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The Vision

By: odlum



She was the perfect vision of carnal innocence. There she stood naked, bathed in the white light of the window, leaning against the footboard of the bed. The entire morning had been a dream come true for Jack. Now exhausted, he tried to control his heavy breathing while he thought about the first time they had met.

"Excuse me. Excuse me, you're Jack, Jack Munroe, aren't you?" The question came from a small pert, brunette who accosted him as he tried to enter his office. There was urgency in her approach. "Excuse me, I'm Marie Burns. I've been assigned, by head office, to help with the FSA's and I need to set up some appointments with you."

Jack knew all about the FSA's and he was not impressed. The Future Sales Assessment program was designed to keep sales growth and earnings on track. However, there was one problem. It worked well for the stores located in the big malls and in the thriving urban centers, but his store was located in the inner city. The FSA program would not and did not work for his store. He informed management that the program did not represent the buying patterns of his store's clientele and that had not made him popular. Now it appeared that senior management had sent Marie Burns to ensure that the sales assessment program was implemented properly.

His working relationship with Marie was a pleasant surprise. They worked well together. Jointly they found ways to maintain the popular product lines, introduce the new items that their clientele could afford to buy, and continue to maintain the store's high public profile. Jack's store had in the past been involved in many community projects. With Marie's help, the store participated in even more. She helped implement a reading program in a neighbourhood school. Sales in the children's book section doubled. Together they organized a community CPR program that was run out of the school's gymnasium. As a result, pharmaceutical sales increased. While management was not happy with the sales figures on the new upscale products, they could not argue with the enhanced image the store had in the community. The media coverage the store received further helped to increase traditional merchandise sales. Marie and Jack were making it work.

It began innocently enough with a piece of chocolate. Marie had brought a report to Jack's office along with a chocolate bar. At the end of their discussion, Marie had broken off a piece and held it up to his lips. He had opened his mouth to accept the offering and for a fleeting instant, her fingers touched his tongue and gently caressed his lips. The contact was electrifying. Jack gazed into her brown eyes and received a broad, sly smile. After a brief second, Marie turned and was gone. 

The flirtations continued and intensified over the next few weeks. With each touch by the water cooler, risqué comment by the photocopier, or knee contact under the conference table, Jack's interest in the woman increased. Marie was in his thoughts almost constantly and she seemed to be enjoying the game as much as he was.

The task of finding accommodation for the FSA senior management review team had been assigned to Jack. He had sought Marie's advice. The next day she had entered his office with the latest sales results and a list of possible hotels. As usual, there had been no place for a visitor to sit in the small office. Both guest chairs were overflowing with files.

Marie sat on the edge of his desk and placed the spreadsheets before him. She was casually dressed in jeans, a heavy cardigan, and a simple wide collared, 4-button blouse. As they spoke, she played with the top button. She leaned forward over the desk to point out some important information on the spreadsheet. With her pencil, she drew his attention to the most recent sales figures. As she did, Jack was greeted to a gaping view of her small pert breasts. 

She said coyly. "Here are some items that perhaps you have not thought about before. Perhaps we could..."

Her voice disappeared. Jack knew he should be looking at the numbers on the paper, but all he could focus upon were Marie's beautiful breasts. The gentle movements of her breasts as she breathed mesmerized him. He was brought back to reality by the sharp crack of her pencil against his forehead. "Are you listening to me?"

Jack blushed and looked up. "Well err..," Her face was beaming. She was enjoying his embarrassment. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I was distracted by...well some other things that just came into my mind when you started talking about the sales figures..." Clearly perplexed, he spoke rapidly trying to cover his discomfort. "Look, it's almost lunch. Can we grab a bite to eat at the Chinese place and talk about this?" 

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting side by side in a corner booth at Wong's again pouring over the sales spreadsheets. As they ate their lunches, the business-like mood gradually became punctuated with flirtatious innuendo. The conversation focus changed from sales to travel and fantasy vacations. While finishing his green tea, Jack broke his fortune cookie and pulled out the small piece of paper. He read out loud, "Business will lead to a successful partnership." Then he added in jest "...in bed." Marie's face took on an expression of mock shock and surprise. "My mother always told me to add that," he said laughing. 

"Mmm...interesting lady your mother," came the rhetorical comment as she leaned her head against his shoulder and proceeded to open her cookie. Marie read. "A new adventure awaits you," followed by "...in bed." They both laughed and she added, "It seems we may both be headed for successful joint ventures in bed."

The bill was paid and they walked slowly back to the store. The flirtatious banter continued and the topic of playing hooky from work came up. "I'd like to spend a day sipping champagne, relaxing in a warm bath, and having someone massage my back and feet," Marie jokingly intimated as they entered the store.

"We'll have to see what we can do to make that happen," Jack quipped. "How about next Wednesday? We both have..." 

"I think you're trying to challenge my good Catholic upbringing, Jack Munroe," she gently scolded. Their eyes met and the gaze was held. Jack's body tingled and for an instant, his world stopped. The moment was broken by the blare of the store's PA system. Jack was being paged to some "emergency" near the water refill station. As he walked briskly towards the back of the store, he was already starting to plan for Wednesday. Those thoughts made everything else vanish into a white haze of anticipation

They had each agreed to use some of their banked days accumulated in lieu of overtime. Since the flu season had hit, their joint absences would not be noticed. Jack had made his absence even less coincidental by taking the Tuesday off also. Now it was early Wednesday morning and Jack stood in the parking lot of the Regina Hotel. It was a small, older carriage trade establishment that offered first-rate accommodations with views of the adjacent park and excellent dining facilities. Jack had reserved a room for the day. A thirty-second call to Marie's home confirmed their surreptitious rendezvous. After he had checked in, another short phone call to her cell phone informed her of the room number. 

Immediately upon reaching the room, Jack called room service and ordered champagne, orange juice, croissants, fruit, and coffee. Then he took the time to survey the room. Victorian armchairs bracketed a large dormer window with a view of the park. In the dormer alcove was a large claw foot style Jacuzzi bathtub. On an adjacent stand were towels and two luxurious terry robes. An elegant Queen-sized four-poster bed dominated the wall opposite the dormer. An antique desk, entertainment armoire, and a small couch and coffee table completed the room's furnishings. The room's ensuite contained a large dressing area and a well-appointed bathroom. Jack was very pleased. The room was very romantic. There was a discrete knock at the door. Jack's heart stopped.

Opening the door, he found the room service waiter. The food tray was placed on the coffee table and a generous tip was given. Jack left the door ajar. He nervously paced back and forth over the plush carpet. In anticipation of Marie's arrival, Jack removed his jacket, tie and shoes, adjusted the drapes and lights, and turned on the radio to provide soft background music. Turning away from the entertainment centre, he saw a flash of light from the doorway. Marie stood before him. He rushed to her side. They kissed. The touch of her lips left him breathless. He took her coat and hung it up and then joined her on the couch.

They enjoyed the food, became giddy on the mimosas, and totally intoxicated with each other's touch. His fingers traced down the outline of her cheek, chin, and neck to explore the form of her breasts. He fumbled with her blouse buttons. Marie smiled and helped him. She slipped out of the blouse, wrapped it around his shoulders and pulled him with her, as she moved towards the bathtub.

"I think you're overdressed," she hinted said as she turned on the bath taps and began to remove her clothes and placed them over one of the Victorian chairs. Now naked, she readjusted the taps and quickly climbed into the tub. There she sat with her knees drawn tightly against her chest, projecting an aura of innocence. Nevertheless, a mischievous grin and the words "I hope you like it hot, I do," conveyed any entirely different meaning. Jack hurriedly undressed, but before entering the tub, he threw a string of packets, previously concealed in the pocket of his pants, onto the bedside table.

Jack gingerly seated himself in the hot water. Marie leaned back into the tub's curve, placed her arms on the edges, and spread her legs over his thighs. She completely exposed herself to him. As the water continued to creep up her body, he massaged her shoulders, arms, and upper chest. When it reached her breasts, he plucked at her hardening nipples. "That's enough water," she giggled. While he turned off the taps, she slid down into the tub. The backs of her thighs now pressed against his hips. Jack glanced down through the shimmering water. Her pussy and clit were fully exposed to his view. A leering smile spread over his face. "Take a good look because its about to disappear," she quipped as she pushed the Jacuzzi button. The bath water burst into a frenzy of bubbles. 

Beneath the swirling water, Marie's hands found Jack's penis. The manipulations of her fingers and the pulsing of the water soon made him rigid. "Ohhhh... that feels good. Don't stop," he pleaded. Encouraged by her stroking, his thumbs began to rub her mound just above her clit. Both of them enjoyed the pleasure provided by the mutual masturbation. Jack's thumb now rubbed over the hood of Marie's clit in synchronous rhythm to the beat of her hand on his cock. The sound of Marie's gasps and moans rose over the hum of the Jacuzzi. She arched her back and her body shook. Jack groaned. Their bodies quivered simultaneously. Their intense organism lingered, and then gradually subsided. They slumped together in the tub letting the swirling waters slowly revive them. 

Marie was the first to move. She turned off the Jacuzzi and pulled herself up to a standing position. She straddled him and was about to step out of the tub. However, Jack grasped the edge of the tub with both hands, pulled himself into a half upright position, and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue found her clit. "You bastard, I'm going to fall!" she yelled. His right hand grabbed her buttocks and forced her knees against his chest. Her hands clawed at the back of his head. Jacks tongue wagged back and forth across her engorged clit. "Oh Jesus! Oh my God, Jack!" Marie exclaimed as she ground herself into his face. He stopped his lapping, blew gently over her hood, and then sucked it hard. She writhed, gasped, and shuddered. His fingers found her anus. They rubbed against the puckered opening. His index fingertip gained entrance as Marie's guttural scream filled the room and her wetness gushed over Jack's tongue.

They helped dry each other. It felt good when she rubbed the soft terry towel over his chest. Marie sat on the edge of the towel stand and allowed him to dry her legs and feet. When he dried her inner thighs, the backs of his hands intentionally brushed slowly against her pubic hair. "Ohhh...Oh my God!" she cried. She drew him to her. Her hands traced along his chest found his flaccid penis. "He needs help. I know CPR, maybe I can resuscitate him," she said with a laugh and led Jack to the bed.

As if in a dream, Jack lay on the bed. Marie knelt beside him. She tilted his head back. Her fingers pressed against his cheeks and chin. They kissed. Their tongues intertwined. She softly sucked at his lips and earlobes, and her fingers rubbed his chest and cock. He in turn, nuzzled her neck and traced a path with his tongue over her collarbone, down her sternum to her breasts. He sucked long and hard at each nipple. Marie gasped as he drew first one areole then the other, deep into his mouth. She shuddered as his fingers traced lazy patterns over her stomach and then explored her mound. In erotic reverie, Jack enjoyed the feel of her soft, thick, pubic hair. Marie repositioned herself. She vigorously rubbed his chest. Encouraged, Jack's fingers found her upper thighs and labia and then tenderly explored her dampness. She opened to his searching. A wet tightness surrounded Jack's fingers as he worked them in and out. At this instant, Marie's hands seemed to be all over him. She could feel him beginning to respond as she rubbed his chest, stroked his cock, and cupped his balls. 

Jack was being swallowed up by the moment. He was in heaven. Within her tightness, Jack curled his fingers. He began to rub the thickness at the front of her vagina and felt her muscles contract. Marie could feel the anxiety and tension building in her abdomen. It flowed upward and consumed her entire body. She was now racked with a new urgency. She let go of his cock, pulled away from his hand, and screamed "Oh no...Oh no you bastard...No not yet!" as she rocked forward against his chest.

He felt her tears of joy splash against his cheeks as once again she covered his face with kisses. Jack's mind was whitewashed in the satisfaction of a dream come true. His whole body began to twitch with erotic bliss. Jack saw Marie's wanton gaze leave his face and focus on his rigid cock. "I am not going to let him go just like that!" Then like a fantasy scene from a porno movie, she straddled him, slipping his stiffness into her warmth. Her tightness clung to him. Marie rode him hard and fast. Her hands pounded on his chest and her mouth smothered his with erotic kisses. Her movements above him became a frenzied blur as she yelled, "Come on you son of a bitch! Come on! Cum, damn you!" His body convulsed, colors flashed through his mind, and he joyfully followed her command. 

Breathing was difficult, almost painful. His chest hurt. Jack slowly opened his eyes. There at the end of the bed, silhouetted against the harsh, white light was Marie. She rushed to his side. "Oh Jack...You're all right! You're all right...Oh thank God!" Her words invaded his fuzzy consciousness. They did not make sense. He tried to talk but she silenced him by placing her fingers against his lips. "Don't talk, just rest. You fell in the store. You stopped breathing...and...and I had to give you CPR...I've called your wife and I'll stay here with you here, in the hospital, until she comes." Jack just closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and let the whiteness envelope him.

The Vision



I just had a vision of me meeting up with you at a bar we were talking having a good time and out of the blue I kissed you. Started as a slow hopeful peck and quickly turned passionate. The bartender jokingly says get a room and with all the alcohol in us we look at her and say good idea. we go to a nice hotel. Barely make it in the room as I kiss down your neck as you stand in front of the door. I slide the key card in behind your back while kissing you. I hold you tight as you kind of fall back from me opening the door. We leave a trail of jackets and shoes as we stay lip locked all the way to the bed.

Kissing passionately yet softly I kiss down your neck down to your shoulder and back up to slowly nibble on your ear softly. I undo your dress slowly as I kiss over every inch of your shoulder pausing only to kiss you on the lips so often. I slowly let your dress fall to your waste. Exposing your beautiful breasts wrapped in a sexy bra. I kiss down your cleavage up to your shoulder strap which I lift up with my tongue just enough that if falls down your arm. I kiss across your chest to the other side going back up in the middle to kiss your tasty lips again then kiss down your neck to the other bra strap and again lifting it with my tongue and letting it fall down your arm I slowly suck softly on your neck as not to leave a hickey while I undo your bra clasp. As your bra fall my tongue and lips gently glide down to your perky aroused nipples I take my tongue and draw a heart around your nipples just to tease you a little you arch back to make my mouth dead on as I suck them very softly then more aggressively. 

I move back and forth between both of your exceptional breasts as I make my way down to your waste where your dress still sits. I kiss a line across your belly as I trace my fingers along the edge of the fabric. You raise your hips as I get to the side to let me know you are ready to remove the clothing. I take only the dress leaving your wet panties still on as I get to your feet I kiss and suck on your toes and back up to your inner thigh bouncing between each leg to give each equal worship. I marvel at the goddess before me as I slowly trace my tongue along the bottom of your panties teasing you ever so slowly. I kiss up your wet panties your taste is driving me wild but I have to tease some more so I lick them from bottom to top grabbing the top with my teeth and my hands on your side.

I slowly bring your panties to the floor and kiss my way up your body once again kiss your lower lips but just with small pecks. then I lightly lick separating them my tongue slowly probes for the clit and when I find it I focus on it for a couple seconds teasing it with short strokes when your start reacting I dig my face in to you beautiful blossom as I like more vigorously lick your clit and with alternating movements I lick you to your first of many orgasms you will experience that night. When you send the sweet orgasm juices in my mouth I kiss my way up your body and hold you close as I caress your breast and kiss you and your neck and whisper how beautiful you are in your ear as you slowly rest. I rub my finger along your thigh to test when you're ready for my real treat. I feel you're ready and I kiss you while pulling you on top I take off my top as you slowly put your hands down my pants and quickly get a well-deserved standing cock. You like what you feel and want it inside you pull down my pants and lick and suck till you think it is lubed enough to go inside you. You lay back on the bed and I get you more wet as well and slowly probe my large head into your pussy I hear you moan with a slight pain followed by great pleasure. I began to pump slowly in you sucking on your breasts and kissing all over your body. I began to probe harder as I feel you open up; I ask if you're ready and you scream yes please yes. I drive the full ten inches of cock down your pussy and you begin to moan as I pump harder and harder. Our bodies are moving at a great pace as we match each other. It is almost like we want the same things as we go harder and harder. 

You dig your nails into my back and I love it. I probe harder but I'm not feeling it is enough so I tell you to grab my ass. cause that always puts the extra fire into me I began pumping harder holding my orgasm till I can feel and hear you climaxing. I feel the twitch down below that is tell me, you're getting close. I tell you that I'm almost there and that drives you even closer. I tell you god you are a goddess. I could make love to you every night of the rest of my life. you are so beautiful and the complements keep pouring and as you arc with the feeling of explosion in you. I too release making us orgasm at the same time. I don't pull out I continue kissing soon I am hard again and we go for round two.



The Visit



Shortly after I left school my family moved away from our small hometown and I left to work in the city. I had been dating Carol for about 2 years when I left. We had been very much in love and decided to try to keep the relationship going on a long-term basis. My first annual leave came around and I decided to spend 2 weeks with Carol staying at her parent’s house. Carol’s parents were loaded and I think the only reason that they allowed me to date Carol was because of my sporting achievements. 

As I sat on the plane I sat back and remembered the last time I had seen Carol. Carol was very highly sexed and the past few months of separation had meant that I had blue balls; I was tired of jerking myself off. When the plane landed I rushed through the arrivals lounge, my eyes scanning the crowd to see if I could spot Carol. I saw her standing at the barrier looking like a million bucks in her thin white dress. I ran over to where she was standing and gave her a big hug. I felt her breasts pressing into my chest and had to try very hard to keep the huge hard-on from being obvious to the entire airport. I stepped back and drank in her beauty. I could see the outline of her lacy bra and panties through the thin white fabric. I quickly went off to the carousel to get my baggage and followed Carol and her parents out of the airport.

We climbed into the Marshall’s Mercedes and sped out of the parking lot. Carol snaked her hand across the seat and let it come to rest on my thigh. Her fingers brushing the tip of my hard cock. It took all my willpower to stop me from ravishing her right there. When we pulled into the Marshall’s house, Mr. & Mrs. Marshall told us that they had some shopping to do and would give us some time to catch up. If only they knew!

Carol quickly led me to the guestroom and dumped my bags on the floor. “My parents won’t let us share a room,” she sighed. “They still feel that as long as we are in their house we sleep in separate rooms until we are married."

"That’s no problem,” I said. “I can move around this place really quietly." 

I slowly put my arms around Carol and pulled her close breathing in her feminine scent, my hands slipped down her back and started caressing her firm buns. She immediately pushed her hips hard up against my now aching cock. I could feel the wetness oozing from my hard cock. I slowly slid the zip of her dress down and peeled her dress off her shapely figure until it fell to the floor. Her lacy white bra and panties nearly had me cumming on the spot. I could see that Carol was as turned on as I was with her pussy juice seeping through the thin panties.

Carol lifted my shirt off and let her hands wonder down my chest. Her fingers rubbed down over my zip and she started to unbuckle my belt. She pulled my jeans down and soon freed my hard cock from its hiding place. She knelt down between my legs and tentatively licked a drop of pre-cum oozing from my cock. Her lips lazily engulfed my cock; her hands gently kneaded my full balls. Her lips went further and further down my hard shaft until her nose was pressed deep into my pubes. The feeling of her throat against my sensitive head soon had the cum spurting deep into her throat. She swallowed every drop. “Sorry it was so quick,” I sighed. “It’s been a long time since I have felt those lips around my cock."

"That’s no problem,” she breathed, “We still have 2 weeks together.” 

I laid her back on the bed and started running my hands over sexy bra. My hands moved to the clip and freed her teenage breasts from their lacy confines. My hands rubbed her hard nipples, my fingers gently rolling each bud around. I could see that she was probably not going to last much longer than I had and already her hips were gently rotating at my gentle touch of her nipples, her hips thrusting. I took each nipple in my mouth and let my tongue flick over them. I slowly blew over each nipple the wetness causing them to go ice cold. 

“Please,” she moaned, “touch my pussy, I can’t wait much longer." My kisses ran slowly down her smooth belly and I rubbed my hands up her tight thighs. I let my tongue run over her panty clad slit and then up again to rest on her hard clit. I buried my nose into the soft silk panties and breathed in her beautiful fragrance; my tongue and nose ran a steady path up and down her wet, hot pussy. 

I slipped my fingers into the waistband of the panties and as I pulled them down the g-string was wedged firmly in her wet pussy. I bent down and used my tongue to lift the panties from her most intimate place. As I started to gently suck her hard clit I felt her pull my hard cock into her mouth. I buried my finger deep into her wet pussy and slowly rotated it against the hot walls of her pussy. 

Oh my god,” she gasped. “My pussy feels like it’s on fire.” As I sucked harder I slipped a second finger into her waiting pussy looking for that elusive spot that I knew would send her over the edge. The inside of her warm pussy felt like velvet. 

“I’m cumming,” she yelled, her hips thrusting hard against my face. I pushed my tongue deep into her throbbing cunt and sucked her pussy juice from her depths. I turned around and lay next to her. I tentatively took her in my arms and started to give her a lingering kiss, expecting some opposition. She had always felt that the taste of her own pussy was nasty. The expected opposition didn’t come as she kissed me hard. As we broke the kiss she started to lick her pussy juices from my wet mouth and chin. Before I could ask about her change we heard a door slam in the house; her parents were home. Carol quickly got dressed and ran out the room. I pulled on a pair of shorts and went out to greet them. 

The Marshall’s were sitting on the patio next to the pool when I walked out. “Can I get you a beer, Mike?” Mr. Marshall asked.

“Sounds great,” I answered. 

I sat down next Carol. I leaned over to Carol. “I hope your parents can’t smell you beautiful pussy juice,” I whispered. Carol smacked my arm and laughed. Mr. Marshall got up and went to prepare the barbecue and I let my eyes drift over to where Mrs. Marshall sat. I could see where Carol got her good looks. Mrs. Marshall was about 39; she had silky blonde hair hanging down to her shoulders. 

Her long slim legs were crossed and with the short dress she was wearing I could see her firm thighs clearly, the thought of what was hidden behind those thighs had me rock hard. I was trying hard to concentrate on the questions she was asking me when she slowly crossed her legs, I just caught a glimpse of her panty clad pussy before she re-crossed her legs. As I looked her in the eye I saw a faint smile cross her lips. She soon got up and went into the kitchen to prepare the salads, leaving Carol and I alone. 

Carol leaned over to me. “I need your hot cock in my cunt,” she whispered. I looked over to where her father was standing with his back to us. “We will have to wait until later,” I hissed. “I can’t wait,” she sighed, “My pussy is on fire.” She got up and pulling me by the hand led me into the house. “I’m just going to show Mike the new computer,” she yelled to her mother. “Don’t be too long, we’re nearly ready to eat,” came the reply from the kitchen.

Carol led me up to the stairs to the study. As we walked into the study she locked the door. Carol walked over to the window and looked down at her father standing by the barbecue. She bent over and lifted her dress. I pulled my zip down and freed my hard cock. My fingers slid down the fabric of her delicate g-string and I pulled them down her shapely legs. My eyes rested on her firm ass and I couldn’t help noticing the pussy juice glistening on her bulging mound. I took my throbbing cock in hand and buried it deep into her waiting pussy. My hands moved around her waist and my fingers started to massage her hard clit. 

“Fuck me hard.” she panted, “feel how wet my pussy is." Her hands clasped tightly on the computer desk. It wasn’t long before the tight sheath of her pussy started to clamp around my pussy and her second orgasm of the day ripped through her lithe body. The thought of her father standing in the garden where we could see him while I pounded his horny daughter’s cunt soon had the cum rising in my balls. “Fuck me,” she gasped as my cum spurted deep in her cunt. I slowly pulled my spent cock from her swollen pussy. I slowly pulled my shorts on as she pulled the back of her dress down covering her dripping pussy. We quickly made our way downstairs to rejoin her parents. 

We walked out to the barbecue and started talking to her father. As I glanced across at her inviting legs I noticed that a pearly string of cum was running down her leg. I caught her attention and motioned to her. She walked over to the table and picked up a serviette and carefully wiped it up without her father seeing. 

Once all the meat was cooked we all went and sat at the table, I noticed that the serviette was still firmly clutched in her hand. As I sat down she slipped the serviette into my pocket “for desert” she whispered. I remembered that shortly before I left town I had eaten out her pussy after I had cum deep inside her. I had found that the taste of cum was really great. She had been a little shocked at the time but had obviously remembered how much it had turned me on. We ate supper and made small talk. I regularly used her serviette to wipe my lips and the taste of my cum mixed with her pussy juice was almost enough to send me over the edge. 

Once we had cleared the table Mrs. Marshall suggested we move to the lounge and watch their family holiday video. Home videos have never been my favorite pastime but it was impossible to refuse. We sat down and it wasn’t long before I was fast asleep on the couch. Carol gently woke me and suggested I go off to bed. The excitement of the day was enough for me to readily agree. I pulled off my clothes and slipped between the cool sheets. Within seconds I drifted off into a deep, dream filled sleep. 

I woke in the morning with feeling of velvet around my cock. I opened my eyes and saw Carol’s blonde hair lying across my cock, her lips lovingly sucking at my hard cock. She lifted her head. “My mom got the fright of her life,” she giggled. “She came in to bring you coffee earlier but you were lying on your back and that delicious cock of yours was like a flagpole. She asked me to bring you your coffee ‘cos she figures I've seen it before.”

My cock got even harder at the thought of the sexy Mrs. Marshall gazing down on my unsuspecting prick. “Come here you sexy thing,” I said, reaching over and grabbing at Carols leg. My hard cock needed satisfaction. 

“I can’t,” she sighed.“There are 2 days of school left and my parents won’t let me skip school.” With that she leaned over and gave my cock a little kiss and skipped out the door. “See you after school,” she called as she ran out of the house. I lay back in bed and sighed. My cock was ready to explode and the thought of another hand job just wasn’t what I had in mind. I closed my eyes and let my mind wonder back to the evening before.

As I remembered the taste of Carol’s juicy pussy and the velvety feel of her lips I felt that warm feeling on my prick again. That little fox was just teasing me. I gave a deep sigh and opened my eyes. I got the fright of my life. Mrs. Marshall was deep-throating my hard cock. She looked up and our eyes met. She slid her mouth from my cock and moved up the bed. As I started to speak she silenced me with a deep kiss; I tasted my cock on her lips.

“Why should my horny daughter have all the fun?” she said as she broke the kiss. I was speechless. “I saw your head buried deep in her hot little pussy yesterday,” she purred. I looked down and noticed she was wearing an identical pair of panties to the pair that Carol had been wearing. She saw me looking at the panties. “Thanks for the souvenir,” she said. “I found them in the study, Carol has a sweet pussy doesn’t she?” I sat up; “Does Mr. Marshall know?” I asked. She shook her head. “He doesn’t do sex anymore, at least not with me. The only person that ever seems to get any satisfaction from him is that dumb blonde secretary of his. I think we can dispense with the Mr. and Mrs. part, after all, I have tasted that big prick of yours; just call me Megan.”

Megan turned around and slowly sank her juicy, panty-clad pussy into my face. As I buried my face into the warm wet crotch of her panties I felt her lips engulf my hard cock. I pulled the sweet smelling panties down off her pussy. I nearly lost it when I saw her clean-shaven pussy. The lips of her pussy were red and puffy and her hard clit was peeping through the velvet folds of skin. 

The wetness from her cunt was glistening in the morning light. I licked the length of her slit and drank in her fragrant pussy juice; my tongue gently teased her erect clit. She was furiously sucking my hard cock, her tongue slipping around the head of my prick. I slowly slid my tongue into her waiting pussy and buried it deep, my chin pressing hard against her shaved mound. I felt her legs tighten and a gush on my tongue as she let go with her orgasm. I started licking up the juices and let my tongue run over her slit. This time I didn’t stop and carried on until my tongue rested on her tight bud. As I slid my tongue into her little bud I felt her lift up. 

“No!” she said. “It’s nasty.” I paid no heed to her objections and just continued tongue-fucking her ass. She soon relaxed and as my tongue pushed in and out she let out a scream. 

“I’m cumming,” she yelled. 

Megan turned around. “I need that hard cock in my pussy,” she panted. She lay on top of me and let her hot cunt slide down the length of my cock. As I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her cunt she started writhing around. Her hands pinching her nipples. The pure thought of my girlfriend’s mother bouncing up and down on my hard cock had me cumming deep in her hot pussy. She rolled over onto the bed. “It’s been a long time since I had a hard cock,” she whispered, her fingers resting on my now spent cock. I let my fingers slip down her tummy and slipped them into her sticky cunt. I scooped up some cum and slowly slid my fingers into my mouth. I felt my cum run down my throat. Megan watched me with interest.

“You like the taste of cum?” she asked. 

“Especially when it’s mixed with pussy juice,” I answered. 

“I’ve never tried it,” she said. I put my hands on the back of her neck and guided her full lips to my slowly rising cock. 

“Taste us,” I said. She hesitated for just an instant before slowly licking our juices of my head. “Hmmm” she murmured “not bad, nearly as good as the taste of Carol’s panties.” I looked at her. “Yes,” she said. “I fucked myself to sleep last night with a vibrator deep in my pussy and Carol’s panties in my face. I haven’t tasted a fresh pussy since I was at college.” I looked at her quizzically. “Yes,” she said, “when I got to college I was this naive little virgin who thought my pussy was there for pissing through. My roommate came from a similar background and together we explored the pleasures of our bodies. Pussy licking soon became a large part of our lives."

"Wow,” I breathed, “that is so erotic. When did you loose your virginity?"

"That’s the problem,” she said. “The only cock I’ve ever had in my pussy is that asshole I’m married to.” She lay next to me and I noticed the tears were slowly running down her cheeks. “Hey,” I said. “Don’t cry, we will just have to find a suitable young man to fill that hot pussy of yours." 

I quietly got off the bed and walked through to the bathroom and stepped into the shower. As I stood in the shower my mind was in turmoil. My biggest fear was that Carol would find out about my morning with her mother. This would surely be the end of our relationship. I finished in the shower and walked back into the room. Megan was gone and the only signs of morning liaison were the rumpled sheets and a large pool of our juices that had leaked from Megan’s hot pussy.

I spent the morning wondering about the house and saw no sign of Megan. Her revelation this morning must have upset her more than I had realized. I vowed to make good my promise.

I borrowed Megan’s car and made my way to Carol’s college to fetch her. When I pulled up at the college I saw Carol standing waiting for me. The sight of her standing waiting for me in her short skirt and tight vest got my blood pressure up. As she climbed into the car she purposefully flashed her panties at me. “That should be a welcome relief from a boring morning at home with mom,” she said. If only she knew. She leaned across and kissed me on the lips, her tongue snaking into my mouth. Her hands rubbed over my shorts and as she felt my manhood standing proud she whispered, “Let’s get home, mom’s got book club today so we have the whole house to ourselves.” I managed to get us home without hitting anything as Carol gently massaged my bulge through my pants.

As we walked into the house Carol threw her bag down. “Let’s go have a nice bath in my parents tub.” she said, “you go though, I’ll get us something to drink.” I walked into her parent’s bathroom. I started filling the huge tub, as I turned around I couldn’t help noticing Carols white panties her mother had been wearing were lying on top of the laundry basket. I picked them up and brought them up to my nose. The combination of my girlfriend and her mother’s sweet juices had my cock rock hard. I didn’t hear Carol walk in; she put her arms around my chest. “Where did you find those?” She asked. “They were on top of the laundry basket,” I stammered. “Wonder how they found they way in here?” she asked. “Anyway, if you want more of that” she said, slipping off her panties, “here is a really fresh pair.” She lifted them up to my nose. I breathed in her womanly scent; I could feel they were really wet. “What went on today, these panties are really wet?” I asked. “I spent my whole day thinking about what we could do today and the mere thought had my pussy dripping wet for you,” she seductively said. We quickly undressed and slid into the huge tub. Carol sat down on my lap with her back to me and slowly slid her wet pussy onto my waiting cock. I felt her velvety folds engulf my hard cock. “Hmmm,” she breathed, “waiting for this has made it a long day.” 

I cupped her firm breasts in each hand and slowly rubbed each bud. Her tight pussy started to slowly rotate on my cock. I lifted Carol up and let her down slowly, my hard cock pressing into the small bud of her ass. I felt resistance as my cock started to bend. Slowly I felt the head of my cock slide into her ass. As it went I felt her start to push down pushing my cock deeper into her hot ass. “Yes,” she gasped, “fuck my ass.” I slipped my hands under her legs and pushed 2 fingers deep into her cunt. The feeling of having both of her holes filled sent her over the edge. It wasn’t long before my cock started pumping deep into her waiting bowels. She lifted her ass off my now drooping cock and sat down next to me. 

“I needed that,” she said stretching back, her pussy peeping out of the warm water. The sight of her downy blonde pussy sent my mind straight back to the sight of her mother’s cleanly shaven mound. “Can we try something?” I asked. “What do you have in mind?” she asked. “Have you ever shaved your pussy before?” I asked. “No,” she answered. “I never really thought about it; I’m always ready to try something once.” I lifted her up until she was sitting on the edge of the bath; her legs spread wide, water dripping down her swollen pussy lips. I took the bar of soap and rubbed a thick lather in my hands and then onto the hair around her pussy. I leant across and took her mother’s razor. I slowly started to shave away the thin blonde hair. 

I gently shaved away the light covering of hair around her pussy lips until her pussy was as bald as the day she was born. I took a sponge and held it under the hot water tap. “This will be very hot,” I said. “If I don’t clean your pussy like this you will get a really itchy rash."




The Visit



"Ok,” she said, “I’ll grit my teeth." As I pushed the sponge down on her mound she gasped from the heat of the water. “That was hot!” she gasped. “You will have to sooth my pussy." I bent down and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. Carol gasped as my lips gently sucked her now exposed mound. “Let’s get out and carry this on in the room,” she said.

As we walked through the house the front door bell rang. I carried on to the room while Carol went to the door wearing just a towel. She soon walked into the room with her friend Helen in tow. “Helen stopped by to say hello,” she said. “Hi, Mike,” Helen said. “Welcome back, it’s been a while.” I looked up at Helen standing in the doorway. She looked even better that the last time I had seen her. I had always found her dark features really attractive. She walked into the room and sat down on the couch. Her short sun dress barely covering her thighs. 

Helen licked her lips and slowly crossed her legs giving me a good look at her panty-covered pussy. I quickly looked across at Carol who was now standing at he foot of the bed. She had a wry smile on her face. “Let’s get something to drink,” I said to Carol. As we got into the kitchen I took Carol by the arm. “What is going on in there?” I asked. “Helen is practically undressing me with her eyes." Carol giggled. “I have a confession to make,” she said. “I told Helen about last night. We have become really close over the last few months."

"Just how close do you mean?” I asked. Carol blushed and hung her head. “I was missing you so much and needed someone to talk to. After a while we both realized that we were both feeling sexually frustrated and started some mutual masturbation. This soon led to more and we became lovers. That’s why I didn’t complain about you kissing me after you had been kissing my pussy yesterday. I now love the taste of pussy.” My mouth hung open. Here was my previously heterosexual girlfriend telling me she was actually bisexual. “I’m sorry, Mike,” she said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you."

"Hurt me?” I laughed. “The thought of you and Helen licking each others pussies is probably the biggest turn-on of my life.” Carol looked relieved. “It doesn’t end there,” she said. “Helen wants to taste that big cock of yours and I agreed. I hope you don’t mind."

"Mind?” I asked. “What are we waiting for?” I quickly pulled Carol’s towel off and threw both towels on the floor and walked back to the guestroom.

Helen looked up as we walked into the room naked. A broad smile crossed her face. She took the hem of her dress and lifted it up over her head. She was wearing flimsy pair of pale blue panties and no bra. Her nipples were hard. “Carol tells me you have a thing about panties,” she said. I just nodded. “Well come on over here and tell me what you think,” she said. I walked over and knelt in front of her. I pushed my face gently into her warm mound. My nose drank in the aroma of her pussy through the fabric. The crotch of her panties was wet as her cunt slowly leaked its juices. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. I buried my face in her hairy muff and let my tongue lick her wet pussy. She put her hands behind my head and firmly pushed my face deep into her pussy. “Wait,” I said, pulling my face from her pussy and standing up “You girls can do something for me."

"What’s that?” Carol asked. “I want to see you girls in action,” I said. “That’s no problem,” said Helen. “I can’t wait to get a taste of the shaved pussy.” I sat down on the couch as the 2 girls lay down on the bed. They wasted do time in going down on each other. I bent down and picked up Helen’s discarded panties and brought them to my nose. I took my hard cock in my hand and started pumping my cock up and down. My tongue started licking at the wet spot in the center of her panties, the taste of her intimate juices driving me closer. The sight of 2 beautiful girls sucking and slurping at each other’s pussies was really turning me on. 

I could hear that they were both getting pretty close and could feel my own orgasm fast approaching. I stood up and stood at the foot of the bed. My hand never missed a stroke. Carol was on top and as the cum started spurting from my cock I directed it at her ass. My warm cum started slipping down the cheeks of her ass and onto her cunt. Helen eagerly licked up every drop as it ran down to where her mouth was busily licking Carols shaved snatch. “Yes!” she gasped, “Let me have your cum." I heard a sound behind me and turned around, there stood Megan with her hand deep in her pussy fingering her pussy while the other pinched her nipples. She looked me in the eye. “Any place for another horny pussy?” she asked. Carol and Helen jumped up. “Mom!” Carol gasped. “What are you doing here?”

“We can talk about that later,” she said as she quickly stripped her clothes and joined the girls on the bed. Carol soon got over the shock of seeing her mother at the door and pushed her down onto the bed. Her lips gently brushing her mothers nipples. Helen crawled down between Megan’s legs and her tongue gently slipped between the folds of her dripping pussy. Megan was soon writhing around on the bed, the years of sexual frustration being suddenly released. “Fuck me with your tongue!” Megan cried as she shuddered to her second orgasm of the day.

We lay on the bed; a tangle of spent bodies, all deep in thought about the day’s happenings. Maybe my promise would have to change to a sexy woman’s tongue to fill her pussy rather than a hot cock, I’m sure she wont mind!



The Visit



When my apartment was being painted and decorated, I decided to stay with Trisha, one of my longtime girlfriends, so I wouldn't be inconvenienced by the smell and dust. She lived several miles away, with her 22 year old son, Danny. I was excited to be staying there, because she was very well off, and had a sauna and Jacuzzi in her personal gym, and it would be a welcome change from my small apartment, and a chance to relax. 

At 35, I was single, dating a nice, quiet man, and we were settled into a nice, comfortable routine. I did fantasize about being with other men, more physically appealing ones, but opted to stay in the safety zone. I had never cheated on my guy, except in my mind, but sometimes right after we finished making love, I would have to run into the bathroom to get myself off, rubbing my fingers feverishly over my nipples, and my clit, until I was satisfied. I always figured it was worth the tradeoff, to have security and love, even if the sex wasn't fantastic. 

I arrived at my friend's house in the middle of the day, when she was at work. I had the keys, so I let myself in, and walked through the house, and out the back door to the guest cottage which I would call home for the next few days. It was quaintly decorated, very homey, and had large multi-paned windows, even in the large double doors. The sunshine coming through the thin, filmy curtains made me realize that there wouldn't be much privacy in there, and I made a mental note not to walk around nude, which was my habit at home. I put my bags down in the bedroom, and found a chilled bottle of white wine in the little refrigerator in the tiny kitchen. 

I opened the bottle, and poured a glass, and sat down to catch my breath. 

I heard a rustle, and jumped up, wondering what or who was outside. I held my glass in front of me protectively, and went to the doors, looking outside through the curtains. Then I saw him, "that must be Danny," I thought to myself, as a stocky, young man moved away from the cottage quickly. I opened the door, and called, "Danny, is that you?" 

He stopped and turned slowly, with a half-smile on his face, and started toward me. "Hi Aunt Suzy, I just wanted to make sure it was you in the cottage, but didn't want to disturb you. Are you all settled in?" I met him midway, and looked him over. "Well, well," I thought to myself, "he has grown," then almost blushed at the realization of what I was thinking. I was sure it was the wine, as I didn't usually drink during the day. "Thanks, Danny, I got my bags inside, and was having a glass of wine, would you like to join me?" He looked down at his feet and mumbled, "Can't, gotta go clean the garage out for Mom, before she gets home. My friend Eddie is coming to help and staying for dinner." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me to watch his tight, well-shaped ass move beneath his snug jeans. 

I started back for the cottage, shaking my head in disbelief. I was actually seeing my best friend's young son in a sexual way. I laughed to myself, musing that he would never be interested in someone as old as me, and sat back down on the soft chair to read and sip my wine. I finished my glass of wine, and moved to the sofa and stretched out on it to relax. 

As my mind wandered, I started to review mine and Danny's brief meeting earlier. I thought about how nervous he had seemed, and thought for the first time of how I was dressed. "It's no wonder he was nervous," I thought, as I reached down and fingered the ends of my very old, frayed jean shorts. They were truly "Daisy Dukes", very short, tight enough to be embedded in the cleft between my legs and molding my feminine charms and my ass cheeks to rounded perfection. They were worn so thin in spots that they looked as if they might just fall away and into a pile of dust. 

My blouse was in disarray, unbuttoned to just between my breasts, and showing a fair amount of deep cleavage from my full tits being pressed into my satin push-up bra. I was often told that I looked 10 years younger than I actually was, and I did work to keep myself fit. A smile crossed my full lips as I thought of the fact that Danny was probably attracted to me. Then I rolled my eyes and laughed at my own foolishness. I got up and poured another glass of wine, and went to unpack. 

After I had put away the few things I had brought, I undressed and went to take a shower. There were big, fluffy towels, and a nice thick robe in the bathroom, and the shower was enclosed in dense, glass block. I turned the water on, and stepped inside the chamber, and noticed little buttons around the walls, at the level of my chest and hips, and overhead. I started pressing them, first one, then another, as gentle sprays of water started shooting out. They were spaced so that they would hit you all over, every sensual area of my body was battered with gentle pressure, the water a perfect temperature. 

I lathered up my hair and rinsed it, then washed my face and pinned my long auburn hair up. I was now ready to experience this shower fully, and started thinking of Danny, as I lathered up my body with a fragrant shower gel, my hands massaging it into every inch of my skin. The feel of my hands sliding around on my smooth skin made me feel like I was in a trance, and I pressed one button after another, and turned to let the gentle, pulsating jets lap at my body. I felt my nipples get stiff as they were pushed back and forth by the streams shooting at them. I moaned softly as the soap was rinsed from my body, and turned once more to let the pressure stream between my ass cheeks, and between my thighs, to rinse me well in the deepest places. I felt water pulse over my sparse bush, and into the cleft of my pussy. As it spouted over my clit, my body started to move, my hips rolling, my breasts swaying, my head back with my eyes closed, and my tongue caressing my lips. I let that sweet jet of water lick me until I came hard and fast, crying out loud, and then leaning against the cool glass wall to recover. 

When I stepped outside the shower chamber, I thought I detected a slight movement or the feeling of someone's presence, but there was no one there, so I shrugged the feeling off, and toweled off, slipping into the robe. I went to the bedroom, and without thinking, let the robe slip off. I was standing naked in front of a wall of glass panes only covered by thin, chiffon curtains. 

I stood in front of the mirror and brushed out my long hair, making it full and soft around my face. I then applied the sheerest film of lip gloss to my plump lips, they were too full to overdo the makeup. I selected a bra and thong from the drawer, and slipped into them, admiring the way the thong strap lay flat, in between my ass cheeks, and how my nipples were still stiff, pushing out the material of my bra. 

I pulled a simple summer wrap dress from the closet, slipped it on and tied it securely around my waist. At the door, I slid my feet into my sandals, and went to the main house to greet my dear friend.

I walked slowly to the main house, taking in the lovely scenery and the quiet of this place. I was feeling very relaxed after the nice afternoon I had spent there. I couldn't wait to see Trisha and catch up on things. I realized how long it had been since I had spent any time with a good girlfriend. 

When I got to the walk that led to the house, the front door opened, and Trisha sprung out of it, skipping the steps two at a time and skipping like a girl. She bounded towards me, jumping onto me and screaming, then showering my face with kisses. "Suzy, oh, Suz, it has been far too long!" She then stepped back and looked me over, taking in my outfit. "Mmmmm, you look wonderful," she murmured, and I felt her eyes roam my body. I swear, Trish licked her lips as her eyes rested on my breasts and hips. 

The feeling was a little uncomfortable, but I noticed that I was warm between my legs and my nipples had stiffened into hard points. I blushed hotly and said, "Well, Trish, I have to keep up with you," eyeing her body thoughtfully. 

"Ah, here's Danny," Trish announced, pointing at her handsome son, who had just entered the room with a friend, a tall, very handsome one. 

"I thought you were going to clean out the garage before dinner, dear," Trish said to her son, "Cook will have everything done within an hour, and you both need to shower and change. I'll get someone to do the work, you boys go get dressed for dinner."

Trish turned back to me, and I could see she still had a look on her face that said that she had more than dinner on her mind. 

Danny and Eddie were walking away whispering, and snickering to themselves. I watched them as they turned to look at Trish and me, then burst out laughing as they walked to Danny's room. 

I wondered what that was about, but shrugged it off. We went out onto the deck in back of the house and sat at a pretty marble table. There was already a pitcher of Sangria and a plate of delicious-looking fruits and cheeses. We sat and talked, getting a bit high on the Sangria, laughing over old times and gossiping about people we had heard things about. 

Cook came out and announced that dinner was ready, so we got up and moved into the dining room. The huge table was laden with crystal, silver and China. Lovely sprays of orchids highlighted tiny rosebuds and miniature lilies. I felt I was in heaven, I never wanted to leave this place. 

As we dined, I exchanged sultry glances at my friend, which just felt natural, watching her mouth move as she ate was actually getting me turned on. I had the urge to feed her from my fingers, wanting to feel her soft tongue and sharp, little teeth grazing my fingertips. 

I noticed with some amusement that both Danny and his friend were watching silently, their eyes going from Trish to me. I could see beads of sweat on Danny's upper lip and over Ed's eyebrows. Their hands were under the table, and I had the feeling they were trying to squeeze back their excitement. 

My foot happened to touch Trish's, and before I knew it, it was caressing hers gently, and she had a sly smile on her lips. She looked deeply into my eyes as she said, "Lets go have some more Sangria out back," then turned to Eddie and her son and asked if they wanted to have some with us. 

"Er...no Mom," Danny replied, "we were going to go look at some things out in the garage. Maybe we'll start that cleaning you wanted." 

"Suit yourself, son," Trish shrugged, and turned to me. "I guess its just you and I, my friend, let's go get drunk."

With that we went, and Danny and his friend left the house. 

After drinking a good amount and talking, Trish suggested we take a swim. We giggled as we took our clothes off and jumped into the pool, acting like schoolgirls.

I felt Trish's hand brush against my breasts, and my ass as we swam around each other. Circling each other, looking at each other, our laughter slowed, as things got serious. Trish said, "You know, Suz, we've been friends for so long, there's something I never told you about me." I wondered what it could be, since I thought I knew all about my friend. "Go ahead, Trish, you can tell me anything," I said.

We moved to the end of the pool and sat on the stone steps there. Trish took my hand and looked at me with intensity. She slowly leaned into me and her lips brushed against mine. Instead of being taken back by her actions, I let my tongue snake out between parted lips and touched hers with it. Before I knew it, we were kissing deeply, her tongue moving against mine, our lips making our mouths one. Her hand moved to my breast and started touching the nipple. It was hard and her hand felt so good. 

Trish took my hand and placed it on her small, nicely shaped breast. It felt warm and wet, her nipple huge. I took a breath, not believing what I was doing, and bent my head to take it into my mouth. I felt my pussy getting wet as I licked and sucked her nipple, licking the pool water off her as my tongue roamed this new territory. I reached down to touch myself, but Trish had another idea. 

She pushed me to the top step, and I was almost out of the water. Her hands went under my thighs and she pushed me higher, lifting me out of the water more. Before I knew what was happening, I felt her head move between my wet thighs, and her tongue was stroking along my slit. All I could do was moan softly, and lace my fingers into her hair, as she ate my pussy better than anyone ever had. 

I felt her fingers enter my hole, and her tongue grazed over and over my clit. I started to cum, as I felt her hands move up my body to play with my breasts, pinching my stiff nipples as I burst into her mouth, crying out with pleasure. 

I lay there in the water, breathing hard, as Trish started to kiss me. I tasted my juices on her mouth and cheeks, and felt her body press against mine. She still had her fingers inside me, and was fucking me with them slowly, as we kissed. 

We then got up and I led Trish to a lounge chair beside the pool. I laid her down on a towel, and started to lick her body, kissing and sucking her breasts. I had my first feel of another woman's pussy, and I loved it already. It was so soft, the folds so deep, and I wanted to taste the wetness that seeped from her. I knelt between her legs and started lapping at her clit, spreading her with my fingers as I like done to me. I exposed the little bud and had her screaming as I licked it. When I stuck my tongue in her hole, she clenched down it, and her pussy grasped at it. I fingered her and licked her asshole, and she came in a gush over my mouth and chin. I crawled up her body, allowing her to taste her cum on my face, and we held each other, starting to doze a little. 

It was late when we woke, and we decided to say goodnight and I started walking to the guest cottage. I think we both needed to digest what had happened. Was I a lesbian? Was I bi? I just knew that I loved what we did, and I knew I would want to do it again. 

I passed the garage and smelled the pungent aroma of pot coming from there. I kept going, chuckling to myself that Danny and his friend would have loved to see what went on at the pool between his mother and myself. In my reverie, I got to my door, and started to go inside. 

I never saw who approached me first, but before I knew anything I was pushed to the floor, and two huge men were on me. Hands roamed my body, and I tried to get my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I was in shock when I saw that Danny and Eddie were stripping their clothes off quickly, and then they pounced on me. 

When I started to protest, Danny said, "You know you want this, Suz, we can give you something you didn't get from Mom." I realized that they must have seen us, and started to protest. "Danny, get off me, you can't do this," and tried to push him away. When I pushed at him, Eddie took over, groping and sliding his fingers in between my legs. I knew I was outnumbered and would be overpowered by these two strong, young men. 

I began to protest, and they pushed Eddie's T-shirt into my mouth, and dragged me to the bedroom. I didn't know what to think, I felt my body becoming more aroused, and the thought that my dear friend Trish's son and his sexy friend wanted me was beginning to make me crazy with lust. 

I was thrown onto the bed, and my dress torn off. My bra was ripped off, and my thong was pushed to the side, as the pair of young men started to kiss my face and body. They stroked my legs, saying, "man, she's so soft," their harsh breath on me, coming in puffs. 

"I want to lick the sweet pussy my Mom just did," Danny cried, and he pushed my thighs apart, and dove in between them. I felt his tongue licking me, his lips nibbling my clit and his fingers stabbing inside me. The T-shirt was ripped from my mouth, and replaced with a very thick, wet-tipped cock. I rolled my eyes upward and saw Eddie thrusting with a grimace on his face. "Damn, Danny, she feels so good, I gotta cum in her right now!" and with that statement, he groaned loudly as his cock twitched violently and shot a load of cum into my throat. I had no choice but to swallow around his big dick, but it was in the way of letting me. I felt the cum spurt from the corners of my mouth, and Danny, seeing that, got up on his knees between my legs and looked into my eyes, red-faced and sweaty, and jammed his cock fiercely into my juicy pussy.

My eyes flew wide open and my mouth did too, as I felt entered by the biggest cock I had ever felt. It pushed the walls of my pussy open, almost hurting, as he moved it into me. When he had as much as he could get inside, he started to grunt, and I felt his cock spurt. He fell onto me, not pulling his huge dick out of me, but pressing it deeper. I felt him slowly starting to move, his cock getting thicker instead of smaller. 

Danny braced himself, and started to fuck me very hard with long, smooth strokes. The giant cock invaded me, again and again, making waves of pleasure ripple up and down my body. My pussy was sucking at him, and he was moaning, saying "God, this is the hottest cunt I ever felt."

As I lay on the bed, immobilized by the giant dick stroking me. I thought, "should I have protested?" After all, this was Trish's son, and his best friend, both years younger than myself. then I thought, "I had found Danny and his friend so sexy and tantalizing, why not enjoy this?" It had been so long since I had even one cock that size, and now I was getting two handsome studs and their great big dicks. 

I put my hands on Danny's shoulders and he flipped onto his back. I was still poised on his cock, and he pushed me down onto it hard. He held me there, just pressing in as deeply as he could go. 

I felt hands caressing my back, and moving to my shoulders alongside Danny's. Eddie was sliding his cock along the crack of my ass, pushing it between my cheeks rapidly, half jerking it off, and using my crack to stimulate the head. He slapped it against me feverishly, and I could feel it swelling each time he hit me with it. 

I realized what was about to happen, and braced myself for the double penetration I believed I was about to receive. Eddie pressed the fat head of his dick against my asshole, and having spread spit all over it first it started to slip inside. A strange thing happened though, and his dick slipped and the head was now at the entrance to my pussy next to Danny's. He pushed anyway, and I felt the opening of my cunt stretch, accepting his cock. Before long they were both fucking my pussy, their cocks rubbing together as they fucked me, moaning loudly. The feeling of being filled with two huge cocks was so intense, I couldn't make a sound as I felt myself stretched to the limit, and experienced the feeing of two bulbous cockheads stroking my rippling insides. 

Danny held my ass cheeks apart, while Eddie reached around to squeeze my breasts and guide them into Danny's mouth so he could suck them. Two giant cocks were stroking me deeply, and all I could do was accept them and groan with lust. 

I was never so filled up in my life, and it felt fantastic. I started to cum as I felt the two big cocks in my pussy throbbing, and I was suddenly filled with two huge loads of hot, thick cum, as I throbbed and orgasmed all over those cocks. We stayed sandwiched like that for a while, then ended up on our sides, me between the two guys. 

We were all breathing hard, and Danny started to get up. He sounded nervous and was very pale. "It's all right, Danny," I said, "I wanted you to fuck me. I loved it, honey." He sighed and laid down again, putting his arms around me. "Suz, I never...that was the best fuck of my life." He started to kiss me again, and Eddie started touching my body, kissing the back of my neck, agreeing that it was the greatest sex he ever experienced. 




The Visit



"You guys better get out of here," I told them, as I noticed the sun was rising already, and I wanted to get some sleep before starting a new day. "I don't want Trish to see you coming out of here," I told them. They left quietly after kissing me again. 

I got into the big, soft bed, and breathed the special scent of sex that hung in the air. I put my fingers, smelling of my two lovers, near my nose, so I could breathe the scent, and went to sleep. 

To Be Continued...

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The Visit



He drives her to the house near Fontainebleau. Sitting in the car, he forbids her to get out to go to the door until she has removed her blouse. She must meet her new friend bare from the waist up. On the drive down her English husband has been telling her how easy it is going to be for her to enjoy this weekend. All she has to do is to submit totally to her Master and his friend, to remember that she is their sex slave, their toy, and their plaything. She is wearing the wrap around skirt and has been fingering herself; despite the open sunroof the car is still perfumed with the musk of hungry, female sex. The idea of being taken and used by the man she loves and this total stranger excites her to a degree she has only imagined before. She has masturbated frequently in recent weeks thinking about this and brought herself to many powerful orgasms but now this is going to become reality.

The car is parked in the drive, visible from the empty street. She gets out, her ample, bare breasts shuddering and her sensitive little nipples puckered hard. Telling her to follow him he walks towards the door of the big house. She is two steps behind. Her heart starts beating even harder as she hears voices approaching in the street - male voices. She is going to be seen standing half-naked in a stranger's garden. It doesn't matter, she tells herself, and everyone is a stranger here, except my love, my perverted husband! This is France, the country of sex. She feels as if she is in a dream where any sexual perversion is possible. Perhaps her husband will call to the men in the street and ask them to come and fuck her, there and then, in the garden. She will have to let them if that is what he wants. She wants that to happen, too. 

The voices materialise and two young men walk past in animated conversation, not even glancing into the garden. She is relieved but also feels disappointed. What would they have done if they had seen her like this? She follows her Master to the door. He rings the bell and as they wait he runs his hands over her large sensual breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and fingers, making her whimper. She now feels nervous and aroused at the idea of standing at this stranger's door, half naked, knowing she is there to be his sex toy.

A pleasant looking man opens the door. He's in his fifties, not as tall as her husband, wearing jeans and a denim shirt. He has salt and pepper hair, twinkling blue eyes and a wicked smirk. She already likes him and feels she can trust him. He greets them with that British accent that so turns her on - shaking hands with his friend and, seemingly ignoring the fact that she is naked from the waist up, kisses her on both cheeks, slightly brushing her hyper-sensitive breasts with his clothing sending a shiver through her . She feels silly and excited - a strange mix of emotions this; relief and disappointment, nervousness and arousal, silliness and excitement. It is this unusual combination of sensations that is going to flavour the weekend. 

She realises that this is more than the sheer slutty lust she had experienced the last time she had been with her black lover - a highly charged lust that had had her cumming repeatedly from the first contact with him in the motel room last September. Today this lust is being mingled, mixed, spiced, and sharpened. With her black cock fucker she had known, more or less, what to expect - animal fucking and sucking, having her brains fucked out, dirty, nasty sex as she loved it, but today she really isn't sure what to expect anymore. Her whole body is tingling and her continually wet pussy starts clenching in anticipation.

The friend goes to the kitchen to fetch glasses of cool, rosé wine, her Master tells her to sit in the middle of a large, leather sofa and continues playing with her big, soft tits. As she enjoys the feel of his hands on her skin she takes in the room. It is very big, bright and comfortable. A beamed ceiling and thick pile carpet, a wide screen television in a corner, a video camera on a tripod next to it. Leaning her head back as she moans, feeling his mouth on her nipples, she notices what look like two hooks in the old beams, shiny, new hooks that have been recently placed there. On the glass coffee table, in a beautiful carved, wooden box, the lid open, she sees a number of silk scarves, soft ropes and handcuffs. And then her eyes fall upon the glass cabinet wherein there is exposed the most exquisite collection of sex toys she has ever seen. This man is obviously a connoisseur. 

Hardly a word has been spoken yet the room has already heard many moans and whimpers since her arrival. Each of the artefacts stimulates her vivid imagination causing her to sigh and shiver, knowing they are all going to be used on her throughout that weekend.

The friend returns with the glasses of very chilled wine and hands one to her Master, then offers another to her. As she raises her hand to take it he shakes his head, she lowers her hand, the cold glass approaches one of her hard nipples, touches it and rotates slowly over the firm nub. The shock of the cold makes her cry out and shudder, suddenly sucking air in through her clenched teeth. She is then allowed to take the glass and lets a mouthful of the cool, sweet liquid swirl around her tongue before swallowing it, knowing that shortly she may be doing the same with mouthfuls of a much warmer, thicker, creamier, saltier tasting liquid. Her tongue licks around her lips at the thought.

"This is your new master for the weekend," her husband indicates the friend who is now sitting in an armchair opposite the sofa.

"You will obey him, won't you slut?" 

She nods her head like a little girl being told she has to be good or she won't receive her treat.

"Open your skirt and spread your legs," her new master gently orders.

She reveals a pair of open crotch panties, the sort that whores wear. Through the opening the smooth shaven cunt is quite visible. Down here she also looks like a little girl as her cunt lips are hidden yet the slit is swollen and slightly throbbing. It glistens. She is unable to stop her fingers from entering her sex.

"Finger fuck yourself, little girl. We want to hear you cum."

But this command is wasted on her as she has been on the edge of orgasm since she got out of the car. Her experienced fingers roam, in and out of her soaking slit, over her tits making her groan, grunt, pant. In her imagination she can feel herself being taken, can feel cock thrusting into her... A huge orgasm is starting to surge through her when...

"Stop! Remove your hands. I will have to blindfold you and tie your arms around your back. You are too eager to cum, little whore." 

Even though she has unwillingly taken her hand from her cunt it is still spasming on the edge of frustrated orgasm. A new cocktail of emotions is intoxicating her now; frustration, fear and lust.

A black scarf is tied across her eyes, her skirt is removed, leaving her in the crutchless knickers. She feels totally vulnerable as her hands are pulled behind her back and her wrists firmly tied together with another scarf. She is made to sit on a hard chair and wait. She hears rustling noises. 

"Don't move!" 

She sits as still as she can, her breathing becoming harder. Gradually a familiar, rich, mouth-watering odour penetrates her nostrils, sending signals down to her cunt, telling it to prepare itself. An unnecessary message. 

The two men are standing one on either side of her, naked and gently rubbing their throbbing erections in front of her face. She relishes the delicious, musky smell that comes from male genitals when they are particularly aroused. An animal smell, a natural perfume the male body produces to attract and arouse the females he wishes to copulate with. The very essence of sex. Here she has it in a strong double-dose from the cocks and balls of these two horny, perverted males. It goes to her head like pure alcohol. Involuntarily her mouth opens and her tongue licks around in front of her hoping to be able to touch and taste the cocks she knows are just centimetres away. Suddenly her little mouth is filled with the salty taste of a firm gland and her new master takes hold of her head so he can skull-fuck her. Choking on this surprise attack she soon relaxes her throat and lets him fuck her mouth deeply, moaning and whimpering around him. No one is touching her cunt but just being fucked in any hole makes this respectable History teacher cum. And that is what she is doing, right now.

She hears the voice of her beloved Master, "You fucking, cock-sucking, American whore. Look at my fucking wife, look what a slut she is, cumming like a little pig." 

She loves being called a slut because she knows she really is one and it brings her off even harder. She wants to be able to take hold of this cock, rub it and squeeze the balls, make them spurt into her mouth but the penis is withdrawn as suddenly as it was introduced, leaving her panting and moaning.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..."

The two men, still sporting rampant erections, go to sit opposite the television, their drinks in hand. She hears the crackle of the screen as it comes on then slurping noises, slapping sounds, men grunting and uttering obscenities, women screaming and begging to be fucked. Her ears pick up on every sound from the porn movie the men are watching, her breathing becoming heavier.

The men know that the longer they hold off cumming, the more perverted they will become. Their aim is to drive her into bigger and stronger and longer orgasms until she will do anything to maintain that uncontrollable peak of frenzied ecstasy. They are slowly taking her right into the inner sanctums of sexual paradise and hell; a place that few even suspect exists.

The friend produces a small pipe filled with the most potent of Nepalese hashish. They move over to where she is sitting and light the pipe, both of them sharing it, ensuring that the intoxicating smoke wafts around her face. She starts to enjoy this rich odour, too, breathing it in through her nose.

Hash high is a sensual experience. It is not an aphrodisiac in itself but it heightens a hundredfold the input of the senses. If you already feel horny before smoking hash, after imbibing you will become a languorous, powerful, sexual animal, all inhibitions gone, the whole body an erogenous zone, each sense attuned to the need for sexual satisfaction.

She feels her blindfold being removed. The curtains have been partly pulled so she is not dazzled by the daylight. The two naked men take their cocks and stimulate the heads by ever so gently rubbing them on her puckered nipples. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shudders. 

Ecstasy spreading through her breasts in electric waves down to her burning cunt. Similar sensations are coursing through the men's cocks and balls. Small, dry orgasms, a prelude to the huge, wet climax they will eventually reach.

One of the advantages of smoking hash, for a man, is that it can keep that monster orgasm at bay by supplying feelings that are as almost as intense as normal orgasms, yet without ejaculation. The erection is constantly alert to all stimuli. For a woman, it is similar except the orgasms can come in waves, like an ocean tide, at first gently lapping at the beach, building and building until it is pounding and rushing with an unstoppable power and urgency.

"Time for your first fuck, my sweet slut." 

This is her darling husband speaking. "But you won't get it unless you ask for it nicely."

"Fuck me, I want to be fucked! Take me you fucking bastards and use me, fuck my brains out, fuck the shit out of me, I want your fucking big cocks in me, pounding into my pussy, I wanna cum..."

"What do you think, my friend? Shall we? Was that nice enough?" 

Her new master is sliding two of the long soft ropes through the hooks in the beams. They dangle to the floor, about a yard apart. 

"Come here, little slut and lie on the carpet on your belly." 

She meekly obeys. The scarf holding her wrists is unfastened but now the ends of the ropes going through the hooks from the ceiling are tied around her ankles; if the ropes are pulled, her legs rise in the air, spreading as they get higher. The new master pulls on them and her perverted husband places himself in a kneeling position between her thighs. She is pulled just high enough so that her spread cunt is level with his stiff cock, her head still resting on the floor. 

With a thumb nail he slowly scratches her inner thighs from her cunt lips down to her knees, and then back again. She is whimpering into the carpet. He puts his face near to her soaking pussy and blows onto it, knowing this will send orgasmic shivers through her belly. Her sex is giving off the most potent of aphrodisiacal odours. He then places his cock head, throbbing with each of his heart beats, right next to her cunt lips and with one brutal thrust, plunges it into her up to the balls where he leaves it, slowly grinding his hips into her heat, feeling her pussy grip at him like a spastic hand as she orgasms intensely, screaming and bucking her hips up and down, her legs still suspended by the ropes. He intensifies and prolongs this orgasm by spanking her arse cheeks and asking her,

"What are you? Tell me, you fucking little bitch!"

"A slut...a whore.... a cum pig... Ahhhhhhhhhhh!! More....more...Fuck your whore...fuck me.." 

She pants and cries through the wave of orgasms she is now experiencing as he starts to slowly fuck her with his still hardened member, totally in control of his plaything. He motions to his friend to pull the ropes higher so that she is now in the wheelbarrow position, having to support herself on her hands. He is standing up between her well spread legs, holding her thighs, pounding into her as he pumps another long, screaming orgasm through her shuddering body. The cords are relaxed, lowering her to the floor where she continues moaning rough, guttural sounds from deep within her.

Eventually she is untied and helped to slip into a long, black, low-cut satin evening dress. The men put on silk bathrobes. She is told to go into the bathroom to clean up. She returns, ravished...starved. They escort her to the kitchen.

They have been in the house for four hours, night is starting to fall and they are all famished.

In this huge kitchen another feast for the senses awaits:

slices of.water melon sprinkled with freshly ground ginger soaking in the juices of the fruit:

plates of cold meats and pickles; rough country hams, thinly sliced beef spiked with garlic, thick chunks of tender pork, grilled chicken breasts soaked in honey mustard: crisp salads of green and red peppers mingling with salty bacon bits and baby chilli waiting to bite the tongue - a sudden, sharp, slap on sensitive flesh - all dripping in French dressing: raw vegetables: whole carrots, firm sticks of celery, long, stubby, red-tipped radishes and their thick oozy-smooth, creamy, white and green dips: steaming baked potatoes stuffed with sizzling goat cheese, the knobs of yellow butter melting and oozing over the wrinkled dark skins... all these sensations are spread out on the old, oak table.

They sit at the table eating with their fingers, slurping and licking; their appetite for food - whetted by the hashish and their intense foreplay - as voracious as is their appetite for sex.

She knows the visit has only just begun. She is still ravenously hungry.

To Be Continued...



The Visit



Well, I had finally gotten the vacation time off and the plane ticket. I was going to see my good friend Dayna, who lived in Houston. My name's Mike, and I'm a web design specialist in South Dakota. Dayna and I had been talking off and on in a chat room for over a year, and this was our first meeting. Yeah, I liked her, but she's a lesbian. That was cool with me (wouldn't it be for most guys? You never know when you might get lucky.)

I slept on the way there. It was only a 3 hour flight, but I'd been up a wee late last night packing. When I landed, I felt the nervous rush of adrenaline that always accompanies meeting a new person from online. I'd met people before, and it was fun. 

When I got off the plane, I searched for her and quickly found her. Wow! Her pictures didn't do her justice. She was about 5'8, 140 lbs, and had flowing blond hair to her shoulders. Her chest looked nice, but it wasn't too noticeable under her loose shirt and jeans. I hugged her and said "Hey! How're ya doin!" 

"Fine," she said. "Let's get your bags and get rolling." We walked over to the baggage gate and soon had my bags stowed in her trunk and were on our way. We made idle conversation on the way to her place, the weather, the trip, blah blah blah. It was only my second trip to Houston, having gone there for an uncle's wedding when I was 10. I didn't remember much so everything was pretty much new. We even went by Kennedy Space Center, where there was an old rocket laid out on its side. We couldn't see it, but I hoped we'd get to it in the coming days. 

We finally got to her apartment, and brought my bags in. "So what should we do for dinner tonight?" she asked. "Anyplace you want to go to?"

"I don't know," I said. "Where can we go?"

Her eyes lit up a bit. "How about we go to that one bar I was telling you about? Great burgers there." She'd once told me about taking me to a lesbian bar she went to, as her gay friend. I'd laughed at that but decided, "What the hell, why not?"

So that night we went to the bar, had some burgers, met a lot of the people she knew. A couple even checked me out and gave wolf whistles to Dayna. "Going bi on us, Dayna?" one hot brunette said to her. "Nahh, he's gay." she told her. They both laughed and sipped their drinks.

It was a good thing her apartment wasn't too far from her place; she was a bit drunk by the time we left. I had one drink, but I was still pretty sober. When we got back, I helped her to her bed and headed over to the couch. We both fell asleep pretty quick, I was kinda tired from the day's events.

The next morning, I woke up and she was still sleeping, so I figured I'd just shower and make us some breakfast. I hopped in and lathered myself down and washed my hair. As I was getting out I saw the door open, and Dayna walked in. "Mike? You almost done?" she asked. "Yeah," I said. "Gimme a sec." I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel and wrapped it around myself. I pulled the curtain away and there she was, in the buff. "When you're done with that towel, give it to me," she said. "it's my last one and I need to do laudry." 

Now, I'm used to seeing a woman naked, lived with a gf for a long while, but when I saw Dayna, ol' Spike jumped to attention. I turned around and unwrapped myself and dried off. When I turned to face her, she grinned. "Looks like somebody's awake." she said coyly. I blushed a bit and said, "Yeah..here you go." and walked out fast. 

I heard the water running as I sat on her bed. God, she was hot. I needed relief and it'd been a few days since I'd given Spike any attention. I figured, what the hell, I'll probably be finished before she gets out. I laid back and started to relieve myself of the tension.

Next thing I heard was, "Gee, you're mean. You started out without me!" I opened my eyes and sat up. There was Dayna, wet and naked in front of me. "Oh..uh.." was all I managed to blurt out. "Here, let me help." she said and grabbed my cock and started stroking. "Oohhhh," I moaned. "Don't go too fassst...want to last.." She grinned at me and then straddled my hips. "You know, I've never had a man in me before. I think it's time I did." and with that, thrust herself on my cock. I gasped at how tight she was and blew a load into her. She smiled. "Minuteman." she teased and started riding me. I instictively grabbed hold of her breasts and played with her hard nipples. "Ohhh! I love that," she moaned and started riding me harder. I leaned up and sucked on her nipples and she grabbed hold of my head, her hips slapping into mine. God, she was tight

She must've had a lot of tension too, as I felt my cock being squeezed and pulled. She was cumming so hard, my cock was stuck in her! I held on and moaned. "I'mmmmmm cummmmiiinnnnnggggg" she moaned and when she could, thrust down even harder on me. I groaned and felt another load about to shoot. "DAAAAYYYYNNNNNAAAAA" I cried as my second load shot out, even more intense than my first. When I was done, Dayna leaned down and kissed my lips. "I can see this is going to be a fun visit," she said sweetly into my ear.

to be continued...



The Visit



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The jet touched the runway without a sound or hint of movement. Nice job, thought Paul as he waited for the plane to taxi to the Terminal. He gathered his carry-ons and waited his turn to exit the airplane. The pilot was standing outside the cockpit door as Paul walked by to deplane. 

"Great landing," Paul told him, "a definite ten!" The pilot grinned and thanked him as Paul stepped into the Jetway and continued to the Terminal. He picked up his baggage and proceeded to pick up his rental car. Paul drove out of the airport to the interstate that would take him to his hotel. He parked, checked in and rode the elevator to his floor. The bellhop carried his bags into the room and Paul tipped him handsomely as he left. He showered and changed to casual clothing and prepared to go to dinner. There was a great steak house in this city and Paul was a regular customer each time he came here on business. Tonight would be no different, a couple of cocktails before dinner, a thick rare porterhouse steak with all the trimmings, a hearty red Zinfandel with his meal and a topped off with a mellow after dinner brandy. Not a bad way to spend an evening, he thought.

He awoke next morning eager to tend to business. Paul had several meetings with clients and would be involved with business late into the night. A special client that he hoped to close a very large business arrangement could not meet with him during the business day. The client suggested a dinner meeting instead. Paul returned to his hotel to freshen up before his dinner meeting. He read the paper as he waited for the appointed time when the telephone rang. "Paul?" said the voice, "this is Dale." Paul returned the greeting and listened while Dale told him that he would unable to meet for dinner. "Look Paul," Dale continued, " As far as I'm concerned, it's a done deal. I just faxed the signed contract to you at your office." 

"Thank you, Dale, I appreciate your business, but I was looking forward to dinner tonight to trade lies and stories," Paul joked.

"Me too," laughed Dale, "believe me, I'd rather be dining out than flying all night to Europe, but that's how it crumbles, pal. You know that," he added. Paul thanked him again for the contract as Dale told him that the total amount was nearly twice what they had discussed. "Besides," Dale continued, "now you can save on your expenses without me ordering the most expensive item on the menu." The two men talked a few minutes more and Dale said goodbye and hung up. Paul was pleased with the final outcome and decided to treat himself to a great dinner anyway. It was too early for dinner so Paul decided to browse through the usual information pamphlets in most hotel rooms. He was leafing through a pamphlet when he saw an ad for vacationing in Virginia. The name triggered his mind instantly. A former co-worker and friend, now deceased, had moved to this city about a year ago before his fatal heart attack. His wife, Virginia, chose to remain here and lived somewhere in this city. Paul wondered about how she was getting along since Jeffrey's passing. He picked up the phone book and began leafing through the pages until he spotted the name, Virginia McAllister. He dialed the number and a woman's familiar voice answered. "Hello, Jinni?" he asked.

"Yes, who is this?" the woman asked.

"It's Paul Carson, from Chicago, remember me?"

"Oh yes, Paul, I do remember you. How are you?" 

"I'm, fine. How have you been getting along since," Paul stopped mid sentence realizing that he might have said the wrong thing.

"That's ok, Paul, I've been able to deal with Jeff's passing, don't be embarrassed." They recalled the many good times that Paul, Jeff and Jinni had spent together. He and Jeff had joined the company at the same time and had become very good friends. When Jeff met and married Jinni, they continued the friendship and the three of them seemed inseparable. Jinni good naturedly, tried to fix him up with several of her friends, trying to spark a romance for Paul, but without results. Paul was not ready for a serious romance, but had no problem dating the gorgeous girls Jinni fixed him up with. 

"I came into town today on business and finished early. I didn't know if you still lived here or had gone elsewhere. When I looked in the phone book I saw your name and decided to call you," Paul explained. Jinni told him she was glad he called and was pleasantly surprised. They talked for nearly thirty minutes. Jinni said that she was working in Real Estate and had a house showing for a client late this afternoon and would be in the city until seven pm. "Perhaps you could meet me for cup of coffee or a drink after your appointment," Paul suggested.

"Yes, that would be nice, Paul. I'll meet you at Giovanni's Restaurant for a drink and chat," Jinni agreed. "Oh, Paul, dress is casual at Giovanni's," she added, "see you at seven." They hung up and Paul changed to slacks and sport shirt. He waited until six thirty then left for the restaurant in a taxi, since he didn't want to try to find the restaurant in the dusk. Arriving, Paul got a table and a cocktail and waited for Jinni. Right on time Jinni walked through the door, spotted Paul and moved toward the table. She was tall, great figure, long legs with a lovely pair of breasts that gently jiggled and swayed when she walked. Her black hair was cut short she wore jeans with a white top and a sport coat. She looked just as gorgeous as he remembered her. He stood up when she reached the table and they embraced like friends and sat down. They exchanged stories and remembrances for a while when Paul asked her if she had had dinner. Jinni replied that she hadn't and they decided to order. After dining they had another drink and talked some more about old times and Jinni's new life as a Realtor. Jinni had a wonderful laugh and a great smile. They talked and sipped their drinks until nearly eleven pm. Paul looked at his watch and said he had an early flight. 

He paid the check and asked the cashier to call for a taxi. Jinni volunteered to drive him to his hotel as it was on her way. Paul got out of Jinni's car at his hotel, thanked her for a lovely evening and went into the hotel. He got to his room and began to undress when there was a knock on the door. Opening the door he saw Jinni standing there with a grin on her face. He barely said hello when she barged into his room, whirled about and kissed him. Paul returned the kiss eagerly as Jinni's hand clasped his cock through his slacks. "Paul, I need you badly," Jinni said as she began to pull his clothes from his body. "It's been nearly a year since I have had sex and I just couldn't stand another night without it," she added. His hands clutched at her and he quickly removed her top. Her lacy white bra nestled her lovely breasts tightly and Paul marveled at how great they looked in her bra. In a fluid movement Jinni was out of her jeans and stood in her bra and white thong panties. She playfully pushed Paul onto the bed on his back and pulled his boxers off. His cock of seven inches was erect and pointing towards the ceiling. Jinni sensuously removed her bra and her breasts seemed to rise up. They were conical, large with deep pink areolas, and tipped with hard erect nipples that stood out from her breasts. She turned to show him her thong as she slipped it off and let it fall to the floor.

Her bush was neatly trimmed black curls with her treasure nestled lower and below her bush. Paul saw reflected light glisten from her moist pussy as she climbed on the bed. She crawled along his body until her lips were over his and she kissed him deeply and tenderly. "God, I'm so glad you called me, Paul," she moaned and kissed him passionately probing for his tongue. Jinni kissed and nibbled his neck as she drew her tongue to his nipples and began licking them and trying to suck the small nubs into her mouth. Paul loved to have his nipples licked and played with and he moaned in pleasure as Jinni spent an inordinate amount of time licking his sensitive nubs. She rose and rubbed her fabulous breasts all over his face, stopping to let him pull a nipple into his mouth to lick and suckle. Jinni turned her body so she could lick his nipples as he sucked hers. Again she rose, drew her body up to straddle his shoulders and lowered her sweet pussy just above his mouth. Paul inhaled her scent, watching the moistness seep from her closed cuntlips. Her fragrance spurred his arousal even higher as his nostrils filled with her aroma. He lifted his head a bit and kissed her pussy as though it were her mouth. Jinni shuddered at the kiss as she moaned in pleasure.

She lowered her sweet cunt to his lips and he covered it with his mouth. His tongue darted out to flick along the edges of her closed cuntlips as she trembled with arousal. Paul teased her for a few seconds then parted her closed cuntlips with his tongue to lick between them. He plunged his tongue deep into her pussy to lick her inner cunt walls, as she groaned in sweet agony. He felt her clit sliding out of its hood to press against his mouth begging for attention. Paul's tongue flicked over her clit, swirled around it then sucked it into his mouth to suck it in and out. Jinni was nearly to the edge as she gasped and sighed with pleasure, rolling and grinding her pussy and clit into Paul's mouth. Quickly, Jinni turned into a sixty-nine position and began to lick Paul's cockhead and shaft. Her pussy covered his mouth and he continued tonguing her pussy and clit, while she expertly took his cock into her mouth. They both moaned and gasped as they sucked one another. It seemed as though Jinni could not get enough of Paul's cock. She kept kissing it, hugging it to her face and sucking it ravenously. Paul lifted his head higher to see her tender little rosebud trapped between her asscheeks. He kissed it and she shuddered. He began to lick and ream it with his tongue and she trembled and quivered as his tongue pleasured her sweet rosy asshole. Paul kissed her rosy asshole once more then resumed licking and sucking her cunt and clit.

Jinni's juices flowed heavily over Paul's face and mouth. He could feel her twitch each time his tongue touched her clit. Jinni was close and Paul was not far behind as she licked hard on his sensitive cockhead. Suddenly, Jinni stiffened and cried out as her body shook in a massive orgasm. She spewed her cunt nectar all over his face and mouth. Paul redoubled his efforts on her cunt and she spasmed through another orgasm. Each time he flicked her clit with his tongue Jinni would spasm and cum. Jinni had a death grip on Paul's cock with her mouth. Through her multiple orgasms she never once released his cock from her mouth. Paul uttered a guttural groan and erupted in a savage orgasm, spewing his semen deep into Jinni's mouth and throat. Jinni gulped and swallowed his frothy thick white cum. She waited for more and he erupted again as she tongued his super sensitive cockhead. Paul closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as her tongue lifted the sensations in his cockhead to a new level. He could hardly stand Jinni's intense tonguing of his cockhead. Finally, Jinni collapsed on his body, breathing hard and gasping for air. Paul, too, had a difficulties drawing air into his lungs and nearly passed out from the super sensitivity of his cockhead. Neither of them could move nor easily recover their senses as they lay in bed one on top of the other.

Jinni stirred first and seemed to slowly recover from her multiple orgasms. She turned and moved up along Paul's body seeking his lips to kiss him deeply. He returned the kiss eagerly, tasting his thick cum on her tongue. She, in turn, licked his cheeks glistening with her juices and nestled her head on his chest and shoulder. "Jinni, that was incredible," Paul remarked in a gasping whisper.

"Oh, Paul, I needed that so badly. I haven't had sex since Jeff died," she whispered in his ear, "I've been afraid to meet anyone for sex because of the aids thing, even though I've had a lot of offers," she told him. Paul kissed her again and thanked her for picking him to renew her sex life. She got on her elbows as she lay on him and smiled at him wickedly. "You know what I want you to do?" she asked him with a twinkle in her eye. Paul shook his head, no. "Do you remember Mandy who worked in accounting?" Jinni began. Paul nodded and thought to himself that no one could ever forget Mandy and her nymphomania. "Well, I want you to do to me what you did with her," Jinni said. Paul recalled how he had told Jinni and Jeff of Mandy's perversions, and of his own, one drunken night at their house. Jinni had been so aroused by Paul's stories of he and Mandy that she recalled she got wet just from listening. "Jinni, you know how wasted I was that night?" he asked Jinni. She nodded yes, but said that she still wanted him to do it even though he was sober.

"Who knows, it might even be better sober," she added. Paul smiled kissed her and nodded. He rolled Jinni onto her back and stood up. Taking Jinni by both hands he helped her stand. Paul placed two straight chairs about three feet apart in front of the bed. He helped Jinni climb onto the chairs with one foot on each chair and her back to the bed. She towered above him with her bush nearly at his eye level. He nuzzled the soft black curls of her bush and gently pulled at the hair with his lips. He licked her belly and around her navel before reaming it with his tongue. Paul drew his tongue along her hips and down to the crease where her thigh met her torso. Jinni quivered at each touch of Paul's tongue on her sensuous body. She sighed deeply as her hands grasped his head trying to pull his mouth to her sopping wet cunt.

Ducking under her legs and behind her, Paul kissed the firm flesh of her ass all over. Gently he nibbled at her asscheeks as Jinni gasped and trembled. He grasped an asscheek in each hand and spread them apart, holding them open with his thumbs. Paul drew his tongue down the cleft of her asscrack as Jinni shivered at his touch. He paused at her rosebud to kiss her rosy tight little asshole. Jinni shuddered when he licked her sweet rosy asshole, pushing his tongue hard against her rosebud. Paul withdrew from her asscrack, fearing she might cum before he was ready and he concentrated on licking and kissing her inner thighs. Jinni was moaning sighing in total pleasure as his marvelous mouth relentlessly teased and loved her body. Her juices coated her inner thighs and Paul licked up her sweet nectar. His lips kissed her cunt as though it was her mouth and she shuddered from the long awaited contact with her pussy. She sighed, trembling as his tongue drew along the sides of her closed cuntlips, circled the hood of her clit and down the other side. Paul diverted her attention by grasping her asscheeks and kneading them, thus preventing her from orgasm again. Jinni was going mad with passion. She needed to cum so badly, but she also reveled in being teased and kept on the cusp of orgasm without letting her cum.

Paul's grasped her cuntlips with his teeth and gently nibbled them and pulled them softly with his teeth. Jinni gasped and moaned, "Oh God, Paul…let me cum…please," she begged. Paul kissed her belly and slowly shook his head no, placing his finger over his lips, motioning her to be silent. He laid his cheek against her soft belly and held her tight as she trembled in his embrace. Her urge to cum abated somewhat and Paul returned to her sweet treasure nestled below her bush. He flicked his tongue across the edges of her closed cuntlips then rubbed his nose against her clit while it stood erect and engorged. Jinni whimpered and uttered a soft howl as Paul worked his magic. 

His tongue parted her wet cuntlips from the bottom, drawing his tongue upward to flick at her clit. Jinni shuddered and moaned, desperately needing release from this sweet 'torment'. She held his shoulders with her hands to steady herself, but Paul moved her hands saying, "Hold your hands behind your back, Jinni. I want you to cum standing up without any support," he whispered to her. Jinni quivered and did as she was told, praying for her release to come swiftly. Paul resumed licking her outer cuntlips driving Jinni relentlessly toward orgasm, but not allowing her to reach it. Jinni whimpered, gasped and began to sob as her body craved release that Paul withheld. "Please, Paul…let me cum, for God's sake Paul…I need to cum so badly," she sobbed. Ignoring her pleas, Paul continued licking her cunt gently, then suddenly plunged his tongue deep into her pussy. Jinni writhed, pleading for him not to stop and she ground her quivering cunt hard into his face. His mouth filled with her juices and he swallowed them. He covered her clit with his mouth to furiously suck it as Jinni writhed and wailed. Suddenly she screamed and exploded in a massive orgasm as her body shuddered. Her knees wobbled as she erupted again, spewing her cunt nectar all over Paul's face and tongue. Paul grabbed the writhing woman and held her tight as she orgasmed again as he licked at her clit. Jinni could no longer stand. Her legs betrayed her and she turned to fall onto the bed thrashing about in another sweet orgasm. 

Finally, her orgasm subsided and she became quiet. Jinni trembled through several mini after-cums then lay still breathing hard and gasping for air. Her eyes were shut and she slowly regained her senses quietly, smiling in satisfaction. "Oh my God, Paul. That was incredible…I've never cum that hard!" she told him. Paul climbed on the bed and began to circle her breasts with his tongue. Beginning at the bottom of the conical mounds he licked in concentric circles to her areolas, but avoided touching the hard erect nipple. Jinni moaned again as he did the same to the other breast. Finally his lips closed over her nipple and he sucked it deep into his mouth. He did the same to the other nipple, then grasped her breasts and shoved them together until her nipples touched one another. Paul took both nipples into his mouth at once and sucked them as Jinni moaned in ecstasy as he bathed her sweet nipples with his tongue. Paul wriggled his way between her legs and released her nipples from his mouth. He grasped her legs from under her knees and pulled her hips up. His huge cock, pulsating with desire, searched for the opening to her sweet cunt. Jinni reached under her body to guide the throbbing cock to her pussy, placing his cockhead between her sopping wet cuntlips.

Slowly, Paul glided his cock deep into her cunt. Jinni groaned in pleasure as his cock impaled her. She felt his balls lying on her asscheeks as Paul kept pushing until he was as deep as he could go. Jinni sighed and wrapped her arms around her lover whispering, "Yes…yes…yes, Paul, fuck me please, Paul, fuck me hard." Paul didn't waste time satisfying her wishes. He began to pump his huge member in and out of her tight cunt, not fucked in so many months. She moaned with pleasure and clenched his cock with her cunt muscles. Her cunt clasped his cock and pulled his foreskin back so his sensitive cockhead would be rubbed intensely by her cunt walls as he thrust it deep into her. She would clench his cock securely with her cunt to draw his foreskin over his cockhead as he withdrew on the backstroke.

Paul was in a delirium as Jinni fucked his brains out with her tight pussy compressing around his cock as if to strangle it. Jinni moaned and felt herself hurtling toward another orgasm from the wonderful cock fucking her. Suddenly, Paul grunted a deep guttural sound, his cock stiffened as he drove it as deep as he could and exploded. His warm thick white frothy cum spewed out of his cock to splash against Jinni's cunt walls. She too, erupted in orgasm as she felt the warm cum bathe her inner cunt. She wailed in sweet 'agony' as Paul continued to pump his seed within her. Jinni could feel the warm cum fill her and start to seep out of her pussy, coating Paul's balls. They remained coupled as their breathing was labored and they panted for air.




The Visit



Paul released Jinni's legs and kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss eagerly as Paul rolled over to bring Jinni's body onto his. He embraced her and held her sweaty body close to him whispering how wonderful she was. She nuzzled her head in his shoulder and kept her eyes closed as she gasped for air. "Jinni, that was marvelous," Paul whispered in her ear, "just absolutely wonderful, sweet Jinni." He pulled the covers over their bodies as he realized, without a spoken word, that they both needed to rest a little while. They fell asleep, one on top of the other, with Jinni's magnificent tits pressing Paul's chest and his cock still within her as it began to grow flaccid.

Paul awoke and looked at the clock. It was nearly three am. Jinni had rolled off of him as they slept and was lying next to him, asleep, with her arm over his chest. He looked at her beautiful face, gently sleeping. He wondered if she was dreaming as she smiled occasionally as she slept. He knew that his flight was to depart in three hours, but he also knew that he was not going to be on it. Gently he slid out of bed without waking Jinni. He dialed the desk and asked the hotel to cancel his Saturday flight and book him on the first available flight on Monday. He opened the room refrigerator and took out a carafe of Blush and poured himself a glass of wine. He drew back the drapes and moonlight bathed the room. He sat near the window sipping his wine and looking out over the city. Jinni stirred and rolled over. She opened her eyes, smiled at Paul. She rolled out bed and went to Paul and they kissed. The moonlight flickering over her naked body was beautiful. They stood naked at the window looking over the sleeping city and taking turns sipping wine from Paul's glass. "What are you thinking, Paul," she asked looking deeply into his eyes.

"How beautiful you are, Jinni."

"I think you're beautiful too, Paul," she said smiling sweetly. She laid her head on his arm, "I'm, so glad you called me," she told him. He smiled at her, cupped her chin and kissed her. "I think I liked our tryst too much," she whispered.

"It wasn't a tryst, Jinni. We made love. To me, a tryst is like one night together. This was not a one night'er for me, Jinni. I made love to you, the most beautiful woman in the world, both outside and inside." Paul embraced her again and kissed her deeply. Jinni welled up with tears as she returned the kiss. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and hugged Paul as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"What time is your flight tomorrow, Paul," she asked softly.

"Monday," he replied. Jinni looked quizzically at him. "I called to change it as you slept, Jinni," he told her. Jinni smiled a happy smile and cuddled closer. They sat motionless and quiet for several minutes naked in the moonlight then Jinni stood to pull Paul back to the bed. Paul lay down on his back and Jinni straddled his hips, sitting her moist pussy on his flaccid cock. She bent over and began to lick his nipple and roll the other one in her thumb and forefinger. Jinni could feel Paul's arousal returning as his cock began to swell against her pussy. She alternated nipples until his hard-on pushed hard against her pussy. Jinni scooted down toward his feet and his cock stood up pointing at the ceiling. She lowered her lips to his cockhead and kissed his bulbous knob. Paul gasped as Jinni licked his cockhead all over then licked all around his cockshaft and nuzzled his pubic hair as she reached the base of his cock. Paul moaned with pleasure as Jinni began to lick his balls. She wet them all over with her saliva then pulled one testicle into her mouth to lick and suck it. Releasing his testicle, Jinni took the other one into her mouth to love it as well. Using her fingers she gently pushed both of Paul's balls into her mouth and slathered them with her tongue.

She released his balls and began to lick his cockshaft, pulling his foreskin down she licked up to the rim and circled it with her tongue. Paul moaned and gasped at the wonderful sensations on his sensitive cock. Jinni watched as a thick clear drop of pre-cum oozed from his cockhole. She licked the salty offering from his cockhead and savored the unique flavor. Paul twitched as Jinni took his cock into her mouth and closed her lips about it. Slowly, she raised and lowered her head sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as her tongue slathered his cockhead. Jinni relentlessly drew her tongue over the sensitive spot in front of Paul's cock again and again. She sensed he was getting close and she released his cock to lick and suckle his balls. Paul was moaning constantly now and pre-cum continued to ooze out of his cockhole, sometimes laced with stripes of white semen. His cock was throbbing as Jinni moved up to lick and rub his nipples again. Paul felt as though he was in heaven, as this magnificently beautiful woman continued to fellate him and drive him toward the outer limits. How marvelous, he thought, she's doing to me what I did to her. He lay back trembling as she teased and played with him persistently, only to back away when he neared orgasm. Paul was never in this position before. He was always the one to be in control. This wonderful lover had sweetly and wonderfully turned the tables on him and he loved it!

Paul's raging hard-on strained to cum, but Jinni prevented it by gently squeezing his cockhead to disable his urge to cum. She played this game of sucking him to near orgasm, only to prevent it, for nearly forty-five minutes while Paul groaned and moaned and reveled in pleasure. Jinni lifted up from straddling his hips to turn around in a sixty-nine position. Lowering her aroused and wet cunt to his mouth, she took his cock into her mouth determined to make him cum together with her. They began to lick each other hard. After a few minutes of this blissful ministering to one another, they exploded in a crescendo of orgasm. Paul's throbbing cock blasted thick ropes of white cum deep into Jinni's throat and she squirted her nectar all over his tongue, mouth and face. They bucked and writhed, as neither would stop sucking, each wanting to suck the other one completely through their orgasm.

Finally their writhing and shuddering stopped. They calmed down to quietly lay gasping and panting for air. After several minutes, Jinni rose up and turned around. She moved up to kiss her lover and Paul tasted his cum on her lips and tongue. Jinni licked Paul's face, glistening with her juices and they kissed again. They lay down in the bed with their arms around each other and drifted off to sleep.



The Visit



I inserted the key into the lock of my daughter's apartment. She gave her mother and me a key to her house when she first moved in for emergency purposes or when she wanted us to drop something off at her place and she knew she wouldn't be home. In the five years that she has lived here, this is the 3rd time that I have used the key. 

I came this weekend because I knew she wouldn't be home. She told us she was planning to spend the weekend with some girlfriends upstate. I was hoping that I could come over and watch the game in peace and quiet at her place without her mother nagging or interrupting me every five seconds. 

As I entered the apartment the sound of the game came from the living room and the smell of baking cookies came from the kitchen. Just as I locked the front door, I heard the oven door slam. She couldn't be home. She said she was leaving, but maybe she changed her mind. It was just as well. I wouldn't mind watching the game with Brie. She didn't like sports very much but at least she didn't nag.

As I walked into the kitchen, surprise was one description of what I felt. Lust was another. There was Sabrina standing over the oven, naked except for an apron and two oven mitts. Her coca round ass and back was bared for my view. I was thinking of the last time I saw that ass. She was 18 and although she was well passed the age, she would ask me to accompany her while she bathed so I could help wash her back. She always made sure to ask when her mother was out. 

She would sit in the tub of water and gather a rich lather with in her hands. Leaving the sponge to float between her legs, she would run her hands all over her body. She would start from her neck and work her way down her throat. Bending her head back and thrusting her breast forward, she rubbed the soap over the firm young mounds for minutes upon minutes at a time. She loved to squeeze and pulled on her nipples, twisting and turning and squeezing. I knew from watching her many times before that that was the quickest way to turn her on- playing with her nipples. 

They were dark brown with a slightly pink center. I would watch as she twisted and squeeze with her fingers often times scratching herself with her nails. Soon those dark brown tips would turn to an interesting mixture of dark brown and an angry ruby red. Then she would search for the sponge and run the water from the sponge down the valley of her breasts, washing away the soap. Her bathing pattern was always the same and always effective. 

It was then that she would rise out the tub onto her knees and used the sponge to wash between her legs. Spreading her legs as much as she was able in the small space, she used one hand to spread her pussy lips. Again, I would see the sexy color of brown and pink calling for me… daddy. She would rub the sponge back and forth against her clit, slow, slow, then faster and faster and harder. 

Looking into my eyes, she would make her self come for me without making a sound. Often times I was amazed at her control. If it wasn't for the stiffness in her body, the flush in her face, the unfocused look in her eyes and the split second when it looks like she almost forgets how to breath, it wasn't for all that, I would have never known. But, I did know. 

Afterward, she would turn around in the tub, put herself in doggy-style position, and ask me to wash her back. Trembling I would pick up the sponge, lather it back up and start where she started- at her neck. Running it down the small of her back, I would press my dick against the side of the tub and gently humping it. It wasn't the same as her soft ass or wet pussy but at the time it was all I had. I mean she wouldn't really let me fuck her… would she?

The sides of her torso were the most sensitive. I knew because every time I rubbed the sponge against her skin I would hear trickles of water enter the tub. When it first happened I didn't know what it was. When I looked between her spread legs, I saw the pink tissue of her pussy contract, and the water trapped inside her cunt would run down her thighs into the tub.

When I reached her ass, I would replace the sponge with my hands. Using my fingers I would work my finger up to the second knuckle and softly finger fuck her ass. She would softly sigh as she rocked her ass back and forth. Deeper and deeper my finger would probe, one finger, then two fingers, and then three. The harder I fucked it the more she rocked. Eventually we would both come, her in the tub and me against it. Those where the days. And now that ass was once again in front of me after 6 years.

"Brie?"

Startled, she quickly turned and smiled when she saw it was I. 

"Daddy!" she squealed as she ran into my arms. "What are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask you that. What happened to you and Jackie going away? And why the hell are you naked?"

"Well, I decided not to go and I'm naked because it is my house and I like being naked in it. Why are you here?"

"I wanted to watch the game in quiet," I answered as I softly caressed her naked back.

Pausing she narrowed her eyes and watched me as I continued to touch her skin. Making a decision she reached behind her and untied the apron knotted at the base of her neck. It fell down to her waist, her breasts were bared to my gaze. They were still brown with those lickable pink tips. I wanted to bite those bitches and make them as red as she used to make them.

Seeing my hunger she said, "Go ahead daddy. Game time is over, its time you finished what I started all those years ago. You know you want to suck me and when you finished, you are going to fuck me. Fuck me daddy! Fuck me!"

It was if something inside me snapped. Growling like an animal, I pushed her back-- pushed her onto the top of the kitchen table and drove in. Grabbing both breasts, I squeezed them, milking them, as if they could feed me. Sucking and nibbling I chewed on the tips, not enough to do damage but enough to cause that edge of pain I knew she liked. This time she didn't stay quiet. Grabbing the back of my head she held me in place over her nipples begging me over and over, "Suck me daddy."

Wrapping her legs around my waist I licked my way up her neck to her lips and kissed her-- kissing my little girl like the woman I knew she was, grinding my dick into her pussy like a lunatic. Ohhhh, much better than the tub. She wrapped her legs around my hips locking me against her body as I dry humped her pussy.

Sliding my hands around onto her back, I reached down and grabbed her ass. Stoking it, my fingers found their way back home and slipped inside her anal canal. It was hot and so soft. I wanted to fuck it again, but this time not with my fingers, but with my dick. I wanted to ram it up her ass so hard she would bleed. I wanted to fuck her ass like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to fuck her ass, her mouth, and her pussy. I wanted to hear her scream my name. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. I wanted her to claw at my back and forget to breathe like she did in that tub. 

Tried of sucking on her tongue I unwrapped her legs, lifted her hips off the table, and buried my face into her pussy. Inhaling her scent, I drank her in. There is nothing more arousing then sucking on pussy and drinking pussy juice, and my daughter's pussy at that. Can it get nastier than that? I can't wait to make her cum on my dick. I can't want to feel that wetness. To rub it into my skin. 

"That's right. Eat my pussy daddy. Suck it clean. All of it. Does it taste better than mommy's pussy? I bet it does. I bet mommy's pussy is all old and dried up by now." She panted and she humped her cunt into my face. I could hear the joy in her laughter as she said that.

"I'm going to teach you how to fuck, daddy and next time I visit you are going to fuck me at home. I can see it now. We can fuck in the kitchen against the sink as I talk to mommy as she cleans up in the next room. Or maybe I can come into your bedroom and sit on you face and let you eat me as she sleeps besides us."

I had no idea if she was serious, but the image drove me crazy. Could my little girl be such a slut? Stepping back I flipped her over on the table so her ass was facing me. Leaning over I licked the crack of her ass down to her pussy, sucked on the clit and licked back up her ass. Unzipping my pants I rubbed my dick against her ass, looking for entry.

Laughing she reached back and grabbed my cock, squeezing tightly, making me almost come on touch. "Oh no daddy. You aren't getting off that easy. The ass is easy. It's almost is not like a real fuck. It's so tight and hot you'll hardly have to work to come. You want my ass? You have to prove you deserve it first. So, in my pussy, in you go."

Grunting, I slide right in. Up and tight. I buried myself as far as a could. If I could have I would have even thrust my balls inside. I fucked her hard. I pounded that bitch like there was no tomorrow and she loved ever minute of it.

"Yes! Yes! Make me cum daddy. Make me cum. I used to dream about you fucking me. I used to dream about you fucking me, having mommy watch, and having her hate me because my pussy was so much better than hers was. I want you to cum in my pussy daddy and I want you to eat that cum out when you are finished."

"I used to go in the bathroom and put your toothbrush deep in my cunt and fuck myself, imaging you brushing your teeth with my pussy juice. Did you tasted me daddy? Hell I even did it on mommy's toothbrush once in awhile. I had some of my most intense organisms imaging you fucking me."

Harder. Harder I pounded. The table began to rock. 

"I used to wait outside your door and listen to you fuck mommy. I would lay there on the floor, outside your door with my legs spread. Facing your door and I would fuck myself with anything I could find, hoping that you would open the door and find me."

The table began to slide against the floor. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I was having a heart attack. That is when she really started to scream. Then it happened. All the muscles in my body locked. My body jerked as the sperm shot out of me. With each expulsion, I felt my heart jump and fire leap out my body. I nearly passed out.

When I regained my senses, I called her name. 

"Brie?"

Hearing no answer, I looked at her face. Moving the hair from her eyes, I saw that she fell asleep. Pulling out of her, I fell into the nearest chair.

"ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALLLLLLLLLLL?" came from the living. Not bothering to re-zipped, I got up, went to the frig, grabbed a beer, went into the living room and watched the game. I figured she'd wake up eventually and make me a snack, perhaps some potato chips dipped in pussy juice. 

Damn what a visit.



The Visit



The lips of her sex were swollen and smooth. Juices from her arousal and my tongue glistened in the candlelight, seeping from inside her. I softly and slowly drew my tongue over her clit, my arms lightly resting on her belly, my hands and fingers extended, teasing her plump breasts and erect nipples. Her legs were wide, and her hips elevated high on the bed pillows. Her moans echoed around the room and her writhing shadow danced along the walls. 

She was so sweet, so intoxicating. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply the scents of vanilla and coconut. She was also very tempting. I was drawn to her, to her liveliness, to her smile and her laugh. I loved her open sexuality and her good girl gone very bad personality. 

My Master knew how attracted I was to her, how I wanted her. He'd told me to invite her over for the afternoon while He was working, said that I'd been deserving of a treat…and visiting with her was it. I was overjoyed and had called her the moment He'd closed the door behind Him. She had been just as excited as I, showing up exactly five hours later as planned.

Her body was as imperfect as mine was, but that in and of itself made us both perfect. My Master delighted in the few extra pounds that I carried and had taught me with gentleness and sweet patience how to appreciate the same in other women. He encouraged my bisexual desires, showed me the deep hidden passions and wicked pleasures of unBarbielike ladies. 

She hadn't been in the house long before my mouth was watering for a taste of her, my hands itching for the feel of her. Luckily for me, she had the same notions and feelings that I did. She wanted me just as much. 

Her mouth had covered mine, our hands had started unbuttoning shirts and easing shorts down. I chased her across the cold stone floor of the Great Hall and up the stairs to my room. The wine red drapes were drawn to conceal the bright sunshine from the room making it necessary to light candles. She shed her bra and panties then climbed up into the massive four-poster bed.

She was so beautiful lying there, open and wet, pleading with her eyes and beckoning with her arms.

I knelt between her open thighs and lowered my lips and tongue and mouth to her freshly shaven sex. I savor and wantonly drank of her essence. I still wore panties, the crotch of which was soaked through with my own arousal and I still wore my bra, though my nipples threatened to poke a hole straight through the satin and lace cups. 

I had no idea how long we'd been there or how many times she'd come, screaming my name and fucking my face, her cunt quivering and gushing, begging for more. I had no idea how much more I could stand without satisfying my own lust. My Master having given strict orders everyday for the past week and I was forbidden from pleasuring myself. He knew today would be another torment, another evil torture, her presence near impossible for me to escape or deny. I was dying. I needed it so bad, that orgasm that was just around the next curve and down the next hill.

I drew her clit between my teeth and pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I nibbled on her, driving her higher and harder. My ass wiggled in the air, my thighs tightly clenched together against my desperation. 

I felt the sting of His hand as it cracked down on the tender, satin covered skin of my behind. I hadn't heard Him enter the room. My heart sank. He was home early. 

"Well, well, well, My sweet naughty pet, what do we have here?"

I froze and started to lift my head. He pushed it back down.

"No, finish her. I don't think she's even realized you're no longer alone."

It was true, she had not realized it. His hand caressed and pinched my ass and I sucked and bit down on her clit, pulling her nipples high and away from her body. Being caught was an added excitement, though one that put a trace of fear into my soul. It heightened my own arousal to the point of near physical discomfort. She moaned loudly and shuddered, her body expelling another sweet mouthful of cum.

I licked her softly, helping her, coaxing her to descend slowly from her climactic high as well as trying to keep my Master's displeasure at bay for as long as possible. 

Much to my dismay, it wasn't long enough. 

His hand fisted in my hair and pulled my head from between her legs. "Did you come?" He asked, hot desire and a strange satisfaction mixing in His steel blue eyes. There was an edge to His voice that I recognized with dread. He was going to enjoy my punishment.

"No, Master, I did not."

He looked over at my friend who had by now curled up into a ball in the corner of my bed farthest away from us. He laughed and beckoned her close with the crooking of His finger. She was hesitant only for a moment before she began crawling toward Him. His hand was gentle under her chin as He lifted her face. 

"Did My pet start this?" He asked her.

My eyes moved back and forth between them. Had this all been a set up? Was she supposed to seduce me just to see what I would do? 

"No, Sir, I did."

He looked over at me then back down at her.

"Did she resist?"

"No, Sir, she didn't."

Damn. That was the only word that would form in my mind. Damn. Damn. Damn. I dropped my eyes and my shoulders slumped. I hadn't resisted her lure, I could have at least tried, but I didn't, and now I would pay a heavy price. Damn.

He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, she nodded, the scrambled off the bed and out the door. 

He bade me softly to look at Him. I did so without thought even though I didn't want to see whatever lay deep in His eyes. 

"You're going to be punished."

"Yes, Master."

"I said she could come to visit. I know how you enjoy her company. I did not say you could play with her or she with you."

"Yes, Master."

Tears welled up in my eyes. I hated disappointing Him. 

"Did you enjoy her?"

"Yes, Master."

Why didn't I see disappointment in His eyes? And if He wasn't disappointed, why did I still feel so guilty?"

"Then come, your sweet, sweet punishment awaits."

He stood and I crawled off the bed, following behind Him silently. We went down the stairs, taking a right off the foyer. 

There was no dungeon in His home. No crosses or racks or frames. No wall with assorted whips, canes, and crops. No shelves with sex toys and no chains dangling from the ceiling. There was only His music room. It was both a place of punishment and immense pleasure. Music being so connected to my soul and to His made it the perfect room for all forms of instruction, discipline, and wicked delight. It was His favorite room…second only to His bedroom.

He opened the door hidden just under the staircase. I stopped and stood just behind and to the side of Him. 

"After you, pet," He said, pulling me around in front of Him and nudging me through the door. His fingers unhooked my bra and took it from me. "Your punishment will be given by your playmate."

"Yes, Master." I heard the click of the door as it shut behind Him. 

"Over to the tympani." 

My eyes darted over to the corner where His beloved percussion instruments resided. She was there beside the tympani holding a black case. I made my way over to her slowly but steadily. She smiled as I got closer and suddenly the feeling of being set up came back…tenfold. 

"Stand behind the middle one, pet and lean over the top. Spread those pretty legs wide."

I moved into position, adjusting and readjusting.

"Your chin should rest against the edge farthest from you and you should be on your toes. I want your arms out across the other two tympani, palms flat, fingers splayed."

I gripped the side of the drum with my hands and lifted up on my toes. This pushed my body further across the top. He was right, on my toes my chin would rest against the edge. I gingerly let go and spread my arms out, one on each of the drums to my side. I was quite uncomfortable and still quite wet. 

"I had some special mallets made for moments such as these, My sweet one." He held a one in front of my face. I guessed it to be about six inches long. The handle was thin and on the end was a little red leather ball. "Do you know what this one is for?"

"No, Master."

I felt hands on my ass, smaller ones than my Masters. Her palms slid over the soft satin covering my skin. I felt the cool blade of scissors cut through the crotch and then through the waistband. My cunt and ass were visible while the satin around the front protected my belly from the sharp metal edges of the drum. She spread my cheeks apart and dabbed some oil on my little hole. "This little mallet is for your sweet ass, pet. It will slide gently into you until the ball is resting in between your cheeks, holding them a fraction of an inch apart." 

As He talked, I felt the mallet being pushed into me. The ball came to rest against the outside of my asshole, just as He had said. Fingers gripped around the ball and pulled. The mallet was twisted and then pushed back in. This was done a few times, each repetition faster and harder than the last. I heard them talking softly behind me as someone, presumably my 'playmate', fucked my ass. It stopped as suddenly as it had started and into my line of vision came my Master.

He knelt down in front of my face, touching His fingers to my hair. "How many times did she come on your tongue, sweet pet?"

"I don't know, Master. I lost count."

He smiled. "Lost count? What a devilish little tongue you must have, slut." He looked over my head at her. "Do you remember?"

"Four or five times, Sir."

I closed my eyes in dismay, uncertain as to what came next.

"Look at me, pet." I opened my eyes. "You will be spanked with the twin mallet of this one." He held up another mallet, this one around twelve inches in length, a black rubber ball on the end, slightly larger than the red ball. I felt her slide the soft leather through my cunt, rubbing it back and forth across my clit. I felt my body twitch. "We will say that you made her come five times. For each of those five times, you will get one extra spank. And pet? This punishment is not for your ass, but for your clit."

My eyes went wide. Ten spankings on my clit. A wooden mallet in my ass. This would be orgasmic heaven.

"You will not come, do you understand Me? Not until I say so."

Make that orgasmic hell. "Yes, Master."

He leaned close and kissed my forehead. "Count."

The mallet struck my clit with dead aim. My ass clenched against the red leather ball. "One for her."

The second strike came only seconds later. "One for me."

She slapped against my clit perfectly every time. She didn't miss a beat. By number six tears were streaming down my face. I was in a place so acutely between pleasure and pain. As the remaining spanks were counted out, each one through clenched teeth, my body tensed. I tried to zone it out, channel the pain, but His eyes kept me centered on it. 

"Five for her," I choked out. 

Once more the mallet connected with my blood-engorged clit. "Five for me."

"Good girl. Want to come now?"

"No, Master," I managed to whispered, relief flowing through my body that it was over.

"Oh pet, I think you do," He said softly, touching the tip of my nose with His finger.

I felt her tongue. It was soft and warm against my burning flesh. My body was wracked with tremors and my Master wrapped His hands around my shoulders, coaxing me to relax. She slid her tongue inside me, gently licking me, tenderly arousing me. She lightly touched my clit and I flinched. 

"Sshhh. Let her soothe you, sweet one."

Her mouth opened over my sex and she kissed me deeply. The heat of her mouth soothed my tender aching clit and her tongue gently fucked in and out of me. I closed my eyes and sighed in a moment of bliss. I let go of the pain and sought comfort in the pleasure.

"Come, pet of Mine. Come now."

I shattered into a million pieces. I cried out, saying nothing coherent, just a scream of release that shook the walls and caused the tops of the drums I rested upon to vibrate. It was a hard orgasm, brought from deep within. In the midst, through the haze, I felt her fingers, gentle and soft, grasp the red ball against my ass and pull the mallet out. My body jerked and splintered apart inside, my hips bucking sharply. 

I began to slide off the tympani. My legs gave way and my body collapsed. My Master's arms were waiting for me. 

"Good girl, little one," He whispered, softly kissing my hair. 

I snuggled into His arms and drifted to sleep, being carried up the stairs.



The Visit



I met you at the airport with a smile. I could see you were a little nervous, or was it embarrassment? Although I asked you to dress modest, I also asked you not to wear any panties and just the thinnest of bras. Yes, you look a little flushed and your nipples thrust against the fabric. How perfect, my little pet is. Even more perfect as I sweep you into my arms and give you a big, strong hug. 

I softly kiss your cheek then tenderly bite your ear. I feel you tremble and press harder against me as I whisper in your ear. “It’s wonderful that you could be here with me, my little girl.” I feel you hug me tighter and I hear a soft sigh escape your lips.

The drive to the hotel is fifteen minutes. We talk as though we haven’t been apart for more than a few days … all the time my hands rests softly on your thigh … softly caresses upwards. No, I will not touch your nakedness yet. That can wait.

We park in the front and enter … you marvel at the lobby. Yes, it is famous and has been on TV a few times. The combination of architect and the old south flair make you feel warm. I knew you would like it here. 

After taking care of some business, we drive the car to the back lot, but I take my time to show you the rose gardens and trees heavy with summer flowers. I see you smile and watch you settle deeper into your seat. Yes, I see my lovely pet is beginning to relax and take in the scenery.

“Here we are”, I say as I pull up to a spot close to the front door. “Here’s our place to live for a week, my little one.”

I see your approval.

I extend my hand and softly say, “Let’s take a walk so I can show you around before we go upstairs.” You gently place your tiny hand in mine, smile, and whisper “Yes Sir”

Walking around the grounds I show you the outside pool. It looks like a tropical lagoon surrounded by cliffs of the hotel … cliffs potted with balconies for people to look down upon the swimmers below. In the middle of this lagoon is a small island that holds the whirlpool. This is covered so there is protection from the weather … and minor privacy from any eyes above.

I smile thinking about sitting in this hidden pool with you. Yes, later this week will do nicely.

All the time we talk and we hold hands. It feels so good to have you with me and even better knowing that for these moments your worries dissolve in the warm, summer night. That I can make you feel better. It’s good that we share pleasures when we give pleasure.

How long do we walk? I think it’s just ten or twenty minutes …time stopped as we talk and stroll together but the sun will be setting soon so we decide to gather your luggage and head to our room.

The elevator is one of those glass types that carry you up outside the building. We go up and away from the tropical garden. We go up to the top floor – floor number five. The view from here is wonderful. 

You know me, I can’t resist, so as we fly upwards I reach forward to pull you in my arms. I kiss you with controlled lust … or is it just pure passion? Either way, your kiss is just as deep and intense. As the elevator stops I release you and you gasp for air. I sense your heart pounding stronger.

I open the door and carry your single bag in. You follow and together we admire what lays behind this door of our lofty suite. 

There, in the center of a very large room, a king size bed commands the remaining features. Glass tables and a wooden desk keep it company. From the door we also see into the bathroom and where one would expect a mirror to be, an archway opens, allowing one to gaze upon someone at the vanity. And beyond our bed is the opening outside our tower …

As we go across the room I can’t help but to notice I can see a couple in the balcony across from ours. Yes, if one is not careful, people could see into our room. Not as much privacy as I would expect, but still ... I smile.

We take a few minutes to hang up your clothes and tuck away the rest in the drawers. I take the time to place the toys I asked you to bring in the nightstand beside the bed. I always smile and my pulse jumped as I envision the nights to come with these.


At last we are finish with just a few minutes of daylight remaining.

“My Darling, will you join me outside?”

Your smile is big and you glide to me. “Yes Sir” is all you say and all you need to say.

I set down the two chairs and we are lucky enough to watch the last of the sun slip away. The colors are bright and the summer air is still warm. 

Your hand is in mine and we just sit there for minutes. Sometimes we say something, but not much … it really doesn’t matter, expect that you’re with me. Oh, we do talk about how things are going at my work and how your web site is developing. I talk about other things too and whatever we say we actually listen and hang on to every word the other says. Yes, we care about each other and enjoy hearing stories about what happens while we’re apart.

Finally darkness embraces the courtyard and only a glow of the lights below illuminates this outer shelf of paradise. I have a vivid image of you locked in my brain – one where your skin is bathed with a light like this. It makes you even more beautiful.

Time slips by and somehow I am standing there hugging you tenderly. We both need this so much. You feel so good in my arms. Me, your strong Master, and you, my delicate Little Girl.

My hands move along the curve of your back … softly touching what I know so well. I know every curve and I still marvel at the softness of your skin. Your head rests on my chest as we remain embracing and my hands moving slowly over your sweet body.

I look around and do not see anyone outside. I know that even if I did I would do what I did next. While you still lean against me, I begin to undress you. 

“Please Sir, not here, not like this.” you plead in a tiny voice. You begin to blush for me – blush that lovely pussy pink. All I say is “Hush, my little one, it is what I want.” 

The warm air is perfect as piece by piece, your clothes drop to the floor around our feet. As I slip off your bra you take the time to unbutton my shirt and press your body against me. You feel so warm and soft.

At last you are naked. Yes, my pet, naked in my arms as I hold you. My naked maiden holding dearly to the strong lord who adores her. 

I still do not see anyone on the balcony watching us, but what from their rooms? I know the rooms below can not look up at us, but is there someone out there spying on two people so embraced in passion. It doesn’t matter.

You moan as my hand cups a breast and I squeeze it hard. “Please Sir, may we go inside now?

I smile and whisper back “Soon, my little one. Soon”

Now my hand moves lower again … cupping your ass and squeezing. I hear another moan escape your lips and know that you are getting hotter and wetter for me. My hands move more and I squeeze stronger. I smile as a soft gasp escapes your lips … a gasp of pleasure knowing your powerful master adores you and excites you so much.

I kiss you deep … no, we kiss together deeply. Me, wrapping my arms around you while you lift up on your toes to reach me better. Our kiss is so perfect. I love you. 

“I want you to please me now, my Pet”, I whisper into your ear.

Now I feel you tremble.

I expect you to plead to go inside, instead you surprise me. You put your hand up and softly push against me. I thought it was because you no longer wished to be held, but that thought quickly disappeared when I saw the passion and raw lust in your eyes. A passion that is reflected in mine too.

Slowly you knee down, leaving me stand above you. The sight of your slow erotic movement evokes a pleasure in my loins because that is where your hand and your hot lips are headed.

There, above the world … high above the tropical pool below… you slowly take my cock into your tiny mouth.

I stand there; watching my pet hold her precious prize so close to your face. I always smile as I watch how you admire and adore my cock … your master’s cock. Tonight is no exception. Then slowly you begin to lick and suck upon the cock that is entrusted to you. 

I cannot help but to moan as you take me in deeper. My hands reach down, not to guide you, but to tenderly hold you. 

Oh yes, my pet, another night I would have you here handcuffed as I trust my cock deep into your mouth … fucked your mouth hard, but not tonight … not on such a warm, summer night.

Your eyes remain glues to mine as your let the length of my thickening cock slip in and out. No, tonight you cannot take it all, but there is no need to. You baby-like sucking pulls my cum closer to you. Every minute brings me closer to giving you what I save for my sweet pet, my little girl.

The time has approached and I must make a choice … either let you drink my cum or take you and fill your tight pussy with my cock … and my hot cum.

I pull you up. Your breathing is hard and labored … your face flushed and your lips looking even more full and wanton. I see the moment of worry in your eyes as you search mine for the reason I pull you to me. I see your fear that it is my disapproval or lack of pleasure. There is no disapproval and clearly no absence of pleasure, only desire. We smile together.

“Come, my Pet”, as I take your hand and lead you to the bed. I lay you down and tower above you. As I slowly kiss my way down from your lips … your neck ... your hard nipples ... down to your open thighs …. I remember we didn’t shut the balcony curtains. 

If someone wants to, they can see us on our bed … just as they could have seen you naked and pleasuring my cock. I smile as I lift your legs high and open so my tongue can glide across your little ass hole … now across your hard clit … as I enter just inside your open lips … and I taste you. 

Soon I will be inside you … filling you with my powerful cock … slowly pumping my cock deep in and out of your tight but so wet pussy. If anyone is watching then they too will know how we feel. They will know that I am truly your master and you are my total pet.

Your moans grow louder as my finger pushes slowly into your opening ass...



The Visit



I stand there in the crowd but alone in My thoughts. I am here to pick up My gem on O/our first meeting. I stand there waiting, anticipation building. After a year together online, W/we are finally able to meet in person. As good as it is there, will it transfer over? The doubt that A/all carry with them.

Finally I see her coming toward Me. A smile crosses My face; yes she listens well. Before she had left I requested that she purchase a special outfit for O/our meeting. Looking down the ramp I see her dressed in the blue corset style top and matching mid thigh skirt. she is showing off for Me. I notice some in the crowd turn and stare at her. It is then she notices Me standing there. I watch a smile spread across her face. she stops and stands there; not crossing the final space between U/us. Once O/our eyes are locked I nod and she comes quickly to Me.

I wrap her in My arms and press My lips to hers. Everything disappears as W/we lose O/ourselves in the kiss. All those months of talking, sharing, becoming O/one molds into that one kiss. Lips grazing and probing; sharing O/our personal passion with each O/other. Finally I pull back,

"Welcome My little one."

"Hello my Grv" she replies with a large smile.

I take her by her hand and lead her off to get her bags. 

Finally We are alone again in My truck. Looking over her once more I can not help but show My approval. 

"i take it you like the outfit i wore for You" she asks.

"Oh yes, I much approve."

I pull out and head to the house, she has an impish grin on her face, I can tell she is hiding something. As I stop at a light My hand goes to her thigh pulling her legs gently apart. I can see that there is one piece she did not put on. 

her cheeks flush as she gasps "how did You guess?"

I just smile and slide a hand up. I can tell she is very excited, just as I am. My fingers slowly move over her soft mound. Again she gasps and leans back. My fingers find her slit and spread it open. As I slowly move My finger up and down, the light changes and I move My hand back to drive. she sits there not sure what to do as I drive. Smiling, I start to make small talk about her flight and all. 

Then again another light. As soon as We stop My hand is right back where it was, but sliding in and finding her clit. It is already swelling.

"My little one, you are a bit excited."

"Yes My Grv, I have waited for you a long time."

My finger begins to move around the base of her clit, not touching it. I see her relax and lean back once more. Faster and harder I circle, until the light changes again and I pull My hand to drive. I hear her sigh in disappointment. 

"How many more lights my Love?" she inquires. 

"Why, looking forward to something?" I watch her cheeks go crimson again. she looks out and watches the road, I see a smile cross her face as the light ahead quickly changes from green to yellow, but instead of slowing up , I drive right through it. I can see the disappointment in her eyes and she closes her legs a bit. As We continue the small talk, We get stopped at a train crossing.

We sit there as the train crawls by slowly. Talking and passing the time. I can see she wants to get to the house, but she will not have to wait for that. I reach down and quickly pull up her skirt, at the same time I lean over and place My head in her lap letting My tongue reach out and flick at her clit. All I hear is her oh and a sharp intake of breath. My tongue moves faster over her clit and she lifts her thighs up. Stopping just for a second I look up;

"you will watch and let Me know as soon as the train is gone, if you do not then you will not get what your truly desire when W/we get home."

"Yes My Grv" and I see her eyes look forward but I can see the hope on her face.

My tongue finds her clit, this time wrapping around it as I slid two fingers into her. She is so wet that they slide in easily. Pushing deep and sucking hard it does not take long for her hips to begin to buck. I match My pace with that of the train going by. Sucking her clit hard and holding it in My teeth I flick. her hands come down hand wrap in My hair. she is so close. 

"my Grv, please hurry Sir, the end of the train is coming."

I hear her draw in deep as her body shudders. My fingers in deep moving in circles. Sucking in her sweet taste, I feel her cum. 

I lean up slowly, the cars next to U/us have no idea. Finally the train moves on, I put the truck in gear and continue on. Yes; what W/we have online has carried over. she and I both know it. I can see in her eyes the anticipation of what is to come. 

"My gem, if I have not said it, I am glad you are here."

"Yes my Grv, I could tell. Thank You for the memorable welcome."

This is just the beginning of a wonderful visit.



The Visit



Knock Knock

Twelve noon, he was right on time. Filled with nervous anticipation, she opened the door. A smile spread across her lips as he stood in the doorway. Opening the door wide, she stepped aside so that he could enter. “Please come in Sir,” she whispered softly, her voice suddenly failing her.

That grin she knew so well riding on his lips, he stepped into the living room as she closed the door behind him. He walked over to the couch and sat down, giving her the look she knew so well, even after 4 years. With only a moment’s hesitation she moved across the room and stood before him. She had agonized for what must have seemed like hours over what to wear for his visit, and had finally decided on the short denim skirt and black tank top, as the weather was unusually warm for the end of March. Now she watched his face as he looked her over. Still he did not speak.

“Would you like anything to drink?” she asked, as much to fill the silence as to see to his thirst, should he have one. As she awaited his answer, she remembered his very first visit to her, when she’d brought him a drink and knelt before him, head slightly lowered, lifting the glass up to him. She wondered if he was remembering that moment as well.

“Yes little one,” he replied, and she shivered just the slightest at the name. “A glass of ice water will be fine for now.”

Smiling, she nodded softly, whispered “coming right up” and turned to walk into the kitchen, her hips swaying naturally within the snug fitting skirt. As she returned with his glass of water, an overwhelming urge took hold of her and the next thing she knew she was kneeling at his feet once more, knees spread as wide as the skirt would allow, lifting the glass to her lips to place a soft kiss of affection to the rim and then offering the water to him, her pulse skipping beats all the while. She couldn’t speak past the lump in her throat.

He gazed upon her for a few moments, remember the first time she’d been in such a position before him, and he smiled. Taking the glass and drinking from it before placing it aside, he then leaned forward and brushed his fingertips against her cheek. This time he felt as well as saw the shiver that danced through her. She had always been so responsive to his slightest touch, and it seems that as well had not changed.

“How long are we alone little one?” he asked her in that quiet tone of voice that always made her insides quiver.

“My roommates won’t be home until the evening Sir, around 5pm or so.”

“Good slut, those five hours will be well used.” He grinned, that soft laughter escaping. “Now tell me, have you followed my instructions?”

Her unbound curls bounced on her shoulders as she nodded her head. “Yes sir, I’ve not given myself an orgasm once this past week.”

“Mmmmmm good. I bet you’ve really been looking forward to my visit, haven’t you? Thinking of my cock in your mouth, throbbing as you suckle on me.”

Groaning, a shudder raced through her, her tongue peeking absently and dragging over her lips. “Oh, yes… yes I’ve barely been able to think of anything else sir.”

“Well then, little slut, let’s not waste anymore time.” And as his eyes lowered to his groin, she knew what was expected of her.

Not hesitating a second, she moved forward to rest between his spread legs, her slightly shaking fingers lifting and undoing the fastening of his pants and then dragging the zipper down. As she curled her fingers into the denim, he lifted his hips to aid her in pulling them down. A moan of desire escaped her lips as his hard cock sprang free. Her eyes lifted to his, hunger burning in their depths. At his nod, her hand curled around his hard flesh and her mouth lowered, taking the head of his cock between her lips. Moving her hand gently up and down on his hard length, her tongue swirled over the flesh within her mouth, suckling on it until she heard a soft gasp of pleasure coming from him. As she let her hand fall away, she began to slowly lower her mouth onto his hard shaft. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft as she began to slowly take him all the way in and out of her hot, wet mouth.

“Yes slut, suck me well enough, and you know what your reward might be.” He groaned as he felt his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. He remembered the previous visits, as he’d taught her how he liked to be pleasured this way. Remembering what an eager student she was.

She moaned at his words, the vibrations teasing his hard cock as she began to increase the speed with which her mouth worked him. His hand fell to rest at the back of her head, fingers curling into her wild curls. He didn’t guide her though, for this she must do all on her own to earn her reward. She tilted her head slightly to the side, changing the friction a bit as she suckled his cock in her mouth. As she raised back up.. she let him slide almost completely from her mouth… suckling on the tip of his cock.. then quickly took him completely in once again. She repeated this four more times, and then went back to the slow, deep strokes once more.

To increase her torment, he slid his shoe off and pressed his bare heel between her spread thighs, tight against her wet cunt. Her loud groan shuddered through him. As he began to firmly grind his heel into her clit, she began to suck him harder and faster, impaling her mouth with his cock repeatedly. “Don’t you dare cum slut, do you hear me,” he growled at her.

“Mmmmhmrmmmff” came her muffled reply as she hungrily fucked her mouth with his cock. She couldn’t seem to get enough, her nose bumping his groin again and again as she swallowed his throbbing cock greedily. She had to fight to keep from moving her hips against his foot, her cunt aching so badly to be able to release after a week of denial.

And then she felt him begin to stiffen, his cock growing even larger within her mouth. She almost growled… eyes drifting closed as her head began to bob in earnest on his cock. Suckling hungrily as she took him as deeply as she could again and again and again… wanting to taste his cum as it flooded her mouth and ran down her throat. As she took him all the way once more, she suddenly felt his hand holding her head there.. his cock buried fully in her hot mouth as he found his release. His growls echoed through the room as his hot cum shot against the back of her throat, his body shaking with the force of his pleasure.

As his body stilled, without being told, she began to slowly lick his cock clean… being careful to not miss a drop. His heel still grinding against her wanton cunt... tormenting her clit, he regarded her through narrowed eyes, deciding on whether she’d earned her reward or not……

((to be continued))



The Visit



I had a few unexpected days off from college, and after fixing my car up, buying some new clothes I was at a loss at what to do with my time when I was driving past my old school and decided that with nothing else to do I'd go and say hello to my old teachers.

God knows why I was doing it, I hated school. It just seemed so phony and I spent the last year counting the days until I could leave. I spent some time talking to the few teachers I liked, and some I didn't. Letting them know I was doing more than fine without them.

I made my way down to the gym, where the only teacher I really wanted to see would be. Mrs Fletcher. I knew her as Miss Lambert, but in the summer after I left she'd got married. I didn't know who Mr Fletcher was, I did know he was a very lucky guy.

As I've said, I hated my last year at school, and Miss Lambert knew it, she taught PE and English, and she got me working hard, staying behind after school trying to fulfill my potential. She was the one who got me on the local college course. One time I told her "You don't care, you're just a teacher" and she said "I'm not a teacher, I'm a friend". That meant a lot to me. Still does.

She wasn't in the gym, I found her outside with a group of girls I knew playing tennis. They were just finishing and I said hi to the girls as they left for the changing room. Mrs Fletcher smiled when she saw me, and I smiled at her, she was 28, 5 foot 6 with blue eyes and medium length brown hair and wearing a white t-shirt that showed just a hint of the black sports bra underneath and a very sexy gym skirt.

"Hello Neil, how are you?" She asked as we walked to her office.

"I'm great, just got a few days off from college. how about you?" I said.

We got to her office and shut the door behind us, I stared at her ass as she lent over and got a bottle of water from a cool box. 

"Do you want one?" she asked as she took a sip from hers.

"Yeah, Okay" I said, and watched her bend over again.

She handed me a Vittel.

"So then, how is married life?"

She gave me look that suggested married life wasn't that great.

"Oh, what's up Miss?" I asked.

She laughed "Oh it's nothing, just not as good as I thought it would be, and you can call me Sarah"

"Okay, Sarah" I said and smiled at her.

She was leaning against her desk.

"It's really good to see you, Neil"

"Thanks Miss, I mean Sarah"

He shoulders slumped, and she looked into my eyes "Don't ever get married Neil, it's awful, I liked the freedom of being single, I don't know why I ever did it".

I moved forward and hugged her, I don't know why I did it, it just felt like the right thing to do, I was stroking her hair and telling her everything would be alright. We started kissing. I don't know why. It just happened. It felt good, so we didn't stop. She then pushed my head down her body. I knew what she wanted. I wanted it too.

I lifted her skirt up and slid her black thong off. Her pussy looked beautiful, totally shaved except for a little triangle of hair above it. She ran her fingers through my hair as I licked her pussy, she tasted great, she lifted her leg and put it on my shoulder. She was very wet now and I started sucking on her swollen, throbbing clit. "Oh yeah, that feels great" she said.

I stopped, looked up at her and said "I wanna fuck you"

"Come on then, let's do it in the staff showers"

She led my through a side door into the staff changing room, nobody else was there, and we would be undisturbed there.

We stripped each other off; kissing each other's bodies running out hands over each other's skin. The showers were quite large, she turned them on and said "Do me doggy style Neil".

She got down on all fours, the water soaking her body and making her even sexier My cock was so hard now as I knelt behind her, I reached round and started rubbing her clit, she started rocking against my hand, and I decided it was time to give it to her. I slide my rock hard cock into her and she gasped.

"Fuck yeah, feels so good Neil, give it me hard"

I gave it her hard, sliding my dick in and out of her as she begged for more.

Suddenly I stopped and said "I wanna see your face when I make you cum"

I pulled my cock, slick with her juices out of her pussy and went and got some towels, I put them on the floor of the shower, not caring that they got wet, I lay her down on them and looked into her eyes, she was rubbing her clit, my heart was racing, I couldn't believe I was doing this, I'd jerked off a few times thinking about doing it, but this was better than any schoolboy fantasy. 

She rocked her hips as I slid my cock in and started pounding her pussy, I leaned down and kissed her "feel good?" I asked her. "Fuck yeah," was her reply "your cock fills me nicely". Everything she said made my cock harder, made me fuck her faster.

I could tell her orgasm was coming soon. Mine was too. "Do you want me to pull out when I cum" I asked.

"Don't you fucking dare" she replied, and held me harder with her legs.

"FUCK ME NEIL" she cried. It was a good job nobody was around or they would have heard us and come to investigate.

"Oh shit I'm coming baby"

"Yeah, me too, here it comes"

Every inch of my cock was inside her pussy when we came together. It was so hot. We just stayed there for while, under the showers, my cock still inside her.

"I haven't cum like that in ages, thanks" she said, I lifted her up and carried her over to the benches. She sat on my lap as we dried each other off and kissed each other, long lingering kisses as my hands moved over her soft skin.

"You remember last year when it was just you and me in the English class after school; I was helping you with your Shakespeare, and wearing that white top and black shorts?" She asked me as we kissed.

"Yeah, I do" I said, wondering where this was going.

"I saw you keep looking at me, like you wanted me, that was such a turn on, I couldn't wait to get home, take off all my clothes and lie my bed with my legs spread and fuck my pussy with my vibrator fantasising about you".

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. She kissed me passionately and put her hand between my leg to feel my cock, which got hard the second she touched it.

She got on her knees and started licking my inner thighs, then kissing the tip of my cock, stroking it then taking it all in her mouth as it swelled as hard as it had been before I came, when I was hard again she got up and took my cock in her hand as she guided it into her pussy slowly. 

We'd just fucked, now it was time to make love, slowly we grinded out hips together, building a rhythm up as we kissed and I ran my hands down her spine, sending all the energy in her body down to her pussy. This was slow and soft, a contrast to earlier that had been pure and simple hard fucking. This was nicer.

"Oh you know how to make a woman feel good Neil"

"Well I like making a woman like you feel good"

It was so hot, we were making love for about an hour before we both came. Her breathing got short and sharp and we kissed as our orgasms both came at the same time.

Once we'd got out clothes back on, Sarah handed me a piece of paper.

"My phone number," She explained "don't be a afraid to use it"

I knew I wouldn't be. 



The Visit



I was glad to be returning home again. Every since the first time I put on a pair of my mom's panties I could not stop wearing panties. During a visit after boot camp, I snuck into my parents room to get several pairs of my mother's panties from her dresser and her hamper to take back with me to my duty station. On another visit I had taken two pair of my mom's panties to bed with me. I used one pair to sleep in and the other pair I would use in the morning to catch the sperm as I masturbated thinking about how hot mom's ass looked covered in the nylon panty briefs. I fell asleep with my erection covered in mom's panties and was soon having wet dreams of her coming to my bed taking her panties off, climbing in bed with me for a night of hot incestuous sex. When I woke up the first thing I did was grab the other pair of mom's panties, pull my hard dick from the pair I had on, wrap them around my dick as if it were my mom's hot pussy as I stroked my dick to a morning cum. Just as I was about to cum the door started to slowly open giving me only seconds to pull the covers up to my chest. 

I managed to compose myself as my youngest sister walked in the room wearing nothing but a sexy thong panty. She came to sit on my bed asking me if I would join her for a drive downtown. I agreed and she left to allow me to get dressed. I did take a few minutes to lay there and enjoy thoughts of seeing my sister in her panties, but then hastily jumped from the bed stuffing mom's wet panties under the sheets before I through them back over the bed. I showered, got dressed then joined my sister for the drive. By the time I returned, to my shock the bed was made. I closed the door and frantically searched for mom's panties that I had left, wet, under the covers. The panties were nowhere to be found.

Another exciting part about visits to my parents was the fact that mom on most mornings would come into my room to wake me for breakfast wearing only full cut brief nylon panties. She would stand at the door and softly call my name until we made eye contact. Then topless, in just the panties she would walk across the room, lean over me, then kiss me full on the lips as her tits would press gently against the blankets covering my chest. Then she would rise up from the kiss with her beautiful 36C cup tits hanging in clear view as she would ask me what I would like for breakfast. 

I had been on a six month deployment with the Navy and had not visited my parents for nearly a year. I arrived in the early afternoon while both my parents were at work. Since the place was empty I went straight to my parents room to find a pair of my mom's panties. I found two pair and went to change into one of them. I slipped on one pair of the full briefs. As I pulled the panties up, the feel of the panties and the thoughts of seeing my mom's sexy ass covered by the soft nylon caused my dick to get harder and harder. Once the panties were on I began to stroke my dick to thoughts of hot sex with mom. When I was ready to cum I pulled my dick out of the panties I was wearing and wrapped the second pair around the shaft and head of my dick as I continued to stroke my hard dick. I stroked faster as I imagined the panties being my mother's pussy. 

Jet lag and the massive orgasm made me very tired so I decided to take a nap, sure to wake up before my parent's arrived. 

While I was sleeping my father had come home and found me asleep, wearing a pair of my mom's panties, and holding my limp dick with the another pair of mom's panties wet wrapped around my dick. Dad removed the panties from my dick put them by my pillow, then tucked my dick in the panties I was wearing before he pulled the covers over me allowing me to sleep. 

When mom arrived home dad allowed her to complete her ritual of stripping from her work clothes to her panties before he told her of his findings. Mom insisted that he show her what he had found. Dad agreed and with mom just in her panties they both came into my room. Dad first showed her the still wet panties that he had put on the pillow beside me then pulled the covers back enough to show her the panties that I was wearing.

For the rest of the evening neither of them talked much about the findings but the conversation did come up when they got in bed for the night. Mom told dad that what she had seen had her pretty hot and wet. To prove her point, mom straddle dad, then pulled her panties aside, grabbed dads dick, pointed it at her wet pussy then lowered her body until she had him completely buried in her wet pussy. She leaned forward laying flat on top of dad and laid her head near his as she began to ride up and down on his dick. Once she had established a good rhythm she told dad how she has known for years that I was wearing her panties and how this knowledge has been fueling her sex life ever since she made the discovery. While riding up and down on dad's dick she continued by saying that she often fantasized about putting her panties on me then kissing and sucking my dick until I soaked her panties with my cum which she would suck through the panties until she had taken all my cum down her throat. 

Mom's breathing became heavier as her body was soon wracked with her orgasm. 

Mom fell asleep with dad's dick buried in her pussy.

The next morning she was awakened by the steady rhythms of dad stroking his dick up into her pussy and kissing her on her neck and shoulders. When dad realized she was awake he stopped kissing her long enough to whisper that part of her fantasy was already in place as I lay sleeping in the other room. Mom rose up to look dad in the eye and found him smiling. She had a question on her face that dad answered by stroking his dick inside her a few times then telling her to go, her fantasy awaits her. 

Mom raised her panty-covered body from dad's dick, got to her feet then pulled her panties to cover her hot, wet, incestuous-wanton, pussy before she walked to the room where I was sleeping. 

She knocked on the door and opened with no intention of allowing me to respond even if I was awake. I was not awake, I was still asleep when mom walked into my room. She pulled the covers off me down to my knees then climbed onto my bed. She straddled my body then began stroking my dick through her panties. Even though I was still asleep my mom-panty covered dick did not disappoint mom and was soon hard. She got between my legs and went straight for my panty-covered balls. Mom took first one of my balls in her mouth, and then the other, and then both my balls were in her mouth at the same time. As she sucked on my balls she used both hands to rub and stroke my panty-covered erection. Mom stroked my panty-covered dick and sucked my balls until the panties she had on and the ones she was sucking me through were soaking wet with her juices. When her pussy juicy had completely soaked her panties she stopped soaking and stroking then raised her body on one knee until her soaking, dripping wet panty-covered pussy was dripping over my panty-covered dick. 

First mom pulled her panties aside, dipped her two fingers as far as she could get them in her pussy, pulled them out then sucked all her juices off her fingers. Then she pulled her panties off my dick, which popped up, like a jack-in-the box. Mom tucked her panties under my balls then grabbed the shaft of my dick. She stroked it a few times then positioned her pussy over the head of my dick before she started lowering her body. 

Mom lowered her body until the head of my dick was just inside her hot pussy. When her hot, tight pussy lips had a good grip on my dick head she leaned forward over my body, put her hands on the other panties that dad had left on my pillow, then softly called my name. When I did not immediately wake up, mom maintained her body in position with my her pussy lips holding my dick head as took the other panties and rub them across my face. She kept a hold of my dick with her pussy lips as she rubbed the panties all over my face and repeatedly, softly called my name. 

When I still did not respond mom took the panties and spread them across my face. She found the leg openings and adjusted the panties so my face was covered except my mouth. Then with her pussy lips still holding my dick she leaned forward until her hard, 1.5 inch nipples, and partial weight of her heavy, full, 36C breast were pressing on my bare chest. Mom lowered her body until the head of my dick was completely inside her hot pussy. She then lowered her head and began to kiss, lick, and suck my lips through the leg openings of her panties. She used her tongue to opening my lips and lick around my teeth and gums until she felt me respond. Once I opened my mouth and allowing her tongue inside our tongues began to tangle.

Mom was now convinced that I was awake. As our tongues danced inside my mouth she lowered her upper body until her full breast pressed firmly against my chest. Then in one motion she put her other leg down and slowly lowered her body pushing her pussy slowly down the length of my 7.5 inch dick until I could feel her bare pussy lips pressing against my groin. She pressed her body firmly against mine forcing my body to squirm with pleasure. Her pussy squeezed tightly around my dick as I began to push and pull my dick out of her body. 

Mom's panties were covering my eyes so I had no idea who was providing me with so much pleasure. At that point I did not care either. I just know I did not want the pleasure to stop. The pleasure increased when I reached my hands up to put them on the ass that belonged to the pussy that was providing me so much pleasure and discovered mom's ass was completely covered in nylon panties. My dick got harder and my pumping into mom's pussy grew faster when my hands touched the smoothness of my mom's panty covered ass. I put both hands on her panty-covered ass as I pumped my hard dick into her pussy faster and faster. We continued to kiss and suck each other's tongues as we fucked each other slow, but with an ever increasing pace. Mom's panty covered ass was bouncing up and down in the air as my hips came up to meet her down strokes. 

What started out a slow sensuous, hot passion filled moment soon grew into mom slamming her pussy down hard to me my hard upstrokes. Mom's pace increased as my hands rubbed and squeezed her juicy panty-covered ass. I rubbed and squeezed every inch of mom's smooth panty-covered ass. At one point I began spanking her ass with one hand. When mom's pace increased I read that as a sign she enjoyed the spanking. I spanked her ass harder as she moaned into my mouth and squeezed her pussy tighter around my dick. Suddenly I could feel hot juices running down my balls. I now starting spanking mom's panty covered ass with both hands and the flow of juice got heavier, soaking my balls. 

Soon we were fucking each other fast and hard, both our bodies bouncing off the bed so hard we made the bed bounce. We continued at this pace for what seemed like hours. 

Suddenly mom slammed down hard pushing my body down deep into the mattress where she held me as her orgasm took over her body. Mom broke our kiss long enough to whisper for me to lay still. That is when I realized it was my mother's pussy that was giving me so much pleasure, my mother's panty-covered ass that I filled my hands, that I was squeezing, rubbing, mom's ass that both my hands spanked until her juices ran down soaking my balls and her panties that she had pushed under my balls. 

Mom's body began to shake as she laid on top me, my dick buried as deep as possible in her pussy, my hands holding the cheeks of her ass, her tits pressed firmly against my body. She shook slowly at first then faster and harder pushing her tongue deeper into my mouth, and her body harder down onto mine to keep my dick buried in her pussy. 

As her orgasm began to come to an end, mom broke the kiss with peck on my lips then pulled the panties from my eyes keeping them on my face. She sat up and pushed her pussy down harder on my groin forcing my dick even deeper in her hot pussy. In this position more of her juice ran down my balls as mom smiled down at me and began to talk. 

Mom told me how she had known for years before I joined the Navy that I was borrowing her panties. She said she also knew that when I came home that I continued to borrow her panties and even took some with me when I left. As mom's juices leaked from her pussy she continued to tell me how sexy it made her feel to know that I borrowing her panties. Mom admitted that she never knew what I was doing with her panties until she found the pair that I had left under her the covers when I rushed out with my sister. She said she found them while making the bed and she got so excited that she had to take off the panties she was wearing and put on the wet ones that I had left there. When ever I masturbated into her panties I made sure to soak the crotch or both the crotch and ass with my incestuous cum as I pretended to fuck both parts of her body. The panties that she found had both the crotch and ass wet. She said she put the panties on then laid on my bed and rubbed my juices into her pussy and ass using her fingers as if they were my dick. 

Mom smiled as she grinded her pussy down on my dick then asked if I was ok with the morning's events. Instead of using words I answered her by putting one hand on her tits, the other squeezed one of her tits, as I slowly pushed up from my waist, pushing my dick further up into her pussy. Mother's pussy tightened around my dick and she smiled brighter. 

Mom went on to tell me how I ended up with my dick in her pussy starting with dad coming home finding me asleep, then him pushing her out of bed to come to me so she could fulfill her long time fantasy. 

I rose up from the bed to hug mom. As I did I saw dad step to the door way smiling. He came into the room, stood next to my mom then reached down to kiss her. He then turned and hugged me. When we broke mom asked if there was any film in the camera. Dad said yes and turned to get the camera. Mom yelled behind him to bring the video camera. 

As dad went after the cameras mom pulled her legs from under body and sat back on her hands with my dick buried in her pussy. She told me that she hoped I don't mind if dad took pictures and video of the rest of my visit. She said she wanted me to wear just her panties for the rest of my visit and to allow her to have my body when ever the urge hit her. I agreed. She then asked me if I had ever had anal sex. I said that I had and often fantasized about putting my dick in her ass. Mom smiled then told me that soon my dream would become a reality.

My dad came back with the cameras. Once the video camera was set up, mom asked dad there was any more KY-jelly left. Dad just smiled as he left the room knowing what mom had in mind. While dad was gone this time I just sat back and enjoyed looking at mom's sexy body. Her boobs slowly moved up and down in pace with her relaxed breathing. Both nipples were hard and standing straight out. My eyes moved down to her 24 inch waist line, her smooth, muscle-toned taunt stomach, then down to her completely shaved pussy with her swollen lips tightly wrapped around my hard dick. This was a position I had dreamed of being in for years every time I put on my mother's panties or sat and watched her strip to her panties before putting on one of her short night shirts that left her smooth panty-covered ass exposed for my pleasure for years. 

Dad came back with the lubrication. Mom hugged her body next to mine, pressing her tits into my chest as she slowly lowered our bodies until she I was again flat on my back. She then turned to dad and asked for his assistance. Dad got behind mom then pulled her panties down as far as he could get them exposing mom's ass. He then used one hand to raise mom's ass and the other to grab my dick as he pushed mom's ass up high enough for my dick to come out with a pop. My dick was soaked with mom's juices. Dad stroked up and down the length a few times before he put his hand to his mouth and licked all the juices off. Mom then put both her hands on either side of my body. With dad's help she then raised up with both her legs and hands on either side of my body putting her ass high up in the air. As we kissed, dad pulled her panties down and off her legs. Mom looked back between her legs and watched dad put mom's panties around my dick through the leg openings then he surprised us both as he leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth and kept going until the entire length of my hard dick was out of view from mom and me. When he came up he sucked hard on my dick to make a loud pop as he released me. 

Mom then lowered her body back down. She came down on my stomach then pushed back so my dick was pressed into the crack of her ass touching her pussy and tight asshole. Dad then grabbed my dick pulling it from between mom's cheeks. With one hand he stroked my dick and used the other hand to put lubrication on and inside mom's tight puckered rear hole. 

As dad did his handy work on my dick and mom's ass I told mom how for year's I had enjoyed looking at her tits and panty-covered ass as she talked to my sisters and me when she came home from work. I told her that I spent many of nights grinding on my mattress while wearing her panties as I dreamed of sucking her tits and fucking her pussy and ass. Mom kissed me and told me how sexy that made her feel and that she could not wait to feel my dick inside her tight backdoor. 

Dad pulled his finger from mom's asshole and patted one of her ass cheeks as a signal for her to raise up some. She told dad she would take it from there and asked him to get the camera. Mom got on her knees over my dick and stroked me as she waited for dad to get the camera ready. Once dad was ready, mom told dad to make sure he had a close up shot of my dick and her asshole. Mom then put the other pillow under my head so that I had a good view of her my dick, her wet pussy and well-lubricated asshole. 

Dad assured her he was ready with the camera, and then mom pointed my dick at her asshole then lowered her body pushing down on the head of my dick. I watched every second that it took for my dickhead, then my entire dick to disappear deep into my mother's bowels. Mom sat back allowing my dick to go deeper into her ass, then she put both hands behind her, her feet flat on the floor and began to raise her ass up and down on my dick.

I was so glad that mom had put that pillow under my head. In this position I was able to look into her open pussy. I could clearly see her juices flowing from her pussy down to her tight asshole that was so beautifully covering my dick. Mom would bring her ass all the way down until her ass cheeks were pressing against my balls then go all the way back up my length until just the head barely remained in her tight hole. The more mom did this the more the juice flowed from her tight pussy. I just knew I would lose it when mom lower her ass until half of my dick was buried in her ass then started wiggling around on my dick. 

As mom wiggled she would clinch her ass muscles make her hole tight and tighter. I could also see mom's pussy moving as she flexed her ass muscles. 

Mom then raised up far enough to release my dick. She then turned around, got on her knees, put her head to the side on the mattress then spread her cheeks inviting my dick back into her asshole. As I got up on my knees I could kept my eyes focused on mom's wet pussy and tight but slightly open asshole. 

Dad put the video camera on the tripod then grabbed the digital to snap some still pictures. He came close enough then wrapped one hand around my dick to stroke it as he snapped pictures and guided me to my mother's tight asshole. As dad but the head of my dick against mom's asshole he snapped a picture that showed him holding my dick against mom's ass. He pulled me forward so the head of my dick pushed in mom's ass then snapped some more pictures as mom pushed back and I pushed forward until my dick was completely back in her tight hole. 




The Visit



Mom, looking back with her hands spreading her cheeks told me to spank her. As I drew my hand back she moved her hands in time so that when my hand came down it whacked her bare, soft and smooth ass cheek. Mom started fucking my dick in and out of her ass telling me to spank her harder and harder. Dad was snapping pictures the whole time. Our fucking got faster and harder until we were fucking at a fevered pitch. We were pushing each other hard until my balls tightened and I told mom I was about to cum. We kept fucking as mom's own orgasm starting, begging me to fuck her harder and faster. She was started shouting that she wanted me to shoot my cum on her. 

When I told mom I could not hold it any longer she pulled my dick from her ass, turned around laying her head and tits under my dick. Dad grabbed my dick and stroked me until I started to shoot spurt after spurt of cum all over mom's tits and face. Dad kept stroking my dick until I stopped shooting then he leaned over and again took my dick into his mouth all the way to my balls. Mom scooted back some then raised her head and took my balls in her mouth as dad sucked the remaining cum from my dick. It seemed mom was pushing more cum from my dick and dad held my dick in his mouth until there was no more cum in my cock or balls. 

When dad released my balls I fell back on the bed and mom got up and laid her naked warm body on top of mine. She thanked dad for encouraging her to come to me and fulfill her fantasy. Then she kissed me and thanked me. 

The rest of the visit I wore mom's panties and fucked her as often as possible. Sometimes we would spend the day fucking and we would fall a sleep in my bed in the spoon position with my dick in her tight pussy or asshole. The day it was time for me to leave mom brought all of her panties in my room and helped me pack them into my luggage. Dad drove us to the airport while mom played with and sucked my dick for the entire 45-minute drive to O'Hare.



The Visit



We are walking along the crowded streets. Locals and tourists alike, mingling in front of shops and restaurants. I’ve been told that I’m pretty, but I discount other’s opinions. The way you view me is what counts. I know I’m special to you and that is all that matters. Today, being considered attractive has an added advantage. I’ve been receiving admiring looks from passers by and I sense that you are proud to be with me. To be the man others envy. It pleases to me to be your companion. It also makes me wish I’d worn a tighter sweater. That would really give them something to look at it, and teasing you is always fun.

On the train ride home, I sit close to you. The walking and rich food has made me somewhat sleepy and I lean my head on your shoulder. Your warmth is comforting and I can’t wait to get you undressed. 

I love the feel you of you. 

The way my body reacts to your touch. Soon, but not soon enough, we’re in the bedroom. You undress me with astonishing speed, but then take your time undressing. You enjoy looking at me. Almost as much as I like wearing provocative underwear for you. It makes me feel sexy. The way my breasts are pushed up and out, the matching lace of my thong exposing my ass. 

I so love pleasing you.

You remove my under garments and lay me on the bed. You ask me to pleasure myself, saying it would be an educational experience for you. I part my legs and you plant your face close to my heated pussy, your chin resting on your hand. It would be comical, but your proximity to my nakedness does something to me, and it’s overwhelming not amusing.  I take the fingers of my right hand and slowly stroke my clit in a circular motion. You watch, learning exactly how I liked to be touched there. I take the fingers of my left hand and stroke my outer lips, spreading the moisture I find at my opening. I can smell my arousal, so I know you can. Your eyes have the look of unmistakable desire. 

Damn, this is so hot. 

I continue rubbing my clit while I insert a finger into my wet pussy - just slightly. There is a sensitive spot right at my entrance, no more than a fingertip deep. I linger there and hear an appreciative “Mmmm” from you. I see you’ve learned something new. Good, this is one of my favorite spots, as I’m sure my moans are indicating. I’ve had enough of teasing myself. I want to cum for you. I insert a finger deeply and stroke myself slowly, in and out. I increase the speed of both hands gradually, riding the waves of pleasure. 

“Work that pussy for me.” Your wish is my command. I insert another finger into my sex, which is now singing with wetness. The palm of my other hand rests on the top of my pussy as my fingers spread flat on top of my clit, all of them joining in the fun. The fingers inside me are tilted upward, rubbing firmly against my pubic bone. My moans increase in volume and frequency. The fact that you’re watching me fuck myself is incredibly exciting. My head is back, pressing into the pillow, my eyes now closed.  

I cum hard, the telltale moans and whimpers alerting you to the fact that I’ve gone over the edge and am now falling into sexual bliss. My hands slow to a crawl as I try to regain my senses. 

I feel movement on the bed and open my eyes. You’re above me spreading my legs further apart with your knees. You’re insistent as you guide your hard dick to my never-sated pussy. The look in your eyes melts me to the core. I see the depth of your feelings for me as clearly as if you’d spoken words of love aloud. 

“Oh shit.” I hear myself say. You fill me completely, suddenly. Like I’d been empty without you. Your eyes meet mine and we stare deeply, expressing things words could never touch. 

“I’m home with you,” you tell me. “This is where I belong.” No doubt. Your dick was made for me. We fit perfectly together and I can’t imagine any one else inside me. Ever.  I’m so wet; my pussy is slurping with each thrust. 

“I need to taste you,” you say as you pull out of me. I let out an unconscious cry of loss only for it to turn into a satisfying moan as your mouth touches my throbbing pussy. My thighs are trembling immediately. You know the exact spot that makes my legs shake and you find it, over and over again. Just when I think I’ll lose my mind you raise your face and plant yourself deep inside me once again. My back arches with pleasure. You kiss me deeply and I can taste myself on your tongue. I moan into your mouth and you push into me as far as possible, grinding into me. Again you pull out. 

“Dammit,” I say. You feel so good inside me. 

With a mischievous look, you tell me to “Hush and turn over.” I know what’s coming next, so I quickly turn and get on my knees, my shoulders on the bed, ass in the air. I grip the sheets in expectation. But as always, you are incredibly gentle with me. You rub the tip of your dick along my pussy, teasing me. I wiggle my ass, because I know it is your undoing. You slide into me, effortlessly. Yet again, you have me wet enough to soak the sheets. The curve of your dick finds my 'spot' and I moan luxuriously. You put your hips on my soft ass and grind into me from side to side, engraving your name on the walls of my sex. 

My pussy now belongs to you.

I’m lost in the sensation of you inside me. Nothing has ever felt this divine. I am now covered in a sheen of perspiration. Your hand in the small of my back and the other on my hip, holding me in place. I push back into you and this drives you on. You start to fuck me with increasing passion. I reach down to find my swollen clit and rub myself.  I can tell you’ll come soon. You’re driving into me with such lovely force. I cum loudly, and you soon follow with an “Aw fuck” that I’ve come to adore. I fall forward, spent. 

You get a towel to attend to the sweaty, sticky mess that we’ve become.  I curl up on my side with a smile on my face and try to catch my breath. You stroke my hip as we lay there in silence. 

We’ve said so much with our lovemaking; words are not necessary. 

I can’t wait until our next ‘discussion’. 



The Visit



Andy was scared. She was having trouble breathing and concentrating, neither a good thing, as she hurtled down the road at 80 miles per hour. Her mind drifted back to the beginning, remembering vividly how all this had started.

THE BEGINNING.....

She was lonely. Much of her time was spent alone and the computer had become her friend. Tonight, she had found an esoteric chat room, inhabited by other nurses, people like herself, who enjoyed their work and their patients, who spent off-hours learning new things to improve the care of the people entrusted to them. There was a new guy online tonight. He was funny and smart, quite charming. Andy sat back and just enjoyed him, reading his comments and chuckling to herself. Her regular friends in the room were enjoying him also, many of the women vying for his attention. She was relaxed in her big, black chair, quietly spending her evening with people she had come to feel close to and trust. Suddenly, NURSEMAN turned his attention to her. He began asking about her work, her patients, her thoughts. Even though the others were chatting with him, she felt she was the only person in the room. Then, an IM box appeared and he began chatting with her privately.

This was new for Andy. As often as she chatted, she always did so in a room, never one-on-one. Suddenly, she felt shy and slow. But NURSEMAN was very nice, taking his time, asking her questions about nursing, not being intrusive or pushy. She found herself enjoying the dialogue and her answers became more involved, she felt freer. He introduced himself as Gene, from Florida. She told him that she was Andrea, but people called her Andy. She lived in Texas, nearly 800 miles away. Andy found herself relaxing even more. This would be safely distant, safely removed from her normal life.

She liked him instantly. He was clever and bright and had stories of patients and their antics that made her laugh. They began chatting nearly every evening. Gene had just recently been divorced. Andy's own marriage was floundering. Her husband was away more often, for longer periods, and she was home alone most evenings. Gene became her friend. He worked the midnight shift, so his evenings were usually free. During the day, at work, Andy would save tidbits to share with him. Soon, nearly everything became something she wanted to tell him. Still, she would fight the need to sign on the minute she walked in the door, would make herself change clothes, start a load of wash, begin making dinner. But the computer was there, beckoning her, luring her. Finally, she allowed herself to sit at the desk, curl up in her big chair and sign on. And Gene was usually waiting for her. It made her smile to see his happy HI! Then, she would truly relax, smiling contentedly as she began chatting with the man who had become so important to her.

At first, nursing talk consumed all their time. But, slowly, over time, they began to chat about their lives. The chat began with very inconsequential things, then moved to more intimate thoughts. She listened as he told her of his marriage and the hurt he felt when it ended. Andy told him of her husband, her disbelief that their relationship was falling apart. She had married him with such hopes and plans, she had expected to grow old with him, beside him. Gene seemed to understand. He let her pour out her heart to him and he listened. 

She found him so easy to talk with. He was smart and funny, kind and caring. When she became so sick with some virus, she told him she would be off-line for awhile, that she was too sick to chat. He asked if he could call her. Then he called every day, to cheer her, give her medical advice, and just generally make her feel better. Lying in bed, forgotten by her husband, the calls made Andy feel special again. Slowly, her self-esteem was boosted, slowly she felt important again.

When the virus ran its course and Andy was up and around, the daily calls continued. It wasn't as if her husband would notice. He was around less and less, always on the road with some work-related reason. Andy found herself moving into Gene's world, enjoying his calls, as he told her the little things that made his days and his life.

Then, so slowly, he seduced her. He made her feel special, intelligent, sexy. The talk turned to more and more intimate subjects as Gene led her inexorably into personal revelations and desires. She found herself aching for him, wanting to be with him. He never called her Andy, but said Andrea instead, insisting that the more formal name suited her. She loved hearing him say her name. He began whispering of things he wanted to do with her, to her. She could close her eyes and imagine it, feel his hands as they slid smoothly over her body. Her nipples began hardening at the sound of his voice, her pinkness began weeping for him as he spoke. He encouraged her, telling her to feel him, to let him touch, explore. Soon, her own fingers were busy, surrogate for his, touching and pleasing. She moved closer and closer to the edge, sure the next conversation would make her lose control. She fought it because it didn't seem right. Yet, she was totally under his spell, willing and wanting so much from him. The calls would frustrate her because of her battling feelings. Finally, she gave in, allowed herself to just feel and not think. Even so, the first time she came while talking to him, she was totally embarrassed.

She couldn't believe what had happened. Sex with her husband often left her aching and needy. She had learned long ago that if she wanted release and satisfaction, she needed to supply it herself. Now, she came while talking to Gene! How could she have done that? She could hear his voice, and slowly tuned into his words. "Ah, baby, my sweet baby, you have made me so happy. I loved hearing you come, knowing I helped you there. Andrea, you are such a good girl, my good girl!"

Andy listened to him, calming down, relaxing. Then, to her amazement, she began whispering to him too. Her words, things she had never before spoken, poured from her. She told him dreams she had had of him, thoughts she hadn't shared. She told him she was touching him, she was holding him. She was still too shy to say all the words, but her voice and tone told him so much. She could hear his breath coming faster, his speech becoming more erratic, then she heard him come. She felt a rush unequalled to anything in her life. She listened to the man who meant so much to her as he reached the summit, calling her name. She continued to purr soft words, voicing her affection.

This was a whole new adventure. Now the daily calls took on new meaning. They would still just talk, share their days, their thoughts. But eventually, the voices softened and the words changed and both of them would slip into a sexual haze that demanded completion. They made phone love, not phone sex. Their feelings were growing each day, warm and soft. It was important to them to share events of their lives. And it became even more important to share this, this total immersion of themselves with each other.

As the days passed, it seemed there were no secrets, nothing was sacred. Both could tell their private fantasies and desires, both were accepting. The lovemaking took on a whole new dimension. Sometimes, they were so hungry for each other that they barely said hello before words scrambled and feelings overwhelmed them. Sometimes, they just talked like two old friends. But underneath it all was the knowledge of what they could be together. 

Then, everything changed. Gene wanted to visit. He had to travel west for a conference, but could arrange to leave earlier, and spend a few days with her. Andy considered the wisdom of this. She knew her feelings for Gene had grown from mere friendship to more. When she heard his voice on the phone, her heart beat harder, faster. When he told her intimate things, she wanted to hold him and comfort him. Mostly, she dreamed of being with a man as loving and alive as he seemed to be. If he visited, what would happen?

Andy pondered her decision for days. She was lonely. She was alone. And she strongly desired Gene. He didn't rush her, didn't push for an answer. He just continued his daily calls, his sweet e-mails. More and more, Andy was aware of her growing feelings for him. Now the calls included soft words of desire and need, promises of things to come, tentative plans for meeting and being together. He was so sweet and he made her feel so special, a feeling she had all but forgotten. Suddenly, without any doubts, Andy told him yes. "Please come to visit me, Gene. I think it would be marvelous to have you here with me, even for a few days. I can show you around and spend time with you. There is nothing that could please me more. Yes, Sir, please come! 

The visit was so far away, then, suddenly, it was time. That morning, she was asizzle with excitement. She tried to keep things normal, follow her routine, but it was impossible. She did her early morning workout, her mind repeating "today is the day!" Everything was for him, her shower, her makeup, the clothes she would wear. Every move she made was one step closer to Gene, and she was very conscious of that. 

It happened that the visit coincided with her husband's business trip. He nonchalantly told her he would be gone most of the week, starting with Monday morning, the very day that Gene was arriving. It seemed too good to be true, having Gene near her for days and not having to worry about her husband. She convinced herself that it was a sign, that she was meant to be with him!

Andy was on the Interstate, driving to the airport... and Gene. She was scared. She was having trouble breathing and concentrating, neither a good thing, as she hurtled down the road at 80 miles per hour. Instead of warm, fuzzy Gene-thoughts, she was thinking of her husband and all the things he apparently found distasteful about her. What if Gene thought the same? What if he met her and found her unsuitable? Now her heart pounded for a different reason. She was sure this was a mistake, that he would see right through her and realize she wasn't worth a visit. As she drove, she became more convinced that she should turn around, head back to her empty house and stay there, alone. How could a man as sweet and caring as Gene find her acceptable? Damn, this was a big mistake! Then, the airport exit loomed ahead of her and she turned onto it. 

Her heart bumped along, filled with dread and dismay. She couldn't think of one reason for Gene to like her. He would quickly see her for the woman she really was, boring and dull, unable to keep her husband's attention, not worth his time. 

She was driving along the little roads, watching the signs, following the trail that would take her to her to him. She changed lanes efficiently, followed the maze to the correct gate and pulled into a parking place. Her cell phone rang. "We are just landing, Andrea. We had horrid weather coming into town and circled a few times. But I should be there soon. I can't wait to hold you, baby, to feel you in my arms. Soon, Andrea, so soon!"

As she waited, Andy made friends with the people milling around, waiting for their rides or a taxi. She smiled and chatted, nervous underneath, but trying not to show it. She watched for Gene. She had seen his picture online and knew she would recognize him immediately. Suddenly, he was there, exiting the automatic doors, looking directly into her face. Then he smiled. She could see the smile in his mouth and his eyes. He moved toward her like they were the only people there. He stood before her, then turned his head slightly and leaned down to kiss her mouth. Thoughts raced through her mind, about his beautiful full beard, the incredible fullness of his lips, the soft pinkness of them with the silvery hair surrounding. 

In slow motion, she watched his face move closer to hers. It was as if he were barely moving, she could see every millimeter of space as he moved through it. Then his mouth was on hers. Not the demanding, rough kiss of her husband, but a soft, learning kiss, barely touching, just a whisper of contact. She breathed deeply, inhaling his scent and taste as their lips continued to lightly graze each other. His hands moved to her upper arms, holding her gently. 

All Andy could think was how very sweet his mouth was, how incredible he tasted. Gene tasted pure and clean and delicious. She could have stood there forever, kissing him, learning him. Her body leaned into his and the kiss, the innocent kiss, deepened and lengthened. Her arms moved up his back, into his hair, holding him close. Neither seemed aware of the crowds. 

Then Gene straightened, moving almost imperceptibly away from her searching mouth. "I knew, Andrea, that it would be like this. I knew you would feel like this and we would be a good fit. Hello, sweet woman."

They parted reluctantly and Gene placed his bags in the car, after helping Andy back into the driver's seat. Then he climbed into the car, buckling his seat belt and leaning toward her for one more kiss. He sighed happily and settled back in the seat. "Let's go, Ma'am. I am anxious to start our time together, to get to our secret place where I can hold you and be with you."

As if they had been friends forever, the conversation flowed smoothly. They talked easily of his flight, the weather, the upcoming days. Andy still had powerful butterflies in her tummy, still wondering if he would like her once he spent time with her. Then, he leaned over and kissed her neck. The combination of his soft beard and his full lips on her tender flesh made her melt. They were still driving through the airport maze and Andy had to fight to keep her eyes opened, to pay attention to the directions. Desire won. She pulled into a hotel parking lot and gave her willing neck to his questing mouth. Then he kissed her mouth again, more intimately this time. The feelings Andy thought were dead suddenly flamed to life and she found herself leaning into him, frustrated by the distance between them and the obstacles of clothing and seat belts. 

Pulling apart, short of breath, they shakily agreed to get back on the road, to get to their secret place. The agreement didn't last long as Gene's hand slid under her shirt, touching the innocent skin of her sides and tummy. Everywhere his fingers moved, heat followed. Her flesh burned and tingled. By now, they were hopelessly lost in the airport. The exits all seemed the same, and Andy could think only of was being with Gene, feeling his body against hers. They pulled over again, trying to quench the desire that was overwhelming them. It seemed the more they kissed and touched, the more they wanted. Andy blushingly confessed that they had taken a wrong turn and might never get home. Her husband would have yelled and made her feel incredibly stupid. Gene laughed and kissed her softly, settling back to help her find the way out of the confusing maze.

Together, they made the corrections and began the trip back to her town. They talked happily, and the time flew. Andy felt as if there were a fire inside, an unstoppable fire that would consume her if not tended. Gene placed his hand, his soft, warm hand, on her bare arm and her eyes became unfocused. He watched her, saw her reaction, and suggested they pull off the road one more time. They pulled into a parking lot behind a huge building and turned to each other hungrily. Kissing appeased them for awhile, but both wanted more. The foreplay had started weeks ago and now they were insatiable. Hands slid needily over clothed skin, searching for access. Andy, never the aggressor before, wanted...needed to touch him, feel him. Suddenly, her small hand found him. She wrapped her fingers over his erection, hindered by his shorts, but unwilling to wait another minute. Gene stopped kissing her, looking into her eyes. "He is yours, Andrea. He belongs to you and has waited for so long for your touch. I imagined it a million times. May I really feel you now?" he whispered.

Andy could only nod and continue her search. Her fingers slid up his thigh, under his khaki shorts, stopping only when they encountered the firm, hot throbbing cock of her lover. She gasped, surprised by the utter size and heat of it. Her hand traced the bulging veins, the smooth flesh, into the soft, abundant curlies. Then up her fingers moved, up the length of him until she reached the ridge between the shaft and velvety head. She circled him, hearing the sharp intake of his breath. Her fingers continued to explore, suddenly covered with sticky precome that was pouring from the tiny opening. She slowly brought those fingers to her lips and slipped them in, sucking them deeply into her mouth, her eyes closed and moans of pleasure escaping. When she opened her eyes, Gene was staring at her, licking his lips and breathing heavily. 

She surprised herself by whispering, "Please, Sir, I need to taste you. I have dreamed of it, fantasized about it, waited all these weeks. I can't wait any longer. Just one taste, Gene, and I promise we will drive to our private place. I just can't wait!"

Gene nodded and leaned back in his seat, moving the leg of his shorts to expose the length of his erection to her gaze. Her eyes widened as she saw the entirety of his cock. It was beautiful. Huge and thick, yet sweetly pink as it throbbed on his naked thigh. She couldn't resist. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the very tip, her tongue slipping out to gather the clear precome. She savored his taste, his scent. She buried her nose in his curlies, just barely exposed. He smelled so good! Her mouth opened and she covered the gleaming head with her warmth. Gene moaned and slid down further, encouraging her to accept more of him.

As her mouth stretched to envelope him, he could only watch with pleasure and delight. He could feel himself sinking into the joy of Andrea. His hips were beginning the dance against her face and he wanted to hold her head in place forever. He fought to gain control. Gently, he touched her head, urged her away from his aching erection. When she sat up, looking at him wonderingly, he kissed her softly. Then he whispered to her, "Let's go home, love. Let's go to our private place and really be together, please."

TO BE CONTINUED.....



The Visit



One day I decide to come and visit you. I know that you will be home on your own and that you will not be particularly surprised to find me on your doorstep. It is a beautiful, warm sunny day, so I dress in a white cotton sleeveless blouse and a navy blue mini skirt. I do not wear a bra, but I put on a black, lacy thong, plus some high heeled sling back shoes. In my spacious bag I carry some of my toys in anticipation of what may happen when we are together. I get on the train, then get a taxi to your home. I ring your doorbell.

After a few minutes, you open the door and I am stunned by the way you look. Even prettier than I thought and dressed in just a satin robe, decorated with tiny summer flowers and tied loosely at the waist. I can see you looking me over. We smile at each other and you invite me in. I follow you into your lounge and sit on a large sofa and watch you cross to a cabinet to retrieve a bottle of red wine and two glasses. You sit close, next to me on the sofa and pour us both a large glass of wine. We talk about how we met on the internet, those first few tentative exchanges of emails, then as we got to know one another, how we got more and more intimate, until we were doing things to each other that got us so wet and horny that we just had to cum and cum and cum. We drank the wine and laughed, recalling some of the scenarios we had described to each other and the effect that it had on us - all those fantastic orgasms!.

We both start to get excited by this and my hand strays to your satin covered leg, which you move so it is touching mine. To indicate that I am starting to get so horny, I undo the top two buttons of my blouse, so that you can clearly see I am not wearing anything underneath. My hand moves behind your head and I start to gently stroke your hair. Our eyes lock together and we smile at each other, recognising the lust that is building up in both of us. I gently pull your head towards me. I want to kiss you so much. Our lips touch and I can smell your sweet perfume as our tongues probe each other's mouth. You taste so wonderful and I feel I want to melt into you. I could kiss you like this forever.

I feel your fingers undoing my blouse as I pull your gown away from your legs and undo the belt. I trace my fingernails up the inside of your legs and I feel you shudder with pleasure. I realise that you are completely naked under your gown. I feel your fingers on my nipples, rubbing and pinching them and I can feel them tingling and hardening under your touch. You pull your head away and down to my nipples, your hot wet tongue licking them. God, it feels so good. I arch my back as I shrug off my blouse, enjoying your suckling so much. I become so fucking horny. I stand up and remove my skirt and thong, kicking my shoes off and under the coffee table.

By then your gown is off and lying under you. I take a moment to admire your lovely body, noticing that you are as wet as I am. You reach up for me and I fall into you arms, our naked bodies touching and we kiss passionately, our hands carressing each other. My leg slips between yours and I can feel your wet pussy against my thigh. I move my thigh so that it rubs against you and I feel your body moving too. I lower my head to your breasts, my long soft hair dragging across your chest. The tip of my tongue flicks each of your swollen nipples. I suck them in and gentle nibble them and I hear you moaning with the pleasure you are receiving. I feel your body rubbing your pussy against my leg more frantically and I get so horny that I want to make us cum so badly. 

I reach across to my bag on the table and withdraw a massive double-ended dildo, 18 inches long. It is made of thick, flexible soft rubber, each end sculpted in the shape of a giant cock. I hold one end towards you and you take it in your mouth, sucking and licking it and I do the same with the other end. Our eyes watching each other and the wonderful feeling of anticipation is building up. Soon the dildo is running with our saliva and I take my end and bend it down to your pussy where I rub it up and down against your lips. I then slide it into you, a full 9", and you gasp with the feeling of it inside. I then edge closer to you so our pussies are almost touching and slide the other end of the huge 'cock' into me. God, it feels so good.

Automatically, our hands slide down to our pussies and we started to rub our swollen clits. I start to pinch and play with my nipples as I grip the dildo with my pussy and pull it out of you, then ram it back in. I start to fuck you and you begin to pant with the sensation and your eyes are half closed. I can feel my loins start to tingle as my orgasm begins to build. I know it will be soon and I sense you feet the same as the giant 'cock' moves in and out of you. It is coming closer. Then I feet you grip your 'cock' and you start to fuck me and soon I am feeling that unstoppable sensation rippling through me, building and building. Suddenly, it crashes though me, forcing a scream from me as my orgasm hits. My pussy seems to explode as my cum spurts out all over the 'cock' and your pussy lips.

Almost immediately, your back arches and you freeze for a second, then let out a shriek and you too feel your orgasm erupt. You slip forward slightly so that the giant 'cock' is buried in you so deeply, and you start to quiver as the pleasure washes over you. I feet your cum wash over my pussy lips, so warm and so much of it. Our orgasms seem to last forever. We just sit there, impaled on the giant dildo, just shuddering with the endless feeling of ecstasy. 

After a while, I shift back slightly and withdraw the massive 'cock' and I hold my end towards you so that you can suck and lick my cum into your mouth. I do the same with your end and I experience the sweet taste of you from deep inside your body. It is like honey and I swallow it all. Then we lean towards one another and our mouths touch. With our eyes blissfully closed we probe each other's mouth with our tongues, each tasting our sweet juices. I know that we both still feet so horny and that we want more. This could last for hours and hours and I want it so much.

We pour another glass of wine and sit so closely and we just cannot speak, we are so powerfully affected by the wonderful experience we have just enjoyed. We carress each other and kiss between sips of wine, the tension still prevalent in each of us. We know that we want each other again. Soon you rise from the sofa and take hold of my hand and pull me willingly from my seat. You lead me to a door at the end of the lounge and I just know that it opens into your bedroom. I just have time to grab my bag from the table.

You lead me into your bedroom and I am stunned by the size of the huge bed, with its stainless steel head board, made of strong shapes in brushed steel piping. I notice that the foot board is the same although lower. Background music is coming from hidden speakers, just soft guitar notes accompanied by a harp. We stand there naked, holding hands, taking in the ambience of the delightful room. I place my bag on one of the bedside cabinets and I pull you to the bed, where we flop side by side, our heads resting on huge feather pillows.

We turn to face one another and immediatey embrace and start kissing, our hands stroking each other's bodies. It is so warm and erotic and your hands are so soft, like butterflies tickling my skin, I begin to get incredibly wet again and the horny feeling comes back so strongly. I know you feel the same. Then you sit up and turn me on my back. Your leg comes across my body and you sit straddling my tummy. I watch as you lean down. I see your pink, wet tongue come out and you lick my neck, then you kiss me, then return to your licking. I am in heaven. You reach over to the bedside cabinet, open a drawer and retrieve four long lengths of red silk rope.

I willingly let you tie an end of each rope around my wrists and the other ends you attach to the steel poles of the bed head, so that my arms are stretched wide and held firmly back. I have limited movement. Then you go to a wardrobe and produce two large pillows which you place under my hips, raising them more than a foot in the air. Then with the remaining two ropes, you secure my ankles to the sides of the foot board. I am like a big immoveable cross, with my pussy wide open and raised up, ready for anything. I am now so hot and wet, I can hardly wait for what you are going to do. You kneel between my wide open legs and start to feel my soaking wet pussy with your fingers, spreading my juices all over my lips and down to my asshole. Two of your fingers slip deeply inside my ass making sure that my hole is well lubricated. I gasp with the pleasure you are giving me. Then you reach into your bedside drawer again and pull out a huge pussy/ass vibrator. The two pink, curved, cock shaped apendages are almost the same thick size and shape as each other, attached to the vibrator base with its red controller. They each measure about eight inches in length.

You also retrieve a tube of KY Jelly and smear generous amounts on the two 'cocks'. Then you lower it into position and I feel the two massive 'cock' heads pressuring my two holes. I shake with anticipation as you slowly push them in. The feeling is just incredible, two huge 'cocks' entering me, filling and stretching both of my holes. I feel them go all the way into me, slowly but surely. You are looking at me, watching my face as I bite my lip, taking these sexual objects into my body. I start to feel the twirls of pleasure developing into a longing in my loins. I know that this coming orgasm is going to shatter me.

When the 'cocks', are completely inserted you turn the vibrator on at a low speed and my body feels the tingling joy of the device as it increases my longing for release. The feeling is beyond imagination. I feel it building, the waves are coming increasingly fast. My body is shaking and straining at the ropes. I feel as if I am levitating as the unstoppable orgasm rips through me. I scream so loudly as my cum spurts out around the 'cock' in my pussy all over your fingers and hand. I feel dizzy and sated like never before.

When my senses return, I feel the 'cocks' still purring away buried deep inside my holes and I see you retrieve a large plastic peg from the drawer. Still holding the double vibrator in place, you pinch my skin just above my pussy lips and clip on the peg, pulling the hood away and clear from my clit. You now lean right down and start to flick the tip of your tongue on my already swollen clit. Jesus, the feeling is unbelievable and it starts those wave boiling up all over again.

As your tongue licks my clit with increasing speed, you turn up the vibrator, until my whole body is shaking with the vibrations. I feel it coming again - increasing with every second, building and building. You turn the vibrator up full as you suck my whole clit into your mouth, sucking it hard and gently nibbling on it. My body freezes as the orgasm thunders towards me - then the fantastic feeling as it overflows through my whole body. I scream out as my cum again spurts out into your waiting mouth and over the base of the vibrator. The pulsing sensation goes on forever as my arms and legs strain against the ropes.

It takes a full two minutes before I am aware of my surroundings. I feel drained and so satisfied and so much in love with you for giving me more pleasure than I have ever had. You slowly withdraw the two massive 'cocks' and I watch as you lick each one savouring my taste. Then you lower your head and lick every drop of my cum into your mouth. I feel your tongue probe my stretched asshole. But you don't swallow it, instead you crawl up the bed and you position your mouth about three inches above mine. I know what is coming so I open my mouth and put my tongue out.

I watch as you let the mixture of my cum and your saliva dribble from your mouth into mine and over my tongue. A steady stream of wonderful, sweet juice fills my mouth and I swallow it eagerly. Then your lips are on mine, out tongues enmeshed, kissing passionately. Before untying me, you kiss and lick my rock hard nipples one more time until they are wet and glistening.

We lay side by side again, facing one another. My fingers lightly carressing your face, my fingers tracing the outline of your full lips. Your hands are slowly stroking my body. Our eyes are locked and the love and tenderness flowing between us is immense. I feel so wonderfully relaxed and satisfied, but I know it won't be for long because I can see that you are still as horny as ever. It is going to be my turn to give you pleasure beyond imagination - and maybe a little pain too, he he he

After half an hour, I get off the bed, take your hand and pull you up. We walk towards the bathroom that adjoins the bedroom. We go into your large bathroom, still naked from our passions on that huge bed. We both are still feeling so horny for each other. I manage to grab my bag from the bedside cabinet and bring it with me, placing it on top of a shelf behind the door. The bathroom is softly lit, but with brighter lights around a huge mirror above a vanity unit containing a basin and mixer taps. The sanitary ware is white and comprises WC, bidet and a huge double bath with pillows. At one end is a large wet area for showering under a power jet . The floor is of soft cream tiles and a large number of huge fluffy white towels hang from rails.

I stand you in front of the mirror and I move behind you, watching your sweet face reflected back and the smile playing on your lips. My hands go under your arms and I cup your breasts and I see you watch as my thumbs gently brush your nipples. I reach forward and turn on the warm water tap, dip my fingers in the water and apply the liquid to your nipples, making them glisten. Then I flick the nipples with my fingernails. I feel you shudder with the sensation and your eyes close. I keep working on your nipples until they are so hard and pink.

Then I gently push you forward until you are bent right over the vanity unit, your hands resting right near the taps. Then, still feeling your hard nipples, I start to lick your back, long slow wet licks down the middle on your spine. As I go lower, I move my hands to your firm ass cheeks and start to massage them, until my tongue reaches the small of your back. Then I slowly part your ass cheeks as my tongue creeps its way down your crack to your sweet asshole. I tease your hole with my tongue, spit on it and dip the tip of my tongue into you. I pull your hips back further and push down on your back sp your ass and pussy are fully exposed. I tell you to stay in that position.

I reach into my bag and withdraw my strap-on dildo, a massive 10" monster made of black flexible rubber and shaped like a huge, veiny cock. I see your eyes widen as you see it reflected in the mirror and you watch as I strap it on. I start to feel your wet pussy, dipping my fingers in you. You get increasingly wet and I smear your juices all round your asshole. I can sense that you are so sexed up and horny for me. I apply a serious amount of jelly to the shaft of the dildo and rub it up and down your pussy lips.. Then I nudge it against your asshole and I feel you gasp at what is about to happen. I am going to rape your ass.

I push forwards a little and I watch as the head of the huge cock stretches your asshole and slips inside. I stop and reach round you to pinch your hard nipples, making you cry out, Then I watch your face reflected in the mirror as I slowly push the cock into you. It is a full 6" in you when I feel you pushing back to take more. You really like the feeling of that great thing in your ass. I push further until the whole of 8" is buried in you. Then I slowly start to withdraw and you shudder with the pleasure of it. I hold your hips and start to fuck you, harder and faster, making sure on each thrust you get the full length up you. Occasionally, I slap your ass cheeks hard, to ensure that your attention is focussed on my cock going in and out of you. Your cheeks are so pink and hot.

Soon you are panting and moaning with pleasure and moving your ass back and forth to the rhythm. I reach under you and start to play with your swollen clit and pushing my thumb into your pussy. I decide you need further help to cum, so I reach into my bag close by and extract my smaller vibe, a mere 6" job, which I turn to full power. I hold it against your clit and feel the vibrations through your body, making me fuck you even faster.

You then start to moan and shriek as the powerful orgasm is building up in your loins. Your body starts to quiver and shake and you grip the washbasin taps so tightly. Your knees bend slightly and you are almost suspended on the huge cock buried in you. I thrust in hard and hold it deep inside you and plunge the vibe right into your pussy as your orgasm explodes. You scream out as I watch your sweet face in the mirror, your eyes closed, biting your lip as the pleasure washes over you. It takes ages for you to subside, you pulse and pulse and your cum runs all down your legs. 

I withdraw the huge cock and vibe as you lean, sated, against the vanity unit. I unstrap the cock and reach over to the towel rail. I select two huge fluffy towels and lay them on the floor. I then turn you round and gently pull you to me. I kiss you so deeply, our tongues probing each other's mouths. You are still breathing heavily from your org. I lower you onto the towels and straddle your body, looking down at you. We smile at each other and I lean forward to kiss you again, while flicking your nipples with my fingernails. I am so horny and want to cum. I ease myself up your body until my pussy is just inches from your mouth. It is so wet and swollen with love for you.

You lift your head slightly and your long pink tongue touches my clit. I hold my pussy lips open for your licking. I grind my pussy into your mouth as your tongue pushes into me. You hold it out firmly pointed up and I start to fuck your tongue. God, it feels so good. I begin to moan and a great tremble starts in my body. I feel my hard nipples as the burning waves of my orgasm start to build. Jesus, I am going to cum so hard. Wow! it hits me. I sink onto your tongue as my cum spurts out, into your open mouth. Lots of cum flowing all over your chin and lips. I feel my hard nipples as the sensation flows through me, until finally it subsides.

I look down at you savouring my cum and swallowing it all. I edge down your body, so I am straddling your tummy, my wet pussy touching your soft belly. I relax my body and strongly feel the need to pee. I know you have never experienced this before, but I know you won't mind. I let my pee flow out over your body. I runs all over your belly and onto the towels - I move down slightly and the sweet warm pee pours over your pussy lips and down into the crack between your legs. Your hands come down and you rub the warm, golden juice into your skin and over your hard nipples. You lick your fingers and taste me. Then I lean forwards and kiss you, tasting for myself the sweet honey on your lips.

We enjoy the sensation and just lie there, rubbing our pee soaked bodies together, kissing each other. Then after a few minutes, we shower and soap each other. We rub our bodies together in the shower and I realise that I love you so, so deeply. I want to be part of you. I want you to be my lover forever.

After more wine and recalling our amazing sex together, I leave promising to repeat our lovemaking. I promise to keep in touch via emails and chat until the next time we meet. 



The Visit



The darkness enveloped her car like a thick, black fog. Her headlights only illuminated about ten feet ahead of her and that was even with the brights on. She watched the white line on the right to keep her following the curvy country road. Lisa was going out to see him, her boyfriend, or was he her lover? Both names fit, but at the same time they really didn’t. She didn’t travel out to the country often except to see Dennis. Unfortunately, she was a city girl, though she pretended she was country by wearing jeans and boots non-stop.

He wasn’t really 'country' either, even though he lived out there. He’d originally come from an even bigger city than the one she came from, transplanted to the country all the way from Los Angeles, California.

She liked seeing her man, but at the same time she didn’t like it. She loved being with him, but she didn’t like the trip out there and the obstacles she had to overcome to see him.

She had to take the highway and driving that way it really wasn’t that far. She didn’t mind driving the highway, since she drove it each day to get to college. The hard part was after she got off the highway. There was a small ‘in town’ area that consisted of a few fast food stops, a grocery store, gas station, and the Indian reservation gambling hall. After that she was off to the country roads and that was the unnerving part.

On this night the sky was overcast, so there as no moonlight to guide her and not even a single star. She’d seen memorials placed on these back roads, probably because someone had underestimated a tight curve and ended up crashing with fatal results. She feared becoming one of those memorials herself.

The trip through the country roads was one of the problems with going to see him; the other problem was her parents. She lived with her parents by happenstance and not by choice. She couldn’t very well tell them she was going out to spend the night with her boyfriend because they would flip out. Actually, they didn’t even know that she had a boyfriend. 

She had learned that her parents didn’t like it much when she was dating because they wanted her to concentrate on her studies and her future career. When she wanted to go out and spend the night with Dennis she would tell her parents that she was staying at her best friend’s house. Even though she was way too old to be having sleepovers, they seemed to believe the lie.

She thought that maybe her father suspected something, but he never said anything about it. Her father was sometimes more understanding about relationships if it didn’t seem to interfere with her life plans. But, her mother was the chaste one that believed that her daughters should be the same way as well, so the lies were really for her mother’s benefit to spare the feelings of being a failure at motherhood in teaching her daughter her values.

She didn’t like lying to her parents. She was too old to still be lying, but she felt that she had no choice. During this relationship it had gotten to where she had been spending every weekend at her ‘best friend’s house’. She had to put a stop to that so she wasn’t lying all the time and also so she could have some time to herself to pursue her real passion, which was writing. Right now she was fulfilling her parents dreams for her because they didn’t view writing as a practical career. 

If it were up to her she would write nonstop until she was discovered. The course she was studying in school was computers and at least that was of some interest to her. Unbeknownst to her parents, she had selected one elective class, creative writing, unrelated to her major and she looked forward to this class every day.

In a couple of months, if her plans went her way, she wouldn’t have to lie to her parents anymore because she would be moving to her own place. She constantly fantasized about having her own place and being truly independent. It would be wonderful to go where she wished and do what she wished and not have to answer to anyone about it. Also, she felt like once she moved out she’d have more time to concentrate on writing and also be able to manage her life and her relationship much better. 

Her boyfriend always whined when she couldn’t or wouldn’t come out to see him. She really wanted to see him, but it was just all the difficulties that got in her way. She’d broken up other relationships because the men had failed to realize the difficulties she had. Instead, they just wanted to gripe and complain and tell her what to do. But, her current man was a lot more understanding than the previous men had been and since she’d been able to feel more connected to this him, it was a very good thing. She knew that once she had her own place a lot of the difficulties would go away and perhaps their relationship could become stronger.

As she drove concentrating on what street signs actually existed out there to make sure she’d make the right turns, she became lost within her own thoughts, which, inside her head, could sometimes be a dangerous place. She thought of Dennis and his brown hair and hazel eyes. He wasn’t really tall, but not what you’d consider short either. She considered herself to be kind of tall for a woman, standing at 5’8”, and she could look him directly in the eye when they were standing face to face, though it was a bit funny looking when she wore heels and she was taller than him.

There were things he did that sometimes got on her nerves, but he was a very sweet man that seemed totally devoted to her. For the last month or so she’d been trying to figure out if she was in love with him. He’d professed his love months ago and had been very patiently waiting on her since then. It was hard for her to tell if she was truly in love with him because she’d been burned very hard so many times that she was beginning to suspect that she didn’t know what love was until it was taken away. When you feel a sour burn after a relationship has crashed and dies, then you know it was love. She didn’t want to wait for the sour burn to know if she was in love with her boyfriend because, unlike others, she didn’t want this relationship to end. If the fates said that there was no chance for her relationship, she hoped that it wouldn’t end anytime in the near future. 

She thought maybe all that was enough to prove that she was actually in love, but she couldn’t be sure. Maybe the reason she couldn’t bring herself to realize that she was actually in love was because that meant telling him and once that was done she couldn’t take it back. It’s like when you are ‘in love’ you are supposed to compromise and ride out your problems together, but she feared that if she admitted her love for him then she wouldn’t be able to turn tail and run if one of them screwed up somehow.

Also, she might have a slight fear of commitment and, to her, saying ‘I love you’ was just as scary as saying ‘Till death do us part’. It just meant you were in love and determined to see the relationship through. Also, she was afraid that she’d get into something that she couldn’t get herself out of. 

Finally, as she drove, she thought to herself, ‘Why am I agonizing over this, it’s not like he’s going to leave if I don’t say those three little words.’

Dennis was being very patient to hear those words and she knew that he loved her, so for now that was enough to satisfy. With that thought firmly planted into her mind, the onslaught of confused thoughts and feelings seemed to disappear and her thoughts just focused on her boyfriend and only that.

She thought about Friday and how they’d met for a lunch date and how the despair had registered on his face when she had told him that she wouldn’t be able to see him that weekend yet again. It had been six weeks since they’d had some quality time together; it had been just too difficult for her to get out and see him. When she saw his face and expression of grief, the guilt of it all tore a hole through her. She chastised herself when her mind’s voice spoke up and griped about how she wasn’t willing to sacrifice for this man that she obviously felt something for, but there wasn’t a lot to do about it. If she told her parents, she’d get berated, with a lot of assumptions and accusations. It seemed that's what always seemed to happen when she was in a relationship. 

Also, telling her parents wouldn’t mean she’d see more of Dennis; in fact it would probably be less, since they’d know about the boyfriend. So, no way would they accept the story of her staying at her friend’s house. Even though she was at the age where she shouldn’t care about what her parents thought, she knew that if she told them she was spending the night at her boyfriend’s house her mother would just have a heart attack. Her father, while a bit more understanding, would become pissed at the stress that she was causing her mother, so it was a no win situation.

Well, soon enough she would have her own place then there would be no more guilt burrowing in her gut. She just hoped they could hold on long enough for her to get her own place, and then things would be all good.

She had surprised Dennis tonight by calling him and asking if he felt like shopping. He didn’t think that he’d hear much from her this weekend, much less see her on Saturday night. They hadn’t been together for six weeks and during that time she’d gotten horny of course, but at the level that she could easily take care of it herself. But Friday night she’d gotten extremely horny. She was so horny that she nearly tried to go out late on Friday, but then she’d found out he’d gone out with is buddies since she wasn’t coming over.

On this night she’d called him early to make sure he didn’t have any plans, though even if he did she would have just had to go where ever he was and fuck his brains out right then and there, no matter where. Luckily, he had no plans and was just sitting at home being depressed.

She decided to go out under the lie of going shopping. She commonly went shopping late at night to the twenty-four hour stores like Wal-mart; it was just less stressful at that time. She really did need to go to the store, but she decided to combine that with a little interlude with her boyfriend.

When she was all ready to go, she called him. When he answered she talked quietly so that her parents wouldn’t hear. 

“Hey you,” he said.

He knew it was her by his caller id, plus he’d programmed his cell phone to ring in a certain way when she called so he’d know it was her even before looking. 

“You wanna go shopping with me tonight?” she asked.

“Ahh….Yeah sure I guess. Are you going to stay the night?” He asked with a slight note of hope in his voice.

“Nope, I can’t because I’ve got some class work to complete tonight, but I figured I’d come over and we’d drive to the store together.” She said.

“Well, I guess so. I’ll start getting ready, take a shower and all,” he said.

“Go ahead with the shower, but you don’t have to rush about getting ready because I figured that we’d sit and talk a bit first then we could go to the store.” She said. Of course, she had no intention of talking.

“Okay, yeah sure, that sounds great,” he said sounding a bit unsure.

As soon as they had hung up she was on her way out to see him, leaving her parents a note saying she was out shopping. Finally she was pulling up into his driveway. He greeted her at the door and she followed him into his bedroom, the place they seemed to spend most of their time together.

When she saw him at the front door her heart skipped a beat. He was standing there in just his jeans looking like he just threw them on after his shower. His chest glistened with water droplets. She saw his nipples standing erect against his chest because of how cold it was out tonight and she couldn’t help but remember how his nipples were just about as sensitive as hers and how he liked it when she twisted and pulled on them.

She followed him to the bedroom and he sat on the edge of the bed. She announced that she had to use the toilet, but what she didn’t say was that she had to use the bathroom because the wetness between her legs was beginning to flow down her legs and she needed to sop some of it up with toilet paper and probably ring out her panties at the same time.

After she came back from the bathroom she walked over to him and stood between his legs while he was still sitting on the bed. He grabbed her about the waist and pulled her close.

“I’m so glad you came over, though I do wish you were staying the night,” he said with a pout.

She ran her fingers through his thick hair that was already completely dry, even though his body was still damp. His deep hazel eyes held her in their gaze; she thought she could stare into his eyes forever. The youngness of his face almost made her forget that he was nearly eight years older than her, but just looking at features, they seemed like a perfect age match.

“I wish I could stay the night too, but I just can’t,” she said bending down to greet his lips with hers.

The moment their lips pressed together he gently covered her mouth. There was warmth in their kisses, which was just a taste of passion buried inside yearning to be released. He fell back on the bed, pulling her with him, and she couldn’t help but giggle when she fell on top of him, her breasts crushing against his broad chest.

Their lips continued their sensual pressing as their tongues twined together. They kissed for the longest time, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other, and savored the tastes of the other’s mouths a bit longer. Finally, hands began to travel as their lips stayed connected in that erotic union.

His hand reached up and pushed away the heavy black sweater she was wearing and began caressing her with slow trails of his fingertips, causing her body to break out in goosebumps and shiver under his gentle touch. He couldn’t caress her fully because of her bra strap got in the way. Usually he was quite skilled in the art of bra unhooking, two fingers, snap, it was undone, but this time around the hooks seemed unwilling to open even with his most determined efforts. Eventually, the hooks released, and she grabbed the back of her sweater and with a bit of his help pulled it up and over her head. Once the sweater was off, the bra slid down her shoulders revealing to him her hand sized breasts with dusky mauve nipples already standing erect from her urgent arousal. 

He pulled himself and her up higher on the bed and their lips reunited, while his hand traced delightful lines up and down her backside. Finally, he separated from the sweet taste of her lips and gently nudged her face to the side. He buried his face in the soft hollow where her shoulder met her neck and left suckling kisses there. As he teased her neck with his mouth as he inhaled her scent, a mixture of her perfume and the smell of her hair products.

She moaned out when his kissing trail came around to the front and tickled the hollow of her slender throat. She pushed herself up on her arms to get away from the erotic torture of his mouth, but he saw it as an opportunity as he took one of her dusky nipples into his mouth. He hungrily incased her nipple within his mouth and his tongue danced and teased around the fleshy jewel as she moaned out, her body quivering.

She felt a tingling sensation shoot out as his tongue teased her nipple and the tingling seemed to spread throughout her body in an electric current, igniting her arousal. Since she was straddling him she couldn’t squeeze her legs shut, so she could feel the wetness in her sex building up, preparing for the moment when he entered her. She was so turned on that it seemed that the tingling from her nipples had centered right between her legs, causing a burning need for orgasmic release. She began to gyrate her hips as if making love. He met her with his own hips and she could feel the hardness that was ultimately trapped within his pants. In effect they were clothes grinding and it was getting her nowhere toward the large orgasmic sonic boom she was craving. 

While devouring her nipples, he’d given her several mini orgasms that left her even more aroused and deeply yearning for the big on to come. She couldn’t take it anymore so she decided to concentrate her attentions on him. She suddenly dived her face into the side of his neck, leaving the same trail of suckling kisses that he’d left on her and, with her mouth, worked her way from his neck down to his broad chest.

She sat up still straddling his middle and she began to trace sensual trails down his chest with the tips of her fingers and her fingernails. He sucked in a deep breath of air as her finger teasing traced the waistband of his jeans. 

She could feel the hardness of him increasing possibly painfully, and she knew that he couldn’t take her teasing much longer. Next she decided to lie on top of him and continue tasting the salty male flavor of his neck. She pressed her self against him, allowing him once again to caress her backside. She licked and kissed on his neck, but then she got a bit carried away and sucked a tad too hard on one side. He let out an arousal filled moan so she figured she was doing something right, but when she let him loose from her powerful suction she turned his head to look at her work. What she saw was on very large, very red hickey.

“Ooops,” she said, holding her mouth with an expression of feigned innocence.

“Is it big?” he asked.

“Um huh,” she said nodding her head.

“Yeah, it does hurt a bit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, it’s a good hurt.”

He pulled her to him and his lips lightly touched her ear, sending electric current though her body.

“I’m yours to do with what you will. I’m yours,” he said in a light whisper.

She looked into his eyes and upon finding the sincerity within them she claimed his lips with hers and forced her tongue into his mouth to tease and taunt him sensuously.

She eased herself up off of him a bit so she could again access his pants. She hovered herself above his knees sitting on her knees and letting her hands attack the fly of his pants. She was careful to not catch the zipper on anything valuable. Finally, she released his erection from the bondage of his pants. She didn’t have to release it from his underwear since he rarely wore any.

She wrapped her hand around him, feeling the heat of his arousal. Excruciatingly slow, she began to stroke the length of his steel hard shaft. She couldn’t help but grin as she watched his face contort into expressions of long awaited pleasure. She stroked up and over and back again in one continual stroke; never did her hand leave his cock.

He moaned out just as she squeezed a few droplets of pre-cum out of the tip. She massaged it into him when her hand went over the head in the up stroke and then going straight into the down stroke. She continued to stroke him as she got off and sat at his side on the bed.

Once in a comfortable position, without notice she knelt down, and opening her mouth she took the whole of him within her moist orifice. He moaned out long and deep and she thought that if he hadn’t had some control over it that it could have erupted as a scream of passion. 

She pressed her lips around him and began to stroke him with her mouth. Her tongue twisted and teased all parts of his shaft; at one moment she pressed her tongue hard against one side as she slid her mouth upwards. With that motion he almost lost it completely. He continued to moan as she continued to stroke him a few times and he felt as if he might cum, but he held on because the feeling was too good to lose.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside of her, to have her surround him.

“I want to be inside you, now,” he said, in a near breathless voice.

She released his hardened member from her mouth and looked up at him, wiping the saliva from her mouth.




The Visit



“Oh yeah,” she said with a cocked eyebrow and mischievous grin, while her hand replaced where her mouth had been.

“Yes, I want you. Now.” he said expectantly.

She got up off of him and took off the rest of her clothing, which was just her pants and under things. He laughed when he saw her wearing long johns, not exactly a real exotic piece of clothing.

“Hey, it’s winter, you know, and I get cold.” she said matter-of-factly.

“Well, this is perfect for a scene in a romantic novel. ‘He waits expectantly as she pulls her jeans from her hips and down her long legs and is surprised to find a pair of white ribbed long johns underneath adhering to her curvy frame.’ I don’t think it would have the right sexual tension required,” he said teasingly

“Well, let’s see how sexual you think this is.” she said.

She pulled down the white long johns to reveal a black lace panty that was like a pair of really short shorts, the backside ending high on her butt cheeks and the front sculpted each and every curve of her sex as if it was on display for him. She grinned when she saw his reaction to her new panties because his eyes widened and his cock jumped.

“You like?” she asked.

“Hell, yeah I like. Now take them off!” he said.

She gave him a look that told him to settle down, it was all coming soon enough. Slowly she took off the panties and grinned at his look of impatience. After she was completely nude she crawled across the bed. Once she reached him, she straddled his middle and, hovering over him, dragged her fingernails down his body.

“I want you to put it in,” he said.

She opened herself up and positioned her moist center right over his hard member. She didn’t let him enter right away because she wanted to tease him for a bit longer. She rubbed herself, along his sex, slicking him up with her juices and at the same time stimulating her clit until she felt like she was a ball of complete sexual energy.

She was so aroused since it had been so long since they’d been together and also because of her thoughts on the previous night. She wanted him badly; she could feel the heat of his member penetrating her, even though he wasn’t inside of her.

From all her teasing he looked like he might bust from sexual frustration and the fact of the matter was that she was about ready to bust as well. Each time his smooth member slide across her clit it sent fireworks through her system until she could take it no more. She needed to feel him stroking from the inside.

Finally, she lay on top of him and raised her hips to fit her hand between them. She grabbed onto his member, causing him to gasp, and she positioned his cock head right at her entrance. Slowly she slid herself on to him, feeling him permeate her insides all the way to the base of his cock. Once he was inside her it felt like his member swelled a bit more, pervading every fold. 

They stayed still for a moment, enjoying being together.

“Oh, I love feeling inside of you.” he said, “I wish I could stay this way forever ‘cause I just love this and you so much.”

She began to move up and down on him, enjoying the feeling of his hard member sliding in and out of her. She pushed herself up a bit so that now it seemed she was sitting right on top of him. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed herself up and down. 

The new position gave her an entirely new sensation and the new depths felt like he was getting nearer to her g-spot. She moaned out as she could feel her orgasm building in her stomach. She felt it coming closer and her moves got faster as she rode on top of him.

“You gonna cum for me?” he asked.

All she could do was moan and yell as an orgasm ripped through her, spasming with pleasure tidal waves. Her inner muscles tightened around his member, squeezing it, and then the muscles pushed outward, nearly pushing him out as well. Then her feminine nectar spewed out of her, washing him in wonderful warm juices.

“Oh, you are going to make me cum!” he shouted, sounding a bit breathless.

Quickly she stopped moving and laid her body over his, not even moving her hips. She just laid there with him up inside of her, planting little kisses on his neck and face.

“Why did you stop moving?” he asked, a bit disappointed.

“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet, I’m only getting started.” She explained.

“Whoa! You must be really horny.”

“Well, it’s like that saying, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’.”

“I guess it’s true then,” he said, “cause you are really horny tonight, or is it just fonder.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Nope, don’t want to, I’d rather you fuck me.”

“Well, hold on… it’s going to be an exciting ride,” she said with a wink.

“Of that I have no doubt.”

She pushed herself back up into a near sitting position. He offered his hands to her, which she grasped. She put a lot of her weight in his arms as she began to gyrate her hips once more.

The pleasureful sensations began the moment she began moving; it was like her nerves were extremely alive tonight. She could feel the hardness of his manhood as well as every vein, curve, and especially the ridge of the head. Every part of his rock hard shaft seemed to make her quiver in ecstasy.

Soon she felt her orgasm building, she moaned out as she pushed herself up and down on him hitting her g-spot over and over again. Finally, orgasmic tremors took control and her body shook violently. Once again her juices gushed outward, her muscles nearly pushing him out of her and her nectar washing all of his middle and soaking Dennis’s bed all around him.

She continued to ride him as hard and fast as she could take it and on the heels of the last climax came another, then another, and another. Neither persons could count exactly how many orgasms she had, but she was exhausted, mentally and physically. 

Finally, as Lisa reached her on last orgasm, Dennis reached up and grabbed her hips, holding her down on him. He pushed his pulsating member deep inside her vortex of throbbing, contracting muscles with cascading juices all around him. 

His body clinched up and, just as she was giving her final yells of passion, his hard member released it’s pent up pressure by spewing frothy loads of hot, sticky semen deep inside of her warm, tight center.

Once they both completed their orgasmic waves and all bodily juices had been drained, Lisa got herself up off of him, allowing his spent and slowly softening member to fall out of her. She collapsed onto the bed next to his side. Both of them were covered in sweat, both panting in rapid quick breaths, but still with satisfied smiles plastered to their faces.

Once each of them gained back their composure, Lisa turned to Dennis, and, placing her hand on the side of his head, gave him a delicate kiss. Then she looked into his deep hazel eyes, losing herself in those colorful pools, she said.

“Okay, you ready to go shopping?”

THE END



The Visit



You come by one Tuesday morning, eager to see me after a long stretch without visiting. You have the pumps, skirt and tight sweater you had on back when we were first reunited. I answer the door, a smile on my face and a light in my eyes indicating my happiness at seeing you.

We talk, you and I sitting together on the couch, my hand occasionally slipping under your top to tease your sides and stomach. Your hand occasionally slides lightly over my legs, as my expression intensifies, you chuckle, knowing how much that drives me crazy.

You swing around, putting your legs up on me, letting the skirt fall away as you've done before. It's my turn now as my fingers lightly play along your legs, the gentle touch bringing a warmth to your body, as I play along your calves, the back and inside of your knees, and all along the inside and outside of your thighs. When I sense your increasing heat, I begin occasionally brushing my fingers over your nylon-covered crotch, sometimes pressing down a bit so that you feel it more deeply.

You lean forward, and I begin rubbing your neck and shoulders. Every once in a while I lean down and kiss the side and back of your neck, one time my tongue teases the side of your neck and I gently blow the wet trail dry. After several more minutes of this torture, you get up, and lower yourself down on my very warm midsection. You feel my cock in a rock-hard state. My hands slide up under your sweater, and begin fondling your breasts through the material of your bra, teasing the nipples with my thumbs until they become fully erect and swollen.

I suddenly push you up, and stand up from the couch. I grab your hand, and begin walking towards the bedroom.

You stop, saying "I can't, I've got to go to work soon."

A very intense look comes into my eyes, and I simply say, "Come with me," in a voice that very much makes it sound like an order.

You still hesitate, and offer up (albeit halfheartedly) "But I haven't got time." 

Again the intense look, along with an enigmatic smile, "We have an hour...come with me....now."

I stop just outside the bedroom, and lean you against the wall just to the left of the doorway. I say, "Stay just like that," and walk past you into the bedroom. I emerge a few seconds later with something in my hands. You feel me slipping something over your head, and then feel a soft leather blindfold pulled down over your eyes. 

You stand there for what seems like eternity, waiting for something to happen, the anticipation of pleasure, and the slight fear of being in my hands for the first time causing your breath to quicken and an excited queasiness to stir in your stomach. You feel my hands slide up your thighs, pulling your skirt up with them, while my breath brushes your right ear. "This is for all the times you've teased me, my dear."

After your skirt has been pulled up over your ass, you feel a light, but firm tap on your right ass cheek, followed by another on the left. You feel my fingers play along your hips, and the insides of the backs of your thighs, the intensity of the ticklishness augmented by the silky feel of your pantyhose. "You like being a bad-girl tease don't you?" I say, my breath again brushing your ear and neck. Once again, you feel a tap on your right ass cheek, this one slightly firmer than the first, once again followed by one on the left; then a second round, hard enough to make your breath catch. You feel wetness beginning to well up in your pussy, your body temperature continuing to rise.

"Raise your arms", I order. "Babe, I really have to get back..."

Suddenly you feel and hear a very hard smack on both of your ass cheeks, hard enough to bring a gasp of pain and pleasure from your lips.

"I told you", I say, in a commanding tone you have never heard from me before, "This is payback. You will do what I tell you...period. Now, raise...your...arms". As you raise your arms, I pull your sweater up and over them. You hear the soft rustle of it falling to the floor. As I lean against you, you can feel my now very hard cock rubbing against your backside through my shorts.

My fingers begin playing over your stomach, bringing an excruciatingly ticklish sensation. Soon, they move up to your breasts, teasing your nipples again through the lace of your bra, making your nipples even harder and fuller than they already were. I unsnap your bra, letting it fall to the floor, joining your sweater.

You hear and feel nothing for a long, long time. Then you feel the leather tip of something sliding over your leg. It trails up the back of your knee, to the bottom of your ass. Then you feel my hands pulling your pantyhose down off your hips, drawing them down to mid-thigh, leaving your ass and upper thighs exposed. You begin grinding your thighs together, pushing your face up against the wall, anticipating the feel of whatever comes next against your bare, exposed ass.

Soon you feel the THWACK of the riding crop I now have in my right hand against your ass. It brings a pain much sharper than my hand, and much more localized. I apply several strokes to your ass cheeks, then you feel its kiss on the backs of your thighs. As I crack the riding crop on your backside, you feel my other riding crop (with the flatter, larger surface), which I hold in my left hand, begin patting your pussy from the front. Combined with the pressure of the already building cum inside of you, this brings a nearly uncontrollable desire to just let go of your building orgasm. As you squirm in ecstasy against the wall, you cry out "Gawd, baby! I'm going to CUM!"

Suddenly everything stops.

You feel me lean close to your ear again. "You are NOT to cum. Do you understand? You are to save that for me later." As I say this, I run the sharper edged riding crop over your pussy lips, causing you to grit your teeth. "Do you understand?" "Unnnnnnyesssssss" you finally get out.

You feel my hands grab yours, and I begin leading you towards the bedroom. I carefully guide you to the bed. "Get in bed, on all fours."

Knowing it's far too late to protest now, you do as your told. Soon you feel my feather tickler running over your nyloned feet...then over your ankles...then the backs of your knees. Then you feel my other hand give you a genuinely hard, stern smack to the ass. You hear your voice cry out, certain that your backside is a bright red now. You wonder if you should tell me to stop, but the pain is so delicious, and your pussy is absolutely throbbing. The tickler is running between your thighs now, causing a high-pitched moan to rip through you. As it lightly traces your pussy lips, you feel your entire midsection buck with the effort to hold your orgasm back, for which you are rewarded by another loud, painful THWACK from my skillful hand.

Soon the feather tickler is brushing over your erect and painfully sensitive nipples. You feel sweat trickling down your body now, as your body temperature has hit the sweltering point, added to by the heat coming from my midsection pressed against you. As you feel another sharp smack from my hand, the tickler runs over your neck, and over the fleshy part of your arms, which are far more ticklish than you remember them being. 

Finally, you hear the rustle of what sounds like my shorts falling to the floor. Then you feel my swollen, extremely hot cock against your now-tender backside. I press the tip of it against your swollen pussy lips, teasing the edges of your cunt. An almost animal-like grunt comes out of you, as all you can think about is being taken. You push back towards me, trying to force my cock inside of you. I respond with one more smack against your oh-so-tender backside. You feel tears of both pain and joy welling inside you.

Finally, you feel my cock thrust inside your pussy lips, brushing against your swollen, hungry clit. The first orgasm hits you almost immediately. As you bathe my cock with your cum, you feel it pumping inside you, my hands holding your sides, pulling you against me, forcing me deeper and deeper inside. Soon, as you feel your second orgasm welling up, you feel enormous heat creeping up my shaft. As you feel the waves of your orgasm course through you, my shaft explodes inside of you, the almost impossibly hot cum shooting deep inside as you hear me groan in ecstasy.

As we slowly, sweetly wind down, I collapse against you, wrapping your still intensely warm body with my arms. I pull the blindfold from you, and give you a long, slow lover's kiss.



The Visit



I'm waiting patiently by the hostess station of the restaurant. I've told the hostess that I'm waiting for someone and not ready to be seated. It's early and the restaurant isn't crowded, so I don't think we'll have trouble being seated when You arrive. 

I wonder if the hostess notices my nervousness. If so, she likely just thinks I'm waiting for a blind date or something. Little does she know that I know very well who I am expecting. My nervousness comes not from unfamiliarity, but from knowing all too well the torment I'll be subjected to tonight. 

A bit of my fidgeting, though, comes from the bindings that are underneath my clothes. I've bound my cock and balls, as You've directed, tightly with the nylon cord. It is wrapped around the base of my cock and underneath my balls. Then it is wrapped several times around my balls, jutting them out from my body, and finally pulled up and tide around my shaft. I wanted to make sure it was very secure so as not to slip off, so I may have tied it a bit more tightly than I needed to. It is keeping me hard and my mind ever on You. I do hope You will be pleased.

My heart skips as I see You enter the restaurant. I stand carefully, conscious of my bindings, and make my way over to greet You. You are gracious and choose not to make a public display, for which I am grateful. We simply hug and You give me a kiss on the cheek, but You do add a devilishly sweet warning, saying, "I do hope you are prepared 'exactly' as I instructed."

I step back from You and nod obediently before signaling to the hostess that we are ready to be seated. She leads us to a table, but You ask for a booth in the corner with the single seat curved around the table. I allow you to slide into the seat and signal me which way to be seated. The hostess gives us the menus and leaves. As she walks away, You lean over to kiss me, passionately this time, but really this is just a cover for You to check the binding on my cock and balls. You give them a firm squeeze through my pants, examining the actually to ensure they are bound securely and that I am not encumbered with any underwear. Satisfied that I have followed Your instructions You break the kiss, leaving me practically panting. 

You suggest that I eat lightly tonight as You won't let any 'silly thing' like indigestion get in the way of Your fun, but I might find it rather intolerable. I heed Your warning and decide on the soup and salad with just water to drink.

The server brings our drinks and we have time to sit and chat. You only want to make small talk, but the entire time Your hand is between my legs, stroking my thigh, and occasionally rubbing or squeezing my cock and balls. This is naturally keeping me very aroused and very much off balance, often causing me to give strange answers or looks to the server.

Your toying with me continues through dinner, leaving me very aroused and very much on the edge. I'm thankful when the time comes that I can pay the bill we can leave. My hotel is adjacent to the restaurant, and we take the short stroll to my room.

Upon entering, I immediately go to a kneeling position at the foot of the bed and await Your command. You seem in no hurry and walk over to the toy bag that I brought in and pre-positioned for You. You unlock it (I was not allowed to know what You had chosen for this evening) and examine the contents intently. You matter-of-factly tell me to remove my clothes and lay across the bed. As I'm removing my clothes, You pull the cover from the bed and place a long strap underneath the foot of the mattress. Before I lay down, You have me cross my arms behind my back and You secure the a length of nylon rope. I then lay down, spread my legs as You instruct, and allow You secure my ankles to the ends of the strap You placed underneath the mattress. I lay there helpless, as You toy with my bound cock and balls.

My balls and cock have become tight and sensitive from being bound and the teasing You have given them all through the evening. You know this of course and use it to Your advantage. You ask me if I'd like to cum and I eagerly reply, "Yes, Mistress, please."

You only smile and say, "Not yet."

With that You get up and place a blindfold over my eyes. The next thing I feel are clamps biting into my nipples, and wince a bit as they take hold. To make sure they are secure, You flick each of them with Your finger, and I cry out at the suddenness of the sensation surging through my body.

I sense You move away and start to remove Your clothes. You lay back on the bed again and resume toying with my cock. Quickly I am on the edge again and warn You that I am about to cum. You answer by again flicking the clamps on my nipples. After my cry of agony subsides, You resume stroking my cock. We repeat this scenario several times, with You bringing me to the edge each time and controlling my urge through the torment inflicted on my nipples. My cock is so sensitive and my balls so tight that I wonder how long the torment of my nipples will control my urge to cum.

After awhile of this game, You move to position Yourself straddling my face and gently lower Your luscious pussy to my eager tongue. As my tongue does contact Your pussy, You give an evil twist again to the nipple clamps. I know, though, that I must continue to deliver pleasure to You, and my licks and sucks on Your pussy approach a feverish pace. 

As I pleasure Your pussy, I'm rewarded a bit by Your stroking of my cock, but You continue to warn me I am not yet allowed to cum. Every once in awhile, You emphasize this warning with another flick on the nipple clamps. You also adjust the binding around my cock, making sure the part encircling the shaft of my cock and very tightly concentrated around the base of it. 

My efforts to pleasure You are proving to be fruitful. I feel Your juices running across my face. You are beginning to rock on me in rhythm to my licks and sucks. You now seem to be just stroking my cock and offering no further warnings. Soon You tell me You are ready for me to cum, but only when You say so. You start counting backwards from ten. 

"Ten," You say, as You settle Your pussy closer onto my face.

"Nine," You continue.

After a pause, You breathe out an "Eight," and pull longingly on my sensitive cock.

"Seven," comes after an even longer pause, and I wonder if I can hold out for the count.

"Six," You exclaim, as I can sense Your own excitement rising.

You wait again for a few more agonizing seconds, before exclaiming, "Five!"

My mind is racing, trying to concentrate on both Your pleasure and my control.

I'm relived to hear to finally say, "Four."

Your motions in rhythm with my tongue intensify as You squeak out a "Three."

My breathing is nearly non-existent as Your pussy covers my face and I feel Your juices flowing across me. Your legs tighten around my head as You practically scream out, "Two."

I can feel the shuddering from Your orgasm and You exclaim, "One!"

Finally You grab my cock and stroke vigorously, telling me, "Cum, my pet, cum now!"

The seed shoots out of my like a cannon set off. I wish that I could see how high it shoots.

You collapse beside me on the bed and rest a bit before untying me and allowing me under the covers with You. I know that the morning will bring a renewed vigor to Your sweetly sadistic torment of me. 



The Visit



I have often wondered what it would be like to come and visit you. I would love to see your town and more importantly, you. I think I would come in May or early June... I would maybe wear white slacks with a silky red or pink blouse, low healed shoes, my pearl studs and a very big smile. I could picture my flight and feel the excitement. Then the cab ride over to your house and the slow walk up to your house. I can even see you opening the door for me and taking my suitcase as you invite me in. 

Of course I would be coming to visit you just as a friend so you would take my suitcase and show me to the guestroom. I bet it would be lovely. You would offer me a drink and I would slip off my shoes and we would sit outside sipping a beer and chatting in your garden. You would tell me how glad you were that I came and I would smile back and tell you how nice it was to be there. 

We would put some steaks on the BBQ, toss a salad and throw some potatoes in the oven to bake. As you grilled we would sip another beer and chat some more. You would convince me that I must try the wine because it is really good. After dinner we would tidy up (since neither of us could stand to leave the mess) and go into the living room and relax with the rest of the wine. 

We would cover all the things we had discussed before and we would keep telling each other how we couldn't believe this visit was really happening. I would pretend I did not see your eyes as they wandered over my body. We would, of course skirt many sexual topics - never really giving in - just teasing each other. I would feel so relaxed from the wine but tired from the trip and I would ask you if I could take a bath before heading to bed. 'Of course' you would say, 'go ahead.'

Generously pouring bubble bath into the tub, the water pressure would cause the bubbles to almost overflow. The soft pretty scent would slip under the door and I can almost hear you inhaling deeply trying to capture the fragrance on the other side of the door. Sinking deep into the warm water and soft bubbles, I would call out to you and of course you being the gentleman that you are would just yell through the door and not come in. But I would insist. You would open it and peek in to see only my brunette head above a huge mound of white bubbles and the fragrance would hit you between the eyes and make you harden right where you stood. I would smile and ask you to bring us some more wine and suggest that you come in and visit with me. 

Finally I would convince you to join me. You would then lower the lid on the commode and sit sipping your own wine after you handed me my glass. I would be so tired and relaxed from the bath, wine and great company I would close my eyes while yours would strain to peek through the bubbles. We would talk about our plans and the things we could do while I was visiting. When you become silent I would open my eyes to see you kneeling next to the tub. Your hand would slide beneath the water to slide up the inside of my leg. I would smile and my eyes would encourage you to continue. Your hands would push away the bubbles so you could peek at my breasts for the very first time. Just the look from your eyes would harden my nipples. Your hand would slide up and down my legs, teasingly close to my centre but not touching me. I would even move a little to allow you access but you would avoid me, teasing me as we both know I would want you to touch me there. 

I would have had enough of your teasing so I would try to tease you right back. I would put down my wineglass and stand up. Water would run down with clumps of bubbles getting caught on the hilly terrain of my body before loosening and falling with the water back into the tub. Smiling down at you still kneeling, I would lift one leg to step out of the tub knowing full well that you could see my shaven lips as I did so. I would reach for the fluffy towel but you would stand up and grab it from my hand to pat my skin dry yourself. 

You would start at my neck and pat down my chest and tummy, turning me gently to dry my back, bum and legs. Then you would dry my feet and up the inside of my legs. I would open them slightly so you could pat the towel there, but you would only pat me once before you knelt down again to kiss me. I would feel the breath whoosh out of my lungs from the contact of your lips on my nether lips. Ironically, we have not even kissed each other on the mouth yet. I would feel the heat of your breath as your tongue flicked over my clit and then as it slid across my smooth shaven lips. I would lift my leg and place it on the wet tub ledge to open myself for you. I would close my eyes but I would feel your eyes on me; looking closely at that special part of me. Just you looking at me like that would cause the natural moisture of my body to flow. You would see it glisten on the thin lips and you would reach in to taste me. Your mouth no longer teasing but pushing in deep to taste me… really taste me. 

When you felt my legs weaken, you would know that I was about to collapse so you would move away taking me by my hand to lead me to your room. You would be fully clothed with me naked standing at the foot of your bed. Finally, you would pull me into your arms for our first kiss. Your hands would slide up and down my bare back before cupping my ass to pull me onto your erection. My hand would sneak down between us because I would want to desperately touch you. My fingers would cup and squeeze you gently making you moan. 

I would step back to help you undress and when you were naked too, we would hug to enjoy the fantastic feel of skin on bare skin. My breasts would crush into your chest; tummy to tummy, your hands would grip my ass and pull me tight.. After kissing me once again, we would pull apart just to look at each other. Realizing that we could no longer take this slow and easy, we would hastily crawl onto the bed. I would go first making sure my ass was up as I crawled to the top of the bed to the pillows, knowing that I was teasing and tantalizing you with the view between my legs. You would scramble up close behind me as if you didn't want to be parted for even a moment. Turning over as I reached the top, I would feel the warmth of your skin as your body would fall over me and your hands would hold mine up beside my head as you kiss me hard. 

The kisses would no longer be slow and lingering but passionate and eager. Your head would lower to suck on a hardened nipple, almost biting it before your hot mouth clasped over the other one. Your hands would be holding mine still. Your face would lower to kiss my tummy and your lips would graze the soft bit of hair that covers my pubis. You would inhale deeply; to capture the scent of the bubbles or me, I am not sure which. But I do know your cock would be pressing against my leg telling me that you liked whichever scent it was. I would even feel the first moisture of precum on my thigh as you would slide further down to place your hands on my ass and open my legs for more. The thumbs on both your hands would open my lips wide so your eyes could feast on the pink moist skin hidden away and shown only in these most intimate of moments. Your tongue would slip out to flick at my clit and my ass would tighten in your palms as it would lift from the bed. Liking my reaction, your face would come in closer for more. Your tongue would delve deep inside and retract as if your tongue was a little cock and it was fucking me. I would moan and whisper yes... so quietly, you would not even be sure you heard it. Your tongue would fuck me continuously and my cunt would just get wetter and wetter. You could tell when I was about to cum so you would lift your mouth to close your lips over my clit and you would suck it - hard. I would lift and buck and you would feel my ass cheeks tremble in your hands as I erupted. I would come. You would open my lips again so you could see the shiny liquid as it painted the pink skin and your tongue would slide over the smooth surface to taste it all. The scent of my arousal would mingle with all the other scents in the room. As the tension would ease out of my body, you would try to touch my clit but I would move from you. It would be too sensitive for you to touch it again so soon. 

My hand would slide down to grip your cock and I would pull you up to me. I would place the pillows behind my head and ask you to fuck my face. You would slide up and straddle my chest and as you sat down slightly I would feel your balls as they rested between my breasts. We would both feel it; the warmth and the tension. My hand would grip you and pull you to me and I would open my mouth as I looked into your eyes. I would see so much passion there I would have to look away. My mouth would close over your cock. I would hear you moan. 

My tongue would slide across the head tasting the precum that was seeping from you. The bulbous tip would be soft and smooth. I would slide my tongue across the slit and would try to poke it inside, just a little. My hand would grip your shaft tighter, sliding up and down very slowly. I would hold you in my mouth and I would refuse to move. I would take your hands and place them in my hair on either side of my head and tell you with my eyes, that if you want to come you would have to fuck my face. Slowly you would slide in and out of my lips as you gripped my hair gently. My hand would slip under to cup your balls and I would feel your grip tighten in my hair as I touched you. Your hips would push forward and I would moan in pleasure as I know you could not move slowly anymore. Almost frantic now, you would grip my hair and fuck my face as my hand cupped your balls tighter and it would slide along the smooth path to your anus. I would feel your cock swell even more in my mouth and I would feel your pace increase as would our passion. I would feel the tightness of your balls and I would know that you are going to come soon. I would suck you in, making my mouth grip you tightly as I could. My fingers would tease your ass and push on that special spot. I would hear you moan and I would know you are about to come. I would feel you grip my hair and tense up, thrusting, moaning and groaning as the air escaped from your mouth. You would scream my name. My fingers would press tight; on that special spot; preventing you from coming. 

You would cum though; although you would not release your seed. You couldn't. You would feel the entire orgasm without ejecting anything. I would let you slip from my mouth and when I would let go of that 'spot', you would come again. This time you would spew hot white come all over my face, neck and breasts. I would watch your face screw up as if you were in pain. Ohhhh, but what pain! I would feel your body go limp as you collapsed gently on my body before rolling to the side to rest next to me. 

When you could finally speak, you would whisper as if that was all you had the strength to do. You would remind me that you are not 19 anymore and that it would take awhile for you to recover, but when you do you will fuck me like I have never been fucked before. I would just smile and tell you not to worry, because I had planned on staying awhile. That's of course, if I really came to visit you.

© Misty's Erotic Stories, 2005



The Visit



John was in his room doing basically nothing. His parents were packing for vacation. They had been planning this trip for months. It was their first cruise. John was going to have a quiet week at home before returning to college next month. He thought about spending some time with his friends or going to the beach.

The phone rang. He could hear his mother talking to Aunt Helen. She always seemed excited when she talked with her sister. His mother was explaining their preparations for the trip. He was not paying close attention but he did hear her say she was sorry they would be away that weekend. She then said, "I will talk with John". He wondered what she needed to discuss with him.

His mother came to his room. "Your cousin Corrine has graduated from high school. She has planned a trip to visit her friends before college starts. She was hoping to come here for a day. She already has her tickets. I reminded Helen that we would be gone but thought that maybe you could pick her up from the airport."

Cori was two years younger than John. When the kids were growing up they lived nearby. The families did things together. John had a big sister and Cori's sister was the same age. When they all got together the older girls would go off on their own leaving Cori and John to play by themselves.

When they went to the beach John would bring a large inner tube. He would paddle the tube out to the middle of the lake with Cori tagging along. Late in the summer when the water was warm he floated on the tube basking in the sun. She would swim around and crawl up his back and put her arms around his neck. They lay there on the inner tube listening to the voices back on shore. John's father said they looked like a couple of tadpoles.

One day John and Cori went to the swamp to get pussy willows. They came back muddy and wet. John's mother was angry. "You know you're not supposed to go to the swamp."

"It was Cori's idea," said John.

"That's no excuse," she answered. "You're older. When you two are together you are responsible." John did not think that was fair but he could see it was going to be a rule.

Sometimes their parents went out together. When they did the kids would all stay at one house or the other. One evening the parents were out and the older girls also had plans. John and Cori were left alone together.

Around nine in the evening Cori asked John, "Can I stay up to watch TV?"

John answered, "Do what you want. I'm not your baby sitter."

"Yes you are," she said. She liked to tease him. He tried to look annoyed but he liked it.

The kids sometimes slept over. The two older sisters would go off to their room to listen to music and gossip.

Cori would stay in John's room. There were two beds in his room. Cori liked to read his comics. He had a stack of them and she didn't have any at her home. He would let her read them only if she would read aloud to him.

They would put on their pajamas and get in his bed. She held the comic up to read while he lay beside her close enough to see the pictures.

One evening when he was 12 years old Cori was reading comics to him. She was holding up the comic. He saw small mounds under her pajamas rising and falling as she read. He put his hand on her breast. His fingers explored one and then the other. He could not stop. Her little buds excited him. Cori continued reading. She did not seem to notice his new interest.

John's mother called up, "It's time to go to bed."

Cori left his bed and got into her own. He turned off the light. "Goodnight," she said in a soft voice. John pondered his new feelings toward his cousin.

They did not have any sleepovers after that night. It may have been a coincidence but John wondered. The next year Cori's father got a job in Iowa and their family moved away. Aunt Helen would sometimes come to visit her sister but the families never had a chance to get together.

John answered his mother, "I guess, if she's only staying one day, I could pick her up." His mother's voice told him that she had mixed feelings. On the one hand, they were almost like a single family but on the other hand it was not clear to her that two young adults should be alone in the house. 

John's sister was away for the summer. John could sense that his mother was concerned so he tried to sound disinterested. She seemed relieved. He could read her like a book.

John waited at the terminal. He recognized Cori instantly. She hadn't changed much since she was 11. She only looked a little more grown-up. She seemed pleased to see him.

Cori put her things in his sister's room. They decided to go out to the lake for a swim. This trip was for his cousin to relive her childhood before she went to college. They took the inner tube. It was late in the summer and the water was warm. Cori remarked at how nothing had changed.

The pushed the tube out into the lake. John rested his arms on the tube and felt the water lapping his back. Cori swam around behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders and pressed her body against his. He could sense that she liked the muscles he had developed in the last seven years.

They went to the Dairy Queen for dinner. Cori seemed happy to be back in the town where she grew up. He asked her, "What do you do in Iowa?".

She answered, "When we're not watching the corn grow we work on our samplers."

He enjoyed her teasing.

It was getting dark. Cori asked, "Do you still have your comic books?"

He answered, "In my room."

She asked, "Can I read them?"

He thought back to their last sleepover. "Sure, if you read them to me."

They changed into their pajamas. John was feeling a little guilty. He was thinking about having Cori in his bed. Maybe he should not be thinking about that. He remembered that their parents considered him responsible.

Her little mounds had grown. As she read he put his hand on a breast. He caressed the contour. The nipple stiffened. He took it between his thumb and finger and gave a little squeeze. It stiffened further.

He was not sure how far he could go before she started to feel uncomfortable. He decided to move slowly and give her plenty of opportunity to stop him. He opened one button of her pajamas. She did not seem to notice. He opened the other two buttons and pushed the fabric to the side. She continued to read.

He cupped her small breast in his hand and kneaded it. Her breathing became deeper. He moved his hand down over her stomach. She lay with her legs slightly parted as his fingers moved in. She was wet. His finger slid over her clitoris. He pushed in and found resistance.

She was a virgin.

He said, "Oh, sorry."

She told him, "It's okay."

What did that mean? Was it okay for him to go this far? Or could he go ahead and masturbate her? Or was she giving him permission to take her all the way?

He could imagine her leaving the house in tears. Would she tell her mother? Would her mother tell his mother? Would they all tell him he was responsible because he was older? These thoughts flashed through his mind but they had no effect on his actions. He would go as far as she would let him.

She put down the comic. He stripped off her pajamas and his own. His penis was hard and straight. She lay on the bed waiting for his next move. His cousin smiled as she noted his response to her long naked body.

He placed his penis at her opening. She didn't protest. He pushed a little. She pushed back a little. He pushed harder. She winced. He popped through the barrier.

She was so tight. It was difficult for him to enter her. Cori gave a little frown as she concentrated. She did not seem to be enjoying this too much. He did not want to cum and leave her unfulfilled.

John pulled out. He went to his sister's room. He knew that she kept some sex toys in her panty drawer. He found a dildo and lubricated it well. It slid in without too much trouble. He moved it gently in and out of his cousin. Her vagina relaxed. She planted her feet on the bed to help him thrust deeper.

He removed the fake penis and put in his own. This time he probed easily deep into the slippery passage. Their bodies locked together. Cori spread her legs. Her nipples pushed into his chest. They thrust against each other until she started gulping. She held him tight as they came together. Her cousin slept in his bed that night.

The next morning he drove her to the airport. They stopped to say goodbye before she got in the security line. She leaned in and hugged him as they kissed.

He wanted to drag her back home and throw her in his bed. He wondered if she were having misgivings about last night.

He said, "It was lucky my parents were gone."

She answered, "You were a great babysitter."

He was glad. She wasn't mad at him. They hugged some more. He tried to sound responsible, "It's time to go."

She turned and started walking away and then looked back and grinned at him, "It wasn't luck." 



The Visit



I swear it was reflex that made me take a sip of the coffee. Mostly reflex. I was also a little nervous, as I tend to be when meeting a new partner. Whatever the cause, I paid dearly for my action. The coffee was old and cold, bitter acid on my tongue and in my stomach. I simply sighed, shook my head, and accepted my punishment. My beverage of choice is tea. I consider coffee the ironic curse of a playful deity upon Type-A personalities and toadies. The only reason I had a cup of coffee in my hand was because they were out of tea, even the foul, mass-market 'stems in a bag' stuff, and I wanted the seat.

The seat was decent. Not particularly comfortable, but with a magnificent view of the terminal. In particular it allowed me to see the entrance from the tramway. Ella would emerge from the tunnels at this point and I would be able to see her from my perch. It seems somewhat predatory to think in these terms and that always pains me. I have no particular dislike of women. To the contrary, I think they are marvelous examples of the genius of the aforementioned deity. Proof positive of intelligent design. Surely nothing so lovely as the female form was formed by happenstance. I certainly intended no harm to Ms. Ella Spence and intended to labor long and hard to ensure that the next week was one she would remember fondly. No, my aim was not predation but, rather, control. It would not do at all, at all, to be waiting for her by the entrance. She must come to me.

Pretty damn ridiculous, isn't it? She flies a thousand plus miles at her own expense to visit me, and yet it's the last hundred meters that will establish the idea that she is coming to me. But that's the way it works. It also helps to give the appearance of being at ease. We would both be nervous, but she would be standing in front of me. Standing creates tension. Sitting allows for the release of tension. It also helps to have a 'servant'. In my case, Ivan. Ivan is just a limo driver, hired for the evening. But Ella wouldn't know that. Not that it would have mattered if she did. The principle remains sound. My servant meets her, the lesser servant, and escorts her to me. Little details do the most to shape our perceptions, and sex is largely something that happens in the mind.

She spotted Ivan, more precisely the little sign Ivan was holding, at the same time I spotted her. She walked over to him and they exchanged a few words, each assuring the other that they had found who they were looking for. Then he escorted her to the escalator up to my level and over to my table. I watched her as she walked, flat shoes, a simple sundress, a back-pack. So simple, and so elegant. I had her give her baggage claim check to Ivan and gave her a glass of water. We greeted each other and went through the paperwork to mutually verify identities, ages, health, etc... Oh so boring, and so very necessary. The real world must be accomodated before fantasy can begin. When we were done I called Ivan on my cell phone and had him bring the limo around.

The limo isn't anything special. It's large enough that two people can sit facing each other and has a partition between the passengers and the driver. That's all I need so that's all I rent. Ella sat facing me, back to the driver. I climbed in and turned on the video camera. The video camera is largely a gimmick. I don't keep the tapes. I use it because it makes my partner self-concious and the spotlight on the camera blinds them. Ella could see my body, but not my face; the camera sat on the window ledge behind me, the spotlight immediately next to my head. Ivan hates the glare it creates, but that's why I tip well.

We talked on the way to my home. The words were largely unimportant, they had all been said before, repeated in conversations via the electronic ether. My interest was in the emotions behind the words. Ella talked and I listened and observed. My partners always seem to expect a scene out of The Story of O or a limo-ravishing. But I want to build a deeper fantasy than this, so I take my time. A feast well prepared rather than a quick snack. I ordered Ella to keep her feet shoulder width apart, her knees separated, and her hands on the seat next to her. Nothing more. The position is not precisely chaste, but neither is it in any way vulgar. What it suggested was largely left to Ella's imagination and her musings would be far more powerful than any action I could take at that point. For my part, the simple act of having her obey my command accelerated my pulse. Is there anything more wonderful than an obedient woman carefully listening for your every command?

Her body language screamed nervous and whispered excited. She licked her lips, repeatedly, and I thought of five ways I wanted to enjoy them. Her leg muscles twitched, a slow nervous tick that she tried to repress. She struggled, oh so self-conciously, trying to become comfortable. First hunching her shoulders, then pressing them back, an action that lifted her breasts beneath the fabric of the dress. I thought of several things I wanted to do with those breasts. Her hands fidgeted, and she kept having to remind herself that she couldn't put them into her lap and fold herself into a protective shell. The body has a language all it's own. It's relatively simple to learn to read that language. But you can also use that language to manipulate people. Putting Ella into an open body posture, even one so innocous as that I had specified, made her feel exposed and defenseless before me.

We arrived outside my home well after 9pm. The timing is, of course, significant. Ella would be physically stressed over the next several hours. I wanted her tired and off balance to begin with. It's useful in so many different ways, and also because when she began to get more rest she would associate the feeling of increased well-being with me. It accelerates the trust process. Too, by arriving in the darkness, Ella was effectively blind. She had been staring into a bright light for 45 minutes and couldn't see anything more than a large vaguely shaped darkness with a poorly lit red door in the center of it. And I took her into that looming darkness through the red door in the wall. Or, rather, I ordered her in. Alone and carrying her suitcase and backpack she had to stumble into the unknown. I tipped Ivan, thanked him for his work and followed her.

I think of it as the reception room. It's stark and forbidding. It has the feel of a torture chamber, a primitive clinical atmosphere. Bare walls of natural earth, a floor covered in brown tile, an enormous old wardrobe, a long metal table, and a single light hanging from the ceiling to create an island of light surrounded by darkness. More than one partner has screamed at the sight, carried away by the buidling tension. I told Ella to empty her luggage and backpack onto the steel table and to remove her clothing. She was eager to obey and enthusiastically dumped the contents out by simply opening the bags and upending them. I gathered a string bag and a canvas sack from the wardrobe and walked back to the table. Ella was trying to avoid attempting to cover herself, sudden modesty overcoming her bravado of a moment before. I ignored her and sorted through her belongings. When I had pulled out everything I was going to permit her to keep, mostly personal hygiene objects, I told her to put the rest in the canvas sack. The sack and the luggage went into a space in the wardrobe that was padlocked. The padlock is meaningless, but every single one of my partners shudders when they hear the lock click shut. The string bag went on a hook next to the blue door, the second entrance to the room.

I took Ella by the arm and pulled her over to one side of the room, facing her to the wall a few feet away. I went back to the big cupboard, behind her, and pulled out everything we needed. Ella's ankles went into a pair of rubber cuffs, one to each ankle, which were then attached to rings in the floor, a little more than shoulder width apart. Her wrists went into rubber cuffs which attached to a rope running through a ring in the ceiling. I pulled the rope tight, slowly lifting her until she was resting on the balls of her feet, arms raised high above her head, and then secured it. A quick turn of the handle started the water falling out of the nozzle above her head. Cold water. Icy. She gasped in shock and lost her balance, fighting to regain it. I left the water running and filled a bucket half-full with powdered soap and hot water. Stirring it with a long-handled brush I returned to Ella.

The water was cascading down on her, running down over her face. She had to blow water out with each breath. I noted she was trying to support herself on her feet and having increasing difficulty as the water made the tile floor slippery. I knew that her calves would begin to ache very quickly, then she would try to support herself with her arms, which would compress her lungs and make breathing more difficult, particularly with the water pouring down. I waited until I saw the calve muscles start to shake and then turned the water off. Circling her I used the brush to throw soapy water all over her.

The human body is an amazing thing, particularly the mind and the nerves that feed it information. That soapy water wasn't very hot. I use hotter water in my daily shower, but as I flung brushfulls of it at her, Ella reacted as if a whip was being applied to her body. To her nerves the temperature differential made the water feel scalding hot. I criss-crossed her body with lines of warm water, watching the muscle twitching reactions of her body after each 'stroke'. Then I began to scrub. That brush is a sham. It looks like an industrial scrubbing tool and, to someone with her nerves in a heightened state of awareness and her mind in the proper state of receptiveness, it feels like an industrial scrubbing tool. But it's actually very soft, a brush for washing your back. Ella reacted as I had hoped, arching away from the brush with a small cry. I gave her a light swat across the ass with the back of the brush and, in my best gruff voice, ordered her to be still. Then I scrubbed her skin lightly, hitting every inch of it. Her face I washed with a cloth and her hair with my hands, standing behind her and pulling her head back as far as it would go. Then I turned the cold water on again and walked over to the sink to clean up. It only takes a minute, but my partners swear it feels like ten.

I untied the rope and lowered her. Most of my partners can't stand at this point, between the exertion and the numbing effect of the ice water and Ella did not prove to be an exception. She went to her knees. I left her there for a moment, letting her really feel the position, her weak legs spread and kneeling in front of a clothed dominant, arms raised above her head by the rope. Her body tingling and telling her that it needed more oxygen. Then I released her cuffed hands from the rope and undid the connections between her ankle cuffs and the rings. She crawled to the metal table at my direction, breasts swaying so slightly beneath her. I swear that moment takes more self-control than I can possibly describe. I wanted her. I wanted to be pushing into her, to hear her gasping and thanking me, calling my name. And instead I helped her climb up onto the table and lie on her back.

I spent five minutes securing her. This may seem like a long time, and it is, but I am meticulous in this regard. Compulsive perhaps? Anal? Whatever. I like to think of it as safety conciousness. What was coming next was possibly the most dangerous act we would undertake all week. When she was secured I ran a fingernail up the inside of her upper thigh. Her body jumped and I judged that she needed to be more tightly secured. The next time I tested by lightly pinching one of her labia. She reacted, but the restraints held her body still. I was gratified to note that even in her shivering state, the folds of her sex were warm and swollen.

I placed a cloth on the table between her legs, took a pair of small scissors and began to trim her pubic hair. I pulled each clump taut, lifting the skin beneath, between finger and thumb and then cut as close to the skin as I dared. Snip. Snip. Snip. I took my time, and a few minutes into the operation I could smell her excitement. The faint musk grew steadily stronger as I patiently trimmed her. When I was done, I took the cloth and emptied it into a trash can. A second cloth, soaked in hot water was carefully applied to her mons. She moaned as it touched her skin. I pressed it into place and then walked over to clean up the shower area.

It only took a few minutes and then I returned to Ella. I used a safety razor and aloe vera gel to remove the stubble. The razor scraped over her soft flesh as I very carefully removed every last bit of hair. When I was satisfied that I was done, a third rag, also soaked in hot water, went over her now bare mons. I cleaned up the shaving gear and went back. Removing the hot rag I slowly rubbed aloe into the pink flesh. She moaned as I worked, thanking me for touching her. I noted the gleam of moisture on her folds and the soft swelling. I chuckled and blew across them, causing her body to tense and pulling a sharp cry from her. Then I washed my hands and released her from the table, removing also her ankle and wrist cuffs. I told her to kneel by the blue door.

Then I asked her "Do you submit to me according to the conditions we have discussed?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

I grasped her hair and twisted her head to look up at me. "Then I am your master," I told her. "Enter my home."

I opened the blue door and she crawled into my courtyard. I followed with the string bag, closing and locking the door behind me. 



The Visit



I'd come 3000 miles to visit her. We had known each other for years online and become good friends, but finally business had brought me to California. After a day of seminars she picked me up at my hotel. 

When I first saw her my heart skipped a beat, she was far more beautiful in person than in a computer graphic image. Her blonde hair shimmered in the California sun. She wore a pink tight knit one piece dress pulled down off her shoulders that tried to take the place of her obviously missing bra allowing her breasts to move so sensuously when she walked. Her high heels accentuated her long and graceful legs. 

We hugged as we met and exchanged chit chat as we walked to her 2005 Yellow Corvette convertible. Reaching the drivers side first I opened her door for her and as she got in she made no effort to cover her see through panties – exposed buy her short skirt – revealing her beautiful shaved pussy. She flashed a smile as I closed the door and walked to the passenger side. 

We had dinner at a nice restaurant. Had a little too much wine and proceeded to a dance club near by. I hadn't danced in ages but another cocktail cured that excuse and soon we were on the floor. I had noticed all evening the looks other men gave her. But the more they looked the more she seemed to le me know in subtle ways she was with me. Gentle touches, a sexy flash of forbidden skin now and then were clearly meant to say "I'm yours tonight and want them to be envious as hell". During a slow dance though, things began to change. When we came into each others arms and our hips met, it became obvious to her what I had been thinking. She smiled as she held me close pressing firmer against my stiff cock and I softly cradled her ass in my hands. We began kissing as we danced. Soft sensuous barely touching kisses. Kisses made while looking deep into each others eyes knowing that we both wanted something else to happen.

As the song ended I pulled her close and we kissed passionately for a few seconds, as we turned to see several couples watching us, I took her by the hand and led her too the door feeling the eyes watching as we left. 

As we got in the car behind the building I once again opened the door for her but this time when she sat down she pulled my hips close and began gently rubbing my balls. She looked up at me from her seat as she unzipped my pants and took my cock gently in her hands. I watched as her warm lips engulfed my cock as she made love to it with her mouth. 

I had never been so hard.

Hearing me moan she took it all the way to the hilt and rubber her tongue around it in her warm mouth gently sucking and tasting the precum that was oozing out by now. I wanted to take her head in my hands and enjoy this incredible blow job but I backed out, knelt down and kissed her again. I suggested my hotel would be a better place and she smiled and gripped my cock for a second as she started the car.

On the way we drove with mounting passion. She made sure my cock stayed out and hard while I reached over softly rubbing her nipples and the hot wet clit between her legs. In the dark only truckers were enjoying the show but the corvette soon left them high and horny from the site they had just seen.

Someone entering the hotel a few minutes after we arrived would have an interesting experience. They would have found a thin gold belt and some shear panties in the elevator, still wet. If they examined the walls closely they would have seen one was dented in just slightly where she had hopped up and wrapped her legs around me as I pinned her to the wall and made love as the elevator rose. A mans shoe would be found in the hall just short of my room and Right inside the door, a pair of trousers, the other shoe and some high heels. A few feet from that, boxer shorts and a golf shirt and the pink knit dress that I had pulled over her head before leaning her back and sucking he nipples while we stood embraced.

When we got to the bed we fell and lay together passionately kissing. Our hands searched for erogenous zones and rubbed them softly raising our heart rates and passion to higher levels. I lay on my back and soon she had straddled my face offering me her shaved pussy which I began kissing softly as she leaned on the forward with both hands braced on the head board. I reached up and gently rubbing her nipples and took her clit between my lips playing with it with my tongue. She moaned-her hips grinding slowly. When my tongue found its way inside her she arched her back and monad a soft "oh fuck" as she rubbed her tits placing her hands on top of mine. Her grinding became more intense and so in a smooth motion a laid her on the bed and raised her legs to my shoulders... inserting my cock in her cunt all the way. She grabbed the sheets in her hands clenching them as she once again arched her back, eyes wide with pleasure moaning "Oh my god yes!" I began making love to her slowly, bending down and kissing her as I stayed on my raised arms looking down at her. Teasingly, I held the head of my cock so that it just entered her vagina as a moved..... Maybe an inch in then all the way out. We were both moaning now. After while, and a few soft pleads from her to fuck her harder, she had grabbed my ass and FORCED me in deeper-actually taking control as if I was a big human dildo and she was using my ass to push my dick in as deep as she wanted it. Faster faster faster......

I lowered her legs form my shoulders and she rolled on top of me in a sexy motion that kept my dick inside her. Once on top she began riding me and I laid back and enjoyed it. Her breasts bounced wildly as her motion carried her up and down, occasionally stopping to grind my dick with her hips. When she leaned down breathing heavily and lay on my chest I grabbed her ass and took control. I knew she wanted me to fuck her hard and fast. She kissed me deep and hard moaning inside my mouth as I lifted her hips up and down by her soft ass. Her hair hanging all around my head as we looked in each others eyes.

Again, rolling over still inside her I lay on top of her still kissing her as we made love. Then she wrapped her legs around me and held me tight. I don't know why... but that began to take me over the edge. I whispered in her ear I was going to come but I wanted her to. I told her in broken breathless words I'd try to hold back. That only made her start moving frantically in motion with me. Clawing my back now... Legs tight around my waist-one hand moving down and grabbing my ass hard again. I sensed her beginning to tense. She was starting to scream the way only the power of an impending orgasm can make you scream. And that was it... I could hold back no longer. I lifted up on my arms and started fucking faster than I ever had in my life. My balls hitting her cunt...slap,slap,slap,slap,slap, slap....and then they contracted...I moaned a deep guttural moan as they shot the hot cum inside her cunt . She pulled me back down on her and locked our mouths together screaming and I knew that she was going to cum. I could tell the moment it happened. Somewhere at the base of her spine the tingle started. It manifested in her as an incredible desire to have my cock in her as deep as she could get it, so she held me tighter and forced her cunt on to my shaft. As the feeling reached its peak it shot up her spine causing her to arch once again now she could feel it fill her body. Down her legs making them want to extend and contract at the same time then out her arms to her fingers shooting out her fingertips digging them in to my back. Frantic spasms of pleasure wracked her body.

And in an instant it was gone, leaving behind an incredible warm glow throughout her entire being.

When she collapsed I kept slowly making love to her as my dick began to soften. Kissing her gently feeling her chest heave against mine as we gasped for breath, covered in sweat. I backed out if her and as a I did my balls let go with a final spray of cum that landed on her inner thigh and began to run down her leg. As I rolled off of her she reached down and wiped it up like candy and held her finger in front of my mouth dripping with cum. I sucked it off gently and she kissed me softly again massaging my dick as we shared in the saltiness. She went down on my now limp dick again sucking hard to get all the cum, massaging my balls moaning softly. Then she lay on top of me again.

I don't know how long we lay there looking into each others eyes. Silent. Smiling. Searching each others soul as we gasped for breath. I began to realize that I even wanted to take her breath in - Inhaling with each of her exhales, savoring her scent, living every moment as if time stood still. Soon she laid her head on my chest and I stroked her hair. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding. After many long moments I realized she was asleep. I could see in the mirror she had a sweet smile on her face.

The next morning we showered together sharing some more sensuous moments. Drying each other off us cuddled close kissing softly. We dressed laughing at the trail of clothes and noticed as we left the panties and belt weren't in the elevator. I dared her to check lost and found. The clerk just smiled wry smile and said he had the belt. We laughed all the way to the car.

When she dropped me off at the airport there was a sweet sadness. I'd always remember the passion-and that for one night-in one hotel room in California, the earth had shaken for us. 



The Visit



As always my thanks to Jeanette for her genius editing, thanks also to leather n lace

you are always in my thoughts, and also rumblepur and snowy for more help than they know.

*

Kat woke suddenly, wondering where she was, and then remembered she was on an 8 hour flight over the Atlantic, from her home in Springfield, on her way at last to visit her online Dom. They had chatted for a while as friends in Literotica then took it that stage further as she submitted to Him. Her online Master was Alan. He already had a submissive at home, but all parties accepted the other knowing this was as far as the relationship between them would go, mainly online but with frequent visits to one another. Anyway Kat was already great friends with Jean, Master's full time submissive; there was even a sexual attraction between both girls.

Kat looked at her watch as the seatbelt sign came on "Oh God!" she thought, "Did I sleep all that time? I'm not even changed ready for Sir" remembering Alan had given her strict instructions how she was to be dressed. Knowing Alan was the gentlest of men, though the strictest of Masters when needed, she felt He would forgive this indiscretion in the circumstances. With these thoughts in her head Kat waited nervously as the plane came into land at Newcastle Airport.

Alan and Jean stood waiting at the gate, talking quietly. Both were lost in their thoughts. Alan's 6' 3" frame towering over Jean's 5' 7" as they watched the gate intently, He wondered if she would be dressed as He ordered, but did not totally expect it as a white see through blouse, no bra, loose skirt, no panties, and hold up stockings were not the comfiest clothing to wear on a long flight. At last the doors opened and Kat stepped through. She was 5' 6" blonde, and beautiful, not supermodel thin, but, like Jean, curved and soft. Alan looked into her eyes as she approached seeing her nerves. She looked ready too turn and board the plane again. He turned and whispered into Jean's ear. "Follow Me, she needs controlling from now, to snap her back to reality." 

"Yes Master" Jean replied with a slight smile. She knew her Master may be strict now with Kat but it would be done with love and kindness.

Kat walked over towards her Master and Jean. She noticed Sir whisper into Jean's ear and a slight smile flit across Jean's face. She was surprised when a stern frown came over Alan's face. Kat's anxieties where bad enough, she was ready to turn tail and run, straight back onto the plane. Instead she trusted Sir and kept walking towards Him. When they met, Jean reached for her first kissing her cheeks and hugging, before Alan took her in His powerful arms, giving Kat a long deep kiss. Alan whispered into Kat's ear. 

"Well, slut?" Kat started. He rarely called her slut, only when she seriously displeased Him. "At last you're here, just a pity you've blotted your copybook before we've even started." 

"My apologies, Sir. I overslept on the flight and did not have time to change before disembarking." Kat replied. 

Alan looked at Jean, "Take this slut to the ladies room and make sure she dresses properly." 

Jean hesitated slightly before replying, "Yes, Sir" 

"Quickly now! I don't want to have to punish you both. We have a long drive ahead." 

"Yes Master" both subs said aloud together startling people walking by, except a knowing smile from one couple, a slight bow off the head from one Dom to another, the heads off all 3 submissive's dropping slightly as they all looked and smiled together. The other couple moved quickly on hurrying home for their fun on return from holiday.

The ladies rushed to the rest-room taking Kat's flight bag with them. Once there, they hugged and greeted each other properly. "It's so good to see you, Kat" said Jean, "but why didn't you get changed?" 

Kat told her of her sleeping on the flight and waking too late. "I didn't think it would worry Him though!" Kat replied. 

"He was ok until He saw how scared and nervous you were, then decided to act. Don't worry it'll be fine. We've just started your fun a little early." Both subs laughed at this and hurried to change Kat's clothes before rushing back to their Master. 

When they returned to Alan's side they found Kat's heavy bag already on a trolley. "Time to leave" ordered Alan, "Jean, the trolley." 

"Yes Sir." Jean replied, quickly moving to push the trolley from the terminal. 

Alan leaned forward and spoke softly into Kat's ear. "You will only answer to slut until I believe you are ready to be called by your name, do you understand, slut?" 

"Yes Master!" Kat said obediently. 

"Finally, slut, you will walk two paces behind Me until I deem you worthy." 

"Off course, Master." A small smile flitted over Kat's face at His words, knowing He had caught her mood perfectly as He often did online. He walked on quickly, Jean by his side, scampering to keep up. Kat was left in His wake, also hurrying to keep pace.

When they reached the car - an MPV with room to move comfortably inside - Alan lifted Kat's bag into the boot, informing Jean she was driving, then getting into the rear seat. Kat moved to get into the front. 

"No slut, in the back with Me." 

"Yes Sir." Kat replied as she hurried to board. 

As they left the car park Alan pulled Kat to Him and kissed her, a deep passionate kiss which surprised Kat in its intensity. As He released her from the kiss, Alan reached for a nipple. He could already see hardening through her thin blouse, first running His fingers over it, then pinching it between finger and thumb, twisting as He did. Kat gasped at the sudden unexpected pain, instantly feeling her juices begin to flow. Alan pulled on her nipple, causing Kat to turn fully toward Him and slid a hand beneath her skirt. He pushed two fingers straight into Kat's already very wet pussy, His thumb roughly pressing on her clitoris. Between the anticipation of the visit, Sir catching her mood, His treatment of her in the airport and the attention His hand was giving her pussy, Kat could feel her orgasm building quickly. 

Alan felt this too and stopped His ministrations. "Remove your blouse and raise your skirt over your ass, slut." Kat quickly followed His order. "Now unzip Me, slut, get on your knees, ass to the window, take out My cock and suck." Kat glanced out the window as she moved and saw they were on the A1 a sign passed stating Edinburgh 110 miles. 

"Oh My God!!"  She thought. "Is He going to humiliate me like this the whole journey?"  Then smiled a little to herself as she realised yes, if He wanted to, then He would. There was nothing more she wanted to happen. This was, after all, the reason for her visit. Kat raised her ass to the nearside window as Jean passed the slower traffic at a steady 85mph. Jean looked in the mirror as Kat's head lowered over Alan's lap; she looked into her Masters eyes then laughed softly as He winked at her.

As her head lowered, Kat's tongue came out, at long last tasting her Master. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head. It had been too long, Kat thought, as she licked. So many months with just webcam and pictures of both Alan and Jean. Slowly she moved her tongue down the side of the organ, licking his balls before taking one gently into her mouth. Kat heard Alan groan, pleased she had a reaction so quickly, wanting to please her Master, to show she was worthy of His love, of Him accepting her submission. Kat sucked His balls, rolling them in her mouth with her tongue, before sliding her tongue back up His shaft. Finally she took the head into her mouth, sucking hard. Again Alan groaned, this time taking a hand from Kat's head, caressing her back, and then stroking her round, soft ass cheeks. Feeling Alan's hand move down her body, Kat lowered her head taking more into her mouth.

Suddenly Alan's hand dropped further and He pushed a finger into her tight anus. Kat gasped loudly with the shock, almost cumming on the spot. As she did, her mouth and throat opened. On cue, Alan raised His hips and pushed gently on Kat's head, His cock slipping easily into her throat. Kat sucked hard on the cock deep in her throat, her nose buried in His pubis, as His finger worked its magic in her anus, twisting, tickling, and fucking her softly. Kat moaned in pleasure at the treatment. Her Master's cock deep in her throat, His finger invading her body. At this time, she could not think of a place she would rather be. 

Kat heard a sound as something next to them beeped its horn. She lifted her head, allowing Alan's cock to leave her mouth and quickly looked over her shoulder. Right next to them was a small coach, its windows filled with male faces and even one or two female all watching and cheering as Alan's finger fucked her ass in full view. The thought of not being in control, her body on view to the world as she was humiliated like this, caused Kat to orgasm suddenly. For the first time, she gushed, her cum spraying the car window, startling her spectators, before Jean accelerated away. 

"Well" thought Kat, as she felt Alan's finger leave her ass. "That's given some people a lot of fantasy material."  Alan softly stroked His hand over Kat's back as she came down from the high of her orgasm. As Alan continued to caress her, Kat's breathing slowed and steadied. 

"You did well, little slut," Alan said softly. "Perhaps you are beginning to show you really are worthy." 

"Oh yes! Master, I do hope so." Kat replied, happily. 

"Remove your skirt now, slut. You will be naked except for your stockings and heels for the rest of your visit. You may dress when you are about to leave for home in two weeks, not before." 

"Yes Master, as you command." Kat quickly stripped off her skirt leaving just her hold ups and her heels. She then felt a cool breeze hit her as Jean turned the cars air conditioning on, goose-bumps rising all over her body, her nipples getting even harder in the chill air.

Alan pulled Kat onto His lap. "Mount Me, slut, I need to cum. Put My cock into your slut cunt and fuck Me till I'm satisfied." 

Quickly Kat lowered herself onto her Masters hard shaft, feeling nothing but pure pleasure as she finally got her wish to have Him inside her. Kat began to move her hips sliding back and forth on the hard cock inside her, her clit grinding as she did another orgasm building within her.

Watching Alan's eyes, she saw the change come through them as lust and pleasure took over and knew at last she was His. 

"Please, Master may this slut cum?" Kat asked, her breath escaping in short gasps. 

"Soon My slut, very soon." Alan replied as He reached for her nipples twisting them painfully. 

Kat gasped once again, fighting to control the orgasm building within her. Alan began lifting His hips forcing Himself up into Kat, His grip on Kat's nipples becoming harder as He felt His balls tighten, His own orgasm rapidly approaching. 

The pair continued fucking in near silence, the only sounds their moans and the noises from Kats pussy as Alan's cock entered her time and again. Alan felt his orgasm arrive. 

"Now My slut cum for Me!" Kat moaned loudly a scream building deep within her. Alan leaned to Kat's ear as His cock released its seed. "Cum, Kat, cum for your Master, show Me your love." 

Kat screamed as she came, the sound filling the car. Jean looking quickly in the rear view mirror was shocked at its intensity. She watched as Kat's ass cheeks squeezed together, her pussy clenching the cock within her, drawing Alan's cum into her body. 

Kat relaxed as Alan's arms went round her, holding her close, feeling the roughness from the hairs on His chest on hers, the warmth of His strong body, more content than she had felt for a very long time. 

"Welcome to Scotland, Kat." Alan spoke into her ear. "We've just crossed the border, only 50 miles to go till you get to what will be your new home for the next two weeks." 

Kat smiled then laughed along with Jean as she heard their Master's next words.

"Jean find a place to stop soon, then I'll drive. You can clean Me from Kat's pussy and I'm sure she can ease the pressure on your own very wet pussy?"

"Oh! Yes Sir. Thank You, Master." Both submissives squealed happily together, smiling and laughing as they looked at one another in the rear view mirror.



The Visit



Jenny woke to the light pouring in the bedroom window...instinctively she looked at the clock on the nightstand next to the bed. Damn it was 4:12 ...a fire burned deep between her legs...her clit was hard she could tell without so much as touching it. She could smell her pussy was wet with juice...she was very very wet. Her first thought was to want to rub her clit between her fingers...make herself cum -and cum hard. She yearned for what she had been missing for so long now.

Instead she slid out of bed, grabbed her phone and headed for the bathroom. She moved toward the Jenny bathroom...the moonlight flooded in the window as she passed the guest room. She could feel the hot wet sticky liquid between her legs. Her choice was clear. They had been broken up for months but the one great thing between them had been sex. So she flipped open her phone and she dialed his number.

He answered his phone...it took several rings -he was tired of course. She asked him what he was doing; he said sleeping...she told him she was so hot...and that her clit was so wet and sticky and needed attention. She asked how fast he could get there. He gulped air and said as fast as he could dress and drive. She was moaning just thinking of his hard 8.5 inch cock entering her...she was rubbing her clit by then...god it was so swollen and throbbing. It was so hard ...cherry like beneath her fingers. A low moan came from deep within her throat..." Hurry and get over here " she said as she closed the phone and went to slip into a short black barely there spaghetti strap nightgown he had given her. She knew he loved that night gown.

She crept down the stairs...hot wet juice still seeping between her legs. She left the lock on the front door open...then lit candles in the hallway...the breakfast room and then in the living room...leading a trail to her. She laid a nice warm comforter on the couch with nice fluffy pillows on the couch.

She then lay back...and dialed his number. "Where are you?" 

She said almost breathlessly. "I'm on my way baby, I'm on my way"

"Hmmmm...want to know what I'm doing." She asked as she laid there.

"What?" He asked 

"Hmmmmmmmm I'm rubbing my clit...it is so hot and hard for you..." "You know what it wants?" She asked him. 

"What?" He asked 

"It wants your mouth to suck it and fuck it..... It wants you to bite it...it wants your fingers deep within this hot wet pussy" she said as she rubbed faster.

"I want you to get here and start taking your clothes off the minute you hit the front door." 

"One rule this morning....NO WORDS...unless your talking dirty to me" " You come in silence and fuck me...and you leave the way you came...in silence" " Just all of your hot. Hard...fucking...I want all of your hot...white...sticky cum inside of me." "Promise to give me all of your hot cum this morning...promise! NOW!" she demanded 

"Okay I don't see that is going to be a problem ...I'm already so damn hard for you," He said.

"Where are you? She wanted to know. "I'm less than five minutes away!" "Good my pussy is so ready for you...if you don't hurry I'm going to cum for the first time and I don't want that" "Oh... hold on baby I'm on my way...I want you so bad ...so so bad" "And remember NO WORDS...just pure ...hot sex...hot fucking this morning" 

"Promise me!" Jenny demanded

"Okay I proise!" he said.

The lights from the car glared in the early morning across the entry hall floor. Just as she told him....he entered the hallway and started undressing the minute he entered. She was lying back on the couch rubbing her pussy. She could watch him in the candlelight. He looked so good. She couldn't wait till the moment they joined together. It had always been so good with them and that never ever changed. He kept coming closer...as he stood in the living room dropping the remaining clothes she was rubbing her pussy. He was watching her. 

He moved toward her and lowered himself to her. Kissing her with a hard passionate kiss...lightly their tongues met. His hands started to search over her body. They moved toward where she was still rubbing...with this his fingers took over. She instantly moaned loudly and intensely. His fingers felt so good they were large and warm against her skin. His mouth led a trail of kisses from her naked tits to her hot warm shaved pussy. Her wetness was flowing between her legs and she could feel it leaking down between her ass cheeks.

His fingers entered her fucking her hard...his mouth was on top of her clit...sucking it....then holding it between his teeth. His fingers were moving in and out of her in perfect motion...his mouth was on her clit. She was moaning ...her body arching to meet his mouth bringing her warm ...hot wet pussy closer to his face. 

"Oh baby...oh baby...fuck me with your tongue." Jenny screamed, his fingers were moving faster and faster...they moved from circles to up and down across her pussy. The change in sensation brought her closer to the edge...her hips bucked up to him ...his fingers pressed harder insider of just at that time...he started sucking her clit drawing it out...pressure ...pressure.

It hit her then..."Oh fuck baby...I'm cumming all over you...don't stop--please don't stop now..." His fingers moved faster and he kept sucking and licking ...each time she climaxed it was harder and harder....she squirted all over his lips. "Oh baby fuck me with your cock now! NOW BABY!" Jenny pleaded.

He quickly moved to meet her lips with his so she could lick her own hot liquid wetness from his lips...their kiss was warm and wet. His cock entered her hard ...into the slick wet pussy.

He thrust harder and harder. He pulled all the way out then he entered her pushing deeper. He made her scream with pleasure loudly. He loved it when he knew she was completely pleasured...damn he knew she said no words...damn...he promised.

He drove deeper and deeper into her..." On your knee's baby NOW," he groaned.

She immediately turned around. His hot cock with the smooth skin and hard purple head drove deeper into her bringing her closer to her climax again. She moved back toward him...back to his pumping cock. The harder she moved the more intense it became. He was so close now...she could feel his cock grow deep within her leaking pussy walls. She was on the edge now...she reached down between her legs as he drove harder inside of her. She rubbed her clit...making her pussy start to spasm and rock. She was rubbing and rocking toward him .

He dropped his head back..."Yes...oh yes; Yessssssss- Fuck Yes your pussy feels so good...so good!" His hot white cum shot against the bottom of her cavern; hot spurts over and over as she too came beneath her rubbing fingers and his plunging cock.

When they had both climaxed once again...she laid out on the couch before him. She took her fingers and started to rub her pussy again...her clit was still swollen and hot. She always could have many multiple orgasms. He took over for her...He lightly licked her again...licking his cum out of her folds. He sucked her clit...then plunged his fingers into her hot hole. He rubbed her pussy and plunged in and out with his fingers creating sensation after sensation...that took over her entire body. Waves of pleasure took over as her body moved beneath his fingers and touch. He couldn't help but watch her every move. He rubbed back and fourth...faster and slower...faster. Sucking her clit...more and more pressure...till all of a sudden it was there the moment she went tumbling over the edge of the cliff...his fingers and his lips were once again covered in her sweet hot juice. Her hips met him "Oh YESSSSSSSSSSSS" "NOW...NOW...NOW....fuck...oh yesssss" she screamed. Till her body was spent and she laid there softly moaning. With every last ounce of passion spent her body was completely unable to move any more.

Her mind instantly went to her words before he arrived..."Leave as you come ...in silence" she hoped he did this...because pure pleasure was all this was about. THIS WAS NOTHING BUT PURE PLEASURE. His breathing returned to normal...with a pained look in his eyes as she laid there in the light he rose to leave as he came in silence. He picked up each piece of clothing...dressing as he walked away...out the door and out of her life once again.

He had begged her to come back but the answer would always be no. When she had awoken that morning she had just decided she had to have the pleasure one more time without any words.



The Visit



She showed up just before dinner and was wearing a brown leotard with a wrap-a-round skirt. It was good to see her again after so many years. She looked great, sexy as usual, and smelled like cinnamon. As she stepped inside, she said, "I want you. I want you right now." She reached out as I kissed her, and grabbed my cock through my shorts. "I think you should get this out where I can see it." She said. It took me about 10 seconds to shed my clothes. It struck us both kind of funny- me standing there stark naked, and her completely dressed. She peeled off her skirt, and then slipped the leotard off her shoulders and slowly pulled it down her body and off. By the time I saw it hit the floor, I was hard.

She grabbed my dick in her hand and led me into the living room. She knelt in front of me, and began to lick my cock from the tip to the base. I was enjoying this a lot. Then she turned around and stuck her pussy up in the air at me and said, "Now." I dropped to my knees behind her and slid my dick into her pussy. She was like hot oil. I was inside this gripping tunnel and she wasn't going to let me go anytime soon. I moved in and out of her slowly at first, but I was too excited to hold back, and began to pump her faster and faster. She was matching me stroke for stroke, and we were both laughing and gasping and breathing faster and faster. Within a couple minutes we both climaxed together, and then both fell onto our backs side by side, trying to catch our breath.

After a while, she said, "I hope that you have a quick recovery time, because I want some more of that cock, and I want it now." She leaned over me and began to suck on my nipple, as she stroked my cock with her hand. I could feel the electricity flash from my nipple to my toes, and my dick began to thicken quickly in her hand. In short order, I was hard again. She moved on top of me and squatted over me, rubbing her pussy back and forth over the underside of my dick. Then, she reached down and grabbed me, aimed me at her pussy, and slowly descended until I was completely inside her again. "Ooooh, now THAT'S what I wanted." she said. She began to lift herself up and then lower herself again onto me. It felt exquisite, as she made her pussy grip my dick tightly. She arched her back, and sat down, fully impaling herself with my cock. Then she closed her eyes and began to move her pussy in wonderful ways. It's kind of hard to describe, but I'll try. 

Her pussy clenched me and released me, moved subtly to where I was unable to think of anything else but the sensations of being inside her. I started to pump up into her, and she told me, "No, lie still. I'm going to use you this time." So, I didn't move anymore, and just watched her go for it. She rotated her hips in a small circle, still clenching my dick, and then began to move up and down. She was breathing fast and hard, as she picked up the pace. Pretty soon she began to grunt each time she slammed down, and gasp as she moved faster and faster. I was having fun watching her, but also was beginning to feel the cum in my balls start to head for home. 

I told her that I was going to cum, and as I said that, I couldn't hold back any longer, and spurted into her. She let out a yelp, and began to rub herself against me fast, pressing hard downward. She began to climax, too, and was obviously having a good one. She moved fast against me for several seconds, then collapsed on top my chest. We were both breathing hard, and she started to giggle again. "Making out with you is FUN!" she said. Oh yeah, she got that right! 

After a while, just holding each other, we got up and got something to eat for dinner. We sat on the living room rug and ate, feeding each other bites. There's something about eating in the nude that makes the food taste better. Or maybe, in the nude, you're so distracted, that you don't even care what you're eating!

She suggested we move into my bedroom for the next course, and so we did. I had a nice sound system set up, as I liked to read in bed with some nice jazz playing. She reached down to turn on the stereo, and gave me a great shot of her ass and legs. I was admiring her as she glanced back and caught me staring. She laughed, and hopped into bed where we lay face to face on our sides. We were talking about all the things we had done over the past few years, catching up on time since we had last seen each other. It was very comfortable with her; we were two old friends who had always enjoyed each other's company. 

She told me that she had always wanted to make it with me, but just had never had the nerve to do it. I asked her why now, and she said that it was one of the things on her "to do" list. She had decided that when she came back to town, that she was going to look me up and then jump me no matter what. We both agreed that it was good that she had. 

As she was telling me this, she had been playing with her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, and stroking herself. Her nipples were now standing tall, and I leaned over to lick them. This was exactly what she wanted, as she rolled onto her back, and encouraged me to continue. I nibbled and licked her neck, her breasts, and slowly began to lick my way down her stomach. She was breathing faster, the more I licked, and I moved down between her legs. She grabbed her knees and pulled her legs up, spreading herself open wide for me. I moved down and began to lick her pussy, tasting that unique mixture of pussy juice and my cum from earlier. As I licked her, she began to rock slowly back and forth. I dove in and worked my tongue into every nook and cranny of her pussy. I was flicking her button, and lapping her like an ice cream cone. I remembered reading somewhere about using my tongue to spell out something, so began to "write" the alphabet on and in her pussy. I didn't make it very far into the letters before the attention to her pussy began to take its effect. 

Her climax came upon her quickly, and caught her by surprise. She was rocking and purring, and all of a sudden, she just began to shake hard all over. She grabbed my head and pulled me up against her pussy, then clamped her legs tightly together. The wave rolled through her several times. I had managed a breath before she clamped together, so I had a few moments to just keep on licking as she rocked over the edge in ecstasy. Finally, she begged me to stop so she could breathe! I moved up and rolled onto my back next to her. "You tasted yummy." I said. She laughed again as she tried to catch her breath.

After a while, she rolled onto her stomach, looked me in the eyes, and said it was now my turn. She moved between my legs and began to fondle my balls. She moved closer and licked me all over, working her tongue around my sack, and up and down the length of my cock. She lifted my legs and told me to grab behind my knees and pull my legs up, exposing my balls and asshole as she had done earlier. She began to lick all around my rim, then moved up and gave my balls a bath. She spent a lot of time on that wonderful spot just behind my balls, and my dick was as hard as a rock. She moved up and began to take the head into her mouth. When she had the head inside her mouth, she clamped her lips tightly around it, then began to take her tongue and whisk it all around me. She flicked the membrane of skin on the underside of my cock and poked her tongue into the slit at the very tip. 

I was having a hard time concentrating. This was incredible. Then, she moved her mouth along the outside of the shaft, sucking and licking her way from the tip to the base. She moved back to my balls, and took one inside her mouth sucking it tightly inside. Then she began to hum, sending incredible vibrations all around my one ball. She moved to the other one, and repeated that. To this day, when I hear a woman humming, I start to get horny! She leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth and began to suck me into her. She moved back and forth, each time taking my hard dick further into her mouth, until finally I was completely inside her. Then she started that humming again and my whole dick was throbbing with the sensations. 

She pulled her head back, releasing me, and said in a very soft, sultry voice, "It's time for you to cum now." With that said, she began to suck my cock in and out very quickly, flicking the tip as I pulled out, and then sucking me completely in until her nose was buried in my crotch hair. She kept this up as her fingers massaged my balls. I couldn't take this for more than a short while before I told her I was going to cum. She squeezed my balls and I exploded into her throat, spurting cum again and again. She sucked and swallowed every drop, and kept on sucking. She continued to massage my balls until I was completely emptied. It was the most amazing blow job of my life! Finally, she crawled onto my chest, gave me a long, sensuous kiss, and rolled off of me. She snuggled against me as spoons and we both fell fast asleep.

We both slept late, and when I awoke, it was with her turned around, feet by my pillow, and her mouth once again sucking on my cock. I opened my eyes and she had lifted her one leg, giving me a great shot of her dripping pussy. I immediately dove in and began to return the favors she was delivering to my dick. We both licked each other into a frenzy, then she jumped up and said, "Your choice of positions! Just choose quickly!" 

"Doggy." I said. There's something about that rear position that drives me wild. I love feeling my cock sliding in and out of a tight pussy from the rear, while I can admire her charms and reach around to stroke her dangling breasts. She jumped onto her knees and I quickly impaled her with my cock, hard from her wake up call. We fucked. No finesse this time, just both of us wanting it fast and hard, me pumping in and out of her pussy, and she pushing back hard to meet each thrust. 

She arched her back and rotated her hips so her pussy was aimed out and up and I had a perfect angle into her. We both were slamming together as fast as we could, knowing this was going to be a big one. We were both getting closer, breathing harder and faster, and then we both crossed the line together. She clamped down on my dick with her pussy and started to yell, as I spurted hot cum deep into her. We both were yelling "YES YES YES YES!" together as the climax overtook us. It probably only lasted a few seconds, but it seemed like forever, just closing my eyes, yelling "YES YES" and cumming and cumming and cumming. What a way to start a day.

Later, we showered together, had breakfast, and coffee, and she said she had to go. I asked for her number, but she said that wasn't going to work, that she had other "obligations". I never saw her again after that. She got on with her life. But, I was glad that I had made the list.



The Visit



I was raised on a farm in the Midwest. I have a brother and a sister still living on the farm. Also I have several Aunts, Uncles and Cousins that live on neighboring farms and towns. After graduation, I joined the military, as I wanted to see some of the world. 

I wound up stationed in Okinawa. While in Okinawa, I met June and subsequently married her. June is a typical oriental woman, very small and petit. I do have to say that we make a very striking couple as I stand well over six feet tall. 

I had explained in detail about the ranch I was raised on. The farms she was familiar with on Okinawa are very small. To her ten acres was a large farm. My parents ranch is 2500 acres. June was unable to comprehend such a large place. 

While living on Okinawa, we enjoyed some of the Oriental culture such as mixed communal bathing. Nudity was not a problem for us, as long as there was no one there that would be offended. With our difference in size, some of the other women would look at us and giggle. June always told me there were comments as to how big I am, including my eight inch cock.

For me the idea of mixed bathing was nothing new. We had done it on the farm for years. We had an outdoor shower that we used when the weather was warm enough. I explained all of that to June and it seemed quite natural to her. 

After we had been married for about two years, it came time for me to return to the States. June was looking forward to the trip. She was anxious to see America and especially the ranch. 

When we arrived at the ranch, we were tired and in need of a bath etc. in order to make ourselves presentable. Being that it was a warm day, we decided to use the outdoor shower. Being it was in the middle of the afternoon, we pretty much had the area to ourselves. June was very anxious to make a good impression on my family. She was very careful about keeping her body properly covered until we were actually ready to get into the shower. So there we were stark ass naked and I was feeling and cupping June's cute little tits, when my sister came walking by. Susan stopped and introduced herself to June, and then went on into the house. Susan took is all in like it was perfectly natural to see us playing around in the shower. June was very pleasantly surprised.

A number of relatives that live in the area were all waiting to meet June. However we asked them to hold off for a few days, as June wanted to get to know my immediate family better. She also wanted to explore the ranch and to get to know these wide-open spaces. 

That evening, after my father and brother had come back to the house, they stopped and were taking a shower. My mother went out to join them and to take them towels etc. June and I were out walking around the area at the time. When June and I came by the shower, there was my father and mother together. My father was playing with mom's big tits, much like I had been doing with June's earlier. June was rather surprised at what she saw but even more so when they did not stop when they saw us. June also commented on how nice and big mom's tits were. We stopped and I introduced June to my mother, father and brother. My father let go of my mother and while still nude and wet, came over and hugged June. My father welcomed June to the family. To say that June was a little bit surprised was an understatement. 

The next morning we were up and about fairly early. Most of the day was spent showing June around the ranch. She was awe-struck by the vast size and wide-open spaces. As part of the exploring, we drove out to the North pasture where we checked on the cattle, to make sure they were okay and had plenty of water. While at the well, I explained to June, how as kids, we had swam in the large stock tank. Being it was a hot afternoon; June wanted to give it a try. We took off our clothes and got into the water and splashed around for a while. Being that we did not have towels to dry off with when we got out, we just got into the jeep and drove off. On the way back towards the house, we went by some of the fields and checked on the crops. We still had not put on our clothes. While driving around, especially in the fields, we raised a fair amount of dust. 

It was starting to get along towards evening when we got back to the house. We were covered with dust from riding around in the open jeep. We decided to head straight for the shower before going into the house. When we arrived at the shower, the rest of the family was already there. Again my father and mother were playing around. My sister and brother were scrubbing each other and being somewhat familiar about it. June and I took off our clothing and joined them. My brother, Peter was very taken with June and her cute little 5 foot, 90 pound body. Being that my mother and father were still playing around and feeling each other, I followed their example. It wasn't long until I was cupping and feeling June's cute little tits. At first June was a little bit shy about playing around in front of the rest of the family. She got over it quickly. When I hugged her to me, the head of my cock was right between her tits. I continued to hug and caress her, then reached down and cupped her trim little ass. It didn't take much of this until I was sporting a hard on. This embarrassed June until she saw that both my father and brother were both sporting big stiff cocks. She relaxed and even reached over and stroked my cock a few with her hand. 

It didn't take much of this to get things started. My father was behind my mother, hugging her and cupping her big tits. We could see the head of my father's cock sticking out from between mother's thighs, latterly sticking out from the front of her cunt. Susan was busy stroking Peter's big cock and caressing his balls. 

At first June was surprised, but watching all of this was also making her very horny. She did not resist when I started to finger the outer lips of her pussy, and her clit. After a while of this, all June wanted to do was to get fucked. I picked her up and held her with her cunt right over the head of my cock. I then eased her down, letting my cock ease into her juicy, tight little cunt. When she was all of the way down, had my cock all of the way up into the depths of her cunt, she let out a sigh and then started to grind her clit against me. Of course June was not quiet when Cumming. We kept this up for several minutes before I cum, unloading my balls deep into her tight little cunt. 

By this time my father had my mother bent over. He was hanging onto her hips while he drove his cock up into her cunt from behind. Being that my mother and father were still busy fucking, Peter and Susan came over to us. They helped June get down from where I was holding her in the process they both managed to caress and feel June's body. They both caressed her tits and pussy. With the caresses of her tits, pussy and clit, June came again. By about this time my father was unloading his balls into my mother's cunt and she was Cumming too!

We all went into the house and had diner. All during this time none of us had bother putting on clothes. Later that evening we all went to our bedrooms. It wasn't long before we could hear my parents going at it again. Dad must have been pounding his cock into mom. We could hear the bed squeak and hitting the wall. We could also hear mom crying out "fuck me, fuck me with that big cock, stuff that big cock into my hot cunt. 

After a while of this we heard Susan cry out to Peter, to "eat my cunt and lick my clit". Then we heard both Mom and Susan crying out that they were Cumming. All of this was making June very hot and horny again. It also had my cock standing up stiff and hard.

At first June started to lick the head of my cock. I then turned her around so we were in a "69" and started licking her clit. It did not take much of this until June was Cumming and loudly yelled out that face. After her first Cum, I turned her around and eased my big cock into her tight little cunt. We then started fucking like for real. When I shot my load up into her Cunt, June Cum for about the 5th time. . 

Like most women, after they have been fucked, they have to the bathroom. June got up and went. She seemed to be gone a little longer then usual. I then heard her yelling, "Eat my fucking cunt, I Cumming". Of course that aroused my curiosity (but not my cock)

When she came back to the room, I asked her what had happened. At first she was a little bit embarrassed but came out with it. She said that when she got to the bathroom, the door was open. My mother was sitting on the vanity and Susan was licking my father's cum out of Mom's cunt. 

June said she started to sit on the toilet, but that Susan had asked her to sit up on the vanity as she (Susan) wanted to lick June's cunt and to suck out my cum. June said that Susan had made her cum again. She said that she hopped I would not be upset over what had happened. I explained that I was not upset and it would be okay to do it again if she wanted. With that June gave me a big hug and kiss. She was soon fast asleep. 

On Sunday there was to be a big gathering of the family so they could meet June. There was Uncle Paul and Aunt Karen along with Cousins Deborah and Stewart. They live on a farm, not far away. There was Aunt Shirley with Uncle Gerald and Cousin Anita with her husband Edward. They live in a small city, not that far away. 

The day started off normal enough. Picnic table's etc. had been set up on the lawn area, in the shade. There was a lot of sitting around and visiting. A lot of this was about what had happened to a number of people that I had known. June went off with my mother and some of the other women

Everyone seemed quite taken with June. They were very taken with how small and petit she is and also her shy and quiet ways. I was very happy to see everyone opened up and accepted her. They all made a real effort to welcome her to the family. 

Later I saw my sister Susan and Cousin Anita off to the side, along and talking. Knowing that Anita was the wild one in the family, I wondered what they were up to. A little later June joined them. When I next checked, all three of them were gone. I went looking for them. I found them swimming in the stock tank which was not a bad idea as it was a very hot afternoon. It was also somewhat obvious that Anita must have put up the idea, as they were all three naked as a batch of jaybirds. I just stood back and watched, as it was quite a sight. Anita is a big blond with big tits. Susan is also good sized with the nice big tits that seem to run in the family. Then there was June with her Golden Petit little body complete with her nice firm little titties. All three were obviously having a good time. Also there seemed to be a lot of extra touching and caressing of each other's body going on. Right then I knew that something was going to happen. Sure enough, Anita and Susan started to caress and fondle June's petite body. 

While I stood back under a tree and watched, Peter and Edward joined me. Later we were joined by my father and Uncle Gerald. When my mother and Aunt Shirley saw all of us standing under the tree watching, they joined us. While we watched, Susan sat back on the edge of the tank and was holding June to her body. June had her back to Susan while Anita worked her way down and put her head between June's thighs. It looked like Anita was licking out June's cunt. Sure enough June started to wail screamed and announced that she was Cumming! After June had cum for the third time, all three got out of the water and walked towards us. They did not bother to put on their clothes. Of course this hot show had given all of us men big boners

When Susan, Anita and June got to where we were, I gave June a big hug and kiss. June then whispered in my ear that she was hot for some cock, that she wanted to get fucked! Needles to say I was hot and ready. All I had to do was pull off my clothes. Peter and Edward stripped off their clothes at the same time, followed by our parents. Once we were all naked, we lay down on the grass and started to fondle and caress each other. 

I started by sucking on June's titties, while I caressed her pussy. While June and I were feeling, kissing and caressing, the others were doing similar. Our parents had moved over just a few feet while we younger ones were all close together. In fact some of this time, while I was stroking June's pussy with one hand, I could reach over and feel and caress Anita and Susan. After a while of this, June pushed me over onto my back. And Anita reached over and held my cock upright. June straddled me and slid her hot little cunt onto my cock. The lips of June's pussy were stretched around the base of my cock. She then rose up until the just the head of my cock was between the lips of her cunt, and then she dropped down, driving my cock up her cunt, all of the way to my balls. After several strokes like this, June turned around so that she was facing my feet. Anita then crawled up between June's thighs and started licking her clit. I could feet Anita's tongue slurping up from by balls, up the underside of my cock and then over the lips of June's cunt, up towards her clit. Of course it did not take much of this until June started to shake and screamed out that she was "Fucking Cumming".

While Anita was licking my cock and June's cunt, Edward had moved up behind her and was fucking her from behind. One of the things I noticed was that Edward had a huge cock. It must have been about a foot long and very fat. Anita did not seem to have any trouble taking that huge cock onto her tight little pussy. .

After June cum for about the 5th time, she raised up off my cock. She then moved down and Anita put the head of my cock against June's asshole. June then eased herself back down, taking my full length up her back door. June was working my cock around in her ass. She then leaned back on me and continued to work. 

Edward pulled his cock out of Anita and then moved up. Anita placed the head of Edward's cock up against the lips of June's cunt. Edward then slowly worked his cock into June. I could feel his cock as it worked its way into her cunt. Our cocks were latterly rubbing against each other's, inside June's body. 

Peter, not wanting to be left out moved in close and put his stiff cock in June's face. June took the head of Peter's cock into her mouth and begin to lick and suck it. It wasn't long until June's cock sucking brought Peter over the brink. He pumped a load of cum into her mouth. 

June convulsed as she climaxed again and this set on a chain reaction. I shot a big load in her ass as Edward filled her cunt. Edward then pulled his cock from her cunt and she rolled off me. Then my mother joined us and she began licking our cum from June's holes. Aunt Shirley joined my mother in licking the cum out of June. After a while all of the women were taking turns licking and eating each other out. This was all accompanied by much screaming that they were Cumming! June was the shouting the loudest. 

Before the party was over, June had fucked each of the men there at least once. The women had each taken their turn in licking out June's pussy. Of course I had taken advantage of the situation. I had fucked Aunt Shirley in her cunt, and Anita in her ass. Susan and Mother had both given me blow jobs

It was getting along towards evening and we were all fucked out. So without bothering with clothes, we went into the house and had diner. By the time diner was over, it was getting rather late; It was decided that Uncle Gerald, Aunt Shirley, Anita and Edward would spend the night. Due to the shortage of bedrooms, it was necessary to "double up" We slept at least three to a bed. Anita spent the night with June and I. 

When I commented on the size of Ed's big fat cock, Anita said it was the biggest one that she had ever had in her. I expressed amazement that June had been able to take such a huge cock up her cunt, due to her small and petite size. She said it had felt like it was splitting her in half, especially when I was up her ass with my cock. 

June said that she wanted to fuck that huge cock at least one more time. Anita said that would be fine with her as long as she got to eat the cum out of June's cunt. 

The next morning, June laid Ed on his back and then straddled him. Anita held Ed's cock and lined it up with June's pussy. June then eased her tight little cunt down over Ed's horse cock After a few strokes; June turned around and leaned back so that Anita could lick the cum out of June's cunt. 

Mom, Shirley and Susan then entered the room Along with Anita they all took turns eating out June's cock stuffed cunt. When June was so fucked out that she had to take a beak Her pussy was sore from all of the heavy traffic

June and I spent the next several days relaxing and recovering from all of the fucking. We never wore clothing unless it was necessary as protection from the jobs we were doing. 

After several days, Uncle Paul, Aunt Karen along with Cousins Debi, Nancy and Stewart, came to visit. When they arrived, June and I were walking back towards the house. At the time we were both stark ass naked and June was freshly fucked. She had cum running out of her pussy. What a way to meet your relatives ands. 

When Mom and Susan saw who it was, they came out of the house. They were both naked too. They greeted them and introduced June and I.

Aunt Karen, Debi & Nancy, each took turns hugging June and welcoming her to the family. Uncle Paul and Stewart also hugged June. However they both managed to work in some extra feels and caresses. It was obvious that June had an effect on both Uncle Paul and Stewart, from the way that the front of their pants was bulging out. 

After a while Debi, Nancy, Susan and June went off by themselves. After they were out of hearing, both Uncle Paul and Stewart made several comments as to how beautiful and sexy June is. To this Mom replied that Paul was just his normal horny self and wanted to fuck June. Mom then opened Paul's pants and dropped them to his ankles. Mom bent over and took Uncle Paul's cock in her mouth and started to suck him. At this both Aunt Karen and Stewart took off their clothes. Aunt Karen said that she wanted to eat out June's freshly fucked cunt. She also said that she was looking forward to having me fuck her and also to plow my big cock up her ass

After a few minutes, the younger women rejoined the group. We were all standing there watching Mom suck on Uncle Paul's cock. During this time Karen started to caress and fondle June. This included fingering June's hot little pussy. When June indicated her willingness, she laid down on the lawn. Aunt Karen moved in and started to eat out June's pussy. 

While Aunt Karen was on her knees eating out June, she had her big ass stuck up in the air. I moved in behind her and eased my cock into her cunt. After a number of strokes, I pulled my cock back out of her cunt, and placed the head up against the rosebud of her asshole. Using her cunt juice to lubricate my cock, I eased the head into her asshole. I paused for a minute to let her get used to my cock being in her ass, then eased it all of the way in, right up to my balls. By this time she was hunching back trying to get even more cock up her ass. 

While we were fucking, Debi had lain down on her back and had crawled up under her mother and started to eat her mother's cunt. Also by this time Nancy had her clothes off and was sucking out Mom's cunt. 

With all of this hot action going on, it wasn't long until Uncle Paul pumped a big load of cum into Mom's mouth. Mom then turned around and was doing a "69" with Nancy. As I was watching them, I blew a load of Cum up Aunt Karen's ass. Stewart stepped up and offered his cock to June and she was sucking him off. 




The Visit



When we had all cum at least once, we just sat back on the lawn and were resting in the shade. That was where we were when Dad and Peter returned to the house. When they saw what had been happening, they quickly stripped out of their clothes and joined in the party. It wasn't long until Peter was fucking Nancy and then Dad was fucking Debi. . 

The rest of the afternoon and into the evening were spent fucking, sucking and visiting. By early evening everyone that was able had fucked or sucked the others. Being that Uncle Paul, Aunt Karen along with Debi, Nancy & Stewart had to get back home. The trip was fairly short as they lived on a near-by ranch. 

The next several days were spent with just the family. June and I explored the ranch. June still found the wide-open spaces mind-boggling. When we were alone together she made several comments about how open a lifestyle my family lived. She was very much amazed and impressed. She went on to tell how she had seen her father fucking her mother, but they had never invited her to join in. June said that she liked our ways. 

Being that the time for our visit was coming to an end, there was one last group that wanted to visit and get to meet June. Both Peter and Susan were engaged. Susan invited Mike to come out for diner. For the same evening Peter invited his fiancée, Chrissie. I figured this evening would be a little more conventional. Mike and Chrissie arrived together. Mike was a typical "All American" guy with a good build and crew cut blond hair. Chrissie obviously had some Mexican blood. She was not much taller then June. Chrissie has black hair and the golden brown complexion and big tits. A lovely looking young lady. 

At least the evening started off normal. After the initial visit, Peter and Chrissie, Susan and Mike kind of wandered off their own separate ways for a while. June and I were wandering around the yard when both couples came out of the barn. They were all naked. They went to the outdoor shower and started to take a shower. We saw both Peter and Mike caressing both Susan and Chrissie. Both Peter and Mike were sucking on Chrissie's big tits. Susan was caressing Chrissie's ass and pussy. It was obvious that the two fiancées would fit right in with this family. After they finished with their shower, they did not bother to go find their clothes. Naked as they were, they strolled on up to the house. 

Both Chrissie and Mike were going to spend the night. When everyone went to bed, things continued. We heard the sound of the bed hitting the wall where Dad was fucking Mom. If there was any doubt as to what they were doing, when Mom called out for Dad to "fuck me hard, to give me all that hard fucking cock, At the same time we could here Susan calling out to Mike, that she was " Cumming ". Peter and Chrissie were doing their part. June and I contributed our part to the chorus. 

After the first round of the evening, Chrissie and June got together. They had a nice visit and also spent some time licking each other's cunt. On her way back to our bedroom, June stopped and sucked Mike's cock. I took advantage to the situation and fucked Chrissie. 

At long last our time to visit came to an end. June and I packed up our stuff and loaded it ready for travel. It had been a very enjoyable visit with my family. June said that she was looking forward to our next visit. So with this, we headed out to rejoin the "other" world.



The Visit



I looked up from my book, baffled that I was really on a plane beginning its decent. Am I really doing this? I must have lost my mind.

It had started as a flicker of attraction. Seeing someone's picture and thinking – now that is my definition of hot. Then I didn't really think much else of it ... he was halfway across the country and definitely out of my league.

At some point, we started talking. I honestly don't remember what our first conversations were about. They weren't regular – and still aren't. Sometimes I think that is part of what I like – he's busy with his life, and I'm busy with mine. I usually don't find people without a life of their own, without goals and hobbies, attractive.

But I never thought I'd be flying somewhere for the sole purpose of seeing him. Now that the plane was landing, it was starting to feel more real. The draw of being with him was simply too strong for me to resist. I just hope that if the electricity is as strong as we expect; that I'll be able to go back to how I was.

The shuttle driver tried to make small talk, to which I gave tactful but short answers. I had too much going through my mind to carry on a conversation. A mixture of excitement and worry swam through my veins. Excitement at finally being close enough to this person who electrifies me to see where the spark leads. Worry that the spark might not lead anywhere; or worse – that I've been fooled.

I checked into the hotel ... glancing at my watch. He should be here in about an hour – I only needed to call and let him know what room. But before I call, I had looked up a little place in town and made an appointment. He has a thing for feet – so I want mine to be perfect. I hope that the pedicure will help me relax a little as well.

It's hard not to imagine the hands on my feet are his. As they are soaking in warm water, I call to tell him the room number. He doesn't answer – so I leave a voicemail – and start to worry. What if this is all just a joke to him? To see if he can get a woman to come so far ... I push the thought from my head as the technician asks what color I want my nails painted. I smile wickedly before answering "French."

Back in my hotel room, I'm nervous. I turn on a couple of lamps, and open the curtains to let the calming colors of the sunset in. I slide my freshly pampered feet into a pair of strapy heels, and slide form-fitting black lace negligee over my body. It took me forever to decide if staying dressed or dressing up for him would be a better idea – but the thought of the impact of opening the door dressed as I was right now was worth any fun lost at his not really needing to undress me.

I try not to watch the clock, but I can't help but notice that it is a few minutes past the time we had agreed on. I check my cell phone, to see if I somehow missed a call. I turn on the television and flip through the channels – but there is nothing that even remotely piques my interest. Finally – I hear a knock at the door. My heart drums in my ears as I turn off the television and cross the room as if swimming underwater. My hand on the knob – I take a deep breath.

I give him a sultry look as I fling the door open wide, and tap my foot against the floor, "You're late." He doesn't immediately react to my state of dress, but I can see it in his eyes. The air is alive with months of tension sparking between us, but only for a moment. He moves forward, and spins me around the edge of the door – pushing me against it as it closes. There is no slow, shy discovery. Immediately we are devouring one another. The cool door against my back and his hot body pressed against my front. Already I can feel his excitement against my hip, and I lift my leg, hooking it around him and pulling him against me.

His lips and tongue sear a line down my throat, and I feel his teeth against my collarbone. An animal sound escapes from my throat as my fingers trace the curve of his solid shoulders lurking beneath his shirt. I lean down, recapturing his mouth with mine as my hands travel over his chest. As I reach his hips, I pull him harder against me, grinding myself against the swelling under the fabric of his pants. I feel his hands snake behind me to grasp my hips – our teeth brush together as we kiss hungrily.

He groans low in his throat, and I whimper in reply. I pull slightly away, breaking contact enough to look him in the eye – seeing my lust reflected. I push him forward, and move around him – keeping the eye contact. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, and he reaches up to help me. Finally they are free – and I peel the shirt back from his chest, groaning as I look at his skin.

I drag my nails down his bare chest as I lean forward to latch onto his left nipple, groaning as I finally taste his skin. I pull us backward, slowly, toward the bed. As I feel the backs of my knees against the edge of the comforter, I push his shirt down his shoulders with my hands until it falls to the floor. I slowly sit down on the bed, my tongue traveling down to the hem of his pants.

I gaze up into his eyes as I rub him with my right hand as my left undoes the fly of his pants. My breathing deepens as I push them down over his hips, and my mouth pops open with a moan as I look at him for the first time. I feel his hands move to my neck and my hair as I lean forward to press my nose into the juncture of his hips – breathing in the scent of him. My tongue flicks lightly over his skin before finally tasting the tip of his manhood. I close my eyes in ecstasy as I close my lips around him and he groans appreciatively.

After a few moments – I want more. I sit up, and lean back on the bed. Pulling my heels up on the bed next to me, I open myself invitingly. He doesn't hesitate, but pulls his legs from his pants. Seeing him bared before me makes me groan, and I feel like I'm cuming already as his breath touches my most delicate areas. I close my eyes as his tongue circles wetly over my hood piercing, causing the sensitive organ beneath to pulse. My hands graze my own breasts as my back arches. "More!" I groan.

My knees over his shoulders, I use the leverage to grind against him. My hands move down to tangle in his hair as the small seizures start at the base of my spine and radiate outward. But I still want more.

He raises himself from the subservient position between my legs, and a smirk crosses my lips. He is animal-like with need. "Now!" I whisper, and bite my lower lip as he pushes me back towards the middle of the bed. His mouth, tasting of me still, covers mine as his body hovers over me. I feel him at my entrance, and push my hips upward ... inviting him to fill me. I've waited so long for this!

Another orgasm rips through my body as he enters me. My juices soak the coverings of the bed beneath us and make his skin slippery against mine. And yet I want more. He pushes hard into me, until our pubic bones grind together. A gleeful sound between a laugh and a grown escapes my lungs as I throw my head back and smile. My nails dig into his shoulders as I look up at him "More!"

His hands scoot beneath me, using the backs of my shoulders for leverage as he pounds himself deeply into me. I groan "Oh yes, don't stop!" This is what I've wanted. I feel his mouth on my neck, teeth grazing the skin. Yet another orgasm tears through my body, and my pussy tightens around him. My nipples feel raw as they rub his chest through the lace of my coverings, which have slipped up around my waist.

The movements between us become more rhythmic, and I know it won't be long. I cross my ankles behind his buttocks, pressing him into me. I hold back another orgasm, waiting for his. I hear the moan building inside him, and let go – letting myself pulse against him as he pulses inside of me. I can feel his hot sticky seed splashing into me, "Pull my hair!" I cry out, wanting the moment to last. His hands are tentative, and I reach back and guide him, pulling his hands down hard until my neck is extended. My back arches as a last shiver runs through my body.

We lay quiet – wet with sweat and nectar. Eventually he moves off of me, and we spread out – cooling off. I raise myself onto my side and look at him "I'm going to want to do it again ..."



The Visit



Maybe it wasn't really a conscious decision. They had been dating for over a year and half, and living together for over a year of that time. Their life together was unique, almost idyllic. They had just bought a house on two acres, a little distance from town. There were gardens, dogs, animals. The place helped to foster a genuine love between them. And Sam loved her more deeply then anything he had ever felt, and she him. It was often beyond words, beyond description. Perhaps that's the reason why the request didn't strike Sam as anything beyond innocent. 

Kay's ex-boyfriend Lee was in town for a visit in the Fall. Her first real love. They had split over two years back. She hadn't seem him since. A potter, recluse, artist-type, Lee was much taller--about 6'5"-- and a half-decade younger--late-20s--than Sam. Lee had a thick beard and very short curly chestnut brown hair that was cropped close to his head, and lanky frame. When Kay asked about Lee visiting the house (and maybe "staying for a few days"), Sam didn't really give it much thought. He most certainly couldn't say no. Both Sam and Kay worked during the day, and Lee wouldn't be much of a nuisance. Lee would just be visiting old friends in town, hanging out at the house, and maybe using Kay's pottery wheel. It would be a short, comfortable stay.

Sure there were the moments in Sam and Kay's relationship where ex-relations (including Lee) came up. Like the time Sam went with Kay to get a birth control device inserted. Kay, much to the chagrin of Sam, proceeded to explain to the nurse practioner (with her legs spread open on the clinic table) how much bigger Lee's penis was then Sam's. Or the time, early in their relationship, when Kay called Sam by the dreaded ex-boyfriend's name after sex.

However, Lee's visit was new. There was no baggage for Sam now. Kay and Sam had been together for too long. There was not even the hint of jealousy related to Lee's visit. At least none that Sam could detect this late in their relationship.

Lee's arrival at Kay and Sam's home came and went without notice. Lee drove to the house, was greeted by the dogs, got 'the tour' compliments of Kay, was delivered to the guestroom (adjacent to the master bedroom), and returned downstairs for a little wine, dinner and Kay's scrumptious pie (cooked especially for the occasion). Kay often loved to entertain. She had a knack for being an amateur chef, and definitely embraced the roll of hostess. Lee's arrival at the house made her sexual qualities even the more conspicuous. Kay wore her best one piece blue dress that clung to her 5'11" frame in a tight wrap. It accentuated her lovely (always bra-less) handful size breasts, and pantyline. Her hair, which was down, was curly, thick, auburn in color and hung just beyond her shoulders.

She was noticeably joyed to have Lee at the house. She would constantly caress his shoulder with her big, and somewhat masculine hands, laugh, and give big smiles. And she was perhaps overly generous with delivering wine to company. Sam, for his part, seemed to either be oblivious or ignore Kay's flirtations with Lee. It all seemed innocent enough. By wine bottle two, everyone seemed happy, well fed, and perhaps a little intoxicated. The three walked outside to the patio. It was an early fall evening, still warm, but giving hint of oncoming winter. 

Almost as soon as they were outside, Sam excused himself and went back inside to use the bath, gather some coats, and yes, more wine. He left Kay and Lee alone for the first time in years. They talked awkwardly, almost not knowing what to say, both maybe wondering what the other one was doing here. Lee rolled a cigarette and started to smoke. Kay hadn't had a smoke in years, primarily because Sam didn't smoke and didn't really approve of Kay "developing a habit." Even so, she wanted a drag and asked Lee for a hit. Lee obliged and offered his tobacco roll, butt first. The cigarette was moist from Lee's lips and tasted like his mouth. She inhaled deeply, all the while Lee was watching her intently. She took another inhale, and another until Lee reached his hand over and touched her soft uncovered right thigh, asking for his cigarette back. She resisted, slightly, leaving his large hand on her exposed flesh. She squeezed her legs together catching his hand, and delivered back to Lee the lit butt. "Thanks," she said. "It's really good to see you." "It's good to see you too," Lee replied, stumbling over his words. 

Unthinkingly, and feeling brave, Lee ran his hands between her now clenched thighs, barely catching her panties and executing a thrusting motion with his long fingers that barely brushed her clitoris. She didn't say anything, but looked right at him. When Sam appeared, Lee and Kay seemed awkward. Lee's arm had suddenly moved away from Kay when he approached. Sam did his best to ignore it and offered coats and more wine which were welcomed by all. Soon after the conversation drew weary, and the three were ready to retire to bed. 

Sam kissed Kay several times afterwards and noticed the smell of Lee's tobacco. He knew she had been sharing tobacco with Lee and didn't say anything. He thought it best to let it lie. 

Lee, for his part, retired to his room alone. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from masturbating about Kay and used both of his hands to stroke his penis. He thought of the old times, putting his fingers inside of her, fondling and sucking her small firm breasts while Kay road on top of him. He had a tremendous orgasm, which sprayed ribbons of cum on his smooth hairless chest. Unfortunately for Lee, there was nothing to clean up his mess and he was forced to use the shirt he was wearing that day. The ejaculation and wine left him drained, and he slept soundly through the night.

***

Sam was off early. The trek to town wasn't far, and they had two cars. Besides, Kay had expressed that she wanted to take it slow in the morning, maybe catch just little time with Lee who she hadn't seen in years. To that end, Kay telephoned work early and left a message that she might be in late.

Kay and Lee saw Sam off at the door. It felt like kind of a relief for all of them. And Lee was not at all shy about making it known that he was pleased with Sam's early departure. Once Sam was out of sight, and the Kay was still by the door, Lee lightly patted Kay's ass with his big left hand and suggested that breakfast may be in order. Kay provided a crosswise glance, but complied nonetheless, eager to just spend some alone time with her "ex" again. 

Kay was dressed in her usual morning robe. Lee just in the corduroy pants he wore from the night before, and his (now man stained) button down shirt which he left unbuttoned to mid-riff. The smell of breakfast quickly filled the house accompanied by soft morning mountain sun beams. Kay opened the door and let the outside morning scents and sounds mix with Kay and Lee's coffee and light morning meal. 

There was little conversation during breakfast. And post-breakfast turned to the mundane. Work, schedules for the day, pottery. It was quaint if uneventful. Kay, always thinking partially domestic, mentioned that she was going to do a quick load of laundry and asked for clothes. Lee, who had driven two days straight from New York state, expressed that he would appreciate if he could throw some stuff in. Going upstairs, Lee collected his dirties from his bag and shed his morning clothes, including his soiled shirt. Lee wrapped the towel Kay had left for him around his waist and hurried half-naked down the stairs with his dirties to catch Kay who was loading clothes into the wash. "Here you go Kay. Thank you so much," Lee exclaimed covering the front of his body with his clothes pile. "If you don't mind, I'm also going to use your shower." 

"No problem," said Kay. "Our house is yours." 

Kay examined his torso with her eyes, letting them linger on him. Lee was a very handsome without even trying. Although he always had an unkempt look about him, he had a young athletic build. His chest was smooth, with almost abnormally large brown aureoles surrounding his nipples. The clothes he held were cocked off to his left side and barely covered his tall frame. Lee didn't linger, but departed swiftly dashing half naked to the bath giving Kay glimpse of his white naked buttocks out of the corner of her eye.

Kay sorted the clothes from the pile left by Lee. She fingered Lee's clothes carefully, sometimes stopping to smell them. Sweat, smoke, and other familiar scents poured off of his small pile. Scents she used to adore. She put her hands in his pockets and went over the clothes to make sure nothing was left unattended, unclaimed. Maybe some secrets Lee had forgotten or, perhaps intentionally left for her to find. 

It was then her hands found the still moist cum stain on Lee's shirt that he had worn the night before. She recognized it instantly for what it was, and dropped the shirt into the laundry machine in part disgust. "Oh Nasty," she muttered to herself, her right hand fingers partly coated in Lee's cold cum. She flipped on the machine with her left hand and walked, almost unthinkingly towards the bath where Lee was showering to wash her sticky fingers. Obviously, Kay had seen Lee naked plenty of times before, surely he wouldn't mind if she walked in. In fact he would probably welcome it.

The steam from the shower was hot and Lee barely heard the door open. He peeked through the side of the curtain as she entered. Kay was now at the sink washing her hand. "Found your little 'gift' from last night," she said glaring at him. "Pretty sticky and gross." "Oh yeah that," he said tucking his eyes back in the shower. "Should have warned you I guess."

"You were masturbating last night in our guest bed! With Sam and I in the next room. Shame on you Lee!" Kay went on. "What were you thinking?! And how come Lee? Something get you excited last night?" she said innocently.

"Well if I told you, you probably wouldn't care or believe me." Lee said. 

Intrigued, Kay walked to the side of the shower. She could see Lee's tall outline through the cover of the translucent shower curtain. "Come on, what's the deal," she said. There was silence from inside the shower. "Hey, you still in there or what?" she inquired.

Suddenly, the shower curtain parted at the right side of the bath. Lee pushed his pelvis out into view of the bathroom light. His incredibly beautiful penis was erect, thick, and very, very large, just like she remembered. His head and eyes partially followed. "It was a long drive," he said shyly. "I played with myself for hours thinking about how it would be to see you again."

"Lee." Kay said, partly exasperated, partly excited. "I don't believe you." Naughty and partially unwanted thoughts filled her head. She was pinned, half bewildered, between desire for Lee and devotion to Sam. Her face red with blush. And yet, almost without thought, she opened her robe and let it drop to the floor. She stood naked in the bathroom allowing Lee to look at her. Her breasts were swollen and full. Her pubic mound, thick with black hair. And although she had always been shy about it, Kay had an incredibly sensuous looking body. "I take it you've been thinking about me then." Kay said.

Kay couldn't resist the temptation. She climbed into the shower in front of Lee. "I think I need a shower too you know." Kay said giving herself over to her sexuality. She took his stiff penis in both hands. It was extremely thick to the touch, and handsome to her eyes. "Do you need me to clean you off a bit?" she said touching him. Lee's smile, and little moan, replied for him.

It took both hands to clean his member which she squeezed gently hand over hand with every stroke. Lee's penis was enormous, and nothing short of amazing. It was the biggest Kay had ever encountered. Lee's wholly uncircumcised shaft must have measured nearly 8 ½ inches when it was excited. But it was the thickness that was really intriguing. The tip of Lee's penis which Kay unsheathed with her two-handed stokes was, and unlike other penises, uniform in its thickness. Years ago Kay had measured it as at almost 1 1/4 inches in width. And Kay, who was not necessarily a small woman herself, enjoyed all of it.

Lee pushed his tongue in her mouth and wrapped one large hand almost fully around her breasts, the other her undulating ass. "You are so beautiful. And your ass" he whispered. Her lips found there way from his mouth to his wet chest and she danced her tongue across his smooth chest to his left nipple, then right. He moaned softly and pulled her closer to him, his left hand now clenching her thick round butt. Steaming hot water from the shower head sprayed between them, which brought both of their bodies to a sweat. 

"Lee," she said, her body quivering with shock like anticipation at being with Lee again so suddenly, "I really want you to fuck me. In fact, I need you to fuck me." She turned away from him and faced full on the spray of the shower head. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks open for him. "Do you like that Lee," she said, "do you like what you see? Is it like you remember?" Lee could barely contain himself. His cock was solid and massive. He grabbed her ass and tried to penetrate her vagina threw the spray of water, while taking his sizable thumb and placing it over her now spread anus. He pushed his thumb inside of her. She moaned lightly. "I love your ass, Kay." he said, moving down to put his tongue inside of her. "I mean it. I really love it. It's so round and gorgeous." 

"I'll let you fuck it, if you need to. How long have you been waiting to fuck me in the ass Lee?" she said. "How long have you thought about it and not said anything?" With that Lee stood up and tried to insert his hard wet cock into Kay's asshole. Kay squirmed underneath his big frame and at the thickness and pressure pushing on her anus. Finally, and after several tries, Lee managed to get the head of his enormous penis in her ass. Kay moaned with that perverse sense of pleasure and pain. But Kay's anus was incredibly tight and squeezed shut around the tip of Lee's penis because of its size. That was all Lee could mange however. 

From the moment of penetrating Kay's anus and after only minutes of sexual activity, a wave of hot cum and orgasm sprang from Lee's body and penis into Kay, into her ass, into her body. "Oh, oh god." he moaned. "Oh god, I'm cumming Kay." Kay felt his penis shoot a huge load inside of her.

"I'm so sorry." he managed under his breath still reeling from his orgasm. "I just couldn't help it. You got me so excited by offering yourself, your butt. I just couldn't help it. I tried to make myself stop, but I just couldn't. I'm sorry again." The head of Lee's enormous cock was still in Kay's anus. "God dammit Lee." Kay said, rather disappointed. "I can't believe you came already. And in my ass! Fuck. I can't believe this."

Lee was still recovering. "Oh I'm so sorry again Kay. Le Petite Mort." he said under his breath. "I'd be happy to try to get you off in other ways if you want." He was struggling to remain standing. His orgasm left him drained. "No, no its OK Lee. Just take that huge cock out please. Take it out of my ass if you can. And please try not to hurt me." she implored. 

Lee struggled to remove his still swollen member, but, because of its thickness, it was lodged tight in Kay's asshole which had constricted tight after Lee's orgasm. 

Kay swore harshly at him in pain when he tried to tug at it and remove it. There was simply no lubrication and the water made it worse. "I think we're going to need some oil or something to get you out of me Lee." she said, rather embarrassed, the huge tip of Lee's still swollen cock still locked in her asshole. Kay shut off the water for the shower and struggled for a towel pulling Lee, rather unwillingly, with her as she reached. "Just try to relax." she said, "Maybe relaxing will make it better. And I think we need to try to get out of this tub." They moved lockstep from the tub together, Lee's pelvis still wedged to Kay's behind. Kay grabbed a small vial of lubrication from the shelf over the toilet and handed it to Lee.

However, over the sound of their squeaky bodies which struggled to get out of the tub without doing injury to Kay's anus, they both heard the bark of the dogs that were now running to the opening front door of the house. 

"Lee, Lee. I think someone's at the door? Do you hear it?!" Kay said. Kay's heart leapt into her throat. "Oh god." she said quietly to herself, letting Lee overhear. "I think Sam might be home Lee! Oh god." Kay whispered again almost panicked. 

"Sweetie. Sweetie are you here?" she heard Sam's voice call. "Kay, Lee? You guys here?" said Sam. Kay quickly reached over and locked the bathroom door, and much to his surprise, involuntarily squeezed Lee's huge member extremely tight with her anus as she did so. Kay and Lee didn't make a sound, but stood still as possible, with Kay lurched over the bathroom sink and Lee hulking behind her, for what seemed like an eternity. 

Lee quietly dumped as much lubrication on to his member as he could. The oil went everywhere, all over Kay's ass checks and down between her legs, then to the bathroom floor. Lee worked the lubrication between them. This had an unplanned reverse effect. Instead of shrinking Lee's cock, the lubrication served to grow it. 

Kay, much to her dismay, felt Lee's cock, which was still in her ass, start to get hard again. With the help of the oil that she had found--and thinking wrongly that Lee would use the oil to get himself out of her ass without injury--Lee slowly pushed himself deeper into her. "What are you doing?" whispered Kay giving him a rather backwards glance. Kay struggled to keep from hollering in pain (and debilitating pleasure) even with the lubrication as Lee's penis pushed into her anus. 

Lee pushed his penis deeper inside of Kay, and placed his large left hand over her mouth to keep her from crying out. He then grabbed her left breast in his right hand where his arm still encircled her waist and pulled her closer to him. To Kay's shock, Lee began to fuck her again in the ass encouraged by the lubrication that she had provided, and engorged by the thought of being discovered by Kay's husband Sam. Kay, now much to her dismay, watched her ex-boyfriend Lee fuck her from behind in the bathroom mirror, aghast and horrified of their imminent discovery by Sam. She didn't know what to do.

They continued to hear Sam inquire as to their whereabouts. "Kay, are you guys here?" said Sam. There was a knock from Sam at the bathroom door. Sam twisted the knob which was locked. "Hello," said Sam, "Anyone in there?" 

Lee tightened his hand over Kay's mouth and pushed his cock inside of her ass as deep as he could until his entire shaft was inside of her. Tears started to stream from the sides of Kay's eyes. "I'm in here Sam." said Lee in response, tightening his hand over Kay's mouth. "I'm not sure where Kay went. She said something about laundry and maybe running to the neighbors." Lee continued as casually as he could. "We'll... I mean, I'll be finished in a bit." he finished hoarsely. Lee slowly kept sliding his penis inside of Kay as he spoke with Sam. 

"OK." said Sam walking away from the door, "I'll wait and hold out for you." said Sam as he moved away from the bathroom door.

Lee removed his hand from Kay's mouth and continued to thrust his fully erect cock deep into Kay's ass. Kay almost passed out from Lee's humping thrusts and the feel of Lee's giant penis inside of her. It was almost unbearable. Her legs buckled under her, as she dipped towards the floor of the bath. Lee supported her frame by wrapping his big hands around her large soft breasts and gently guided her to the tile floor. Lee then straddled her, wrapping his large frame around Kay from behind. Kay's breasts gently pressed against the tile. 




The Visit



Lee moved his bearded lips to her mouth and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Almost to his surprise, Kay met his tongue with an incredibly passionate kiss. "Oh Lee." she moaned as quietly as she could. "What are you doing to me? Oh my god Lee. We need to stop...oh god." she whispered under her breath still sucking on his lips as he fucked her. "Fuck have I missed you so much. I loved you so much, so much, when we were together sweetie." 

Kay's softly spoken words sent both of them into bliss. Kay, who had pushed her fingers on to her clitoris, began to have an intense orgasm that sent shock waves back through Lee's body. Lee pulled his oily cock out of Kay's ass, grabbed the enormous tip in order to unsheathe the head of his penis and began to cum all over Kay. Lee's thick seaman flew everywhere between them, all over Kay's back and wet hair, into Lee's own face and thick beard, onto the tile floor, even onto Kay's ear and forehead. And it was all Lee could do to keep from screaming, but his forced silence made his orgasm that much stronger. "Oh god. Oh Kay, god I love you..." said Lee, barely containing himself, and speaking almost inaudibly.

Kay also had one of the most incredible orgasms she had in months, maybe years. And to hear Lee use the words I love you when he came, sent ripples of amorous affection out through her body and ass towards Lee. "Lee, Lee." Kay said. "Oh god sweetie, I really love you too..." There lips met and interlocked while both of them came together.

Lee lay on top of her, enjoying their cum covered bodies, for what seemed like an eternity. It was Kay who broke the silence first. "Lee." she said. "We have to go out and deal with Sam, Lee." "I know, I know." he whispered back as he brought himself to his knees, his huge cock still semi-erect. "Why don't you let me deal with this now." said Lee.

Lee hurriedly grabbed a towel and tried to get as much as the seaman off of himself as he could and then wrapped the towel around his waistline. His stuck out his chest, which was firm and lightly fit for a young potter, and moved toward the bathroom door. "What are you going to do? What will you say?" whispered Kay who, still lying on the bathroom floor, grabbed a towel of her own. Lee stood up. "Wait here and don't make a sound. If all goes well, hopefully I'll be right back."



The Visit



You're coming to visit me today. I'm very excited but try to get some things done before you get here. There's still about an hour and a half till you're due. I decide to take a shower and relax a bit. As I turn the water on and take off my clothes, thoughts of you and what will happen when we see each other fill my head. I start soaping up and notice that I am spending some extra time washing my chest. The nipples are getting very hard and erect. It's sending a little tingling straight to my pussy, which is getting wet. I snap out of it and think to myself, "I will wait till he gets here."

Pushing those hot thoughts out of my head for the moment, I finish showering. In my bedroom, I look thru my clothes and try to decide what to wear. Since I know you're very fond of black stockings and lacy things I grab my nicest pair of thigh-high stockings and begin to put them on. They make me feel all sexy and warm inside and as I'm pulling them up to my thighs, my hand brushes against my steaming pussy. It sends shock waves of pleasure thru my body.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... that feels soo good!" My mind is racing and I can feel the heat burning inside. In my bottom drawer I find a very hot, sheer black teddy that I haven't worn in a long time. I wonder if it still fits so I try it on for size. It does fit, tight in all the right places and totally see thru in others.

Smoothing imaginary wrinkles from my waistline and chest, I get those hot feelings back.... and much stronger than before in the shower. I can't stop myself this time, couldn't if I wanted to. The tingling in my soaking pussy is too much so I lie down on the bed and let my hands roam over it. I run my hands over my shaved hairless pussy, sliding down to the swollen lips...making my whole body twitch. Taking a finger I start to search out my hard clit and lightly slide over it.

Ohhhhh...it's so hot and so wet that a finger or two from my other hand slip inside my hot snatch. The waves of pleasure are crashing over me now and I feel myself climbing toward a huge orgasm.

Just then you walk in. I stop for a second, and look at you very seductively. You smile a sly little smile and tell me to go ahead and finish. 

Slowly my fingers continue as you start to take your clothes off. I'm watching you as you undress and when your pants come off, you can see me looking at the huge 10 inch hard-on in your underwear. My fingers are moving very fast now, knowing that you're totally turned on by the sight of me. You drop your shorts, and being totally naked now, start walking toward me. My fingers are really flying now and you can tell I'm getting close to cumming. You bend down next to me and take one of my hard nipples gently between your lips...licking it and teasing it to a hardness like none I have ever known. 

You then move to the other one and use your fingers on the first one. The moans cumming from my mouth tell you that it won't be long till I am going to cum very hard. You slide my tongue down my belly and replace my fingers just as I am rocketing to heaven on my first orgasm. My hips buck up strongly and my whole body shakes. 

The juice pouring from me is sweet and you lap it up. All the while I have reached out and gripped your raging 10 inch cock and began slipping my fingers over it demandingly. 

As my body relaxes a bit, you move between my open legs and point your hard rod at my slippery cunt. Using one hand, you guide it to the entrance and raise my hips up to meet it. At the same time, you shove my hips forward and your cock slides into the hilt. 

You are beginning to move in slow, full strokes, going from the very edge to the very bottom on every push. I'm moaning loudly now and you pick up the pace till you're pounding my pussy hard...making me gush with hot juice. 

I'm lying on my back and you are on your knees with my legs up in front of you, my head hanging over the side of the bed...slamming your rock hard dick into my tight pussy, filling it with each lunge. It's too much for me and I cum with a force I have never had before. 

My whole body is one big nerve that is being electrified and jumping, twitching with every shove of your cock. My pussy is gripping you so tight that it triggers your orgasm and you shoot shot after shot of hot cum deep in my wetness. When we both calm down a bit, we cuddle and caress each other's bodies and bask in the soft afterglow of our earth shattering orgasms. 

After several minutes of cuddling me, you whisper into my ear, "Put on a dress, baby, and let's go for a ride." 

I scramble out of bed and run to get dressed because I know what my lover has on his mind. We jump in the truck and head down the open road.

With your hand high on my thigh, we look for a private place to pull over. As you pull the truck off of the road near a sparkling lake, my hands begin to wander. I run my hands up and down your chest, your stomach and straight to your cock and lovingly stroke you through your pants. You grab my hand and pull me from the truck with a very wicked smile upon your face. We walk to the back of the truck and you lower the tailgate and sit me upon it. You slide between my legs and I wrap my arms and legs around you. We devour each other's mouths in a hot kiss. Your hands are busy with the buttons on my dress, longingly seeking out my breasts.

You pinch my nipples and run your tongue down my neck to them. You take my erect nipple into your mouth and flick it with your tongue. I place my hands on your head encouraging you to suck and bite me harder. You gently lay me back into the bed of the truck and finish unbuttoning my dress. 

Your hands are racing all over my body, touching, caressing, exploring as you go. You need for me has not diminished as you slowly run your tongue down my body. When you reach my thigh, you run your tongue teasingly on the inside, running it back and forth, driving me insane. Finally I feel your tongue reach my clit and I moan with pleasure. You take your tongue and tease me over and over until I grab a hold of your head and push you straight into my pussy, letting you know that I am ready to get down to business again. 

You take me over the first peak and continue to take me over the next. I arch my back and let out a scream of pleasure. I beg you to stop, telling you that I can simply take no more and you climb into the truck with me. I have you to lie on your back so I can work my magic on you. I take your cock into my mouth and run my tongue around the head until I hear you moan. Then I take you deep into my mouth, moving up and down on your cock very slowly. Having your cock in my mouth and feeling the hardness of you is more than I can take. 

I slide my body up yours and straddle you. I kiss your lips and slide you inside of me. At first I just sit there, feeling your hard cock throbbing inside of me, and then I slowly start to move up and down upon you. You place your hands upon my breasts and enjoy the ride. I grind my hips upon you.

You lift me off of your lap and climb out of the truck and I follow. You place your hands on my hips and push me face down on the tailgate and enter me from behind. I arch my back and push against you. Our movements become faster and faster and our moans louder and louder. At your point of excitement, you pull out and shoot you hot cum all over my back. I collapse on the tailgate and fight to catch my breath. As we are recovering, we hear a car racing down the road. We jump into our clothes and get into the truck. The car pulls over and the policeman asks if we need any help and we smile at one another and both answer, "No Sir, thank you anyway." 

The End



The Visit



I had just sat back down at my computer after putting the kids on the bus when I heard a knock on the door. Mildly curious, I pushed in the desk chair and opened the door a crack. Immediately my heart seemed to pause, then began beating furiously in my chest.

"Hey," he said, smiling at me with his head cocked to the right. My mouth went dry as I stared at the tumbled black curls and gorgeous, curving lips.

"Hi," I stammered, feeling chubby and inadequate. He swept me into a hug, and I found myself pressed into the third button of his shirt, his spicy scent enveloping me.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked, already breezing by me and into the house. I followed after, shuffling my feet.

"It's so empty in here," he exclaimed. "How's the moving going? Almost ready to say goodbye to this ole house?"

Now that we were in the same room, my breath was caught by his good looks. He was taller than me, probably about six feet, with olive skin, a striking Italian face, and a ready smile. He was wearing an open-collar shirt that revealed just his collar bone, and blue jeans that left little to the imagination.

"Is your handsome hubby home?" , he asked.

"He went for more boxes," I answered breathlessly, wishing I could sound more normal. "He'll be back in maybe fifteen minutes. He'll be so happy to see you here." 

My visitor plunked himself onto the sofa and sighed. "Nice couch. It's so soft! I love leather, don't you?"

I smiled nervously and sat myself down. "So it's just you?" I asked. "Where's the girlfriend you've been telling us so much about?"

"Oh, we had to go our separate ways I think," he answered me. He shrugged, and made a gesture with his long, thick fingers. I realized I hadn't offered him anything to drink.

"Can I get you some refreshments?" I asked, making a move to get up.

"No," he said, catching my arm gently. I sat down, feeling an irrational happiness from his touch. He looked me straight in the eye, and I found myself imagining kissing those perfect lips. 

"Give me a tour?" He asked me.

"Of course," I answered rising and holding out my hand to help him up. He took my hand, stood, but didn't release my hand. My palm and fingers burned from his touch, and I was sure he could feel my pulse thundering away. I started with the kids' rooms and then showed him the kitchen. "We can't wait to move out of here, I'm sure you can see why," I babbled.

He cocked his head again, this time to the left. "Whyever would you want to leave this paradise?" He asked sarcastically, gesturing at the dumpy kitchen. "So I'm guessing that's the bathroom," he said, glancing in. "Did you paint this?"

"Yes. It was this horrible pink wallpaper before..." I tapered off as he faced my bedroom. 

"What secrets will I find in here?" he said in a playfully spooky voice. I opened the door for him. It was mostly empty now, but our bookshelf was still in one corner, our mattress still resting on its boxspring on the floor.

"I sleep on the floor too," he told me. "But that's expected for a college student, isn't it? What's up with that? No money for a proper bed?"

"Um..." I found myself reddening. "It's just more convenient, you know...?"

He looked confused. "What's more convenient?"

"Well.... Um...." my mouth went dry, and I gestured futilely. "For sex, it's more convenient, to have it on the floor...."

"So you don't fall off?" He asked me, lounging against the door frame.

"Well, yeah, and..." I trailed off again.

"And?" He made a little gesture with his dark eyebrows.

"And there's this really good angle, for sex, you know," I said, rushing in my embarrassment.

"Really?" he asked, drawing the word out and wiggling his eyebrows again. "Do tell me more."

I stared at the pink carpet, feeling myself grow flushed. What was he up to? "Well," I answered slowly. "We haven't done it for a while, but we used to have me sort of propped up on the side of the bed, and him on top of the bed... and I'm upside down...."

My visitor reached out and touched my shoulder gently. "Don't stop now," he said. "I'm having trouble visualizing this. Perhaps if you demonstrated it?"

I looked at him and felt his eyes boring into mine. My heart was going so fast I thought for sure I would pass out, and I felt a prickle as I began to get a little damp from all the excitement. I sat on the floor and placed my hips on the bed, my legs spread. "And my husband goes here..." I gestured between my legs, and then sat up uncertainly on the bed. My friend sat next to me, perfectly comfortable with his surroundings.

"Oh looky, a TV and a DVD player! What naughty things do we watch in here?" He sat forward and pushed the eject button. I stammered and tried to grab him, but he was too quick for me. "OOH, a porn!!" He practically yelled. "This one is good, maybe we should watch it?"

He seemed to suddenly notice my restraining hand on his bicep. "Or maybe not," he said, his voice suddenly husky. He set the DVD down on the TV and sat down next to me again. "You're prettier than the picture you sent me," he accused, a smile tugging at his mouth. He suddenly seemed very close to me.

"I'm not..." I took a deep breath. "I'm not pretty. Not the kind of girl you go out with. You know, the skinny anorexic kind." I laughed.

He stood up suddenly. "Come here," he demanded. I came over to him, and he turned me around to look at the full length closet mirror. "Look at yourself," He commanded me. I looked. I saw a short, pudgy woman with tanned skin and dark curls.

"You have this curly dark hair," he said, lifting it off my neck. "Most women spend hours in the bathroom trying to get hair this curly. And you have a really sexy neck." He bent down and kissed my neck gently, his lips grazing along with just a hint of teeth. I shivered and bit my lip so I wouldn't moan.

"And then you have these big, beautiful breasts," he whispered, reaching forward and massaging them gently. First cupping them, then circling the nipples, his hands were strong and capable, and this time I whimpered a little at his touch.

"You are totally gorgeous," he murmured, and turned me to face him. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. His lips were soft, and as he kissed me, his hands circled from my face to the back of my neck and held me there, his tongue slipping between my lips. I leaned against him a little, and he collapsed onto the bed, taking me with him. Suddenly I was on top of him, still kissing him while his hands slid down my body. My breathing had sped up, and I began to hesitantly play with his buttons. A little moan escaped from his mouth, so I began unbuttoning faster. His chest was a perfect bronze color, with wiry muscles and well-defined abs. Leaning over, I kissed him gently on the chest, savoring his salty taste. I felt a tug as he tried to pull my T shirt off me, and I raised my arms to help him. He threw my shirt into a corner, his eyes shining as he took in my breasts. I took his face in my hands and kissed him again.

The door swung open. My husband stood in the door, his face flushed. I could see his cock straining against his jeans. "Started without me, did you?" He asked breathlessly. 

I grinned at him. "Do you blame me?" I asked. "Look at him!" I gestured to my friend, who was struggling to get out of his shirt and undo my bra at the same time. My husband slid off his pants and shirt in record time and got up on the bed. I grabbed his cock and began to suck it happily. It was the perfect size for my mouth and tasted remarkably sweet. I moved a little to undo my shorts and let everyone get completely undressed, then I came right back and slid down slowly on my new lover's cock. He gasped a little, but began fondling my breasts immediately.

"She's good, isn't he?" my husband asked, thrusting his hips toward my face. I twisted my body a little to him to get a better angle on his cock. My new lover just moaned and grabbed my hips. I shoved myself down on him. He felt so good, hot and thick inside me, filling me up. He was longer and thicker than my husband, I noticed, but I didn't care. It felt amazing to have him writhing and thrusting beneath me.

"Oh, GOD," my husband moaned, and grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to swallow him deeper. My new lover moaned too and began madly pushing into me. I felt an orgasm growing me, my breath came faster, and I began to whimper around my husband's cock. My lover felt my pussy squeezing him and pushed faster and harder. Finally, he grabbed my hips fiercely and I felt him pump his cum into me. I slid off him and rolled over on the bed. My husband entered me immediately, his face hot next to mine. I rolled my head a little and looked at my new lover. He had a dazed expression on his face, but he looked quite happy. My husband, meanwhile, was pumping away faster and faster. I couldn't help myself. I orgasmed again as he filled me with cum. He pushed off me and landed next to me on the bed. We all looked at each other incredulously, and then we all began to laugh.

"Well that answers one question," my husband said.

"What's that?" asked my lover, balancing on one elbow and grazing my breasts gently with one hand.

"Whether or not this bed can fit three people," my husband answered, laughing.



The Visit



They sat opposite each other, as they had a hundred times before. She was sitting on the sofa at a slight angle to him, her left leg tucked under her, legs very slightly apart. He sat on the arm chair looking at her closely, taking in every small detail. The way her blouse clung to her full round breasts, open just enough to give a glimpse of her cleavage and the way the lace of her bra caressed her breast, how her skirt stopped at the top of her knees, letting him see the start of her thighs.

She was not what anyone would call beautiful, she was rather plain. The years of hard work and two children, who had grown and left home, had taken their toll. She had never fully lost the weight gained during her second pregnancy but it had never bothered her. Still he had found her sexually attractive. It always made him slightly uncomfortable being totally alone with her, knowing how many times he had fantasised about her.

"A penny for them." The sound of her voice came from a distance.

"Sorry, what?" 

"For your thoughts, you where miles away."

He could feel his face redden. "Please don't ask what I was thinking" he thought.

"Well?" she was watching him closely. "What were you thinking about?"

He could feel the embarrassment show on his face. "Nothing important" he lied.

"Really?" 

He look at her, her face looked younger than it had a couple of moments ago, her eyes seemed brighter.

"Whatever it was you seemed to be enjoying it." Her voice was soft and slightly deeper than usual. Her eyes had briefly lowered and now she was watching him, waiting. 

Then he felt it. His cock was getting hard. He watched as her eyes glanced down again, and felt his cock twitch. He saw her eyebrows rise as his growing hard-on moved against the tightening confines of his jeans.

"So are you going to tell me?" Her voice was soft, just above a whisper, her eyes still fixed on his groin.

"Well," his voice was shaking; he had played this moment in his head a thousand times. "I was just thinking what it would be like to kiss you."

"Is that all, or is there more?" She looked deep into his eyes.

He blushed.

She slowly stood, walked towards him, and sat on the arm of the chair. Her mouth moved towards his, their eyes locked. His heart was racing, he had fantasised about this moment for as long as he could remember. As their lips met, what felt like a jolt of electricity coursed through his body. Her arms encircled him, pulling him close to her, holding him tightly. It felt so natural, so right. Her tongue gently slipped between his lips and searched for his. As he placed his right hand on her knee, and she parted her legs. His hand moved slowly up her thigh, his fingers gently caressing her soft skin. He moved his free hand to her left breast, gently closing his fingers over it. A gasp came from her, her body pressed closer.

She stopped kissing him and pulled her head away. He looked at her flushed cheeks and her bright eyes, she smiled. Gently taking his left hand from her breast, she stood up and led him to the sofa. As they sat down she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she started to slowly unbutton her blouse. When it was open she let it drop away, before unclipping her bra. He stared at her large ample breasts, his hands itching to touch, his mouth to taste, her dark nipples already erect. The sight was better than any of his fantasies. As she looked up at him he lent forwards meaning to kiss her, but she guided his head towards her breasts. She gasped aloud as his mouth closed over her right nipple. He sucked it deeper into his mouth, feeling the nipple harden. As his tongue flicked over it he felt her push it deeper into his mouth. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and repeated his actions, this time giving it a gentle bite. She moaned softly in his ear. He wanted to stay like this, to continue sucking and nibbling her wonderful overly large nipples. She pulled away from him. "You can have them again in a minute." She told him, obviously seeing the pained look in his eyes.

She lifted his t-shirt over his head and threw it across the room. Then slowly, never breaking eye contact, completely undress him. As she removed his boxer shorts he felt the relief as his cock was finally free from its tightening confines. Glancing down he was amazed how hard and enlarged he was and a slight gasp escaped his lips. He looked at her, as if she could give him a reason why. She looked down at his cock her eyes widening.

"I had a feeling you would have a big cock, but fuck." His cock twitched as she spoke.

"Ah, so my swearing gets you even more turned on."

Her hand reached out and took hold of his cock. As she slowly starting to rub her hand up and down the length of him she kissed him passionately, again pressing her tongue into his mouth. He placed a hand on the back of her head and pressed his mouth hard against hers. Their kissing became fiercer, animal passion taking over.

"Suck my nipples again please" she was almost pleading with him.

He kept looking into her eyes as he took her left nipple into his mouth. She stared down at him, their lust reflected in her eyes.

"Harder, suck harder." He gently bit her nipple. "Fuck that feels so good."

Her free hand cupped her neglected breast, he watched amazed as she raised her breast to her mouth and teased her nipple with her tongue. She let go of his cock and sat astride him, she removed her breast from his mouth and started to massage them. She began slowly rocking back and forward grinding against his cock, he could feel the damp lace of her knickers rubbing against him. The feeling, a mixture of pleasure and pain, satisfaction, but wanting more, oh God, so much more. She slowly slid off him onto the floor, so that she kneeling in front of him between his legs. She looked deep into his eyes, as she flicked her tongue over her still hard nipple.

"I want you to fuck my tits." She told him placing his cock between her breasts and pressing them together gripping him tightly. Slowly she started to move her breasts up and down the length of his cock, the motion building until her whole body was moving up and down in front of him. She lowered her head letting his cock enter her mouth each time her motion allowed, running her tongue over his tip. She continued until his moans became louder, he could feel his balls tightening.

"Stop," he said hoarsely "You're going to make me cum."

"That would be a waste." She said straightening up, smiling at him. "I don't want that anywhere else but in my pussy."

His cock gave another involuntary twitch. She moved back up next to him on the sofa, laying back she spread her legs, reaching a hand down she slipped a finger inside her knickers. He could just make out her finger running the length of her slit, but he needed to see more. He knelt between her thighs and pulled her knickers down his eyes fixed on her pussy as she continued to move her finger up and down. His cock tightened as she removed her wet finger placing it in her mouth and sucked it. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, just either side of her trimmed pussy.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"It's even better than I imagined."

"So you've thought about this before?"

"Just a couple of times." He answered blushing.

He again looked down between her legs, staring at the swollen, wet lips that were clean shaven. He moved his head closer to, savouring the sweet musky smell of her sex. He kissed her neatly cropped pubic hair, before running his tongue along her slit. She let out a soft moan as he pressed his mouth harder against her pussy, gently opening it with his tongue. As the tip of his tongue flicked over her clit he glanced up at her, watching as she bit her bottom lip. He slowly circled it with his tongue, occasionally running his tongue over it. Eventually he closed his mouth over her hard bud and sucked, surprised to feel how much it came out from its hood.

"Fuck." She whimpered aloud, "Don't stop."

He looked up again and saw her once more kneading her large breasts. He sucked on her clit again. This time she looked down at him, pure lust in her eyes. He could feel her thighs quivering as he held her pussy open for him to enjoy. 

"Suck it!" She took her nipples between her fingers and thumbs pinching them. "Suck my clit!" It was almost a growl.

He watched her as he sucked her large, hard clit between his lips, feeling her hips lift off the sofa, forcing her pussy hard against his mouth. She continued to grind her pussy against his mouth, he was getting harder. He knew she was close to orgasm and so he slowly slid one then two fingers into her, God she was so wet.

"I'm going to cum!" she moaned. He felt her starting to tighten around his fingers gripping them. Her body started to shake, her breaths coming in short sharp gasps. Her back arched as she started to orgasm. She gripped his wrist and forced his fingers all the way into her pussy, and then he felt her juices starting to flow as her pussy pulsed around him. She pushed his head down forcing his mouth towards her pussy hole at the same time removing his fingers and moving them to her mouth. As he started to drink her juices she sucked and licked his fingers clean. She tasted better than he could have imagined. His mouth was filling with her juices, he couldn't believe a woman could cum this much!

She pulled him up and kissed him deeply tasting her juices on his lips. Reaching down she took hold of his cock and guided it into her wet and eager pussy, as the tip touch her lips she lay back on the sofa and wrapped her legs around his waist guiding him in. Gently she pressed her heels into the small of his back, slowly edging his cock deeper into her. She had about his length in her when she stopped and rocked her hips slowly, getting herself used to his size. When she was comfortable she again pulled him deeper into her increasing the pressure of her heels. He felt his pubic hair hit her mound, she held him tightly there with her legs again rocking her hips. When she comfortable again she released the pressure on his back, he took her lead and started to slowly move his cock in and out of her.

She groaned as she felt him move in and out, when his cock was fully in she would push back on him taking his full length. She was in ecstasy, she couldn't remember the last time she had felt this full. Her hips started to rock back and forth in time with his strokes, encouraging him too speed up. His rhythm become long and deliberate, he savoured the feeling of her pussy gripping his shaft.

"We can make love later, right now just fuck me." She whispered.

He increased the speed of his strokes in response to her demands, forcing his cock into her. She groaned, he went harder, and so it continued, he went faster she moaned, he went harder she groaned, he went deeper she gasped. He felt her pussy tighten around his cock and his balls started to tighten. How many times had he dreamt about this moment, had longed for it and now here he was.

He started trying to fight it, to hold off his orgasm, to last longer. Her groans were turning to screams, her body was shaking. He was feeling light headed, feeling his orgasm building, he was ready to burst, when she screamed that she was cumming. He stopped fighting his own need to hold back and let it consume him. His balls tightened he felt his cum moving up his cock until it erupted deep in to her pussy. Her legs pulled him close to her, she felt his cum fill her pussy, her back arched forcing him to fill her completely. She felt the mixture of their juices starting to drip from pussy. He slumped forward onto her their bodies entwined heaving breathlessly. 

He kissed her softly on the lips, not a full kiss, just a gentle peck, but it said more then any other kiss that afternoon.

After a shower he walked down the quiet street his mind reliving recant events, he was glad he had promised to look in once a week and see if his best friend's widowed mother was in need of anything.



The Visit



Back when I was in college, I was a volunteer assistant with one of the women's teams. A few years later, I got a phone call from one of the former players asking if I'd show her and a few of her teammates a good time in the city since they were coming to visit where I had relocated. It sounded like it would be fun, so I said sure. I also offered them a place to crash since I had two big couches, a futon chair that unfolded, and my roommate was going to be staying at his girlfriend's that weekend. She said that sounded like a plan.

Friday arrived and the group showed up at my place. There were four girls that made the trip from the various parts of the state. Molly, the one who called me, was a 5'9" dirty blonde. She wasn't the model of fitness, but wasn't out of shape either. Lindsey was in good shape still, keeping her dark-haired 5'8" frame toned. Erica was the tallest and most laid back of the group, with dark curly hair, a small chest, but long legs and a great ass. The last girl was someone I always had a crush on, Jill. Jill was about Lindsey's size, with brown wavy hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body. She had large c-cup breasts and an amazing ass. After giving each one a hug and getting them all situated, we sat down to catch up and have a round of drinks before heading out.

About an hour later, we drove into the city and I found parking and we walked a few blocks to a club I knew to be pretty fun. We're hanging out at the bar when a group of guys came up and asked the girls to dance. The girls were game, so they headed off to the dance floor. I've never been a big dancer so I chilled at the bar with the drinks. A few minutes later though, this nice looking petite blonde came up and asked me if those were my sisters I was out with. I shyly told her that of course they were and we started joking back and forth. 

I peaked out to see the girls having a good time, dancing up on the guys and getting nice and flirty. Sarah, the blonde, leaned in and told me that she'd love to fuck me. I turned, looked at her, and then grabbed her hand and lead her outside. The few blocks back to my car were a blur, but I was extremely thankful for owning an SUV. The tinted windows in the backseat were also very appreciatd at that moment and I keyed the automatic locks, opened the back door and escorted Sarah into the back. Sarah immdeiately ripped off her top to show me nice 34B tits and I went right for them. I licked around her nipples and then started to suck them, alternating time equally to the right, then back to the left. 

I slid down so that I was kneeling on the floor and began to undo her pants and slid them off. Not surprisingly, she was pantiless and I started rubbing her clit and she slithered around like a snake. 

Her pussy was well trimmed with just a line of pubic hair above her slit. She was very wet by hen and I got the urge to dive down and start eating her out. While licking her clit, I also stuck two fingers into her and started finger fucking her, using my other hand to wrap around her left leg and allowing me to reach down to keep her pussy spread. I had great access to her clit. I started picking up the pace with my fingers and applying firm pressure on her clit with each lick of my tongue. I heard her moaning and my face was getting soaked from her juices. 

Just before she came, I pulled my hand out, pulled down my pants, grabbed both her legs so her feet are on my shoulders, and slowly slid my cock inside her. I was on top with her bent in half. I grabbed onto the back of the seat for leverage and began to pound the slut's soaking wet pussy. She was really loud, telling me to fuck her hard while I hammered into her at jackhammer pace. I was intent to make her cum and fuck her hard and fast. After about five minutes, she told me that she was there and I slamme her for all I was worth. The pace is so fast that I was pretty worked up too and as she began to spasm I dumped my load right into her sopping wet box. I just layed on her for a minute, softly kissing her, then slid out and let her lick my cock clean before getting dressed and climbing out of the car. I kissed her on the cheek and said goodbye.

I got back into the club and found the girls at the bar chatting with the guys. They were relieved to see me as they were worried I had left. After letting them know I just needed some air, they insisted I dance with them. We headed out to the dance floor and swayed to the music. Each one took a turn grinding up on me, flirting harmlessly. I played along, knowing that I've already had a good night. They told me how the guys they were dancing with earlier had offered to give them a place to crash, but they were happy when I had showed up because the idea of shacking up with strange guys in a strange city was not the best plan.

After about thirty minutes of dancing, we headed back to the bar for one last round. The guys from earlier were there to flirt with the girls and Erica was pretty happy with her guy from the look of it. Lindsey announced that it was time for our group to head home. She grabbed Erica and we headed back to the car. We jumped in and drove back to my place. On the way inside, Jill told me that she saw me talking with that cute blonde and prodded me about my 'walk' outside.

I gave in and told the girls about seducing her in the car. Molly wanted all the sordid details, so I started from the beginning and gave them the whole graphic story. They were all smiling and whooping and telling me what a dog I was. 

I informed them that I needed a shower and they were welcome to watch tv or have more drinks and I was going to be out in a bit. I went into my room, grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom and into the shower. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and Erica asked if she can could come in to pee. I peered out from around the shower curtain and said sure, as long as she didn't freeze me by flushing. I heard her sit down and she tells me how hot she had gotten from all the flirting and my story.

I was washing my face with my back to the shower head when I heard the shower curtain pulled back a little, then felt her hands start to rub my chest. I immediately started to get hard as she worked her way down to stroke my cock. I leaned back to wash the soap off my face, then looked back at Erica who was naked and had squatted down to suck my cock. I just dropped my head back and started to enjoy it. She worked my head in and out of her mouth and had both hands on my ass for balance. She pulled my cock out and licked my balls for a minute then went back to work on my shaft, taking me all the way down her throat before pulling out to the head. She continued this technique for a few minutes until I couldn't take anymore. I started to buck and shot my load right into her mouth. She swallowed it all like a champ and then stood and let me know that she always did want to blow me before climbing out and toweling off and leaving the bathroom. I finished up and dried myself off a minute later, threw on my shorts and headed back to my room.

Iwas only in my room for a minute when I heard the door open. I looked back and it was Molly. She came in, closed the door behind her and told me that if Erica got to try me, that she gets a turn too. She pushed me back onto my bed and climbed on top as we started kissing. I reached down and put both hands on her nice round ass. She sat up and ripped her top off, showing her nice 36B tits. She reached back and uhooked her bra and leaned forward so her tits were right on my face. I started to work on her nipples as she reached down and started to pull my shorts off and grabbed my cock. I was still pretty spent from Erica, so Molly got up, stripped off her pants and black panties and climbed back on me. She leaned in so I get another minute on her tits, then slid up so her pussy was right over my face. She lowered herself so she was covering my mouth. I started licking her and reached up to her hips so I could hold her down onto my mouth. She tasted great as I worked my tongue in circles around her clit. She started to wiggle and writhe on my face as I ate my second pussy of the night. She arched back and grabbed ahold of my still semi erect cock and slowly stroked it while I went to town on her pussy. My face was getting soaked as she really started to moan. I buried my face deep into her crotch, licking fast as she began to cum and cover me with her sweet orgasm. She climbed off and thanked me for satisfying her, got dressed and headed back out to the living room.

I grabbed another towel and headed back into the bathroom to wash off my face. I got back into my room and found Lindsey in my bed waiting for me. Her clothes were all over the floor and she was laying under the covers, but just enough so that her little 36B tits were showing off to me. She told me that it was her turn and to strip down and climb into bed. I did as commanded, and eased my way on top of her and in between her legs. We started to make out and I felt myself getting hard as I felt the heat from her pussy on my cock. I reached down and fingered her for a second before sliding into her. I started to slowly fuck her missionary as she begged me for it. The more she talked, the faster I started going. She said some of the dirtiest things I had ever heard as I started pounded her as hard as I could, pulling out fast and then slamming my hips hard into her. 

I could tell she wanted it hard, so I pulled out and rolled her over onto her hands and knees and slammed into her from behind. I grabbed her hair with one hand and hip with the other and started really laying into her as she moaned in pleasure. From all the work earlier, it took me a while before I was ready to cum. It felt like an eternity of me hammering her from behind and I was pretty sure she had orgasmed twice by the time I pulled out and spewed all over her back. She collapsed forward and just layed there for a minute gathering herself and enjoying how dirty she felt for being cum on by her former assistant. She reached back and wiped the cum around and into her skin before licking the bulk of it off her fingers. She didn't even bother to get dressed, just picked up her clothes and headed back to the living room while I lay on my bed exhausted.

I passed out like that, naked on my bed with all the lights on. I awoke some time later to see the sun rise through the windows. I got up and walked over to turned the lights off. As I got to the door, I saw Jill standing on the other side watching me. I cracked it open a little more and asked her to come in. I closed the door behind her, turned off the lights, and came up behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and started kissing her neck. I reached down and stripped off the t-shirt she had changed into, then pulled down her shorts and panties, enjoying the dim site of her naked in the mirror on th wall in front of us. I turned her around and started kissing her as I reached down and put both hands on her glorious ass. She reached up and put both arms around my shoulders. We kissed this way for a minute before I picked her up and moved her over to the wall. She wrapped her legs around my hips and reached down with one of her hands and guided me into her. 

I started fucking up into her while she was pressed up against the wall. Her pussy felt so good to me and I just stared into her eyes while I slowly moved in and out of her, taking my time on both the in and out thrusts. I had dreamed about fucking her for a long time so I wanted to enjoy this feeling. I moved us over to my desk chair and I sat us down. She stood up and turned around and then sat back down on me so she was facing away, with her legs spread on either side of the chair and began to move up and down on my cock. I grabbed hold of her hips and helped move her up and down as I got to watch her tight lips ease up and off my cock, then back down. She started to pick up the pace, then began to lean forward so her hands were on the floor in front of us. I had an amazing view of her pussy as she fucked down onto me. After another minute of this I felt myself start to get ready to cum. I stoodd us up so I was nailing her from behind with her bent over, still touching the floor. I grabbed her hips and started to pound her as hard as I had ever pounded another woman. I started to cum and dump my load as deep into her as possible. I collapsed right there on floor, in front of my desk chair as she layed down next to me in my arms.

I woke up later in the morning, still naked. I got up and walked into the living room to find a note from the girls and four pairs of panties. The note thanked me for a great time last night and they hoped to come down to visit again soon.



The Visit



It's been forever since I've seen you, and the anticipation has been building since you offered your invitation. The memories of your hands, your kisses, your cock have kept me in a constant state of arousal for days now. And finally the day is here.

After driving for what feels like hours, I arrive at your home so wet I'm amazed there's no spot on my jeans. All the way here, I've been thinking about what I'm going to do to you. Now I can finally put it into practice. You always wanted me to ask for what I wanted, and I never dared before. This time will be different. This time, I'm taking what I want.

You greet me at the door with a peck on the lips that I turn into more, holding you against me, pushing my tongue between our lips to meet yours. I've wanted so badly to kiss you that I've felt your lips on mine for months. The reality more than lives up to expectations.

You lead me to your couch and I sit down. You offer me a drink, but that isn't what I want. It was nice of you to wear your elastic-waist lounge pants; you know I struggle with belts and buttons. One tug and your cock is revealed, thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip. I've barely touched you, and you're already as horny as I am. 

I bend and lick the precum from your cock, which twitches at the touch of my tongue. "Suck me," you beg. "Please!"

Pleased with the reaction, I engulf your cock with my mouth. Most of it, at least. It's too much for me to take completely, but I go down on it as deep as I can, deeper than I've managed before. Surprise; I've been practicing with a toy I bought just for this purpose. You always wanted me to deep throat you; I still can't oblige, but I'm so much closer than before. You moan and run your hands through my hair, tugging hard enough that I feel the pull, but not quite hard enough to hurt. 

I suck harder and you move your hands, holding my head as you fuck my mouth. You thrust your cock back and forth between my lips, but I'm the one in control here. I set the pace. You taste so good, better than I remember. I handle your balls as I suck, and feel them tighten as you get ready to cum. Finally, you release your salty sweetness down my throat.

I'm not done with you yet, though. Not by a long shot. I walk into your room and strip, knowing that you'll follow. I lie on your bed, legs open. "Eat me," I command.

Never before have I managed to persuade you to go down on me, but this time you don't argue. You kneel between my legs and lower your mouth to my wet pussy. At the first touch of your tongue, I tremble. "You've told me how good you are at this," I say. "Now prove it."

You obey, licking and sucking my clit, thrusting your tongue in and out of my wet hole. You are good, better than I imagined. Soon I feel my climax build. "Make me cum!" I cry, and you do just that. 

As my orgasm subsides, I decide I want more. "Give me your cock," I say. You position your cock close to my mouth so I can suck you back to hardness as your tongue works its magic on my pussy. From the first flick against my cunt, I can feel my orgasm build. We pleasure each other, you licking and sucking my clit and plunging your tongue into my pussy; me tasting your cock, sucking it until it's fully hard again. Screaming around your shaft, I cum hard and take my mouth from you. 

"I want to fuck you," you say.

"Then ask me." 

"Can I fuck you?"

"On your back."

You roll onto your back and I straddle you. Slowly I sink my wet, tight pussy onto your thick cock, stretching to accept you. You grasp my hips, helping me raise and lower myself. I've always loved riding you, and this, too, is better than I remember Harder and faster I ride you, and allow you to continue moving me until the waves of pleasure take me over the edge. "Fuck me!" I scream, and cum again.

"I'm going to cum," you say. "Where do you want it?"

"In my pussy," I say. "Oh, god, cum in my pussy!"

With a hard thrust from you, I feel you shudder. You grunt as your cum spurts inside me. Then you are still. "Welcome back," you say. 

"It's good to be back."

I lift myself from you and we curl up together, holding each other as we drift into sleep. We need our rest for the next round. 



The Visit



Note: The story below contains graphic depictions of bisexual activity and bisexual watersports. If this activity displeases you, please hit the return button now.

So there I was, waiting at the airport for my friend Christine, and nervous as hell. Years ago, in college, Christine and I had been lovers. We continued to sleep together off and on for years, but we hadn't had sex for about fifteen years. I had moved down South, and she was still in the Northeast. Now she was flying in for a conference nearby, and I was picking her up at the airport.

When we were sleeping together, Christine was endlessly inventive. She was the kinkiest person I had ever slept with. She was an exhibitionist, she liked to wrestle nude, we had had threesomes, done watersports-- just about everything you could think of, with one exception. When I had suggested we have a threesome with another guy, she had said only if the two guys had sex with each other. I had balked at that. 

Now she was coming to visit. Although we had done all kinds of role-playing, what I liked best was to be submissive and humiliated. And what she wanted most was to see me having sex with a guy. Over the years I had sent her some fantasies about sleeping with a guy, and had even sent her emails telling her I was sleeping with guys, just to get her horny. Just to have sex with a guy wasn't really interesting to me, though. Not unless it involved humiliation.

There she was, coming down the stairs towards the baggage claim! I waved nervously. She was wearing what I thought of as her 'stern outfit,' a long dark skirt and a white shirt. It was actually what she wore when she played in her orchestra, but she wore it years ago when she was dominating me. She swept up and gave me a hug. Under cover of the hug, her hand found my nipple and pinched it hard.

"I just wanted to check to see if you had obeyed my instructions," she said. "Have you obeyed all of my instructions? I nodded. "Tell me what you did," she ordered.

"I am wearing a bra and panties under my clothes, and I shaved my legs," I muttered, looking around to see if anyone heard me.

"Speak up, please!" Christine barked. "Now, what kind of panties are you wearing?"

"A pink lacy thong," I replied, turning red with embarrassment. 

"Very good. There's my bag. Pick it up, and then I have to go to the bathroom."

I picked up her bag, and we made our way to the women's room. She went in with her large purse, and I waited outside with her bags. After a few minutes, she came out with a white plastic bag in her hand. "Your turn," she said. "You go into the men's room and put this on. No questions, please!" she ordered, as I started to speak. So I took the bag and went into the men's room. 

Going into a stall and locking the door, I looked in the bag. Inside were a pair of fishnet stockings and two plastic bags of warm liquid. I realized they must be bags of Christine's pee! I didn't mind the stockings so much, because no one would see them under my pants, but if I put the bags of pee in my bra, everyone would think I had boobs! And one if one came untied? I stalled for awhile, but there really wasn't anything else to do. I took off my pants and put the stockings on. My legs were really nice shaved. I had never done that before. Then I put my pants back on. Giving the knots an extra tug, I gingerly lowered the warm bags of pee into my bra, under my shirt. I flushed the toilet and left the stall, hunching my shoulders forward so no one would notice my 'tits.'

Outside, Christine grinned at the sight of me. "Good girl," she said, "let's go."

As we headed for my car, I wondered if Christine had been in touch with any of the guys from the internet. Because she doesn't like to use the internet for anything to do with sex, she had made me put an ad on the internet. The headline was "Straight boy needs to be humiliated." The body of the ad read "My Mistress has forced me to search for a real man, so I can suck his big cock and take it up the ass, while she verbally humiliates me. If interested, please send a picture of face and cock to this address."

She told me to send all the replies I received to her, and I did for all but one guy. He was fat and hairy, with a small cock. The rest, about seven guys, I sent on.

In the car, Christine explained herself to me. "You see," she said, "you have such a teeny little cock, that it really fits better in panties than in boy's shorts." I actually have a larger than average size cock, but when it is soft, it is really small. I have always been self conscious about this, and Christine knew it. When it was soft, it actually did fit in panties pretty well.

"If you are wearing panties," she continued, "you might as well wear a bra and stockings. Since you will never attract a girl with this little thing," she said, giving my semi-hard cock a little spank through my pants, "we will have to see if you can attract a man with a nice big cock instead. Too bad you are so unattractive," she sighed. "We will have to find a man with very low standards, and even then you will have to beg him for his cock."

"In fact," she continued, "you make such an ugly girl that I think I will call you Roberta. Don't you feel that we are uncovering the real you? Roberta the cock-hungry slut?"

"Well, I..."

"Don't you dare contradict me," she said, spanking my penis again. Her words had made me quite hard, twisting my cock uncomfortably in my lacy panties. Christine rubbed it once lightly. "See, you are so excited at the thought of getting fucked by a real man. Aren't you just drooling at the thought of a fat cock in your mouth? Well?"

"Uhh, yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I am excited at the thought of having a fat cock in my mouth."

"That's a good girl, Roberta." She reached under my shirt and pinched my nipple. "You will feel better once you come to terms with your real self-- an ugly, cock-starved, slutty girl. Isn't that the hotel?" 

Forunately, she let me stay in the car while she checked in, She called me on my cell phone, just giving me her room number. I took one of her bags and some vodka I had brought up to her room. Her room was pretty big, with two double beds. 

"Hi Roberta," she said. "Just be a dear and set that bag down there. There is something in it for you." She opened the bag and rummaged around in it. She pulled out some clothes, and then a little makeup bag, from which she extracted some very red lipstick. She handed them to me. "Here, Roberta," she said. "Here are two tips for getting cock when you are unattractive. First, show off your tits and ass as much as possible. And second, bright red lipstick. Men have very little control, and red lipstick makes them want to slide their cocks in that hot mouth. Now go change in the bathroom."

I went into the bathroom. I guess the clothes were sort of a schoolgirl uniform. They consisted of a very short plaid skirt and a white shirt with buttons. I put them on. I remember thinking that it was a good thing I had shaved my legs! The shirt was a little see-through. My bra with the twin bags of pee was clearly visible through it. There was a little bow that was like a tie at the top of the shirt. The outfit was cute, but with the red lipstick and the fishnet stockings, it looked very slutty.

When I came out, Christina said "Oh, don't you look nice! I bet we can find some desperate man to fuck you. Come here." She pulled out my knee and started rubbing her crotch on my stocking-clad leg, while she kissed me hungrily. At the same time, she reached up under my shirt and under my fake tits to pinch my nipples something terrible. The pain bought tears to my eyes, but my cock was hard and enjoying every brush of her leg.

After awhile, she stopped, panting. "You'd better fix your lipstick Roberta," she said. "And your tiny cock looks so cute like that." I looked down. I was mortified! My cock was completely hard and sticking out of my pink panties. Because the skirt was so short, my cock almost completely lifted it up. I rushed into the bathroom. Sure enough, my lipstick was all smeared. I wiped it off and reapplied it with a shaky hand. By the time I was through, my cock was soft enough that I could stuff it back in my panties.

When I came back out, Christine smiled. "Yes, now you look more presentable, although you do still look like a cock-hungry slut. You did bring vodka, didn't you? Be a dear and get us some ice. Its just down the hall," and she handed me the ice bucket.

"Christine, I can't go out like this!" I said. "Don't whine," she said, "men don't want to fuck whiners. Now go on out. Maybe you'll get lucky!" and she pushed me to the door.

I walked quickly down the hall. Fortunately, there was no one there. I turned into the little room with the ice machine, and there was a woman in a business suit, about to fill her bucket! She stared at me for a second, while I'm sure I turned bright red. 

"Uhh, costume party," I managed to say. Disbelievingly, she turned back and filled her bucket. Without another word, she swept off.

I hurried back to the room. "Good girl!" said Christine. "Now make us two drinks. Did you meet anyone?" I told her about the woman at the ice machine. "Well," said Christine, "I'm sure she knew you were no competition for her. You could only get the men she wasn't interested in."

"You know," I said, bringing her a drink, "you keep talking like I want a man, and its not really true."

Christine laughed. "Look at yourself, dear. No one dresses like that except a horny, ugly, slutty girl, who is desperate to attract any man who is willing to fuck her." I have to admit her words turned me on. I looked at myself in the mirror and my hands went to my tits. "You really need to come to terms with your love of cock," she said. There was a knock at the door. "That will be Carlos. Let him in."

"Carlos?!? Did you really call one of those guys?!?"

"Of course!" she smiled. "Now let him in," she continued in a dangerous voice. I guess I must have hesitated, because she came over and pinched one of my nipples really hard and gave my cock a little slap. "You really have to learn to do what I tell you, if you want to avoid punishment and get that cock you are so desperate for." She released me and I went and opened the door, kind of hiding behind it. In walked a stocky guy, maybe an inch or two shorther than me, with a shock of black hair.

"Carlos? I'm Christine." They shook hands. "And this is my slutty friend Roberta. She lets anyone fuck her."

"Glad to meet you," Carlos said to Christine, shaking her hand. "And very glad to meet you," he said to me, looking me up and down.

Christine sat. "Roberta dear, bring me my drink. Have a seat, Carlos." I brought the vodka to Christine, but she turned me around so my back was towards Carlos, "Now bend way over when you hand me the drink, dear. She is just hopeless at attracting men," she called to Carlos. "We have to teach her to show off what few assets she has." When I bent over, she whispered to me "Now go bring Carlos his drink and sit on the floor next to him. Men are more likely to fuck you if you are shorter than them, and much more likely to fuck you if they are drunk."

I brought him his drink, and sat on the floor. Because the skirt was so short, I couldn't manage to sit without showing my lacy pink thong. Christine laughed. "Look at that! She sure knows how to take advice, although I'm not sure that flashing your panties at men is the best way to get laid. Still, If you really want to show off, get on your hands and knees in front of Carlos. Good girl. Now put your head down on the carpet. That's a girl. Now flip up your skirt. How about it Carlos, nice ass, huh?"

"Very fuckable," grinned Carlos.

"That," said Christine, "is Roberta's favorite adjective. All right Roberta, stop showing your ass! Sorry," she apologized to Carlos, "it's just that she is so desperate for cock."

The two of them began to talk and drink, while I sat humiliated on the floor, trying not to show my panties. After a bit, Christine said to me "Roberta honey, why don't you make Carlos feel more welcome, by rubbing his cock through his pants."

I drew back a bit, but Christine made an angry face at me and acted like she was going to get up and come over, so I put my hand on Carlos' lump. It was very warm, and as I rubbed it slowly, it got bigger and harder.

"That's nice," Carlos smiled down at me. "You like cock, huh?" I looked down shyly.

"Answer him, you stupid bitch!" said Christine.

"Yes, I like cock," I said.

"You love cock," corrected Christine.

"I love cock," I said, still rubbing his through his pants.

"What do you like to do with cock?" asked Carlos.

"I like to take it in my mouth. I like guys to shoot big spurts of come into my mouth."

"Tell him what else you like," said Christine. "Tell him how you love to get fucked in the ass."

"I want a guy to ride me and make me his bitch," I said. Carlos' cock was really hard, and he was breathing heavily.

"Roberta, come to the bathroom with me," demanded Christine. Reluctantly, I got up.

"Damn," said Carlos. "Why do women always go to the bathroom together?"

"Because one of them wants to pee in the other's mouth," answered Christine. "At least that's true in this case. Want to watch?"

"Sure!" Carlos followed us in. I hung my head in shame. Christine and I had done this before, but never in front of anyone.

"Get in the tub, you piss drinking slut!" ordered Christine. "And make sure you drink down every drop, so you don't dirty your sexy clothes. It's hard to convince a man to fuck you when you smell of piss."

I laid in the tub. Christine pulled off her underwear. She lifted her skirt and squatted over my face. I opened my mouth. First came a few drops, and then a sudden hot stream of pee came splashing into my mouth. I tried to swallow as fast as I could, but some of it ran down the sides of my face.

Christine peed for a long time. When she was finished, she said "Now lick me clean, bitch." Spreading the lips of her pussy, she lowered herself until she was sitting on my face. She began to rub her open cunt savagely on my face, pressing very hard. I just licked whatever came by, drawing a breath wherever I could. After a moment, she had her orgasm, grunting loudly. She got up from my face, which was covered from nose to chin with her juices.

"Wow, pretty sexy!" grinned Carlos. "I got to take a piss too."

Christine sat heavily on the edge of the tub. "Roberta, be a good host and take the nice man's penis out for him. And if you ask him nicely, maybe he will pee in your mouth." Carlos came to the edge of the tub and stood there smiling, with his hands on his hips. I unzipped his fly. I had never touched another man's cock before. Glancing at Christine's stern face, I reached into the fly of his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was semi-erect, very warm and very smooth. It was a darker brown than Carlos' skin, and already bigger than my dick. "Look how that slut is fixated on that cock!" laughed Christine. "She is drooling like she hasn't had cock in a year! Now beg the man to pee in your mouth!"

"Please, won't you pee in my mouth?" I whispered.

"Look him in the eye and beg like you mean it!" ordered Christine.

I looked him in the eye. "Please?" I said, and I opened my mouth wide.

"You got to let go of my dick, honey, or I won't be able to piss," said Carlos, gently disengaging my hand. He took a step back. "Damn, here it comes!"

I thought Christine had a powerful stream, but Carlos was like a fire hose. I tried to swallow as much of the hot pee as I could, but a lot of it must have run down my front. He seemed to go on for a long time, but eventually he stopped. He shook his dick to get those last drops off.

"Look how she is mesmerized by your cock," laughed Christine. "Go ahead Roberta, lick the end clean." 

I had planned on resisting, but what was the point when my humiliation was so complete? I took it in my hand and began to lick at the very end. 

"That feels good," said Carlos. 

"Oh, Roberta's a great cock sucker," said Christine. "She'll suck cock all day if you let her."

Carlos' cock had grown hard. I guess it was Christina's talk about how unattractive I was, but I was really proud to have been able to get him hard. Then Carlos put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on his big cock. Before I knew it, I had a good four or five inches of cock in my mouth, and my head was bobbing up and down on his dick. "Oh yeah, suck it, bitch!" groaned Carlos. I was really amazed at how smooth the skin of his cock was, and I tried to lick the sensitive underside of the head as I slid my lips up and down. I couldn't believe that Christine had actually gotten me to suck some guy's cock in front of her, and eagerly too!

After a minute or so, Christine, who was behind me, flipped up my little skirt. I turned to look, and she was wearing a big strap-on cock. She was pumping it with her hand like a guy jerking off, rubbing lubricant on it. "Since you're sucking cock like a bitch in heat, you might as well get fucked like one," she said.

"Hey Roberta, don't stop sucking, you slut!" said Carlos, and I put my mouth back on his fat dick. I felt Christine pull my little pink thong to one side, and I moaned around Carlos' cock as she started to work her strap-on dick into my ass. Soon she had worked it in pretty far, and began to slowly pump it in and out of me. She kept adding more lube, until my ass was as slippery as a cunt. She started to fuck me harder, pushing my mouth further up on Carlos' cock.

"You like my big cock in your ass, don't you, slut? You like me to fuck you, don't you?" panted Christine, and I moaned in appreciation. I loved the feeling of surrender, Carlos and Christine fucking both my holes.

Suddenly Christine pulled out. I whimpered at the loss. "Now beg Carlos to fuck you in the ass," she said. "You are a fat, ugly bitch who has to beg men to fuck you. Come on!"

I pulled my mouth of Carlos' dick with a pop, and looking up into his eyes, I said "Please Carlos, please put your big dick in my ass, please fuck me, I really want it."

"Oh yeah?" grinned Carlos. "Are you a good fuck?"

"Oh yes, Carlos, I'm a really good lay, you'll have a really good time, just please put it in me."

Christine handed him a lubricated condom, and he put it on as he went around behind me. After that fucking I got from Christine, my ass was open and slick, and Carlos slid right in. "Oh yeah, that feels good!" he said. He started to pump strongly. 

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" I whimpered.

After getting a good close up look at Carlos' dick fucking my ass, Christine came around to my head. Her big strap-on waved right in front of me. "Let's not waste that cock-sucking mouth of yours," she said. I obediently opened my mouth and she slid it in. "How do you like the taste of your ass on my cock?" grinned Christine. "You like that, huh?" I moaned. I would have agreed to anything by that time.

Carlos began to speed up. "I'm gonna cum," he grunted. "You slutty bitch, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum on her face!" said Christine. "I want to see you shoot all over her face!"

Carlos pulled out and ran around front, pulling off the condom. Christine pulled her cock out of my mouth and rubbed it on my face. I held my mouth open as wide as I could, while Carlos spurted gobs and gobs of warm, sticky cum all over my face. He squeezed the last few drops out. Christine came and wiped the cum off my face with three fingers, and then stuck the fingers in my mouth. "Swallow it all," she ordered. I licked the salty, bitter cum off her fingers and swallowed obediently.

Carlos pulled up his pants. grabbed his vodka, and tossed it down. "Thanks girls, that was fun," he said, and in two seconds he was gone.




The Visit



"That was awesome," grinned Christine. "Come here, I need to come again." She pulled off her strap-on and rubbed her soaking pussy on my face again until she grunted with another orgasm. We lay there panting for awile. "Carlos was pretty good, huh?" she suddenly said. "Let's see how good the next guy is." She pulled out her cell phone.



The Visit



DAY ONE 

Tony, Trevor and I were relaxing on the pool deck on a lovely Florida June day. They were visiting just for a week's break from the UK. Buying a few cars for taking back and re-selling, something they did twice a year. The wife had gone on a four-day cruise with her mother to the Bahamas 

I told them that are weekend was going to be interrupted by a visit from my friend Monique, who was flying up from Miami, and staying for the weekend, she wanted some photos taken of herself and my office/studio was ideal. Quickly adding, that they were going to be mainly portraits, and not what was going through their filthy minds. Not bothering to tell them of my previous experience's with her. Something's are best kept to oneself.

The following morning we all jumped into the truck arriving at Tampa airport a little later that planned but was pleased to see Monique waiting outside the terminal all dressed in black looking fabulous. The boys just sat and stared and I think I heard a few.

"Oh my God." coming from them, which made me smile.

I jumped out to get Monique and her case; I settled her in the back seat and asked Tony to drive us back while I got in the back with Monique. I am sure I saw a flash of stocking top as she got in, had to check that out. I made the introductions and we all chatted away as we drove back home. At one point Monique leaned over and whispered in my ear. 

"Are you all going to take advantage of me." I leaned over to her with my hand on her leg and whispered. 

"Most probably." And at the same type stroking her leg to test for the telltale bump of a suspender button, it was there. 

We got back to my house we all settled down around the table on the pool deck the boys and I on soft drinks, and of course gave Monique wine, she had a few bourbons on the flight so was feeling quite relaxed. After about an hour I went inside to get fresh coffee made. I came back to find the lads had Monique sitting at the multigym trying to pull weights without much success. Tony suggested she tried it standing up which she did, of course, as there was 350lbs of weight to pull, very little hope, he suggested she used the straps and placed them around her wrist which effectively left her standing there with her arms above her head, legs astride the seat completely ready to be taken advantage of.

The Lads had sat down to enjoy the view while I went over to Monique and whispered in her ear.

"The games have commenced." We watched as the broad smile came over her face. 

Trevor had gone inside the house and retrieved a pair of flight blindfold which I placed over her eyes , I then I undid the ties to her wrap around skirt and removed it, undoing the buttons on her blouse and pulled it open. We all then sat back to admire her standing there in a black see through bra, black silk boy shorts style panties and black suspender/garter belt and stocking. We all agreed a beautiful sexual being to behold. Even at 43, and a mother of three.

After just a few minutes, I held a glass of wine to Monique's lips and folded the seat away from her legs. I could feel her tremble as I lowered her panties to the floor and slipped them off, a quick glance back at the lads I could see the show was meeting their approval. I sat on the floor leaving my tongue at perfect pussy height to stroke Monique's thighs, and lightly stroking her pussy lips. Then started to lick her inner thighs, and approaching her honey pot with my tongue until I felt her shudder and her clitoris-craved attention, which I flicked and licked with my tongue until I could hear her breathing getting heavy. 

The Lads in the mean time had come either side of her and undone her bra and were each gorging on a breast each, with their hand roaming all over her body. Trevor of course being a bum bandit that he is, had his hand roaming her arse and probably inserting his finger up there. Her first orgasm came with a low moan from Monique and a do not stop plea, as if we would. Tony nodded to me that he was desperate to fuck; I stood up and took over his side position. While I kissed her, neck and stroked her nipples, which by this time were like organ stops. Tony dropped his shorts, Trevor and I supported Monique, while Tony lifted her legs either side of himself, his cock found the path into her well lubricated pussy with no effort, Of course with the blindfold on Monique has no idea who was doing what. It was doubtful if she cared as Tony got a good rhythm going as he pounded into her, the sweat was pouring down between Monique's breasts with all the sexual attention she was getting. After only a few minutes, she kept repeating.

"Do not stop." to all of us. 

Tony speeded up his thrusting until he exploded inside of her, still pumping away as he went soft in her. We put Monique's legs back on the ground, released her wrists from the straps and took her blindfold off.

"How do you feel?" I asked, 

She smiled. "I will let you know when I come down from the high" she replied smiling.

She dashed into her room for a cleanup, came back out in ten minutes with a bikini on after her shower and jumped straight in the pool and swam up and down the pool for fifteen minutes getting her arms and legs back to normal after being virtually hanging in mid air for all that time. We just sat and watched her from the pool deck waiting for her to get out from the pool as I had another surprise in store. The razor and shaving foam at the ready. 

Monique came out of the pool and flopped down on the sun lounger to take advantage of the Florida sunshine; I came over to her and said.

"It's got to go." 

"What!" she replied then noticed the shaving foam can in my hand. 

"No way." she said, we all laughed. 

I undid the ties at the sides of her bikini bottom and they were whisked away. I sat down astride the sun lounger and lifted her legs, putting then over mine giving me wide open access to her pussy and with the Lads holding her arms, I trimmed away as much as possible with scissors. Then warming the skin with water, applying a big shot of shaving foam and of course, you have to rub it in well, using a nice old-fashioned soft shaving badger brush. This has the desired effect, her struggle stopped, and she lay back enjoying the feeling. The razor came out and shaving started, very carefully, I might add, and for the technical reader I recommend the manual Gillette Fusion, never going over the same area more than twice and keep brushing the foam in. Monique certainly enjoyed the Badger haired brush whisking around. In ten minutes, we had finished. Rubbing in some baby oil to keep the skin lubricated afterward helps as well, the lads all stood back to admire my handiwork. Three pairs of hands applied a liberal coating of sunscreen all over her body to her much enjoyment; we left her soaking up the Sun for a while.

An hour later Tony and Trevor had to go out on a bit of business, and would be eating out that evening, so I turned on the hot tub to heat the water up for a soak; Monique was still enjoying the sunshine on the pool deck, as I jumped in the hot tub. She must have dozed off; I saw her wake with a start.

"Perfect." She said, "Just what I need." She ambled towards me.

Of course, my eyes were fixed on her smooth new look, as she got to the spa and jumped in, I had a raging hard on going on under the water just looking at her nakedness, 

"How's the weekend so far?" I asked. 

"Active" she replied and added. "I did like your shaving brush."We both laughed. 

We chatted about the photographs I was to take the next day, and Monique who was sitting opposite me, noticed my hand under the water playing with my hard on and said.

"I think he needs to come home."

She stood up and settle herself astride me and with her hand guided me inside her honey pot, her nipples were at perfect mouth level and I gorged on those beauties at she did all the work. Her internal muscles squeezed my cock inside of her. I did not take that long to reach the inevitable as she swallowed up my load, she kept up the strokes until she came herself. After, we both sat back in the tub, and relaxed. 

"I need a nap, I am exhausted!" she said. 

"Me too," I said. We both went into her room and within five minutes were both asleep.

Just over an hour later I woke, I was getting hungry and guessed Monique was as well, I woke her with a bit of stroking that made her purr as she slowly woke up, I pulled on my shorts and a T-shirt. She just wore a large T-shirt, as we went to eat, drink, and watch a bit of TV. 

Some two hours later, the Lads arrived back and as we all sat around chatting, I could see that Trevor was getting antsy, he had yet to partake in much activity. Monique has stood up and was standing at the back of the sofa ,which I was sitting on, leaned over to kiss me goodnight and of course her T-shirt rode up to display her beautiful arse. Without missing a beat Trevor lifted her T-shirt and started to stroke her arse, he dropped his shorts and his cock delved between her legs.

"Hold that thought," he said, as he rushed into his bedroom. 

Leaving Tony to stroke her clit and keep her on the boil. In the meantime, I am playing with her nipples as she leaned over, and kissing her. Trevor returned with his cock well lubed with his Astroglide lubricant tube in his hand. Monique expecting just a pussy fuck opens her legs wider, then felt Trevor's finger going into her arse to lubricate it for entry. She stared into my eyes and mouthed something I could not understand, her eyes suddenly lit up as she realized what was happening as Trevor slowly eased his cock into her arse.

"Just relax." I said to her.

"I might just tell you the same, when you have a cock up your arse she said in mock indignation." 

That brought smiles all round as Trevor continued to slowly fuck her arse as Monique held onto my shoulders for support, as she got more into it she started to push back to slowly get it deeper inside of her. Trevor was holding onto the side of her body as his action increased in speed, both their breathing rate became more rapid, Trevor reached his climax and spurted his cum deep inside her, he let out a wild whoop and slapped Monique hard on the arse as his victory salute. I got up, helped Monique stand up from her bent over the sofa position, and helped her to her room. She sat on the bed while I ran a bath for her and we talked. 

"Been a very interesting day, will tomorrow be similar?" She asked.

"Probably, If you're feeling up to it." I replied. 

"Let's go for it then, but I must get some sleep. Wake me at 10am." 

"No problem." I said.

I kissed her goodnight and returned to the living room. The lads were already heading for bed. I did the same. A most satisfying day for all.

DAY TWO

The Lad and I were all up by nine am and in the pool after our breakfast, obviously making too much noise, as just after nine am Monique appeared at the door shouting at the door in a mocking tone telling us to be quiet, which of course we totally ignored. A few moments later she ran out and jumped in the pool laughing with us. We all raced a few lengths and being gentlemen, we did let her win. 

"Time to get ready for your photo session." I told her.

We discussed various outfits she had brought, and while I changed the office into a studio, she got herself ready. Appearing before me fifteen minutes later, wearing a short skirt with stockings, a tank top with no underwear at all. The Lads were still in the pool while we went through about 100 pics in various outfits, and out of various outfits. About an hour later, the Lads appeared at the door to see what progress was being made.

"Can we join in yet?" asked Tony 

"Nearly finished, take a seat and watch." I said 

Monique was sitting on the floor now wearing the wrap around skirt she arrived in, pulled back and open to show her all, her stockings still on and an open blouse. The lads sat and watched; within seconds, both of adjusting their shorts as their erection came upon them. I finished up with a last few shots, put the camera down, and moved the lights to one side.

"Time for play." I announced. 

"Any requests? " Tony asked.

"Just fuck, suck and lick me to death." She replied 

We pulled her to her feet, removed her blouse and skirt, but let the stockings on. I kneeled in front of her and licked her pussy, pulling her lips apart and getting my tongue right inside her; Trevor was doing the same with her arse, pulling her cheeks wide and getting his tongue, together with a finger inside her arse. Tony in the meantime was handling her breast while licking her ears and neck and slowly licking down to her nipples, then sucking and twisting them. Monique was getting close to a climax with all the attention and her whole body started shaking.

"I cannot stand any longer." she called out.

"Lay me down quick, my legs are going." 

Trevor and I jumped up to support her, as Tony laid down first. We moved her legs astride Tony and slowly let her sink down. Tony's cock was standing upright; Monique grabbed it and fed it inside of herself as we lowered her down until she was completed impaled on it.

"Oh! That is good, keep still Tony, I want to feel it pulsing inside me.

She leaned forward after a few moments and started to move slowly up and down on Tony savoring the feelings as Tony reached up to pull and play with her nipples, then pulled her down to suck her nipples. I was taking a few photos of the action as Trevor approached from the rear for his favorite position. He had already lubricated his cock and as he kneeled down behind Monique, he wasted no time in adding lubricant to her arse. He pushed her further forward, down on to Tony's chest to raise her arse in the air and pushed his cock straight in.

"My first double." she called out with a sigh.

She adjusted her position slightly, and by rocking back and forth, she was able to keep both cocks working their magic on her body.

"Are you ready for the triple?" I asked, as I waved my cock in her face.

She lifted her head up and started sucking eagerly on my cock, while still keeping the rocking motion going with her hips to ensure satisfaction to her nether regions. She was doing a great job on me and I came, with full load into her mouth quite quickly, which she swallowed most if not all with just a little dribbling from her mouth, I grabbed some tissues from the table and wiped her mouth to clean her up. She tried to say thanks but the effort of the pounding was getting to her, just guttural sound came from her throat.

Moments later Tony groaned as he came, followed a few seconds later by Trevor. All three stayed in position as they came to rest.

"I have never been, or felt so full in my life!" Monique said, still getting her breath back.

Trevor stood up first, Giving Monique space to stand up, she then ran for the bathroom .Tony just lay on the floor exhausted. 

"I need a shower, I am dripping everywhere." she called out, laughing. 

Tony got up from the floor, and together with Trevor, went out and jumped in the pool to cool down, while I cleaned up all the clothes dumped on the floor, and then put all the camera equipment away. By the time I had got everything sorted and had a shower myself it was getting near the time to take Monique back to the airport I found her on the pool deck all dressed ready for the trip, drinking coffee with the boys and telling them how much she enjoyed the visit. The Lads were not coming to the airport with me, they had plans for that afternoon, and were just leaving as I sat down, and they said their farewells with hugs and kisses with Monique.

"So overall, was the trip worthwhile?" I asked when we were alone.

"It's something I have wanted all my life!" she replied. 

We finished our coffee and discussed another possible visit in the future, I told her the Lads would be back in about six months and we agreed that would be great timing. As we sat talking, my eyes were going all over her again and a flash of stocking stop got me hard again, but time was against us. We went through the house to the garage, opening the back door of the truck she threw her case inside and leaned forward pushing it to the far side., The view was just too much for me, I gently pushed her upper body down into the seat and standing behind lifted her skirt to her waist.

Her beautiful arse was frame by the black stockings, suspenders and G-string, it was just too much to resist.

"You want it again." she called out.

"Hell yes, I only got a blow job today so far." 

"Then make it a nice slow one." she said

I dropped my short to the ground and stepped out of them. Pulling her G-string to one side my cock was slapping her pussy as it impatiently searched for her entrance, Monique opened her legs slightly more and my hardness found its way into the wetness.

"Dear God, that feels so good." She called out.

I slowly pumped in and out for what seemed ages; I felt my legs getting weak and grabbed her hips even harder as my thrusting got more urgent as my climax was nearing its crescendo. Monique's internal muscles started to squeeze my cock inside of her, I could hold back no longer, and my sperm shot inside of her, my cock was pulsing to empty itself as I felt her shudder with her own orgasm. I lay over her back with my cock still inside of her for a few moments to get my breath back.

"Wow that was a nice going away gift, I did not expect that that." She said laughing.

Monique dashed back in the house to the bathroom for a cleanup, not wanting to travel with cum running out of her. She returned after a few minutes and we headed off down to the airport for her flight back to her real life of homemaker and mother. We said our farewells at the entrance to Departure with a hug and a kiss. 

I watched her enter the terminal and knew that in six months she would return.



The Visit



Freshly showered and changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, Lisa flopped onto the couch, exhausted. 

"God, what a day," she complained to no one in particular. David was off to his dad's, but the week had taken its toll on Lisa. One problem after another had surfaced at work, culminating in a knock-down, drag-out argument with her boss, the kind that makes you wonder why you're still doing what you're doing. The dogs lay in heaps as well, as if the week had been just as difficult for them.

Well, at least it was Friday, and she had nothing planned for tomorrow. She could finally catch up on her sleep, take the dogs to the park, get a few things organized around the house . . . 

Mina and Chester suddenly sprang to attention, and Mina issued a single bark at someone outside.

"Hush, Mina!" Lisa chided. It was probably just a stranger walking by . . . Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, surprising her. The dogs crowded by the door in anticipation. She wasn't expecting anyone tonight. She hauled herself off the couch and walked to the door. She was startled to see it was Jonathan, and opened the door. The dogs crowded ahead of her to greet him, Mina's tail battering the both of them.

"Hey baby," she said, surprised, "what are you doing here?" He stepped past the puppies, dressed in jeans and a navy mock turtleneck, and gave her a slightly lopsided grin.

"Too much time thinking about you, and not enough time SEEING you," he said, and slid his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. His body pressed warmly up against hers. Her face in his neck, he smelled neither like soap nor like cologne, just . . . like him. It felt good to have his arms around her; it was a nice fit. He pulled back from their embrace, enough to look at her. He had a mischievous glint in his eye that made her smile involuntarily.

"What's that look for, babe?" Lisa asked him. He just shook his head, still with that goofy grin, and leaned in to kiss her. His lips pressed against hers, soft and full, and she felt a rush of warmth as that familiar "zing" she had with Jonathan hit her full on. He tasted slightly like spearmint, like he had been chewing gum. "We weren't going to do this!" her mind protested, but her body was reacting in the completely opposite manner. She felt her body relax and press more fully against his. She kissed back, turning her head slightly. His tongue slid delicately along her lips, and she felt her breath quicken. He left her lips, and leaned down to gently touch his lips to her neck, just beneath her ear. She exhaled sharply as his soft, wet tongue trailed lower, to the soft spot where her shoulder and neck met. His hands roved across her back, caressing and stroking her soft skin. He stopped kissing her neck, but all she could feel now was the warmth of his breath flowing across the places her had already licked. It was, if anything, more maddening than his lips, and she uttered a half-moan, half-growl. The lower half of her body was fluttering pleasantly, warmth suffusing her from head to toe, and Jonathan still hadn't said more than five words to her. 

Jonathan stepped back slightly, breaking the contact the length of their bodies, and she tried to catch her breath. He held her at arm's length to look at her, and his eyes were smoldering blue as he looked straight at her. She could see how much he wanted her right now, and it felt fantastic. Suddenly, he kissed her again, much harder, and his hands went around her and slid right under the waist of her sweatpants. After the shower, she hadn't put on any panties, so his warm hands ran right over her bare skin. He made an indistinct noise and pulled her towards him, and she could feel him through his jeans, hard up against her thin sweatpants. Their lips locked, but still just a few steps from the door, Jonathan pushed her further into the room. 

Without stopping the kiss, they awkwardly fumbled through the doorway to Lisa's bedroom. Jonathan kicked the door shut with one foot, much to Mina and Chester's dismay. With very little ceremony, Jonathan reached and pulled down Lisa's loose sweatpants, leaving her naked from the waist down. He pushed her backwards gently until she fell backward onto the low, comfortable King-sized bed. Lisa's pulse was pounding. Suddenly, his head was between her thighs, and she cried out as his warm tongue flicked against her clit with no warning. His hands trailed up and down her inner thighs, nails raking firmly but not painfully. His tongue flicked around and around her clit, and then deep inside of her, then back out again. She squirmed, and caressed his head with one hand, while covering her face with the other arm, sudden and intense pleasure shooting through her. She felt like she was on fire. She could feel the pressure building, sudden and intense, like an ocean storm that arises out of nowhere. 

Jonathan paused and Lisa gasped to have the warmth of his mouth replaced by the cool air of the room. He shucked his pants swiftly, letting them drop to the floor, and she caught a glimpse of his stiff cock, hard and ready, before he slid back between her thighs again. She sighed contentedly as his mouth found her again. She could feel how wet she was, and his tongue felt fantastic as it slid up and down along her pussy. She felt her muscles tense as the pleasure got stronger under his rhythmic motions. He kept going, and she felt the wave begin to crest. Her breath came shallowly, and she tossed her head as pleasure swept through her. His hands reached up, sliding under her t-shirt. As his fingers roved up over her breasts, he ran them over her nipples. He took them both between finger and thumb and rolled them, not too gently, but not too rough. At the same moment, he took her clit into his mouth and began to suck on her, flicking his tongue against her clit repeatedly. Lisa's back arched, and she could feel it, so close. 

"Oh yes," she breathed, "keep sucking my clit." He obliged, and she could feel the warmth of his lips and tongue tugging her towards orgasm. His fingers twisted again, and it was as if electricity was shooting in a straight line between her nipples and her clit. And then she was there, and she could feel waves of pleasure washing over her as she started to cum. She cried out, straining against him, and all of her muscles tensed with sensation.

Abruptly, Jonathan pulled his lips from her, and as she continued to cum, he matched up his body with hers, and eased the thick head of his hard cock inside of her. The sensation was incredible, and she gasped, and grabbed his ass to pull him in further. Slowly, with her clenching around him, he slid all the way inside of her to the hilt. As he pushed back and forth slowly several times, a wholly different sensation flashed through her, mixing with the fading sensation of her orgasm. Deep inside her, Jonathan paused to pull off his shirt. Then he pulled Lisa's up over her breasts. Putting his arms underneath her, he pressed the length of the body against hers, and she felt the heat of his body for the first time, and the pleasurable sensation of his chest crushed against her breasts. He rotated his hips, rubbing his pelvic bone against her clit. She could feel every inch of him inside her as he slowly stroked inside of her.

It didn't say slow for long. He leaned in to kiss her, and she could taste herself on his lips. As he did so, he began to pump harder and faster. With each stroke, he pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in to the hilt. Lisa was sweating now, and she moaned in pleasure as he slammed in and out of her. She could feel his balls slap against her now, each time he rammed into her, and she felt the spark of another orgasm building. He felt like he was on fire, and her hands stroked his back, which was slick with sweat now. He stopped deep inside her, and ground against her again. He withdrew, then slowly pushed just the head of his cock inside her, then took it out again. He repeated this torturous motion several times, and she grabbed his ass to pull him back inside. But he shook his head and backed away. 

Gently, Jonathan pulled Lisa to the end of the bed and turned her over, so that her waist was at the end of the bed. He reached between her legs from behind, feeling the wetness between her thighs, and circled once, teasing her clit so that she jumped. She buried her head in the pillow as she felt his hands on her ass. She could feel his cock pressing against her, and she reached down between her legs and guided him back inside of her. Holding onto her hips, he slid slowly in and out of her. He felt so . . . different this way, and she groaned as she felt him push all the way in, then out again. She could hear him breathing hard now, and he began to pick up the pace again, pounding into her furiously. Together with the rhythm, she felt another orgasm begin to build for her too. He leaned further over, and with his right hand he reached around and found her clit again, rubbing it in tight circles as he pushed in and out of her from behind. It was too much for her, and suddenly she found herself cumming again, struggling to catch her breath. As she did, Jonathan straightened up and started to pound in and out of her rapidly as pleasure coursed through her. She could tell he was close. As the waves of her orgasm began to subsided, Jonathan slowed down until he was sliding in and out of her very slowly and sensually. She could feel her muscles clenching around his cock, and he groaned, "Oh, God, Lisa, I'm going to cum." She moaned in response, and she could feel the head of his cock swell even thicker inside of her. With a last, painfully slow thrust, Jonathan uttered a low groan of release, and she could feel his cum pulsing into her. She could feel the tension in his body as he poured into, shuddering with passion. She pushed back onto him, helping him, loving the feeling of him cumming inside of her. He pumped slowly several more times, and then slowly withdrew. He drew her up with him fully onto the bed, and then collapsed next to her, both of them sweaty and breathing hard.

Jonathan kissed her slowly and leisurely, that twinkle returned to his eye.

"Thanks for having me over!" he said.



The Visit



I had invited my friend Yuri to visit for the several days I would be on vacation. He lived several hours away and I lived alone in a nice three bedroom house out, away from the city and other crowded neighborhoods. There was nothing to do as I had no girlfriend and no one to keep me company during my time off and so we both agreed that we would hang out together for the duration. I had left the key under a small stone so he could enter the house while I finished my last day at work. Later that afternoon I arrived home and my vacation began. Yuri had already settled in and made himself at home as I had instructed and even logged on to my computer to surf the web for a while. That alone was something that would come back to change several aspects of my life in the very immediate future.

After I returned home from work, I slipped into my room to change into something more comfortable. We ate dinner, talked and watched some tv. Over the course of the evening, Yuri brought me up to speed on the current "goings on" of his life, relating to me various topics including his job, hobbies and strangely ... his sex life. I was somewhat naive in the area of gay men and I had suspected the Yuri was indeed gay, though I never discussed it with him. Others were in the habit of making jokes about him from time to time, but I never did. We had spent many times together including having worked together at one time, but it wasn't something I spent much time thinking about.

At any rate, a few years had passed since I had moved away but we had still kept in touch with each other and were now reminiscing about times past. After a while Yuri indicated he was getting tired and wanted to lay back and watch a movie until he fell asleep. After excusing himself to his bedroom, he re-emerged in a t-shirt and underwear. It was his underwear that immediately caught my attention, or rather what was in them that did. I had never had a friend or aqcuaintance that wore such unusual underwear, at least that I ever saw, and it was difficult to avert my eyes. They were a sleek silky and SHEER type of what is refered to as a "banana hammock". They were a nice creamy white color that accentuated the shape and size of his penis as well as allow me a glimpse of what he actually possessed, within them. 

As he strode toward me on the couch, I noticed how his bulging package jiggled a little, back and forth with each step he took, his hips slightly swaying as he walked. I briefly looked away so as not to give away the fact that I was staring at his penis. But there was something about it's movement when he walked that seemed to have a strange effect on me. As he reached the couch he sat down and laid back, propping the pillow up behind him. As his body stretched out to recline I again found myself staring at his bulge and as before I could clearly see through the shiny fabric divulging his rather large penis. It's weight and girth were more than the sheer covering could effectively restrain and as he adjusted for comfort, his penis swayed back and forth greatly almost as if it would burst from the garment completely. I turned my head toward the tv and pretended to watch, all the while I could not get the image of his jiggling penis out of my mind.

"Are you comfortable"? I asked and gave a hard swallow.

He looked at me, smiled, replying yes, that he was very comfortable. After he turned his gaze back to the tv I glanced over in his direction and again began to eye his magnificence. I was beginning to feel a strange sensation as I moved my eyes over and over it's length. A sensation that might expose something I recently began to feel with frequent regularity and was quite embarrassed about. I found that I was in the beginning stages of an erection. I couldn't understand my strange fascination or dare I say, attraction to his penis, but I was aware that I was having a reaction to him. I have to admit that my curiosity regarding a homosexual encounter had begun several months before as a result of a dream. 

I was asleep in bed dreaming, that I was asleep in bed. There was, however something very delightful occurring in the dream. I was dreaming that I was being sucked repeatedly, over and over, but in my dream I was asleep. As the dream progressed, I awakened to the fact that I was indeed receiving an incredible blow job, but suddenly in the dream, I realized that I had not awakened to a woman pleasuring me, but in fact it was a man. That is where it became extremely erotic instead of revolting. I was dreaming that a man had crept into my room while I was sleeping and was now orally having his way with my very erect penis. Of course in the real world I was in full erection as I slept, but the dream continued. I felt for sure I was going to cum, just then the alarm went off and I was taken away from that man and his wonderful mouth, awakening to utter disappointment that I had not had the pleasure of release by him.

I assumed that was where the strange fascination would end, back into the recesses of the subconscious, never to be heard from again. Or so I thought. Some time later I was masturbating with my usual fantasy of a woman allowing me access to her wonderfully large and natural breasts. Sometimes it would be a woman I knew or had seen, or someone created in my mind. I may have even had a fantasy or two about my mother. The masturbating continued but was less than satisfying, that is, until I remembered the dream. The very thought of such an encounter was foreign to me and even disgusting, but I began to fantasize any way. The thoughts and images were so taboo and my subconscious fought back. It wasn't until I let go of the fear and disdain that something began to happen. I became extremely hard and turned on as I imagined a man licking my penis and then encompassing me in full suck.

Fantasies like this had since occupied my mind and I found that they became more frequent. In time my fear and disgust gave way to more acceptance and even reciprocation. That is, I went from being pleasured to actually giving it. And beyond that, the act of pleasuring a man soon became my primary desire. What would it be like to touch another man's penis? What would it be like to lick it and then actually put it in my mouth and suck it? Would he actually enjoy it? What would it taste like? These are questions I began to ask myself as the desire became more frequent and more intense. The problem was, though I could easily climax with these fantasies, I always felt unsatisfied when I was completed. The truth was, I didn't know what it would be like to suck a man, I didn't know what his semen would taste like, and I didn't know if I could actually make another man cum.

I became confused about things and at one point I put my thoughts to words in a computer file, then uploaded those words to a gay forum seeking answers. The response was always the same - I should one day try it to be sure. At any rate, the tv show was boring and it wasn't to long before I could hear the rhythmic flow of Yuri's breath. I again glanced over and saw that his eyes were closed, indicating to me that he was asleep. At this time my fear of being caught observing his penis abated and I stared with abandon. I could easily make out the intricate details of his penis, from the bulbous underside of the bell shaped head, all the way down the shaft to his male sack. Quietly I called his name ... he did not stir. I called him again ... nothing. I then began to feel a familiar sensation, the sensation one feels when one is attempting to do something devious. I slowly slid off the couch, careful to make as little noise as possible. 

Upon reaching the floor, I slowly crawled over to him. Sitting there so close I was now afforded a wonderful view of his penis as my own became engorged. I didn't dare touch him, but I sat there for several minutes anxiously craving it, dreaming of doing to him what the man had done to me in that dream months earlier. I knew it would just have to remain a dream and with that I stood up and retired to my bedroom, turning back to have one last look at Yuri and his magnificent penis. Of course I didn't go to sleep that night without having an encounter with him, at least a mental one that is. And as I released my warm liquid all over my hand and body, I quietly called out his name.

I awoke early the next morning and of course with a complete erection. I couldn't remember what I had been dreaming, but it must have been sexual as I was feeling extremely horny. After a long morning pee I exited my bedroom toward the kitchen to get a drink of water. As I passed by the living room, I noticed that Yuri was still asleep on the couch. He had slept there all night I thought. Of course I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to gaze at him or rather his penis, when I was met with the most incredible surprise ... Yuri was experiencing a state of semi erection. Though not completely at attention, his already large size had increased substantially with a good portion of him protruding from his underwear. I stared longingly from across the room, careful to not wake him and also prolong the sensual joy I began to experience. Once again I felt myself becoming slightly erect and in my mind I desperately tried to reason away these desires but it was an almost impossible task.

The tv was still on and so I decided to turn it off since it was still so early. The sun had yet to rise, but it was near. Slowly I walked over to the tv, my penis slightly protruding in my own underwear as it too wiggled with each step, which only encouraged it's continued arousal. That's OK I thought, since Yuri was still asleep, I was sure to be spared the embarrassment of being noticed. After I switched off the tv I turned and set the remote control down on top of it. In my haste I neglected to watch what I was doing as it slipped off the tv, falling onto the stand below, making a loud crash. just then, Yuri stirred awake and glanced right at me. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" I said.

"That's alright" he replied and smiled.

I wasn't sure if he was aware that he was partially exposed as he laid there and I tried with all of my mental might not to look down at his engorged nudity, but in the end I failed miserably. I quickly glanced away, blushing, which caught is attention. Laughingly he gasped "whoops" as I returned my eyes toward him. 

"You'd better put that thing away, young man" I said, smiling and in a rather flirtatious tone.

I returned to the kitchen to get that drink of water. I drank it down quickly and placed the glass in the sink. Unbeknownst to me, Yuri had entered the kitchen behind me and was making his way toward the refrigerator as I turned. We accidentally bumped into each other and as a result I felt my still semi-aroused penis rub against his hand. I fluttered slightly, embarrassed for the collision, but pretending not to notice the other contact that had just occurred. Just then I felt an increase of arousal and I knew I had to get out of the kitchen or I would no doubt have to explain the sudden erection I was sure to experience. I tried to cover my embarrassment and my haste to exit the kitchen and I scurried back to my bedroom. I glanced back at Yuri as I closed the door behind me - he was staring at me, with a slight smile.

That was close I thought, as I removed my underwear and shirt preparing to head toward the bathroom for a "cold" shower. It was then that I noticed that there was a rather large wet spot in the front crotch area of my underwear. I gasped with sudden fear at the thought of it being so visible and I was overcome with embarrassment at the thought of Yuri having seen me in such an aroused state. I glanced down at my persistent semi-erection and sure enough, I was dripping relentlessly, the head of my penis shining with lubricant. Just then the door opened and Yuri popped his head in. I was completely caught unaware by his presence and there was nothing I could do being completely exposed.

"Remember, we're going to the museum this morning" he said.

"Uh huh" was all I could sheepishly muster.

"I'm going to hop in the shower now" I stammered.

Yuri smiled and replied, but as he began to back out of the room and shut the door, I could clearly see him look down at my nudity, just as I had done to him, it turned me on even more. My confusion left me motionless, allowing him to take in the sight of me in a state of arousal - I closed my eyes and sighed with admonishment of myself - I almost came right then. Into the shower I went and aggressively masturbated. Images of him laying exposed on the couch filled my mind and within less than a minute I was cumming profusely. What was wrong with me? How is it I am having such intense sexual feeling toward my friend, I thought. He's the one who is gay - not me.

Part II

The day had been pleasant and long and we were both eager to get home for something to eat. Any sensual thoughts about Yuri had abated as I went about the task of making dinner. After a while we had finished dinner and had a little bit of wine. It was starting to get dark and neither of us had any inclination to go out that evening and so we decided to stay in and watch a movie. I suppose it could have been the wine, but I was feeling far less reserved about things and so I took off my shorts and asked Yuri if he minded that I was now quite comfortable lounging around in nothing more than my skivvies.

"Not at all" he replied and smiled.

As I got comfortable with another glass of wine, Yuri left the room for a brief time. Upon his return I could see that he again had stripped down to nothing more than his shirt and another pair of sexy, see-thru bikinis that he had worn the day before. These however, were a pale blue, but just as sensuously form fitting as the previous pair. And as before I could not help but stare at the bulbous shape emminating from them. I was a bit more bold in my gaze, feeling less inhibited as he made his way toward the couch and once again sprawled out on it. After a couple of hours, the movie ended and we found ourselves involved in conversation. 

After a time the topic of sex came up with me asking Yuri some rather unusual questions regarding his sexuality. He was very forthcoming about his likes and dislikes. But it wasn't until he spoke to me about oral pleasure that the conversation stimulated me to seek more information. I began to become increasingly aroused as I continued prodding him with questions and I had subconsciously decided to move things forward in a pathetic attempt the seduce him. The problem was, I had no idea what I was doing and certainly no idea on how to entice him to become open to the possibility of some type of physical interaction. I didn't even know if he found me attractive.

"Why are you asking me these questions?" he asked.

"Just curious" I responded.

Yuri informed me that it had been some time since he had been touched and I explained to him that it was the same for me. As the conversation progressed I became more comfortable with talking about it and finally obtained the courage to become more frank with my questions.

"Can I ask you a personal question"? I asked with a smile and with a degree of giddiness.

"Yes."

"Have you ever allowed a man to touch your cock?"

"Yes" he replied quietly.

"Have you ever had a man suck your cock?"

"Yes" he answered inquisitively

"What's it like?"

"I suppose it is no different than when a women does it - why are you asking me these questions?" he repeated.

"I'm just curious!" I said slightly laughing.

"Oh really?" he asked smiling.

I began to notice that he was now becoming much more forthcoming with his answers, almost as if he knew this may be leading up to something. Acting on that assumption, Yuri then turned to lay on his side facing me, adjusting his legs so that his massive bulge was staring me in the face.

"Have you ever sucked a man's penis?" I asked while allowing my eyes to venture down his body right to the one thing I wanted to look at.

"Yes I have."

"What's it like" I whispered as I continued to stare right at his penis.

My heart was racing at this point and I was visibly shaking as I was now in unfamiliar territory. Yuri could sense both my fear and excitement.

"You want to know what it's like?" he said softly.

I coyly said yes and averted my eyes. 

"You know - there's really only one way to find out." he paused. "Can I tell you a little secret?" he asked.

"Yes!" I said rather enthusiastically.

"When I was on your computer yesterday, I saw that file you wrote about the dream you had."

"WHAT!" I gasped. "You saw that, Oh Yuri, I never meant for that to be seen by anyone, I can't believe this."

"If you never meant it to become known, why have you been asking me all of these questions? It actually makes sense since you've expressed your 'curiosity' and certainly why you have been continuously looking at my cock ever since I got here".

"I don't know what you're talking about" I weakly retorted.

"Of course you do. Do you think I was actually asleep last night when you crawled over to me to stare at it?" "I knew how much you were wanting me - Why do you think I keep wearing these revealing underwear?"

"Because I want you to look." he said.

"Remember this morning" he asked. "In the kitchen, when I bumped into you - do you think that was by accident?" "NO dummy! I was trying to cop a feel - which, was very nice" he laughed. "I saw how revved up you were, I saw the wet spot, and how frazzled you were when you all but ran to your room. I also knew you were about to explode."

"Why do you think I barged into your room when I knew you were undressing?" "HELLO!! I was trying to get something going between us, but I could tell you weren't ready."

I sat there stunned with my eyes wide open as he continued to divulge every nuance of every maneuver he made in every attempt to get me to surrender to the feeling swelling within me. I was shocked and embarrassed that I was so transparent, that I had been found out. But it was during his diatribe that I could see he had come to full erection in expressing his frustration at my inability to act on something I so feverishly wanted. And no matter how hard I tried I could no longer divert my eyes from the massive girth of his huge cock bursting out of those see-thru bikinis. I simply couldn't resist the longing urge any longer and at that moment I threw the pillow from my lap, exposing my very erect and very wet penis. I fell to my knees and crawled over to Yuri sitting there with his legs partially open. Sliding in between them I grasped that beautiful throbbing penis with both hands and looked deeply into his eyes..

"Yuri, I want to give you a blow job - I so want to suck your cock - please let me suck you" I panted.

"Please! I have to know what it's like" I begged.

I leaned in and gently began kissing the tip of his penis through the nagging restriction of his thinly stretched underwear.

"Please!" I whispered.

"OK" he said softly.

Without any further delay, a fantasy I had come to relish had become reality. I pulled at the waist band of his underwear, freeing his immense cock, grasped the base with my hands and voraciously covered the dripping bell-shaped head with my mouth. His semen tasted salty which drove me sexually insane. I slurped and sucked him for several minutes, only releasing him to gasp for breath. I moaned with delicious elation with each pull of my mouth, each time repeating the action and swirling my tongue on the underside of the head. Yuri moaned and shook his head from side to side, I knew I was pleasuring him and that turned me on with such intensity that I felt myself beginning to climax. I didn't want that to happen for fear of loosing the drive to finish with him. But there was no stopping it, I had begun to cum - which was a first for me. That is, I had never been able to cum without direct stimulation - until now. I was in ecstacy.




The Visit



After the splurge had subsided, I still wanted more and I continued to suck Yuri with a sort of tender ferocity. I could feel him start to stiffen and his moaning increased dramatically. I knew the moment was at hand and there was no stopping now. At that moment I felt him start to pulse and my mouth began to fill with a warm sticky liquid - he had cum in my mouth. I had to repeat it in my mind over and over again. I made him cum! The sexual arousal in me had not diminished, despite a mouthful of cum and I didn't want to stop, so with that I swallowed hard clearing my mouth of his sperm. I continued to suck for several minutes slowly winding down until Yuri began to relax. I finally released him with a sucking "pop" sound as he laid his head back and began to laugh. I started to laugh with him while continuing to lick his cock.

"What's so funny?" I asked

"For someone whose never given a guy a blow job before, that was one of the best I've ever had"

"Really?" I inquired.

"I've been dreaming about doing that for some time now." "Tell me something - when I invited you to come and stay with me, did you think you would be getting a blow job out of it?"

"It never even crossed my mind." he replied

Now that the experience was complete, my fear was completely gone, as was any embarassment or shame. I had done what I thought I would never do - I had orally pleasured a good friend and I was greatful. The longing had subsided and for the moment, my hunger for cock was satiated.

"Let me ask you something" he said "Did you plan on giving me a blowjob when you invited me - I mean, was that your plan all along?"

"I guess I secretly hoped it would happen, but I was so afraid to try." "And if it was to happen, I wanted it to be with someone I trust than a complete stranger." I replied.

"You do realize that I plan to do it again." "I mean, you're going to be here for the next five days and I plan on doing a lot of sucking ... any objections?"

"None at all!" he laughed.

"But ... what about you?" "Would you like me to return the favor?" he asked.

"I'm afraid you can't right now, I'm swimming in a puddle of cum in my underwear."

"You came!?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes Yuri - you made me cum too."

Just then he leaned in toward me as I reached up to meet him. Without hesitation, our lips met and we engaged in a rather long and passionate kiss. There was something rather nice about that too I thought. 

"I'd better change." I said seductively.

"I'll help you" he replied and kissed me again.

With that we retired to my room, shut the door and climbed into bed. I don't think I got much sleep that night as I learned the various pleasures Yuri was capable of giving. But it was what happened the next morning that made everything so worthwhile. I was sleeping soundly, but as usual I had very sensitive and persistent hardon. After a while I noticed a rather pleasurable sensation, the sensation of being sucked. I turned my head and slowly opened my eyes. No ... I wasn't dreaming, I was being orally pleasured, and as I looked downward, I could clearly see the face of a very good friend awakening me in the most pleasurable way I could imagine. 

"Yuri!" I exclaimed.

Within moments I was at orgasm's door and though I tried to resist, I released every last drop of sperm I could muster into his warm, wet mouth. The feeling was by far, more pleasurable than any woman had ever achieved with me, and he continued for quite sometime thereafter. It was a moment I would never forget and would cherish forever.

The week was over far too quickly and it was difficult letting him walk out the door, but after numerous blow jobs I now had plenty of memories to keep me busy for the foreseeable future and of course he would be visiting again in a few months. As he drove away I knew that this was a new beginning for me and I longed for the time when he would return. Once more the craving was upon me and I slowly closed the door, removing my clothing with each step as I made my way to my bed. A moment later I picked up the phone, dialed his number, climbed into bed and began to slowly masturbate. 

"I'm not wearing anything!" I said.

"Well then .. lets have some fun." he replied.

End.



The Visit



Slowly easing back into my comfy armchair I reach to the table beside me and pick up the book I was reading. Turning to where I left off, I start reading again as I sip my glass of cold Chardonnay. Nothing like a good book and a cold glass of wine to relax after a long week. 

Sometime later I wake up, realizing I must have dozed off, my glass on the table beside me and the book I was reading laying rather ungracefully in my lap. I lay the book back on the table and stretch my arms high over my head, yawning sleepily. Glancing at the clock on the wall I notice it's already midnight. Goodness me! I must have been a lot more exhausted than I thought! With a sigh I get up and carry my glass to the kitchen, downing the last of my wine I put the glass in the sink and head to my bedroom. I flip the light switch inside the door and nothing happens. Hmm, that's strange, I flip the switch in the hallway and the light comes on. Oh well, maybe the bulb is burnt out in the bedroom I think to myself. Walking into my room I make my way over to the little nightstand lamp I have beside the bed and fumble for the switch, finding it and pressing it. Nothing happens. Two bulbs burnt out at once? No, that can't be right. I wonder if maybe the breaker for the room tripped for some reason. Then my mind wanders to other ides... Maybe someone is in the house?

Feeling rather frightened all of a sudden, I try to shake myself out of it telling myself I'm being ridiculous. There must be a perfectly logical explanation for this. The breaker probably just tripped because of the air conditioning unit in the window. My room never stays cool enough in the summer so I keep a window unit as well as the central air. To confirm my suspicions I make my way blindly over to the unit and turn it on. It starts humming as air starts blowing through. I stand stock still, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling up as I realize it can't possibly be the breaker. Before I have time to turn around your hands are on me, pulling my arms quickly behind my back and securing them with something that feels like a coarse rope. I try to stay calm and ask what you want. No answer. I can feel you breathing against my back, you're that close. You maneuver me over to my bed and push me down on it face down. I try to think of how I'm going to get out of this. I start talking to you, telling you where my purse is and that I'll give you the PIN to my ATM card if you need money. I hear you snort behind me as you start securing my legs together. I try to struggle away from you and kick my legs to get footing but you have too tight a grip, wrenching me toward you and roughly flipping me over, pinning me down almost immediately. I can feel your breath near my ear and your weight on top of me, effectively holding me immobile as you whisper that I ought to be very careful what I do if I don't want my pretty face messed up. 

I stay silent and stop moving for the moment. Trying to think of the best way out of this. I start telling you I don't have many valuables aside from the cash in my purse but that you can take what you want. You move back off of me and quickly secure my legs, scoffing at my meager attempts to figure out what you're after. Once you're satisfied that I can't get anywhere fast, you move around to the side of the bed and tell me that if you wanted money or valuables you would have taken them while I was sleeping. I go silent. What can you mean by that? What do you want? I ask what you plan to do and you don't answer. You leave the room for a moment and come back with my scissors that I keep at my desk. Starting at the bottom of my shirt you slowly cut all the way up to the neck, then move to the sleeves and cut down the sleeves, first the left then the right. I decide the best thing to do is try not to aggravate you further while you have a sharp pair of scissors so close to my skin, so I keep quiet. Hoping somehow I'll find a way out of this before you do what I think you're going to. 

Once you're done cutting my shirt you roll me to my side and yank it out from under me. You chuckle and mention I saved you some trouble by being in just a t-shirt and panties and ask if I always relax in so little. Getting a little annoyed I shoot back that I was expecting you and wore it just to save you time. You bend down and bite my breast, hard, causing me to squeal and quickly decide being a brat probably wasn't the best course of action. Satisfied that you got my attention you drag the scissors down my breast and stomach to the waistband of my panties. Making two quick cuts, one on the left leg and the other on the right leg, you yank them out from under me roughly. Once you're done you flip me back over and order me to the edge of the bed, telling me to make sure I stick my ass up nice and high. 

At this point I just want to get out of this unscathed and figure I may as well comply, I start scooting to the edge of the bed just hoping this will be over soon. You smack my ass and tell me to move faster. I get to the edge of the bed and scoot up on my knees as best I can with my ankles still tied together. You tell me I'm a good girl and start running your hands down my back and over my ass, squeezing my ass and giving it a few firm swats. I bite my lip and try not to whimper as you smack me harder and harder in the same spot, no doubt wanting my ass nice and red. Suddenly you stop and say you need some light on the subject. I'm a little worried by this as I wonder if you'll let me go if I'm able to see you, and I also wonder if I can accurately describe you to the police if I'm able to sneak a peek at your face. You're way ahead of me though and slide some cool fabric over my eyes, tightening it behind my head and tying it on. 

The lights come on, I can tell by the faint brightness coming through the blindfold. You move quietly and before I can anticipate your next move you smack my ass again, this time I yelp from the sting. You say my ass looks sexy with your hand prints all over it and ask me if I like being spanked. I shake my head emphatically no. You chuckle and tell me you don't believe me as I hear you unbuckle your belt. I get worried, thinking you're about to rape me and there's nothing I can do about it. All of a sudden I feel a stinging pain across my ass and can't help screaming from the sheer shock of it, I instantly realize you just spanked me with your belt! Before I can catch my breath or brace myself you hit me again, and again, not hard enough to cause any major damage but hard enough to really hurt. After a few minutes of this you have me whimpering and begging you to stop. You ask me what I'll do if you stop, I just slump against the bed refusing to give you permission to do anything to me. You chuckle again and give me one last smack before you tell me how red my ass is and how much it turns you on. You continue by telling me that you're going to fuck me until I like it. I just shake my head against the bed and try to convince myself this is just a dream. 

I don't even notice as you untie my ankles and retie each one in turn to the side rail of the bed, spreading my legs open wide and making sure I can't move very far. You pull my ass back toward you until I'm perched right on the edge, bound hands stretched out above my head, my body completely prostrate in front of you. You bend down and gently bite my ass where you were spanking earlier, the bite stings and then you soothe it with your tongue. Tired and worn out the soothing almost feels good as your tongue gently moves in little circles around the spot you bit. Bringing your hand up underneath me you start playing with my left nipple, rolling it in your fingers until it gets nice and hard and then squeezing as you roll it slowly back and forth between your fingers. You use your free hand to slide your fingers down to my pussy and start gently fingering my clit, dipping your forefinger into my pussy to get it a little wet and then coming back to trace lazy little circles around my clit. I whimper at this and start to relax a little, hoping you'll just take me and let me go if I try to be good and let you enjoy yourself. 

Without warning you pinch my nipple hard and I gasp, drawing in breath as the sting spreads through me right down to my clit where your fingers are shamelessly playing with me. You chuckle at the gasp and ask if I like that. I don't respond. You say you think I like it and move your hand to my other nipple, repeating the process of playing with it nice and gently, then squeezing it until it gets hard and erect. Meanwhile your fingers that were playing with my clit start sliding into my pussy, seeing what kind of effect you're having on me. My body is betraying me because even though I was trying not to enjoy the attention, my pussy was getting wet and I can tell by the sound coming from your fingers that are now thrusting in and out of me. You release my nipple and smack my ass again, sliding your fingers in and out of my pussy faster as I get wetter and wetter for you. You comment on what a good little slut I'm being, and that you knew I'd come around to the idea of being fucked once I realized I had no way out of it. I whimper and sigh, wondering what type of horrible person I am to enjoy being raped. 

You stop touching me and I hear you slide down a zipper, assuming you must be taking your clothes off and bracing for the final violation. Instead I feel your fingers back at my clit, and the head of your cock gently nudging against my pussy. You tell me you won't fuck me until I beg you to. I scoff, as if I'd beg you to fuck me! You move the head of your cock up and down my slit, still toying with my clit, then I hear you kneel down and feel your tongue replacing your fingers on my clit. I groan and think how unfair that is as your tongue expertly teases me, running little circles around my clit and then lapping at it hungrily, sliding two fingers back inside me and fucking me with them slowly. I whimper at the pleasure that's starting to build. You gently nip my clit and have me squealing, sucking it into your mouth and alternating licking and nipping it lightly before backing off to give it nice long laps with your tongue. I start feeling an orgasm building and try to fight it off as best I can. Focusing my mind on other things I try to push aside the growing frustration at my refusal to cum. My body is screaming for release and that tongue just keeps driving me wild, right as I'm about to tumble over the edge into orgasm despite my efforts not to, you stop. Pulling back and leaving me frustrated, you replace your cock at the entrance of my pussy and drag it up and down my slit, nudging it against my entrance but not sliding in. 

I want to cum so badly that I automatically try to push back against you, but you pull away. Frustrated I tell you to just take me already and get it over with. You say no, and tell me that if I want it I need to beg for it. I growl in frustration and refuse to say another word. Slowly you nudge just the tip of the head inside me, then pull back, then back in, then back out again. I whimper in frustration as my body is screaming that it needs to cum and you keep teasing me relentlessly. Finally after what seems like forever of this teasing torture, I break down and ask you to fuck me. You say you didn't hear me and ask me to repeat myself. "Please fuck me, please shove your cock into my hot wet pussy and make me cum for you, please, I need to cum so badly" I beg. Satisfied, you bury yourself to the hilt inside me in one hard thrust. I gasp and jerk forward at the sheer size and force of your cock slamming inside me. Your cock stretches me open and makes my whole pussy feel like it's stuffed to the brim. Then you start thrusting and I move my hips back against you, dragging on and off your cock like a drug starved fiend needing a fix. Your grab my ass in your hands and ram your cock in deep, then slowly drag it out and ram it right back in again. I can't contain myself anymore and I scream out as an outrageously intense orgasm rocks my entire body, making me spasm and shake around your cock. 

Going limp for a moment I hear you say you knew I'd like it. You start fucking me harder now, slamming your cock in and out of my pussy with precision and speed. Rocking my entire body forward and back as you pound me. I groan as I try to recover and start moving back against you again, hoping to get you off quick so this can be over, feeling ashamed that I just came from someone taking me against my will. After what seems like a long time you finally start to tense and shoot a hot load of cum deep inside me, gripping my ass and slamming in completely as your cock throbs and pulses. I sigh, at least it's over. 

Once your cock stops spasming inside me I feel you pull back, finally taking it out. But no, what are you doing? You slam back into me and start fucking me again, your cock only slightly softer than it was and quickly gaining in size and firmness as it pushes in and out of my soaked pussy. I tell you I thought you were done. You simply laugh and say not by a long shot. I sigh and hope you finish soon, letting you pound my pussy hard and fast again but not participating in the least. Apparently this frustrates you because you bring your hands down to play with my nipples again, getting both of them nice and hard. You then move them away and bring your hands back again, I feel a sharp pain in my left nipple as something bites into the soft flesh. It feels like some kind of clamp and it hurts like hell. I whimper and tell you to stop, you just chuckle and clamp the other nipple in the same vicious manner. I groan in pain and try to focus on your cock in my pussy to take my mind off it, it's not working as I feel the pain spreading through my breasts and the teeth of whatever type of clamp you used biting harder into my sensitive nipples. 

While I'm focused on the pain in my breasts you pull your cock out of my pussy and position it against my ass. Feeling where you moved your cock I frantically try to move my ass away and tell you no over and over again. You don't listen and start pushing your cock into my ass. At first the soft head doesn't hurt, but as soon as it hits the hard shaft it feels like someone is shoving a knife up my ass. The burning pain spreads as your cock continues the assault on my poor little asshole, pushing in firmly until the head completely enters my ass. I'm crying and whimpering from the pain, begging you to stop and take it out. You groan and keep pushing, each little inch feeling like a hot iron as it stretches my ass wider and wider around your huge shaft. 

Suddenly my ass gives a little and half your length sinks in all at once. I groan and whimper from the pain, the intensity so strong I beg you to please at least let me play with myself while you fuck my ass. You finally relent and reach above me with the scissors and cut my hands free. My hand immediately flies to my clit, teasing it frantically as your cock sinks in deeper and deeper. The pain in my nipples completely forgotten next to this new excruciating version. Almost instantly I'm cumming, spasming all over your cock as my body rocks with orgasm, the pain just too much and driving me over the edge into pleasure. You groan as you feel my ass spasming around your cock and push in the rest of the way, impaling my ass with your thick hard cock, the last inch of your shaft stretching my abused little asshole even further and making me play harder with my clit. You start moving your cock in and out, dragging it back and forth inside my ass, intensifying the pain every time you thrust and making me focus on my clit and getting off again. The pain slowly starts to ebb as my body rides up another crest and crashes into a hard and fast orgasm. You grab my ass cheeks and start really pounding my ass, hammering your cock in and out of me as I start to get used to your cock and the pain becomes less intense. I continue to frantically play with my clit, the pain subsiding but never completely gone. Every time you bottom out in my ass I feel it stretch a little more and it hurts again, causing me to ride up the next wave of orgasm and have my body rocked by pleasure yet again. 

You keep fucking my ass, thrusting into me hard and deep, and I keep cumming. The aching pain in my nipples and the sudden shocks of pain in my ass, coupled with the deliciously full feeling your cock is giving me, are sending me into a constant roller coaster of orgasmic peaks. As soon as I cum I start to feel the pain again and have to push myself toward the next peak. I find myself moving my ass back against you, dragging my breasts against the bed to intensify the pain and sensitivity from the clamps just as I'm about to cum. You groan and smack my ass again, plowing your cock into me over and over again, filling me so full I don't know how it's even fitting inside me! After a good long time of solid fucking, you grip my ass right as I'm cumming again, my body completely spent, and you thrust in deep. I feel your cock spasming inside me as you groan and shoot stream after stream of hot cum into my poor abused little ass. I collapse underneath you and you finally pull out, spent. 

You cut the ropes binding my ankles to the bedrail and gently roll me over onto my back. I foggily hear you walk away as I pass out, completely exhausted. A couple hours later I turn and snuggle against your warm body, realizing there's someone in bed with me I wake up with a start. You stir and pull me close, nuzzling against me and saying soothingly that it's you, and everything's okay. Recognizing your voice I flip the bedside lamp on (which works this time) and look at you in shock. I ask what you're doing here and how you got in. You pull your key from the nightstand and show it to me and tell me you thought you'd give me a surprise visit and couldn't resist trying out a fantasy I'd mentioned. You ask me if I liked it and all I can do is stare at you in shock until you tug me close and kiss me, long and deeply. Breaking the kiss I look at you and just say thank you. You smile and say "I love you baby, happy birthday!"



The Visit



Mother Nature had smiled down on the Halloween revelers this year. The clouds of the afternoon had vanished, and a bright full moon took their place in the evening sky. The children came and cleaned out the candy bowl he kept near the front door. It was fairly early, but he just couldn't keep his eyes open.

He wasn't sure what woke him. Was it the slight wind coming through the open window? Open? He didn't remember doing that. Through his unfocused eyes he saw her sitting in the chair by the window. The sheer curtains blew over her body and the light from the moon cast an eerie glow over her skin.

"You came," he said in a sleepy voice.

"Of course," she murmured. Or did she?

A half smile came to her lips as she stood to cross to him. Her gossamer gown slipped off her ivory shoulders and seemed to float to the floor behind her. Her pale hair looked like silver threads in this light, and her eyes were dark as pitch.

It felt like it only took seconds for her to float over to him. She reached the foot of the bed, and his blankets seemed to fall to the floor. With cat-like movements she began to crawl up his body. His legs opened and his cock began to twitch.

The mattress never moved under her weight. Her skin felt like silk when she touched his body. Her breath resembled a light breeze as she hovered over his core. The cock that began to twitch now hardened and rose, as if to make room for her. When she lowered her mouth, he bent his knees and raised his hips, offering her complete access.

She started at his dark crinkled hole and licked to just behind his genitalia. Hearing a moan escape his lips, she repeated the act. Over and over, licking along his perineum, she always stopped when she reached his balls.

"Oh please," he moaned.

On her next pass, she continued up the line that separated his balls, stopping at the base of his cock. She began to cover his gonads with slow, sensual licks. While she draped them in the moisture from her mouth, pre-cum appeared at the tip of his shaft. One lone dropped rolled down the backside of his cock, towards his balls. She must have seen this, because she tore her attention away from his churning sacks to clean the salty residue.

He didn't expect her to move back to his testes, but she did. She was far from through with them. Licking, and then sucking them into her mouth one at a time, she rolled them around with her tongue before setting them free. Occasionally, there would be a gentle nip, then a tug on his sack. No woman had ever spent this much time just playing with his balls. The anticipation of what was to come caused him to break out in a cold sweat.

All he wanted to do was run his fingers through her hair, but she moved away. He opened his eyes and she was poised, looking like she would pounce on her prey. There was a strange look in her eyes; not fear, but more of a wary look.

"It's okay," he said. "No hands, I promise."

That seemed to calm her and she settled herself back between his legs. Round and round she licked, sucked and tugged. At one point, he could have sworn she rubbed her cheek against his jewels and purred.

He tried to stay calm, but it felt like a battle he would not win. He could feel his cum begin to boil. He fought, not wanting to ruin things and fire off too soon. He dug his nails into the palms of his hands and his entire body tensed. She must have sensed his need to calm, because she backed off and let him rest for just a minute. With his breathing returning to normal, he was able to relax his body. His legs dropped open and he raised his head to look at her.

"What you do to me," he said in a hoarse whisper.

She didn't reply, only blinked her eyes at him and glanced down. She looked up briefly and her eyes locked on his. He thought he saw a flame burning deep inside them. He could have sworn she ran her tongue along her lips before opening her mouth and lowering her head. His throbbing cock was completely engulfed in her mouth. When she began to move, he swore he felt his tip hit the back of her throat. Her head moved up and down while her mouth suctioned itself around him. Her sweet lips held him tight and he could just barely feel her teeth rub along his hard rod.

Up and down, he could feel her trying to suck future life out of him. The work she was doing was so intense. The muscles in her mouth were so strong as they held and released and sucked. His breathing became rapid and turned to gasps, which in turn changed to cries of relief. He gripped the mattress and pushed his hips up as high as he could as he felt the first hot spurts fire into her belly. She was relentless, feasting on each bullet his cock shot.

"Ughhhh, ugh, ugh....." he rose up and screamed. "Damn it!"

Just as she released him, he fell exhausted on the bed, panting in a weakened state. He lay there just feeling his chest go up and down, and the muscles in his legs tremble. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the vision curled up at the end of his bed. She looked at him through half closed eyes, with the just the hint of a smile on her face.

He turned onto his side to better look at her. She was calm and quiet; a vision in the moonlight.

"You do know that I intend to pleasure you until you can't take any more, don't you?" he asked.

She just smiled and rested her chin in her hands, staring at him with a sultry look. He suddenly felt tired beyond belief. He rolled onto his back and succumbed to the sleep that fell upon him.

He knew what woke him this time. Her knees were on either side of his hips while she bent over his chest. Her teeth were pulling at his left nipple, while her fingers pulled on his right. He hissed with pleasure, and his cock stood at attention once again. 

She rose up and looked at him, like a starving man looks at food in a fancy restaurant. There was a serious determination in those dark eyes and she flattened her hands against his chest for support. Her hips lifted and he saw her hot, dripping pussy was poised over him, waiting to be impaled by his strength.

"But I want..." he began.

"Shhhh," she silenced him by lowering herself at that moment.

While he expected heat, there was none. What he felt was his cock being pulled inside her and the contractions of her tight tunnel. She moved with the grace of a dancer. He could see her on him, but she felt weightless. He tried to bring his hands to her hips, to control her movements, but she waved them away. She glared at him and hissed, while increasing her speed.

If you saw her, you would have compared her to a jockey riding to win a race. He cried out as her nails dug into his chest and she started to move faster and faster. The intensity in her look almost frightened him. She threw her head back and it appeared that the wind had caught her hair. When she looked at him again, there was no desire in her eyes. He thought she almost looked maniacal. 

It was the oddest feeling of having his cock pounded but not feeling the weight on his body. He imagined comparing it to a milking machine; pulling, squeezing, drawing his juice from deep inside of him.

Once more he felt his balls begin to tense. His legs stiffened and the veins in his neck began to pulse. His cock jerked and he felt heat leave his body and shoot deep inside of her. And again, he felt weak and drained. He closed his eyes in an attempt to compose himself, but sleep overtook him.

He didn't know why, but he felt a sharpness and then cold. He opened his eyes and tried to move. His limbs were heavy, and although he tried, he couldn't move them. He felt like he was being taken over by a fog. He struggled to gain control of his labored breathing. 

He turned his eyes to see her sitting next to him, licking her fingers. When she felt his eyes on her, she looked at him intently and bent down. Her hair fell against his face and she nuzzled his neck. When she sat up again, he noticed that her lips were now a bright red. Her tongue came out and swept over them, cleaning them, removing the color.

He was confused. He was tired. All he wanted to do was sleep. She bent and nuzzled his neck one last time, and he felt the pulsing there begin to slow. There was a trail of red at the corner of her mouth when she sat up again. While he looked troubled, she looked victorious. The room that was bathed in moonlight began to darken.

No words came out when he mouthed, "What?"

"Don't worry darling. You were purrfect," she said. Or did she?



The Visit



He wondered if this would be the day as he lay there and let her strap him down to the table. She sat down next to him when she was done, pulling a small table next to her. Silently she traced her nails across his skin. Stopping occasionally to tweak his nipples. After a few minutes she stopped and broke the silence. "Shall we begin?"

"Yes. Please Mistress, please." His eyes were fixed upon her. Rarely though would she ever look him in the eye. Her voice was always flat, clinical and sardonically dry. He noticed the top two buttons of her blouse were undone. As she shifted and moved her cleavage came into and out of view. He had yet to see her naked in any form. Just a glimpse of her open blouse caused his cock to stir. 

"A little eager today, are we?" She slid her hand up one thigh across his lower abdomen and down the other thigh. She watched his reaction out of the corner of her eye. He, on the other hand, was riveted on her. Motionless, barely breathing. Just like last time, and the time before that and the time before that. "How long has it been now?"

"Eighteen weeks Mistress." Each week he showed up, waiting to be unlocked. Desperate for her touch. First he was reveling in his denial, finally caving in to his desires, but now he ached for an elusive release. Each week she would torment him. Taking him only to the edge, but always past his limits.

She tapped her nails on his chastity device. "Why should I take this off today?" It was the same question every week. Every week his answer became more and more pained, more whiny, but most of all desperate.

"Mistress, you should remove it so that you can see me suffer under your skilled hand."

"I could make you suffer without releasing you."

"That is true Mistress, but wouldn't please you more to see me grovel and beg for your generous gift of allowing your cock an erection." He wanted to beg for an orgasm, but dared not ask. After three weeks in chastity he was ready to explode. However, she promised him that he would only orgasm as soon as she thought he was truly ready. He knew he could quit at any time. Cut the lock and never see her again, but he also knew that there were consequences to that action. She'd made sure of it.

"I think that's what would please you; not me. Hygiene aside, what other reason could you give today for release?"

Silence. He began to panic as he struggled for words. She cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, you are correct, as always, Mistress. However, the torment knowing that I would even be denied your sublime touch is too great a burden to bear."

"Would it now?" Stroking his caged cock she smiled. "How's that? Is that enough of my sublime touch for you? Are you suffering under my skilled hand?" His cock swelled within its confines. "Poor, poor little frustrated boy. So desperate. But I don't think you're ready."

His voice cracked and trembled. "Please Mistress." She continued to stroke his cage. Leaning in she blew into the chastity device. "Oh please, please Mistress." Her bindings held him tight to the table. His groin burned and ached.

"I tell you what. I'll unlock you, but you need to grant me a wish before you leave here today."

"Yes, of course. Of course."

"Of course." she repeated, mocking him. "We'll see." She picked up a key off the table and opened the lock. Picking apart the pieces she placed them in a bowl of soapy water next to her. He was completely erect by the time she turned back around to clean him off with a rag. "Dirty little boy with a dirty little dick." She slowly rubbed his cock with the rag. The warm soapy water cleaning him, yet also providing an impromptu lube.

He moaned as she worked in silence. Even the coarse terrycloth was ecstasy after another week of total denial. She shaped the cloth into a tube around his shaft. Up and down she let it glide. Re-wetting it every so often. "Don't get too excited. I haven't even started yet." She moved her way down to his balls, gently rolling them around in the cloth. "Have you seen how swollen these things are?" Hefting them in her hand as she spoke. She washed him right up to the edge.

She then dried him off and fetched a large feather from the table. "So very hard and you didn't even ask for permission for an erection." She traced the feather along the length of his rigid member. "Tsk. Tsk. Very naughty." He tensed and twitched involuntarily. "Oh my look at how sensitive it is." Moving down between his legs she let the feather tickle his balls as she continued down his legs and then back up.

Breathing heavily as she continued he thought about how much more he could take. "Tell me how much it aches. This is what you wanted, right? Someone to tame your rouge libido." He couldn't even buck his hips to try and get more friction. She had quickly moved beyond his limits weeks ago, but he was held hostage. Not to her as she was fond of telling him, but rather to his own libido.

"Isn't it a shame? Everywhere you go people are having sex. Fucking their brains out. Orgasming at will. Everyone except you that is." She shook the feather across his head as she spoke. "You can't even pleasure yourself. Of course that's the whole point now, isn't it?" Moving the feather up and down his body she continued. "Look at yourself. You are possessed. You think of nothing but sex, nothing but coming. Am I right?"

He nodded yes.

"Of course I am." She put the feather down and then squeezed out some lube onto his now dripping cock. "Now I personally know you are not ready to cum, but in the interest of being fair and humane I am granting your wish of letting you suffer under my skilled hand." She began spreading the lube around with one finger. "Now I don't want to hear a word from you. No begging and pleading or cries to your maker."

Once his cock was completely coated she deftly, yet ever so slowly began making small circles with a finger on his shaft. Starting at the base and moving up to the head. She had mastered this technique of only providing enough friction to heighten his sexual tension, his frustration, but never enough to get him any closer to climax. She would get to that in time.

He futilely writhed in his bindings as she worked in silence. Her finger circling his head, sending a deep heated ache through him. His breathing exploded as she increased the pressure. Then, just as quickly as it started, his breathing subsided as she moved down to his balls. She kneaded them in her hand for a moment before moving back to his shaft. Using her thumb and index finger she slowly stroked his shaft, taking about two or three seconds to go up, then another to go down. Doing this for about twenty or so strokes then speeding up just a bit. Always moving the location of her fingers as she stroked.

His breathing increased as she the speed of her stroking. She monitored him closely, waiting for his whining to begin. She did not have to wait long as she increased the pace. "Mm, that's what I like to hear. You're little whimpering lets me know I'm doing a good job." She continued, going faster still until his body started convulse as if being electrocuted. Then she stopped. 

He was right at the edge, hoping she would just give him a little more. Just enough to spill over, but he knew better. She knew him probably better than he knew himself by now. She picked up the feather and traced it along his body. She would give his cock a chance to catch its breath, but not his mind. "Have you thought about my wish yet?" Her eyes sparkled and there was a slight almost imperceptible grin on her face.

His mind raced at the things she could have him do. She was very aware of all his deepest, darkest secrets. She made sure he told her everything when he first contacted her. "Nothing? Nothing comes to mind? I'm surprised. I would think that after eighteen weeks your mind would be thinking of nothing but how you could please me."

"Mistress, I think that anything..." She stopped him by tickling his face with the feather.

"Careful." She put the feather down and re-lubed his cock. Putting her hand above his head and extending out her fingers she lowered her hand onto him and pulled up as if she were an arcade crane reaching for a prize. "You know I once had someone say they would do anything I asked just to cum." She concentrated on his cock as she spoke. His eyes were fixed on her large dark eyes and his ears hung on every word.

"It didn't work out to well for him, suffice to say." She looked at him out the corner of her eye. His eyes were the poster child of his torment. His breathing matched her slow and agonizing touch. Pre-cum flowed freely from his shaft. She swirled it around on his head and smiled as he grunted and groaned under the strain. Her fingers worked their way slowly down his shaft causing it to twitch. She then grasped it and continued her fast and slow tempo of bringing him slowly to another edge.

He was cracking under the strain. The two edges on their own were not a lot, but they were on top of eighteen weeks of being edged three or four times a session. He was lost, swimming in deep waters. He had paid for ten sessions with her, but then she refused to unlock him or let him cum after the tenth session. She also didn't ask for any more money. He on the other hand kept coming back, never asking for the photos back or refusing to end it. He didn't know what she was up to, then again he wasn't sure what he was doing either.

He was snapped back to reality when she began to use only down strokes on him. This wasn't as bad as when she would palm his head, but it ran a close second. He also knew that this was the last edge. She always ended her sessions with either an all up or all down stroke edging.

He whimpered and moaned as she slid her hands down his cock. Smiling. "Oh, How you must want to cum so very bad. You don't have to say it. I know you do." He thought of any perverted or pornographic thought to help him to the edge. It seemed like an eternity. His cum slowly boiling in his swollen balls. He began quivering at his pending climax. She, on the outside, seemed oblivious to his obvious signals. Could this be it, he thought. Like a volcano he felt the cum surge up like molten lava, but she stopped just in time to leave him grunting and straining against the straps.

"My, my that was close. Is that the closest you've come to cumming?" He was still trying to catch his breath and contemplating ending this all. Pictures be damned. "I bet you've got a big load just jammed up in that rock hard shaft of yours." She lightly traced a finger up the length of his cock, causing it to twitch. "You need a chance to think about how far you've come and how far I'm going to take you." He prayed she would let him get soft and lock him back up. She had other plans.

She got up and he watched her leave the room. Her black skirt fitting tight against her shapely frame. Thinking of the last he'd seen a woman naked, let alone had sex with one. He lay there staring at the ceiling, his balls feeling like two supernovas, wanting to implode. The aching pressure becoming to much to bear. His cum began to ooze out of his softening cock as he lay there waiting for her. He began to panic. He hadn't come. What was going on? His balls really began to ache. What did she do? It wasn't a lot, but it was the first time in over five months he had even seen his own cum.

He heard her footsteps approach. No matter how many times he'd seen her he was captivated just by the sight of her. She sat back down and without a word cleaned up his cum with a rag. She then dripped lube on his perineum and then slowly circled her finger there.

"You got lucky today, do you know that?"

"No, Mistress."

"Well, you did. Usually I only give that out after six months of denial. It's my own special ruined orgasm. I time it so that your cum sits in your cock and wont come out until you get soft. I'm sure your really feeling it in your swollen balls."

"I do Mistress, I really do." The tone of his voice begged for sympathy.

"Well, just you wait. It's only going to get worse."

By now his cock was almost erect again. She was right, he thought to himself as he was almost in tears, the pressure and aching was intensifying as her feather light touch was driving him mad. She stopped only when he was fully erect and he was dripping a mix of left over cum and fresh pre-cum. She then held his dick firm and pulled down with one hand, stretching the skin taught. With the other she used her palm to lightly rub the head, using the mix of fluids as lube.

The crushing pressure in his balls combined with the burning heat that was engulfing his cock head was too much. His head thrashed about and he was alternating between hyperventilating and not breathing at all. She, however, was indifferent to his plight and her only action was to slowly increase the pressure she put on his head. His body began to convulse and spasm, yet he still didn't say a word.

That's not to say he was quiet. The sounds he made were barely human. By now she was firmly pressing down on his head, rubbing for all she was worth. It wasn't until a tear fell from his eye that she stopped.

Giving him a minute or two to compose himself she waited, silently observing him. She dried his eyes and he looked back, his eyes spoke for him. Filled with desperation as to figure out what was happening and how to end it.

She sat back and wrapped her index finger and thumb around his cock just below the head and slow began pulsing it. "You should enjoy this a bit more than the palming that I prefer."

He was thankful that she stopped when she did. "Well, I hope I didn't disappoint you today. I mean it did seem as though you were suffering under my skilled hand. Were you not?"

"Yes, Mistress. I did. I mean I am." The pulsing of her fingers was starting to affect him. He wanted so bad to buck his hips or do anything that would create a stroking sensation on his cock, but he couldn't. All he could is watch as pre-cum bubbled up occasionally from his cock. His cock that he had not touched in almost five months.

"Are you ready to grant me my wish?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Want to guess what it is?"

He hesitated. "No, Mistress."

"Sure?"

His voice cracked as he felt an orgasm building. "N..n...n...no, Mistress."

She paused. "OK. How about this? You can either grant me my wish or stay on the table for some more suffering under my skilled hand."

He didn't think he could take another edge, but then again he also thought about the depraved things she could make him do.

"Should I choose for you?" She said breaking his concentration.

"No Mistress. I think you've been more than generous to me over the past four months and I would like to show my appreciation by granting you your wish." He'd hoped the flattery would cause her to be lenient on him.

"Why thank you. What I'd like you to do is contact somebody from the contacts on your phone, a female preferably. Have them contact me. They should tell me that you've informed them of your kinky tease and denial fetish and your love of chastity devices." She traced a finger up and down his shaft. "I'm sure there's at least one person you're just dying to tell." She stopped playing with him and dried off his cage. As she put it back on and snapped the lock close she finished speaking. "And trust me, if you can't find someone to tell I'm sure I can."

She untied his binds and let him get off the table. He got dressed, clearly distressed by what he had to do. "As usual, I should wait for your call, Mistress."

"Of course. Oh, and you won't get one until I get a call. With that she walked out of the room. 

Just as the weeks before he let himself out. His cage reminding him of his status. By tomorrow morning he would be aching for her presence.



The Visit



Longtime friends and former lovers, they hadn't seen each other for almost 10 years when she called to say she'd be coming to visit her aging aunt for a weekend. Making the long trip was no small thing given the demands of her job and family, so this was going to be a real occasion. He was thrilled, of course, but the arrangements were going to be a challenge. She would be staying the entire weekend with her aunt, who insisted on sharing her apartment to make the most of their limited time.

"I really can't say no," Pamela explained. "It's only two nights and two days and I really have no reason to say why I'd need to sleep somewhere else. I told her I wanted to see you. She said you can stay over. You can sleep on the sofa and we'll sleep in her room..."

"That's going to be torture," he said.

He and Pamela still shared an intense attraction and desire. Both in loveless marriages, they missed sex and often talked in great detail about the wonders of their past lovemaking and what they wanted to do with each other should they ever again have the opportunity. 

"The next time I see you, I'll suck your cock until your head blows off," she'd promised and his heart soared at the thought. She gave exquisite blowjobs, loving, sensual and deeply erotic. It was her favorite sexual act, for the power it gave her over her lover, and she was endlessly fascinated and aroused by penises -- their shape and size, their scent, taste and texture when they were in her mouth, they way they grew and hardened, and pulsed as they released her lover's essence. Her own pleasure in the act was obvious in her eagerness and the sounds she made as she licked, sucked, kissed and delivered the object of her desire to climax. She loved bestowing such great pleasure on one she loved, the taste of his come and the sensation of it spurting into her mouth. Her expressing this to him, and his witnessing it for himself made the experience so intense for him.

During their phone conversations, they often shared their deepest fantasies, ones that remained unspoken during the three years they were together. But years and life flew by. They remained lovers only by phone and internet. Now an opportunity was presenting itself, but it meant him meeting her in a city an hour from his home, and after she had spent the appropriate amount of time alone with her aunt, they might be able to have a quick dinner out together and then that tortuous night if he wanted to stay. Finding a hotel that rented rooms by the hour was a possibility, but they didn't know of any, his funds were limited, and she wasn't too keen on the idea.

"If we're going to make love, I want to have all night, or all afternoon," she said. "I want it to be loving, not a hasty quickie."

"We'll think of something," he said, praying they would. 

She flew in early on a Saturday morning and spent the day and first night with her aunt. He met them at the apartment late Sunday afternoon. Pam looked beautiful in her black blouse, grey skirt and black leather boots. She was now 46. Her long, thick auburn hair had touches of gray and she had put on some weight in her hips, rear and breasts that she had warned him about, but he found it very arousing. Her green eyes were bright and alight as she gazed at him. He hoped she didn't mind his extra pounds and slightly less hair.

They hugged in the doorway and he gave her a bottle of wine and some of her favorite cheese, wondering if she'd remembered to bring her garter belt and nylons. They'd talked of her sitting in a luxurious chair, nude except for the lingerie, leisurely sipping and snacking while he sat on the floor between her spread legs, lovingly pleasuring her pussy and anus with his fingers and tongue. "That would be nice," she'd said.

Then reality hit.

They were quickly greeted by Pamela's aunt, who was thrilled to see him again after so much time. A warm, effusive and still attractive woman in her late 60s, Aunt Sally plied them with drinks and snacks. The conversation in her well-appointed living room overlooking midtown flowed easily. He and Pamela kept exchanging sly looks and they mentioned slipping out for dinner when her aunt insisted on cooking them a nice meal of pasta and veal plus a bottle of red wine. It was an offer she wouldn't let them refuse.

"She senses the spark between us," Pamela said in a hushed tone while her aunt fetched more crackers and cheese from the kitchen. "But I don't think she approves of us...you know..."

By ten o'clock, they were all full and feeling drowsy. He had to get up for work in the morning. Pamela's flight was leaving at nine. His heart sank as he realized there would be no time alone.

As Pamela's aunt prepared the pull-out sofa bed in the living room, he went into the bathroom and changed into a t-shirt, sweatpants and white socks. While brushing his teeth, his mind raced with desire and frustration. He'd researched local hotels that rented by the hour, but they were all too sleazy and they probably couldn't have gotten away. When he came out, Pamela touched his face and gave him a steady look as he walked by and lay down. 

"Well. I'm going to bed," her aunt announced. "I'll leave you two to talk..." And she went into the bedroom down the short hall, but left the door ajar.

Pamela sat on the edge of the sofa, her hand on his thigh as he lay on his back and looked at her longingly. "I'm sorry," she said softly, "I really want to do something for you, but I haven't seen her in years, and I can't, you know, she wouldn't understand...."

"I know," he said. "It's just hard..."

"I'm sure it is," she said with a smile, giving his crotch a playful squeeze that filled him with electric excitement. Leaning down, she kissed him and departed with a soft, "Sleep well, my love," his gaze following her. Her ass looked so full and sexy in that skirt.

After she went into the bedroom and closed the door, he lay on the sofa for a long while, his excitement growing as he revisited his most erotic memories of her. Unlike most of the women he'd been with, she enjoyed anal sex. She was fearless about sharing that most intimate part of her body and he found that attitude as intensely erotic as her love of giving blowjobs.

It was Pam who first suggested they try anal sex. She mentioned it casually as they lay naked and satisfied in the afternoon sun of her bedroom one day after making love, He later took her up on it by fulfilling an intense desire...

As he lay there on the sofa in her aunt's apartment, he grew hard and unbearably aroused thinking about the weekend he'd spent minding a friend's house. Pam came to stay with him. They were falling in love and becoming much more sexually open. After going upstairs to bed the first night, they kissed by the bed in the glow of the light streaming from the bathroom. As he gently held her face with both hands, she deftly unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans, sliding them and his briefs down and grasping his erection. She moaned softly as she stroked and he unfastened her jeans. They were soon on the bed bottomless, she in her black sleeveless tank top and he in his t-shirt, their hands roaming exposed flesh and under their remaining garments as they kissed. He lifted her shirt and she sighed appreciatively as he licked and sucked her breasts, pebbling her large pink nipples. She was rapidly stroking his cock when he started to kiss his way down her side, His lips were on her hip when he rolled her onto her stomach, and she complied. 

Pamela's ass was glorious, full, firm, round and sexy, and as he kissed and caressed its cool, smooth flesh, he was seized by the desire to lick her anus. He'd never done such a thing with a woman, but the idea of knowing her so intimately made his heart pound. He'd tasted the tangy sweetness her pussy many times and loved her response as he pleasured her. Now he suspected she wouldn't resist him doing the same to her asshole.

In the soft light, he gently spread her cheeks and gazed at her fully exposed for the first time. Her anus was a gorgeous puckered slit surrounded by a circle of delicately wrinkled dark skin, the scent musky, deeply exciting, and he trembled as he kissed his way into her valley. She gasped as his tongue made contact with her most intimate part, and the taste made him want to come. It was salty, bitter, delicious and he began licking the entire length of her crevice as she moaned and writhed, the warmth of her bare ass surrounding his face. 

"Mmmm, you taste so good," he murmured and she pushed her rear hard against his mouth, urging his tongue inside her. He pressed the pointed tip into firm smoothness, the bitterness intensifying, his excitement rising as he comprehended what he was doing. His hands roamed her back, her hips, her ass cheeks as he licked and tasted, fascinated by the flavor and scent and sensation, the very thought that his tongue was inside her asshole. As he feasted, he listened to her excitement and pleasure.

"Fuck me," she said, her voice quavering. "I want to feel you in my ass..."

She rose into a kneeling position with her bare rear up and he fought to steady himself as he kissed her cheeks and anus, wetting it with licks. He couldn't believe she was into offering herself, sharing herself this way. Holding his aching cock in his hand, he pressed the large pink head against her chocolate bud and slowly entered. She moaned softly and he withdrew before pressing in again, the head disappearing inside her anus. The sight of her hair splayed across the pillow, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her luscious ass and her sexy asshole surrounding the shaft of his cock was almost too much. 

Slowly he withdrew and entered, withdrew and entered, a little more deeply each time, concerned about hurting her but savoring how different her asshole felt on his cock -- so firm, like a hand.

"Yeah, baby...that's good...that's nice," she sighed.

Half his of his totally hard erection was inside her now. He reached under her and gently fingered her wet heat. She cried out in affirmation. Her pussy was overflowing with her slick honey and he leaned forward and kissed her neck, keeping his strokes slow and easy. She was relaxing, admitting him more deeply and he wanted to come but fought for control. This was incredible. He wanted this first experience of anal sex to last.

Rising, his hands on her ass, he gazed at his cock as it slid all the way into her anus until his hips were pressed against her butt. He was seven thick inches and it amazed him that she could take it all so readily, so deeply, and enjoy it. She was moaning and crying out as she always did as she approached orgasm. The sight, the sound, the sensation, the intoxicatingly exciting scent of her cunt honey and anal musk, the very idea of what they were doing made him come intensely. He slumped forward over her back, groaning and filling her with each wave, feeling her anus clenching him as she came, too.

They stayed in that position for several blissfully exhausted minutes.

"Did you like it?" she asked softly over her shoulder.

"Oh, yeah," he gasped. "That was amazing..."

"That's good...I did too...it felt nice..."

The memory of the raw intimacy, the total acceptance of each other, in that moment had bonded them and opened them sexually. And now he began stroking himself on her aunt's sofa as he relived it all. Lowering the covers, and his sweatpants to mid-thigh, he lay there in full view if either woman came out of the bedroom. The thought of being discovered made him even hornier -- Pam loved watching her lovers masturbate -- and he worked himself until he gasped and came hard in spurts of thick white cream that landed on his stomach and flowed from the head of his cock, down the pulsing shaft and over his hand. 

The release was as intense as it had been in his memory. He lay for several minutes, breathing hard, his heart racing, then quickly rose and made it into the bathroom where he hastily cleaned himself. The light was still on in Pamela's aunt's room as he quietly returned to the sofa and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

He awoke at seven to find both women in the kitchen, still wearing their nightgowns.

"What would you like for breakfast?" Pamela's aunt asked. 

"Whatever you got," he said, "as long as there's coffee."

Pamela smiled at him, and when her aunt turned her back, she touched his cheek. "Sleep okay?" she asked.

"I had interesting dreams," he said with a wink. While Pamela and her aunt busied themselves getting breakfast ready, he went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, stripped, fired up the shower and got in feeling a mix of horniness, frustration and longing. Seeing Pamela again had certainly stirred his heart as well as his desire, but it was clear they would have no time, no place, to do any of the things they had been talking about for so long. He lingered in the hot water, trying to refocus himself on the workday ahead but was having some difficulty. Stepping out into the steamy bathroom, he toweled off, used a washrag to wipe the mist off the mirror and then took up his disposable razor. While he was shaving, still naked, there was a soft tap on the door.

"It's me."

He opened the door just a crack.

"Can I come in? She's gone to get bagels..." 

Pamela was wearing a long blue nightgown with lace around the neck and her hair was tied back. She appraised him with a smile, her eyes drifting down to his cock, which immediately began to swell. "You look nice..." she said softly.

"So do you," he said, kissing her forehead.

Not sure what to do, he turned back toward the sink to finish shaving and she came up behind him, pressing herself against him, kissing his neck, her hand softly grasping his penis, which quickly grew fully hard. "Mmmm," she purred, their gazes meeting in the mirror as her other hand caressed his chest, his stomach, his balls as she stroked his erection. The sensation was beyond good. "I want to suck you," she whispered. "I've thought about it for so long...last night was hell just thinking about it...I couldn't sleep..."

"That makes both of us," he said, turning to her and thrilling to the look of lust in her eyes as she gazed again at his cock. 

As their eyes met, she pulled her nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor, standing before him nude. He feasted his eyes on her familiar triangle of lush, soft, curly auburn pubic hair and the swollen hood of her excited clit. Her breasts were stunning, as full and shapely as he remembered them, but they had sagged in such a way that the slope elevated her big pink nipples. He felt almost dizzy with desire.

In each other's arms, they kissed passionately, their hands roaming almost furiously over each other. She gasped as he kissed her neck and descended to lick and suck her nipples, his right hand cupping her warm cunt, feeling her wetness, listening to her moan. As he made love to each breast in turn, he slid two fingers into her, feeling the swollen ridges underneath her pubic mound. Here was her trigger, and she moaned loudly and he worked at them.

When he sensed she was about to come, he dropped to his knees and nuzzled her soft, moist pubic hair. She'd placed a drop of perfume in it, but the scent of her pussy was apparent, too, and he hungrily licked at her swollen pink clit and lips. "We don't have much time," she said as she leaned back against the counter, spread her legs and took his head in both hands, guiding his face into her sweet pussy. He pressed his tongue into her tangy, slickness and slowly licked. To her sounds of pleasure, he sucked the nub of her clit, kissed her mound, the insides of her thighs, the curves of her hips, all in a frenzy of lust. Sex after going so long without it was beyond fabulous. He kept pleasuring her as she thrust her pelvis against his face and kept moaning. He'd made her come this way so many times and he knew the spots to seek. Sliding his tongue deep into her pussy, he felt her shudder and twitch. Her warm, plump thighs squeezed the sides of his face as he licked until she cried out and her tangy thick juices flowed into his mouth and down his chin.

He was still gently kissing her warm, open flower when she lifted herself onto the counter so she was sitting, spread her legs again and said, "Fuck me...I want to feel you inside me..." 

He stood unsteadily and she drew him to her by his hips. Again, they kissed, their tongues madly playing as he felt her hand take his throbbing cock and guide it into her, her warmth engulfing him in pure ecstasy. They kept kissing, their arms around each other's neck as he slid in and out, her breath quickening. He increased the pace, pumping hard, just the way she liked it. As her sounds brought him closer and closer to release, he leaned away from her and they both gazed down. The sight of his cock in her cunt had always thrilled them. Blessed with the ability to reach orgasm easily and often, she came now, moaning "Ohhhh..." pulling him hard into her and grinding hard on his cock as she bit his neck, her hands clenching his ass, her whimpers of pleasure in his ear. 

He was about to let himself go when she suddenly grasped his hips and pushed him out of her. He looked at her, puzzled, but she touched his nose with her finger and slid off the sink. Turning around, she bent over and offered him her round, firm ass. 

"Go ahead. I know you want it," she said. "So do I..."

Dropping to his knees on the mat by the sink, his heart pounded as he caressed and kissed her luscious rear, eagerly spreading her cheeks. Her anus was as he'd remembered it, her dark circle so erotic and inviting. She hadn't showered since the previous morning and was fantastically pungent, her musky scent bringing on the urge to come. Hungrily, he ran his tongue across every inch of her valley, over and around her anus, as in a repeat of the pervious night's reverie, and there was her delicious, earthy bitterness, the slick, salty warmth he'd remembered and fantasized about for so long.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, pushing her ass into his face. Grasping her cheeks with both hands and pulling them wider, he extended his tongue into her pucker and carefully explored the firm smoothness of her opening. She let him feverishly lick and suck and extend his tongue so deeply into her asshole that his jawed ached. "God, you're so good at that..."

"Your ass tastes so good," he sighed, and with amazing quickness, she came again, leaving more of her honey on his chin as her anus clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, on his extended, hungry tongue. When her release passed, he lovingly kissed her asshole, wanting to stay longer.

"Quick...before she comes back...fuck me..."

He stumbled to his feet again, his head swimming. With trembling hands, he parted her cheeks and rubbed his cock between them, then pressed the head against her gorgeous dark asshole. Still slick with his saliva, it admitted him easily and he entered her slowly, gradually, fully, just as he had in his memory. Her moans brought him so close to coming it was agony, but he wanted this to last just a little longer, even if they were to hear the front door of the apartment open.

"Oh yeah, baby," she sighed as he kissed her neck, nibbled her ear, and gently moved so tjat each stroke took him halfway out and then fully inside her. "You feel so good...."

"Mmmm, so do you," he said, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror. 

"I always loved it with you..." she said, her expression one of pure lust. "You make my ass feel so good..."

He withdrew almost all the way, then began a series of short, quick gentle thrusts that met with affirming moans. Looking down, he watched his cock in her sexy, welcoming anus, again marveling at her ability to take something so thick and hard in a place so tight. Her ass was utterly gorgeous and so was her face in the mirror, her eyes half closed in ecstasy. 




The Visit



I rang the doorbell. She opened the door to me and I walked in. She was wearing a white silk robe tied loosely around her waist. Her long red hair was tied up and the ends slightly damp from her recent bath.

She took my hand and led me into the lounge. It was lit only by a handful of candles placed around the room. She had the most beautiful eyes and she stared deep into mine. 

With my hands on her waist I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips, she responded and our kiss became firmer, our tongues meeting and playfully teasing each other's. I felt her hands start to unbutton my shirt and then her fingers running down my chest. Her touch was like electricity and a hint of what pleasure was yet to come.

I helped her discard my shirt onto the floor and before I could get close to undoing her robe she was unfastening my belt and unbuttoning my jeans. In one quick movement she dropped to her knees, pulling down my jeans and boxers, removing them along with my socks. She stood up and I was naked in front of her. 

My cock was already hardening as she moved close and we continued to kiss. My lips moved to her neck which was so soft and the perfume she wore aroused me even more. She stepped back slightly and whispered "wait". 

She smiled playfully at me and then undid her robe allowing it to slide off her silky smooth skin and drop to the floor. 

"I want us to watch each other play." she said, and stepped back , sitting down at one end of the sofa. 

"Sit there." she said, indicating the other end of the sofa. I didn't need any persuasion and by now I was fully aroused. We both sat back facing each other. 

Her body was so perfect. I could see that her usually small nipples were now red and swollen and she squeezed them gently. Her legs were slightly apart and as she moved her hand downwards she gently parted her pussy lips to show that she was as turned on as me as the wetness transferred to her fingers. She kept eye contact with me the whole time, making the experience even more sensual.

As she started to use her fingers to reveal her clitoris and to play with herself, her eyes dropped down to look at my cock. I was so hard. 

The moist clear pre-cum emerged from the tip and I licked my thumb and fingers and started to use the moistness to rub around the tip of my cock. Our eyes met again as we continued to pleasure ourselves for each other. It felt divine and I had to fight the urge to move over and touch her.

By now her pussy lips were looking red and wet and her breathing was faster, as was mine. Our eyes devoured each other's bodies while we touched ourselves. I could feel myself getting more excited and I think she could tell. 

"Stop" she whispered. "I want you to taste me".

I didn't need telling twice. I moved offer the sofa and knelt at the edge where she was sitting. She had turned to face me, her legs wide open. She used her fingers to pull her pussy lips open wide. I moved my head forward and closed my eyes and my tongue made contact with her beautiful wet pussy. My tongue teased her clit, gently flicking and licking it. I could feel her body respond and her gentle moans spurred me on. 

I gently penetrated her with my tongue as far as I could, swallowing her warm juice which seeped into my mouth. My tongue returned to her clit and as I pleasured her I gently slipped two fingers inside her. This made her moan louder so I began to gently finger-fuck her.

Her moaning became louder and I could feel her grinding herself against my face. My fingers were moving in and out faster and faster while her juices enveloped my tongue and trickled down my chin. She grabbed my hair as an almighty orgasm erupted from her body. As she cried out I felt her pussy quiver in delight as the incredible climax rushed from her.

I gently teased her clit as I moved my fingers and face away, watching her tremble with it's sensitivity but, allowing her to draw breath. I got back up on the sofa and kissed her. She was calmer now, but it seemed was not finished with me. She pushed me backwards smiling. Kneeling on the sofa between my legs she leaned forwards and it was now my turn to shudder with pleasure as I felt her kisses on the tops of my thighs. 

She moved further up and her tongue started to gently lick my balls, sucking one at a time and then her lips moved to the base of my still hard cock. I could feel her tongue slowly gliding up the underside of my penis until she reached the head. Her mouth enclosed around it and she gently sucked, before moving downwards taking the whole thing into her mouth. The feeling was exquisite. Her hand toyed with my balls as she continued to suck me, much firmer and with quickening rhythm.

I watched her and she looked up at me offering a cheeky smile before continuing to pleasure me. But I didn't want to finish yet and I knew if she carried on like this holding back would be too much. 

"Let me fuck you" I gasped. 

She released my cock from her lips and grasp and took my hand. We moved to the floor. I lay down and she sat astride me, squatting on her feet. I felt her take my cock and guide it to her still wet pussy. She rubbed the tip of my penis against her lips, teasing me, before slowly lowering herself down. I slid in deep, her natural lubrication causing an effortless journey. 

With my cock buried deep inside her, she leaned forward and we kissed passionately. She sat up and using my hands to help her balance she began to move up and down on me. The feeling of her wet hole on my cock was incredible. Every few thrusts she'd sit down and grind herself on me, sliding back and forth. My hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and playing with her erect nipples. We both were breathing heavily, so aroused and lost in the pleasure. Again I could feel the urge to reach the point of no return but wanted more of her. She must have known and gently climbed off me. 

She stood up and moved to the sofa, bending over and parting her legs slightly. I got up and moved behind her. This time it was my turn to tease her as I used the tip of my cock to rub her clit. But I couldn't resist the urge for long and eased my cock back inside her. She let out a little moan as my full length went deep. With my hands on her waist I started to fuck her. Slowly at first, then faster until we were both making noises of excitement. 

My right hand moved around her front, finding her clitoris and I began to rub whilst I continued to fuck her harder and faster. She was now moaning loudly. The intense feelings were coming back and I knew this time I couldn't hold off much longer. 

"I'm going to cum" I managed to shout. 

With that she freed herself from me and turned around on the sofa. He legs were wide open as she positioned herself on the edge of the cushion. 

"Put it here" she said, grabbing my cock and moving it towards her soaking wet vagina. She began to rub the tip of it against her clit again. In firm circular motions, she firmly gripped the tip of my penis. I could feel my climax approaching and she began to move me faster, whilst grinding her clit against. Our moaning increased in volume and I could not delay any more. My orgasm arrived sending my senses flying in all directions. The joyous feeling as I squirted a jet of creamy cum from my cock was heavenly. I continued pumping it out of me as it drenched her pussy and belly. And with that her own orgasm arrived too, she continued to rub my cock against her sperm soaked pussy lips and clit as she cried out and shook in an orgasmic frenzy. 

My knees went weak and I half collapsed onto her before sliding down next to her. Her eyes were closed in the last moments of her ecstasy. She turned to look at me and smiled while she regained her breath. I did the same. We lay together on the sofa, side by side, I held her in my arms as our bodies started the journey to recovery.

"Ok" she said, her eyes still closed. "What's next?"



The Visit



I thought of her during those times of stress and not being able to sleep. Images of the "greener side" is always better and more erotic.

We sparred in our plans- she would leave a message, I would leave a message- we always seemed to miss each other.

Finally an opportunity showed itself.

She had off on Mondays, and the next Monday would be it.

I drank Pineapple juice by the gallons, took my vitamins, shaved, got great amounts of sleep, and cleaned the house in preparation.

She was due at 10:00 am, and by 9:30 am, I was ready- buff, clean, and nervously awaiting her arrival.

At 10:10 am, her car drove up the driveway, and I stepped back from the window as she came into view. 

The clicking of her heels on the concrete of the walkway was almost deafening. Then a brief silence, then the doorbell.

I made sure of my "look" in the mirror, took one last look around the place, then opened the door.

She looked absolutely delicious, standing there in a thin white blouse, tight short PVC skirt and 5" heels.

"Hey Spike!" she smiled.

I led her into the kitchen and through to the home theatre room.

Ever the host, I offered, "Have a seat- new couch."

As we sat down, I grabbed the controller and activated the system, displaying A Bug's Life on the screen. She gasped.

"Incredible picture- it's like a photograph!" she exclaimed.

"Thought you'd be impressed," I said proudly.

"And just think of how pornos look!"

"Hmm," she mumbled, shifting her legs, rustling the vinyl of her skirt- "I'd like to see that!"

"Really?" I asked, almost incredulous.

"Yea- most of the time, it's boring, but with this system, it might be fun!" she said defiantly.

I choose "Deviant" and loaded the tape into the VCR.

After a couple of seconds of black, the screen comes alive with a preview pitching a 900 number with a blonde sucking and slobbering all over a big black cock. The close-up of the saliva dribbling down the side of the shaft seemed 3 feet high.

"WOW!- now THAT'S a picture!" she giggled, still shifting around.

What was on the screen, Phaedra sitting on my couch, and my growing hard cock conspired to make my head swim.

With the system playing the incredibly hot scene before us, I knew I had to make my move.

"I have been dying to see something," I stammered.

"What?" she quizzed.

I leaned over and kissed her lightly at first, then plunged my tongue into her mouth. She responded likewise, and we became entangled in a tight embrace. As I messaged her tight, smooth ass, her hand moved to the inside of my thigh and slowly stroked the length of my throbbing cock through my pants.

Slowly, I moved my hand underneath her skirt to find she was not wearing any panties and her pussy was absolutely dripping. I inserted 2 fingers, slowly pushing in and out of her with noticeable squishing noises.

Pulling away from the kiss, I whispered: "We'd better go upstairs- this can get messy".

Grabbing her hand, I helped her to her feet, and led up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"I've got something I want you to try on- not to say that the skirt you have on does not turn me on, but I've got something else," I said as I went into the closet.

"You interested?" I asked, forgetting to ask her before-hand.

"Sure!" she giggled.

She bent over, stretching her skirt and accentuating her ass.

"I need you to help me unzip," she says coyly.

I reached over and started to unzip the skirt as she wiggled teasingly and kicked off her heels.

"Stop that you!" I kid her- "I might have to discipline you if you cannot calm down."

"Oooh!- you know I like that!" she said.

She stood in front of me, completely naked, holding and cooing over the feeling of the smooth, red, shiny latex pants I gave her.

"First you need to put powder on your body so the latex slides easily and make sure you do not pull tightly and watch your nails and sharp objects." I lecture.

I help her apply the powder, smoothing it all over her waist, thighs and legs.

As soon as she was thinly covered in powder, She grabbed the pants, and while opening the waistline, slid her legs inside, first the right one, then the left. She had to lay down on the bed to wriggle into the rest of it to be able to pull up the zipper, but she did.

She stood up and smoothed down the material along each leg with both hands and put on her heels.

"Oh my God- this is incredible! I wish I had tried this on before!" she proclaimed with a big smile on her face, still stepping into her footwear.

"But that's not the whole thing" I interrupted, while stepping up to her.

I pulled her to me, and kissed her deeply, reaching around her waist and in between her legs.

I could feel all the parts of her neatly trimmed pussy through the smooth latex- from the little wisps of hair and outer pussy lips, to the heat of her wetness and super-hard clit. It was at her clit that I decided to play. The squeaky friction of my finger creating a stutter-like vibration which caused her to shutter.

"Oh that's incredible!- don't stop!" I kept messaging her pussy and clit through the pants, holding her up all the while as her knees started to buckle.

"I'm coming!" she exclaimed, shuttering more and more.

She gasped for air, her eyes closed, and suddenly, as if I could feel the actual wetness, her crotch got very hot. She started grinding her legs together like when a child has to go to the bathroom.

"One good deed deserves another" she says slyly.

Bending over, she unzipped my pants and reached in for my now overly hard and pre-cum dripping cock.

By this time, she was on her knees, and instantly engulfed the head in her wet mouth. Slowly messaging my balls as she encircled the head and shaft with her tongue, she slid the whole length into her mouth.

She started a semi-fast sucking, bobbing up and down, in unison with her hand, making slurping and suckling noises. It didn't take long for me to feel the tensing of my impending orgasm. Instinctively I grabbed her head and held it into my crotch as I viewed the scene: On her knees, stretching the tight, shiny red latex, high-heels, bobbing up and down on my cock. Finally, I couldn't hold out anymore and saw stars. By the time I came to my senses, Phaedra was almost choking with the amount of cum I was releasing. At the end, she was completely covered with my sperm. It was all over her mouth and face, dripping down her tits and slicking up the latex.

"Thank you- THAT was phenomenal!" I said.

"I've always wanted to see what you had, and, oh boy do you have!" she smiled, wiping the cum from her face.

"You interested in the next phase?" I asked.

"I can't wait to feel this inside me!- Fuck me already!" she insisted.

Grabbing one ankle, I unzipped the double zipper between her legs, below her waist, and slowly pulled the tab down.

There was so much pussy juice, that the second the zipper separated, it flowed freely onto my hand.

"Oh my- you are sure ready!" I noticed.

"Fuck me!" she moaned, the light glistening off her sopping slit and now shiny crotch area of the latex.

Slowly rubbing the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips, coating the soft tip liberally with her slickness, I slowly, and firmly penetrated her.

"Oooooooohh!" she groaned as I slid my length completely inside.

The second I was completely buried, I felt the incredible sensation of heavenly warm wetness of an excited pussy, mixed with the warm smooth feeling of her crotch, ass, and legs covered in second-skin latex.

Honestly, it didn't take me long.

After about 5 minutes of mixed hard pumps, and slow grinds, I felt the need to explode- Phaedra felt it too, and before I knew it, we were both cumming at the same time.

We just lay there in the after glow, rubbing our bodies against each other.

"Phaedra, you HAVE to visit more often!"



The Visit



Coming Home - 2009

Just a little background. Patti is my ex-wife. She and I lost our virginity to each other. We have remained very close even though our divorce became final in 1999.

Patti came back to Washington state to visit family and friends. 

We had been communicating via email and instant messenger, and talked about trying to get together for at least a day, maybe more, while she was in town. Patti stayed with her aunt Karen, out in Orting. She rented a car so she could get around without relying on others.

Our original plan was to rent a Hotel room for a night so we could spend some quality time together without worrying about interruptions. That plan went out the window quickly as her friends and family put great demands on her to spend time with all of them.

After she arrived in town, she picked me up on my way home from work. She was waiting for me at the Auburn Sounder Train station. Even though I hadn't seen her in a few years, when I saw her, it was like she had only been away on vacation and was coming home to me!

We embraced and kissed. I didn't want to let go. We didn't have much time that afternoon, as she had to meet family for a function. 

Patti drove us to the back parking area of the Regal Auburn Stadium 17 theaters. For those unfamiliar with this area, it is at the rear exit doors to the theaters. It is very dark, with only a couple of street lights to illuminate the area. The theater's back doors open up right to the area where we were parked.

As soon as the car was in Park, we were all over each other. We were kissing and making out just like a couple of teenagers. I had barely managed to sneak a feel of her right tit, when the back of the passenger seat I was in laid back flat. Patti grinned and pushed me back until I was laying flat on the seat. She reached for my belt and unbuckled it, She then unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them to give her access to her favorite toy, my cock. 

She massaged my cock and cupped my balls. The sensation was fantastic. I immediately was transported back to the days when we were still together. I reached up and pulled her blouse out from the waist of her jeans, and unbuttoned it. I then lifted her bra over her breasts exposing the two most perfect tits I have ever seen, in person or even online. They were hefty and her nipples were perfect. They were hard, and about the size of a thimble. I pinched the nipple closest to me. I rolled it around between my fingers and thumb. I then put my fingers in my mouth, got them very wet and returned to massaging the nipple, getting it wet with saliva. I remember this from when we were together, I blew cool air across her nipple. I watched it grow even harder, and I heard Patti shudder...it seemed to go straight from her nipple directly to her CLIT.

While I continued playing with her tits, Patti shifted her full attention to my cock. She slowly licked the head, circling it with her wonderful tongue. After a few moments of this bliss, I suddenly felt my entire penis being engulfed by her warm, wet mouth, all the while her tongue caressed the vein on the back of my dick.

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Normally, when I am receiving a blow job, I can last forever and a day, but tonight, Patti seemed hell-bent on getting a mouthful of cum and she didn't want to wait. She increased her pace, quickly taking my cock in and out of her mouth, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I felt the feeling we guys know all too well, when the orgasm begins to build in our balls. It felt like someone was cranking a turbine and was about to release a bolt of lightning in my cock.

Suddenly, one of the doors at the back of the theater opened, and a bunch of people started exiting the theater. We were about 6-8 feet, at the most, away from the sidewalk. The ecstasy I was feeling from the unbelievable blowjob Patti was giving me, with the possibility of getting caught, pushed me over the edge, and I began to unload what felt like the biggest orgasm of my life.... Patti had a hard time with the copius amount of cum being shot into her mouth, but damned if she didn't swallow it all, not spilling a single drop. After the spasms ended, and cum stopped flowing, she slowly cleaned my cock with her tongue, savoring every last bit of my juice. She sat up, and gave me the biggest smile.

I wanted to return the favor, but Patti said "not tonight". I put myself back together, and we drove back to where my Suburban was parked at the Train station. We hugged and kissed, and of course, I fondled her tits, ass and even fingered her sopping wet cunt for a couple minutes. She was so HOT and wet. I removed my hand, brought it to my nose, smelled her intoxicating aroma and then licked my fingers clean. GOD she tasted SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We kissed goodnight. Said our goodbyes, our 'I love you's," knowing that we would see each other again the next morning.

I slept like a baby and had very good dreams that night. 

The end.



The Visit



My very helpful editor was bgmisfun. All characters are over eighteen as is clear in the story.

My eyes were glued to the computer screen anxiously. The email was open, my fingers ready to reply, but the awkwardness would not let me begin.

"Dear Kevin", no...That was too close, I should maintain my distance even through the coldness of the internet.

"Hello Kevin (that was better), I got your email and of course we should meet while you are in Berlin..." I can pick you up from the airport and accompany you to your hotel and maybe have hot sex there before going out for a beer. God, I needed to keep this very short if I wanted to sound casual.

"...I'll meet you for a beer near your hotel tomorrow night. See you then. Sara."

Perfect. That was casual, just me doing my duty as expected. I had been living in Berlin for a couple of years now, studying and working a part time job at a supermarket. I hadn't thought about Kevin for ages, but as usual that did not stop the heat from enveloping my body as his image came into my mind now.

Kevin was a friend of my father's and I had spent some summers in family holidays with him and his family when I was a teenager. I don't remember the first time I saw him.

When I was fourteen, I was very introverted and did not care much for new people. I still looked very young, and I saw no reason he should pay any attention to me. Yet somehow he caught my attention, with his jokes and interesting conversation. He had a great smile and clever eyes, which drew me in at every occasion.

Every year our families would travel together, in Italy, Greece, Austria, and the Mediterranean Islands. Every year I would fantasise about him. I would spend an entire year without seeing him, but the moment he appeared and greeted me with two kisses I would melt, my heart beating faster.

But I grew up, and stopped taking part in these family holidays. Stopped seeing him completely. Different countries, different worlds, different lives. And here he was now. I had not seen him in six years. I was older, and so was he. But my mind was the same apparently. Just thinking about him made me want to touch myself.

This was so stupid and pointless. As if he felt the same! As if an older man with a wife and kids would ever have noticed me. I would just do my duty, go have a drink and make small talk and that would be it. He could tell my father how hospitable I was and my father would approve. I just had to get through one probably boring night with Kevin and I would go back to my normal life.

***

Ok, maybe it would be a bit more difficult than that. I had a hard time deciding what to wear to meet him. I tried a couple of dresses, but didn't want to look too well dressed. How did I want him to see me? I ended up choosing one of my favourite black dresses, not too revealing, but I liked how its hem danced against my knees when I moved. I felt safe and still pretty wearing it.

Now I waited in the hotel lobby, my imagination spinning out of control. Everything around me seemed to make me hot. A jazz song playing somewhere in the background, the soft lobby lights, every aspect of the environment conspiring to make me dizzy.

I always had a hard time controlling my thoughts, especially my dirty thoughts. I saw a million scenarios where we ended up fucking, his eyes filled with desire, his big hands touching me everywhere. Stop! Just small talk. He doesn't want anything. Remember that and everything will be fine.

And there he was. A charming smile on his face, deep brown eyes fixed on me. There were many new wrinkles around them. His hair was also greyer than I remembered, but he still towered over me. I couldn't believe looking at him that he was already over fifty. He looked fitter too.

"Hello, Sara. It's so nice to see you after all this time." He put a hand on my shoulder and kissed my cheeks. I hoped he didn't notice how hot they were. "Hello! Nice to see you too. How are Monica and the girls?" Why wasn't he taking the hand from my shoulder? He just left it there, squeezing a bit. It felt like an hour went by. I kept making small talk, asking about his family and he answered, but his hand didn't leave my shoulder. I was burning inside, imagining where else those strong fingers could be placed. I suddenly wished he would just go away and stop getting me so hot. That thought made me strong enough to suggest we go look for a bar, and finally he let go.

The rest of the night went by quickly, talking and drinking beer. I remembered how funny he was, talking about his country, but also interested in me and my life. We were sitting across from each other and his leg would occasionally bump against mine. Every little touch made me aware of how hot I still was. I wanted desperately to get home and have some time to take care of the heat building between my legs. But it seemed like he wanted to have another beer, and another, and a bit more conversation.

Suddenly he asked "And where do you live? I would like to see your apartment. I can't believe you are all grown up and living on your own. When I met you over 10 years ago you were always anxious to be older, remember? Asking everyone what it was like to be an adult. It was adorable. But you were always quite grown up somehow, it didn't even feel like you were a teenager."

"Really? That was exactly what I thought! I wanted to be taken seriously, but even after I turned eighteen I felt like everyone thought I was not interesting. Except you, of course." Oh no, I shouldn't have said that. I felt myself blush again and started playing with the hem of my dress. He smiled and had a sip of his beer.

I had a flashback to a night in Italy, when I was just eighteen, all of us going out for ice-cream. I see him clearly, asking if he could try mine and him just putting his tongue out, licking a chunk out of it slowly. I wanted to lick that place too, to put my tongue where his had been.

"So...maybe tomorrow afternoon I can come by and see your place, yes?" I came back to reality and found myself agreeing. I wrote the address on a napkin.

When I left him at his hotel and walked back to take the train home my head was a mess of memories. I saw us at a beach somewhere, saw him coming from the water and putting his cold, wet hands on my back to scare me. I screamed and shook him away, while he laughed. I quickly turned around, pretending to be angry and slapping at his hands. Every touch was burned into my brain as if it was yesterday. How his wet skin felt, his strong hands brushing my body. I was getting home and still the images haunted me. The last time I had seen him I was twenty-one.

We were all having lunch and his youngest daughter had crawled up to my lap. She was a cute little thing, always smiling and laughing. He was sitting next to me (he always seemed to be) and tried to take her from me to give her something to eat. As he did, his hand brushed between my thighs. It felt like it stayed there a long time, but that's probably just my imagination. I told myself that he didn't even notice. But I noticed.

I snapped myself out of it just before getting home. The minute I was through the door I stripped and went to my bedroom, feeling the cold air on my skin.

I saw my body in the mirror, small and white, shoulder length brown curls framing my face. My dark-brown eyes seemed even darker than usual, my lips red. My pink nipples on top of two small perky breasts looked very hard. They felt hard too. I closed my eyes and touched them. Electricity went through my body to the core of my desire. I lay on my bed and imagined Kevin's hands touching my skin, my wetness, driving me crazy. I fingered myself and came almost immediately. I fell asleep thinking of the next day, and how his visit would go.

***

"Wow, it is quite a big apartment. Do you live here alone?"

"I used to share it but I'm between roommates at the time. Plus the rent is very low, so it is still affordable on my own."

We were in the kitchen and I was preparing him a tea. I could feel his eyes on my back. The hairs on my neck were standing up. I told myself to relax and stop imagining things. When I turned around my eyes met his and I almost dropped the cup. Those eyes! It was like he could read my mind, see through me. And that he found my thoughts amusing.

I passed him his cup. Our fingers touched and again the electricity ran through me. I was slowly becoming too turned on to sit here and chat. I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

What could I do? I would just embarrass myself more, acting like a schoolgirl. I put my hands on the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. This is the time to be honest. I will just have to tell him what he does to me, acknowledge it openly. And then ask him to go. That way he would understand and maybe respect me enough not to tell my father. Or I could lie, make something up. That would also work.

He was now in the living room, sitting on the sofa, his tea in front of him on the coffee table. I looked at him, greying hair. How could he still have such an effect on me? Why did I still find him so incredibly attractive? He looked back and I forgot everything I was going to say. I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

"What is wrong?" He looked worried? Curious? I wasn't sure.

"I am not feeling well. I feel a bit dizzy. Maybe it would be better for you to go." The words slipped out of me but I couldn't say anything else. He looked confused now. He stood up. We still had the coffee table between us.

"Why, what is wrong, Sara?"

I tried to mutter something sensible but could think of nothing appropriate. I needed to think. Think, Sara quickly! Should I tell him the truth? Could I do it? No I could not.

"Do you need anything? Some water maybe?" I could honestly not think of any excuse. I was letting this situation get out of my control. How could I get out of this?

I took a step back closer to the wall. He didn't stop looking at me, waiting for an answer. Such intense brown eyes...

"I...I have to ask you to leave because..." The words just didn't want to come out. But I forced them out. There was no other way. "You have always turned me on. I'm sorry, I am not expecting anything from you, I know you are happily married and I am much younger than you. But I just can't stop thinking about you, about touching you, and you touching me. I have ever since I was a teenager. I know it is stupid and I should have gotten over it long ago, but it just doesn't stop." Did I just say that? Now it was out, I couldn't stop. He had to know all of it. I wanted to tell him. 

"I can remember every time you touched me, every single time. You probably didn't even notice any of it, but for me every touch was a flicker of fire igniting me inside. I wanted more. I dreamed of you so much it felt like a memory. I know it is all in my head, but it won't go away. It is just too difficult, being around you now, pretending that I am cool as a cucumber, when inside I feel like stripping and begging you to have sex with me." I stopped. Maybe I had gone too far. He looked very serious now. He was scorching me with a very intense look. Deep breaths, Sara, and get this over with.

"I thought, since we are both adults now, I should just tell you my predicament and ask you to be kind enough to leave. I don't want things to be awkward between us, I just think it would be best not to see you anymore." He stepped forwards. I stepped backwards and hit my back against the wall.

He wasn't saying anything. He wasn't going away either. Our eyes were locked together and we stayed for a moment in silence.

The next moment went by in slow motion. He started to approach me, never taking his eyes off mine. My breathing got ragged and I felt like my blood was on fire. My legs were shaking, my hands falling against the wall on either side of me. I tried to grab the wall forgetting it was not of a grabbable material.

He was suddenly very close, standing over me, so very close that I could smell him. It was intoxicating. He took my head in his hands and kissed me hard. My mouth opened for his and he sucked my tongue with impossible strength. His hands left my head and started trailing down my neck, shoulders, and breasts, settling at my waist and squeezing it. Our tongues were fighting a battle and his was winning. He pressed me against the wall and I felt his hardness. It drove me crazy.

I couldn't think, couldn't believe that this was really happening. I was under his control. I could do nothing but submit, and I wanted nothing else.

He pulled my clothes off me desperately. My green t-shirt was gone in a minute, exposing my bra covered breasts. He squeezed them, caressing, and tore the bra off of me. I could feel my nipples hardening under his strong touch. The jeans were also quickly out of the way and I was suddenly standing there only with my panties on. I was so wet I could feel them getting soaked. He kissed my jaw and neck and I thought I would pass out from so much wanting.

One of his hands was holding me tight; the other was playing with my left nipple. Then his hand started to trail down to my centre of desire and I gasped. His fingers were hot, strong and long. He slipped them quickly inside and then out, and started playing with my clit. He alternated fingering me with teasing my clit. I was coming close to orgasm already.

I wanted him inside me so badly, but could do nothing, say nothing. I opened my mouth, wanting to beg him to take me, but no sound came out. Suddenly, our lips meshed together and the intensity of it was incredible. I heard a zipper and my heart skipped a beat.

Then his hand left my panties. He separated from me for a second and just tore them off of me. I barely noticed. I saw his large, hard sex, and stopped breathing. In a heartbeat he was back against me, pulled my leg around his waist and I felt the tip brushing against my wet sex.

He looked into my eyes and kissed me at the same time that he pushed into me. It was amazing. He buried himself inside, his pelvis against mine. He started to do slow but hard strokes in and out. I was lost in a second. My body hardened and I put my arms around him, holding him tight as I came, my fingers digging into his skin.

I had never come so hard and fast in my life. And then he came. I heard him breathe deeper and held him even tighter. As I came down from the rush of my orgasm, I let my arms fall to my sides. His head was in the crook of my neck. I was sweaty and sticky all over. My legs were weak. I could hardly stand still.

He finally looked up and I realized he hadn't said a word after my embarrassing revelation. What was he thinking? He had a dazed but fierce look in his eyes. He slowly disentangled himself from my body. He was still dressed, with his pants and underwear around his ankles.

I was suddenly very afraid. I wished he would say something. Was he disappointed? Was he leaving now? He stepped back but I stayed against the wall, unable to move and break the dream. 

He let out his breath and smiled wickedly. He took his clothes off very slowly, never for a moment taking his eyes off me. I was being fucked again with that look. I couldn't believe it. And then he spoke.

"I have wanted to do that for so long. And now I want to lick every inch of your body and enjoy you until you ask me to stop. So let's move to the bedroom, shall we?"



The Visit



This is my first story. Hope you like it, feedback would be appreciated 




You hear "Shave and haircut two bits." tapped on your front door. You smile and lay back on the bed your arms above your head your legs 2 ft apart and your left leg raised bent at the knee. Wearing nothing but a smile, you know you look hot!!!

You see me in the doorway. With a smile on my face and a suitcase in my hand, I walk to the side of the bed, set down the suitcase and strip down to my boxers. Not a word has been spoken, I motion you to sit up and you pull yourself up till your back is against the headboard and your legs stretched out In front of you.

I pour the champagne you had placed on the night stand and hand you a glass. We interlock arms and take a drink. I sit up and you open your mouth to speak and I press to fingers to your lips to silence you so you lick my fingers and suck on the tips as you stare into my eyes. I pull my fingers away and reach down to open the suitcase, I see your trying to look into the suitcase, so I turn it around so it opens away from you. I pull out a container of big red strawberries and place it on the nightstand, next is a insulated container and when I open it you see its melted chocolate and a Mmmm escapes your lips. You smile and give me a wink.

I dip a strawberry in the chocolate and raise it your lips hesitating for a moment to watch some of the chocolate to drip onto your breast and nipple, and then rubbing the fruit against your lips. I watched your tongue swirl around the strawberry, licking at the chocolate, your lips puckering as if to kiss it. Instead you suck it into your mouth, your lips yielding to the sweet fruit. You look so Fucking Hot!!!

We feed each other the chocolate strawberries and drink the champagne, stopping only to kiss and lick the chocolate off our lips and your tits. As I feed you the last strawberry I lean forward and whisper in your ear "Do You Trust Me."

You take my face in your hands and stare into my eyes before nodding "Yes."

I tell you to lay down with your hands above your head. You watch me retrieve some restraints; I tie your hands together, then to the headboard. I place two pillows under your ass and tie each ankle to a corner, so you're fully exposed and totally at my mercy.

I kiss your lips gently, then I tell you the save word is "Redlight." say that and everything stops immediately. You smile and nod feeling a little more relaxed but anxious about what is in the suitcase. I pull out a long feather and tickle your nose, you giggle and wrinkle your nose and shake your head. I circle your breasts and flick your hard nipple eliciting a groan. I put the feather down and pick up a fur mitt and rub it on your comforter so as I bring it to your breasts the static electricity jolts your nipple and you squeal. When I cup your breast with the mitt and begin to massage them all I hear is Mmmmm!!!

Your eyes open wide when you see the next item is a blindfold, but allow me to put it on and your world becomes dark. You feel the feather on your inside knee running up your thigh leaving a trail of goose bumps. It tickles your inner thigh then stops. Next you feel It caressing your cheek down across your neck and between your breasts. For the next five minutes I tease you touching on your feet then on your belly. All over your body I tickle with the feather, you're breathing a little harder and your nipples are like erasers and I love the way you moan as I stroke them with the feather.

You Gasp as I run the feather the length of your slit and flick it across your slit, the tip of the feather is wet with your juice, I slide it back and forth across your lips and tell you to lick your lips. "Taste Yourself." You look so hot laying there licking your lips.

I stand there watching you while I'm rubbing the fur mitt on the bedspread. As I bring it near your breasts the static electricity discharges with a jolt to your nipple. You scream then moan as the fur incases your tit in its soft warmth running all over your body, you squirm as much as you can restrained as your. The soft fur is driving you crazy and I won't touch you where you want to be touched. 

You moan "Oh Yes" as I cup your cunny in my furry hand, Massage your cunny sliding a furry finger between your lips, grinding the matted fur into your clit. You buck your hips forward as if you want my whole furry hand up you. 

Instead I wipe you face with it and before you can stick out your tongue. My lips are on yours, I suck on your lips, kiss and lick your chin and cheek cleaning you off any trace of your cunny other than the sweet aroma of sex. You feel me lay atop you my hard cock trapped between our bellies, Our lips touch and part our tongues begin slow sensual dance that quickly becomes a frantic face sucking contest that I won by pinching your nipples causing you to squeal. I begin to kiss my way down your neck along your collarbone and down to your tits. I kiss ever smaller circles around your breast til my tongue is teasing your nipple. I suck as much as your tit into my mouth as I can and You hear "Shave and haircut two bits" tapped on your front door. You smile and lay back on the bed your arms above your head your legs 2 ft apart and your left leg raised bent at the knee. Wearing nothing but a smile, you know you look hot!!!

You see me in the doorway. With a smile on my face and a suitcase in my hand, I walk to the side of the bed, set down the suitcase and strip down to my boxers. Not a word has been spoken, I motion you to sit up and you pull yourself up till your back is against the headboard and your legs stretched out In front of you.

I pour the champagne you had placed on the night stand and hand you a glass. We interlock arms and take a drink. I sit up and you open your mouth to speak and I press to fingers to your lips to silence you so you lick my fingers and suck on the tips as you stare into my eyes. I pull my fingers away and reach down to open the suitcase, I see your trying to look into the suitcase, so I turn it around so it opens away from you. I pull out a container of big red strawberries and place it on the nightstand, next is a insulated container and when I open it you see its melted chocolate and a Mmmm escapes your lips. You smile and give me a wink.

I dip a strawberry in the chocolate and raise it your lips hesitating for a moment to watch some of the chocolate to drip onto your breast and nipple, and then rubbing the fruit against your lips. I watched your tongue swirl around the strawberry, licking at the chocolate, your lips puckering as if to kiss it. Instead you suck it into your mouth, your lips yielding to the sweet fruit. You look so Fucking Hot!!!

We feed each other the chocolate strawberries and drink the champagne, stopping only to kiss and lick the chocolate off our lips and your tits. As I feed you the last strawberry I lean forward and whisper in your ear "Do You Trust Me."

You take my face in your hands and stare into my eyes before nodding "Yes."

I tell you to lay down with your hands above your head. You watch me retrieve some restraints; I tie your hands together, then to the headboard. I place two pillows under your ass and tie each ankle to a corner, so your fully exposed and totally at my mercy.

I kiss your lips gently, then I tell you the save word is "Redlight." say that and everything stops immediately. You smile and nod feeling a little more relaxed but anxious about what is in the suitcase. I pull out a long feather and tickle your nose, you giggle and wrinkle your nose and shake your head. I circle your breasts and flick your hard nipple eliciting a groan. I put the feather down and pick up a fur mitt and rub it on your comforter so as I bring it to your breasts the static electricity jolts your nipple and you squeal. When I cup your breast with the mitt and begin to massage them all I hear is Mmmmm!!!

Your eyes open wide when you see the next item is a blindfold, but allow me to put it on and your world becomes dark. You feel the feather on your inside knee running up your thigh leaving a trail of goose bumps. It tickles your inner thigh then stops. Next you feel It caressing your cheek down across your neck and between your breasts. For the next five minutes I tease you touching on your feet then on your belly. All over your body I tickle with the feather, you're breathing a little harder and your nipples are like erasers and I love the way you moan as I stroke them with the feather.

You Gasp as I it run alongside your cunny, teasing you watching your womanhood opening like a beautiful flower enticing a pollinator with its beauty and fragrant nectar. I begin to tickle your anus with the feather then dip it into your wet slit and slide it up till it flicks across you clit. I wipe it across your lips you stick out your tongue and lick them clean

You look so hot laying there your nipples are rock hard your cunny glistening with your juice. I slip my hand into the mitt and begin to rub it on the bedspread while I kiss you. I break the kiss and as the mitt nears your breast the static electricity arcs like a mini lightning bolt to the tip of your nipple.

"Oh Fuck" you scream. Then MMmmmm as the soft warm fur encases your tit. You begin to purr as I run the fur all over your body leaving a trail of Goosebumps behind. You thrust your hips up and moan as I cup your cunny and you feel fur covered fingers spreading your lips and running the length of your gash and mash the wet matted fur onto your clit. I then wipe your mouth with the mitt and before you can stick out your tongue I plant my lips on yours and kiss lick and suck your lips clean. Kissing my way down your neck to your chest, I begin kissing circles around each tit ever decreasing until I capture your hard nipple into my mouth sucking on it hard, taking it between my teeth pulling and gently gnashing my teeth back and forth. Hearing you moan and groan has got my Cock so Hard I just want to ram it in and fuck you till I cum. That can wait 

My lips are sucking on one hard nipple while I roll the other between my thumb and forefinger. As I feel your pleasure building. I sit up and get off the bed.

"DON'T STOP." you cry 

Don't worry I reply. It's time for a new position, I say as I strap a cuff around each leg, just above the knee. I take the attached rope and pull your knees up and as far apart as they will go. Leaving you totally open and completely at my mercy.

You feel me climb on the end of the bed. You can hear me breathing, knowing I'm staring at you makes you shiver and your pussy gets wetter if that is actually possible. I run my fingernails down your thighs, and then I plant a kiss on your open cunny and bury my tongue in as deep as I can. I lean over you, our lips meet our mouths and tongues begin a duel. You feel my hard cock pressing against your cunny and you grind up against it. Your lips gripping my cock massaging it, AS IF trying to entice me into your hot wet hole

"FUCK ME PLEASE FUCK ME!" You cry. In due time my pet in due time, as I settle between your open thighs. I take a mouthful of hot mint tea from the thermos I had in my bag of tricks. You gasp and suck in your breath as the hot liquid gushes in and out of your pussy. Your hips thrust up as my lips and tongue attack your clit and two fingers are thrust up your pussy.

"OH YES OH GOD DON'T STOP." So of course I sit up leaving you panting and begging me to make you cum. You hear a slurping sound as if I am sucking on something.

"AAAUUGGGGGHHHHH!!! MOTHER OF GOD." you scream as ice cold lips wrap around your clit and an frozen glass dildo impales your pussy.

"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK." you pant the cold shocking your whole body, convulsions emanating out from your pussy. I pull my lips and the dildo from your cunny.

"What the fuck was that." you ask as your breathing slows

"FUUCCKKKK MMMMEEEEEEEEE." you shriek as hot liquid gushes into your cunny and I suck on your clit and jam two fingers up your cunny. I continue my assault on your cunny until I hear the two sexiest words a woman can say.

"I'M CUMMING."

I look and see your eyes roll back and your body stiffen, you open your mouth and no sound emerges as your body begins to shake as you feel, your losing touch with reality as waves of pleasure cascade over you. As you regain your senses I remove the mask and I'm above you staring into your eyes. As lean in to kiss you, the head of my hard cock brushes your pussy lips you moan. I push the head to your entrance; you look into my eyes and say "PLEASE." I ram my cock in balls deep, feeling your hot wet tight cunny grabbing my cock as I thrust in and out of you.

"HARDER FUCK ME HARDER JESUS CHRIST FUCK ME."

"TAKE MY COCK YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLUT." I bark

"YES YES FUCK ME LIKE THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT I AM, FUCK ME AND MAKE ME CUM." 

"C UM FOR ME I WANT TO FEEL YOU CUM ALL OVER MY COCK. " I groan as I brace my hands on the backs of your legs just below the knee and rise up on my toes for maximum leverage. I withdraw my cock until only the very tip is splitting your lips. Then ram it home, I begin to pound your pussy my pubic bone smashing your clit and my balls slapping your ass.

"OH GOD YESS FUCK ME, GIVE THAT FUCKING COCK, DON'T STOP, FUCK ME."

"AAAAUUUGGGHHHHH DON'T STOP."

"OH FUCCKKKK YESSSSSS!!! III'MMMM CUUUUMMMMIIIIING." You scream

I bury my hard cock in your cunny and hold it there as I feel your cunny contracting, squeezing, and drowning my cock in your juice. As I feel your body relax I withdraw my cock from your cunny and sit back. My hard cock waving proudly in front of me coated in your cunny juice.

"Did you cum." you ask, while staring at my bobbing cock. I shake my head no, Thank God, I may never have a Beautiful Hot Babe in this position ever again and I'm not done with you yet.

"I think it's time for you to suck some COCK."

I untie your legs and the drop heavily to the bed on each side of me and I kneel over you, my cock almost touching your lips

"YES." you cry and capture my cock in your mouth. Sliding your mouth forward, you suck as much as you can reach. You pull back until the rim of my circumcised cock head catches on your lips and you bath the head with your tongue, licking and sucking me clean of yourself. You love sucking cock, but sucking a cock that is covered in your juice from just having fucked you silly. Well that's just HEAVENLY.

You begin to suck with gusto now, bobbing your head up and down with your tongue licking me clean

"GODDAMN GIRL, YOU CAN SUCK COCK. THAT'S IT BABY SUCK THAT COCK." You feel my cock throbbing I your mouth and know it won't be long before I'm shooting my load down your throat so you increase your efforts, but I pull my cock from your mouth.

"AWWW I WANT YOU TO CUM IN MY MOUTH. I WANT TO TASTE YOUR CUM." you pout

"Position change." I say and roll you over and place two pillows under your hips poking it in the air. Quite deliciously I might add. You can feel my eyes on your ass.

"You have such a Beautiful ASS but far to White. I think it needs some Color."

You smile to yourself as you know what is going to happen and eagerly await it.

WHACK!!! My bare hand strikes your white cheek and a pink hand print appears. 

"That's the color I'm looking for." I exclaim and slap the other cheek.

"YES!!! SPANK ME, SPANK MY NAUGHTY ASS." you cry

"TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT YOU NAUGHTY SLUT, YOU SUCKED MY DIRTY COCK. THAT MAKES YOU A DIRTY LITTLE COCK SUCKER, A NAUGHTY LITTLE SLUT THAT NEEDS A GOOD SPANKING." 

I spread the blows around your ass turning it all a light pink. You turn your head to look at me 

"HARDER SPANK ME HARDER." I increase the intensity till your cheeks are a flaming Red and my palm is stinging. I grab a tube of cream from my bag of tricks and begin to massage it in, soothing your ass cheeks; you lay there moaning enjoying the sensation.

I lean forward and plant a kiss on your anus and work it over with my tongue as I slide to fingers in your cunny and fuck you while my tongue makes love to your rosebud. I curl my fingers to stroke your G spot until you cum harder than ever have. Wave after Wave of pleasure washes over body every nerve ending tingling. I pull my fingers from your cunny and push them against your asshole, massaging your tight puckered hole. You moan as I slip a finger in, then two and then a third stretching your asshole, preparing it for my cock. I pull my fingers from your ass and slide my cock half way in your ass before your sphincter has a chance to react to the invasion. Your ass grabs me tight and I stop the pressure till I feel you relax and then drive him balls deep

"FUCK WOMAN, YOUR ASS IS SO FUCKING TIGHT AND HOT." I cry as I start fucking you with long slow strokes 

"SO FUCKING GOOD. OH GOD, I'M NOT GOING TO LAST VERY LONG." I cry ass I want this to last as long as possible. Hearing that seems to have turned you into a woman possessed, you begin humping your ass back, meeting my thrusts doubling the impact of our bodies. Squeezing my cock with your ass muscles every time I bottom out and to top it off you beg for my cum.

"YEA BABY TAP THAT ASS, FUCK ME, USE ME, I WANT YOUR CUM, FILL ME WITH YOUR HOT SSED."

"TOO MUCH" I scream as I feel my balls tighten and as if they exploded out the end of my cock draining my life's blood from my very soul. I twitch and jerk with every shot until my body is completely drained. Collapsing on top of you, my cock softens and slips out of your ass. I roll onto my back gasping, as I get my breath back I reach up and untie you. Rolling on your back pulling me on top of you, are sweaty bodies easily sliding together.

Our lips meet in long passionate post-coital kiss. 

"Stand up." you tell me

"I can't." I reply

"Yes hurry right now." with a touch of desperation in your voice 

"Alright already." I mumble as I climb off you and stand beside the bed.

You jump up and tell me to follow you. Like I have any choice with your hand wrapped around my dick. 

You lead me to the shower and adjust the temp just right, but won't let me into the spray.

I look at you Quizzically as we stand holding one another, you capture my right leg between your thighs and rub your cunny against my thigh. 

My Eyes Open Wide as I feel you peeing onto my thigh as you grab my head and shove your tongue down my throat kissing me till you finish pissing down my leg.

"Just marking my claim." you say with a laugh as you pull me under the spray.

THE END



The Visit



This happened to me a few months ago, my parents want me to get married so they invited a potential groom and his family to our home so we could talk. This happens in India. A short introduction about me, I'm 23 and I live in Chennai. I live with my parents and relatives. It is a joint family. This is my first time writing a story...

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The morning before the groom and his family could arrive it was chaos in my house, everyone was running and screaming everywhere. The house being cleaned and made tidy, people sweeping scrubbing and washing. I woke up early to get to the parlour to get my body waxed and I also decided to get my pussy waxed in case I get some action. I was only going to marry this guy if we were sexually compatible. 

I reached home around noon and chose a light yellow sari, I draped it low around my waist making sure my navel could be seen. I wore a tight blouse which showed off my ample breasts and made them seem bigger... my blouse was too deep in the front and back, I didn't wear a bra because it was too hot, I didn't think anyone would notice. 

They arrived shortly and I saw the groom, he was tall and good looking. We saw each other and didn't look away, finally when I turned to go, I saw him looking me up and down, staring at my breasts. I adjusted my transparent sari so he could see it properly. They were invited in and made to sit... everyone was talking and I was made to serve them water. 

When I came to him, I made sure i bent down properly and pulled my sari down so he could see my breasts properly. I stayed there for a couple more second and saw him looking at them, my nipples became erect and was straining through my tight blouse, I saw his eyes widen. I was so turned on already...

After I served them I was sitting in front of him and his family, I could see his eyes fixed on my breasts, so I sat bending forward so he could get a better view.. by now I was imagining him resting his head on my lap and sucking my nipples..

I wanted him to duck his head under my sari, lift up my blouse, squeeze my breasts and suck them. I wanted him to bite my nipple till it was sore, lick it and keep sucking on them hard till I could scream in pain...and I would push my nipple into this mouth further and his tongue would lick it and he would nibble on my sore red nipples and bite them more and more.

My day dreaming was interrupted by my family. I was already wet. They wanted us to talk to each other alone, so I took him to the terrace. We went to the terrace and it was a hot day. We were standing in the shade, I bunched up my sari so he would see my navel and my boobs. While speaking I kept bending forward and touching my neck pretending to wipe my sweat. 

There was a gust of wind and i acted like something went into my eyes and I asked him to blow air into my eye. He came beside me and I sat closer to him, he blew some air into my eyes and asked if I was ok. I blinked and said its still in my eyes. I shifted my position so we were facing each other and I went closer so my breasts were touching his chest. I pressed my breasts into him and I could feel the bulge in his pants. He kept blowing air into my eye and I moved my sari down so my breasts were half exposed. I wanted him to squeeze them. While moving his hands he brushed my breasts and I moaned. We apologized. 

We were still facing each other and he pushed me against the wall. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them so hard while he started dry humping me. He pulled my blouse up and started licking and squeezing my boobs, he cupped my left breasts and started biting the nipple, i cursed him to bite hard. He kept biting and sucking for almost 10 minutes and i kept pushing my boob into this mouth. He pinched my right nipple and bite them, he pinched it so hard I whimpered in pain. I made him suck them till they were red. He sucked my nipples till it was sore.

Then he got on his knees and pushed my sari up and pulled my panty down. He didnt wait for anything, he started sucking my vagina. He drove his face into and pushed his tongue inside deep. I held his face down and he licked my coitus and bite it.I was beyond ecstasy. He kept sucking my vagina for another 10 minutes and we heard someone come, so we quickly cleaned up. He put my panty in his pocket and we went down.



The Visit



Hi everyone.

I'm coming to visit and I'm going to tell you just how much I need to fuck you and exactly how I'm going to fuck you.

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The Visit



I arrive at your address. I'm wearing a white button shirt, unbuttoned to my breasts and a black skirt with black heels.

You invite me in and we go into the kitchen where you offer me a drink. I request water. As I take a sip you move behind me, move my hair aside and start to kiss my neck. The sensation makes me place my glass down and I move my neck to allow more access to you. 

You turn me around and begin to kiss me. Soft lingering kisses, drawing me in, making me want more. You can hear my breathing deepening and feel my breasts rising as I take in your kisses and the feelings that are starting to rise within me. 

You start to undo my shirt, pulling it out of my skirt until completely unbuttoned. You resume kissing me, this time cupping my breasts, pulling away my bra until you can feel my nipples, moving them between your fingers my breathing and moans being the indications for how much pressure to apply. 

You move down and take one of my nipples in your mouth. You tease it with your tongue. Nipping and biting moving between each one, until I am making the noises that you want me to make. 

You come back to kissing me. This time your tongue is drawing me in . You heist my skirt up and are pleased to see I'm not wearing underwear. You continue to kiss me and move your hand to explore and feel. You feel I'm wet, and feel your own hardness throb. You kiss me hard and your fingers enter me. I'm wet. You know I'm waiting for you and wanting you as my body moves against your fingers that are moving inside of me. 

You move down my body, kissing as you go. Until your mouth is where you know I want it to be. You lick and suck, moving your fingers rapidly. I moan and you know I'm struggling to be upright as you hear my breathing and moans increase and intensify until I shake, cumming hard.

Before I have a chance to recover you've turned me around, bent me to the height you want me and entered me. Your hard and I gasp as you pump me hard, fucking me, holding me down and moving your hands to any areas and doing whatever you want to do to intensify your feeling. Your objective is just to fuck me, to release the hardness and pressure in you. You move against me harder and faster until your feeling intensifies. You do whatever your body needs to make you cum and you enjoy listening to my screams as your body locks into mine as you fill me. 

You take me by the hand and lead me upstairs. We go into the bathroom and you tell me to undress. I comply as you turn on the shower. You tell me to get in as you also undress and join me. Again you kiss me. I yelp as you push me into the cold shower wall, but you ignore me. Your kisses and the warm running water making me forget as i reciprocate your kisses and move my hands over your body. 

You squeeze shower gel onto me and rub it in. Continuing to kiss me, handling my breasts and rubbing your hands over my body. You move my legs apart and move your fingers until they again enter me. You move in and out hard and fast. You want me to feel this but you don't want me to cum. You just need me clean again. You turn off the shower and wrap me in a towel around my shoulders so my arms and shoulders remain bare. You wrap one around your own waist and lead me out the bathroom

We're in your room. I sit on the bed and you tell me to close my eyes. I oblige and within a few seconds I feel something over my eyes. I feel my pulse racing as I realise your blindfolding me. 

You tell me to move back and lie down. I do. You take each of my arms and tie them above me to the bedpost. You remove what remains of my towel. I'm aware my breasts are moving up and down as my breathing has again intensified. I know you're watching me, my senses are alert as I try and premeditate your movements. 

I feel you lay next to me. You start to stroke my face. I know you're watching me. The apprehension of your next move is making me squirm and pull against my restraints. You move forward and I feel your warm breath against my ear. You tell me, you're going to take me, slowly. You remind me I'm yours to do with what you like . You tell me it's going to be slow at first and then you're going to fuck me hard and I'm going to enjoy it. You tell me you are not going to let me cum until you're ready to let me. You kiss me. Your tongue exploring my mouth hard not letting me move. You take by breasts in your mouth and again use the hardness and firmness of your nibbles, squeezes and bites to make me make the sounds you want to hear. You tell me to open my legs to the distance you need them and you place your fingers inside me again, whilst you move yourself between my legs. You replace your fingers with your tongue as you move my legs around your shoulders. You remind me not to cum. I struggle as I'm so turned on it's hard. 

You know this, and move back up my body. Kissing me hard, not letting me breathe or think. I can feel your hardness against me and my body instinctively moving towards you, pressing against you as I yearn to have you inside of me. You know this and continue to kiss me hard, squeeze my breasts and nipples and press yourself against me. 

You raise yourself up, pulling my legs apart and up until I can feel your thighs on my legs. I know your sitting on your knees. You play with me, running your dick along my slit, feeling my wetness. You lightly dip in. I'm squirming against you and you knows it's because I want to feel more of you. You quickly push hard in, penetrating me deeply. I gasp and you do it again. Enjoying my reaction as i pull on my restraints. You lean against me. Kissing me as you gently move in and out. Your movements range from hard to soft dependent on how much noise you want from me. You tell me you're not going to cum yet and you move off me.

I can hear your breathing shallow and slow and I know that you are touching yourself. Stroking and preparing yourself until your hard enough for your next move. 

I hear you move near me and you tell me to open my mouth, I do and I feel you enter me. Your hard and you fill my mouth. You push lightly in to gage how much I can take. You move in and out slowly until you're sure. As your movements slow, I'm able to move more to suck you, to lick you, to nibble and bite. You let me, but need more. You hold my head and begin to fuck my mouth, hard. You turn and place your body over me, returning to enter my mouth again,

I feel my legs being brought up and feel an excitement rise as I realise you're going to take me in your mouth again. This makes me more hungry for you and I suck harder as you repay the sensation. My body is in ecstasy as my mouth is bring fucked by your dick and your tongue is also fucking me. 

I feel your body start to tense as my own builds up. I'm pulling at my restraints, the feeling is so intense. I can't concentrate as the feeling inside me is coming and my mouth is being fucked as I im hearing you yell. My own body enters into spasm and I let you go as my orgasm makes me cry out. But I can't release as you grab my hair hard and jerk hard into my mouth . I feel you cum hard, shouting as you pull down my head so I take you all in. 

You lay by me, whilst you compose stroking me. You untie me and we lay in silence stroking each other. 

I move down your body and you again become hard. I lick and nipple the head of your dick and use my teeth to apply pressure that makes you alert again. Once hard I move up your body and place myself over you. I ride you feeling your hardness against me as I move up and down. I watch your face as you watch me. I close my eyes but you tell me you want me to look at you. To stare in your eyes as I fuck you. You pull me against you kissing me hard, even harder than before as you grab my hips forcing me down on you. I move back and again move up and down faster this time. You turn me quickly onto the bed and pin me down, slamming into me, pumping harder and faster until you cum hard inside me. 

Were spent and lie with each other just taking in our heartbeats.



The Visit: A New Day



When I woke up in the morning, I needed to digest all that had happened the previous day. I had been aroused by my friend Trish's young son, gotten drunk and let my friend make love to me, and I had enjoyed it, even returning her kisses, sucking her succulent nipples. I made her cum wildly, when I took her with my mouth. 

It all felt surreal, I could barely believe that I did that with Trish, and that I had liked it. Another part of me longed to feel her tongue buried inside me again, to feel it brush against my clit, making waves of pleasure wash over me. I realized that I wanted to have her again, and it would be today. 

Another wild thought crossed my mind. Did Trish know that I had let her son Danny, and his friend, Eddie, fuck me into the morning? I was ambushed by the two, and had loved every minute of it. My body still felt the pressure of the two young bucks, they had been so wild, so hard, my pussy still swollen, reminding me of those two great cocks. I wondered with a tingle running through me, and a throb in my groin, whether I would fuck them again too. I hoped I would. 

I showered and dressed, just a pair of shorts and a button down shirt, tied at the waist, and went to the main house. I was nervous about how I would be received, and I felt shaky from my recent experiences. 

I entered to sounds and smells of breakfast being prepared. Fresh coffee tempted me, and drew me to the dining room. As I entered, I first saw Trish sitting at the table, a glass of orange juice in her hand. She smiled at me, waved her hand in front of her and drew my attention to the table. I sat down next to Trish, and she poured me a steaming cup.

I found that her slightest movements were making me feel weak. I could barely look at her, as I felt I would blush. I glanced sideways at her, she was still in her robe, a long silk one, that showed the curves of her body. As she sat back, I caught a glimpse of her robe slide and settle over her erect nipple. I must have licked my lips, because Trish said suddenly, "See something good enough to eat?" I must have turned a shade of purple, as I tried to shrug it off and look up at her. 

She was smiling a very sexy smile at me, and my body started to respond to her. Without speaking, I looked into her lovely eyes, and reached a hand out to touch the hard nipple there. I circled it with the tip of my finger, and I felt a faint tremble in Trish's body. 

Trish slowly reached across the table and moved a pot of strawberry jam in front of us. She dipped her finger into it, and then sucked the finger into her mouth. I saw the jam on her mouth, and wanted to lick it off. I placed my hands gently on her shoulders and pressed her back to the back of the chair. Spreading her robe open, I stuck a finger in the jam pot, and slowly spread it all over her nipples. I looked at her, licking my lips, and she moaned, already anticipating the sensations to come. 

Using my fingertips, I massaged the sticky, red stuff into her skin, teasing slowly, then lowered my mouth to her breast for a taste.

My tongue lapped at her, cleansing her of the sweet, strawberry jam, and making her moan softly. Trish held my head to her, and I sucked hard, and licked all around her breasts. Her body was so warm, it felt wonderful to lie against her and suckle her stiff nipples, squeezing her full breasts in my hands. 

I thought to the night before, when Trish had licked and sucked my pussy. I wanted her again, wanted her wet, pink tongue deep inside the folds of my cunt. I stood up in front of her, opening my shorts and sliding them down to my ankles. I stepped out of one leg, and sat back down. Again my fingers dipped into the sweet, red jam and I reclined in my chair, opening my legs to reveal my swollen pussy to her. I caressed the folds with my jam-coated fingertips and slid deeper inside, opening myself for her. 

Trish watched this with a very serious expression, her eyebrows knit together, as if she were concentrating on a very profound thought. I was slowly unbuttoning my shirt with one hand and moving the fingers of my other hand between my spread legs. 

I started to caress my nipples, now hard and standing at attention. She slowly knelt in front of me, and began to kiss my breasts, licking my nipples and sucking the hard points into her mouth and holding them there, suckling at me. She moved down further, caressing my stomach with her tongue, and I felt her tongue licking my arm moving closer to my fingers as they moved in between the outer lips of my pussy, pushing them out to let my clit raise it's head out of my soft folds of flesh.

Her tongue slid off my finger and onto my clit, making me moan softly and raise up a little off the chair. She began to lick me more intensely, I moved my now clean fingers away, letting her go to it. "Oh God, Trish, that feels so... ooh Trish!" 

I moaned and groaned and held her sweet head to my cunt. Trish's tongue never relented, only moved around my clit, over and under it, then speared my hole, and she was tongue-fucking me like a woman possessed, pressing her whole mouth over my pussy and sucking everything drop out of it. I could only lie back in the chair and give myself over to it. 

A noise brought me out of the sensual trance I was in, I was in the midst of an incredible orgasm, when Trish pulled away suddenly, and left me breathless, panting, lying back with my shorts around one ankle, and my shirt undone and hanging off my shoulders. I looked to the part of the room that now mesmerized Trish, she was standing there, clutching her robe closed, and had a look of horror on her beautiful face. 

It was Danny, he had entered the room, and was standing there with an open mouth. 

Eddie was right behind him, with a huge grin on his face. "Er...Mom...." Danny tried to speak, but I could see he was at a loss for words. I could also see a huge bulge in his jean shorts, and it appeared that behind him, Eddie was caressing the front of his own shorts, his hand inside the fly, and moving rapidly.

"Mom, don't worry about it, I could tell that you and Suzy were attracted to each other, and I'm not a little boy anymore, and there's nothing wrong with what you were doing." He began to relax, and was smiling. "You can see what it has done to me," Danny continued, caressing his big bulge slowly. 

"Danny," Trish exclaimed, "what do you think you're doing? This is very wrong ... stop that right now!" She sat down, and her eyes bulged when she saw Danny only grin wider, and approach us. 

Danny stopped in front of me, and roughly drew me up towards him. He kissed me so quickly and so hard that I didn't have time to protest, even if I wanted to. His tongue was inside my mouth, and I started to kiss him back. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Trish watching intently. Her hand started to move between her legs, covered by her thin robe.

Danny was caressing my body with his strong hands, and moving his tongue over my throat, and down to my breasts. One of his hands was creeping down towards my wet pussy, and I shivered, anticipating the touch of his big fingers. 

I felt hands on my shoulder, another pair of strong ones. I looked up to find Eddie standing over me, holding out his swollen cock. It was right over my face, and he was pumping it with a tight fist. I snaked my tongue out and wriggled it, teasing him. He started to let the fat head brush against the wet little tip, I already tasted a drop of precum forming on the slit at the tip of his cock. He groaned and pushed into my wet mouth, and I started to suck him hard, my lips forming a vacuum around him and my tongue swishing all around the wide shaft buried inside my mouth. 

As I sucked him, I followed his eyes to Trish, who was now openly massaging her pussy, her legs spread and her eyes on Eddie's cock in my mouth. I smiled around him, and released him, taking his cock in my hand and pointing it at Trish. 

As she crawled over to take Eddie, I felt a wet tongue start to caress my pussy. I looked down at Danny, he was spreading my legs apart with his hands, pushing my thighs wide open, and gently lapping at my now fattened clit. I moaned with the pleasure of his tongue, and watched Trish sucking Eddie's huge cock, her mouth stretched to the limit around him, while he plunged in and out, holding her head against him tightly. 

Trish's hand was still between her legs, and I reached down to help her. My fingers encountered a very moist, very hot cunt, and I slid two fingers into her. She began to fuck them immediately, her body sliding on and off them as her mouth slid back and forth on the cock in her mouth. 

I looked again to Danny, he was holding my legs open, and sucking my pussy. He knelt in front of me, letting go of one thigh, and jerked his big cock, pressing the head against my clit. The drops of precum moistened my slit even more, and he was sliding up and down in it. "Suzy, let me fuck you...I want your wet, hot pussy so bad," he said, hoarsely, his voice filled with lust. With that, he wedged the tip of his cockhead against my dripping slit, and with a thrust, was fully inside my hole. I felt stretched wide open, his cock pulling out and pushing back inside me, filling me to the brim with his giant dick. He was also watching his sweet Mother sucking Eddie off. Bucking into me, he started to chant, "suck it, Mom, suck that thick cock, you love it, you love that big cock."

Trish was going wild on Eddie, he was straining up into her mouth, crying out. "Trish, I'm gonna cum in your sweet mouth!" With that bubbles of cum began to spurt out of the corners of Trish's mouth, Eddie was filling her mouth with a load of his hot cum. 

Danny was pounding me with long, violent strokes, as we both watched Trish swallowing Eddie's load, his cock half in her mouth, her mouth coated with cum and still sucking and licking it. "Oh, Suzy, I gotta shoot it in you, oh, God, I'm filling your sweet, tight pussy up!" He pressed impossibly deeply inside me, and I felt his huge cock twitch and throb, filling me as promised. I could feel the deep spurts inside me, and started to cum on him, crying, "Danny, oh Danny, yes, give me your cum!"

He was panting over me, still inside my cum-filled pussy. I was panting and holding onto his shoulder, Trish and Eddie were kissing and caressing each other. I began to laugh, and we all looked at one another. Was this the start of something special?



The Visit - A True Student Story



Shelly had gone out with a good friend of mine for over a year, and their break-up was sudden and dramatic. To cut a long story short, they were both at a student party where Shelly – brunette, sex-kitten, and always a party girl – had ended up fucking a guy she had just met.

It wasn't as though she tried to be discreet about it either; one minute, she was sitting on the lounge, chatting and laughing with this stranger, the next minute they're all over each other. Then, taking his hand, she suddenly stands up and drags him up the hall to a random bedroom. 

They didn't even bother closing the door! After a few minutes, some of us who had been observing the rapid escalation of this love-play couldn't resist, and wandered up the hall to see if things had progressed. They had.

There was Shelly, sprawled on her back, blouse pushed up, the guy's mouth clamped over one breast, his hand kneading the other, her skirt up around her waist, long legs in the air, and this stranger's white bum bouncing up and down as his big wet cock slid in and out of her. You could hear his balls slapping against her bare arse with each stroke. She had her head arched back and was whimpering with pleasure. Her pretty face - eyes shut, mouth agape - told a story of pure lust. This girl loved to fuck.

I tried closing the door, but the others would have none of it. The love-birds themselves, if anything, seemed to be getting off on it. As word spread through the party, more people came to have a squiz. A couple of giggling girls with glasses of wine even squeezed past us into the room and stood at the foot of the bed staring, hands held to mouths in disbelief.

Shelly's (soon-to-be-ex-) boyfriend, who had been smoking joints out the back, walked into the room just in time to witness the guy's last few frantic lunges as, with a final deep push and a low groan, he shuddered and came, his buttocks clenching as he let go inside her.

Amid a scattering of spontaneous applause and cheers from the audience, I bundled my mate, the cuckold, out of the room and out of the party before he could do anyone, including himself, any harm. 

As it turned out, he wasn't that surprised, only angry with embarrassment. Seems this was just the last straw. It wasn't Shelly's first public infidelity, apparently – a female housemate had reportedly 'caught' her giving a blowjob to another (male) housemate of theirs at the breakfast table one morning a few months earlier. Far from making any excuses, Shelly had apparently offered the girl a turn at sucking the lucky guy's dick. She had politely declined and told my mate about it at the first opportunity.

Anyway, the party fuck effectively ended that relationship.

Fast-forward six months, and Shelly's now shacked up with the guy from the party. His name was Mike – not a bad bloke, actually. Bit of an arty type – goes into a spontaneous interpretive dance routine after a smoke or two. Anyway, they're living in a big shared place in town and, like me, they're staying in town during the semester break, when all the other students have gone home to Sydney or wherever.

I had gone over to hang out with them one evening and we'd had a few joints and a few glasses of wine and were feeling quite mellow. The old armchair I was sitting in was so enormous I was almost lying down, and combined with the sinuous music we were listening to – Roxy Music or some such – I had achieved an almost trancelike state. On the lounge opposite me my hosts were snuggling, as couples do. After a while, though, as I watched them they progressed to some serious necking. In an apparent re-enactment of their first encounter, they soon had their tongues down each other's throats and their hands wandering to more and more intimate parts of the others' anatomy. 

This was a bit different to the party, though, as I was alone in my voyeurism. Not quite sure where to look, I shifted uncomfortably and sipped my wine, slightly nervously. I was wondering if I should just go when, without warning, Shelly suddenly detached herself from her new boyfriend and, levelling a cheeky look at me as she stood, said 'Wanna have some fun..?'

Before I had time to gather my thoughts, she had crossed the floor and dropped to her knees between my legs. Leaning forward, she kissed me full on the mouth as her hands began tugging at my belt and undoing my fly. 

'Hang on. What's...?' It was hard to talk with Shelly's tongue in my mouth. The musky, mysterious smell of her sexy perfume filled my senses. I vaguely noted that I should remember to ask what it was. Once she got my jeans open, she sat up and started tugging them down. Still confused, I looked across to where Mike was still sitting, but he just met my gaze with stoned, red eyes and a knowing smile. With a wink, he leaned back and lit up a joint. 

Shelly's hot breath on my now exposed crotch brought my focus back to her. She had worked my jeans and undies down around my ankles and, with hands holding my thighs apart, was engaged in a close examination of my dormant package in its nest of hair.

Needless to say, the proximity of her cute face and her tickling breath on the hairs of my balls soon had my dick stirring. Taking hold of my burgeoning hardness in one hand, and cupping my balls in the other, she extended the pink tip of her tongue and started lightly dabbing and flickering it against the underside of my scrotum. As my cock hardened in response, she began to slowly pump her hand up and down its length. The sudden sound of a zip made me look up, and I saw Mike, still on the lounge, fishing in his jeans and then pulling out his stiff cock. He began slowly pumping it as he smoked and watched us.

In my stoned state I felt removed, detached from the scene somehow, and yet the heightened physical sensations sweeping over me felt more than real. I watched, fascinated, as a small bead of clear liquid appeared from the eye of my now rock-hard cock. Waves of pleasure rolled over me, and my body shivered involuntarily as Shelly's tongue started slowly making its way up the sensitive underside of my throbbing tool. When she reached the top she swirled her tongue around my cock-head, gathering the pre-come in the process, before plunging her soft, cushiony lips down over my aching pole. 

A jolt of pure pleasure shot from my cock to my brain as I watched a good two-thirds of my eight inches disappear into this cute girl's mouth. I groaned and my body jerked involuntarily. I thought I was going to come. So did Shelly, but she knew what she was doing and immediately stopped all movement, squeezing the base of my shaft with her hand. There were a few tense seconds there as we waited for the twitching of my cock, still deep in Shelley's mouth, to subside. Finally, almost a full minute later, my dick and I had regained our composure, and Shelly slowly, tentatively, resumed fucking me with her mouth.

Having survived the near crisis I felt I had more control over my body, and knew that I could now probably last a while without coming. 

Reaching down between my legs, I cupped Shelly's bra-less tits through the fabric of her faded t-shirt, as she continued working on my cock. Although I had seen Shelly's breasts before, at the party, I was amazed at how good they felt through the thin cotton. Each a good handful in size - no more - they were deliciously pert and firm, and swayed lightly against my palms to the rhythm of her sucking.

Mike, who had been watching and smoking and stroking his substantial tool, finally finished the joint and, stubbing it out, got up slowly and came to stand next to us. Slowly pumping himself, he stared intently at my cock as it slid in and out of his girlfriend's mouth.

Shelly was murmuring softly as I gently squeezed her stiff nipples through her top, and her big eyes looked from mine to Mike's and back again as she worked on my rampant tool.

With her head still bobbing up and down over me, she started unbuttoning her jeans. Mike moved around behind her and gave her a hand. Dropping to his knees, he tugged at her pants and knickers, pulling them off her hips and over her small, round arse. I couldn't see what Mike was doing with his hands, but judging by the sounds Shelly started making, it must have felt good. Her moans vibrated through my shaft as she continued to pump me with her mouth. The sensation was exquisite, and then got even better when, after a minute or two, Mike pulled back slightly and, steadying her with a hand on her hip, used his other hand to slowly guide his big prick into her from behind. Shelley lay her cheek against my stomach, her head to one side so she could watch her boyfriend's face, and he could see her mouth being fucked.

Mike didn't waste any time, but started steadily fucking her, gripping her hips with both hands as he rammed into her over and over again. His grunts matched her moans as she slipped a hand between her legs to play with herself. Despite having my dick in her mouth, I felt almost like a voyeur watching this couple build towards a shared orgasm.

The smell of raw sex filled the air. Shelly's rhythmic moans were now almost continuous, and were getting louder and louder as Mike's thrusts reached a frantic pace. Sweat was dripping off his nose and his eyes were fixed on his girlfriend's mouth, her lips stretched and sliding around my throbbing tool. Suddenly, with a final grunt, Mike's whole body froze and, face distorting as he held himself inside her, he gave several jerks as he poured his juice into her. Simultaneously hitting her peak, Shelly gave a little scream, and collapsed forward onto me, her breasts crushing against my stomach and my temporarily forgotten penis as she wriggled and writhed out her pleasure.

Considering how erotic I found all this I was amazed that I hadn't come yet, but – maybe thanks to the pot and the wine - I was in that rare 'zone' that men may recognise, where I felt I had control over my orgasm and could fuck forever if I wanted to.

After a moment Mike stood up, his softening dick slick and dripping, and returned to the lounge. As if all this was perfectly normal, he casually began rolling another joint.

I could feel Shelley was still trembling slightly as she roused herself a few moments later. Standing shakily, she took my hand and said "Let's go to bed". Without a word I let her lead me, leaving her boyfriend to his business on the lounge. She had discarded her jeans and panties on the floor and was now only wearing her old t-shirt, which barely reached her hips. I kicked my jeans and shoes off and followed her up the stairs, the cheeks of her pretty arse moving inches from my face. In the semi light, I could see a trickle of come making its way down the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

A typical student bedroom; the unmade bed - a queen sized futon on the floor, rumpled sheets and a couple of squashed pillows – dominated a landscape of discarded clothes, cushions, forgotten mugs, ashtrays and books on otherwise bare floorboards. An upturned milk-crate served as a bedside table. Shelley lit a couple of candles and cleared a place for them on the milk-crate before lifting her t-shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor. Following her example, I quickly shucked my shirt to stand naked, my erection pointing at her and bobbing in time with my pounding heart. She looked magnificent standing before me in the candle light, absently brushing an engorged nipple with one hand as she returned my gaze. I stepped forward and pulled her to me, pressing my chest against her pretty, round breasts, my stiff prick trapped between us. The pressure of her soft, warm belly against the underside of my cock was amazing, and I felt a pang of delicious pleasure as a drop of pre-come oozed out of me. Reaching down, I gently pushed my fingers into the triangle of damp, dark curls between her legs. She tipped her head back, allowing me to kiss her mouth as my fingers slipped easily into her lush, slippery groove, and on into the wet, soaking warmth of her recently inundated cunt.

She shivered and groaned as I eased two fingers into her, lightly stroking my thumb over the hard button of her clitoris. She was trembling noticeably and, sensing her legs were about to give way, I let her weight pull us down onto the mattress. Now lying half on top of her, I started exploring her neck and breasts with my lips and tongue. I kept my fingers between her legs, stroking and sliding around the delicate wet petals of her outer pussy before diving in with two or three fingers to fuck her for a few strokes. I particularly enjoyed the sounds my fingers produced, both from her soaking cunt and from her gaping mouth as she writhed and ground against my hand.

She had been distractedly squeezing my cock with one hand and running the other through my hair, but now she put both hands flat against my chest and pushed me off her. I was momentarily confused, but quickly realised what she was up to, when she pushed me onto my back and stepped over to straddle me.

I could feel the hair of her bush against my stomach as she rubbed herself against me. Reaching behind her, she grabbed my straining pole and lined it up between her slick, swollen pussy lips. I felt my cock head sliding along her slit before finding the entrance and slipping easily into her, my shaft throbbing with delicious sensation as I slid into her channel in one smooth motion. She gave a little sigh as I bottomed out, and fell forward onto me, her breasts against my chest as she began to move her hips in a circular motion.

I could feel the grainy wetness of her boyfriend's come, making soft, sexy squelching noises as my rod moved inside her. Despite having been fucked only a short time before, she was still very tight, and I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing me rhythmically as moved on top of me. Little jolts of pleasure ran from my cock to my head, making my face tingle as I felt little bursts of pre-come leak from me, to join the swampy wetness inside her. 

I had my hands on her arse, and now reached down to slip my fingertips into the lining of her cunt, where her lips were stretched around me. I moved my fingers around to gently brush against her clit, getting the desired effect when she moaned loudly and started rocking her hips back and forward, making my cock slide in and out of her. Moving my hand again, I pushed my slippery fingers between the round cheeks of her arse to locate the small knot of muscle that was her arsehole. I pressed gently but firmly until I felt it give, as the tip of my middle finger slipped into her.

She went off like a fucking cracker! Grinding against my cock and finger, her hips jerking, she gave a low scream that quickly developed into a series of rhythmic grunts as she began bouncing on me, determined to get every last centimetre's worth of my rigid pole.

She was beginning to settle down into a gentle, sensuous rhythm, rocking slowly back and forth on my pole, her nipples brushing my chest with the swinging of her breasts, when I became aware of her boyfriend, Mike, standing next to the bed watching us. He was hard again, and was again slowly wanking his big tool with one hand.

The guy might not have much staying power, but it seemed his recovery time was amazing! I mean, it couldn't have been much more than ten or fifteen minutes since I'd witnessed him emptying his balls into the same warm, wet tightness that I was now enjoying.

While I pondered Mike's impressive recuperative powers, Shelly reached for him and, taking hold of his prick, pulled it (and him) a step closer to us. His large, twitching tool, still bearing traces of its recent adventure inside her, was now level with Shelly's pretty mouth as she sat atop me, making exquisite grinding motions with her pelvis.

Still standing on the bed beside us, Mike placed a hand on either side of Shelly's face and guided her lips to his fat cock. There was no pussy-footing around, no licks and kisses this time, as Mike, holding Shelly's head, began to fuck her delicious mouth in earnest, each stroke going deeper than the last, until almost the whole thick shaft was disappearing, over and over again, down Shelly's throat. 

Needless to say, this had distracted both Shelly and me from our own coupling momentarily, but as I watched the underside of Mike's cock, slick with saliva, sliding over Shelley's plump bottom lip, I felt her start to move her hips again, this time in rhythm with her boyfriend's steady thrusting. Occasionally Mike would stop and hold himself fully inside for a few seconds, his balls pressed against her shiny wet chin. On these occasions Shelly would also stop moving her hips, but would give my happily-embedded pole a few delicious squeezes with her internal muscles to let me know I wasn't forgotten.

The sheer raunchiness of this little tableau was beginning to take its toll on me, and I began to feel the pressure building in my balls. Mike must have been close too, because he began to moan a little as his strokes became shallower and slower. 

Shelly must have also sensed it as well, and she began a slow, snaky, back-and forth motion of her hips, causing my cock to move around inside her with a churning motion, the head rubbing around her smooth inner walls. At the same time she took hold of Mike's shaft with one hand and began stroking him, the head of his slippery cock still in her mouth. With the other hand she reached behind her to grab and fondle my balls.

As Mike began to come with a series of grunts, she moved her hand from his shaft to his balls, and I could see the taut ridge along the underside of his cock throbbing and pulsing as it pushed spurt after spurt of his fluid into Shelly's eager mouth. One white gout of come escaped her swollen lips to run down her chin and fall onto her breast.

On the verge of my own crisis, I watched as the clot of jizz slid down her jiggling breast to hang tenuously for a few seconds from the tip of a firm dark nipple, before dropping onto my stomach. I felt a fleeting second of repulsion, before the eroticism of the moment overrode any other emotion, and I closed my eyes and started gushing into her, sending long, almost painful, jets of scalding juice up into the deep, dark recesses of this beautiful girl. It felt like I would never stop coming, and I was still twitching and bucking and thrusting up into Mike's girlfriend as he withdrew his spent cock from her mouth and stepped back to watch our final throes. 

Shelly was still squeezing my balls to extract the last drops as she used the back of her other hand to wipe her lips. She leaned forward, eye to eye, and pressed her lips to mine, eliciting a final spasm along my subsiding cock. 'In for a penny...' I thought, and opened my mouth to receive her tongue, still slippery with her boyfriend's come.



The Visit Act 01



Maybe it wasn't really a conscious decision. They had been dating for over a year and half, and living together for over a year of that time. Their life together was unique, almost idyllic. They had just bought a house on two acres, a little distance from town. There were gardens, dogs, animals. The place helped to foster a genuine love between them. And Sam loved her more deeply then anything he had ever felt, and she him. It was often beyond words, beyond description. Perhaps that's the reason why the request didn't strike Sam as anything beyond innocent. 

Kay's ex-boyfriend Lee was in town for a visit in the Fall. Her first real love. They had split over two years back. She hadn't seem him since. A potter, recluse, artist-type, Lee was much taller--about 6'5"-- and a half-decade younger--late-20s--than Sam. Lee had a thick beard and very short curly chestnut brown hair that was cropped close to his head, and lanky frame. When Kay asked about Lee visiting the house (and maybe "staying for a few days"), Sam didn't really give it much thought. He most certainly couldn't say no. Both Sam and Kay worked during the day, and Lee wouldn't be much of a nuisance. Lee would just be visiting old friends in town, hanging out at the house, and maybe using Kay's pottery wheel. It would be a short, comfortable stay.

Sure there were the moments in Sam and Kay's relationship where ex-relations (including Lee) came up. Like the time Sam went with Kay to get a birth control device inserted. Kay, much to the chagrin of Sam, proceeded to explain to the nurse practioner (with her legs spread open on the clinic table) how much bigger Lee's penis was then Sam's. Or the time, early in their relationship, when Kay called Sam by the dreaded ex-boyfriend's name after sex.

However, Lee's visit was new. There was no baggage for Sam now. Kay and Sam had been together for too long. There was not even the hint of jealousy related to Lee's visit. At least none that Sam could detect this late in their relationship.

Lee's arrival at Kay and Sam's home came and went without notice. Lee drove to the house, was greeted by the dogs, got 'the tour' compliments of Kay, was delivered to the guestroom (adjacent to the master bedroom), and returned downstairs for a little wine, dinner and Kay's scrumptious pie (cooked especially for the occasion). Kay often loved to entertain. She had a knack for being an amateur chef, and definitely embraced the roll of hostess. Lee's arrival at the house made her sexual qualities even the more conspicuous. Kay wore her best one piece blue dress that clung to her 5'11" frame in a tight wrap. It accentuated her lovely (always bra-less) handful size breasts, and pantyline. Her hair, which was down, was curly, thick, auburn in color and hung just beyond her shoulders.

She was noticeably joyed to have Lee at the house. She would constantly caress his shoulder with her big, and somewhat masculine hands, laugh, and give big smiles. And she was perhaps overly generous with delivering wine to company. Sam, for his part, seemed to either be oblivious or ignore Kay's flirtations with Lee. It all seemed innocent enough. By wine bottle two, everyone seemed happy, well fed, and perhaps a little intoxicated. The three walked outside to the patio. It was an early fall evening, still warm, but giving hint of oncoming winter. 

Almost as soon as they were outside, Sam excused himself and went back inside to use the bath, gather some coats, and yes, more wine. He left Kay and Lee alone for the first time in years. They talked awkwardly, almost not knowing what to say, both maybe wondering what the other one was doing here. Lee rolled a cigarette and started to smoke. Kay hadn't had a smoke in years, primarily because Sam didn't smoke and didn't really approve of Kay "developing a habit." Even so, she wanted a drag and asked Lee for a hit. Lee obliged and offered his tobacco roll, butt first. The cigarette was moist from Lee's lips and tasted like his mouth. She inhaled deeply, all the while Lee was watching her intently. She took another inhale, and another until Lee reached his hand over and touched her soft uncovered right thigh, asking for his cigarette back. She resisted, slightly, leaving his large hand on her exposed flesh. She squeezed her legs together catching his hand, and delivered back to Lee the lit butt. "Thanks," she said. "It's really good to see you." "It's good to see you too," Lee replied, stumbling over his words. 

Unthinkingly, and feeling brave, Lee ran his hands between her now clenched thighs, barely catching her panties and executing a thrusting motion with his long fingers that barely brushed her clitoris. She didn't say anything, but looked right at him. When Sam appeared, Lee and Kay seemed awkward. Lee's arm had suddenly moved away from Kay when he approached. Sam did his best to ignore it and offered coats and more wine which were welcomed by all. Soon after the conversation drew weary, and the three were ready to retire to bed. 

Sam kissed Kay several times afterwards and noticed the smell of Lee's tobacco. He knew she had been sharing tobacco with Lee and didn't say anything. He thought it best to let it lie. 

Lee, for his part, retired to his room alone. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from masturbating about Kay and used both of his hands to stroke his penis. He thought of the old times, putting his fingers inside of her, fondling and sucking her small firm breasts while Kay road on top of him. He had a tremendous orgasm, which sprayed ribbons of cum on his smooth hairless chest. Unfortunately for Lee, there was nothing to clean up his mess and he was forced to use the shirt he was wearing that day. The ejaculation and wine left him drained, and he slept soundly through the night.

***

Sam was off early. The trek to town wasn't far, and they had two cars. Besides, Kay had expressed that she wanted to take it slow in the morning, maybe catch just little time with Lee who she hadn't seen in years. To that end, Kay telephoned work early and left a message that she might be in late.

Kay and Lee saw Sam off at the door. It felt like kind of a relief for all of them. And Lee was not at all shy about making it known that he was pleased with Sam's early departure. Once Sam was out of sight, and the Kay was still by the door, Lee lightly patted Kay's ass with his big left hand and suggested that breakfast may be in order. Kay provided a crosswise glance, but complied nonetheless, eager to just spend some alone time with her "ex" again. 

Kay was dressed in her usual morning robe. Lee just in the corduroy pants he wore from the night before, and his (now man stained) button down shirt which he left unbuttoned to mid-riff. The smell of breakfast quickly filled the house accompanied by soft morning mountain sun beams. Kay opened the door and let the outside morning scents and sounds mix with Kay and Lee's coffee and light morning meal. 

There was little conversation during breakfast. And post-breakfast turned to the mundane. Work, schedules for the day, pottery. It was quaint if uneventful. Kay, always thinking partially domestic, mentioned that she was going to do a quick load of laundry and asked for clothes. Lee, who had driven two days straight from New York state, expressed that he would appreciate if he could throw some stuff in. Going upstairs, Lee collected his dirties from his bag and shed his morning clothes, including his soiled shirt. Lee wrapped the towel Kay had left for him around his waist and hurried half-naked down the stairs with his dirties to catch Kay who was loading clothes into the wash. "Here you go Kay. Thank you so much," Lee exclaimed covering the front of his body with his clothes pile. "If you don't mind, I'm also going to use your shower." 

"No problem," said Kay. "Our house is yours." 

Kay examined his torso with her eyes, letting them linger on him. Lee was a very handsome without even trying. Although he always had an unkempt look about him, he had a young athletic build. His chest was smooth, with almost abnormally large brown aureoles surrounding his nipples. The clothes he held were cocked off to his left side and barely covered his tall frame. Lee didn't linger, but departed swiftly dashing half naked to the bath giving Kay glimpse of his white naked buttocks out of the corner of her eye.

Kay sorted the clothes from the pile left by Lee. She fingered Lee's clothes carefully, sometimes stopping to smell them. Sweat, smoke, and other familiar scents poured off of his small pile. Scents she used to adore. She put her hands in his pockets and went over the clothes to make sure nothing was left unattended, unclaimed. Maybe some secrets Lee had forgotten or, perhaps intentionally left for her to find. 

It was then her hands found the still moist cum stain on Lee's shirt that he had worn the night before. She recognized it instantly for what it was, and dropped the shirt into the laundry machine in part disgust. "Oh Nasty," she muttered to herself, her right hand fingers partly coated in Lee's cold cum. She flipped on the machine with her left hand and walked, almost unthinkingly towards the bath where Lee was showering to wash her sticky fingers. Obviously, Kay had seen Lee naked plenty of times before, surely he wouldn't mind if she walked in. In fact he would probably welcome it.

The steam from the shower was hot and Lee barely heard the door open. He peeked through the side of the curtain as she entered. Kay was now at the sink washing her hand. "Found your little 'gift' from last night," she said glaring at him. "Pretty sticky and gross." "Oh yeah that," he said tucking his eyes back in the shower. "Should have warned you I guess."

"You were masturbating last night in our guest bed! With Sam and I in the next room. Shame on you Lee!" Kay went on. "What were you thinking?! And how come Lee? Something get you excited last night?" she said innocently.

"Well if I told you, you probably wouldn't care or believe me." Lee said. 

Intrigued, Kay walked to the side of the shower. She could see Lee's tall outline through the cover of the translucent shower curtain. "Come on, what's the deal," she said. There was silence from inside the shower. "Hey, you still in there or what?" she inquired.

Suddenly, the shower curtain parted at the right side of the bath. Lee pushed his pelvis out into view of the bathroom light. His incredibly beautiful penis was erect, thick, and very, very large, just like she remembered. His head and eyes partially followed. "It was a long drive," he said shyly. "I played with myself for hours thinking about how it would be to see you again."

"Lee." Kay said, partly exasperated, partly excited. "I don't believe you." Naughty and partially unwanted thoughts filled her head. She was pinned, half bewildered, between desire for Lee and devotion to Sam. Her face red with blush. And yet, almost without thought, she opened her robe and let it drop to the floor. She stood naked in the bathroom allowing Lee to look at her. Her breasts were swollen and full. Her pubic mound, thick with black hair. And although she had always been shy about it, Kay had an incredibly sensuous looking body. "I take it you've been thinking about me then." Kay said.

Kay couldn't resist the temptation. She climbed into the shower in front of Lee. "I think I need a shower too you know." Kay said giving herself over to her sexuality. She took his stiff penis in both hands. It was extremely thick to the touch, and handsome to her eyes. "Do you need me to clean you off a bit?" she said touching him. Lee's smile, and little moan, replied for him.

It took both hands to clean his member which she squeezed gently hand over hand with every stroke. Lee's penis was enormous, and nothing short of amazing. It was the biggest Kay had ever encountered. Lee's wholly uncircumcised shaft must have measured nearly 8 ½ inches when it was excited. But it was the thickness that was really intriguing. The tip of Lee's penis which Kay unsheathed with her two-handed stokes was, and unlike other penises, uniform in its thickness. Years ago Kay had measured it as at almost 1 1/4 inches in width. And Kay, who was not necessarily a small woman herself, enjoyed all of it.

Lee pushed his tongue in her mouth and wrapped one large hand almost fully around her breasts, the other her undulating ass. "You are so beautiful. And your ass" he whispered. Her lips found there way from his mouth to his wet chest and she danced her tongue across his smooth chest to his left nipple, then right. He moaned softly and pulled her closer to him, his left hand now clenching her thick round butt. Steaming hot water from the shower head sprayed between them, which brought both of their bodies to a sweat. 

"Lee," she said, her body quivering with shock like anticipation at being with Lee again so suddenly, "I really want you to fuck me. In fact, I need you to fuck me." She turned away from him and faced full on the spray of the shower head. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks open for him. "Do you like that Lee," she said, "do you like what you see? Is it like you remember?" Lee could barely contain himself. His cock was solid and massive. He grabbed her ass and tried to penetrate her vagina threw the spray of water, while taking his sizable thumb and placing it over her now spread anus. He pushed his thumb inside of her. She moaned lightly. "I love your ass, Kay." he said, moving down to put his tongue inside of her. "I mean it. I really love it. It's so round and gorgeous." 

"I'll let you fuck it, if you need to. How long have you been waiting to fuck me in the ass Lee?" she said. "How long have you thought about it and not said anything?" With that Lee stood up and tried to insert his hard wet cock into Kay's asshole. Kay squirmed underneath his big frame and at the thickness and pressure pushing on her anus. Finally, and after several tries, Lee managed to get the head of his enormous penis in her ass. Kay moaned with that perverse sense of pleasure and pain. But Kay's anus was incredibly tight and squeezed shut around the tip of Lee's penis because of its size. That was all Lee could mange however. 

From the moment of penetrating Kay's anus and after only minutes of sexual activity, a wave of hot cum and orgasm sprang from Lee's body and penis into Kay, into her ass, into her body. "Oh, oh god." he moaned. "Oh god, I'm cumming Kay." Kay felt his penis shoot a huge load inside of her.

"I'm so sorry." he managed under his breath still reeling from his orgasm. "I just couldn't help it. You got me so excited by offering yourself, your butt. I just couldn't help it. I tried to make myself stop, but I just couldn't. I'm sorry again." The head of Lee's enormous cock was still in Kay's anus. "God dammit Lee." Kay said, rather disappointed. "I can't believe you came already. And in my ass! Fuck. I can't believe this."

Lee was still recovering. "Oh I'm so sorry again Kay. Le Petite Mort." he said under his breath. "I'd be happy to try to get you off in other ways if you want." He was struggling to remain standing. His orgasm left him drained. "No, no its OK Lee. Just take that huge cock out please. Take it out of my ass if you can. And please try not to hurt me." she implored. 

Lee struggled to remove his still swollen member, but, because of its thickness, it was lodged tight in Kay's asshole which had constricted tight after Lee's orgasm. 

Kay swore harshly at him in pain when he tried to tug at it and remove it. There was simply no lubrication and the water made it worse. "I think we're going to need some oil or something to get you out of me Lee." she said, rather embarrassed, the huge tip of Lee's still swollen cock still locked in her asshole. Kay shut off the water for the shower and struggled for a towel pulling Lee, rather unwillingly, with her as she reached. "Just try to relax." she said, "Maybe relaxing will make it better. And I think we need to try to get out of this tub." They moved lockstep from the tub together, Lee's pelvis still wedged to Kay's behind. Kay grabbed a small vial of lubrication from the shelf over the toilet and handed it to Lee.

However, over the sound of their squeaky bodies which struggled to get out of the tub without doing injury to Kay's anus, they both heard the bark of the dogs that were now running to the opening front door of the house. 

"Lee, Lee. I think someone's at the door? Do you hear it?!" Kay said. Kay's heart leapt into her throat. "Oh god." she said quietly to herself, letting Lee overhear. "I think Sam might be home Lee! Oh god." Kay whispered again almost panicked. 

"Sweetie. Sweetie are you here?" she heard Sam's voice call. "Kay, Lee? You guys here?" said Sam. Kay quickly reached over and locked the bathroom door, and much to his surprise, involuntarily squeezed Lee's huge member extremely tight with her anus as she did so. Kay and Lee didn't make a sound, but stood still as possible, with Kay lurched over the bathroom sink and Lee hulking behind her, for what seemed like an eternity. 

Lee quietly dumped as much lubrication on to his member as he could. The oil went everywhere, all over Kay's ass checks and down between her legs, then to the bathroom floor. Lee worked the lubrication between them. This had an unplanned reverse effect. Instead of shrinking Lee's cock, the lubrication served to grow it. 

Kay, much to her dismay, felt Lee's cock, which was still in her ass, start to get hard again. With the help of the oil that she had found--and thinking wrongly that Lee would use the oil to get himself out of her ass without injury--Lee slowly pushed himself deeper into her. "What are you doing?" whispered Kay giving him a rather backwards glance. Kay struggled to keep from hollering in pain (and debilitating pleasure) even with the lubrication as Lee's penis pushed into her anus. 

Lee pushed his penis deeper inside of Kay, and placed his large left hand over her mouth to keep her from crying out. He then grabbed her left breast in his right hand where his arm still encircled her waist and pulled her closer to him. To Kay's shock, Lee began to fuck her again in the ass encouraged by the lubrication that she had provided, and engorged by the thought of being discovered by Kay's husband Sam. Kay, now much to her dismay, watched her ex-boyfriend Lee fuck her from behind in the bathroom mirror, aghast and horrified of their imminent discovery by Sam. She didn't know what to do.

They continued to hear Sam inquire as to their whereabouts. "Kay, are you guys here?" said Sam. There was a knock from Sam at the bathroom door. Sam twisted the knob which was locked. "Hello," said Sam, "Anyone in there?" 

Lee tightened his hand over Kay's mouth and pushed his cock inside of her ass as deep as he could until his entire shaft was inside of her. Tears started to stream from the sides of Kay's eyes. "I'm in here Sam." said Lee in response, tightening his hand over Kay's mouth. "I'm not sure where Kay went. She said something about laundry and maybe running to the neighbors." Lee continued as casually as he could. "We'll... I mean, I'll be finished in a bit." he finished hoarsely. Lee slowly kept sliding his penis inside of Kay as he spoke with Sam. 

"OK." said Sam walking away from the door, "I'll wait and hold out for you." said Sam as he moved away from the bathroom door.

Lee removed his hand from Kay's mouth and continued to thrust his fully erect cock deep into Kay's ass. Kay almost passed out from Lee's humping thrusts and the feel of Lee's giant penis inside of her. It was almost unbearable. Her legs buckled under her, as she dipped towards the floor of the bath. Lee supported her frame by wrapping his big hands around her large soft breasts and gently guided her to the tile floor. Lee then straddled her, wrapping his large frame around Kay from behind. Kay's breasts gently pressed against the tile. 




The Visit Act 01



Lee moved his bearded lips to her mouth and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Almost to his surprise, Kay met his tongue with an incredibly passionate kiss. "Oh Lee." she moaned as quietly as she could. "What are you doing to me? Oh my god Lee. We need to stop...oh god." she whispered under her breath still sucking on his lips as he fucked her. "Fuck have I missed you so much. I loved you so much, so much, when we were together sweetie." 

Kay's softly spoken words sent both of them into bliss. Kay, who had pushed her fingers on to her clitoris, began to have an intense orgasm that sent shock waves back through Lee's body. Lee pulled his oily cock out of Kay's ass, grabbed the enormous tip in order to unsheathe the head of his penis and began to cum all over Kay. Lee's thick seaman flew everywhere between them, all over Kay's back and wet hair, into Lee's own face and thick beard, onto the tile floor, even onto Kay's ear and forehead. And it was all Lee could do to keep from screaming, but his forced silence made his orgasm that much stronger. "Oh god. Oh Kay, god I love you..." said Lee, barely containing himself, and speaking almost inaudibly.

Kay also had one of the most incredible orgasms she had in months, maybe years. And to hear Lee use the words I love you when he came, sent ripples of amorous affection out through her body and ass towards Lee. "Lee, Lee." Kay said. "Oh god sweetie, I really love you too..." There lips met and interlocked while both of them came together.

Lee lay on top of her, enjoying their cum covered bodies, for what seemed like an eternity. It was Kay who broke the silence first. "Lee." she said. "We have to go out and deal with Sam, Lee." "I know, I know." he whispered back as he brought himself to his knees, his huge cock still semi-erect. "Why don't you let me deal with this now." said Lee.

Lee hurriedly grabbed a towel and tried to get as much as the seaman off of himself as he could and then wrapped the towel around his waistline. His stuck out his chest, which was firm and lightly fit for a young potter, and moved toward the bathroom door. "What are you going to do? What will you say?" whispered Kay who, still lying on the bathroom floor, grabbed a towel of her own. Lee stood up. "Wait here and don't make a sound. If all goes well, hopefully I'll be right back."



The Visit & Afterwards



**Author's note. This first story is a letter to my Trainor describing a visit I had from an internet acquaintance. The second story was created by my own scorching need. Enjoy*~*eva

The Visit

Dear Master K: 

Yesterday, I received a visit from one of my online contacts. It was kinda unexpected, so I had no real time to talk to you about it. He had mentioned that He may come to visit, but wasn't sure. 

I wanted to make sure you knew what happened and the fact that it WAS just a visit. 

The gentleman in question is a Gorean. He reminds me a lot of you. Same mindset in many things, and *chuckle* carries leather laces in His pocket, but said they normally hang from His belt loop. He arrived around 10:30 in the morning. I welcomed Him into the apt and offered Him a drink. He chose coffee and we talked about His trip so far. He is traveling from Ontario to BC. 

I served Him the coffee properly, as Master SRS trained me, and then sat on the floor before Him. We talked in depth about my service so far to my various 'Tops', what things I've experienced. 

Master K, this Master does come online, but rarely speaks in channel. In one of my rare nosy days(stop laughing, I'm not that nosy), I intruded, without permission, and basically told Him He was an asshole. I didn't like the way that He responded to something in channel. After that though, I realized, He wasn't being an asshole for that specific occasion. He even pointed out to me that there are many people that consider Him a prick because of His attitude. I've enjoyed my chats with Him online and that's the only reason I went ahead and said ok to a visit. 

He has a very strong sense of presence. 

What I really enjoyed was just before He left, He tested my resolve. He knew that I was owned and made it a point several times to mention it, so that I would know that he was being honorable. However, eva was a bit..umm..well you know how intense eva can get under certain circumstances. I was still on the floor and he stood as if stretching, and then walked right up to me and grasped my hair. I will have you know that eva's hair is quite long now and a lovely hand hold. He fisted my hair, grabbing it tightly, led my face back and forth against His thigh. At one point, He mimed raping my mouth, thrusting my head back and forth. Hell YES I whimpered. I was..very stimulated by this time Master! He thrust His thumb deep into my mouth and said, "Oh yes, this cunt will be able to deep throat." He wiped His wet thumb against my cheek and drew my head back and forth against His thigh. He paused and slapped my face, reminding me that I was the plaything, not the thing that was getting pleasure. It wasn't hard Master. Not like you used to share with another of your girls. Just a good reminder. Master, I have to admit, by this time I would have ripped through His trousers, and bit into His leg with how hot I was. The physical need was overwhelming my own restraints and the thoughts of your wisdom and guidance. 

I didn't though, Master K. I remembered how many times before You've held me in Your arms and talked me through tears of frustration and pain. 

The visitor left with these words to share with you, "Tell your Trainer that you are a good cunt." 

Afterwards

It had been a very long trip. He was tired of the road, but happy with what was accomplished. He had seen old friends; met new ones. But now he was coming home. 

He hadn't intended on coming home so late at night, but the traffic on the interstate was much more than he thought it would be. As he drove the dark streets to his own, the twinkling of lights were beginning to fade as one by one his neighbors said goodnight.

When he pulled his truck onto his street, really a cul de sac, he noted again that his timed outdoor lighting was working perfectly. The Malibu lights lining his property made him smile. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine, making a decision to leave the unpacking until the morning.

He entered the house by the side door and flicked on the interior lights of his kitchen. He dropped his keys on the counter and poured himself a small brandy. As he made his way into the darkened living room, he clicked on the electric fireplace, more for a comforting atmosphere than heat. It was good to be home, he thought again as he settled into a recliner and set the brandy next to him. It was then that he realized that there was something amiss.

Soft muted music was gently being played. He shrugged it aside and assumed that he had inadvertently left on a radio before his trip. He settled into the chair and closed his eyes, thinking back over the trip he had made.

He had enjoyed his visits quite a bit. He had also been on a search. He had met many people on internet chat and had taken the time to meet them in person. One stuck out in his mind though and try as he might, his thoughts returned to that visit once again.

She had met him at the door and welcomed him into her life. He knew that she was different from what she appeared to be online. Time and again she had told him that she was a large woman, but really as he looked at her, he knew it was neglect. 

They had conversed online for some time and he was curious. She truly was submissive and partially trained. The way she presented his coffee to him; the way she felt comfortable on the floor before him; her soft voice as she responded to his insistent questions with a gentle, "Yes Master". Oh yes. This woman was submissive to the core. 

She was also owned. And therefore was unavailable to him for use. The woman had made it clear and although her whimpers of need rose from her lips from a simple appraisal of her, his honor was at stake. 

He opened his eyes and sipped at the brandy. She would be such a good little slut. She needed to lose that weight, for her health and well being. She needed discipline and soon. She needed..

He grumped into the snifter and set the glass back down again. There were the others that he had met as well and he tried to think of them. The lithe lil demon girls, promising so much, but then backing out at the last minute, afraid. 

This woman though. Lord, his thoughts were back to her. He removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes, thinking. 

He would have liked to use her. He wanted to know if she too would have back away from his intentions. By the time he had left her, she was a lust driven slut, almost clinging to him in her need. Beneath all that weight, he had a feeling that there was slave waiting to be born at the hands of a Master. He smiled then. A Master like himself. 

He remembered how she sidled up to him, rubbing herself against him. He had called her a wanton hole and knew that she was. She had told him that she had been celibate for over a year. No use. What a waste. 

He could almost feel her now: her warm cheek at his knee, his fingers combing through her long dark hair. 

He snapped himself out of his memories and made ready for the night. Locking the side door and clicking off the fireplace once more. 

As he slowly trudged up the stairs, he shed his clothes as he went. One quick shower and then sleep. Tomorrow would come soon enough.

He found the source of the soft music. The stereo in his bedroom was turned on low. He chuckled as he thought that it must have been playing for the whole ten days he had been gone. He went into the bathroom and started the shower, adjusting the temperature. He relieved himself in the toilet and then stepped into the shower, feeling the cascade of warm water fall upon him.

Two hands crept up from behind him and gently scrubbed soap against his skin. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation before curiosity got the better of him. He turned around and looked into the dark brown eyes of the submissive that had centered his thoughts.

"Cunt," he greeted her. 

"Master," she replied and continued in her task of washing him. 

She smoothed her hands against him, lathering his chest before kneeling in the shower and working on his legs. It wasn't so much as a cleaning, because she was also massaging as she went. Complete relaxation washed over him as much as the water cleansed away the dust of the road. Relaxation fled his mind though as an electric shock shot through his body as her warm tongue lapped at his privates. A deep growl rolled from his throat as he grasped her hair and thrust her away from him.

"You are owned, cunt." Matter of factly and without a tremble from the passion that she had stirred.

"I am released, Master." She dropped her eyes and stared at the bottom of the shower. 

Warring emotions shot through him. What the devil? She whimpered softly in front of him and he clenched his fist tighter into her hair. He wanted to..

He pulled her once more to him, feeling his cock surrounded by her warm mouth and hissed out in pleasure. He had tested her once about her ability but only with his thumb. Now he knew as he raped her mouth that she had not lied about this hole. Such a good cunt, wrapping her tongue around him, suckling softly and then stronger, pulling upon him, matching his own rhythm. She gagged once, and he smiled and thrust harder. This hole felt good to him. He was pleased and let his seed spray upon her. She returned to her earlier task of cleaning him and then bowed her head.

He steadied himself against the shower stall and shut off the water, letting the water drip. She rose and gathered the towel she had put aside and he had not noticed. She gently scrubbed him down, ignoring her own dripping state until he was out of the shower and brushing through his hair.

He waited for her then, stepping aside as she came out of the stall and made her way naked into his bedroom. She pulled back the coverlet on his bed and knelt once more. He climbed into bed and heard her sigh softly.

He looked over the edge of his bed and smiled. She had curled into a fetal position on the floor next to him. 

As he reached out for the light switch, he paused. "Good cunt." 

"Thank you Master," her soft reply came.