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Venus

By: M.MartineMatheson



if all men are dogs...a romantic tale inspired by the sexiest dawg I've known



"Guess what I bought you at Giant Eagle," he said with a wicked grin. "Didn't you say you needed a new something-or-other?"

Shelley tried to peek around Tom's side to see what he'd hidden behind his back, but he was being typically puckish and blocked her view. One side, then the other he blocked, laughing down at her, finally grabbing her arms and whirling her around to pin her to him.

"Not gonna show ya," he teased, speaking softly into her hair. "But you'll see what I bought after dinner. Now scoot," and he landed a smack on her butt to propel her toward the kitchen.

Shelley pretended to be hurt, rubbing her butt dramatically, but dropped the subject. She knew better than to try to talk Tom into or out of anything. He would tell her what she needed to know in due time.

They worked companionably side by side in the kitchen, Tom grilling the marinated chicken, Shelley assembling a salad, Tom opening the wine to let it breathe before dinner. Now and then her eyes darted to the bag on the counter, but she resisted the temptation to look inside. Somehow, she knew the anticipation was part of Tom's game playing with her. He was an exquisite tease who thrilled Shelley endlessly, revving her up to almost beyond endurance with his sexy suggestions, little thoughts deliberately planted to make her skin tingle all day in anticipation of their coming together. Sometimes he was barely through the door before she hurled herself at him, ripping open his clothes, seeking flesh with her lips and hands.

Even sitting on his lap feeding him tidbits between kisses didn't loosen his tongue, although Shelley tried earnestly. His arms came up around her and he laughed as he kissed her and twinkled "Not gonna tell ya, sweetness." One last trick remained up Shelley's sleeve, though, what they both called her "big guns" offense. She used it seldom - only when she knew no other means of persuasion would work.

She hadn't earned the nickname "Tassels" for nothing.

In the early days of her career, a newsroom wag had dubbed her "Tassels" behind her back, a reference to her most noticeable feature. Eventually, she heard it, laughed at it, and allowed it to be used in front of her. Her reverse psychology worked - as soon as the men realized she didn't mind the nickname, they stopped using it. The feminists be damned, she thought - she secretly liked it and took to using it with her lover.

"Tassels here wants your attention, darling" she purred to him, perched on his lap, cupping his chin in her hand for a soulful kiss that signaled the end of his meal and the beginning of his dessert. Giggling, she slowly, deliberately, undid the top button of her blouse, and then the second. His hand casually came up and, hooking his fingers inside her bodice, he stroked the cool skin of her breasts with his knuckles. He continued doing this as Shelley undid her third button, til her underwired bra was exposed to Tom's eyes. He fingers moved to the edge of her full cup as he wiggled it gently, his eyes laughing at the subtle, yet unmistakable, shift in power.

"No way, baby..." she teased, gently slapping away his hand and completing her strip tease. Shrugging the blouse from her shoulders, she tossed it aside with a flourish. She gasped as Tom's fingers lightly rubbed the front of her bra, seeking the sensitive nipples he loved to play with. 

Reaching between her breasts, Tom unhooked the cups and slid them off, covering her tits with his big hands and beginning a soft massage. Twilight had crept in while they were preoccupied, and now they sat in the quiet dusky light, candlelight making their shadows dance on the wall. The only sound was Shelley's sighs as she gave in to the sensuousness of having her breasts massaged by this enigmatic man who now lifted her in his arms and carried her through the house to the bathroom, stopping only to stoop to pick up the small grocery bag on the counter.

"Caweful, don't dwop me," she baby talked, something she did unconsciously when she was feeling tender and playful, as she frequently did with this astonishing lover. His answer was a deep chuckle as he deposited her on the bathroom counter followed by a commanding "Stay. Good puppy." He vanished into the kitchen and returned almost immediately with something he again concealed behind his back.

She giggled and watched as he rattled the shopping bag at her ....and again when he withdrew the mystery item, a new Venus razor. Tom pushed Shelley's knees open wide and went to his knees in front of her, humming a little to himself as he popped open the plastic container from the kitchen. Looking up her with an Irish twinkle, he first kissed her silky fur, then scooped up two fingersful of stiff whipped cream and daubed it on her pussy, smoothing it thickly over her softness and then licking his fingers.


Shelley bent down and grabbed his wrist, guiding his fingers to her mouth, her eyes locked on his, as she sucked his fingers clean in a slow lascivious imitation of her favorite sex act.

This was the essence of their play, the back-and-forth of power, of leadership, of domination. Somehow, though, Shelley suspected that Tom would be the ultimate victor in tonight's war of the sexes.

The first skirmish was his already, and now he moved in for the coup de grace. Delicately, and gently, he made short little strokes of the razor, starting with her inner thighs. Shelley steeled herself to not giggle but she was ticklish and aroused and happy, and her efforts came to nil as she giggled continually as Tom stroked her smooth.

Her breathing gave away her arousal, and she could plainly see Tom was stimulated, too, and his cock appreciative of the scent and sight of its favorite hiding place. She bent down again and drew his lips to hers, sealing a promise her pubis had hinted at when he began to strip it.

As he worked the razor lightly over her curves, Tom slipped a finger between Shelley's lips to gauge his effect on her, and was gratified to find her wet and swollen and eager for him. He pushed two fingers deeper inside her and began moving in and out of her, and her gasp was all he needed as assurance of his welcome. Removing his fingers and turning the razor upside down, Tom pulled her lips taut to shave one side, then the other, first carefully tucking her engorged clit inside to protect it. He stroked her pussy's skin until it was velvety smooth and bare, and then he put the razor aside.

"Time to do an inspection," he said in a deep husky voice, the one Shelley recognized as his most aroused. He began licking her pubis now, licking off the whipped cream mixed with her musky essence, working his tongue inside her lips and out again, licking her clean with a flattened tongue, chuckling as she moaned and moaned with each lashing.

After Shelley's lips were clean of the whipped cream Tom started to blow lightly on Shelley's pussy....the lips were wet and sticky. Tom reached down and grabbed the warm washcloth and wiped off the residual from the shave. Shelley loved the feel of the warm towel, it matched the temperature flowing from her lips.

He still wasn't done. There was one more area that needed to be shaved smooth. A virgin area for Shelley and she felt a little apprehension when she took Tom's hand and he pulled her up and turned her around. A hand on her back gently pushed her forward exposing her most private of parts.

Shelley leaned her upper body against the couch. She could feel Tom moving her cheeks to spread them open. Shelley was scared but Tom bent forward and whispered in her ear that he would be very careful. As he did his fingers ran along the length of her ass and stopped at her little rosebud.

Tom's fingers lingered there for a little while as Shelley's breaths became deeper and shorter. Tom took the shaving cream and squirted a little in his hand and then started to lather Shelley's ass. The cold of the foam felt good but did nothing to cool down the heat and moisture oozing from Shelley's pussy.

Tom spread Shelley's cheeks apart and began to shave the sparse hair from her ass. Shelley was afraid but with each pass of the razor Shelley became more at ease...and aroused. Soon enough, Tom was done and again he took the cloth and wiped the Shelley clean. He then leaned in and blew softly on Shelley's flesh. Her startled jerk signaled the newness of what she was feeling.

Then Tom did something Shelley never expected. His tongue found the freshly shaved area enticing and beautiful. Shelley jumped but the weight of her lover's body held her down and she had to allow what she formerly would have considered an intrusion...but now considered one of the most amazing feelings she had ever felt. 

Tom wanted nothing more than to grab his cock and plunge it into either of the freshly shaved entrances. Both were wet, both were hot and both were available to him. Instead, Tom again reached for Shelley's hand and pulled her to her feet.

Once on her feet Shelley could feel his cock poking through his boxers. Without taking his eyes off Shelley's, Tom's hands reached down and slid the boxers to the floor. As he straightened up, Shelley could feel Tom's cock poking against her belly. She reached for the shaft...making it harder than it had been in a long while. 

Gracefully sinking to her knees, Shelley immediately placed a kiss on the head, which by now was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Shelley's tongue started to lick the head but Tom stopped her and said "I think it's time for you to use the razor."

"Tom..." Shelley breathed, low from the back of her throat, a sound that could make his cock twitch when he heard her on the telephone, and made it ache this time.

"You give me away every damn time," he said silently to his cock, thinking how much fun their first lovemaking session had been and how eagerly he now looked forward to their second. This woman was a marvel - she liked to laugh and play and have fun in bed and her philosophy matched his exactly. 

She took the proffered razor and carefully laid it on the counter, letting one hand rest on his tanned forearm as she did. When she turned back to her lover, she trailed her fingernails up his arm, around the tops of his shoulders, and down his other arm. Shelley stood behind Tom and her nails traced languid circles on his back, a feeling he found both soothing and thrilling. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensuous feeling of her fingertips on his back, up to the base of his skull, down to his hips, around to his belly, and down his hips to his firm butt. Her fingers fanned open and closed to rake his butt again and again, tickling him at the same time she was driving him crazy with lust.

She sensed his rising ardor and reached past him to turn on the shower. Chuckling, he moved back against her to pin her to the wall and feel the length of her draped onto him like a sexy warm coat.

Shelley pushed him playfully away from her, picked up the new razor, and stepped into the warm stream, immediately turning her face to the spray to drench her hair. Tom slipped into the shower behind her and pulled the door closed behind him. Soon steam filled the chamber as the two adjusted to the hotter and hotter water. For a time they stood locked together, enjoying the water, Tom's arms around Shelley and gripping her breasts, her hands clasped between them to hold his alert cock. A murmur from Shelley and they changed positions. Tom now stood with his back to the stream as Shelley squirted Barbasol into her palms and lathered his groin. She made sure she used a firm pressure to apply the lather and giggled "payback is a bitch, isn't it, baby?" as she did. In response, Tom pretended to slap her face but pulled it at the last second, instead caressing her cheek, a tender gesture that made Shelley's sex contract. 

On her knees now, she folded his cock against his torso to keep it safe from the razor blade and began a delicate scraping away of the fine little hairs that tickled her nose when she held him in her mouth. Tiny little strokes at the base of his cock, and above it, soon revealed pink skin, and she kissed his cock shaft. "Help me, baby," she whispered, and his hand covered his cock for her while she gently lifted his balls and lightly stroked them smooth, kissing them between strokes.

"Ohhhh, Shelley...what are you doing to me, baby...I don't know if I can take much more of this. C'mere" he growled at her.

"No, Tom...I'm not finished with you just yet. I want to make you as crazy as you make me."

She pushed his hips to turn him around and he instinctively knew she would do to him what he had done to her. "I sure have a cute little ass, don't you think?" he teased. Her response was a sharp slap on his buttocks as she dispensed shaving cream onto her hand and slipped the side of her palm between his cheeks. Her hand drew back and forth, up and down, pressing against his flesh and nearly making him beg to finally let him fuck her. As her index finger moved up and down, it tickled his balls and sent chills through him. It was an effort to stand still for this and he began urging her to finish. Shelley, though, was taking her time for a reason - she wanted Tom as hot for her as she was for him, and in her experience, the anticipation of having sex was as delicious as the act itself....so she would make him wait. Her fingers spread his cheeks and she made short work of her task, enjoying the ragged sigh her efforts evoked from this magnificent man.

For his part, Tom ruefully looked down at his tumescent cock and wondered if he would come without ever touching her. He'd had that experience before, being so aroused by a partner that they both orgasmed from their sex play alone....he wondered if Shelley had ever had a similar experience. "This may not be the time to ask, Pardner," he thought, eyeing his cock.

His eyes strayed to the tiled shelf of bath products and he grinned. A pump or two of Neutrogena body oil, and his hands were on Shelley. Her hot flushed flesh drank in the oil, making her skin plump and soft and slippery all over her body. When he turned her to massage the oil into her back, his two hands worked in union on her shoulders and up the back of her neck to her scalp, his thumbs pressing hard on her spine. He squeezed her arms lightly as he massaged them. He stroked up the backs of her legs and thighs to her bottom, which he paid particular attention to, grasping her tightly by the waist as he rubbed the oil into her cheeks. Finally, Tom cupped her two palms in his one, dispensed oil into them, and whispered "C'mon candypanties, my turn." 

Shelley wasn't sure she could do this to her lover and remain standing, her legs were so weak. She loved Tom's tall, strong body, loved that he was solid and naturally muscular. She was attracted not to gym rats nor pretty men, but to rugged masculine men, and Tom was the best looking man she had met in some time. "And heaven help me, that adorable firm butt..." she thought to herself and as if to emphasize how she loved it, she pinched it as well as she could with the slippery fingers of both hands.

Ass play was Tom's favorite game and he was helpless to resist Shelley's play. To forestall his climax, he flipped open Shelley's shampoo and measured a generous amount into his hand. He reached down and pulled her to her feet and turned her toward the spray.

"This isn't gonna hurt a bit, sexy" he crooned to her as his hands began to massage her scalp...

to be continued

Venus



It was six o'clock. I'd just watched our minor-league baseball team win a day game and I was headed toward the bus stop. The panels on the side of the shelter usually have advertisements in them. On this particular Saturday, I couldn't see any of the text, but I caught a brief glimpse of the model's silhouette, and she was a knockout. I jammed my foot against a bump in the sidewalk where a tree root had pushed the cement up. I didn't fall, but when I looked up, I realized that there was no poster at the bus stop. The beauty was actually standing there.

I didn't rush to get to the bus stop, but once I was there I had to introduce myself. She was standing up, wearing a black scoop-neck T-shirt and denim shorts that looked like they'd been painted on. Her skin had me wondering if she was Latina, biracial, or just a slightly tanned white lady. I'm 5' 10", and she was only a couple inches shorter than me. I shook a little as I said, "Hi, I'm Kevin."

She seemed annoyed, but she answered, "I'm Venus."

"Wow," I said. "That's a perfect name for you, 'cause you're--you--"

At least she didn't sound like I was bothering her. "I'm what?"

"Venus. The goddess of love. And, well, when I first saw you standing here, I thought you were a model. Not just a model standing at the bus stop." I pointed to the empty space on the side. "Usually there's a poster here, and I thought they were using you to sell something. Whatever it was, I would've bought it."

Venus giggled. "That's sweet," she said.

I had an epiphany and snapped my fingers. "I know what it is. You look like the kind of woman they use in ads for hard liquor."

She laughed again. She stood in front of the empty display case and leaned her arm against the back wall. "Like this?" she asked.

I was mesmerized. I wanted to put my hands around her, but I held back. "Yeah," I said nervously. "Your body. Venus. The goddess of love. I can't help myself. You make me want to--Wait, that sounds like the excuse some creeps use when they don't take 'no' for an answer, but I don't mean it that way."

Venus stood up straight again. I put my arms on her hips and waited an instant. She didn't scream, or punch me, or kick me in the groin. She didn't even push me away. She looked up at me and prodded me. "I know you don't mean it that way. So, I make you want to what?"

I looked into her green eyes. "Oh, God, those eyes. I was going to say I wanted to love you from head to toe, but your eyes are as beautiful as the rest of you. I just want to look in your eyes while I melt into you." I moved my hands from her hips to her upper arms.

Venus put her hands on my hips this time. "Spit it out," she said. "What do you want?"

She ran one hand down my spine, and I couldn't hold back. "I want to fuck you. And suck you. And lick you. Anything else that you'll let me do or want me to do."

She raised herself and rubbed her crotch into mine. "I haven't gotten any in a while. What are you doing tonight?"

I couldn't believe it. I had the dumbest pick-up line in recorded history, and it was working! "I just left a baseball game and I was headed home."

She pointed to a wheeled basket on the other side of the shelter. "I was headed to the grocery store, but I can wait till later."

"So you live around here?" I smacked my head. "Of course you do."

"Follow me," she said. We walked around the block to a one-story apartment complex. As I turned the corner, I could see that the units were small. I could tell by the design that it was an old building, but it was well taken care of. When we got to her door, she stopped. "Give me your driver's license," she said.

"What?"

"You said anything I want you to do, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did," I sighed. I pulled out my wallet and pulled my license out.

Venus took a picture of it with her cell phone and sent it to someone. "If anything happens to me, Gina will know you were the last person to see me." She put her phone back, got her keys out and let me in. I picked up her basket while she opened the door.

Her apartment wasn't dirty, but it didn't look like she was expecting company. There was a book on her dining room table, and a couple dirty dishes were in her sink. She closed the only curtain that was open and reclined on her couch. "Tell me more about my beautiful body," she said.

"Your skin. I know it's not important, it's what's inside that counts, but are you Latina?"

"On my mom's side," she said.

"I couldn't tell by sight, but I thought you might be when I heard you talk. You've got that--I don't even know if I'd call it an accent. There's a certain way that I hear a lot of 'em talk, and it's only women, never men. It's sexy as hell 'cause it's just ... real."

"Thanks," Venus said. "I can imitate a TV Hispanic accent, but it doesn't sound any more authentic than my Russian accent. Before you ask, I don't speak Spanish. Now tell me more."

"Well, I told you how beautiful your eyes are. I wouldn't be able to stop staring at your figure if they didn't entrance me."

She turned so her back was against the back of the sofa and pushed her chest out. "You like my figure?"

"I saw you in silhouette at first, so the first thing I noticed were your mammaries."

"Mammaries?" she repeated with a laugh. "We're not in an anatomy class!"

"I know," I told her, "but, well, I told you you're like your namesake. I can't call 'em 'tits' while I'm picturing a clam shell behind you."

Venus laughed again, but not in a ridiculing way. "I knew there was a reason I liked you. I saw that painting on a trip to a museum when I was twelve. In eleven years, you're the first guy who's ever mentioned it when he was trying to seduce me."

"I couldn't even tell how big they were when I saw you in silhouette, but I'll bet they're really firm."

"See for yourself," Venus said. She sat up and pulled her shirt off. She was wearing a tan, seamless bra. She put my hand on the left cup. I caressed her breast through the fabric.

I leaned in to kiss her, adding, "Your lips are beautiful, too."

Venus leaned forward as well. I put my other hand on her right breast. I reached around with my right hand and didn't find any clasps in the back. She moved my right hand to her bra strap. I did the same to my left, and I pulled them both down to her forearms. She pulled one arm back and told me, "Keep pulling." I did, and soon her bra was gathered underneath her breasts.

"They say more than a handful is a waste. I say two hands full isn't too much, and you're probably close to that." She picked my hand up and put it on the side of her boob. She moved back toward the arm of the couch and leaned on it. I caressed one breast and then the other. Her nipples were a little hard. Her left breast was just large enough that I needed both hands to cup it. I kissed the nipple.

"Suck it," she said. I did, but not before flicking my tongue across it. "Now tweak the other one."

"Sure!" I said. I put my thumb and index finger on it.

"I didn't say to let go of the first one!" she said. I took it back in my mouth. Her hips writhed underneath me. "Now switch," she told me. I moved my mouth to her right breast and pinched the left one that I'd just left behind. She moaned and held me close. "Take your shirt off," she instructed. I sat up and did as I was told.

"Yeah, I'm a skinny white boy," I sighed.

"Like you said, it's what's inside that counts," Venus said. She moved forward until she was on top of me. I thought she was going to feed me her tits again, but she kissed me instead. I put my hands on her back and we shared an open-mouth kiss that seemed to last forever.

"Oh, God, you have the most talented tongue," I told her.

"You have no idea," she said with a grin. I smiled back, and I couldn't stop myself from getting a hard-on. "Yeah, that's exactly what I meant," she assured me. "I give as good as I get." She got off me and motioned for me to stand up. When I did, she unbuckled my belt and pulled my shorts down. She pointed back and said, "Lie down." I did. She knelt in front of my face. She kissed me and rubbed my crotch. Just when I didn't think my underwear could hold it any more, she pulled the elastic back and freed my cock. She let it bounce once or twice before she wrapped her hand around it. All this time, she never broke eye contact with me.

"No comment about it being the biggest you've ever seen?" I quipped.

"It feels like plenty big enough for me to enjoy," she said. "That's all that matters." She kissed my chin, my Adam's apple and my chest, stroking me slowly as she descended. She glanced down and added, "I was right about that!" Once she said that, it stood up so proudly that she didn't even have to hold it. She licked it from base to head on the top side and then back down to my balls. She held it back so she could suck each ball into my mouth. I had my hand on her neck, but I wasn't pushing. I waited for her to take the head into her mouth, but she stood up and turned around slowly. "Do you like what you see, Kevin?"

"Oh, yeah!" I exclaimed. "That ass. I'm not sure what I wanna do, but I wanna do it hard."

As Venus turned around, I sat up. She peeled her shorts and thong down just far enough that I could see where each of her thighs met her torso, along with the very top of her pussy hair. She covered her breasts with her arms and asked, "How's the front view?"

"Fantastic," I answered. "I mean literally. When I fantasize about fucking a beautiful woman, that's the kind of hips and pussy I picture."

"Well, sure, I'm proud of my hips, but how do you know about my pussy? You can't see it."

"I meant the shape," I clarified, "but if that's an invitation, I accept!" I pulled her close and kissed her navel. I kissed a line down to the top of her thong, stopped and looked up at her.

She sighed impatiently and answered my unasked question, "Yes, it's an invitation already."

I took the sides of her thongs between my fingertips and slowly revealed what I supposed was the top half of the most beautiful pussy lips I'd ever seen. "It's as wonderful as I imagined," I told her. I flicked her clit with my tongue and zigzagged across the exposed part of her labia. Just as I got to the hem of her thong, I pulled it the rest of the way down, but slowly. I licked the rest of her labia as I exposed the flesh. Her landing strip was short but covered most of the area, like a V inside a U.

"That's torture," she said with heavy breath.

"Sorry," I told her.

I pulled her close, planning to suck her pussy flesh into my mouth, but she corrected me. "No, I like it!" She moved her knees so I could pull her thong the rest of the way down. I put my hands on her buttocks and licked a line up and down the line that her pussy lips formed. She moaned her approval the first few times and then told me, "Get back on the couch." We both took our shoes and socks off (and she took her bra off while she was at it), leaving us both completely naked. I correctly guessed that she meant for me to be on my back again. She climbed on top of me in a 69 and put two fingers around the base of my dick. I felt her lips surround the head. She took about an inch into her mouth and then let go. "What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"I was waiting for you to come all the way down so I can give you my full attention when I start on you," I said.

I could see the back of her head as she nodded. "That makes sense."

No longer distracted by her mouth, I surprised her by putting my fingers over her pussy lips and separating them. I pulled her butt down to get my tongue inside her. She brought her head down at the same time and took my cock back in. Once I'd wiggled my tongue, she brought her mouth all the way down and moved her jaw so that I could feel it rubbing my balls. I pulled her hips back a little so I could reach deeper into her pussy and rub her clit. As a bonus, I ended up moving her head so that the underside of my shaft was rubbing the roof of her mouth. I also felt her teeth, just enough to tease me, not to hurt. She came right back. I pulled my tongue out long enough to say, "Damn, you got the whole thing in!"

"It's not that huge," Venus assured me.

"I know, but no one's even tried before," I told her. Instead of putting my tongue back in, I just lapped all over the area, making occasional stops to focus on her clit again. Then I opened her lips and put my index finger inside her.

After I pistoned it a few times, she moaned, "More!" I added my middle finger and then my ring finger. "Yeah! That's perfect," she groaned. "Oh, God, Kevin. Your dick may not be the longest I've had, but you've sure got the longest fingers!" Inspired, I went even faster. She ground her hips toward my hand, and I had an idea. I reached around with my other hand and tried to find her asshole. I guess I found it, because she said, "Not yet. Later!" She resumed going up and down on my cock.

I could feel my balls start to close in. "I'm gonna come," I warned her.

She mumbled something that sounded like, "Me, too."

I could feel her juices flow onto my tongue. "Where do you want it?" I asked. She got up and sat with her butt on the cushion. She pointed my cock up and got my cum on her tits and chin.

"Sorry I didn't give you the same choice," she said.

"That's okay. Long as I get to taste it, I'm good."

Venus moved up until she was on top of me. I could feel my cum transferring from her chest and belly to my chest, and a little bit of hers on my thigh where her pussy ended up. She didn't seem to do anything deliberately, but I could feel her tits rubbing my chest and her belly running over my cock. I put my hands under her buttocks. She came up to kiss me, and when she did, I could feel moisture near my cock head. She moved her hips back and forth, and I could tell the very base of her pussy was teasing the tip of my dick. I took my hands off her buttocks, and she moved her hips back down a little. I wasn't positive, but I thought she got just the head inside her cunt. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"Yeah, but not like this," she said, and she got off me. "I wanna be the one who lies back for this."

I got up so she could lie down. "Good. I like it more than one way, but this way I can see your whole body while I'm taking you." I got on the couch. "Yes," I said. "This is what I wanted to see. Your beautiful face, your awesome breasts. Even your belly is beautiful." Venus brought her legs up. "Maybe sometime I'll even fuck your legs. But that pussy is like a shrine, and I'm going to worship at it!"

"Do it," she said. I lined my cock up over her pussy and ran it back and forth. "Don't tease me this time," she insisted. I pushed down on my cock until it was right at her opening and slid in. "Oh, shit," she moaned. "Is it what you hoped?"

I moved in and out, getting a little further in each time. The first time I got all the way in, Venus tightened her muscles. "Even better," I answered. She loosened her grip and I pulled back. I was harder this time, so I got even further.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck your goddess!" We'd barely started, and I could already smell the sex sweat. Her voice and the aroma urged me on. I went harder than I'd ever gone before. Other than the goddess bit, she wasn't saying anything I hadn't heard before, but that Latina accent made it sound even sexier. "Oh, fuck, your dick's getting wider," she told me. "It's spreading my cunt in new directions."

I pulled her close to me and kissed her on the mouth. She put her hands on my butt, which enticed me to go even harder. I could feel my balls contract. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"Ready for what? Oh, that. Yeah, come inside me! Come in my shrine!"

I held her tighter. "I'm coming, Venus! I'm filling your holiest of holies!"

"Give it all to me," she urged. The next two minutes were filled with incomprehensible cries of pleasure.

When both our orgasms had subsided, I asked her, "So, why'd you bring me back here? I'm just some guy who came up and told you you're beautiful. You must get that all the time."

"I'd be lying if I said that there aren't a lot of guys telling me I'm hot, but they all try to hide what they want. You were honest with me. I like that." We were both silent for a couple minutes, and then Venus spoke again. "So, you like my ass, huh?"

"Hell, yeah. I was hoping you'd stay on top when we fucked so I could see it wiggle."

After an awkward minute of silence, she asked, "How 'bout dinner?"

"Love to," I told her. "Where did you want to go?"

"Nowhere," she said. "If I wanted to eat out tonight, you wouldn't have seen me at the bus stop."

"Which ironically already led to us eating out."

"Damn it, I walked right into that one," Venus said. We were still in the kitchen, which was also her dining room. (Again, small apartment.) She looked into her refrigerator and observed, "I've got some sausage--Don't say it!--eggs and cheese." She turned around and asked, "Do you like omelets?"

I said, "Absolutely," and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"This has to be the most beautiful sight in the world. A sexy naked woman, with my cum already inside her, asking me what I want for dinner. 'Make me a sandwich,' my ass." I walked toward one of the chairs.

She looked at the chair and added, "Uh, speaking of your ass, ..."

I hadn't even started to sit, but I said, "Sorry." I left and came back with my underwear and her thong.

Venus had already turned on the burner and broken the eggs. She was opening a package of sausage when she saw me. "Damn," she said with that Latina voice. "You just keep scoring points."

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Look, you're not the first guy who's been naked in this kitchen. But most guys I've known would've gotten their own clothes and left me naked."

I held the thong up and said, "I'm not sure there's much difference."

She put her hand on my dick and said, "There's a world of difference. If I weren't so hungry myself, I'd pull you to the floor right now for another round." She turned around and broke the sausage up into the egg yolks.

I could hear something sizzle and had an unpleasant image of the fat splattering onto her tits. "Um, you know what would be sexy and practical?"

"What?"

"I hate to say it. Do you have an apron?"

She turned around and said, "Stir this until I come back." She returned in a couple minutes with a smock like the one I wore when I worked in a pizzeria. The smock and her thong were all she had on. She stood in front of me and then turned around. I stepped aside, and she stood in front of the pan. I kissed her on the neck from behind. Then I couldn't help myself. I reached under the knot in the back and behind the hems of the smock until I found her hips. "You're making this hard," she said.

I ground my crotch into her ass and said, "So are you."

She returned my motions as much as she could without spilling the shredded cheese. "Mmmm," she said.

"Is that because of me or the omelet?" I asked.

"What do you think?" she replied. I pulled the back of the thong off to the side and ran my finger between her buttocks. "Move to the left," she said. She moved in front of the sink, and I went with her. "It's obvious neither one of us can wait, so just do it."

I untied her smock. I kissed a line down her spine until I got to the top of her ass. I found her asshole and got a finger in as gently as possible. "Wait," she said. "This is perfect. Give me your finger." I pulled it out of her. She hadn't put the lid back on the Crisco. She took a little out with her finger and rubbed it onto mine. I used it to lube her ass, and I got my dick in with practically no effort. "Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass!"

I couldn't hold back. I thrust back and forth. "Oh, Venus," I moaned. "Oh, God. This is the best day of my life."





Venus



"Don't you forget it," Venus said.

I worried I was going too fast. It sounds cliché, but I actually thought about the ball game I'd just watched, and it slowed me down. "Oh, Venus, I--I--"

"Why are you slowing down?" she asked. "Fuck me hard!"

"I want you to enjoy it too. Because I--" Venus shoved her ass back at me, and I could feel myself stopping. "I love you." We heard a pop coming from the skillet.

"No, you don't," she said. "You're just having a great night of sex. And so am I. Now come in my ass, 'cause it's time to flip the omelet over."

"How did you know--"

"I've had enough sex to know when you're about to come. I'm no whore, but I'm not a virgin either. Despite what my parents seem to think."

I filled her asshole with my cum. She started moving to the right, in front of the stove. When she came to a stop, I pulled out. She flipped one side of the omelet onto the other and turned around. With the spatula, she picked up one side of the omelet and put it on a plate. She put the other half on a second plate and turned around. I carried the plates to the table, and we sat down. We both made an honest effort to have a non-sexual conversation to see what we had in common, but I was weak and started rubbing her calf with my foot. "Stop it," she insisted.

"You don't like it?"

"I'm not finished eating," she said. As she got down to her last bite, I went under the table and started caressing her legs. I went from the feet all the way up. She opened her hips, and I delved into her pussy again. "Apparently, neither are you!" she giggled. When she straightened her legs, I reached under her smock and started rubbing her breasts. I didn't stop until she was writhing in her seat and begging me to fuck her again.

She walked to the sink and picked up the soap. "We're not restaurant staff," I told her. "The health department isn't gonna shut us down."

"I'm not worried about your hands, but your dick was just in my ass. It's not going anywhere else till you wash it."

She ran a towel under the faucet and handed it to me. I took the towel and soap and lathered my dick up. I handed her the towel, and she dried it off. When she took her hand off me, I pulled her toward me and kissed her. I tried to pick her up so I could lower her pussy onto my dick.

"I've got a better idea," she said. She got up and led me to the kitchen. She leaned over the counter and wiggled her hips at me.

I took my underwear back off and walked up behind her. My cock was ready. I slipped it between her thighs and asked, "Front or back?"

"Front," she said. "If I wanted it in the back again, I wouldn't have been so particular." She separated her thighs. I felt around for her pussy lips. I bent my knees so I could push my dick through. She put her hand underneath and guided it inside her pussy. "Oh, shit, yes," she groaned. "This is so much better than grocery shopping."

I started moving my hips. Once I was securely inside her, I put my hands around her waist. "Oh, Venus ... Oh, Venus ..." was all I could muster, but she seemed to like hearing it. On one particularly deep thrust, my hand came down, and I could feel my balls.

"Oh, yeah," she panted. "All the way. Love me, Kevin."

"You really are the goddess of love," I told her as I kissed the side of her neck. She ground her hips back against me.

"Give it to me. Hard!" she yelled.

I held her close to me. "Oh, Venus. You're so beautiful ... so sexy ... I just wanna stay inside you and never leave." That made her buck even harder. She moved her hips from side to side, which made my balls sway. At the least opportune moment, reality hit. "Um, you're not also the goddess of fertility, are you?"

"That would be my mother. I'm the second of nine."

"Oh, crap," I said. "Double crap. I didn't mean to say, 'oh, crap,' out loud."

"A little late to worry about that, isn't it?" Venus asked.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Well, what's done is done. No sense worrying about it now! Come for me," she panted. "Come in my cunt."

"You got it, Lover," I said. I held her hips close while I poured forth the most amazing load of cum I'd ever had.

"Oh, shit," she cried. "I can feel it shooting inside me." Her tone changed, as if she were taunting me for my concern. "Yeah. Your seed is flowing up into my womb." She turned her head. I think she was trying to see my expression, but then she said, "Relax," she said. "I've got an IUD. You can fuck my brains out!"

"Oh, God, I, I--" I said it a second time. "I love you, Venus." I pulled her close, kissed her neck and caressed her breasts.

I dropped my hand to play with her pussy, but she pushed me back. She insisted, "You don't even know me." She turned around and asked, "What's my last name?"

Luckily, I'd looked at the name above the mail slot. "McDonnell."

"McDowell," she corrected me. "But you get credit for trying."

For once, I felt bold. I told her, "Doesn't matter. You're gonna change it one day. Venus McDowell de Carmine. Or is it McDowell y Carmine? I always forget."

"I told you, I don't speak Spanish. I'd hyphenate. McDowell-dash--" I put my hands on her hips, pulled her toward me and kissed her on the lips. I opened my mouth, hoping for a long, soulful kiss, but she stopped me. "Hey, wait a second!"

"Sorry, I should have asked permission first."

"No, silly. You just fucked me three times, four if you count my mouth. You think I mind an unexpected kiss? I mean you tricked me into thinking about married names." After a pause, she added, "And don't start on what we'll name our kids."

"Who said--Wait, how did you know?"

"Because you've got me thinking about it, too, damn you!"

I pulled her close to me so my cock was close to her pussy again. I kissed her on the lips. "María." I ran my hands down her sides. "Elena." I tickled the sides of her butt. "Carmen." I put my hands under her butt and lifted her. "Sofía."

Venus pushed me back and turned so her back was to the living room. "That's four names already. How many kids were you planning on?"

"What? That's just for the first one."

"I'm not having four-name kids," she said. Then she said, "Quit doing that!"

"Doing what?"

"Talking about kids' names. I just want--"

"Want what?"

Venus took my hand and led me to her bedroom. "I just want to practice for now." She pulled me onto the bed, rolled on top of me and guided me inside of her. "Oh, my majestic lover," she cooed. I looked her in the eye. "I'm never gonna call you Papi, if that's what you're hoping."

"Not hoping, just wondering," I told her.

"Oh, God, your cock head feels so good rubbing on my walls," she sighed. She bounced up and down. Her beautiful tits swayed from side to side.

"I love your mound mashing into mine," I gasped. When I told her this, she stopped going up and down. She put her arms forward and moved her hips up and down, so our pubic bones were grinding together. "I want you so bad." I put my arms around her waist.

"Me, too, baby," Venus said. On her next thrust up, her tits were close to my eye level, so I held her close and started sucking on her left nipple. "Mmmm," was all she said. I moved my hand down and rubbed her perineum. That made her go faster. With her hips going faster, her tits went too. The nipple came out of my mouth, and we had the game within the game, where I kept trying to catch it again, without letting her get off my cock. After a couple minutes of this, I caught the left one instead. I sucked hard. Venus stopped thrusting and adjusted her hips. Now her thighs were vertical again, and my cock was pointing straight up. "I'm coming first this time," she announced.

"I'm not far behind," I answered.

Venus put her hand off to my right, and rolled us onto our sides. "Come with me," she panted.

"I am," I assured her. She put her hand on the back of my head, pushed and kissed me on the lips.

I looked into her beautiful green eyes for an eternity, when out of the blue, she said, "Margarita."

"Not thirsty, but thanks," I said.

"I mean, we can name our first daughter Margarita. You're more interested in Hispanic stuff than I am, so she can go by Rita, after Rita Moreno."

"Wow," was all I could say.

"Damn it, you're doing it to me again! I don't wanna have these conversations. I don't wanna talk about changing my name. I don't wanna talk about my quinceañera." She slowed down a little. "I just want you to stay here and ... love me." She paused. "'Cause I like you."

"Good," I said, trying not to laugh. "I like you too." Still looking into her eyes, I felt around until I found her pussy lips. I separated them and slipped two fingers inside.

She lay back, closed her eyes and slurred, "Oh, fuuuck."

We talked and made love deep into the night, but she couldn't bring herself to say she loved me. The next morning after a sensual shower, we got on the bus together. She got off at the grocery store, and I went home to clean up my apartment. She's coming over next Saturday.



Venus after the Dark Room



After I had recorded the Dark Room Fantasy story I was very horny. I kept letting my machine stroke me and recorded it.

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Venus and Aether



Author's note.

This is the most challenging story I've written, having never had the experience before. I was blocked by the actual act, and life took over for a while, but my thoughts often returned to Venus and Dion out there, loving one another in the desert. Finally, after a long break I picked it back up, wanting to fulfill the commitment made to a dear friend. I was still blocked, but determined to finish. The lovemaking was completed these last three days, myself in a state of complete sexual hunger, almost frenzied with it. I hope that comes through. Many thanks to my writing partner for all of the technical help and encouragement, without whom I could not have written this. 

And to you, Dion, my most sincere thanks. It was this story, unfinished, that kept me wanting to break that most cruel of states, the artist who cannot create. Your undemanding yet always felt presence reminded me that I am an artist who must; and I am grateful to you for helping me find my words again.

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Aether was one of the three "airs". The middle air was Aer or Khaos, a colourless mist which enveloped the mortal world. The lower air was Erebos, the mists of darkness, which enveloped the dark places beneath the earth and the realm of the dead. The third was the upper air of aither, the mist of light, home of the gods of heaven. It enveloped the mountain peaks, clouds, stars, sun and moon. The stars themselves were said to be formed from the concentrated fires of aither.

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The still of the desert engulfed the roar of the electroglide. The welkin above was eternity, littered with diamonds. Her long blonde hair fluttered behind her, a gleaming flag. Beneath her chaps a rhinestone-studded lattice split the seams of her jeans and exposed the taut lines of her thighs and calves. Venus rode, a picture of abandon. 

I am a mote in God's eye.  Here, in the Valley, her insignificance was palpable. There were no lights, but from the beam of her machine. She saw the light of his fire, a red star on the horizon, her beacon. Still, she checked her co-ordinates on the GPS. Distance is deceptive in the desert.  It was still some time to her destination, but she had been patient this long. Her lips curled in anticipation.

He surveyed the scene with satisfaction. A man of simple needs, but a certain esthetic sense, Dion had prepared carefully. A thick sheepskin was laid out on the worn porch of the smooth sandstone outcrop. The fire built, coal bed prepared, a pot of warm water hung suspended from the tripod. Wine and nosh waited in the Indian's saddlebags, parked at the edge of the embrace of still sun-warmed rock. He smiled, her imminent arrival apparent in the close roar of her ride.

He rose from his hunker, brushing dust off his soft-sky blues. He studied his square, capable hands, his best tools, for a moment, deciding he would wash them later, perhaps helping Venus to refresh herself. Again, he smiled, musing over the circumstances of this rendezvous in the middle of the desert. 

This time last year, they had met by chance, sharing a rest stop not far from this place. Their meeting was like lightning-struck tinder – they ignited at their first touch, urgent with one another against the wall behind the restrooms. Later, they ate, each straddling their bikes while they shared their stories. Each had other places to go, and other lives to live, but it was promised they would meet again. A year of yearning, notes, phone calls, plans made and cancelled and finally, finally...

***** 

He's just like I remember. Same grave, considering smile, same unusual stillness in the solid stance, belying the passion inside. He looks so at home here. Venus pulled up next to his bike and hit the kick, dismounting smoothly. Dion opened his arms and enfolded Venus as she stepped into his embrace.

"It feels good to have you here again." Dion murmured into her hair. His breath was warm on her neck. They pressed together, allowing their bodies to breathe together a moment, then Dion released her, catching only her hand. "Come, you will want to clean up. I have water for you."

Dion led her to the fire and pushed her gently down on the sheepskin. I'll let him have his way, for now.  Venus thought, smiling warmly. Dion dug into his gear, producing a small steel bowl containing a bar of white soap. He filled the bowl from the kettle, placing it carefully on the rock beside the skin. A delicate scent of sage and basil rose from the gently steaming water.

"Oh, that smells wonderful, Dion. Thank you!" Venus reached for the bowl and Dion pushed her hand away.

"I was thinking I would like this meeting to be – " Dion thought for a moment. "More elegant." He wrung out the cotton cloth. "Please, let me."

"For now." Venus purred. "I have been thinking about this too." She shucked off her leather jacket and stretched out, leaning back on her elbows. She toed off her boots and wriggled toe-stockinged feet with a sensual pleasure.

Dion wrung out the terrycloth, taking his time. Around them, the air hung still as the stars above, but sounds were magnified, seemingly clarified and given weight and touch by their lucidity. The trickle of water in the bowl tickled Venus' ears. A breath of air brought the subtle crystal tinkle of cooling rock; the sound shivered in her ears and her skin rose in sympathy. She closed her eyes.

The cloth was a sweet-smelling tongue on Venus' face. It pressed soft and moist on her forehead, the nap dragging down her face, gently exfoliating the grime of the road. Another swipe razed her cheek and below her jaw, tickling the sensitive spot there. Venus growled appreciatively, low in her throat. The fine dew left behind cooled on her skin. Soft, soothing trickle of water, and then Dion's hand, a comforting firm cradle under her head. The warm tongue bathed her neck; Venus felt the heat penetrate her skin and travel down her nerves to collect in a glowing pool just above her mound.

Venus purred again as the cloth returned to gently scrub above her cleavage, Dion's fingers deftly flipping open the buttons to her breastbone. He swabbed under her collar, out to her collarbones and under her neck, and Venus felt the tension of many hours on the road slip from her shoulders and slide down to stir the center of her arousal. Dion's hand left the back of Venus' head, and she let it hang back, stretching luxuriously.

Dion watched her shirt slide back over her shoulders as she shifted, letting the dim light paint shadows over her collarbones. His throat grew tight, registering the peaks of her nipples, straining the thin material. He cleared his throat.

"Better now." He stated, rapt in the rise and fall of her breath.

"Yes, Dion, thank you." Venus lifted her head, shifting her weight to one elbow. Slowly she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. "Do you remember last time, how you took me?" Her shirt fell open, and Dion hummed in appreciation, assent – he did not have words at the moment and wanted to listen to the music of hers. She unbuttoned her jeans.

"It was hard, urgent, you were so very powerful, primal even – " She shrugged a shoulder out of her bra, then pulled herself upright, shedding her bra casually, as an afterthought. Dion glanced up at her eyes and forgot all else, they seemed to glow in the twilight, lit from the heat of her words, in her voice.

"The bare essentials, man – filling, thrusting, claiming." Venus' breath caught for a moment, and she sighed, pausing.

"The woman?" Dion breathed, spellbound.

"Receiving. Absorbing." Her brow wrinkled for a moment. "It's so hard to explain, the trust needed, the powerful feeling of tenderness. Of acceptance." She licked her lips. "The intense – throbbing – electricity when you are sunk deepest, your body trembling and quaking in release, how when your cock touches that spot sensation roars through me, convulsively, its' as violent and overwhelming as a tempest of electric ocean waves..." Her voice trailed off, but her eyes held Dion bound. Venus inhaled deeply, and Dion heard her need.

"I would like to show you how it feels."

The words ripped through Dion's brain like a bolt of lightning. He felt sweat bead across his forehead, and he tasted salt as his tongue unconsciously swiped across his lips. Venus rose smoothly, pushing her jeans down so they puddled at her feet. Botticelli's painting came to Dion's mind. 

She is Venus. She walked to her bike, regal in her rainbow-striped toesocks. He watched her rummage through her saddlebag, marveling at how the firelight made the curves and muscles of her full, firm bottom dance with each other.

She'd found what she was looking for. Dion watched – half fascinated, half horrified. He knew what was coming but couldn't quite believe it. Venus drew pink straps around her waist and fastened double snaps in the small of her back. She smoothed the belt and her hands continued to caress down the planes of her ass, then she reached between her legs, looking back coyly over one shoulder. She drew another strap from between her cheeks and snapped it over her left side, then fastened the right. In her right hand, she held a small white drawstring cloth bag. Dion's throat worked painfully, suddenly dry.

Venus turned slowly, head cocked to one side. There was a strange expression on her face – half shy, half hungry, and Dion now found himself responding to Venus' tentative expression. Don't blow it boy, she's as unsure as you are.

"You are so beautiful..." he breathed.

She was glorious, even in her incongruity. Her curls gleamed golden in the firelight, framing her knowing eyes and shy smile. Her breasts created fascinating umber rose shadows, flickering on her skin. Her nipples were erect, glowing crimson coals. 

Slowly, Dion took in the rest of her, traveling the line of her abdomen, skipping over the pink straps down the smoothness of her thighs. He smiled briefly, enjoying the free-spirited striped socks, and then finally, the object that bought fear and a wild reckless stirring in the pit of his stomach.

The dildo Venus had chosen was smaller than his own cock, but shaped very much the same. He dragged his eyes away and looked back up at Venus' face. She regarded him steadily, waiting for his response.

"You'll be gentle with me, won't you?" Dion tried to sound lighthearted, but his voice cracked a little. 

Venus' smile broadened. "I've always wanted to do this." She paused, looking down at the dildo self-consciously for a moment, "But I do know what it's like." She looked back up into his eyes, and flames from the fire danced between them.

"I want to make it very good for you, Dion." She held out her hand. Dion reached up and allowed her to draw him to his feet. Venus dropped her bag beside the sheepskin, then slipped her arms around his neck and pressed against him. The dildo was a small, but obvious presence between them. Dion pushed it to the back of his mind, instead concentrating on his armful of warm, willing girl. They kissed, softly at first, but with increasing passion, cheeks were stroked, hands curling in hair, stroking down spines, curling around curves, wanting closer, closer, more.

Venus sank to her knees, working at Dion's jeans. It's gotta be now, before I lose my nerve. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuckled his belt She'd never felt unsure like this – but the novelty raised her level of arousal and gave her confidence. She pulled down his jeans, helping Dion to step out of them. 

Looking back up at Dion, Venus again felt unsure, Dion's expression hidden by his tousled hair, the set of his jaw inscrutable. His cock was flaccid, but beginning to rise. She lay her head against his thigh, gently, her palms soft on his thigh.

"I'm cold, Dion. Please come warm me?" 

Her eyes were luminous, shining with emotion. Dion's apprehension faded into the desert as he knelt, gathering Venus to him. He kissed her, softly, tasting, breathing deeply, and gradually his passion grew until they were locked together on the bedroll, arms and legs intertwined. He felt seventeen again, wild and reckless. Passion roared through his veins and he grabbed her, plunging his tongue deep in her mouth, wanting to devour her. Venus gave back everything she had, caught up in Dion's violent change of pace. Their hands roamed the topography of each other's bodies, fingers voracious; exploring, rubbing, and kneading. 

Their hunger for each other's touch mellowed and grew quieter. Slowly they relaxed back onto the sheepskin, stroking, long, smooth caresses, tracing each others' limbs with tenderness. Venus gently rolled Dion onto his back and straddled him, his cock fitting snugly in the valley of her smooth bottom. With agonizing slowness, she deposited a caress of kisses. 

Dion's ears were nibbled lightly. Venus' soft, moist tongue slid down his jugular, halted by the nape of his neck, where she tested his pulse in a gentle, sucking bite. Dion began to tremble, and reached for her. Venus nipped him suddenly, and batted his hands away.

"No, my pet," purred Venus, "I am making love to you. Lay still, now." Dion groaned, unable to help himself. Her teeth had ignited a fire that raced from nape through his abdomen to shoot through his cock. Down, down, down she went, kissing, licking, gently nipping all the way. She slid between his knees and drew her hands down his loins, spreading his legs and pushing them back.

Her tongue was electric on his anus; swirling, twirling prodding. Dion's nerves were ecstatic with heat and quicksilver pleasure. Then, Oh, Jesus Christ! she slowly massaged his sphincter. Slowly the muscle relaxed, allowing in the tip of her finger. Venus wrapped her other hand around the base of his cock and squeezed gently, slowly pressing her finger in deeper. The sensation was alien, and Dion shuddered, his nerve confused between the unfamiliar sliding warring with the heavy heat gathering in his scrotum. 

Venus took Dion's cock down her throat in a smooth swallow, her plush lips and tongue working in time to her gentle invasion. He hardly noticed their rolling over on one side for the charge of joy rocketing through his body as she sunk her finger fully in and pressed on his prostate. He heard a sharp click, and then Venus pulled from between his legs and sat up. One hand kept his knees up, and Venus lay down behind him.

Dion whimpered as he felt a smooth, round presence press his rim. Venus reached around, gently grasping the base of his cock with slick fingers. Vibration. Pressure. Soft squeeze. Dion's mind gibbered. 

ThisisITohmyGODshe'sgoingto His sphincter relaxed under the vibration as Venus' hand slowly pumped his achingly full cock. 

"Aaaugh!" the vibe slid home, and he spasmed as it touched his center.

Venus' lips and tongue on his shoulderblade, purring voice. "That's it, baby. Is it good, is it nice?" Her tone loving, full of arousal. "Do you want it, darling?"

"Yesssss.." his throat raw, strangled with pleasure. Incredible sensation, sliding in and out of him, pumping her gently closed fist.

"That's it, handsome. Do it." Pumping faster. Pressure building. "Fucking you, Dion." Arms outstretched, nerves taut as wire. "Fuck my hand, baby." Fists clenched, nails digging into palm. "Soo nice, handsome." Lapping tongue on his back. "Let me have it, Dion, give it to me." Urgent, sliding, wham, wham, wham electric jolts and lightning bolts wracking his body. 

A wolven howl streaked through the crazed chaos of sensations flooding Dion's mind. Teeth pulled and suckled on his spine, and he dimly recognized the cry ripping from his own throat as spasm after spasm rocked his frame. His fists furled into claws and he snarled, his cock surging. Spend and growl and splendid fire blinding him, conscious of nothing but the brilliance white lightning enveloping him. Soft whimpers in his ear, shuddering slick sweat on back and belly as the energy poured through him and from him.

Soft, gentling strokes, coos and sighs. Blankets pulled up over them. Satisfaction, replete. The warmth of the desert night wrapped Dion and Venus in a blanket of sleep.



Venus and Verse



She stood there before us all, naked from head to toe. Our eyes studied every detail of her body, including her behind, since she was standing in front of a large mirror, with her right foot up on a chair and her right hand resting on her knee.

With the exception of two female art students, we drawers were all young men; even our teacher, in his mid-forties, was male. And yet the pretty blonde, about my age-twenty-stood there with a serene face, even smiling, as she recited her poetry, just allowing all those eyes to stare at every inch of her skin.

She wasn't even the tiniest bit uncomfortable? She didn't feel embarrassed, or even scared? Didn't she worry about the statistics that one in five college girls get raped? As she looked back at the faces of all us men, about ten including our prof, surely she was getting a jolt or two of fear from the lecherous twinkle in the eyes, or a lewd smirk or two, from least a few of us. I certainly had that twinkle in mine, though I was trying hard to hide it, and speaking of hard, I was hoping she hadn't noticed the bulge in the front of my track pants! Yet she stood there with perfect confidence.

On the other side of the coin, those men may have been looking disapprovingly at her. I thought she was absolutely beautiful, but her thin body, with its small but firm breasts and small, wispy tuft of light brown pubic hair, may not have been to their liking. Were any of the men sneering and thinking she was a 'dog', preferring those perfect, tanned, and bikini-waxed porn stars, with their round silicone? 

Still, she stood there in total calm, reciting poetry, of which these lines I remember with a smile:

"Let us walk barefoot, you and I, across the grassy plain, 

with the wind caressing our skin...

We'll hold hands and laugh, running together, 

our soft footfalls massaging the curving landscape,

going up and down the round hills and valleys cleaving in between...

We'll rush up to the bushes and pluck berries off the boughs, savouring their sweetness,

and carefree, we'll fly into blissful skies."

At one point, our eyes met, right when she recited the line, "We'll rush up to the bushes..." She smirked at me for the lustful thoughts she could read in my eyes. I blushed, making her smile all the more.

When our prof saw that we had all finished our drawings of her, he said, "OK, Sofia, let's do another with you on all fours in the centre of the room."

As she was getting into position, three late-arriving students, two female and one male, came in. I, already to the left, was asked to move over further that way. Only I realized, with Sofia's skinny behind and stretched-out legs closest me, that her vulva and anus were exposed for me to draw. 

And she just stayed there, blithely looking to her right and reciting more poetry:

"Baby, crawl to me,

so bare and helpless.

Don't be afraid:

You need no masks,

no pretence.

Just be your lovely self,

from front to end.

The holes in your life 

will be filled one day

with love."

Sometimes, she'd turn an eye back to me and smirk. Needless to say, I paid scrupulous attention to every detail of her body, as I had with the first picture. When I say I drew her vulva and anus with the utmost exuberance, I'm not bragging: I was just that turned on.

Her labia were pretty purple folds of liquorice, flanked on either side by a thin line of blonde pubic hair. Her vagina was enticingly open: I enjoyed drawing in the shadow for that part of my picture, always wondering what delicious secrets were hidden behind the black. Her anus was a bronze swirl of wrinkles that met in a tiny black hole that seemed to ask me to finger it open wider.

Her poetry continued:

"Divine animals are never embarrassed.

Man is the only beast that needs to blush.

The human sees crudity in what is truly beautiful.

Clothes are cages and straitjackets."

Again, we were all finished drawing, and Sofia was allowed to get up and get dressed; but instead she stayed nude and toured all the students' drawings, ending with mine. I quickly flipped the page of the first drawing of my sketchbook back on top, so she wouldn't see my pornographic second one.

She stood so close to me that her pubic hair was brushing against my hand! I even felt a bit of her genitalia-her clitoris?-touching my fingers!

"You draw really well," she said to me with a grin.

"Oh, thanks," I stammered, trying to refrain from looking below her face. 

"What about this one?" she asked, flipping up the paper to see my second drawing. Before I could stop her, she saw my enthusiastic depiction of her holes.

"My," she said, lightly brushing her pubes against my fingers again. "You are good at observing detail."

"Oh,...well..."

She looked over at the clock on the wall. "Oh, I have to get going to my next class," she said. "Bye." 

She walked over to her clothes, which were in a pile by that mirror. Hiding behind an easel, I couldn't resist watching her put on her frilly pink panties, bra, and white socks, right in front of everybody. Then she put on a green T-shirt and blue jeans, and slip-on shoes. She picked up her backpack and left the room as if she'd never taken off a stitch of clothing.

Thankfully, my hard-on was lessening, so I could also leave the classroom without needing to cover my crotch.

***************

Later that day, I went to the university cafeteria for a late lunch. As I was looking at some yogurt, I saw Sofia approaching. With a bright smile and widened eyes, she rushed over to me.

"Hi!" she said, throwing her arms around me. "How are you? Remember me? I'm Sofia Razumovsky. I was the model in your art class today."

"Oh, yeah...H-hi," I said, my hard-on returning. "I'm Mark Cushing."

"I loved your drawings of me," she said, grabbing some bread and going with me to the cashier. "You drew my body more realistically than any of the other students."

"Oh, thanks," I panted. We found a table together and sat down. "Do you do modelling often?"

"Oh, no. That was my first time."

"Really? How did you feel...I mean, standing there..."

"Naked?"

"Well, yeah."

"Oh, I don't know. Fine. I didn't really think about it."

"Wow. I mean, I don't think I'd be able to handle it."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Oh, I look ugly nude," I said.

"I don't believe that. You're kinda cute, actually."

"Thanks." I blushed. "But really, I've got an ugly body."

"I'll bet you're cute nude."

"I'm ugly."

"I'm not that great looking, either."

"Nonsense. You have a beautiful body."

"Thank you, but I don't look all that great."

"If that's how you feel, then how could you stand there, all exposed to us? Weren't you at all...inhibited?" 

"No. I don't think you have to be a supermodel to be confident about yourself."

"You sure were confident," I said. "I was amazed at that. It made you all the more beautiful to me."

"You're really sweet," she said, grinning.

"And those poems you recited. Who wrote them?"

"I did. They were all mine. Your teacher wanted me to recite them while I posed, because he thought they would inspire you all as you drew me. I couldn't resist the opportunity to have people hear my poetry, so I agreed to pose for you all."

"You wrote the poems...You're divine! You're a talented goddess of poetry." I was already falling in love with her. "You're beautiful, inside and out."

Our eyes met so hard, each pair was piercing into the other pair, burning into the other.

"Do you wanna go out sometime?" I asked shyly. "I mean, for a cup of tea...or coffee...i-if you want to?"

"Sure," she said, smiling. "Do you know Tina's Tea Shop, on Yonge Street? I'm free tonight. Meet me there at eight."

**************

I arrived at about 7:55. She was already there, at a table with a cup of tea and a book in her hand, Aldous Huxley's 'Island'. 

"Hi!" she said with a grin. She put away the book, got up, and gave me a hug. I was already breathing...hard...as was another part of my body. "How are you?"

"Har-uh, good," I said. "You?"

"Oh, fine," she said as we sat across from each other. "I was thinking of putting on a slinky dress and makeup, but I got lazy. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," I said in all sincerity. "I'm glad you're wearing exactly what you had on this afternoon, in the cafeteria. It's perfect. Natural."

"Also, you know I'm wearing my pink underwear."

I blushed.

"I wish I could be as carefree and uninhibited as you are. How do you do it?"

"I have really great parents," she said. "They gave me lots of love as a child. Always encouraged me."

"I envy you. My parents are assholes."

"Ouch. You have my sympathy there. That's too bad."

"Was there anything other than your parents that made you such a free spirit?" I asked.

"Well, it could have been the acid I took a year ago. It really opened my mind. I got this feeling that, deep-down, we all really don't have anything to fear. We're all one. Life is just a dream."

"I guess that's why you read Huxley, eh?"

"Yeah. He's great."

She caught my eyes looking up and down at her body.

"When I was standing next to you in your art class, how did I make you feel?" she asked.

"Oh, I think you already know the answer to that."

"Yeah, but I want to hear you put it into words. Did any other woman make you feel that way?"

"No, not that intensely," I said shyly.

"Oh, come on, there must have been a girl you've made love to who gave you such a charge.."

"Uh, no." I avoided her eyes in shame.

"Mark?" she whispered. "Have you never been with a...?"

I looked down at my shoes and pouted.

"Let's go," she said, quickly gulping down the last of her tea. "My apartment is just down the street, a few blocks away."

******************

We were in her room within ten minutes. I sat at the foot of the bed, trembling, while she stood in front of me, her legs between my knees.

"Do you want to see my body again?" she asked, unzipping her jeans and undoing the top button.

"Oh, please," I moaned.

First, she pulled down her jeans to reveal those pretty pink panties again. After taking off her jeans, shoes, and socks, she put her knee against my hard-on. Then she pulled off her shirt, revealing her bra.

"Do you like my underwear?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I panted.

She turned around for me slowly, swaying her hips. Then she unclipped and removed her bra. I sighed at the sight of those cute little breasts. Finally, she pulled down her panties and stood completely nude before me.

She pushed her breasts against my face. Moaning and sighing, I took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked hungrily on it. I put my hands on her ass, giving her cheeks gentle squeezes. Then I opened them and furtively inched my fingers closer and closer to her anus.

I fingered it for a few seconds, then she said, "It's a...good thing I...bought a tube...of anal lube. Oh!"

My lips let go of her nipple. "You like that?" I asked, smiling and kissing her chest. Then I sucked on her other tit.

"Yes," she sighed, running her hands through my hair. "My ex...introduced me...to anal. I'm open-minded."

I started coaxing her anal hole open; then I hesitated before sliding my finger in.

"Go ahead," she moaned. "I'm clean. I washed myself inside and out...before our date. Ah!"

In went my finger. Indeed, she was clean enough to be edible in there.

She reached for her purse and took out a condom and the anal lube. Then she reached for my zipper. My hand stopped her.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "It's your turn to undress."

"B-but I'm ugly nude," I said after releasing her nipple.

"That's not fair," she said. "You get to see me, but I don't get to see you?"

"Really, I'm ugly."

"I don't believe you. You just don't love yourself. If we're going to do it, I have to see something."

"OK," I said, letting her unzip my pants and take it out.

Her eyes widened. "He's beautiful," she said with a smile.

"Really?" Now I was the one smiling. 

"Yes." she got the condom out impatiently, unrolled it down my cock, then got on top of me in the cowgirl position. "Not that YOU need a condom, being a virgin, but I've been around the block a few times."

She slowly came down on my cock, feeding it in and sighing with her eyes squinted shut. When it was all the way in, she let out a loud, high-pitched squeal.

Now she was bouncing on me, her squealing and me grunting to the rhythm. I reached up and fondled her breasts, always admiring her body, wishing mine could be as attractively masculine as hers was feminine. 

Judging by the look on her face, 'he' felt beautiful: I really wanted to believe my eyes, but I always doubted it.

After a few more minutes of fucking, she was screaming, and I was as hard as a lead pipe; then she let out one loud wail and stopped bouncing. She pulled up and got me out of her (I hadn't come yet), then got beside me on all fours. She reached for the anal lube and unscrewed the cap. "Your turn," she panted, spreading her legs. 

"I made you come?" I asked, getting behind her.

"Of course," she said, handing me the lube. "You were terrific."

"Thanks," I said, smiling shyly. I took off the condom. She gave me another, which I immediately put on. After lubing her anus and rectum, as well as my cock, I gently pushed the tip against the puckered, brown orifice, coaxing it open. I pushed in about a half inch.

"That's it," she sighed. "Easy does it. Nice and slow. Ooh."

Slowly, I pushed in further, her looking back and into my eyes. When I was half-way in, I groaned from the tightness of that bronze ring. Finally, I pushed in all the way. We both moaned in unison.

Now I gently pushed back and forth. She reached back and tickled her hard clit. "Does it hurt?" I grunted.

"No," she moaned. "I like it. Oh! All the way in."

"How can it...feel good...for you? Ah!"

"It stimulates...my vagina...from the...other side."

Already fully hard when I'd put it in, and all the hotter from that pinching asshole, I came.

After I pulled out and took off the condom, I put my meat away and lay on my back with her on top of me. We cuddled for several minutes, catching our breath.

"So, tell me," she said. "How did my body make you feel?"

"Oh, you know," I said.

"Yes, but I want to hear you say it. Express yourself."

"I was excited. Horny. I wanted you."

"Oh, come now. Not like that. Speak as well as you draw."

"I'm a visual artist, not a poet like you."

"I know. But still-try."

"Your body...is the image of your heart. Beautiful, open, and free. In making love with you, in touching your softness, I wanted to be one with you. Our souls merging."

"Perfect," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "See? You can do it, too. You're a poet inside, too. Just let it out."

"Yeah, I guess," I said, kissing her back.

"Now, we just have to get you out of those clothes."

"Oh, no. I'm ugly. Not like you."

"No, you're beautiful, inside and out. Just as you said I am. Why don't you think you are?"

"Something...my parents did to me...when I was a kid," I said. "I really don't want to talk about it. Let's just go to sleep."

"But I want to touch you," she said. "You don't have to tell me what they did, but I want to feel your skin. Don't you at least want to undress for bed?" She turned off the light. "There. I can't see you now."

I kicked off my shoes.

"Oh, well," she said. "That's a start, anyway."

She kissed me goodnight, then we soon fell asleep.

*****************

The next morning, I woke up and saw her coming out of the bathroom, freshly showered and beautifully nude.

"Good morning," she said. "Do you want to take a shower now?"

"Oh, that's OK," I said. "I'll shower at home. I don't stink, do I?"

"No," she said, "but you're still afraid to get undressed in front of me, aren't you?"

I avoided her eyes.

"We don't have to get into that if you don't want to," she said, kneeling between my legs. "But how about I give you a blow job before you go?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

"I know, but I want to." She was rubbing her hand against my hardening crotch. "Wouldn't you like me to?"

"Sure, b-but..."

"But what? I don't understand."

"I-I'm not...worthy."

"What do you mean? Of course you are! Why do you hate yourself?"

"Because...my mom and dad...used to..."

"Abuse you?"

"Humiliate me."

"How?"

"When I was a kid, they would...make me walk around...naked in public, as punishment for...whatever I did...that they didn't like." I began sobbing.

"Oh, that's awful," she said, hugging me. "When I was a kid and did bad things, you know how my mom and dad corrected me?

"How?" I asked, choking back sobs.

"They reasoned with me."

"I remember once when I was six, I said 'dick' really loud, and they paraded me around my neighbourhood naked. They made me say 'dick' out loud as I passed by everyone. All the kids, and even some adults, laughed at me. Many called me ugly, and my parents told them they agreed. One man said, 'No girl would ever want a piglet like you!' Then I heard chants of 'Piglet! Piglet! Piglet!' over and over again! I can see the memory of that right now, as if it were really happening to me. They did that kind of thing to me so many times."

I had my face in my hands. I was bawling and shaking.

"Awful," she said, kissing me on my tear-soaked cheek. "C'mon, let me bathe you."

"No!" I shouted.

"You have to get over this, and the only way is to face your fears." She led me to the shower.

I felt her taking my clothes off, me struggling to stop her, but eventually I found myself standing before her as naked as she was. I avoided her eyes as she looked up and down at my hairy, pot-bellied body. I couldn't stop shaking.

"You're beautiful," she sighed. "You have a beautiful body."

"Very kind of you to lie," I said, still pouting in embarrassment, and still shaking.

"I don't need to lie," she said, kissing me. "Let me bathe you. I want to touch all of you."

I got in the shower stall and she turned on the water. As she was lathering the soap and rubbing it on my body, audibly sighing and showing me a look of pleasure on her face that I can only describe as sincere, I let the shower water run on my face so she wouldn't see the tears on my face.

Not tears of sadness. Of joy. She liked my body. Somebody actually liked my body. I felt those hands exploring every part of me, just as my eyes had her body in that art class. Her soapy hands were caressing my skin with the same exuberance as when I had drawn her. 

After she'd washed and rinsed the soap off me, she knelt down between my legs. My cock was already hard from her thorough cleaning of it, so she looked up in my eyes, smiled, and gave the tip a few kisses and licks.

Then she took the whole thing in her mouth, her eyes locked on mine. I looked down at her, still weeping for joy that she was worshipping my body as much as I had been worshipping hers.

I turned off the shower water. As her head went back and forth, her lips sliding along my cock, her hands were squeezing my ass-cheeks. Then her fingers crawled like spiders' legs into my crack. There she fingered my asshole as I had hers.

Again, her touching of the dirtiest part of my body reassured me that she liked my body. I was on as emotional a high as I was a sexual one. I breathed out a huge sigh and smiled.

Her tongue was tickling the underside of my cock, making it tingle its way to orgasm. Her left hand left my ass and began fondling my balls, her fingers gently tickling my scrotum.

Finally, I blew my load. She was audibly gulping down every last drop of my come. I couldn't believe it: she gluttonously ate all of it. She really accepted me. Someone liked my body.

I fell down to my knees in exhaustion. We remained there, at the bottom of the tub, holding each other for the next ten minutes.




Venus and Verse



********************

After breakfast, she took me out to an open field. No one else was there at the time. We went up to the top of a hill, a tree in the centre. 

"Let's get naked," she said. "We'll walk around for a bit, then make love."

"Oh, I don't know," I said, backing up a bit.

"I thought you'd gotten over your phobia," she said.

"OK," I said, unzipping my pants, as she was. "You talked me into it."

I loved her so much, she could have talked me into anything. Indeed, we walked around that field naked, just like the carefree speakers of her poems, which she recited over and over again, hence my ability to remember all the words:

"Don't be afraid:

You need no masks, 

no pretence." 

"Let us walk barefoot, you and I, across the grassy plain,

with the wind caressing our skin..."

We returned to the top of that hill. She spread a picnic blanket on the grass, and I lay on it on my back. She crawled over me so that we were in the 69 position.

As we ate each other out, we were so happy that we didn't think about the possibility that someone may have come out at that time, set their smartphones to camera, and filmed a little amateur porno right then and there. We certainly didn't care.

"We'll rush up to the bushes and pluck berries off the boughs, savouring their sweetness..."

As her head was going up and down on my cock, my lips and tongue were all over her sweet pussy. I sucked on her hard clitoris while sliding my finger in and out of her wet cunt. Then I gave her anus a few kisses and licks. 

Her hand massaged my balls as her wet lips, tightly wrapped around my shaft, slid up and down. My finger, still in her pussy, felt its way all over her soaking vaginal walls, making her shake with pleasure. 

Our moaning was so loud that, if there had been anyone there watching and commenting, we wouldn't have heard them at all. We didn't care.

Finally, I came in her mouth, and she showered a syrupy waterfall in mine, some of it dripping down my chin. 

Then she turned around so her head met mine. We put our arms around each other and lay there like that for at least a half hour. Completely naked. Looking in each other's eyes the whole time. Oblivious to the rest of the world. 

She whispered in my ear, "...and carefree, we'll fly into blissful skies."



Venus Butterfly



Last Saturday we visited my wife's sister and her husband. We spent the afternoon out sightseeing at some South Florida beach tourist areas. We brought food back to Lori's house and after dinner we sat around half way watching TV and talking. Janet developed a migraine headache and took some heavy painkillers and she began to drift off. By ten o'clock Frank had enough beer to become exhausted and he went up to bed. This scene was not unusual. We experienced it about once a month and Lori and I just accepted it as a fact of our lives. We neither complained nor thought we had a reason to.

By eleven o'clock Janet had passed out on the couch. I sat on the love seat and Lori went to the kitchen to refill our wine. When she returned she sat next to me on the love seat and we began to watch the news. The TV was to my right and Lori sat to my left so she had to lean up to see it. I leaned back but it was awkward for Lori so I told her to lean on the arm and put her legs on my lap. Her legs are great and I casually began to rub her knee and calf. She moaned and said she didn't realize how sore her legs were. I began to really work on them. Lori cooperated by scooting down to give me better access. As I worked her sore muscles I reached up under her skirt and worked on her thighs. She spread her legs slightly and her skirt slid up her legs enough to give me a peek of her panties. I was beginning to get pretty aroused. I kneaded her left thigh and she let her right leg fall farther open, which offered me a sexy unobstructed view of panties hugging her pussy. I massaged high on her leg until my fingers were touching the side of her panties. She just moaned and scooted down even farther.

As I worked on the muscles of her upper leg I said, "This is Janet's second favorite thing to have done to her."

"I can understand why." Lori said dreamily. "But what is her first?"

"She loves to have me keep going until I bring her off."

Lori was intrigued. "This feel great but I find it hard to believe that she can get off from just having her legs rubbed?" 

"Not just her legs, silly. I do a little number on her crotch which never fails to blow her away."

Lori remained quiet as I continued to work on her legs. I had one palm high on each thigh. My left hand was on her left leg and my right hand on her right leg. In this position my fingers were working on her butt and my thumbs were sliding along the seam of her panties on each side of her cunt.

Lori moaned and then she said, "Could you bring me off like this?"

"Sure." I said and slowly let my thumbs brush over her silk covered cunt. My heart began racing and my prick got even harder. I began to lightly scratch her pussy with my fingertips, still outside her panties. She was panting pretty hard when I said, "The panties should go now." And I casually reached up Lori's hips and she rose up to help me slid them down her legs. 

I pushed her skirt up unto her stomach and I got my first look at her bare cunt. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored causing her large breasts to rise and fall against her silk blouse. Her nipples looked as hard as my prick. I went back to rubbing Lori's legs and I ignored her bare cunt. She began to sink once again into a state of blissful relaxation. Now my hands reached the tops of her legs and since I was not barred from further progress and I lightly massaged the outer lips of Lori's flower. The inner petals were beginning to darken and swell and the hood of her clitoris became more defined.

After a few minutes of this, I reached my left hand between Lori's legs and slowly and gently let my fingers settle between the cheeks of her ass. My middle finger was firmly nestled along the crack of her ass. I slid my thumb between her inner lips and placed it at the juicy entrance to her vagina. I let it settle in without putting any real pressure on her and it just filled the entrance. With my right hand I slid my fingers up and down along the seam between her outer and inner lips. She just moaned and relaxed down onto my hands. I could feel her squeezing her rectum and pussy against my fingers. I anchored her clit with my right thumb and then with the tip of my index finger I lightly felt for the seam just under the head of her clit and I brushed it so lightly that my finger could hardly feel the contact.

Within a few seconds Lori was breathing heavily and gasping every time she exhaled. I kept up the feather like flutter on her clit. The thumb of my left hand was still only filling the entrance to her cunt without actually penetrating inside. Lori's hips began to undulate and it seemed that she was trying to get my thumb into her cunt but I kept it just filling the entrance. I kept the butterfly flutter on Lori's clit and suddenly she began explode into a really strong climax. I never stopped and she climaxed for about two full minutes.

When Lori's climax subsided I didn't stop what I was doing. It only took about another minute for Lori to begin her second climax. She was lubricating profusely and her moans were so loud I feared that she would wake Janet or Frank. This time Lori pressed her crotch against my hand. I slipped my middle finger into her rectum and my thumb into her cunt and I began to squeeze them together like a pulse. Lori began to raise her crotch up off the couch and she really flooded my hand with her juices. I kept my actions constant and Lori was thrashing and climaxing and squirting for a really long time. I kept her cunt throbbing on my thumb the whole time. Finally Lori reached down and held my finger still on her clit. 

When she released my hand I removed them both and looked down at her open red cunt and I bent down and kissed her sopping crotch. Lori pushed my head away and said she was just too sensitive. She just laid there for a few minuets and then said, "How did you do that to me? I almost passed out."

I sat up and played innocent, "Oh was that different?"

"I have never felt anything like that. How did you get your fingers so far up inside me? You touched places I never even knew existed."

"They just grow to the right size when you need it."

"Well Boy I sure must have needed it. I didn't know sex could feel like that. I could become addicted to that."

"OK enough of this. Why don't you put your pants back on and help me get Janet to the car."

"But I feel guilty. I should do something for you."

"I enjoyed doing that so don't worry."

We got Janet to the car and nothing more was said of the incident for several weeks.

The next mention was when we went to the West Coast of Florida together and we all shared a room. Lori seemed to dress sexier than usual and on several occasions I she got into positions that afforded me great views of her boobs or ass and even her crotch. On the second morning Frank went out early to fish, Janet was still sleeping and I was alone on the porch drinking coffee when Lori got up and came out. She was wearing a sexy black gown that became transparent when she stood between the rising sun and me. The sun was not the only thing rising, my dick was developing a noticeable bulge in my pajamas.

Lori sat back on the rail with her knees spread enough for me to see the light shining between her legs and she said, "Am I causing that or do you get one of those every morning?"

"I'm afraid you are the culprit."

With that she leaned forward and put her hands on her cleavage and let the spaghetti strap fall enough to give me a view almost to her right areola, "Should I feel guilty?"

"No I love getting hard while looking at your sexy body."

"Good because I'm going to keep you hard until you 'Butterfly' me again. That is all I've thought about since you did me. I dream about it, I fanaticize about it all day at work, and then I try to do it to myself at night after Frank falls asleep. Nothing comes close. I'm going nuts. You MUST do it again for me."

"What is it worth to you?"

"Anything. Anything you want."

"What I want is to see your glorious body, often. I want you to grab my prick and fondle my balls every time we are alone. I want to be free to touch all your private parts. Your boobs have always made me a little crazy. I want you to tease me with them and let me suck them any time I want. If I get plenty of attention, I'll 'Butterfly' you." 

"What ever you want." Lori said and she leaned over and put her hands on my bare legs and slid them up into my pajamas. I could see all the way down the front of her gown. Before her hands made contact with my dick and balls I said "Show me your boobs." She stood up and spread the front of her black gown slowly, exposing her beautiful bare breasts to my eyes for the first time. She posed and watched as the front of my pajamas rose up and started to throb. 

She said, "You like this little game don't you. I like to see that I have as much power over you as you do over me." Then she lifted her left boob to her mouth and licked the nipple. "If you're good I will let you do this." 

"Now, show me your dick." She ordered.

I opened the fly of my pajamas and exposed my hard on. I stood up in front of Lori and said, "Touch it with your tits."

First she made me remove my pajamas, and then she lay on the floor. I knelt over her chest and dropped my dick in the heavenly valley between Lori's boobs. She held her boobs firmly around my hot dick. "Fuck them!" 

I held her hot breasts and she held my swollen balls. The feelings were getting outrageous I knew I was about to explode. 

"Oh Ron, cum on me!" Lori begged. "Cover me with your sperm!"

"First lick it!" I commanded.

Lori stuck her tongue out and I laid the head of my prick on it. "I want to come in your mouth." I told her.

"Oh No. I just can't stand that." Lori answered.

"There goes the 'Butterfly' then."

"Oh God I'm so horny! I need it. Please?"

"Suck me till I cum!"

Lori opened her lips and took my tool into her mouth. She continued to massage my nuts and I worked her nipples until I couldn't stand any more and I shot an enormous load into her mouth.

It filled her mouth and ran out. I thought she would be repulsed but she grabbed my still squirting prick and milked it into her mouth.

"My turn." She announced while she was licking my dick clean.

We were shocked to hear the commode flush. Janet was awake! Lori jumped up and ran to her bedroom. I pulled my pajamas back on and when Janet strolled onto the porch I acted as if nothing had happened.

Poor Lori, all day she gave me first dirty looks then pitiful looks then lusty looks. I know she was sexually frustrated.

At the beach she spread her legs showing me more of her crotch than necessary. In the water I felt her boobs and when my hand reached her crotch she grabbed my wrist and held my hand against her cunt. "Butterfly Me!" She whispered into my ear.

"Tonight, I'll sit on the porch after Janet goes to sleep. When Frank falls asleep slip out wearing a gown but no panties" I pinched her cunt and sent a shiver up her back.

We enjoyed lots of things the rest of the day. Every time we were alone Lori would grab my crotch or I would feel her up. I put my hand up her skirt so many times that I almost slipped and did it in front of Frank or Janet. 

Lori's big boobs have always been my weakness and now being able to grab them any time I wanted had me in a higher state of sexual stimulation than I have ever experienced. Lori helped by teasing me every chance she got. She would bend over and show her cleavage, or grab her own boobs and offer them to me, or rub them on my back while I was standing next to Janet. Once she stood in front of Frank and casually moved her blouse and exposed her bare nipple to me while I was trying to have an innocent conversation with her husband. My dick was stirring and Lori noticed so she got a wicked gleam in her eye and pinched her nipple and licked her lips. I was close to loosing track of my conversation with Frank. I shifted around and crossed my legs and finally Lori walked away. I loved being teased like that.

While we were souvenir shopping I spotted a silk butterfly on a little clip. I took Lori behind the display and lifted her skirt and clipped the little creature to the crotch of her panties. "Keep this here to remind you of what is coming." I whispered to her. Later that evening, after dinner we were in the car returning to the hotel and Lori lifted her skirt showing me the Butterfly still on her crotch. 

It seemed like Janet took forever to fall asleep, but finally I slipped out to the veranda. Lori took another ten minutes to show up. When she arrived I took her out to the beach and told her that before she got "The Butterfly" I wanted to see her totally naked.

"I can't strip out here in the open!" She protested.

"Then no Butterfly!"

Lori slipped her gown over her head while I dropped my shorts. Finally we were naked together. I stood behind her with my prick nestled between her ass cheeks. She leaned back to kiss me as I reached between her legs. Lori bent over slightly and I let my frustrated prick slide up and down between her hot buns and I felt her tits.

"Blow me!" I said.

Without hesitation Lori dropped to her knees and began to feel my prick.

"I get 'Butterfly'd' tonight, RIGHT?" She asked holding my balls dangerously tight.

"I promise!" I exclaimed.

With that promise Lori opened her mouth and slipped her lips over what felt like my whole body.

"Oh Yessss swallow me Lori, I feel like I'm climbing into you!" 

Lori took a deep breath and slid my stick all the way down her throat. She kept my dick all the way in as she massaged my scrotum and balls with both hands. When her nails began to tickle my rectum I began to fire powerful volleys of sperm into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, each time squeezing every drop of cum from my pulsating prick. Then she pushed me down onto the sand and crawled over me and licked my crotch clean, which of course gave me another hard-on.

"Oh No!" She protested. "It's my turn."

"OK, OK It's your turn! Let's go where you will be more comfortable"

After considering several locations, we decided that the car would be the safest most comfortable place to "Butterfly" Lori.

We dressed went back to the hotel to get the car keys. I jumped into a shower and then we slipped back out to the parking lot. Lori was hyperventilating by the time we got to the car.

"I can't believe I'm finally going to feel the "Butterfly" again. She said.

"Don't get too worked up." I said. "It probably isn't as great as you remember it." 

"I'll chance it!"

Lori sat in the back seat and I slipped in next to her. She was wearing a long shiny gown, which clung to her legs very provocatively. It was so soft that it molded itself to her big breasts and accented her puffy areolas and hard nipples. I was getting as excited as she was. I reached out and ran my hands lightly over those exciting boobs.

"Oh god, I'm so horny I could almost climax from that."

I knelt on the floor as Lori lay across the seat and I began to touch her beautiful body. I dragged the back of my fingers lightly up her legs from her ankles to her knees and then back and forth across her thighs, scratching her so gently that she moaned in anticipation. When I reached her crotch I quickly brushed by it and scratched up her belly and rib cage to the bottom of her big boobs. I could feel their heat as I scratched around and around her hard nipples. Lori pushed her chest out to my touch and when I finally grabbed both bloated tits she began to spasm and as I squeezed her nipples in rhythm to her gasps she squeezed her legs together and continued to climax in spasm after spasm.

"How did that happen? I have never climaxed without lots of manipulation in my cunt."

"Sex is a mind thing and your mind has been ready."

"But I want the Butterfly"

"Well then strip for me, lay back and relax and let Dr. Ron do his thing."

Lori wasted no time removing her gown. I sat in the center of the seat and had her lay across my lap.

I again positioned my hands for the Butterfly and this time I had Lori's naked body in full view. As I began the fluttering against her clit she began to respond immediately. Her body rose and fell and I leaned over and took one of her flushed tits into my mouth. Her nipple was positively throbbing and as I sucked it and applied the Venus Butterflies to her clit.

I let my hard prick slid between her ass cheeks until the head replaced my finger at her rectum. As Lori moaned and began to climb the mountain to her climax she pressed her ass down onto my prick until the head slid past her sphincter and onto her bowel. I was totally immersed in this beautiful woman and she had her second climax. I kept fluttering her clit with the butterfly.

She held her tits together and I sucked both of her nipples into my mouth and fluttered my tongue between them, she moaned and jammed her ass all the way down onto my dick. As her third climax started I slid my thumb all the way into her cunt. Lori throbbed on my prick and I began to shoot a load of spunk up her ass. Now she was a climax machine, all her parts were responding and she was moaning and gasping and screaming and squirming and holding my head against her tits and grinding her ass on my dick and flooding my hand with her juices. This went on for a good five minutes and she finally collapsed in exhaustion. I massaged all of her beautiful body and then I went down on her and as I lapped up her cunt she looked down at me and said, "I have to do this every day!"