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Unwind...

By: saffire eyez



In my car on my way home I feel the stresses of the work day slowly start to disappear as you cross my mind. I know you're at home already, waiting for me and a smile crosses my face as I think of how you were this morning. Sleeping so peacefully as I woke up, pretending to stay asleep as I got up out of bed to get dressed, peeking at me out of the corner of your eye as I pulled my panties up over my thighs, then my snug fitting skirt. I saw the corner of your mouth turn up when you heard the soft sound as I reached behind me and zipped up the back. I'll never tell you that I know you watch me in the mornings, pretending to sleep, it's one of your simple pleasures and I will never ruin that for you. So adorable you are. Before I left, I walked back into the bedroom where you were laying on your side, the sheets pulled halfway up your magnificent torso, your well defined left arm bent next to you, your forearm in front of your face and your hand on the top of your head. I placed a hand on your waist and leaned down to press my lips just on the outside corner of your beautiful mouth. You stirred, the scent of my perfume tickling your nose. I let my hand graze down your hip and outer thigh before I let go, whispering "have a good day baby" and walked out of the room. 

Back in my car I'm getting close to home. I pull into the garage, park right next to your truck and gather everything from my car. I walk into the house and it's fairly dark. 

"Baby?" I call out, setting my things down inside the door. 

I've got cramps in my feet from walking in heels all day so I take a seat in the overstuffed arm chair in our living room and remove my shoes, rubbing at my feet, closing my eyes at how good it feels. I'm now beginning to notice the soft sounds caressing my ears; Luther is crooning softly from the stereo "There'll always be sunshine when I look at you.. it's something I can't explain... just the things that you do". Very nice, Luther always creates just the right mood. There are a couple candles flickering nearby, the coconut scent filling my nose as I deeply inhale my favorite smell of all time. 

I'm just about to open my eyes and get up to take a tour of the house to look for my man, needing to feel his strong arms around me, the warmth of him pressed up against me, when large warm hands close over mine, encasing one foot. I gasp in surprise and my eyes fly open to see you kneeling in front of me, a loving smile playing across your full lips. 

"Hi my baby." you say, making me smile at how you always put "my" before any name you call me. 

You're wearing my favorite shirt on you, a white slightly v-neck sweater, snug enough to show just a hint of how defined your chest is, the sweater arms holding tight to your biceps and triceps, the sleeves pushed up to your elbows. I always find myself so weak at the sight of your arms. We talk a little about our days while you continue to rub my feet. When I express how frustrating and stressful mine was, you say to me:

"Let me take care of you tonight, let me ease your stresses away." 

Other parts of my body have already begun to react to the various degrees of pressure you've been placing in different areas on my feet. I want nothing but to kiss your soft lips, to lose myself in how your love for me explodes through your kisses, but as I lean forward you gently push me back and say nothing but "Let me." 

Curiosity wins as I'd like to see what you have in mind for tonight. Luther has switched to one of my favorite songs "Here and now" and you softly hum along as your hands slide up my calves to the back of my knees and back down again. This mood is so sensual, your touch sending electric pulses through my body. 

"How do you always know just what I need?" I say dreamily as you caress me.

You say nothing, but lower your lips to the top of my left foot kissing the beauty mark that you find so sexy. A sigh escapes me as your lips touch me. You softly and slowly kiss each manicured toe and your tongue slips out to trace the inside curve of my foot, from ball to heel, then up my ankle to my shin, around the side to the meat of my calf, up even farther to the outside of my knee. Then you twist your head a little to trace your tongue along the soft flesh underneath, knowing full well the back of my knee is one of my sensitive spots; a spot on my body that was always ignored before you. Unconsciously my fingers dig into the cushion of the chair beside me and my mouth falls open as I draw a sudden breath. I can feel your lips curled in a grin against my skin, my reactions only fuel your fire. You place your hands on the outsides of my thighs, gently pulling me down in the chair, the tips of your fingers creeping inch by inch underneath my skirt. Your fingers skillfully kneading my muscles, you slowly spread my legs to accommodate the width of your body between them. Electricity shoots within me as I feel the weight of you pressing against me, my breaths coming quicker, my desire and anticipation almost over the edge. The hair of your goatee tickles the swell of my breast as you place your lips on my chest. With your hands now on the small of my back, you pull me close to you, up into a sitting position, with my ass on the edge of the chair. You're on your knees in front of me, looking up into my face, gazing into my eyes. 

"I love you so much." you say to me. With that, my heart melts for you in a way you will never understand. 

"I love you too sweetheart." I say. 

Finally you give me what you know I've wanted since I walked into the door tonight. You take my face in both of your hands and kiss me so deeply, pouring your soul into me, embracing me so tightly, touching your tongue to mine, and sending fireworks through my belly. With my arms around your neck, I hold you so close to me as if I'll never let you go. I slide my hands down your back, squeeze your ribs between my knees and lock my ankles together behind the backs of your thighs. Your hands drift down to the back of my skirt where you begin to tug at the zipper until I hear the soft zip that made you grin earlier this morning...

Your lips trail across my jawbone, and your hands slip under my sweater to caress the soft skin on my back. I love the way your goatee feels on my neck, and I lean my head to the side to give you better access. I feel the nip of your teeth as you playfully suck the skin of my neck into your mouth and bite gently. You place your lips on mine once more before you pull away, placing your hands on my waist, running your hands up my ribs and forcing my arms above my head. You take the bottom of my sweater, pull it over my head and drop it on the floor behind the chair. Your eyes catch on my breasts, swelling over the top of my black satin bra as if bursting from where they're being kept. Your eyes meet mine and I can see in your face that you want to touch me there. But you don't. Instead you grab the top of my skirt and gently tug downwards. I lean back in the chair again and lift my lower body so you can pull my skirt away from me. All the way down my legs you made sure your hands brush each area my skirt had just left. You know how much just the sense of simple touching excites me. I bring one knee up so you can pull the skirt from it, then the next knee. I want to see your naked body and feel it against mine so I start to lean up to undress you but you shake your head and say the same two words to me that stopped me the first time:

"Let me." 

You cross your arms in front of you and grip the bottom of your sweater, pulling it up to expose your belly, your chest, and finally over the top of your head and on the floor. My eyes fall to the tuft of hair underneath your bellybutton, the 'tease trail' I call it. It disappears beneath the waistband of your jeans, promising something beyond exciting, beyond mind blowing, beyond amazing each time it's exposed. I bite my lip at the sight of you; you are the most delicious man I've ever seen. You lean forward to put your elbows on the edge of the chair on either side of me as you hold my thighs in your hands. It feels like slow motion as I watch your head slowly dip down into my lap. I try to prepare myself for what I know is coming, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a soft moan, leaning my head back, settling deeper into the chair - yet I can't close my eyes, I want to watch you love me. You rub your face on my inner thighs, tracing your tongue along the waistband of my black satin thong, down the sides in the crease of the topmost part of my thigh until you get to the treasure you've been seeking. You place your mouth over my sweet mound, licking me through my panties. My hips start to move in motion with your rhythm; my moans start to get louder, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I try to reach down to move my panties to the side but you grab my hand to stop me before I can even get close. You know the temptation is killing me, you know I want your tongue inside my honey pot. But you don't let up, you lick and eat me through my panties, my juices getting heavier and heavier – you can taste it through the fabric. My hips are moving furiously now, trying without success to somehow move my panties away from the spot I desperately want to feel your tongue, and I begin to whine. You laugh a little to yourself, you love it when I whine. 

"What do you want Katelyn?" you ask me. 

"I... I want to feel your tongue on me..." I say between sighs. 

"My tongue on you where?" you ask. 

"... in... I want it... I want it on my clit... I want it deep inside of me...baby, I...." 

Before I can even finish my sentence, with one swift motion you move my sticky panties to the side and plunge your tongue deep into the soft folds of my center. I can't help but utter a loud moan followed by a sharp gasp, I love it when you do things so unexpectedly, when you just take it like I want you to take it. You bring me to orgasm three times before you finally kiss each thigh softly and lean back to look at me, a smile of satisfaction on your lips. You exaggeratedly lick your lips making "mmmmm" and smacking noises to tell me you enjoy tasting me. I'm still coming down from my last orgasm and am feeling too weak to move as you stand up and walk away from me. After 2 full minutes and you didn't return, I stand up and wobble a few steps as I go in search of you. 

I walk quietly and I don't call out your name because I know this is a little game to you, you'll be hiding behind a door somewhere ready to jump out at me. Instead, I find you sitting at the top of the stairs, bare foot and bare chested, the buckle of your belt hanging loosely. I can also see that you've unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans. You lean forward with your elbows on your knees, a mischievous look twinkling in your eyes. You put one hand palm up and wiggle your first finger beckoning me to come to you. With a little grin I slowly creep up the steps towards you, trying to move as sexy as I can, I know your eyes see nothing but my half nakedness. When I get about ten steps from you I fall to my knees and crawl the rest of the way, looking up at you through my eyelashes, batting my eyes seductively. You shake your head at me, smile and say:

"Damn love, you are so fucking sexy..." 

This makes me FEEL even sexier as I reach you and waste no time in grabbing the waist of your jeans, tugging on them, letting you know that I want them off of your body. You lift your ass to allow me to pull them from you, and I yank them off of each foot and throw them behind me. You've got on my favorite, boxer briefs; and in white. The contrast of the white fabric against your dark skin is so delicious to me that I have to take a few seconds to appreciate the view. Your muscled legs are hugged tight in the legs of the briefs, and your erection is large and trying to find its way out of its prison. My mind explores so many scenarios of what I can do next, but tonight you aren't letting me have any control, you reach for me before I can decide and pull me close to you, embracing me tightly, kissing me passionately, and making me breathless. Your hands are on my back, and they unhook the clasps on my bra. You then brush the straps off of my shoulders and let it fall away from my full and heaving breasts. Reaching between us, you cup me in both hands, squeezing and kneading, pinching and pulling and flicking my nipples, soft and then so hard it almost hurts. This only fuels my hunger for you. 

My hand has found its way to your lap, gripping you through your briefs, rubbing and massaging and holding you. I feel your body sag as I squeeze you, your breaths hot against my face. You place your hands on my hips and push me upwards to a standing position, then peel away my panties. I step out of them as you cup my ass in your hands and lean forward to kiss my abdomen right below my belly button, down to the patch of hair framing my center. You pull me back down again and remove your briefs, letting loose your throbbing dick from its prison at last. You get to your feet and maneuver yourself behind me, pushing me onto my hands and knees in front of you. My body tingles with excitement; I can't wait to feel you inside of me, pumping yourself into the core of me. For a moment you do nothing but caress my behind and the small of my back, I look back at you to see that you're just appreciating the view. I reach back and wrap my hand around your dick and squeeze to pull you out of your trance. You look at me with surprise in your eyes and smile widely as you pull it from my hand and place it between my ass cheeks. As you slide it down to my dripping center, I begin to move my hips towards it, trying to push myself back on you. I can feel the tip of the head just in the right place, and slowly you push into me until you fill me all the way up and we've become one. That first thrust made me almost fall to my belly, you feel so unbelievable inside of me. We both cry out at the same time, our lovemaking sessions are always so powerful. As we rock each other through the night, I have forgotten what stresses I had at work that day, my world becomes nothing but you. Your scent, your touch, your kiss, your skin, your love. 

Afterwards you draw a bubble bath in our oversized jet tub and light candles all around the edges. You bring two glasses and a bottle of wine up from the kitchen and we both slip into the water, with me sitting between your legs, resting my head back against your chest. 

The next morning I get up for work and smile to myself because I know you're watching me get dressed. I pass the place in the hall at the top of the stairs where our passion got the best of us only hours before. Images flood my mind of the love we shared there, and I wonder if I'll ever be able to pass that spot again without thinking of my wonderful loving man...

Unwind



I have the evening all planned. I bought the silk scarves especially for tonight. I leave work a little early, rushing home to prepare for her.

Just as I get the last candle lit, I hear her car pull up in the driveway. A shiver of excitement and anticipation slides through me as I race to the sofa to wait. I hear the door and start to unbutton my shirt, but before I get to the second one, I see her face. Anger masks her features and I can tell she's been crying.

All other thoughts fly from my head as I get up to ask her the problem. I barely get out "Hi" when she turns towards me and aims a glare.

"Don't," she says, voice tight with barely suppressed anger and frustration.

This unexpected turn of events has me flustered, at a loss for words. I regain myself and reach out to her. She lets her bags fall to the floor and stalks off to the kitchen. I follow, hoping the candles and dinner will lighten her mood. But it seems tunnel vision has her eye on the Vodka and nothing else as she grabs it from the freezer, forgoing a glass and drinking right from the bottle.

She turns to me, a scowl on her face. "I'm good enough to work nearly sixty hours a week, but not as a manager! Bastards! I've only been working sixty hours a week because they said I was going to get the manager position. Why else would I fucking kill myself, miss time with you? I still can't believe it!"

Understanding comes fast as I move to hug her, kiss her, anything to help ease the anger and hurt. I barely get out "Baby, I'm sorry" before she throws my hands off her and walks into our bedroom, slamming the door.

I can hear her moving things, angrily yelling and at some point the bottle breaking. I stand outside the door, stunned. These 3 minutes haven't gone as I planned at all. I lightly knock on the door. A shout from the other side of the door has me wincing and backing away a little.

"I don't want to talk right now. Just..." she breaks off, sighing heavily. The door opens just a crack but I don't try to get any closer. "Just leave me alone for a couple minutes," she says, obviously trying for a semblance of calm.

I nod, even though I know she can't see me, trying to hold in my tears of frustration and turn from the door. I can hear her sigh heavily, hesitate and close the door. 

I walk away, heading into the kitchen and start packing dinner away. I'm sure it'll be just fine tomorrow. I clean up and go around putting out candles. In the living room, sitting on the sofa I flop back with a sigh and feel the bag I hid there.

Pulling it out, I smile lightly, thinking of what I had planned. I feel tears prick my eyes again, feeling the soft silk slide through my fingers, missing the opportunity. After a minute, I realize; she didn't want to talk... that didn't mean I can't continue my other plans.

Smiling a little to myself, I take the other bag and head to the bathroom. I carefully get dressed, enjoying the fabric as it slides over my skin, the luxurious feel of it new and exciting. I can't help admire it, nodding my head once with approval when I see how the outfit looks on me. I put my other clothes back on over my new outfit and grab the scarves.

I tiptoe to our door, listening. I don't hear her in there anymore so I take a deep breath and knock on the door. Knowing she'd come open it, I made sure one of the scarves was around my neck, easily seen. She opens the door and sees me. Her mouth opens, about to say something and I shake my head, placing a finger over her lips.

I can see the pinched expression on her face quickly change to one of confusion as I push my way into our bedroom. Before she can begin to speak again, I kiss her. She's stiff at first, obviously trying to hold onto her earlier anger, but it doesn't take long to have her moan softly and deepen the kiss, a demanding hand sliding into my hair. After a moment she pulls back, features softened, about to speak again.

Most likely an apology, judging my her contrite expression.

I again shake my head and shush her with a quick kiss, licking along her bottom lip as I pull away. I slowly slide the scarf from around my neck. Warm silk is wrapped around her wrist and I press myself against her, kissing her again and moving towards our bed.

She sits down as it hits the backs of her legs and I'm on her lap an instant later, threading my hands into her hair, holding the back of her head steady as I take advantage with soft kisses, peppered with hard, biting kisses that have her panting and grabbing at my ass with both hands. 

I kiss her again before she can attempt speaking, only breaking the kiss to lightly nibble her bottom lip, sucking it between my own for a moment. "Shhhh," I whisper, licking along her slack mouth. She moans softly again, her hands roaming over my back and ass, pulling me closer.

I have another scarf tucked into my shirt. Pulling back from her, I pull that one from its hiding spot and that goes around her other wrist with a loose, lazily looped knot.

One dark eyebrow raises, silently questioning me. I just grin at her and kiss her again. My tongue slides across her teeth as I roll my hips, gently rocking against her. I hear another moan and I carefully pull away, standing up. I lean down and use my hands to guide her back on the bed, near the middle and up near the pillows.

Before she can settle, I grab her shirt and pull it off over her head. I pause a moment to enjoy the view before moving on to remove her bra. I gently cup each breast, enjoying their warm weight in my hands as I bend over and give each nipple a soft kiss. I can't resist letting my tongue slide out, flicking across each, watching them both harden and peak, pebbled and glistening with saliva.

I move on, nuzzling warm skin and softly kiss between her breasts, lingering just a moment. I smile as she arches into me, her hands sliding along my upper arms. I continue on, up onto her collar bone, lower jaw, behind her ear; hitting all the spots I know will make her wet and pant for more. My tongue flicks over her earlobe before grazing my teeth across it in a way I know drives her crazy. A hitched breath and she's no longer tense.

She pliant and panting, hands demanding and adoring.

My hands are still on her breasts, my thumbs tracing lazy circles over each nipple. She moans and reaches for my shirt, but I shake my head and put her hands back down. She tries to reach for me again, a slight furrow to her brow and I lightly slap her away with a shake of my head and a secret smile.

Understanding spreads across her face and her eyes practically twinkle as she settles back, expression heated and expectant.

I get close enough to work her belt open, working the button and zip down. I lean down, letting my warm breath bathe her stomach and slide her pants down and off. She helps, kicking them away with eagerness that almost has me laughing.

I get pull them the rest of the way off, tossing them to the floor and forgetting about them. I kneel on the bed and wrap my hands around one of her feet, kneading the arch and kissing the tops. I smile at the groan she makes, looking up at her through my lashes and winking. I know exactly what the image does to her; I glance up and huff out a breath across her toes when I see her wriggling into the bed, her hips squirming as she tries to get her thighs tight and rubbing just right.

I work my way up her leg, lingering slightly on her inner thigh, kneading it with my hands and mouth. I continue upwards, kissing across her hip and belly, tongue making circles around her navel and smacking a wet kiss on it. We share a breathless laugh before I move on, kissing up between her breasts again, up her neck and chin to finally land on her mouth.

She reaches up, kissing me passionately. Her fingers slide through my hair as she clings to me, kissing me and stroking the shell of my ears with her thumbs. The warm smile on her face sets my pulse raising and my stomach fluttering. But I'm not done yet; I have plans and I will see them through. I slide my hands down her arms, circling her wrists with my hands.

I gently grasp one of her hands in mine and adjust the silk scarf on her wrist. I shift so I'm straddling her and I can reach the headboard. I make my idea known and she smiles and nods, straining upwards just enough to give me a heated kiss before settling back against the pillows.

Within seconds, I have both of her hands tied. I slide down her body, retracing my earlier route downwards, lingering just a little at the edge of her panties, planting a wet kiss right above the elastic on the way down and off the bed.

Making sure she can see me, and I have her full attention, I slowly unbutton my shirt, revealing my new outfit underneath. At first only the dark red of the laces are seen. I let my shirt fall off and I reveal the corset I got just for her. I can tell she likes it; her eyes widen a little, her tongue slides along her lower lip and she wriggles against the bed again.

The color is flattering on me and the top pushes my breasts up and together, almost obscenely so. I walk closer to the bed, sliding my hands up and down my hips. Our eyes meet. I splay my fingers out over the smooth satin, enjoying the soft slide against my palms as I work down, unbuttoning my pants. I ease the zipper down and slowly spread the zipper open, just a quick peek. 

Blood red lace peeks out.

Her eyes are glued to me, her fingers clench on nothing and her toes curl. I slide my pants down, turning around and bending at the waist so she can see my ass, enjoy the way the lace molds to my softness and ample curves. I kick off the pants and turn again, moving to stand over her. I reach into the corset and slide another silk scarf out, enjoying the feel of the fabric whispering over my breasts.

I caress her once again, sliding my hand down her body as I move to the foot of the bed. I sit on the edge, facing her, and carefully wind the scarf around one ankle. I again look at her, the question obvious, and she swallows hard and nods.

I'm quick to work her panties off, unabashedly fondling her as I do so. I slide the other scarf out and tie her other leg down, taking my time, hoping she's enjoying it. I settle myself at the edge of the bed, between her splayed open legs and caress her leg, crawling up her prone body, trailing my nails along her skin. I watch as it breaks into goosebumps and her head thumps back into the pillows with a moan.

I lean down and whisper into her ear "Still don't want to talk, baby?" a wicked smile on my lips.

She smiles and nods.

I expected little else; so I lean back in to tease at her ear with the tip of my tongue, nipping the shell of it and enjoying the drawn out moan that it elicits. I pull away just enough to reach the beside table, opening the small drawer, her eyes on me. I open it and pull out a small pink vibrator. 

My favorite one. 

I click it on, enjoying the sharply inhaled breath from her, the way she licks her lips with anticipation. I trail it up her side, teasing up the generous swell of her breast before resting it against one erect nipple. The other I cover with my mouth, lightly sucking and flicking it with my tongue.

I can feel her writhe under me; I move the vibrator down to her tummy to lightly rest against her lips. Moaning, she moves her hips against it, rolling and trying to get it placed just right. I tsk lightly and move it down to her inner thigh before turning it off. She starts to pout but stops, watching me as I shift position, moving atop her. I slowly, deliberately roll my hips, pressing down against hers. Moving hard and fast along her body, hands gripping her hips and using her for a moment.

I bury my face in her neck and still with an effort, laying flush along her body. I lift my hips and slide my panties off and down, sliding them off one foot and catching them in my hand with a neat flick. I lean down again, kissing her, sliding across her jaw to whisper "I've been wearing these all day, thinking about you." I let the soft, silky fabric slide across her body, up her neck, over her mouth.

"See?" I murmur, heat prickling through me when she moans and mouths enthusiastically at the bundle. I can't help pressing my hips against her, heat tingling through my core and thighs at the pressure. "Mmmm... I didn't want my plans to go to waste." I press myself closer to her body, wrapping my arms around her neck. "I'm so sorry you had a bad day, baby." I let my hand come down and caress her face and lean in to nuzzle her neck.

Whispering, softer, into her ear "Do you know what I have in mind?" I feel her nod against me. "Good." I lightly bite her ear and pull away. 

I slide down her body, settling myself just inside her spread legs once more. I lift my legs, resting them on her and open myself to her rapt gaze. I place the vibrator next to me for later and spread my pussy with my first two fingers, using my thumb to tease at my clit for a moment. Keeping her in my sight, her gaze intent on my pussy and hand, I let my fingers glide over my clit. I know how much she enjoys watching this and sometimes that gets me off almost as much as the physical touch.

I press along the side, round in circles. My eyes half close, I press and rub, circling and stroking harder and faster until I come. It doesn't take long I'm so worked up.

She moans as I brush against her legs. I open my eyes, smiling lazily at her. I slide my fingers inside myself, wetting them thoroughly. I bring them to my mouth and suck them dry as she watches, tonguing them obscenely. I lean forward, settling myself between her spread thighs and firmly kiss her damp lips, tongue flicking out to tease the moist folds. I moan softly as I taste her, slowly sliding my tongue inside in teasing flicks and jabs. I pull away and kiss down her thighs, my hands sliding along her hips and across her tummy before returning my mouth where it wants to be.

She moans unashamedly as I bring my flattened tongue up over her clit, slowly dragging it down to lap at her wet pussy eagerly. She writhes as much as her bonds allow, bringing her hips up into my face. I slide my tongue inside her again, swirling around her delicious inner walls before returning to her clit. 

I slide a finger in and wrap my mouth around her clit, sucking it into my mouth, gently rolling my tongue over it. She keens, knees twitching in towards my head as I work on her. She gasps and moans as she comes, hips bucking up hard into my face.

I keep going, knowing she can come again. It doesn't take long-a few more hard thrusts of my fingers and swirling licks of my tongue-and she's coming again, practically drenching my hand. I slow my movements, relishing each stuttered breath and gasped moan as she comes once more, clamping down on my fingers with a few weak spasms before going lax.

I slowly pull away and until both of her feet and make my way back up her body. She leans up to kiss me and I meet her half-way, moaning as her mouth eagerly presses into mine, her knees clamping tight around my hips, her tongue licking in to devour me in return. Our bodies pressed together, I slide my hand up her arm and untie her hand.

She immediately brings it down, presses between my shoulder blades to press our bodies closer. I untie her other wrist and both hands are on me, roaming my body with soft but demanding touches.

I moan softly into her mouth, my body tingling wherever her hands go. 

She flips us, laying over me. Smiling down at me, she leans over and whispers in my ear "I'm home, baby."

I can't help but giggle and wiggle under her. Even if it's a little late, I'm so pleased to see her smiling again. "Hi," I say in return. I feel a little silly but the goofy grin she sends in return is worth the moment. She nibbles along my neck and my giggles fade into moans as she licks and nibbles behind my ear, down my shoulder. Pinning my arms down, her nails lightly scratch down them and my fingers twitch as I writhe under her.

Frowning, she looks down at my corset. Before I know it, she's turned us over again, so I'm on top straddling her hips. It doesn't take long for her to find the silk cording binding the corset on me. With a sharp pull, the laces loosen enough for her to slide the corset off me.

"That's better," she breathes, eyes roaming and her hands caressing my newly freed breasts. She quickly sits up, mouth replacing her hands on my breasts.

I slide my hand up her back, her neck to settle on the back of her head. My hands burrow into her hand, lightly fisting the soft strands to hold her to me.

At this rate, we're not leaving the bed until morning.



Unwinding



It had been a long day and unwinding whilst surfing a selection of erotic stories and downright filthy porn had seemed the right idea, as it so often does.  It was a warm evening and as I settled down in front of the keyboard I was wearing only a pair of panties, shorts and a white blouse.  My boobs are not especially large and a bra had felt too restrictive in the muggy weather.  I logged on and started to flick through my usual selection of sites.

As I read and viewed my hands drifted to my own body.  Pushing my hair back, fingering an ear lobe, folding the collar of my blouse, stroking my neck and floating across my chest, fingers finding a nipple.  Absently first, then deliberately, tracing the dark perimeter, teasing it out, rolling it.  Twin points hardening under the attention of my hands while my eyes drink in the arousal on the screen.  Slipping between the buttons, stroking the sides of my breast, a licked finger spreading cool saliva on the puckering flesh.  Buttons undone, hands cupping the full weight of my tits, grasping, squeezing and brining a gasp to my lips which highlights my passion and need.  I discard the shirt and shorts and concentrate on my desire.

Hands moving lower, over my belly button, slowing as they move through the curls of hair  just below it and fingering the edge of the hole in anticipation of what was to come.  Moving lower, deflected sideways across the line of the top of my panties, playing with the little bow in the centre, the elastic rough to the touch as my fingers move apart to my hip bones where they briefly pause before continuing to follow the material as it curves between my thighs.

Legs moving apart as my hands meet and touch my inner thighs.  Reaching through my legs to press my ass, then slipping back, three fingers laid gently against the side of my lips, brushing upwards to a low moan as they press the flesh together.  My body screaming for more, every nerve desparate for me to push the panties aside and fill myself with my fingers, to allow one hand to spread wetness over my clit while the other curls and unfurls inside me.  I relish the moment, the wanton feeling and force my hands to move upwards.

Lightly stroking the front of my panties, feeling the strip of hair on my mound, the sensitive bare area to each side.  Eyeing the rise of the cotton pushed upwards by the flesh below, and finally relenting, allowing my hands to move along the line of my lips.  The yield of softness, the delight in simply feeling the flesh move a fraction, responding to the pressure, my touch so light through the material, maddening, teasing, my fingers enjoying the feeling of warmth and arousal from within.

Moving the digits from side to side, the pads of my fingers feeling my sex parting beneath them, my body responding to the torture of slow arousal with a growing heat, pulse rising, mind filling with images of women and men, sex consuming me.

Too much, and not enough.  I slumped lower in my chair, on the edge of my seat, legs apart, grasping my panties, pulling the fabric hard against me then lifting it clear.  Cool air and space on my pussy making me gasp.  Hand sliding under the elastic of my thong, eager to touch myself,

My fingers slip on my arousal, parting my lips, slipping inside me, stretching myself, filling me.  Feeling how wet, hot, slippery I am.  Fingers pushed inside me, the pink warmth of my pussy sucking them in and revelling in the fullness.  Three fingers, knitted together, pushing them in, stretching the sides, the pressure around my lips as they move deeper, the feeling inside as the tips move and I roll my wrist.  Watching them withdraw glistening with arousal, the noises from my sopping wet cunt as they move, my lips clutching at them as they slide out and leave a space.

Panties discarded, my scent fills my senses as I lick myself from my fingers.  Pinching my nipple with one hand as my tongue licks the sharp flavour from the other.  Urgent now, one hand over my lips, fingers dipping inside me in rhythm and sequence, one moment stretching the next probing deep, the sound sight, feel and smell of my wet pussy pushing me on.  My other hand is working my clit, circling it, rolling it, pinching it, moving faster as I build in intensity. 

Body hunching over as I find a release, moaning nonsense and obscenities as I shudder and feel my pussy grip the fingers inside it.  Rolling on and on, building all night and now my legs twitch, thighs shiny, lips swollen, puffy, slick.

Muscles relaxing as the heat fades.  The room is heavy with my arousal, my limbs are heavy with exhaustion and  I am left with that warm, comfortable glow.  I will sleep well tonight.



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Jim and I have been best friends for years. We had met in junior high, and were now entering our junior year of college. We came from a lagre group of friends in high school, and most of us had gone our seperate ways when it came to college. So I decided a reunion was in order before school started.

About 25 of us pooled our limited funds together to get a house by the lake for a weekend. We arrived on a Friday night, and got right down to business. 

There was a bar in the kitchen that we stocked as best we could, and a pool table in the next room. Within an hour of arrival, we were all drinking and taking tunrs shooting pool. There was a big screen TV at one end of the pool table, and a preseason football game was playing.

As the night progressed and the alcohol flowed, you could see inhibitions gradually coming down. One couple was on the couch making out, and the guy was not shy about groping the girl's breast over her shirt. One of our friends, known for being a prankster, slipped a porno into the DVD player. Images of a busty blonde riding some ugly guy's eleven inch cock filled the 60-inch screen. In the next room, Jim and two guys were playing strip poker with two girls we knew, each with very large tits. 

Apparently, Jim had talked to the other guys before hand, and they had worked out a strategy to cheat, and get the girls naked. They were successful, seeing as so far Jim was shirtless and the other two guys fully clothed, whereas the girls were down to their underwear. The brunette had on a lacy black bra and a lacy black thong, both of which you could easily see through. Her blonde companion had on a black bra and tiny pink string panties, which didn't completely hide her blonde bush. On the next hand, the girls lost everything, and two pairs of D-cup breasts were on display for the room to see. The two guys reached over to grab their tits, and instead of being offended, the girls dragged the guys onto the floor.

What happened next, I don't know, because somehow my attention was caught by Christy on the other side of the room. She looked pissed, and eager to avoid problems, I went over to see what was wrong.

"Hey Christy, something wrong?"

"Yeah. How come guys get all fuck-brained over big boobs? What's wrong with these?" She demanded, grabbing her tits. I looked at Christy's chest. Her light yellow tank top clung tightly to her small breasts like a second skin. The outline of her puffy nipples proved that there was no bra underneath. She had a tiny pair of jeans shorts on, and a yellow thong that matched her shirt was visible under it.

"Shit Christy, I think you're fucking gorgeous." The alcohol brought out my honesty. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me. Her eyes scanned my blonde hair and green eyes, and my clean shaven face. She looked across torso, checking out my muscular chest and abs under the open baseball jersey I wore. Her eyes locked on the bulge in my blue mesh shorts, as I was about half mast from seeing the action on the floor. Christy dropped her drink and pulled me in for a kiss. 

We didn't stop our tounges from probing each other's mouths until Jim tapped us on the shoulder and beckoned us to follow him. I slid my hand around Christy's slim waist as he led us upstairs. My arm wrapped around her and my hand found her left tit, and I squeezed and massaged it as we trudged up the stairs. He opened the door to the biggest bedroom, the one that had the deck over looking the lake. As I pulled her towards the bed, she stopped, turned, and starting kissing Jim on the mouth. I walked up behind her and groped her breasts, pinching her hard nipples through her shirt as I sucked on her neck. With her right hand she squeezed Jim's cock through his jeans. Her left hand fumbled behind her until it found my erection, and she rubbed us both through our clothes. 

Finally, I turned her around and peeled off her shirt. She pushed the jersey off of my shoulders as Jim took off his wifebeater tank top. I unbuttoned her shorts and they feel to the floor as we walked to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the king sized bed and she stood in front of me. I could see Jim stepping out of his pants, his six inch cock pointing at her ass, as I yanked off her thong. She removed my shorts and boxers with one motion, leaving us all naked.

Christy laid on the middle of the bed, and Jim and I each took a side. We began sucking her puffy pink nipples as she stroked our cocks. Jim and I were the same size, and she easily got into a rhythm. I reached down and began rubbing her clit between my thumb and forefinger as Jim slid three fingers into her soaking pussy. Her hips thrust against our hands while we continued sucking her tits. The stimulation from two men was too much for her, and within ten minutes she was screaming "I'm cumming!" as our hands were saturated with her juices. With a grunt, Jim started shooting loads of semen from his dick, coating Christy's flat stomach and even landing a few drops on my cock. That was enough for me, and I shot my load all over Christy's pelvic area and Jim's balls. Christy leaned down to lick the cum off of both of us, and grabbed a pillow to wipe off our stomach. 

"Come here." she commanded as she walked to the deck. She threw open the doors and exposed her petite, nude body to the beach and lake below. It was just approaching dusk, and plenty of people could see up onto the deck. I was instantly turned on just knowing that anyone walking by could see my cock dangling between my legs. I decided to take control. 

There was a picnic table on the deck, and I had Christy climb onto it and get on her hands and knees. I put a chair at either end, and told Jim to stand in front of Christy while I stood in back. People below stopped and stared, as now we were positioned over the railing, with no obstructions interrupting the view from below. Christy got the hint and began to suck Jim's cock, which was coming back to life. I spread her slit open from behind, and rubbed the tip of my erection from her clit to her asshole, lubing it up real good. Then I slid right into her, stopping at the head. Shit, she was tight! I pulled back and shoved a little harder, this time getting halfway buried in her tight pussy. Finally, I pulled almost all the way out, and slammed my rod as deep into her fuckhole as I could, shocked to break through her hymen. She was a virgin! And it showed, as she emitted a scream muffled by Jim's cock in a mix of pain and pleasure, and came all over my throbbing manhood.

I had never been so turned on in my life, and I began fucking her as hard as I could. My rapid strokes through her tight twat were accentuated with the sound of my balls slapping against her mound. She moaned along with each thrust as Jim began to fuck her face in time with my pussy-fucking. Christy began slamming her ass back into my crotch and bouncing her head up and down Jim's slick pole. I heard people cheering from the beach below, and soon they chanted for us to cum.

After a few minutes, they got their wish. I felt Christy's pussy squeeze around my dick like a vice as streams of cum shot out of her. She lifted her head from Jim's cock and screamed "Oh fuck ye..." Jim started shooting wad after wad of hot cum at her face, cutting her off as she tried to swallow as much of his juice as possible. The crowd roared. "OH SHIT!" I screamed out as I felt my semen coat the insides of her tight little pussy. Ever after I emptied my load deep into her tunnel, I continued to fuck her loosening cunt until I was too exhausted to move. 

As the crowd cheered below, we stood up to take a bow. They got a glimpse of to limp, cum-covered cocks, two small but heaving breasts, and both Christy's face and pussy soaked with semen.

What a way to start a weekend.



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Her name was Stefani, she was a training advisor, and she was German.

That much I could tell that from the name badge she wore, with the picture of a German flag over in the corner.

And she was extremely pretty, beautiful in fact.

That much I could tell that by looking at her as she patiently filled in the form in front of her.

I watched as she filled in the answers I was giving her in her neat and tidy handwriting, my eyes drifting upwards from the paper to her face, and then downwards again.

Her blonde hair, though tied up in a pony tail high up on the back of her head, reached a long way down her back. With her hair, apart from a few loose strands, pulled back from her face, I could see just how beautiful her face was. Her eyes were blue, a deep glistening blue. Her nose was pert, with just a sprinkling of freckles, her mouth wide, her lips surprisingly full.

As my eyes drifted back down to the form, they paused at the open neck of her polo shirt, at the hint of her tanned breasts encased in her sports bra, at the hint of nipple against the white material.

"Sign here please," she told me, turning the form around to face me. It was the standard release form for guests at the hotel gym.

Her voice was husky, perhaps exaggerated by just a trace of an accent. She smiled at me for the first time, offering a glimpse of her perfectly white teeth.

I signed the form quickly, and spun it around, pushing it back across the counter to her.

"Thank you ... Simon," she said, pausing as she glanced down at my name on the form.

"No problem ... Stefani," I told her, grateful for her help, especially as when I had arrived she was about to close up.

She smiled that dazzling white smile again, and then turned to reach down a towel for me from the row of shelves behind her. I saw for the first time that she was wearing shorts, black and white checked shorts that were slung low on her waist and which barely reached beyond the soft curves of her ass.

As she reached up for my towel, as she seemed to reach up to a higher shelf than she perhaps needed to have done, my eyes wandered again, taking in how shapely her legs were. As she reached higher, her shorts tightened across her perfect ass. My eyes followed them as they rose up her legs slightly to reveal an arc of paler, softer flesh on one side.

Was it my imagination, or did she pause then, just for a second, perhaps knowing exactly where I as looking?

"I'm afraid we do close soon," she reminded me as she turned, and put the towel in front of me, "but I wouldn't mind a few minutes in the gym after I've locked up, if you don't mind me joining you."

I smiled and nodded in agreement, before heading for the changing rooms that Stefani had already pointed out. I undressed quickly, catching sight of myself in the mirror as I stood naked. At twenty eight, I still looked pretty good – even if my tan could do with a bit of a top up, which was one of reasons I was there, in Fuerteventura.

The other reason was that I needed a break, to unwind for a week or two – and this was what the travel agents had come up with at short notice. The only problem so far was that the flight had turned into a long delayed saga, so I'd turned up at the hotel hours late, which was why I was now in the hotel gym, just as it was about to close, hoping to get a few minutes on the machines to help me unwind.

I pulled my gym clothes on quickly, and headed back out. Stefani was already in the gym, working on one of the exercise bikes that stood in two rows along one side of the room. I joined her, climbing onto the bike opposite her and quickly making some changes to the settings. A few minutes later I could feel the tension being washed out of me as sweat began to pour from my body as I worked my muscles hard.

My tee shirt was soon clinging to me. Glancing up, I watched Stefani for a moment. Her shorts had ridden up, and I could see the taut muscles of her suntanned legs, the damp patches on her polo shirt. I took in the way her shirt now clung to her, hugging her breasts, the line of perspiration along her top lip.

She looked up and smiled, catching me looking at her intently. I looked down, fiddling with the settings again, suddenly nervous, conscious of her eyes on me. I shook my head, laughing silently at myself, at my sudden nervy shyness. I looked over at Stefani again as I heard her exercise bike slowing down. She eased to a stop as I watched her for a few moments.

Her chest was rising and falling as she caught her breath, her face flushed and damp with perspiration. She looked at me openly, her eyes raking over my face, then lower. I watched as she walked across the gym towards a matted area. Her shorts had ridden up, leaving part of a pale creamy cheek showing. I felt my cock lurch in my shorts as I watched her ass rocking from side to side. She did a few stretches, then grabbed a towel and wiped her face.

"I'm done now," she called across to me, "but I don't mind waiting if you want a bit longer."

"No," I told her hurriedly, "It's okay – a quick shower and I'll be out of your way."

"There's no rush," she smiled, "You should try a sauna as well, you'll enjoy it, I do."

I peeled my tee shirt off as I crossed the gym, using it to wipe my chest. I looked up and saw Stefani staring at me. She dropped her eyes quickly, and disappeared into the Ladies changing room when she saw me looking across at her. In my changing room, I undressed quickly, and headed for the showers, pausing to switch the Sauna on as I passed. Five minutes later, after a quick shower, I stepped into the sauna, a towel wrapped around my waist.

There were two wide benches in the sauna cabin. I splashed a little water onto the hot stones, and then stretched out on the higher bench, the towel still loosely tied around my waist. I laid on my back, my hands behind my head, my eyes shut as I felt the hot air washing over me.

"Do you mind if I join you? It was so quiet being on my own."

My eyes shot open and I half sat up at Stefani's voice. I hadn't even heard the door open, but there she was, stood in the doorway, a towel wrapped around her.

"No ... no ... of course not," I told her, trying desperately not to stare, not to let my imagination run away with me.

The towel was tied loosely around her, and she had her arm across her chest. I could just see the soft swell of the top of her breasts. The towel ended half way down her tanned thighs. In between, it clung lightly to her curves, to her hips and belly, to the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts. Her shoulders were sprinkled with water were she had showered, while other drips of water followed the contours of her legs. Her hair was held on the top of her head by a clip, leaving her face and neck bare for me to stare at.

It took only a few seconds for me to take all this in, but even then I could feel my cock rising. I rolled quickly onto my front, just catching her knowing glance as she lay down on the lower bench. I rested my head on my arms, turning to face her as she lay down. She looked over as she settled down, the towel still around her. I couldn't help but look down at the way it followed the lines of her back, the swell of her ass.

We talked for a few minutes. Stefani asked me about myself, what I did, how long I was over for, all the usual things. I found out that she was working in the gym for the summer, before heading back home.

After a while she wriggled, and began tugging the edge of the towel from underneath herself.

"You don't mind do you? It's just that it feels so much more refreshing have the heat on you," she said, as she pulled the towel away from her back.

She stayed laying on her front, but now as I looked down I could see the graceful lines of her back, the notches of her spine as they headed downwards. I could see her taut, firm ass, the perfect rounds of her cheeks, the tight cleft between them. I could see the way her body pinched in at her waist, the way it flared out over her hips before tapering back into her long legs. Her skin looked smooth and tanned, her ass just slightly paler than the rest of her. 

I stifled a groan as my cock reacted to her, as I gazed at her gorgeous ass. 

"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked a little too innocently.

We chatted some more, but I couldn't concentrate, my eyes constantly drifting down her body.

The heat built up in the sauna, and I could see the beads of perspiration forming on her back. I watched as one appeared on her shoulder, and then ran slowly onto her back and down her side. She wriggled, making her head more comfortable. She was lying facing me, her head on her arms. As she moved, she lifted herself up a little, just for a second, just long enough for me to catch a glimpse of her full breast.

My eyes travelled down her back again, watching another bead of perspiration, this one travelling down the line of her spine. My cock was painfully hard now, squashed between the wood slats of the bench and my body. I knew she was watching me, but I couldn't drag my eyes away from her – and couldn't help myself from reaching out to her.

I wriggled closer to the edge of the bench, and reached out to trace a line down her back with my finger tip. I ran my finger up and down her back, watching as she shivered with pleasure at my touch. I reached up to the side of her neck, running my fingers down her back, reaching lower, reaching towards the tight cleft between her perfectly rounded cheeks. She sighed, wriggling her ass as my fingers reached lower and lower each time they travelled down her back.

I twisted my body around, my towel getting looser, as I reached over to her ass, her back forgotten for the moment. Her eyes were closed, a faint smile on her face as she rested her head on her arms. Her back arched slightly as she pushed her ass up to meet my hands. I slid the flat of my hand over one cheek, and then the other, my cock rigid under my towel. Her legs moved apart as I slid my hand between them, rubbing my finger tip across her tight puckered hole.

She groaned as I cupped her pussy, her juices flooding onto my hand. And then I was inside her, one finger, then two, reaching inside her warm, wet pussy. We both groaned as I slid my fingers in and out of her, as she pushed back to meet my gentle thrusts, her breathing ragged by now. She opened her eyes and watched as I got up and climbed over her, my fingers never leaving her pussy as my towel fell away, freeing my cock. She watched, her eyes wide, as my long, hard cock bobbed up and down in front of me, as I dropped to my knees at her side.

Stefani's face was flushed now, flushed with the heat and with her, with our, desire. As I knelt by her side, by fingers fucking her hot and willing pussy, my cock jutted out in front of me. With my eyes locked on hers, I reached for my cock, stroking my thick shaft with one hand while I fingered her with the other.

I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers with every thrust. She sighed and wriggled, her ass lifting into the air and pushing against me, as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. I moved faster, one hand a blur along my cock, the other fingering her deeply. She whimpered as her orgasm approached, her breathing harsh. She cried out, almost sobbing with pleasure, as her climax washed through her. She clenched her thighs together, capturing my fingers deep inside her, my hand crushed between her strong legs.

Her body tensed as her pleasure ran its course, then she sagged against the bench, relaxed. Her eyes flew open, staring at my cock inches from her face.

"Yes," she hissed, watching my hand intently.

I rose up on my knees beside her, stroking my cock frantically as my cum boiled in my tight sac. I cried out as I came, as my cum erupted from my cock. The first thick jet flew out and splattered on the wall beside Stefani, but then her hand was on my hip, twisting me towards her, sending the next spurts of cum onto her face and neck.

We laughed afterwards, perhaps at our release, perhaps nervously. Stefani wiped her face and neck with my towel, and then wriggled across the bench to make room for me beside her. Before I could join her, she told me to "Hang on" then watched as she got up, switched the heater off, and pushed the door of the sauna open. Until then, I hadn't realised just how hot it had become. As the cooler air from outside began to wash over us, Stefani came and laid back down, beckoning me to join her.

In those few seconds, as Stefani moved around, I drank in her nakedness, the sight of her flat tummy, her full, firm breasts, her wide, dark nipples. As she lay back down, I stretched out beside her. We both lay on our sides, facing each other, our heads propped up on a hand. I leant forward and kissed her for the first time.

Her lips were soft and moist. I felt her tongue flicking against my lips, then sliding along them. Our tongues caught each other, then danced across each other as our lips pressed together. I felt her hand moving between us, reaching for my cock. She gasped against my mouth as she touched me for the first time, as she felt my cock hardening again already. I reached for her, cupping one breast and then the other, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs.

I dipped my head, easing her backwards a little as I reached for her breasts, kissing first one nipple and then the other, drawing her swollen, sensitive flesh into my mouth. She groaned as my tongue swirled around her, as I sucked harder, drawing her rubbery nipple deeper into my mouth.

After a few minutes, Stefani pushed me onto my back, sliding her body along mine as we kissed again. She straddled me, her hair hanging around us like a veil as she shook it loose. I pulled her to me, kissing her hard as she pressed her body down onto mine, her breasts against my chest, her pussy against my cock. I reached for her ass, caressing her, pulling her to me as she ground her pussy against me. 

I slipped a finger between her cheeks, feeling the dampness where her juices had been flowing. I fingered her puckered hole, feeling her tense a little and then relax and sigh as my finger slipped inside her. She clung to me, her face buried in my neck as she rocked her body against me, her pussy sliding along my hard cock, catching her rubbery clit, my finger just a little way inside her ass, matching her movements. She came quickly, gasping for breath as her climax rocked her body.

She sagged against me, almost embarrassed at how easily she had cum. I held her tight, kissing her, knowing there was more, much more, to come.

After she had got her breath back, she kissed me, a long lingering kiss that in turn left me breathless. As soon as our lips parted, she moved, her body slithering sensually over mine as she turned around. She dropped her knees each side of my head, her breasts dragging across my belly. I groaned as I felt her mouth on my cock for the first time – and then again as she spread her legs further and lowered her pussy towards me.

For the first time I gazed up at her pussy. Her neatly trimmed blonde hair did little to hide the delights behind. I guessed her lips where normally pink, but now they were red and engorged, swollen with her desire. Her clit stood up like a little rubbery button, begging for attention. My eyes moved upwards, towards her tight pink rosebud. I reached around her to rest my hands on her ass, and to pull her onto my hungry mouth and tongue.

She eased down towards me, sighing as I ran my tongue over her clit, then down her pussy and onto her ass, kissing and licking. She rubbed herself against me as I poked at her ass with my tongue, then at her pussy, sucking on her lips before pulling her tight to me and plunging my tongue deep inside her.

Stefani's moans were muffled as she sucked my cock into her mouth. She had been licking along my shaft while I had been licking her pussy, but now the harder I sucked her, the harder she sucked me. She slipped her hand past my balls, feeling for my ass just as I was feeling for hers. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, matching the rhythm of my hips, her body moving to match the thrusts of my tongue, my sucking. 

I eased a finger tip back into her ass, just as she did the same to me. The sauna was heavy with the smell and sounds of sex. My face was drenched with her sweet tasting juices as they flooded from her as her climax built.

She cried out as she came, pushing herself hard against my mouth and tongue, her body rocking wildly as she ground her pussy against my mouth. I thrust my hips upwards, driving my cock into her mouth. She sucked frantically as my cum poured from me, filling her mouth in several strong jets. She turned quickly and kissed me, pushing some of my cum into my mouth with her tongue as our mouths locked together, as she pressed herself against my cock.

We parted breathlessly. Stefani rolled off me and we lay side by side on the bench, catching our breath. We rolled onto our sides and held each other, talking quietly. It seemed like hours before we moved again, but it couldn't have been. Stefani got up, and I watched her ass rocking from side to side as she left the Sauna, coming back minutes later with a wet towel. I could see that she had already freshened up, and now she knelt beside me and washed the dry cum and juices from my cock, smiling to herself as I started to stiffen in her hand.

She lay back down beside me, and we kissed, her hand reaching down between us for my cock. She stroked and pulled on me, my cock reacting immediately. She took my hand and held it to her pussy, already wet with fresh juices.

She started to climb over me, to get off the bench, but I grabbed her hips and slid down between her legs as she knelt up to drive my tongue back into her pussy. When I let her go, she pulled me to my feet, and then led me by my cock from the Sauna and back into the gym.

The gym was in semi darkness, with just a few lights still on. There were no windows, so we couldn't be seen as Stefani led me across the room, stopping only when we reached a bench that was set up at right angles to the wall. It was padded, and must have been a foot or so wide, and five feet long - the first three feet or so were flat, after which it sloped away to the ground.

Stefani let go off my cock, and quickly laid down on the flat part of the bench. She stretched her arms out above her head and grabbed hold of the rail running along the wall. With her eyes on mine, she thrust her breasts upwards, her back arching. She pulled her knees slowly up towards her chest, showing me her pussy and her ass, her juices already running between them. Her eyes locked on mine.

"Fuck me ... now ... fuck me hard ..."

I groaned and stepped closer, my cock jutting out in front of me. She pulled her knees even higher as I leant over her, my cock brushing against her leg. She gasped as my cock touched her pussy, her juices hot against me.

Her eyes dropped to my cock as I hesitated, and then reached down to stroke along my own swollen shaft. I squeezed a drop of pre cum onto my cock head, then leant forward and rubbed it against her clit. She moaned, and pulled her knees even tighter to her chest as I rubbed my cock up and down her wanton slit, down from her clit, then onto to pussy, before pressing against her tight ass.

I slid my cock back upwards, teasing her, almost entering her but not quite, allowing no more than the tip of my cock inside her before rubbing up and down again. She was wriggling under me, demanding more, moaning, her body tensing as I rested my cock against her pussy. She pushed her hips towards me, her back arching. I moved forward, my hands on her hips, the tip of my cock rubbing between her wet lips.

And then I drove my cock deep into her.

Her pussy was tight – gloriously tight. She seemed to hold me, and then drag my cock into her body as her pussy moulded itself around every ridge, every vein, every contour of my throbbing cock. I held my cock deep inside her, holding her hips and pulling her onto me as her pussy squeezed and convulsed around me.




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She slung her legs over my shoulders as I leant forward and sucked on her nipples, as I sucked them hard, one at a time, drawing her rubbery flesh deep onto my mouth. I began to fuck her, sliding my cock into slowly at first, almost withdrawing before driving my cock back deep into her wanton body. 

Stefani was almost sobbing as I fucked her faster, harder, deeper. Her arms were out straight above her head, her knuckles white as she gripped the rail, only her arms stopping me from pushing her against the wall with my ever harder thrusts. Her breasts were taut on her chest, firm and full, swaying each time I slammed into her. Her heels were drumming on my back in time to my cock.

She cried out as she came, as her chest flushed red, as her body tensed as pleasure rippled, then crashed, through her. I slammed my cock into her a few more times as her climax intensified, then slowed down before holding her tight, my cock deep inside her. She clung to me as her body recovered, her face buried in my neck.

It seemed like ages before she moved. I was rocking against her gently, my cock moving slightly. She kissed me, then murmured "your turn." She pushed me away and I stood up, my cock still rigid in front of me. Sitting up, she quickly sucked my cock into her mouth, her hand cupping my balls, still heavy with cum. I thought my cock would explode as her lips slid up and down my shaft, but with a wicked grin she stopped, squeezing the base of my cock to stop me cumming.

Slowly, deliberately, she let my cock slip from her mouth. Then she turned around and straddled the bench, her feet each side of it, her back towards me. Leaning forward, she pushed her ass up into the air. I groaned as I looked down at her ass and pussy, both wet from her juices. She looked over her shoulder at me, mouthing "fuck me". Stepping forward, I drove my cock back between her swollen lips. I grabbed her hips again, holding her tight as I slid into her.

I fucked her hard, driving into her as she pushed back against me, her body rocking, her breasts swaying wildly with every thrust of my cock. I could see her puckered rosebud winking at me as I ploughed into her. I pulled her cheeks apart slightly, my eyes locked on her ass. I slid one hard across her cheek, feeling her pushing back against my finger tip as I scratched lightly across the sensitive skin around her ass. She groaned as I eased a finger inside her, just the tip, then more, fucking her gently, my cock now moving more slowly.

Stefani twisted her head around, the sheer lust in her eyes telling me what I wanted to know. I pulled my cock out of her and quickly placed the tip against her ass. She dipped her hips, changing her position before pushing back against me again. I pressed forward, pushing against her resistance.

Stefani froze as, with an almost audible "pop", the head of my cock disappeared into her ass. I stopped pressing against her, wanting her to get used to the invasion of my cock into her ass. Then only seconds later, she hissed "yesssss", and pushed back again. My cock, lubricated by her juices, slid into her, slowly at first, then faster, and then I was buried inside her, my balls resting against her pussy.

I fucked her slowly, both of us getting used to what we were doing. Stefani reached down for her clit, rubbing herself as I slid into her, starting to move faster as our lust overtook us again. I reached around her, grabbing her breasts, feeling their weight jiggling in my hands as I drove into her.

She cried out as she came, my fingers pinching at her nipples as she toyed with her clit, her fingers slipping in and out of her pussy in time to the pounding of my cock in her ass.

My balls were on fire. She grabbed them as I came, as my cum erupted inside her ass. She squeezed the cum out of me, rubbing my balls against her drenched pussy. I fucked her hard through the first few jets of cum, feeling it spurting inside her, filling her. I pulled my cock out of her, stroking it hard, watching as more arcs of thick cum sprayed onto her ass and back.

I pulled Stefani to me, holding her tight. We rolled onto the mats beside the bench, not caring where my cum was smeared as she rolled onto her back, as I lay over her, kissing her, our mouths meshed together.

We held each other for a long time, enjoying the feel of each other, touching and kissing. Eventually, Stefani led the way back to the changing rooms, and into the showers. I watched as she switched the showers on, and then stepped under the sprays of warm water.

The water cascaded down her body. She swept her hair back, her breasts pushing forward as she tilted her head back. I watched for a moment longer, watching the rivulets of water running down her body, between her breasts, over her belly, onto her pussy, down her legs. She held out her arms to me, and I joined her, holding her as we kissed, as the water ran over us.

I reached behind her for the soap dispenser, and sprayed some gel into my hand. Slowly, I ran my hands over her back, reaching down to her ass, washing my cum from her. I ran my hands over as much of her body as I could reach before turning her around in my arms.

I reached for more shower gel, then smoothed it over her breasts, toying with her nipples before sliding my hand over her belly and down toward her pussy. I knelt down and washed her legs, leaning forward to flick my tongue across her pouting pussy as I ran my hands over every inch of her sexy body.

She pulled me to my feet, and we kissed again, another lingering kiss as our tongues explored eagerly. Then Stefani washed me, slowly, sensually, her hands everywhere. As she knelt in front of me to wash my cock and balls, she looked up, a deliciously sexy smile on her face as my cock hung semi erect in front of her. She slipped one hand between my legs, pushing her finger tip against my ass, as she reached for my cock with her other hand.

She pushed my shaft up against my body, and then ran her tongue along my length. Then she did it again, starting low down on my balls and licking slowly up to the tip. She sucked me into her mouth, her hand stroking along my length as I got harder. 

She held my cock as she stood up, as we kissed, as she rubbed my cock against her clit and pussy. I backed against the wall of the shower. She hooked a leg up onto my hip, and then I was inside her, sliding easily through her wetness until I was deep inside her. I reached around for her ass, lifting her easily as she wrapped her legs around me, as her weight drove my cock still deeper inside her.

With her back against the wall, we fucked slowly, our mouths locked together, her hard nipples pressed against my chest. We came together, our orgasms building slowly from deep inside our bodies before exploding through us with a gush of cum and juices. We clung together until my cock slipped from her. Only then did we finish our shower. Afterwards, we dried each other off, taking our time, before heading back to find our clothes, agreeing to meet in reception.

I dressed quickly, but even so by the time I reached reception Stefani was there waiting. I stopped and stared when I saw her. I had thought she would be dressed casually, but she wasn't. She was wearing a silky black dress. On her shoulders, it was held up by thin straps, while its scalloped edge reached to just above her knees. In between, in clung to her in all the right places.

"Hungry?" she asked, holding her hand out to me.

"And afterwards ....?" I asked, holding my hand out, the key card for my room between my fingers.

With a delicious smile, she took the card in one hand and my arm in the other.........



Unwinding



I wander into your study, seeing you bent over your desk. You've been struggling with a project for an important client, a new promotional strategy, and I know it isn't coming easily. And I know it isn't the only project on your agenda, there is always another one around the corner.

I decide to curl up in the overstuffed armchair in the corner by the fire, content to read as you work away so diligently. For once, I don't have my own deadlines looming, and I feel somewhat guilty watching you work so hard. I wish there was something I could do to help. But I know that the best thing I can do is lend silent support, and give you a warm smile the odd time you raise your head, letting you know that I care for you and understand the pressures of your job, and that I simply enjoy being in your presence.

The wind howls outside and ice pellets strike the window, causing me to snuggle deeper under the afghan, very glad for the warmth of the gas fire and the deep soft pile of the carpet beneath the chair. With the heat of the fire on my face and the lateness of the hour, the words keep blurring on my page, and I find myself nodding off.

I awaken with a start some time later when I hear you push back your chair and groan, and as I open my eyes, I see you stretching widely, head tilted back and eyes closed, arms reaching high.

"Are you finished?" I ask quietly.

"Not quite. Getting there, but I can't think anymore. I need to take a break, move around."

"Want to go for a walk?" I offer this half-heartedly; the blustery winds continue to batter the windows and I'm not that eager to leave my warm nest.

"Oh goodness, no!" You look horrified at the thought. "It sounds awful out there. I want to wake up, not freeze to death! Maybe I'll just go down to the kitchen to get a drink. Want anything?"

"Some ice tea would be nice. Maybe some grapes? But wait, I can go get it."

"No, no, I need to move. And you look so cozy there, you stay."

And so I watch as you pad down the hall, admiring your tall, strong physique as you disappear around the corner. There's no doubt that you're a very attractive man, your frame is tall, lean and solid; you give off an aura of strength and vitality that never fails to excite me. Your face is strong yet expressive, and your eyes....wow... I love your eyes; I could get lost in them and often do. And have I told you how much I love your hands? Those long supple fingers, capable of imparting firm reassurance, a caring squeeze, or a soft sensuous caress. 

Mmmm...my mind starts to wander down that path, as I remember previous times when your hands have slid over my body. My own hand traces a path down my neck as I imagine your touch, and nestles into the V of my shirt. I absently undo another button of my shirt, and I'm lost in the vision of your fingers dipping lower, tracing the outline of my bra over the swell of my breasts. 

My attention comes back into focus as you re-enter the office, carrying two glasses of ice tea with a bowl of grapes balanced precariously on top, and I blush, feeling "caught" in my fantasy.

"Careful" I call out, as I see the bowl starting to slide. I push myself upright in the chair and manage to catch the bowl before it falls into my lap. I put it on the little side table.

"Good catch!" you laugh, handing me a glass of ice tea.

"Thanks. I guess that's one way of waking me up!"

"You should go ahead to bed. You don't have to wait up for me." You look concerned.

"I know. But I like it here. It's cozy. Unless I'm bothering you...." My voice trails off questioningly.

"Not at all! I like the company. And you looked so cute sleeping there; like an angel...with just a hint of drool at the corner of your mouth," you smile teasingly.

"Hey!" I throw a grape at you, bouncing it off your forehead. "I do NOT drool!" I huff indignantly. 

"Oh, of course not!" You feign innocence. "Must have been the firelight dancing on your lips."

"Exactly! That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Now, why don't you pull your chair over here for a bit and share these with me?" I point to the bowl of grapes, and you nod before fetching your chair, rolling it so you're facing me. 

I reach forward and lift your feet into my lap, placing the bowl of grapes on the platform made my your legs. I pop a grape into my mouth, and then take your right foot in my hand, massaging the top of the foot firmly, so as not to tickle. "You've been working really hard. How's the project going?"

I see your shoulders start to drop a bit as my hands stroke you. "Not too bad. I've got all the strategies mapped out. I just have to come up with a stellar summary that ties it all together. But somehow I can't see the forest for the trees."

I move to your other foot, rotating it around your ankle, wincing at the pops and clicks as I work to release some of your tension. "You know, sometimes it helps to take a break. Think about something else for a bit. Your brain will still be working in the background, and when you get back to it, it may all come into focus."

"I know; you're right. But there's so much to get done, I have trouble shifting my attention to anything but work." You sigh, and I see the lines of exhaustion on your face.

I know you are worried about getting everything done. "Well, maybe it would help to switch to a different project for a bit, so you're still working. I know you're juggling several at the same time." I run a hand up the front of each calf, massaging firmly in long strokes, under you pant legs as far as I can reach.

"Mmmm, I suppose. But part of me really needs to be able to put a completed check mark on something on my to-do list." You let out another weary sigh.

I take another grape, munching it slowly before coming to a decision. I put the bowl back on the table and push your feet off of me, so that I can stand. "You know" I say, smiling impishly down at you, "maybe I can help you with the distraction thing." I laugh as I see you arch your eyebrow in curiosity.

I straddle your legs and sit down lightly on your knees, facing you. "What do you think" I ask, as I undo the next few buttons of my shirt slowly, looking into your eyes. "Do you think I can distract you?" As my shirt falls open, I see your eyes dart down and your nostrils flare a bit, before your eyes move back up. You don't seem ready to say anything, and your eyes lock on mine.

I shrug the shirt off my shoulders, letting it slide down my arms and pool on the floor behind me. Then I reach behind my back and unclip my bra, letting out a little gasp of relief as the pressure is relieved and my heavy breasts spill free. I shrug my shoulders again, and push the straps down off my shoulders, then flick the offending garment to the side.

"Mmmm....that feels better" I arch my back a bit, lifting and rolling my shoulders and head, erasing the memory of the elastic bindings. "I know I need the support, but I feel so much freer without that." I continue to look at you as I place a palm under each breast, lifting it away from my body, enjoying their weight, my thumbs idly caressing the sides.

I could swear I see your nostrils flare again, and your breathing deepens, although you still refuse to speak.

"Oh, you're going to be like that, are you? Silent? Well, we have ways of making you talk. Or at least moan" I say with teasing promise.

I'm enjoying the warm heat of the fire on my bare skin, and the contrast in temperature between the side facing the fire, and the side that is facing away. "I quite like this new fireplace you added. It makes your office much more comfortable. And warm enough so you don't need this" I say, as I tug up on your shirt, pulling you forward a bit to slide it up your back. 

You obligingly lift your arms in the air, so I can pull the shirt up over your head. With your arms raised so high, I have to stretch up myself to work the shirt free of your arms, lifting my breasts higher. I clasp my hands high with yours and lean forward a bit, so my nipples brush against your chest, and I close my eyes briefly as a surge of pleasure flows through me, the liquid heat pooling in my groin. I'm always amazed at the direct connection there seems to exist between my nipples and my pelvis. The feel of your chest hairs against my skin sends shivers through me.

I open my eyes again to find you staring at me with darkened eyes, your lips parted and your breath definitely more ragged. I let my eyes very slowly roam your face, sliding from your eyes down over your nose, to your parted lips, glimpsing the sheen of your wet tongue almost quivering behind your teeth. My mouth waters as I imagine our lips joining, our tongues sliding together, and another shiver runs through me. My own breath has become erratic by the time my eyes find yours again. 

I move my face closer, until I can feel your breath against my upper lip, and I whisper "Still focused on that project?" My eyes flit rapidly between your lips and eyes, I'm so anxious to make a connection. 

I see your lips form the word "No," but only some warmth breathe escapes, no sound. I also detect a small but definite shake of your head. "Good" I groan as I fall forward, my breasts squishing against your bare chest and my mouth claiming yours. 

"Ohhhhhhhh," I think, "I need this." 

And I lose myself in the taste and smell and feel of you, inhaling the scent of your face as my warm lips explore yours. My fingers creep up into your hair, curling in there to hold your head tightly as my kiss becomes more urgent. God, I just suddenly want to drink you in! I can't get enough of your mouth, it's as if I want to pull your whole being into me through this kiss, or fall into yours. For a moment, nothing exists but this connection between us, and my need for you is almost painfully sweet.

And then your whole body awakens and I feel your strong arms wrap around me, crushing me to your chest. Tears prickle my eyes as hot desire consumes us both and I squirm against you. I moan in excitement as I feel your hardness pressed up against me through the fabric of our clothes, clear evidence that this need isn't one sided. 

I fumble underneath us, searching for your zipper, eager to find you. I slide back off of your knees for a moment, so I can push my jeans down and off my legs, and watch as you wiggle out of yours even as your remain seated. My eyes widen as I see your cock, already hard and red, pointing up proudly from your lap, and a drop of moisture glistening at the tip.

"Oh God" I mutter. "I want you so badly." And I scramble back over your legs, in a rush to get to you. I hover over you for a moment, looking deep into your eyes, and shudder as I feel your hands slide down my sides, resting on my hips. Oh, how I love the feel of your bare skin on mine. I reach down to find your cock with my hand, holding it straight up as I lower myself down. I have no patience tonight.

I let your cock head brush against me, spreading your oozing cum along my slit, mixing with my juices, making us both slippery. You're still silent, but I see the heat in your eyes and feel it in your hands as you press down on my hips, urging me lower. Biting my lower lip, I slide your cock back a bit, feeling it press against my entrance. 

I love this feeling, this stretch as you move up into me. Here I take it slow, resisting the urge to collapse onto you, wanting to savor the sensation of being opened by you, of flowing around your cock, engulfing you. 

My clit begins to throb in impatient arousal, and I see the same impatience in your eyes. I nod encouragement, and you thrust up quickly with your hips, burying yourself in me. "Ahhhhhhh!" I cry out, feeling a spasm of pleasure as you bottom out inside of me, our pelvises grinding together. I let my weight sink onto you, moving you even deeper, and hold you there, just feeling. Throbbing. I can feel your heart beat as it pulses along your shaft inside of me. I squeeze my muscles, pulling on your cock, testing its fit. So perfect.

I let my breasts sway against your chest as I wriggle in your lap, swiveling my hips, grinding against you. Your hands reach up to cup them, holding their roundness, your eager fingers finding my nipples, aching and hard. I whimper as you roll them between your lips, and throw my head back in delirious ecstasy as you draw one into your mouth. 

I slowly lift myself a few inches, sliding along your cock, then sigh in pleasure as I sink back down. I pull your head up and find your mouth, kissing you deeply as I continue to bob my hips up and down in your lap. I like rotating my hips, feeling you stir inside of me, rubbing all sides, a human mortar and pestle.

Sweat is beading on my chest, trickling between my breasts, making them shiny in the firelight. I grip your shoulders for stability, and increase the pace of my movements.

I welcome your echoing thrusts, the shocks when your pelvis slams up into my clit, send out radiating bursts of pleasure. I try to time my bounces to meet your thrusts, but our movements become awkward as your office chair rolls about on its casters. Try as I might, I can't quite get the satisfaction I crave. 

"Come here" I hiss, sliding off your legs onto the floor in front of the fire, and pulling you on top of me. "Quickly...please...I need you so badly."

I spread my thighs and tilt my pelvis upward, eager to have you back inside. But you, being the brat you are, take your time. I burn as I feel your eyes move over me, and squirm as you crawl slowly up between my legs. I watch as you take your cock in your hand, and draw the head teasingly across my pulsing clit. Another flood of moisture begins to trickle from me.

"Pleeeeaaaaasssse!" I'm begging now, in a near panic. I'm sure my thoughts are clearly visible on my face. I need you to take me. Come inside me. Make me yours. I grip your hips and try to pull you forward.

You're actually chuckling at my frantic pleas, until you see the hunger in my eyes, my need for you, and your laughter crumbles into a moan as you plunge into me with one thrust.

"Oh god, yes" I cry out in approval, hips bucking up to meet you. "So good..." and I become incoherent, moaning and squeaking with each new thrust. We start moving as one, you pistoning inside me, me clenching around you.

"Harder" I moan greedily "More." My fingers grip your shoulders as I rock up into you. I can feel your balls slapping against my ass as you drill into me, feel them tighten, getting ready to shoot deep within me.

I tighten my muscles around you, gripping at your cock with each thrust. So hot. So full. Yes. Right there. I grind up against you as I feel your cock start to spasm with in me.

"Ohhhhhhhh....I'm....ccccuuu..aaaayyyyyyyy." I cry out as I feel your seed jet into me, pushing me over the edge. "Oh God...ohhhhhh." My orgasm seems endless, wave after wave crashing over me, until it finally it begins to subside. I feel you collapse on top of me, our wet chests mashed together, and a series of aftershocks continue to ripple through me as I wrap my arms around you.

We remain this way for what seems like several minutes, hearts thudding against each other, starting to slow as our breathing eases. Once we're no longer panting, we roll apart, facing each other on the carpet in front of the fire.

I reach out to push a lock of hair back off your sweaty brow. "So, did that manage to distract you?" 

You nod and grin back, looking much more relexed. "You certainly know how to help be unwind!"

"Always glad to help out. I'd like to see how you add THAT to your next invoice though." With that, I rise from the floor, and pull you up after me. I kiss you between the eyes. "Now that my duty is done, I'm off to bed. See you there when you're finished?"

"You bet."

I gather up my clothes and blow you another kiss as I pad naked down the hallway towards our bedroom. 

"G'night dear." Oh, the sacrifices I make to support my man!

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Thanks for reading! I didn't intend for her need to become all-consuming when I started this story, it just happened...the story kind of got away from me. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed it! Please take a minute to leave your feedback, it's always appreciated!



Unwinding



Testing the water with my hand, I put the stopper in and started to undress. It had been a long, stressful day, and I felt harried. Pulling the tie around my hair out, I let it fall down to my shoulders. I ran my hand gently through it, then rubbed my scalp vigorously to get some circulation back. I hated having to wear my hair up in a tight bun like that, but that was the dress code. You had to look professional to be professional. Whatever that means, I thought tiredly to myself. 

The room started to steam up, and I realized I forgot to turn the exhaust fan on when I got into the bathroom. Sighing, I flipped the switch and heard the whirl of the blades. Opening the cabinet under the sink, I searched around, pushing bottles and cleaners aside until I found what I was looking for. Unscrewing the cap, I inhaled the soft scent of rose petals. This was my favorite bubble bath, and hard to find, too. 

I bent over the edge of the tub and poured some into the water rushing from the tap. A small mountain of bubbles started to form, spreading over the surface of the water. Putting the bottle back in the cabinet, I turned the tap off, satisfied with the level of the water. I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra, pulling the straps down off my shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. I pushed it into the growing pile of laundry in the corner of the room. "Great, just one more thing I have to add to my list of stuff to get done," I groaned. 

I shimmied out of my panties and added them alongside my bra. Stretching slightly, I arched my back, trying to loosen up some of my tight muscles. I massaged my breasts a little, mainly the undersides where the edges of the fabric seemed to cut into my skin.

Feeling slightly better after removing all my tight, restricting clothing, I stepped gratefully into the hot bath. I let out a long, low moan as I slowly lowered myself into the hot water, the bubbles tickling my bare skin. God, that felt good! I was so glad that we got a custom tub when we moved into the new house. I could actually enjoy my bath and completely submerge myself in the water with no problem. 

No knees poking out of the water, or having to bend your legs to fit in the tub. Sometimes I would soak for hours, that's how good it was. There was even plenty of room for someone else to fit in with me. I smiled, thinking of the last time he was in the tub with me. Jacob didn't usually like taking baths, or, God forbid, soaking in the water. He thought that was a bit girly. Although he didn't mind very much when he was in the tub with me. 

My hands trailed slowly down my sides, to my hips. I massaged myself slowly, going upwards towards my shoulders, paying particular attention to my abs. I thought I might have overdone it a little at the gym this morning, as my abs still hurt. I rubbed them tenderly, then went higher, working on my breasts. Almost immediately, my nipples went stiff under the soft caressing of my hands. Kneading the soft flesh, and surrounded by the enveloping warmth of the water, I let my thoughts drift. The last trip I went on flashed through my mind's eye, and I concentrated on it. 

******

I had just gotten off the plane, and my friend was waiting in the terminal, with my bags in tow. "Already? Wow, that was quick. I'm used to having to wait at least a half hour, if not longer to get my luggage back." I smiled at him, and slid the strap of my duffel bag off his shoulder and onto mine, lessening his load. He gave me a quick, awkward one armed hug, and we walked towards the car. 

After we loaded the luggage into the trunk, we drove off the lot and into the small line of traffic waiting to get out of the airport. I let my head fall back against the cushioned headrest. I was so glad to get off that plane. I had flown many times, but long flights still took it out of me. I slept the rest of the drive to his place, but Jacob didn't mind. He let me take my nap. It seemed like hours later when he gently shook me awake. "Wake up, Liz, we're here." He told me softly. I blinked sleepily at him for a moment, then stretched. "Okaaaay..." I said, stifling a yawn. 

Pushing open the door, I stumbled to the trunk and began pulling out my bags. Jacob went to help me, and we walked towards the front of the house. Unlocking the door, he held it open for me to go in, and followed afterwards, closing and locking the door. I dumped my bags on the floor, then rummaged around through my duffel bag, looking for my little travel bag that had my toiletries in it. 

"There it is," I yawned, pulling it out of the tangle of clothing. "Where do you want to put these?" Jacob asked me, still holding the rest of my bags. "Oh, you can just leave them there for now, it's not going to hurt. All I want to do is brush my teeth and go to sleep." I mumbled. He placed the bags down next to the others. "Well, the bathroom is upstairs, and my room is right across from it, unless you want to sleep in the guest room again." I wrinkled my nose. "No thanks. I don't mind sleeping on an airplane, but I think it might be pushing it for the air mattress right now." I said, grinning a little. 

He nodded to me, then disappeared into the kitchen. He probably hadn't eaten before picking me up, I thought, shaking my head. Climbing up the stairs, I saw the bathroom door was open, and detected a whiff of chemicals. Some kind of cleaner, I thought, my smile widening. He must have tried cleaning up earlier, when he found out I was coming over.

I pushed the door open wider, then pulled my toothbrush out. Once I finished washing my face and brushing my teeth, I wandered into Jacob's bedroom. "This is more like it," I laughed. It seemed as if Jacob had attempted to clean his entire place, but of course, didn't manage to clean his room. Dirty clothes were strewn about the floor, empty soda bottles on the desk by his computer, and papers covered his nightstand and the unoccupied spaces of his desk where the plastic bottles weren't covering it. 

I cleared a path among the clothes to get to his bed, then picked the clothes off his bed and threw them on the floor. "Men. For some reason, they just can't keep their own rooms clean. Unless, of course, a woman does it for them," I mused, laughing softly to myself. Stripping my clothes off except the underwear (I hated sleeping in a bra), I put them in a small pile on the floor separate from Jacob's. I didn't want to lose them in his mountain of laundry on the floor.

The sheets, at least, looked clean, and I was grateful that he had done that one small thing, even if he didn't clean the rest of his room. Lifting up the covers, I crawled inside, pulling a pillow towards me. I buried my face in the soft, fluffy pillow, and inhaled. I could smell a light trace of Jacob's aftershave, and the more natural masculine scent of him. I groaned slightly, then stretched out, lying on my belly, and fell asleep. 

******

Jacob climbed back up the stairs after having finished his sandwich, and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. He saw the little bag of toiletries lying near the sink, and smiled. It was good to have Elizabeth visit again. It had been a long time since her last visit, and he could barely remember that one. She had to leave early, because of something happening at her job that they couldn't take care of without her. He knew she was disappointed, but still she left. Her job meant a lot to her. 

After he finished brushing his teeth, he went into his room, looking around to see where she had got to. "Already in bed. She really must have been tired," he said softly to himself, then pulled his shirt off and threw it to the floor. He kicked off his shoes, then dropped his pants, stepping out of them. In his boxers, he slid carefully between the sheets, so he wouldn't wake Elizabeth. 

When his naked thigh touched her warm body, she moaned slightly, then turned over onto her side, facing him. He gasped softly at the view before him. She wasn't wearing anything! She moved again, and he felt the velvet fabric of her panties rub against his leg. Ok, almost nothing, he thought, correcting himself. He groaned, looking back up at her breasts. The swayed slightly with her breathing, one lying on top of the other. One arm was tucked under her pillow, the other just beneath those beautiful breasts. 

Her nipples were slightly hard, the skin of her areolas slightly puckered, but it wasn't cold in the room. He tried really hard not to think of other reasons for them to react like that. He could feel his cock stirring slightly in his boxers. Shit! That was the last thing he needed. At least she was asleep, he thought desperately. Tearing his eyes from the sight of her naked skin, he growled, trying to control his rushing hormones. He layed down on his stomach, pressing his growing erection into the soft mattress.

Forcing his muscles to relax, he tried to go to sleep. He was tired from the last minute cleaning he had done before picking Elizabeth up, and the long drive to and from the airport. He felt himself start to drift asleep, then he felt the mattress dip slightly as Elizabeth shifted unconsciously in her sleep, moving closer to him. His muscles tensed and he nearly jumped out of bed when he felt one of her arms go over his back, and a leg pushed gently between his. She snuggled closer to him, head on his shoulder, warm breasts pressed against his arm. 

Trying to breath evenly, he thought desperately of a way to get out of her grip without waking her. Nothing came to mind. His fully erect cock pulsed painfully beneath him. This was going to be a long night, he thought helplessly.

******

Despite Jacob's difficulties, he finally managed to drift uncomfortably to sleep. He dreamed of the woman beside him, of the things he'd love to do with her, if she were willing. She's your friend, his mind whispered to him. He didn't want to ruin their relationship because he did something stupid. Dreams, though, dreams were not real, and it wouldn't hurt for him to dream about Elizabeth, and the forbidden fruits of her luscious body. In his mind, she was lying beside him in bed, but awake, the covers pulled back so he could see the full glory of her naked body. 

She was completely naked, her panties gone, and he could see a shimmer of something between her thighs. His cock twitched. He was bare ass beside her, and she wanted him. She looked down at his rigid cock, and smiled at him. 

Spreading her legs, Elizabeth let him see just how wet she was. A slick coat of clear liquid covered her netherlips, trailing down her pussy, and smeared against her inner thighs. Jacob groaned, and his cock twitched again as she opened her legs to him, revealing her sweet treasure. He moved tentatively closer to her, wary of his bouncing cock, and reached out a hand to cup one of her breasts. It was soft and warm, and he could feel the weight of it in his hand as he lifted it up, and started massaging it. She moaned, arching her back, pushing against his hand. Bending his head, he gently took the hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. 

Her hand gripped him, stroking his hard member, and he bucked his hips slightly. Releasing her breast, at least from his hand, he caressed the rest of her body. Moving down her taut stomach, he stopped just below her belly button, surprised. The skin beneath his fingers was completely smooth. She had shaved. He groaned, then started sucking harder on her nipple until she cried out, and her hand began moving faster on his shaft. Continuing his downward trail, he let his hands go further down her body, enjoying the smooth feel of her freshly shaven pussy. He stopped again when he reached her clit. She was extremely wet, some of her desire having overflowed onto her clit, giving him plenty of natural lube to work with. 

He let her nipple go, and it came out of his mouth with a pop. Jacob started stroking her clit in slow circles, while he stared up at her face. Her eyes were half lidded, looking back at him through a haze of lust, still pumping his cock in her hand, slowly this time. He teased her clit a little more, then let his fingers glide down between her soaking wet lips, probing gently at her tight hole. She whimpered, lifting her hips towards him, wanting him to insert his fingers all the way inside her. He obliged happily, and plunged his index and middle finger deep inside her, feeling the walls of her vagina stretching slightly to accommodate him. 

Her pussy clenched around his fingers, sending a wave of warm liquid cascading on his already sopping wet fingers. Man, she was really wet, he thought. A tendril of understanding crawled through his sleeping brain, and he realized she felt way too wet for this to still be a dream. 

******

Slowly, he opened his eyes, his brain still sleep fogged, half afraid of what he might see. He had flipped over on his back, Elizabeth's leg propped up against his thigh, her hand slowly stroking his cock, which had popped out of his boxers. His hand was buried in her panties, fingers deep inside her. When he looked up at her, he was slightly shocked that her eyes were open. She looked back at him, blinking sleepily. He had no idea how long she had been awake, but he must have started touching her while she was still asleep. 

Jacob thought she would have woken up and stopped him, if that was the case, but maybe she was having a dream similar to his... Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of her, his face hot. "What did you stop for?" she mumbled, still stroking his cock. "God, Liz, I'm so sorry, I didn't...didn't mean to.." he stuttered, but she leaned over and kissed him softly, stopping his halting apology. He hesitated, then kissed her back, pushing himself up off the bed a little. She grabbed his still wet hand and placed it back onto her very damp panties. 

"Don't stop. Please..." She almost begged him, pressing her body closer to his, her other hand still firmly holding his swollen cock. Jacob moaned when he felt her squeeze him, then release, and squeeze again. He growled, "God, woman, you're driving me nuts!" then gently pulled her hand off him and shook his hand free of her grasp.

She looked at him, almost as if she was going to cry, thinking he was going to leave, but as soon as he got up he pushed her back down on the bed, peeled her soaked panties off, and placed himself to where his body partially covered hers, his erect penis poking her in the thigh. A smile lit up her face when she realized he wasn't leaving, and he shook his head, a grin to match her own on his. "You are...incredible," he breathed, then swooped down to kiss her again, harder this time, his tongue searching. 

She opened her mouth wider, pushing her tongue into his mouth in response, her hips arching off the bed slightly. He put his hand back on her wet mound, stroking her slit, the edge of his hand rubbing against her clit. She moaned in his mouth, thrusting her hips with each stroke. He ground his cock into her soft, fleshy thigh, his hand working between her legs, then he pushed two fingers inside her, stroking her inner walls. She bucked hard against him, but he held on to her tightly, stroking her faster, his thumb working on her clit. 

"Ooohh, Jacob...that's....that's tooo much..." she cried out, the sensations flooding her. He pulled his lips away from hers, grinning wolfishly. "It's never too much," he whispered, holding her tightly, increasing the speed of his strokes. Elizabeth moaned louder as his talented fingers worked on her, and she felt her climax building at an amazing speed. She tried pushing his hand away, but he wouldn't allow it. 

Instead, he shifted his body so he could pin her down better, his fingers still moving inside her. She bucked beneath him, moaning constantly, unconsciously fighting against her own orgasm. "Let it go, baby, just let it go...," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive hairs at the back of her neck. She whined, pressing against his hand. "Come on, Elizabeth, cum for me, let it out." He growled, his cock as hard as ever, pulsing against her leg. 

Her arms wrapped around his chest, holding on for dear life as she felt her orgasm ripping out of her, making her body spasm beneath him. He kept stroking her, drawing out her climax, feeling her juices pouring out of her pussy, her inner muscles squeezing his fingers. Slowly, the waves of her orgasm subsided, but still he kept stroking her, this time more slowly. "What are you doing...oohh," she gasped, as he pushed his fingers deep inside her, thrusting his hand back and forth hard and fast, sending her spiraling towards another orgasm. "Jacob...!!" She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand, her second orgasm imminent. He pulled his fingers out just as she was on the brink of cumming, and she cried out desperately. 

Before she could say anything, he climbed on top of her, positioning his legs on either side of her body. He looked questioningly at her, and she nodded furiously, her hands clenching the blankets tightly in her fists, hips raised in the air invitingly. Jacob needed no further invitation. Guiding the head of his cock to her swollen lips, he gently pushed himself inside her, going as slowly as he could so he wouldn't hurt her. Elizabeth wasn't going to have any of that after what he just did. She thrust her hips upward towards him, taking him all the way inside her in one swift motion, making him gasp. 

Groaning, he pressed his body close to hers, thrusting in and out of her, feeling her trembling against his body. He knew she was close. Purposefully, he made each stroke slow and deep, building up his own orgasm, making Elizabeth thrash beneath him, obviously wanting to cum very badly herself. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could take some of his weight off her, and began thrusting faster into her, the slick walls of her pussy molded to his cock. She cried out, lifting her own hips in response to his increased speed, thrusting her hips forward to meet his own. He bent his head down to kiss her briefly, his tongue darting inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness.

Moaning, she stopped moving, her body tense as her second orgasm tore through her body, her pussy clenching tightly against his cock, triggering his own orgasm.He groaned as he felt even more of her hot juice pour out of her, surrounding his rock hard cock, and held himself tight against her, buried as far as he could go inside her tight pussy, letting her inner muscles milk him. Thick loads of cum shot out of his cock, mixing with her own fluids. 

He collapsed onto his back, not wanting to put all his weight on her, but taking her with him as he went down, flipping her around so she layed on his stomach. They held each other tight, letting the aftershocks of their orgasms wash over them. Jacob's cock slowly began to shrink, but stayed inside her, and she made no move to get up. She smiled at him. "Thank you, Jacob. That was...awesome. I am never going to forget this night." She purred. A tired, but happy grin was on his face, and he kissed her forehead. "Neither will I sweetheart, neither will I." he answered softly. They both fell asleep, curled up in each other's arms. 

******

Fixing in my mind the moment Jacob began to caress me while we both slept, I began to pound my fingers inside me furiously, so close to cumming as it was, thinking about the night I had shared with Jacob, and what we did for the rest of my visit. Moaning, I arched my hips, making the water splash around me as I thrashed inside the tub, my climax consuming me. 

After my orgasm had subsided a bit, I slid my fingers out of my slick pussy, gently rubbing my clit and outer lips. I looked up suddenly as I saw a shadow fall over me. It was Jacob, standing before me while I sat naked in the tub. Obviously he had been watching me while I was pleasuring myself, his rock hard erection sticking out away from his body, and I could see it wave around slightly with each pulse of his blood. I grinned, spreading my legs so he could join me, and he most definitely took me up on my offer.



Unwinding



She lay awake. Unable to sleep. She felt restless. The night was warm. She lit a candle - that would help her unwind. The glow cast a warm light over the bed. 

She removed her t-shirt. Too warm for clothes. She looked down at her body. Her naked breasts were soft, her nipples pert. The glow from the candle danced over her pale skin. She touched her left nipple gently, rolling it between her fingertips. She smiled to herself. She ran her finger under her left breast. She enjoyed how it tickled. She clasped the breast in her hand, squeezing it, massaging it. 

Moving her hand down her stomach, over the soft curves. Following her hand with her eyes. Skimming over her white lacy knickers, feeling the warmth and slight dampness through the fabric. Gently pushing her right thigh to one side she ran her fingers down the inside of the thigh and back up again, following her fingers with her eyes. She was beginning to feel aroused. Carefully she traced down her vaginal lips, through the soft fabric of her underwear. So sensitive and delicate. As she touched and caressed she let her thighs open and relax. 

Carefully she slid her fingers under the knickers, feeling the soft hairs, surprised at how damp she had become. She slid her hand down the front of her knickers toying with the lips, gliding over her clit. She slid her middle finger inside her. She tilted her hips upwards to allow her finger to slide in. So warm, so damp. Bringing her hand back she circled her moist finger around her clit. With her left hand she cupped her right breast. Her breathing slowed - it was deeper as she became more aroused. As she circled her clit with her finger, she could feel it growing slightly becoming more sensitive. 

Her hand was restricted. She wriggled out of her knickers. Her inner lips were damp and sticky She gently stroked them with her fingers. Back and forth, sometimes up to her clit to tease all the while the candlelight softly playing over her pale skin. 

She watched her fingers twirl. Her movements changed, they were becoming faster as she became more aroused. Sliding her finger inside, teasing at the entrance, tightening her muscles around the tip of her finger. It felt so sensitive, so arousing to stimulate herself. She began to move her hips up and down, still keeping her finger at the entrance. Her breathing became faster as she became more excited. So damp, so tight, so aroused. 

Using her right hand she rolled her index finger around her clit -fast and firm. With her left hand she pulled her lips up to expose her clit. She gave a gasp as a shudder passed through her body. Sliding her finger in, building a rhythm, becoming damper, warm and aroused. Tightening her muscles around her finger, rubbing her clit faster and firmer. She could feel her vagina begin to pull her in, her clit grow and respond to the pressure. 

Her mind was elsewhere, a series of images and feelings from previous days. Touches, caresses, all floating around in her subconscious. Teasing her body with the thought of what might have been. The arousal was growing now, her body beginning to twitch and shudder. Her breathing deep. It felt so frustrating - she wanted more, much more. The images growing stronger now, the sensations taking over. Another deeper shudder, another twitch, a gasp, a moan. 

Using one hand to switch between sliding in, and exposing her clit, the sensations grew. She spread her thighs as far they would go, the feelings from her clit intense. She wanted to cum, she wanted to release. She could feel it building. The sweet tingling she could feel before an orgasm starting. 

Sliding a finger in, the stimulation mixing with the intensity of the tingling. That was enough, with a gasp she arched her back, shuddering, tensing, twitching, the muscles inside pulling her finger further in, the intensity of the orgasm creating strong sexual images in her mind. She continued to rub her clit, the orgasm continuing, the tension maintained. So intense and strong. With a final sigh she relaxed. The orgasm was fading now but she was still twitching. 

She continued to rub her clit, gently, slowly. Her mind clearing now. Her body unwinding. She watched the shadow of her legs from the candlelight on the wall and wondered how she could capture the post orgasm glow. After a while she became cold. She didn't need the restriction of underwear, so she covered herself with the duvet, blew out the candle and fell into a relaxed, clear minded sleep.



Unwinding After a Long Day



I work long hours during the day and often come home to an empty house with lots of time to unwined before my husband and son come home. I am a young mother of one, having Rick when I was all of seventeen years old. I have kept my young figure and love it when my son, who is on the high school football team, has all of his jock friends over. Often times I am the center of attention, as I am still the knock out blonde that I was in my teens. 

After another long day at work, I arrived home exhausted. The first thing I did was open a bottle of wine and poor myself a glass. Two to three glasses later I was feeling pretty good . Then the doorbell rang. It was one of my oldest son’s best friends looking for him to go out for the evening. Damien was a senior on the football team and had a very athletic and strong body. I was surprised to find myself getting wet just looking at him. But there I was, getting turned on by my son’s best friend. 


I told him that my son was not home yet but he could make himself comfortable if he wished. He obliged and I opened the door for him. He then sat on the couch, never taking his eyes from me, and turned on the TV. After some small talk, I went to the kitchen for some more wine. My panties were now getting wet from watching him take in my curvaceous body, my 36D breasts, and my long blonde hair. His erection that he was trying to hide was growing, along with his confidence to sweet talk me.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt two strong hands feeling up my ass. Before I could think, my short skirt was up over my waist and there was one finger stroking my now hot, wet pussy, and another finger probing my anus. He pushed himself against me. My resistance was useless as my hunger for sex soon took over. I let him do what he wished, even though I knew my son and my husband would be home soon. 

He began to play with my huge tits through my pink skimpy sleeveless t-shirt. I reached down and messaged the bulge in his crotch through his tight fitting jeans. All of a sudden, I felt my panties fall to the floor. I knew what was coming next. In the next moment, his pants and his boxers were off so quick I didn’t even see it happen. Then, he finally let turn and face him. He kissed me fast and hard, darting his tongue into my hot mouth. By this time, I was showing no resistance at all and was in fact encouraging him to continue. I fell to my knees and took his huge shaft into my mouth and proceeded to suck his hardening cock, gagging on the first stroke. After he was good and hard, forced me to my feet. I bent over and he began to fuck me doggy-style. He was hardly gentle, pounding my pussy so hard that it hurt at first. 

I must not have heard them come in, because I looked up to see two more of my son’s friends, Kim and Tanya, by the kitchen door, with a look of shock on their faces.

One a blonde and the other a burnet, they were both hot, with large breasts and gorgeous bodies. Tanya was beautiful oriental girl, and was obviously aroused by what was happening. I was about to cum and couldn’t stop fucking Damion’s huge cock despite the fact that I knew better. 

Tanya, reached over and started squeezing Kim’s nipples. She squirmed at the touched. Soon they were locked in a passionate kiss and were quickly naked and on the floor in a sixty nine position. Then, of all things, my son Rick came in. With a huge grin on his face he took out his cock and sat on one of the kitchen chairs and began stroking himself. After five minutes of this, he knelt down beside Tanya, who was fucking Kim’s soaking pussy with her tongue. He forced his dick into Tanya’s little mouth and fucked her face. I was so excited that I had another orgasm. Damien said he wanted to fuck my ass so I let him. It felt sooo good. My son had had enough and needed a fuck. He took his rod out of Tanya’s mouth, told Kim to get on all fours, and entered her hot love hole.

Kim was stilling licking and sucking Tanya’s swollen clit, and it was not long before all three came. 

Then, my husband finally came home. At first he could not believe what he was seeing, but then he started to become intrigued and even aroused. He reached down and started masturbating his penis. Soon he too was naked and looking to get a good fuck. 


My husband, Rex, took Tanya and forced her up against the frig. He entered her and fucked her hard. After he came, it didn’t take him long to get hard again and started to fuck Kim from behind. Kim began to scream and yell that she needed to be fucked up the ass. Rex had no problem with this and gave her anus a good pounding. Kim was sucking my son’s cock while getting her ass fucked by his father. It was too much for me to watch and I came with several more orgasms while Damien shot his hot juice up my ass. My son and my husband came all over Kim’s face and tits, and Tanya hungrily licked it all up. 

When we were done, I cooked dinner and we relaxed from all the activities. We then fucked each other all night.   



Unwinding After Work



John Harrison had not enjoyed the best of days at work. His boss had been acting like a tyrant, he'd spilled coffee on his shirt, the sandwich shop got his order wrong and sent him Ham instead of Turkey. He wanted to get home, open a beer and relax. He walked in the three bedroom apartment he shared with his daughter, Penny, and there it was.

On the couch, nearly naked, with a naked girl on top of her, was Penny. They were quite obviously having sex. Moans and whimpers filled the apartment as John watched the debauched scene before him.

"Ahem!" John said, clearing his throat. He seemed to startle the two girls, who sat up quickly. His daughter covered herself, but seemed to have a somewhat-cavalier attitude about it all. The other girl did not, she was quite obviously terrified at being exposed.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God" she kept repeating, over and over, wringing her hands and shaking.

Penny sighed. "Cool it Nicole, we're both over eighteen." She turned to her father and smiled. "Hi Daddy. You came home early."

John looked at his daughter. "Bad day. Is that all you have to say? No explanations for your actions?" He always found Penny's cool-under-pressure attitude somewhat puzzling.

Penny sighed, her chest - barely covered by her pink "Daddy's Girl" T-shirt - heaved. "Daddy, I'm over eighteen. I can have sex with whoever I want. I've had sex before, I plan to have it again. Nicole's ... well daddy, just look at her!"

John did look, he took a good, long, hard look at his daughter's playmate. The girl was stunning, striking, truly beautiful. Long dark hair, cocoa-brown skin and beautiful eyes. Her legs were long and sleek, she had a neatly-trimmed pussy. She was model-caliber, his daughter had exquisite taste. "I didn't know you were into girls baby, but you should have been more discreet!" He turned towards Nicole. "As for you, young lady ... "

Nicole's beautiful face broke out into a panicked look. "Oh please, don't tell anyone that I like girls. I like your daughter, but I could get into real trouble. My family wouldn't understand, I'd never hear the end of it. Please don't tell, please don't tell! I'll do anything!"

John thought it over for a minute. "My daughter and I will have to work things out between us. But as for you ... you'll do anything?" Nicole nodded at him. "Do you like boys sexually?" She nodded again.

"Well dear, if I can join you, I wouldn't be able to say anything, would I? I mean, if I was part of your illicit little tryst, I'd have to keep my mouth shut too!" Nicole looked over at Penny and then back to Penny's father.

"You'd really fuck your own daughter?" Nicole asked in total shock. John grinned and nodded. "She's already proven to be a lezzie slut, why not just add to her depravity? My daughter is quite obviously a tramp, so I have no problems giving her the cock she so obviously needs and enjoying you in the meantime" Penny smiled at her father. 

"What makes you think I'd agree to anything like that Daddy?"

"Because, my dear little girl, as you have pointed out, you are over eighteen. I can kick your whorish ass out of here. Where the fuck do you think you'd live?"

Penny looked down at the floor and Nicole knew they were beaten. "Okay." Nicole said, fearing the worst.

John looked over at his sexy daughter and she repeated, "Okay."

He smiled and told the girls "Lose the clothes." The girls obeyed and John said next "Bedroom."

They padded into the bedroom and John noticed the rounded perfection of Nicole's ass. Smooth and soft, round, fuckable. Not that his daughter was hard on the eyes, he thought. She had her mother's long chestnut hair and grapefruit-sized tits. She was nearly as tall as he, at 5'10' and a lean 135. Penny was an athlete, so she was toned and he figured she'd met Nicole through athletics, as she was pretty sleek too. He was curious to know how long the girls had been lovers, but that could wait for another time.

"How far along had you two gotten?" John asked Penny, who smiled slyly at the question.

"We'd just started, why?" Penny wanted to know.

"I want you two to put on a hot show for me, dear. Do you have any baby oil in your room? Do you own any sex toys?" Penny nodded yes to both questions. She had a lot of sex toys and had been hoping to use some of them on Nicole very soon. She'd been anticipating seeing Nicky writhe, scream, moan at the invasion of her body by Penny's favorite toys.

John smiled with a broad grin. "Go to your room and get them. I will get acquainted with Nicole for a minute." Nicole was still a bit afraid, but she didn't think Penny's dad would hurt her. She hoped not, but what could she do?

Penny did as she was told and John crooked his finger towards Nicole and she came over to where he sat on the edge of the bed. She still seemed terrified to the older man. "Calm down," he said with a reassuring smile. "No one will be hurt, who knows, you might even enjoy yourself." Her beautiful dark eyes seemed to soften at that. "Now, my beautiful girl, why don't you kiss me?"

Nicole decided to relax and go with the flow. After all, she wasn't a virgin and John was attractive, in a rugged, older-man kind of way. His sandy hair was still thick, he was nicely built and there was a twinkle in his green eyes that reminded her of Penny. She kissed him, softly and let her tongue run across his lips. He was a good kisser, she thought. With a naughty smile, she wondered if he was good at eating pussy? His daughter sure as hell was!

John reached out and cupped one beautiful brown breast. He leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth. "Oooh, that's nice!" Nicole cooed as Penny came back into the bedroom. She watched her daddy and her pretty lover together, they looked so hot!

Penny had brought the baby oil and a few toys with her, she joined the couple on the bed. "Girls, why don't both of you undress me, seeing as the two of you are already naked?" John said, nearly leering. Both girls grinned and did as they were told.

John's shirt and pants and boxers were tossed cavalierly from the bed until he was as naked as the beautiful teenagers. "I want both of you to kiss my cock!" he commanded. The girls stretched out until they were hovering over his shaft and took it between them. Nicole's lips were like butter as she licked up and down, while his depraved daughter sucked his balls into her mouth. John felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Their techniques were very different, but complimented each other perfectly. 

When his wife had left 5 years ago to "find herself", John thought his sex life was over. He didn't care if the bitch stayed "lost", he'd never had sex this fun and kinky when Michelle was around. Even in the early days of their marriage, Michelle seemed to look at sex as a chore. Their daughter was a depraved, wanton slut and it thrilled John immensely.

Neither of the girls was a stranger to a hard cock, John could tell. Nicole was amazing at giving head, but his little girl wasn't far behind. The two frenched and licked his shaft between them, sharing gentle kisses from time to time. The beauty of their play excited him.

"Ooh, Mr. Harrison, you've got a nice, big cock. So big, so yummy! I can't wait to feel it in my hot little pussy!" Nicole was really getting into this, he could see the outer lips of her pussy were glistening, the labia almost beckoning for him to come and fuck her, fuck her hard!

John was so excited, he thought he'd better slow down. He didn't want to cum just yet. "Okay girls, that'll be enough for now." Nicole and Penny sat back up on their haunches. "What next Daddy?" Penny asked. John thought he saw an excited gleam in her green eyes.

"I want you and Nicole to use the baby oil and cover each other's bodies with it, all right?" That thought seemed to excite both of his playmates and they gladly obeyed, rubbing each other with a bit more "tease" to excite their older lover. Penny started at Nicole's feet, worked up her calves, long legs and stroked her dark pussy. Penny worked her hands in small circles all over Nicole's seductive body until her dark flesh was glistening.

Nicole's hands were equally adept at extracting pleasure. She did the opposite of Penny, started at her shoulders and worked down, running her hands all over Penny's body, streaking her fingernails across Penny's heated flesh, fully aware of John's lustful gazes on their illicit loving.

Penny's hands were all over her lover, pulling and tugging Nicole's nipples until they stood out like taut little buds. From the way that Nicole was "oohing" and "aahing", Penny must have skilled hands, John thought to himself. The cries of "Ooh, Nicky, that's so good!" let her father know that Penny was quite pleased at the dark girl's ministrations as well. She cooed and moaned at the sexy black girl as her hands rubbed in little circles, then up and down, all over her tingling flesh. John's cock hadn't been this hard in his entire life.

John could hear the girls getting more excited. Their breath was coming in ragged gasps. It was time to move on to the next phase of their sex play. "Who is the one who did the seducing?" Penny raised her hand. He grinned. "I should have known. You really are a depraved little slut. All right, come over here." Penny scooted next to her hard-dicked father. He handed her a dildo from the small pile on the bed. 

"I want you to strap this on baby, and fuck the shit out of her, okay?"

"Yes Daddy!" Penny said excitedly.

Nicole wiggled her brown ass at her lover, indicating she wanted Penny to fuck her doggy-style with the fake cock. Intent on pleasing Nicky, Penny did as she was asked. The girls were so lubricated from their love-play and the oil, the dick slid into Nicole's wet cunt with ease. Penny began to rock her hips back and forth, pumping the cock into her girlfriend's pussy, making Nicole squeal with delight.

"Fuck, that's it Pen, do me, do me you lezzie slut, give me that cock, give it to me like a cunt-crazy, lezzie queer! Fuck me, fuck that hot pussy, fuckfuck, fuck meeeee!!" The words escaped from Nicole's mouth with apparent ease and that inflamed the gorgeous brunette, who fucked her harder. Nicole's dark skin glistened from the oil and light of the bedroom and John thought again how gorgeous she was.

John reached over to the pile on the bed and became an active participant. He got one of his daughter's vibrators and slid it into the tight ring of Nicole's ass. She screamed out.

"Oh, fucking god, that's good! Fuck me, fuck my ass and pussy!" Nicole cried out at the dual invasion of her ass and cunt. "Oh fucking God, this is so good, so fucking kinky, I love it, oohh Penny, Mr. Harrison, I fucking love this!"

John held the vibe steady and moved it in and out of the girl's ass while his daughter plowed her pussy with the fake cock. From the grimace on Nicole's face, he could tell the girl was close to a climax.

John leaned over and whispered in her ear "Want to cum sugar?" She yelled "FUCK, yes!"

He laughed. "Then CUM, my dear!" He felt her explode around the vibrator and the cock his daughter was manipulating into her pussy. Nicole collapsed into a heap on the bed, but she wasn't done yet.

"Nicole ... " She looked up at her lover's father. "You can't be selfish. I think we should help Penny have an orgasm now, don't you?" She nodded at John and Penny let out an excited little squeal. Nicole was so good at pleasuring her and the addition of her father to the kinky loving was bound to be wonderful. 

"I want to do it a different way Daddy, is that okay?" John gave his approval with a tacit grin.

"Nicky, put the dildo on and lay back, I want to ride you. I want to see your beautiful face Nicky, you're so gorgeous!" Nicole smiled at her lover's compliment and did as she was told.

Penny moved her lanky body on top of the dildo and turned around and gave her father a long, open-mouthed kiss. "Daddy, please play with my tits and rub my clit while I ride Nicky, okay? I love having that done to me!" John smiled as he complied with Penny's request.

"Sure thing, baby."

Penny began to ride the fake cock, which made it rub against Nicole's clitoris, exciting her yet again and causing her pussy to become drenched. Penny's cunt tightened around the dildo as her depraved father fondled her body, his fingers strumming her clit as she impaled herself on the large, rubber prick.

"Ohh God, this is wrong, but good, oh, so FUCKING good!" Penny moaned. She looked over at her father and at Nicole, who both obviously agreed with her. The looks on their faces were those of erotic bliss.

Riding the big dildo, Penny's toes curled as her own orgasm was imminent. "I'm gonna cum Daddy, Nicky, oh Goddd, I'm gonna cum!" Just as she began crying out, John slid the vibrator against his daughter's clit, which took her over the edge.

"GODDAMM!!"

Penny collapsed in a heap on top of her ebony girlfriend, panting and trying to regain her breath. Nicole stroked Penny's hair and kissed her softly. They snuggled together for a few minutes until they heard "Ahem!"

"Aren't we forgetting someone?"

"Oh Daddy, sorry!" Both girls had embarrassed smiles on their faces. "Sorry Mr. Harrison, sir!" Nicole said with obvious sincerity.

"You may call me John, Nicole" he said to her. "Okay girls, how shall we work this?"

"Daddy, why don't you let Nicky ride you? She's got a nice, snug pussy and I can play with her and keep her hot, plus you get to watch a nice, kinky lesbian show. Sound good?"

John thought it sounded terrific and praised his daughter for her ingenuity. Nicole was ready for another cum and slid her soft, teenage pussy onto her older lover's hard dick. "Oooh, so nice and hard!" she cooed as she began to move up and down. She worked her ass and moved her body in a rocking motion, hips pumping against his invading shaft.

"Oooh, such a good dick, such a nice big dick for Nicky!" she cried out as she rode John's pulsating cock. He arched upwards from time to time, driving his manhood deep within the young girl's steaming cunt. 

Penny played with both of them, kissing Nicole's soft brown face and seeing how turned on her girlfriend was. She leaned over and sucked Nicole's cocoa-dark nipples, trailing her nails down Nicole's smooth, flat tummy and stroked her clit as had been done to her earlier. She felt Nicole's body shudder in eager response.

John thought he'd die from the pleasure, but geez, what a way to go! The little bitch was an incredible fuck, he thought of baseball scores, political debates, anything to keep him from cumming inside her tight little snatch. After all, he still had his own little Penny to screw and he could imagine what a demanding fuck she would be.

His dick pumped up and hard into her tight love canal, as deep as it could go and Nicole grunted out her approval. Faster and faster he dicked her, she matched his strokes and became more vocal.

"Oh John, god, you're a good fuck! More, more, I want all you can give me!" Penny placed her lips over Nicole's to keep her from yelling out and he saw the girl tense up and then felt the release of her orgasm as she came around his hard cock.

John thought to himself that he was lucky - another few minutes and he would have cum himself, leaving nothing for Penny. He looked over at his daughter who smiled back at him. "My turn?"

"Yes, and ... " Penny cut him off.

"Daddy, you seem to get turned on by watching me and Nicky. Why don't we `69' and you can fuck me from behind while Nicky sucks me off?" Again, John was impressed with his daughter's sexual prowess and it seemed that there was no end to her depravity.

He agreed and the girls swung into the classic position and began eating each other hungrily. Nicole had an exceptionally long tongue and it looked so sexy seeing her eat his hot little girl. She flattened her tongue against Penny's pussy and lapped away as Penny buried herself deep in Nicole's cunt. Watching the girls feasting on each other was one of the sexiest sights any man would ever see, John realized.

John thrust himself balls-deep into Penny's pussy and began to fuck her. "Hard Daddy," she yelled out to him. "I like it a little rough!"

He granted Penny's request and slammed into her, dicking her with force. He surged forth and pumped her full of his meat, his dick felt massive inside her, but Penny was loving every moment of it. She tightened her pussy muscles around his cock and squeezed tightly, hearing her father's groans as she took full measure of the man.

His self-control was gone and John yelled out "I'm cumming!" Penny followed suit moments later and from the look on Nicole's face, she had another mini-climax of her own at Penny's licking tongue. 

The three lovers cleaned up in the en-suite bathroom and John watched the girls get dressed again, as they exchanged little, adoring kisses. They sat around, each having a beer before Nicole announced she should probably be getting home. "Would you like to do this again?" he asked Nicole, who nodded eagerly. They made plans for next week before Nicole left, a happy smile on her beautiful face.

John turned to his sexy daughter and hugged her close. "Well punkin', that was pretty nice. She was sure nicer than the blonde you had over on Monday. Who's next?"

Penny smiled up at her lover-father. "A pretty little Asian named Lily. You'll love her Daddy, she's a wildcat in bed." She hugged him close as they walked towards their bedroom and another round of wonderful, incestuous fucking. 



Unwise Decisions



Prologue

In the middle of a white, nondescript space of unknown shape, size or texture stands an odd man. At first glance, he appears to be entirely clad in black clothing. Upon closer inspection, however, it is revealed that his skin is entirely composed of an almost insubstantial blackness that somehow manages to be perfectly solid at the same time. His eyes are also solid black, although a good few shades lighter, with white, pinprick irises. He? She? It Wears no clothes, and has no genitalia to speak of. In fact, other than the compression of the sockets of its eyes and the opening which leads to its mouth, it has absolutely no impressions of anything on its body. Turning toward the camera (you), it begins to speak in a completely genderless voice.

"Hello, folks, and today I'm bringing you a brand new show. A show that will highlight the dangerous, painful (or pleasurable) mistakes that the unprepared are likely to make in our world. Take young James here for example. James is a slim, slightly shorter than average man with muted brown hair, olive skin and deep blue eyes. He isn't particularly muscly, nor is he sporting any sort of chubbiness that today's youth are so fond of, although he does have a slightly girlish figure. He is wearing a simple, red t-shirt with a pair of black jeans adorning his regular, human legs. On his feet is a matching pair of black and red sneakers of an obscure brand. He's come all the way here from his hometown of Abberyne to participate in my newest show, 'Unwise Decisions'! Now, if you would, say 'hi', James!"

"Hi!" he said in a decidedly leaning-feminine androgynous voice, waving his human arm toward the camera.

"Now, as for his personal measurements, he has a flat chest (obviously), a face that is decidedly more feminine than masculine, a thin waist with slightly flared, tomboyish hips that are wide enough to insight androgyny, but not enough to inspire the thought of a fully grown woman." James blushes as the man? describes his body in greater than necessary detail.

"I think that's enough that they need to know." James says hesitantly.

"Enough? Not even close! Now, as for his genitalia-"

"Please stop describing my body!"

"Not gonna happen!" The man? snaps his fingers, and cords of rope appear and tie up James, while a strip of tape pulls itself over his mouth. 

"That's better, now, where was I? Oh! Right, well, as for his genitalia, he has one, human, 5.4 inch cock, with a pair of 1 inch testicles below them. He also has a round, larger than average but not too feminine ass, with a virgin asshole in its rightful place between his cheeks." 

James blushed deeply, squirming in his bonds as the man? makes unnecessary notes on his body parts. Now the man? snaps his fingers once more, causing the rope and tape to disappear. James' limbs flail like noodles as he stretches, standing up and waving his hand angrily at the man?.

"You ass! Why would you do that?! And while talking about such personal things?!" he yells, balling his fists in a motion as if to strike.

"Oh, please. Like you could do anything to me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a show to run-"

"I'll kill you!"

"Oh? Really now? Threatening moi?" the man? says, disappearing and reappearing behind James, before grabbing onto him from behind, restraining his arms.

"H-hey! Let me go!"

"Oh, I don't think so. Say, let's take a little 'trip', shall we?" He turns to the camera. 

"Sorry viewers, we're going to have to take a little break to correct our 'contestant's' behavior."

"Wait, what do you me-" he stops mid-sentence, as his world faded to black, and then came back to view in an instant, in the middle of another empty room, with the only thing inside it being a large, four poster bed with red satin sheets.

"W-why are we here?" James blubbers out hesitantly.

"Simple. I'm going to give you an ultimatum. Either you shut up when I'm talking, and stop threatening me..." he? started, before the both of them were suddenly on top of the bed together, with the strange man? kneeling above James' bare backside, and James laying down on the bed with his naked ass in the air.

"Or I'll be the first one taking the plunge into that unfertilized boypussy you call an ass." he? finished, with a very threatening, sick smile on his? face. James gulped, his entire body shivering with fear. And perhaps, some sick kind of excitement.

"James, my boy, you simply must stop quivering like that. All the jiggling this ass is doing," he said, pausing to give James' behind a firm smack. 

"-Is making me want to forgo my previous offer and just pound you silly anyway."

"B-but, you don't even have a dick." James weakly replied.

"Oh? Don't I?" the being said, before beginning to emit a strange light and heat. After a few moments of this incredibly hot yet strangely comforting feeling on his back, James' entire body stiffened as the now muscular and definitively male being rested his upper body on James' back, and, to James' horror, slid his massive prick between James' buttocks.

"Still don't think I've got a dick, little sissy man?" he? spoke, with a definite male undertone now present in his? voice.

"Hey! I am not a sissy!"

"Oh, really?" Then why is your dick," he began, grabbing James' painfully erect cock rubbing up and down the length once. 

"-So hard right now, with a man sliding his dick between your ass cheeks, possibly about to ream your asshole?" he taunted, grinding his length against James' pucker to emphasize his point. James gulped, and decided to apologize, before things got any rapeier. Satisfied, the being shuffled off of James, and subsequently, lost all of his masculine features. Turning back into the blank, pitch black nothing that it was before, it stretched, before looking back to James with a devilish grin.

"Good. Now, with that whole mess out of the way, I can get on with giving you your sendoff gift."

"W-what sendoff gift?"

"Why, sex, of course."

"Eeep!" James yelled, hopping backwards on the bed, and promptly hitting his head on the headboard.

"I don't wanna get ass-raped!" He whimpered pitifully. The being sighed, frowning, before resuming its predatory grin.

"You know, you're lucky that you're hot, boy, because you sure aren't smart. I'm not going to be fucking you." As soon as the words left his mouth, James eyes lit up apprehensively.

"You mean, you want me to.. f-fuck your ass?"

"..."

"..."

"...AAHHAHAAAHAHAAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAAHHHAA! AHHAHAHAHAHA-no." the being said, with a blank look on its face.

"You really are stupid." He said blandly, before the grin returned once more. In a literal flash, the being's body begins to glow hot white. Blinded, James can only shield his eyes with his hands as the light continues for another four seconds, before subsiding. Standing, or rather, kneeling in front of him, is a completely pitch black, extremely curvy woman, with pitch black curls of hair, DD sized breasts, wide, child-bearing hips and a jiggly, full ass that no panties could possible hope to cover. The being's toned, curvy legs are splayed open, displaying the smooth, hairless pussy between them. Fondling her Bountiful breasts, she moves her legs purposefully, holding them closed for a few seconds, before opening them briefly, only to shut them after a brief view of her pussy.

"How the, what the, why the... how do you even do that?!" James yelled, partly out of confusion, and partly to conceal his own growing arousal.

"Oh, it's simple, James. I," she said, leaning forward and causing her large bosom to sway enticingly in front of him. 

"am a shape-shifter. I can change my entire body to be whatever I want it to be. Meaning that when I meet a cute chick that I want to fuck," she began, before glowing white once more, blinding James. When the light subsided, there stood a buff, toned man with a lean, muscled body and a terrifyingly huge dick. 

"I change into a buff dude with a hot body and a big dick to pump them full. And When I meet a hot guy I want to fuck," he said, before the same blinding process took hold, and there stood the sexy woman again. 

"I change to a smoking hot, curvy babe with a huge rack and a tight pussy to milk them dry." she finally finished, going back to fondling her tits.

"W-w-w..." James stuttered, before ceasing attempting to talk altogether.

"So how about it boy?" she started, crawling up between his legs and causing his pecker to jump and stand to attention once more. 

"Would you like me to take this thing in my hands and squeeze your cum out? Maybe you want me to blow you? How about I use these tits? Or, maybe I could let you cum inside me?" 

she began listing off lewd suggestions as she crawled closer to his face, brushing her breasts and stomach against his manhood. 

"How about I make you shoot it out between my ass cheeks? A footjob? Intercrural? Or maybe... maybe you still want to blow your load inside my ass, hmm? So what'll it be? What do you want?" 

she finally finished, a lewd smile present on her face as she noticed, not for the first time, that although his eyes and face were frozen in fear, his dick was throbbing hard with excitement.

"I-I-I..." he began, before sputtering out once more.

"Come on, James. Make a choice now. You're not leaving this room without fucking me. It's up to you to decide how I make you blow your load."

"U-u-uhh... how about w-we just settle for a b-b-blowjob?" he said hesitantly, fully aware of this shape-shifter's ability to spontaneously grow a dick and ass-rape him if he made her mad.

"Oh! Is that how it is then? You want me to blow you? Want to feel your cock sliding in between my lips?" she said, staring him down with a sultry expression. 

"Good! Now just sit back, relax, and let my mouth do all the work." with that, she most of her upper body from between his legs, leaving only her head and arms. She grabbed his dick with her right hand, slowly pumping up and down, causing him to elicit a small moan. With the other, she began to slowly fondle his balls, rubbing them in short, circular motions. 

With one last lewd look at his face, she dipped down to his cock, before giving the entire length one smooth lick, before resting her black tongue on the head. James groaned unconsciously, causing her to giggle, her hot but not at all unpleasant breath on his dick causing another short burst of pleasure to run through it. 

"So, how does it feel?" she asked out of the blue, taking her mouth off of his cock. He took a moment to contemplate before answering.

"U-uh... Surprisingly well, considering it's coming from someone who was threatening to bury their cock in my ass just a few minutes ago." he answered. She giggled in response.

"You keep up that sass, and I'll have to make good on that threat." she said, sultry tone replaced with a genuinely sadistic one for a split second, causing his ass to clench unconsciously. She then went back to blowing him.

She continued to lick up and down on his cock, sometimes kissing the head, sometimes licking around the base. Squirming uncomfortably in her grasp, James wiggled his hips unconsciously, wordlessly begging her to just suck him off already. Looking up at him, she lowered her eyelids in a sultry manner, before moving to take his head in her mouth once more. 

Lips encompassing his cock-head, she slowly slid her lips down his length, all the way to the base. Flicking her eyes to his for a split second, she laughed around his cock, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure from her mouth. Holding his dick at that point, she began to lick all over his member, swirling her long tongue around its entirety, before releasing his now thoroughly saliva covered cock. 

Not even bothering to gasp for air, she went down on him once more, this time, holding her head down for more time, and keeping her mouth closer to his cock. She continued this for some time, taking his dick all the way into her mouth, before pulling it all the way out, shortening the intervals more and more each time, and before long, she wasn't taking her lips off of him at all, and was practically constantly at his base.

"O-ooh! Oh, oh my-oh! Oh! Oh geez!" James mumbled, too caught up in pleasure to keep quiet. She meanwhile, became increasingly amused with his squirming and struggling.

"Sho, *slurp, lick*, ah thke ht tht yhu, *suck, smack*, lhke ht?" she asked, not even taking her mouth off to talk. He could only nod, his hips bucking in pleasure. She continued her ministration for another full minute, before he could take no more.

"A-aaah! I'm cumming!" he yelled, gripping the satin sheets below. In anticipation, the woman formed a vacuum seal on his cock with her mouth, allowing her to catch his entire warm, sticky load in her mouth. Jet after jet of semen hit the roof of her mouth, splashed along her tongue and dribbled into the cracks of the seal her lips had formed. Still, she managed to catch and swallow his entire load, pulling her lips off of his cock with a 'pop', and greedily gulping down all of his cum.

"Well, James. I hope that was as fun for me, as it was for you." she told him, smirking. He looked back at her quizzically. How could this be the same person who was going to 'ream his boypussy' just a few minutes ago? She snapped him back to reality by saying that it was time to send him off.

"James, I do hope you can last longer with the other girls you meet. Three minutes isn't going to impress anyone. Especially during a blowjob." she taunted. He gulped, embarrassed. It didn't help that her ass and tits had jiggled the entire time, but he wasn't about to complain.

"Oh, and by the way..." she began, suddenly turned back into the androgynous form. "The next time we mate (meet), you won't be the one receiving... Wait, yeah, you will be receiving. A big, thick load up your tight ass." it finished, leaving a pit in his gut (The same one that it no doubt wanted to fill with its cock) in James' stomach. With that, the thing teleported them back to the white room, where James' clothes magically appeared back on his body.

"And, were back, folks! Sorry about the delay, but we had to do some last minute correcting." the shape shifter began to speak to the audience again.

"Now, with that out of the way, it's time to send our contestant out into the world, totally unprepared, grievously underpowered, and hopelessly overwhelmed."

"Wait, your going to do what?!" James yelled, wide eyed. Now he was beginning to think that the blowjob had been less of a 'correction' and more of an 'apology in advance'.

"And now, it's time, to send. Him. In!" the shape shifter yelled excitedly, grabbing James by the collar of his shirt, and walking him over to a glowing portal that had literally just popped into existence.

"W-w-wait a minute! You can't do this! I don't wanna go!" James pleaded, causing the shape shifter (who shall now be called SS, because I'm lazy and typing shape shifter every two paragraphs is annoying as hell) to cackle madly.

"How cute, Jamesy, but you don't get a choice. The viewers chose you, now in ya go!" SS said, hurling James into the void. The last thing James saw was a bunch of swirling, technicolor rings moving all around him, before he blacked out.