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Warm!

By: The_Dolphin



Dis 'n snikhete dag in die Karoo. Ek staan by 'n betaalpunt by die supermark en betaal vir 'n paar koue koeldranke wat ek gekoop het om die verswelgende hitte te probeer teëwerk. Ek bedank die kassier en stap vinnig na my motor in die parkeerterrein. Ek kan nie wag om by die woonstel te kom nie. Daar is ten minste lugreëling!

Ek sluit my motor oop en klim in. Net toe ek die motor wil aanskakel is daar 'n klop aan my venster. Ek kyk om. Dis Adele, 'n kollega van my.

'Hallo, John!' groet sy. By haar is haar tweejarige dogtertjie, Karli. Adele lyk prentjiemooi in 'n wit kortbroek en 'n moulose ligpienk toppie van T-hempmateriaal met 'n redelike lae hals. Haar perfekte wit tande en dik bos blonde hare vertoon ongelooflik goed teen haar goudbruin gelaat. Sy is 'n pragtige, goedversorgde vrou en altyd baie gesteld op haar voorkoms. 

Ons is baie goeie vriende, eintlik eerder sielsgenote. Ons is baie gemaklik in mekaar se geselskap en geen onderwerp is taboe nie. Sy het 'n uitstekende sin vir humor en geniet 'n stout grap terdeë. Sy maak 'n geruime tyd reeds die dier in my wakker, maar ek het dit nooit durf wys nie, grootliks uit respek vir haar en haar huwelik. Maar hier waar sy so onverwags langs my motor opduik, voel ek dadelik so 'n kriewelig 'n my kortbroek.

Ek maak die venster oop en groet haar. 'Hallo, jong! Jis, maar jy is perfek aangetrek vir hierdie snikhete somersdag...' 

'Sjoe! Is dit nie bloedig warm nie? Dis amper onmoontlik om af te koel op so 'n dag. Dis selfs te warm om te swem.' sê sy.

'Wel, ek is op pad huis toe en die eerste ding wat ek gaan doen is om onder 'n yskoue stort in te spring.' antwoord ek.

'Mmmm... Klink heerlik.' sê sy.

'Wel, jy's welkom om saam te kom...' nooi ek.

'O, baie dankie! Uitnodiging met dank aanvaar!' spot sy. As sy maar net geweet het hoe ernstig ek was.

Sy leun met haar arm op my deur terwyl haar ander hand haar dogtertjie se hand vashou. Laasgenoemde smul heerlik aan 'n roomys en het nie 'n saak met ons nie. Sy leun vooroor en ons gesels oor ditjies en datjies. My oë bly onwillekeurig dwaal na haar hals waar haar vol tiete se rondings uitsteek bo die toppie. Haar skamele wit bra, nou duidelik sigbaar terwyl sy vooroor leun, het al sy dae om daardie netjiese stel tiete binne te hou. Ek wonder of sy bewus is van die feit dat sy besig is om haar bates ten toon te stel. Of doen sy dit dalk met opset om my reaksie te toets? Ek glo darem nie... Ek dink nie sy het enige idee wat sy besig is om aan my te doen nie! Sy maak my net nog warmer op hierdie snikhete dag!

Ons gesels nog so 'n rukkie en dan besluit ek om 'n klip in die bos te gooi.

'Nou ja, daai koue stort wag. Dan sien ek jou by my woonstel..?' waag ek dit.

'Ha, ha... Droom aan, kêrel!' antwoord sy.

'Hoekom nie..?' waag ek dit weer

'Wat?!' roep sy, effens onkant gevang hierdie keer. 'Jy is wragtig ernstig!'

'Ek spot nooit oor sulke ernstige sake nie.' antwoord ek..

'Maar jy weet tog dis onmoontlik! Ek kan mos nie... Ons kan mos nie...' stamel sy. 'Ag, jy terg my alweer!'

'Ek was nog nooit ernstiger in my lewe nie.' antwoord ek. 'Maar moenie dat ek jou onder druk sit nie. Dis jou besluit. Ek sal wag vir jou. As jy nie opdaag nie sal ek verstaan. Tot later dan.'

Sy antwoord nie. Ek skakel die motor aan en ry weg. In my truspieël sien ek hoe sy my onseker agterna kyk vir 'n oomblik en dan na haar motor toe stap.

Ek ry vinnig huis toe. 'n Warboel gedagtes maal deur my kop. Sê nou net sy daag regtig op? Hoe sal ek die situasie hanteer? Dan sit ek die idee uit my kop uit. Dis pure lawwigheid. Wensdenkery. Geen kans dat so 'n geluk my te beurt sal val nie. Sy het buitendien haar dogtertjie by haar, wat enige amoreuse verwikkelinge ontmoontlik maak.

Ek kom by die woonstel aan en kry 'n yskoue bier uit die yskas uit. Ek gaan sit in die sitkamer en hou die straat dop. Wie weet, net miskien... Ek neem 'n paar lang teue van my bier. Nee wat, ek droom drome! Daar is geen kans nie. 

Net toe ek wil opstaan en gaan stort, vang my oog 'n bekende voertuig wat in die pad aangery kom. Kan dit wees..? Dit is! Dis waaragtig Adele se silwer Jetta! Wel, wel, wel... Hier kom dalk net 'n ding!

Sy ry stadiger en net toe dit lyk of sy gaan stilhou, ry sy weer weg. Bliksem! Dit was amper. Wel, ten minste lyk dit darem of sy dit oorweeg het...

Ek sit teleurgesteld en suig aan my bier. Ek dink aan wat kon gewees het. Maar nou ja... Wensdenkery! Ek drink my bier klaar en staan op om maar te gaan stort. Dan sien ek dit! Hier kom sy wragtig weer aangery! Hierdie keer hou sy stil.

Sy parkeer voor my woonstel en sit vir 'n ruk voor haar en uitstaar. Dan maak sy die deur oop, tel haar dogtertjie op haar heup en kom aangestap in die rigting van my woonstel. Ek voel so 'n lamte in my knieë. Ek wag vir die voordeurklokkie om te lui. Ek stap voordeur toe. My hande bewe en ek voel soos 'n senuweeagtige hoërskoolseun op sy eerste afspraak. Ek maak die deur oop. Sy staan net daar, sê niks. Ek nooi haar binne en maak die deur agter haar toe. Ek beduie vir haar om te sit.

'Jammer.' sê sy. 'Hierdie was 'n fout. Ek moenie hier wees nie. Ek moes nie gekom het nie. Moet asseblief nie vir my kwaad wees nie.' Sy draai om in die rigting van die voordeur.

'Nonsens!' antwoord ek. 'Ons is albei mooi groot. En soos ek gesê het -- geen druk. Jy is welkom om te gaan as jy wil. Maar ek sal dit waardeer as jy ten minste eers 'n drankie saam met my drink. Kom sit.'

'Goed dan.' sê sy en sit haar dogtertjie neer. Ek skink vir haar 'n koue glas wyn en koeldrank vir Karli. Vir myself skink ek nog 'n bier. Haar hand bewe as sy die glas by my neem. So dis nie net my senuwees wat pla nie...

Ons gesels vir 'n rukkie en ek doen my bes om haar te laat ontspan. Dis nie maklik nie. Ek self is alles behalwe ontspanne. Ek skakel die TV aan en sit dit op Cartoon Network. Toe Karli vir Bugs Bunny sien, helder haar gesig op en sy gaan sit voor die TV, verlore in 'n wêreld van haar eie.

Adele drink haar wyn vinnig op. Ek is bang haar moed begewe haar weer en besluit om die volgende skuif te maak.

'Nou ja, ek gaan nou stort as jy nie omgee nie.' sê ek. 'Jy weet jy is welkom om saam te kom.' Ek staan op, neem haar hand en trek haar op. Ek lei haar deur my slaapkamer na die badkamer. Sy steek by die deur vas. 

'Ek kan nie. Moet asseblief nie vir my kwaad wees nie...' 

'Soos ek gesê het -- geen druk!' sê ek. Ek gaan sit op die toilet en sy leun teen die wasbak.

Ek skop my sandale uit en trek my T-hemp oor my kop. Sy ky my met groot oë aan. Ek staan op om die badkamer deur toe te maak. 

'Asseblief... Los dit oop. Karli kan dalk paniekerig raak as sy alleen is.'

Ek los die deur oop. Ek leun by die stort in en maak die krane oop. Ek stel die water tot op 'n aangename koel temperatuur en draai na Adele. 'Wel..?'

'Ek kan nie.' sê sy beslis. 'Stort jy gerus. Ek sal vir jou in die sitkamer wag.' Sy draai om na die deur.

'Wag!' sê ek en trek haar weer liggies die badkamer binne. 'Moenie gaan nie.' Sy leun weer teen die wasbak. Ek staan voor die oop stortdeur. Dan trek ek sonder seremonie my kortbroek en onderbroek uit. Ek staan poedelkaal voor haar. Ek veg teen die begeerte om haar net daar in my arms te neem, maar ek is bang dat dit die situasie sal ruineer. Ek draai my rug op haar en klim in die stort. Ek neem die seep en begin my was. Ek draai om na die oop stortdeur en kyk na haar. Sy leun steeds teen die wasbak, haar oë groot en haar mond effens oop. Sy staar nou skaamteloos na my naaktheid, 'n blos op haar wange. 

Dan lig haar blik van my snelgroeiende ereksie tot sy my in die oë kyk. Haar hande kruis oor haar heupe en sy trek haar toppie uit haar kortbroek uit. Sy sug en trek dan in een beweging die toppie oor haar kop. Die dun, deursigtige materiaal van haar bra doen niks om haar groot tepels weg te steek nie. Haar tiete is 'n toonbeeld van perfeksie. Ek skat hulle op 'n 36C. Sy het 'n sexy goue naeltjiering met wat lyk soos 'n diamant insetsel. Sy leun weer teen die wasbak en kyk na my. Ek sê niks, maar my goedkeuring van die situasie wat besig is om te ontvou word duidelik weerspieël deur my stokstywe voël wat nou skaamteloos voor my die lug inbeur!

Sy laat val die toppie op die toilet se deksel en haar hande sak na die voorkant van haar kortbroek toe. Sy knoop dit stadig los terwyl sy my steeds in die oë kyk. Pynlik stadig stoot sy die broek oor haar heupe en haar hooggesnyde broekie kom te voorskyn. Die kortbroek val om haar enkels. Sy buk, tel dit op en sit dit by haar toppie op die toilet. Dan staan sy weer regop en kyk na my, geklee slegs in haar bra en bypassende broekie. Die deursigtige materiaal van haar broekie span styf oor haar bultende doos en ek kan duidelik die kortgeknipte driehoekie van haar dooshare deur die materiaal sien. 

Ek spuit 'n blerts vloeibare seep in my hand uit die houer teen die stortmuur. My hand sak af en sluit om my klipharde voël. Ek begin skaamteloos my draad te trek met lang, seperige, stadige hale terwyl ek haar steeds in die oë kyk. Dit lyk nie of dit haar pla nie. Inteendeel, sy reik agter haar rug en maak haar bra los. Sy laat val dit vorentoe oor haar arms en sit dit by haar ander klere. Haar perfekte vol, ferm tiete met die groot donkerbruin tepels is bykans te veel vir my. Ek moet dadelik my piel los of ek kom net daar in die stort! En dis die laaste ding wat ek nou sou wou hê...

Sy kyk weer in my oë. Haar tiete beur trots voor haar uit. Ongelooflik! Sy het reeds 'n tweejarige kind, maar ek is seker sy sal nog enige dag die potloodtoets slaag. 

Sy draai haar rug na my en haar duime glip in die kante van haar broekie in. Sy trek dit stadig af. Die rondings van haar kaal boude wat te voorskyn kom is amper te veel vir my! Sy laat val die broekie ook by die res van haar klere en draai na my toe. Sy staan 'n oomblik stil en regop terwyl ek haar naaktheid inneem. Dan kom sy nader gestap met wiegende heupe. Haar ferm tiete sidder effens met elke tree. My oë is vasgenael op die kortgeknipte heuningblonde driehoekie van haar dooshare. Onder dit is haar klofie en skaamlippe duidelik sigbaar.

Ek hou my hand uit na haar. Sy neem dit en ek help haar die stort binne. Ek neem haar in my arms. Die sensasie van haar naakte, nat liggaam teen myne, haar ferm tiete wat teen my bors druk is absoluut onbeskryflik! Sy bewe effens. Ek hou haar net vas en gee haar tyd om gewoond te raak aan die situasie. My stywe piel druk ongeduldig teen die sagtheid van haar maag tussen haar doos en haar naeltjie. Ek lig haar ken en soen haar. Ek toets haar met die tippie van my tong. Sy reageer deur haar mond oop te maak. Haar tong dartel in my mond in en sy soen my vurig terug. Steeds praat ons nie.

Dan stoot sy my saggies weg. Ag nee! Nie al weer nie! Het sy nou al weer bedenkinge? Ek word aangenaam verras as haar hand om my stywe piel sluit. Sy begin stadig en ritmies my draad te trek terwyl sy my soen. Ek neem haar linkertiet in my hand en laat sak my kop oor haar bors. Sy snak na haar asem as my lippe om haar stywe tepel vou. Ek suig en knibbel liggies daaraan terwyl sy haar hand op my agterkop plaas en my stywer teen haar tiet vastrek.

Ek spuit nog 'n blerts seep in my hand en smeer dit oor haar rug en boude. My hand gly oor haar plat maag en af tot ek haar dooshare streel. My middelvinger glip in haar nat gleuf in. Haar doos is glad geskeer rondom haar lippe. Sy maak haar bene wyer oop om my beter toegang te gee. Ek steek my vinger heeltemal in haar nat poes in. Sy kreun en trek my draad met meer intensiteit. Ek glip my wysvinger ook in haar in en vinger haar hard en vinnig met twee vingers. Sy kreun hoorbaar van genot.

'Mamma!'

Ons skrik ons boeglam as Karli ons wreed terrugruk na die werklikheid. Daar staan die kleinding voor die oop stortdeur met 'n groot glimlag op haar gesig. Adele stoot my hard weg en lyk vir 'n oomblik of sy gaan flou word. Sy is wasbleek. Sy ruk haar egter gou reg.

'Ek dink sy kry warm. Net 'n oomblik' sê sy. Sy klim uit die stort uit en trek Karli se klere uit. Sy tap 'n bietjie water in die bad langs die stort en tel haar in. Karli sit en speel in die water met die speelding wat sy saamgebring het en lyk heel tevrede.

Adele neem 'n handdoek en begin haarself afdroog.

'Wat nou?' vra ek teleurgesteld.

'Ek is jammer.' sê sy. 'Ek kan nie. Nie met Karli hier nie.'

Maar ek is nou by omdraai verby! Soos hulle sê -- 'n stywe piel het geen gewete nie.

'Kom aan!' probeer ek haar oorreed. 'Die kind is nog nie eers behoorlik twee jaar oud nie. Sy het geen benul wat ons doen nie.'

'Wat as sy onthou? Wat as sy eendag hierdie beeld van haar ma kaal in die stort saam met 'n ander man onthou? Hoe kan ek dit ooit vir haar verduidelik?' 

'Adele, ek weet jy is bekommerd en ek verstaan dit, maar wees realisties. Dink 'n bietjie terug. Kan jy enigiets onthou van toe jy twee jaar oud was?' vra ek.

'Nee, glad nie. Jy is reg. Ek is seker laf.' 

'Nou kom stort klaar. Daar is niks om jou oor te bekommer nie.' moedig ek haar aan.

Sy kyk vir my en kyk dan na Karli. Sy lyk vir 'n oomblik onseker. Dan laat val sy die handdoek en klim terug in die stort. Ek neem haar weer in my arms. Sy trek weg en loer deur die halfdeurskynende kant van die stort na Karli se silhoeët in die bad. Karli lyk nog dolgelukkig te oordeel aan die gejil en geplas in die bad.

Sy draai terug na my toe. 'Jong, is jy seker sy sal nie onthou nie..?' 

Ek antwoord haar nie. Ek trek haar naakte liggaam nader en soen haar. Sy soen my terug en haar arms vou om my nek. Ek neem weer haar vol tiet in my hand. Sy kreun as ek haar stywe tepel liggies tussen my vingers rol. My piel staan dadelik weer op aandag! Sy neem deeglik kennis daarvan as my pielkop weer teen haar maag vasdruk. Sy glimlag en haar hand vou om my balsak. Sy neem van die vloeibare seep in haar ander hand en begin my eiers inseep. Hemels! Dan smeer sy my voël seep en begin weer my draad trek. Elke keer as haar gladde hand oor my geswelde voëlkop gly voel dit asof ek net daar gaan kom! Ek trek later weg van haar af. Sy kyk effens verbaas na my en dan verstaan sy. Sy spoel die seep af en hurk voor my. My pielkop sweef onheilspellend voor haar gesig soos 'n mamba wat wil pik. Ek wonder nog of sy dit in haar mond gaan neem toe ek die nat, sagte, warm gevoel kry van haar lippe en tong wat om my pielkop vou. Sy begin gulsig suig en ek moet net keer of ek kom! Ek neem haar kop tussen my hande en naai haar mond met diep, stadige hale. Dit verbaas my om te sien hoe my piel amper tot teen my eiers in haar mond in verdwyn. Sy het dit duidelik al vantevore gedoen. Dan begin dit weer vir my te veel raak. As ek nie my piel uit haar mond uit haal nie gaan ek beslis kom. Ek hou op om haar mond te naai en beduie vir haar om dit stadiger te vat, maar dis net vet op die vuur! Nou suig sy eers met oorgawe! Ek besef dat ek in elk geval gaan kom. Daar is 'n tinteling in my eiers wat vir my sê ek is reeds by omdraai verby. Ek trek terug sodat ek darem nie in haar mond kom nie. Sy verstewig egter haar greep op my piel en suig harder en vinniger. Ek neem weer haar kop tussen my hande en naai haar mond met diep, vinnige hale. Skielik is dit asof my eiers ontplof en ek sien sterre as ek straal na straal pêrelwit kom in haar keel afspuit. Sy verbaas my weer eens deur dit gulsig af te sluk. Sy hou aan suig totdat my piel begin slap word. Sy laat glip dit uit haar mond uit, kyk op na my met 'n stout glimlag en vee die oortollige kom van haar mondhoeke af.

Sy staan op en ek hou haar vas terwyl ek agteroor leun teen die stortmuur om te herstel. Die koel water van die stort vloei verfrissend oor ons. Ek sien hoe sy deur die glas van die stort loer of Karl nog OK is.

'Sjoe! Dit was ongelooflik!' is al wat ek kan uitkry. Wanneer ek uiteindelik weer my asem terugkry, trek ek haar nader en soen haar. Ek proe my saad in haar mond. Vreemd, ek vind dit nogal baie eroties.

'OK, jou beurt!' sê ek as ek weer haar stywe tepel in my mond neem. My hand gly weer oor haar maag af tot by haar doos. Sy maak weer haar bene vir my oop. Ek lê my middelvinger in haar gleuf en streel liggies oor haar klit terwyl ek haar tepel suig. Sy kreun en haar heupe begin effens beweeg saam met die ritme van my vinger. Sy laat sak haar kop en begin knibbel aan my oor terwyl ek haar tiet suig. Dit maak my absoluut rasend en kort voor lank het ek weer 'n horing wat skrik vir niks!

Ek gaan kniel voor haar en sy sit haar regterbeen oor my skouer. Haar poes is nou gerieflik naby my mond. Haar skaamlippe is redelik prominent. Ek soen haar vlesige poes liggies. Sy sidder. Ek steek my tong uit en lek haar nat sloot met lang hale van onder en eindig bo by haar klit. Sy reageer deur te kreun en haar doos ritmies op die maat van my tong teen my mond vas te druk, haar hande agter my kop. Ek sper haar lippe oop met my vingers om haar klit te ontbloot. Ek kielie die sensitiewe knoppie liggies en vinnig met die punt van my tong. Gou voel ek die ligte trillings in haar onderlyf. Haar hande klou krampagtig aan my kop. Ek weet sy gaan enige oomblik kom. Ek knyp haar klit liggies tussen my lippe vas en werk dit nog vinniger met my tong. Dis vir haar skielik te veel en sy kom met 'n luide kreet! Haar bene gee mee onder haar en sy druk met haar hande teen die kante van die stort in 'n poging om regop te bly. Ek ondersteun haar met my skouer terwyl sy op my sit, haar onderlyf rukkend in die ritmiese spasmas van 'n intense orgasme.

Wanneer sy uiteindelik bedaar, laat sak ek haar op haar voete en staan regop. Ek neem haar weer in my arms. 'Sjoe...!' is al wat sy uitkry as sy haar arms om my vou. Ons staan vir 'n rukkie in stilte in 'n omhelsing terwyl die koel water oor ons loop. Sy haal hoorbaar asem. Ek laat sak my hande tot op haar nat, ferm boude en trek haar onderlyf teen myne vas. Weer druk my stywe piel teen haar maag, 'n teken dat hierdie sessie nog lank nie verby is nie.

'Jis, jy't ook geen einde nie!' spot sy.

'Kla jy?' vra ek.

'Nee, hoegenaamd nie.' fluister sy met 'n glimlag as haar hand om my stywe piel vou. Sy begin my draad trek terwyl ek met haar tiete speel. Ek trek liggies aan haar linkertepel en rol dit weer tussen my vingers. Sy los my piel en spuit weer 'n blerts seep in haar hand. Haar seepgladde hand vou om die blinkpers ronding my pielkop en sy voer sulke draaibewegings daarop uit wat my rasend maak! Hierdie vrou weet wat sy doen! 

Ek laat sak my hand tussen haar bene in en glip twee vingers in haar nat poes in. Ek vinger haar vir 'n ruk en besluit dan dis tyd vir die volgende stap. Ek haal haar hand van my piel af en trek haar nader. Sy is korter as ek en ek tel haar linkerbeen op. Haar doos is nou hoër en binne trefafstand van my stywe piel. Ek neem my piel in my hand en lê my pielkop in die gladde gleuf van haar poes.

'Wag!' sê sy en loer weer na Karli deur die glas van die stort. Karli is nog steeds heel gelukkig in die bad. Ek stoot liggies vorentoe en voel hoe haar poeslippe oopgaan en padgee om my piel te otnvang.

'Nee, wag! Ek dink ons moet liewer 'n kondoom gebruik.'

''n Kondoom? Is jy dan nie op die pil nie?' vra ek verbaas.

'Ja, ek is. Maar ons ken nie mekaar se seksuele geskiedenis nie en ek wil nie kanse waag nie.' sê sy ferm.

'Jy's nie ernstig nie! Is dit nou regtig nodig?' vra ek half ergerlik. Ek haat die goed! Dit voel nou maar eenmaal nie dieselfde nie...

'As jy verder wil gaan, ja.' antwoord sy beslis.

Half moerig spring ek onder die stort uit en draf met my nat lyf tot by my bedkassie. Ek haal 'n rooi kondoom uit die laai uit en trippel terug in die stort in. Ek gee dit vir haar. Sy skeur die pakkie oop en haal dit uit. Sy gee my stywe piel so 'n paar vriendelike trekke en rek dan die kondoom met albei hande oop. Sy trek dit oor my pielkop en rol dit dan behendig af oor die volle lengte van my piel.

'So ja, dis beter!' sê sy met 'n glimlag en sit haar hande weer om my nek.

Ek lig weer haar been op om die hoek reg te kry. Hierdie keer help sy my. Sy vat my piel en sit dit self teen die opening van haar poes. Ek stoot stadig vorentoe en voel hoe haar dooslippe oopsper en om my pielkop vou. Ek stop. Sy begin effens ongeduldig teen my stoot in 'n poging om my piel in haar te kry. Dan stoot ek weer stadig vorentoe. Ek kry daardie hemelse gevoel as die sagte, nat warm voue van haar poes my piel geleidelik verswelg Sy snak na haar asem. Ek druk dieper totdat ek voel hoe my balle teen haar boude vasdruk. Ek is nou heeltemal binnein haar. Ek staan vir 'n ruk doodstil met my piel in haar. Dan trek ek hom stadig uit tot net my pielkop tussen haar dooslippe sit. Ek sit my los hand onder haar boude en haar arms glip om my nek. Ek stoot hard en diep vorentoe. Sy kreun en ek begin haar naai met lang, diep hale. Sy laat sak een hand tot op my boude. Dis asof sy my met elke vorentoe stoot dieper in haar wil intrek.


Warm



He was a smooth furred neko. His muzzle was a soft white, but most of his hair was a rich dark brown. He kept it clipped somewhat short, not that it really needed it. He was a natural short hair was it was. His paws were the same soft white. Even his ears were dark brown, with white tufts. But the dark hair on his head also covered most of his body, unlike his younger sister. He could picture her even now. While her paws were white like his, this they shared in common, her body more closely resembled a human female.The lack of fur above her wrists and ankles, rough skin instead of a smooth coat. She covered herself instead in clothes that fit her form. Her hair was a rich dark reddish orange, and her ears, those of a neko, were of a similiar shade. Often she woke him up in the strangest of ways. Even now, he could almost hear her voice calling him by name.

He woke up in his bed to his younger sister naked, on top of him, under his sheets. "W-what are you doing!?"

She tried to snuggle down on him. "I was cold, and you're realty warm!" She says simply, in a soft voice.

"B-but why are you naked!?" He struggles, trying to move.

She only tries to snuggle him more, pressing down on him, as he tries to move. "B-But isn't that how you get the warmest?"

"B-b-but you're my sister!" He looks away and has to think, wondering what would be the best thing do to. He'd secretly fancied her for well, since he could remember..He stares deeply into her eyes, then kisses her deeply, running his hands down her body and grabbing her ass tightly. "You naughty girl."

She blinked once, staring into his eyes as she kisses him just as deeply in return. She blushes as he ran his hands down her body, and grabbed her ass. She reaches up slowly with her own hands, to glide them up his body, then back down, to give his waist a soift squeeze. "How am I naughty?"

"Well you're my younger sister, and your naked on top of me in my bed..." He continues kissing her, and grabs her ass tighter, his cock throbbing for her pussy.

She keeps kissing him in return, and moves her legs so she would be straddling him, as she looks at him. She softly caresses his sides, as she says. "But isn't this what I'm supposed to do?"

"N-no! You're supposed to be taking my cock inside you.. L-like this sister" He slides his cock inside her pussy and runs his hands up her body, resting them over her breasts.

She squeezes his sides slightly more, as he slides it inside of her pussy. She starts to slides down on it, further, grinding him a bit, before moving back up, and repeating the motion, squeezing him lightly. "L-Like that?"

"Mm." He moans sotfly, then pulls on her breast, forcing her body closer to his he kisses her deeply then starts playing with her breasts as she starts to slowly fuck him. "Y-yes sister, mm."

As her body was pulled closer to his, she kissed him just as deeply, letting out a soft moan into his mouth, as her breasts are played with. She starts to rock her body faster, softly moving him back and forth inside. He closes his eyes, sliding his tongue inside her mouth he thrusts upwards, wanting every inch of his hard cock deep inside his sister's dripping pussy. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth, and suckles on it lightly, rubbing her tongue on his. Feeling his thrust upwards, she slid down, as he moved, sinking all of his cock deep inside, as she grinded against him a moment, before starting to pump him back and forth. He sucked lightly back on her tongue as she started fucking him harder. As he juggled her perfect breasts about, he forced his cock deeper insider her pussy, feeling it so close to her womb. "W-wow sister! You're amazing!"

Her cheeks flushed a bit, as he juggled her breasts about, and let out a moan, as he forced his cock deeper inside her pussy, as she felt him getting close to her womb. Her inner walls tightened around him more, as she continued to fuck him. "S-so deep, brother!" 

Feeling her pussy tighten around his cock, he rolled them over so he was on top. He then started fucking her hard and faster, sucking on her bottom lip as he did. She blinked, as he rolled them over, so he was on top. As he started fucking her hard and faster, she moaned softly, pressing her hips up to meet his movements, and wrapped her legs around him, to sink him further inside. Licking him lightly, as he sucked on her bottom lip. 

His cock still deep inside her tight little cunt he continues fucking her, faster and harder with each thrust. moans from his cock being deep in her cunt, as she starts to move her body with his. She rocks her body on his cock, as he fucks her, meeting his thrusts, and squeezing him lightly. He presses his body close to hers, his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside her. He kisses her deeply as they continue to fuck hard and fast. He then rolls them over so she's on top, his eyes glued to her naked body. She moans more as his cock keeps sliding deeper and deeper inside her. She kisses him deeply in return, as they continue to fuck, and since she's rolled on top, she starts to pump him in and out. She goes up, nearly to his tip, before thrusting all the way down.,and repeating this. 

He closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her and her tight pussy fucking him. He thrusts upwards to add to the pleasure whilst placing his hands firmly on her ass, forcing her body closer to his. She slides down as he thrusts up, trying to increase his pleasure, as she squeezes him a little tighter. She leans forward a little, resting her chest on his, as she fucks him. He bites her neck and moans that he's close to cumming before fucking her harder and faster, as he spanks her bottom hard. 

She kisses his neck lightly, and moans as he fucks her harder and faster. She blushes as he spanks her, and wraps her legs around him, sinking him deeper inside, before grinding on on him, as she squeezes him tightly. He closes his eyes as he feels his cock slide deeper inside her, thrusting harder and faster he moans loudly as they cum together. "Mmm!" He cums deep inside her, his hands placed firmly back on her ass. His thick shaft releases hot spurts of his seed into her womb, as her body convulses, milking him for all she's worth. 

They collapsed together on the bed, both breathing heavily. He lay her on her back, his chin resting between her heaving breasts, as they caught the air their lungs sought. She reached up slowly, with one paw to softly stroke his hair, causing a soft rumble to vibrate out of his chest as he began to purr. Covering them both up with a blanket, he lay still inside her, even as their purring caused them both to drift off to sleep.



Warm Afternoon



It is the middle of the afternoon and we are on a trip. You are driving down a highway and I have grown drowsy from the warm sun coming in the windows. I lay back my seat and close my eyes to rest. 

I feel a hand on my leg. Fingertips moving in slow circles above my knee, then moving to the inside of my thigh and up towards my body. I ease my legs apart, mesmerized by the sensation of your lightly touching fingertips and moan softly, my eyes still closed. Your fingers move further upward, brushing against my black silk underpants and I push against your fingers because I want more. You begin to rub my pussy through my panties and I love the feel of the silk and your sure touch; it makes me grow wet and now I rock my hips in a slow up and down motion. You begin to tug up my skirt so I raise off the seat enough that you can pull it up to my hips. Now I have my legs spread further apart and am moaning with pleasure and desire. You stop touching me. I wait a minute but then can't stand to go without it so I reach down between my legs and begin rubbing myself, down on my pussy, then up to my clit and back again. My panties are getting wet and I rub harder and faster and my breathing quickens. I keep my eyes closed; I like the feel of the hot sun on my skin, the motion of the car. I like knowing that you're watching me and feel extremely turned on by that. 

With one hand I pull my panties down while I use my other hand to massage my clit and pussy. I am completely given over to my own pleasure; moaning loudly as I continue rubbing myself until finally I cry out and arch my back as I come. 

You tell me not to move, or pull down my skirt and to keep my eyes closed. I lay on the seat, wondering what you have planned, when you will touch me, what you expect me to do. I feel the car making turns so I know you've pulled off the highway and after a while the car stops and you kill the engine. I don't feel the sun coming through the window anymore so I know we're in the shade and I can hear leaves rustling in the wind. 

You come around and open the passenger door and pull me out. It is hard not to peep but you remind me to keep my eyes closed so I do. You gently direct me to a thick blanket you have spread on the ground. You remove my shirt and bra then pull my skirt off. My panties are the next to go when you slowly slide them down my legs. The breeze feels wonderful against my bare skin. I want to kiss you and touch you but you make me lay still. I crave the feel of your body and plead with you to hurry but you won't and the wait is driving me crazy with desire for you. 

Finally you lay beside me and I can feel the warmth of your naked skin against mine. We kiss slowly and softly at first; gentle sweet kisses while we caress each other's smooth skin. I rub my palms over your nipples and you groan so I pinch them between my fingers to make them harder. I feel the hardness of your cock rubbing against my thigh; the sensation heightened by my closed eyes. You move your body higher next to mine so that I can lick your nipples and I do, licking and sucking them, softly biting them while you rub your cock against the warm soft skin of my stomach. I can't get enough of you and want to taste your body so I push you onto your back and trace a line down your stomach with my tongue, past your navel until I reach the soft, springy hair between your legs. I skip down to your inner thighs, and begin licking them, going further and further back with my tongue until I'm licking the cheeks of your ass. Then, I run my tongue forward, over your balls and upwards until I reach the base of your cock. I grasp you and run my hand up and down the length of it, squeezing firmly, and enjoying the combination of smooth skin and hard shaft. I cover your penis with soft, wet kisses before I lick firmly along the vein from the base to the head which I take in my mouth and swirl my tongue around, again and again. 

Savoring you in this way has me too excited and I don't want to come just from this so I climb on top of your body and grind against you. That feels wonderful but I want to fuck you so badly that I can taste it and I position your penis so that the tip is just beneath me. I slide down in an unhurried, continuous motion until I feel every inch of your cock inside my pussy. Then I lift up with even more exquisite slowness until only the tip of your cock remains inside before pushing down again so that I feel you deep within. There is nothing in the world for me but you and the feel, smell, sound and touch of you, inside and out. You put your hands on my hips and help to guide me up and down as we rock and moan together until we both come. 

We lay together, drained and loose, while the breeze blows over our cooling skin. At last, I open my eyes and look into yours where I see a mirror of the satisfaction and love I'm feeling.



Warm Afternoon



I shifted slightly in bed, barely moving. It was neither the dream nor the breeze flowing over my body that tugged at my sleep. It was a distant sound like an echo. A voice... or something else? I tried to focus. No... multiple voices, vague and indistinct. My mind scrambled to process meaning as these voices pulled me slowly, inexorably toward consciousness. 

I rolled onto my back and was greeted by familiar objects. Ceiling, walls, bookcase, pictures, posters, even the sunlight streaming though the open window were all reassuring. I was home again. Time away in college had not changed a thing. I had changed, but my room remained the same.

The window curtains rose and fell gently in response to unseen currents of outside air. Light ebbed and flowed into the room with each tiny gust and the rhythmic movement of the cloth fabric was almost hypnotic. I sensed that it was a beautiful, warm afternoon beyond the curtains. Yawning, I turned and glanced at the clock. It was already past noon.

Loud laughter followed by two muted voices drifted down the hall from my sister's bedroom. I strained to recognize the second, soft and feminine. Its familiar tone clearly belonged to my cousin, Lisa. Jennifer and Lisa were together again. Generally, they were always together. Being born within a week of each other, living in the same town, attending the same schools, they grew up treating one another more like twin sisters than cousins. Everyone in our family treated Lisa like a sister.

Jennifer and Lisa's conversation quickened and became more animated. I heard them giggling hysterically. Their voices emerged from Jennifer's bedroom, and then faded, moving far away toward the front of the house. Each spoken word seemed to elicit renewed laughter from the two girls. I heard the front door open and close, followed quickly by the solid thump of the storm door. Their chatter evaporated and the house was still and silent.

Fully awake now, I contemplated what remained of the day. I didn't have anything important scheduled until a series of job interviews set for the following week. I had submitted resumes to numerous large companies before graduating and those submissions were beginning to pay dividends. Today, however, was mine... and I had no immediate plans.

I reached down and plucked one of my stroke magazines from under the bed and sat against the headboard. The cover displayed a totally naked, stunning blonde with a seductive smile. Also, on the cover was a listing of articles found within the issue. I rarely read the articles, but the photos were first class! I perused the menu of leading stories before choosing Sorority Girls of the Southeast. 

Thumbing through pages of southern beauties, my eyes fell upon a group photo of coeds from Florida. The next few pages included individual shots of each girl and short biographies. One characteristic they all shared was a rich golden tan. Two were brunettes while the others sported long, blond hair. I flipped to the next page and found that the girls were miraculously beginning to lose their clothing. I knew exactly how this particular summer day was going to begin and turned the page.

"Hey, sleepyhead!" A voice shattered the silence.

My eyes darted up from the magazine and toward the voice. Lisa stood perfectly framed in the doorway. My cousin's unexpected appearance shocked my ability to respond. Lisa immediately read my surprise, smiled broadly, and leaned against the door frame. 

"Gotcha, didn't I, Jason?" Lisa was amused that she had startled me.

I was finally able to answer, "Dammit, you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought I heard you and Jennifer leave."

"Well, everybody's gone... except me." Lisa took a small step inside the doorway while glancing curiously at the open magazine on my lap. "Jennifer had to go down to the college bookstore and buy a textbook for the summer session. Can you believe it? She failed Psych 102 last semester and now she has to make it up!"

"She failed? You mean totally failed, like with an F?" This was a revelation. My sister never failed a single class in her life. She always took great pleasure in pompously announcing her A's and B's. Now, it seemed, she had finally met her match in college.

"Oh, yeah, a big-time F." Lisa seemed to take a perverse delight in Jennifer's fall from grace. "And, your parents were really pissed." 

"Well, what happened? Did she blow the final?"

"She blew off everything, Jason. She submitted a sorry research paper, skipped lectures, just plain didn't study. She knew the final exam was a lost cause and didn't even show up. I don't know why she didn't drop the class earlier."

"That would have been the smartest thing to do." I quickly closed the open magazine. "What was she thinking?"

Lisa noticed my unusual movement and gazed suspiciously at the magazine. She fell silent and began to survey the bedroom. A puzzled expression transformed her face and she turned her attention to a cluster of pictures on the dresser. I took the opportunity to surreptitiously place the magazine face down on the bed beside me. I watched as Lisa silently toured the perimeter of my room. Stopping to touch and examine various items, she seemed preoccupied...consumed in thought. 

My cousin was a beautiful young woman. Gorgeous, according to most, would be a better description. She was casually dressed in a pair of bright red summer shorts and a contrasting snow white top. The top was brief enough to reveal several inches of golden tanned skin on her flat stomach as she moved about the room. I considered her slender, athletic build to be one of pure perfection. Lisa paused for a moment in front of the open window and concentrated on something far away. A brief gust of summer breeze gently lifted the curtains and her blond hair as she continued to stare straight ahead. A few seconds passed before she turned in my direction and spoke.

"It's nice to have you home again, Jason." I could see her smile return and her deep blue eyes brighten. 

"So, I haven't seen you since Christmas break. What's new besides your diploma?" Lisa moved to the side of my bed and playfully slapped my leg. "Scoot over and give me some space. I want to hear what you've been up to lately. Have you landed a job yet?"

I shifted my sitting position toward the middle of the bed. Lisa sat down on the edge, leaving one foot on the floor. 

"No, but I have prospects" I gave Lisa a rundown of the upcoming interview schedule. 

As I recounted the mundane details of the past few months I noticed Lisa began to mindlessly finger the edge of the magazine at my side. All the while she looked into my eyes, rarely blinking. Her blue eyes seemed to search my face for some reaction that never came.

"So, here I am." I concluded. "Back home for a couple of weeks."

"It should be fun." said Lisa. "We always had fun didn't we? I mean...you, me, and Jennifer. We did a lot of things together."

I nodded in agreement and watched Lisa look directly at the magazine and deliberately pull it toward her. 

"And what's this?" Lisa flipped the magazine upright and scanned the cover. She looked up with a devilish gleam in her eyes. "Oh, I see... now you're working on a graduate degree in anatomy?" 

She began to thumb through a few pages while perusing the photos. I stretched, leaned back, and used the moment to visually rediscover my cousin. The undulating curtains allowed sunlit patterns to wash over the room and highlight Lisa's golden hair. She continued to study the pages with more than passing interest. 

"These girls are really beautiful." Lisa abruptly closed the magazine and broke the stillness.

"Yeah, they are." I remained stationary, not really knowing how to take her comment.

"Do you have more of these?" 

What was this question all about? I casually leaned toward the edge of the bed and motioned toward the floor. Lisa bent at the waist, and peered under my bed. 

"Wow, you have a sizeable collection under there." Lisa seemed intrigued.

"A few." I replied.

"Jason, can I ask you a question?... It's kind of a personal question."

"Sure" Now I was intrigued.

"When guys read these magazines," She tapped the cover with one finger. "do they... you know... get turned on?"

Damn, I didn't expect that kind of interrogation from my cousin but I realized any denial would be useless and silly. Lisa was intently waiting for me to offer an answer. And, I was curious about her motive and getting a little turned on by her question. 

"Well, yeah..." I chuckled. "A normal guy can't look at a naked woman without some reaction."

"And what kind of reaction would that be?" Lisa edged slightly closer.

"Lisa! You know damn well what kind of reaction I'm talking about. You know what happens. What kind of a question is that anyway?" 

"Well, yeah..." Lisa fumbled and cautiously searched for the right words. "I know that certain things cause a guy's... you know... penis to get hard. I know all that stuff. Kissing, hugging... those things. But..."

"But what?" Lisa momentarily averted her eyes and I detected a rosy flush invade her cheeks.

"Jason, give me a break. This is difficult for me to do." Lisa was genuinely struggling. "You're a guy and... I just want to ask you about some things."

"Alright, ask me and I'll do my best." I smiled and Lisa positioned herself more comfortably on the bed. 

"When you read a magazine like this," She grabbed the issue and held it up for me to see. "do you get turned on?"

"Well, yeah... It's natural." I nodded and Lisa seemed to relax a bit.

"Now we're getting somewhere! Thank you, Jason." She exhaled before continuing. "So... are you... hard now?"

"Am I what?" I couldn't believe what I just heard from my cousin's lips. I sensed exactly where this line of questioning was moving and I wasn't sure I wanted to venture there.

"Ah, Jason, come on! You already know what I'm asking." Lisa pulled the magazine tightly against her abdomen and leaned slightly closer to me. "So, please tell me the truth." 

I reversed myself and became very interested in this voyage of exploration. I wanted to satisfy my curiosity and see where this conversation was headed. Lisa was obviously nervous and I seized the opportunity to make her squirm a little before answering. 

"Can you be a little more specific about how you define hard?" 

One brief moment passed before Lisa's perplexed expression dissolved away when she finally realized that I was toying with her mind. She shot me her best fake-angry look and then hurled the magazine at me in mock disgust. I shielded myself from her playful assault and broke into loud laughter.

"Gotcha, didn't I?" 

"You rat!! You had me going." Lisa scrambled to the middle of the bed and sat Indian-style against the footboard facing me. With her fingertips, she expertly pushed her blond locks over her shoulders and waited for my laughter to subside. "I suppose you're having a great time at my expense, but I'm not finished yet because you haven't answered my previous question." 

"And that question was...?" I acted forgetful.

"Does looking at that magazine give you an erection?" Lisa paused, swallowed, and pushed herself to continue. "No, what I really wanted to know is... are you hard right now? There... I said it, Jason." 

Looking deeply into Lisa's questioning eyes I began to feel a tingling sensation in my cock. I decided to be truthful instead of avoiding her inquiries. 

"I really didn't have enough time... you did surprise me a little." I smiled and waited for Lisa's reaction which came instantly.

"How long does it take?" Lisa was obviously on a mission.

"Do you mean how long does it take for my cock to get hard? Is that you're asking?" 

"Yes, sort of... I guess... so how much time does it take?"

"Less than a minute." Honesty seemed to be the best policy.

Lisa's eyes widened. "Wow... that's pretty fast." She leaned slightly toward me and rested her elbows on her knees.

"Would you have... done it... if I hadn't come in?"

"Done what?" I responded. I felt my cock pulsate in my boxers.

"Jennifer told me she saw you do it once." Lisa's voice became softer. "She saw you... masturbate in the woods on a camping trip."

"What!... I've never... she's never seen..." My voice trailed away to nothing. I suddenly felt like a trial witness under withering cross-examination. "She said that??"

Lisa waited for a moment and then proceeded.

"She told me that she secretly followed you downstream from our campsite one afternoon. You were going fishing alone and she saw you do it in a dense grove of trees next to the stream." Lisa paused and her voice fell to a whisper. "Do you still do it, Jason? Do you still masturbate?" 

"Sure." I wasn't going to lie and Lisa seemed somewhat relieved. 

"I've never seen a guy masturbate. I've never seen a hard cock." Lisa swallowed and took a deep breath before continuing. "Will... will you do it for me? Will you let me watch?"

Lisa placed one hand on my bare leg and I felt my cock stiffen. I sensed the tension mounting in both of our bodies. She paused and attempted to summon up all of her courage before continuing. 

"If you show me how a guy does it... if you let me watch... I'll show you how a girl does it. I'll do it for you, Jason. And, I'll show you everything. Please, I want to see what Jennifer saw in the woods that day." 

I knew it was wrong and I knew it was close to incest. But, I had quickly passed that 'point of no return' and simply nodded.

Lisa exhaled and smiled nervously. "I guess we should take our clothes off now, huh?"

"That might be a good idea." 

I pulled off my t-shirt and tossed it aside. I reclined back against the headboard clothed only in my boxers. Lisa followed by removing her white top, revealing a simple white bra. She reached behind and, pausing only slightly, unclasped it and allowed it to fall to her lap. Lisa's breasts were fully exposed to my eyes for the first time. It felt deliciously sinful to view my cousin. They were small, perfectly matched, and beautiful. Their creamy light color contrasted with her darkly tanned body. Her light brown nipples protruded and pointed directly at me. Lisa immediately removed her athletic shoes, pushing them over the side of the bed. She continued with her anklet socks and playfully flipped them in my direction. She leaned back against the footboard and tickled the bottoms of my feet with her toes. 

"Your turn!" A wickedly sweet smile transformed her face.

Lisa's blue eyes penetrated my soul. I slipped my thumbs under the waistband of the boxers, lifted my hips, and became totally nude in front of my cousin. I could hear Lisa exhale as my engorged cock came into view. 

"Oh, Jason, it's almost purple!" Lisa's voice was raspy. "And, it's so big!"

Lisa understood what came next and, eyes never leaving my cock, she unzipped her shorts. In one smooth, practiced motion she pushed her shorts over her ankles and kicked them aside. Only one barrier remained. Outside, a warm afternoon breeze lifted the curtains and flooded the room with sunlight. Lisa looked up at my face and hesitated only a moment before deftly inserting two fingers under the elastic of her white panties. She wiggled them over the curves of her hips and cast them off the bed. She instinctively attempted to partially cover up with an open hand and kept her knees together as if modesty were still an issue. We were both completely naked. 

Lisa's breathing was labored and audible. "Okay, Jason, please show me what you do... and..." Her voice trailed away to nothing. She hesitated one second before removing the hand that shielded her pussy and revealed perfectly smooth mounds on either side of her moist slit. Lisa's body was on fire as both hands moved upward to caress her breasts. My cousin's cheeks were flushed and her voice was ragged with passion.

"Do it for me... please... and I'll do it for you."

It was far too late for either of us to change our minds. I reached for my throbbing cock. When my fingers wrapped around my rod, Lisa moaned softly and parted her legs. The visual effect of her beautiful body, open and unshielded, was electrifying. I began to slowly stroke up and down my shaft. 

"Oh, Jason, that's so hot." Lisa's eyes became liquid. "You don't know how many times I've wished for this moment. I want to watch you come... I want to help you come."

Lisa's left hand remained on one breast while her right hand slid smoothly across her flattened stomach and down the length of her inner thigh. She pulled her knees up and spread her legs wide across the bed. Lisa kept her promise to show me everything. 

"Yessss..." It was the only response I could muster. I had never seen a girl so openly display herself to me. My heart was racing and each pumping movement of my hand brought a heightened tingling in my balls. I knew I couldn't last much longer. "Lisa... I'm so close."

Lisa's fingers descended toward her shaved mound and she began a slow, circular movement above her pink slit. With each motion she edged lower until her middle finger engaged the tiny nub of her clitoris. In one swift instant she recalled her hand to her mouth, added moisture to her fingertips, and resumed her frenzied pleasuring. 

I purposely slowed the jacking of my cock in an attempt to delay the eruption building deep within my body. I kept my eyes on Lisa's pussy and saw the most erotic scene I have ever witnessed. One finger delicately explored the cleft between her legs before completely disappearing inside her wetness. A deep, sucking sound was emitted as she rapidly probed back and forth. I watched her insert a second finger and her pelvis rose to meet her hand. Lisa's eyes were glazed, her face contorted, and she gently bit her lower lip.

"Now, Jason... please do it now!" Lisa focused only on my pulsating cock. "I want to see you shoot your white stuff... Oh, please, do it now!!"

I finally let go and feverishly began to masturbate more rapidly in the presence of my cousin's naked body. My dry throat allowed only a croaking sound to emerge as Lisa watched. I pumped furiously and grabbed the edge of the headboard for support. My cock began to uncontrollably spew semen. The first surge splashed upon my chest, the second on my leg, and the third on the bed sheets I shared with Lisa. I continued to pump until only clear fluids dribbled over my erection and onto my hand. I was gasping for air. 

"Oh, jeez!" Lisa witnessed her first male orgasm and her rapid breathing increased. 

Her eyes closed as she neared her own orgasm. Lisa's middle finger expertly strummed the swollen bud under its protective hood. Her hips pushed up against the palm of her hand. Every few seconds she dipped into her juices to moisten and continue. Finally, her facial muscles tensed, she clenched her teeth together, and a deep sound developed in her throat. In one motion, Lisa covered her pussy with both hands, squeezed her knees together, and rolled onto her side. We both remained quiet for several minutes. 

"Lisa, that was wonderful." I was spent and at a loss for any other words.

"Yes..." Lisa's breathing returned to normal. "I love you, Jason."

"I love you, too." 

Lisa rolled off the bed, quickly gathered her clothing together in a ball and abruptly headed toward the door.

"I need to take a shower before Jennifer gets back." Lisa paused in the doorway and produced a huge smile. "Next time, Jason, I want to do more!"

"More? What do you mean more?" 

"Oh, you'll find out." Lisa waved, and was gone.



Warm Air



Warm air. Wonderful stuff. We stepped of the aeroplane and felt it wash around us as we unwrapped ourselves from our winter coats. A bit too much white skin on show, but we would change that over the next couple of weeks, lying out in the sun, swimming, eating, drinking, living the tropical idyll.

The Astra was waiting at the hire desk. We threw the bags onto the back seat -- there's not much room in the boot because of the electric roof, swung out of Cairns Airport and headed north. Farmland on one side, Coral Sea on the other, blue sky above. Even allowing for the odd idiotic driver stress levels dropped dramatically in the hour it took to reach Port Douglas. 

Paradise Villa, on Four Mile Beach, right on Four Mile Beach, straight out of the front door and on to the sand. Yep $500 a night was a bit above the odds, but it comes with a spa, pool, flat screen telly, huge sound system, fully equipped ... you probably don't want to full brochure, do you? Suffice to say luxurious, and with the beach right there -- in the morning when you woke up, in the evening as you settled down with the first glass of chardonnay.

It was closing in on sunset by the time we, Jennifer Anne Miller and me, Angus Miller, had made ourselves sufficiently comfortable. I'd worked out all the electronic devices, discovered the complimentary bottle of bubbly (French no less) in the fridge. We wouldn't cook tonight. Instead we headed into town, did a bit of grocery shopping, had a huge steak at the big country pub on the corner of McCrossin Street and then went back to Paradise. Travelling can be exhausting, especially from the deep wintry south of the country up into the tropics. We watched a bit of telly, listened to a bit of music (the sound system was simply magnificent), drank another glass or two of wine and went to bed at about 10pm. I would have fallen asleep at roughly the same time except for the hand that came snaking under the thin sheet towards a part of my anatomy that is known for getting pretty excited about movements like this. I was more than half expecting it; warm air and Jennifer are a wonderful combination. The snaking hand was closely followed by a set of warm lips. There is nothing on the planet like a languorous head job just to get you going, followed by about half an hour of thrusting and rolling around in as many positions as you can think off when you don't have to think about keeping the covers on to keep warm.

Jennifer was standing against the wall; her legs wrapped around my waste as she began to moan noisily. I can't remember if she was naked or not, but there was plenty of her to grab hold of without the intrusion of clothes. I sucked her nipples, carried her weight as she bounced into a huge orgasm and then waited for her to come to rest.

As she subsided, I whispered: "Can we finish this as we started?"

Her hand and lips returned to a very rigid cock. As her lips moved up and down, and her hands strokes by balls, it didn't take long for me to explode and in the shadows I watched her swallow, then lick the rest of the come off my shaft. This rarely happened at home. Aaaah, warm air.

The next thing I remembered was the shafts of tropical sun coming through the wooden slats of the blinds. Jennifer was asleep beside me; contented was the word that came to mind as I looked at her face. My eyes wandered along her tight body and I thought about a reprise of the night before.

Instead, I thought I would be the good husband and get up and make coffee. She woke as I put a glass of orange juice and coffee down next to her.

"G'day sexy," she said sleepily. "Thanks."

"For the coffee and orange juice," I smiled.

"For everything," she smoked back.

We had breakfast on the balcony, an array of fresh fruit purchased the night before, and starting thinking about we would do with the rest of the day.

"Beach," said Jennifer. "Right out of the front, I have no interest in travelling anywhere today."

After a quick shower I put on a T shirt and shorts and headed for the beach, to where you sun-beds that belonged to the villa were discreetly chained to a couple of palm trees.

I threw my beach towel on one of the sun chairs, moved it out into the sun, sat down and began soaking up just a few rays before applying sunscreen. Didn't want to get too much sun too soon.

I pulled my hat down over my eyes and only stirred when I heard a noise beside me. It was Jennifer, wearing a sarong tied around her waste and a bright yellow bikini top.

I watched from under the hat as she put her towel on another sun bed, pulled it into the sun and stretched out on her back.

"Nice, isn't it," she said, indicating the view. We were half way along Four Mile Beach, to the south there was a string of sand running between the sea and endless stands of palms. In the background the indigo of a mountain range.

Looking north, you could make out the busy section of the beach close to town.

Jennifer begun to put on sunscreen lotion, She pulled the sarong aside and spread it on her long legs ... what a sight.

She then started applying it to her upper body, rubbing it over her tummy, her chest.

"What do you think," she asked?

"Why not," I replied.

With that she reached behind her and took off her top and began applying sunscreen to her breasts.

I felt a tightening in trunks, not a full erection, just the little start of one.

"Be good," I said to myself.

We both stretched out and probably dozed off. I was probably only asleep for 10 minutes tops when I heard a bunch of voices. There were a handful of blokes down on the water line, kicking and passing a footy. They set up camp, an Esky and a beach umbrella, and were marking out a makeshift field in the sand.

I vaguely counted there were seven of them, shut my eyes and thought about sleep again.

The next thing, one of the voices was right up close to where Jennifer and I were lying in our personal paradise.

"Excuse me mate," the voice said politely.

"We about to have a game of touch and we need an extra bloke to make the teams even," said the voice that I slowly discerned was attached to a fit, shirtless bloke around 25 or so.

I looked at Jennifer. She hadn't woken.

I looked at the bloke and caught him sneaking a look at Jennifer's tits, but pretended not to notice. 

"Sure why not!"

I whacked on a good coating of sunscreen before heading off to join them. We played for about an hour. Jennifer had woken up and when she saw me playing, gave me a wave, and then rolled over onto her stomach.

She missed me scoring two brilliant tries and setting up another and generally having a good time with the blokes who I guess were mostly 10-15 years younger than me. I think they thought they would have to go easy on the old bloke, but even when you slow up, you never lose the ability to create space.

Eventually we were all knackered. They offered me a beer from their Esky, but I said no thanks, better get back to the wife.

"You looked like you had a good time," Jennifer said as I wandered back to our sun chairs.

"Yeah, nice blokes, they asked me to have a beer with them."

"Why didn't you," she said. "You can go back over if you like."

"Why don't you come to," I said.

She started to reach for her bikini top.

"Don't bother, the young bloke who asked me to play as already copped an eyeful," I said. "Why should his mates miss out?"

"Because that's why," Jennifer said and demonstratively put on her top before we went back over to the blokes.

I introduced Jennifer to them and we sat and had a couple of their beers. They did their best not to get caught giving Jen the eye over but it was obvious they were.

Apart from being a bunch of pervs, they were however, an interesting collection of blokes from Brisbane, all young professionals in finance and so on.

This trip was reward for some big deal they have pulled off. All expenses paid and they were in a villa just up the beach that had, would you believe eight bedrooms, pool spa everything we had and more. A real mansion.

By now it was getting close to lunch so Jennifer and I made to say our goodbyes and head back to our villa. 

"Might see you this arvo, or tomorrow," I said.

"Why don't you come over to our joint for a barbie," said the young bloke who had originally asked me to play footy whom I now knew as Jordan. "We've got a stack of stuff. They have someone who comes in stocks the place for us every morning.

"Yeah, no dramas," the others chimed in.

I looked at Jen, she gave me a why not look.

"Just need to go back to the house and get showered and into something less sweaty," I said.

"We'll see you in 15 minutes, we'll bring some booze."

As I stripped off for the shower, Jennifer said strangely: "Was that young bloke Jordan really having a look at my boobs?"

"What, do you think he's superhuman," I laughed. "Of course he did and his mates were having a long look at you too when we were having those beers with them, probably trying to imagine you the way Jordan had seen you.

"Mmmm," she said. "An old bird like me having that impact on good looking young blokes like that, hardly likely, but nice of you to say so."

Old bird Jennifer is not. She's 35, beautifully shaped and striking whether the suit she is wearing is of the business, swim or birthday variety.

It was the latter as I stepped out from the shower and Jennifer stepped in.

I dried myself off, grabbed a fresh shirt and shorts and put them on. Aaaaah, I love this warm weather, no thick coat, no scarf.

Jennifer came out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her waist and begun flicking through her stuff hanging up in the wardrobe.

She was clearly after something and eventually she reached for the diaphanous skirt she usually wears over her bikini.

I didn't think much of that, she wears it all the time on holiday.

But I did start to think about it when she slipped it on without putting her bikini on first.

She then went to the draw where she had put her underwear and pulled out a skimpy pair of nickers, not quite a G-string, but not far off.

I felt many things, but said nothing. It was obvious the thought of being ogled again was high on her mind.

I grabbed our Esky, put in a couple of bottles of chardonnay and a few coolers.

"Ready to go," I said.

"Sure," said Jen, as if answering a question I hadn't asked.

We made our way through the low sand dunes towards where the blokes had indicated their mansion was.

Walking behind Jennifer, I could see the clear outline of her nickers through the thin material. I had already sussed that from the front you could see the dark shadow of nipples, even though the fabric was a cool, dark green colour.

I wondered what the reaction of the blokes would be.

Their mansion was behind a huge hedge of some sort of tropical plants. I'm a lawyer, not a botanist.

There was a security gate and we rang the bell. A disembodied voice said just push the gate and come in.

We found ourselves in a little paradise in paradise, swimming pool, neatly manicured lawns and a cabana with something that was more like a kitchen than a barbecue.

"Fantastic isn't it," said Jordan. "$3000 a night if you're paying for it, which I am glad we're not.

"Our company owns it and usually makes it available to big clients."

Steaks were sizzling away, conversation was friendly and open, and so were eyes as in turn each of them noticed Jennifer's attire, or general lack of it.

Nothing was said though.

Alcohol was distributed generously before we sat down to eat. I noticed there was a beeline to sit at the table opposite Jennifer.

After lunch, we all headed for the pool. There were more than enough sun chairs to go around and we talked and drank even more.

They wanted to know where I'd played rugby. I had played at school and at Uni in the first XV and one game for the combined universities against a touring side from Fiji.

"We thought you were a bit good," said Andrew who was emerging with Jordan as the most conversational of the seven. "We all play lower grades in Brisbane, work together, play together, go on holidays together.

I don't know what time it was but four of the blokes announced they were going into town and had rung a taxi. Did we want to come?

Jen and I said no, as did Jordan, Andrew and a third bloke call Scott.

"If you're going out we'll head off," Jen said, a hint of a slur in her voice. She was by now on to her third of fourth glass of wine, and that after the beers before lunch.

"I'm not going anywhere," said Jordan. "This is bloody paradise. And you two are more than welcome to stay."

Jen seemed relieved.

"Thanks I would like to stay if that's all right, it's ever so nice here."

Jordan said: "Make yourself at home, if you want to you can go for a swim, or go inside and watch the home cinema, it's bloody enormous and the sound system is fantastic."

Jen poured herself another glass of wine and headed inside.

The four blokes left in the taxi, and the rest of us talked footy, business.

Then Jordan exploded: "Oh shit, we left that bloody porno in the DVD, I hope your wife hasn't found it."

"She's a fully grown woman," I laughed. "Probably not something she hasn't seen before."

"I don't know," said Jordan, "it's pretty full on. Three blokes and a sheila going at it."

About 15 minutes later, Jen re-appeared. "What a fantastic set up," she said.

"The house goes on forever, you could play a game of footy in the lounge room."

Jordan sighed silently. It seemed she hadn't gone into the theatre, or if she had, at least hadn't turned on the DVD player.

It was starting to go dark, as it does early in the tropics. The air temperature dropped a fraction, the fierceness of the day giving way to a more enjoyable temperature.

The lights came on in the pool. 

"How about that swim," said Scott?

"Yeah, why not," said Andrew, "sober me up a bit so I can drink some more!"

He slipped of his T shirt and jumped into the pool, followed by Scott. I was wondering what I should do, when Jen stood up, took off her see through dress and walked over and jumped in, too.

She started to swim, naked except for her frilly nickers and went she got to the shallow end, she stood up and turned around the faced the two blokes, the water just up to her waist. She was looking but not looking, if you know what I mean, she was trying to see if they were looking at her.

Then she pushed off and swam back into deeper where she stood up again, with the water up to her neck.

Andrew and Scott were trying to be nonchalant and started talking about how great it was a place like this. 

Jen joined in the conversation, looking straight at them.

"I just wish I could do this all the time, swim all year round, walk around in warm air," she said.

"I don't think I want to go back south to chilly winter days ever again. This is perfect, just perfect."

She then pushed towards the edge of the pool, climbed out and walked slowly back to her sun chair, where her dress was draped over the back. But instead of putting it on, she walked past the chair and to the cabana fridge, took out a bottle of wine, grabbed a glass and said: "Let's go watch a video."

Jordan leapt from his sun bed at this.

The porno DVD!

"Don't worry," I said. "She won't be embarrassed, as you can already see, and you shouldn't be either."

Andrew and Scott were out of the pool by now and all four of us made our way into the house.

Jen was sitting in one of the theatre chairs and in surround sound, on the huge screen, a woman stood naked and blindfolded in front of a small group of men.

"Nice movie," she laughed. "So you boys were watching a bit of porn were you? I would have thought good looking blokes like you would have no trouble finding real life women to bring back to a pad like this.

"So does this movie have a plot or is it just wall to wall sex."

Jordan answered first: "Well we haven't watched all of it, but the thrust of what we've seen so far is this girl is blind-folded and the challenge is to pick who is kissing her.

"Look we've got plenty of other movies if you like."

Jen put her finger to her lips, signalling him too stop talking.

"So the theory is that when she's blind-folded she can't tell who is kissing her, that doesn't explain why she's naked."

It was my turn to say something: "Jen it's a porn movie, people get naked."

"But what about the pretext that if you're blind-folded you can't tell who's kissing you, surely if she knows the people she can tell them apart," Jen said.

"How would I know," I said. "I've never been involved in anything like that."

"Well let's find out," said Jen. "Jordan, go and get something for a blind fold."

The blokes were riveted by this conversation. Remember Jen is pretty much naked and obviously had a bit too much to drink.

They were also unsure of what to do.

Jordan looked at me.

"You heard the lady, get her a blind fold," I heard a voice remarkably like mine say.

I guess I had had more to drink than I knew, and I hadn't had a swim to sober me up.

And anyway, it could be a bit of fun, a bit of innocent kissing, although glancing at the huge screen, the plot had moved way beyond that. Still blindfolded, the naked woman was being royally fucked.

Jordan came back with of all things, a tie.

"We all arrived straight from work in our suits," he said.

He gave the tie to me and I put it over Jen's eyes and pulled it tight.

"Okay, how do we do this," Jen said. "I reckon all four of you line up, give me a kiss and I will say who was who at the end.

Again, they looked at me. I motioned to line up behind me. I walked up to Jen and gave her a peck on the lips.

"That's not much of a clue," she said. "Give a girl a bit of evidence."

I kissed her again this time for a few seconds.

"Next," she said.

Jordan inched forward and kissed her, a peck.

"More evidence please," she said.

Jordan kissed her for about the same time I had the second time, very awkwardly and he looked at me with embarrassment when he'd finished.

"Mmmm, yep, I reckon I know those two," she said. "Next."

Scott was next, he just ploughed straight in for the now obligatory five seconds.

"Next!"

Andrew grabbed Jen gently by the head and planed a real steamer on her lips. Ten, maybe 15 seconds and just a hint of tongue.

"Mmmmm," Jen said. Now I reckon it was Angus, Jordan, Scott and Andrew, am I right?

We all looked at each other. She was right.

"Correct," I said.

"That was too easy," said Jen. "Let's make it harder."

"How do we do that," I said. "And anyway we came here to watch a movie."

"So you'd rather watch a move than watch me," said Jennifer in mock defiance.

"Not at all Jen," said Jordan, "we've enjoyed watching you the whole day. If you had been here yesterday we wouldn't have had to rent a porn video.

"You're better looking than any of the women in the video, classier."

He then turned to me: "Sorry Angus."

"I've been watching you ogle Jen all arvo, and I don't think she minded much given what she wasn't wearing when she arrived here."

"Was it that obvious," said Jen. "Jordan, Angus told me you had enjoyed the sight of my tits this morning and that the other blokes had given me the once over when we came over for a beer.

"I thought it was sweet that you young blokes would find me attractive, so why not a bit more of a show. I hope I haven't embarrassed you all."

Andrew said: "Embarrassed us, you're kidding. The whole show's been fantastic. You're one heck of a woman. The young birds we go out with are no where near as classy."

"Ditto," said Scott. " And the chance of a kiss was pretty special, in fact this whole event is pretty amazing."

"Well let's continue," said Jen. "How about I have to tell who it is who is touching me."




Warm Air



"I've got a better idea," said Andrew, "how about we clear the floor, you have to find us and tell which of us it is."

"Fine," said Jen. "So scatter, but not to far."

The four of us left Jen out into the big open room, pushed all the furniture out of the way and told her we were going to take our places.

"I am going to count to 10, then come looking for you," Jen said. "If I identify you correctly, you have to get me a drink. How about that for a deal."

"And what if you're wrong," said Andrew, who was starting to get a real feel for the game.

"Oh I don't know, I have to get you a drink," said Jen.

"How about you have to give the person you get wrong a kiss."

"Okay," said Jen. "I'm counting, one, two, three ...

At 10, she started shuffling around the room, tits wobbling gently, the tie around her face, her arms out feeling fresh air, feeling, shuffling, feeling shuffling, until she bumped into Andrew.

Her hands worked their way up his chest, to his face, through his hair, down his back.

"Andrew," said Jen.

"Damn," said Andrew and walked off towards the kitchen. "Would you like more wine, or something else?

"Wine would be perfect," said Jen, as she starting her shuffling, feeling routine again.

She touched Scott next, repeating the routine of feeling his chest, head, hair and back.

"Mmmm," she said, might need more clues. She moved down to his pants.

"They're wet, it's Scott. You've just been for a swim."

"Correct," he said, deflatedly. "Another glass of chardy coming up?

Jordan motioned to Scott to change shorts. He took of his dry ones and grabbed Scott's wet ones and tugged them on.

For a brief moment, both had their penises exposed, and they were both mid-range stiff.

Jen was having a huge impact on her young audience.

She shuffled around again and this time found Jordan, though I sense he might have inched towards her a bit.

Again, she felt his torso, his head, his hair, his back. 

"Mmmm," she said, "not sure." She reached for the shorts.

"They're wet, has Andrew come back in? 

"It's Andrew trying to trick me."

Jordan was triumphant: "No it's not, it's me, Jordan, I do believe I am owned a kiss."

"Okay then, but remember I'm wearing a blindfold so you going to have to lead the way."

He did, putting one hand behind Jen's back and the other behind her waist as he slowly began to kiss her, pulling her breasts into his bear chest.

In turn, Jen grabbed him and the kiss became something more than a bit of a peck. 

"Mmmmmm, that's nice," Jen said as she finally pulled back. "Where is my husband?"

"Over here," I said, "watching you having a good time without me!"

"Oooh sorry," she said. "I promise I will make it up to you after. Let's go watch the movies again."

She pulled the tie down so it was loose around her neck.

Now isn't that a sexy sight I thought. A bloke's tie riding on her naked tits.

The porn movie was still going on. The women were spreadeagled on the bed, blokes all around her. One fucking her, another getting a blowjob, another getting a hand job. The woman was sure busy.

We settled into the lounge chairs, Jen in between Andrew and Scott, me on a single seat.

Jordan was last one in, carrying a glass of chardonnay: "For the lady!"

"Thank you," said Jen. "Now, is that orgasm a real one or a faked one?

The woman on the screen was screaming by now as the bloke she had been giving a head job massaged her breasts. 

"Probably a fake," said Jordan.

"How can you tell," said Jen.

"I can't really, it just seems a bit unreal, having an orgasm like that with a camera crew around you."

"Yeah," said Jen, "probably just put on for the camera. I don't know if I could have an orgasm with an audience, eh darling?"

I was going to mention the time we had fucked in a park once when we first started going out and had discovered a group of young blokes had been watching.

But the finding out was after the orgasm and anyway before I had time to finish my thoughts, then put it in words, Jen had added: "But I'd like to try."

The world stopped, well the world except for the video, where the woman was still moaning.

The young blokes didn't know where to look, except to try not to look at me. 

"Oh come on, stop being silly," said Jen, "I was only joking!"

Something vaguely resembling normal returned. Jen slumped back into the lounge and turned her attention to the video.

The boys though were still musing on the earlier topic.

"I fucked a woman in front of another couple who were fucking too, and she had an orgasm," said Jordan. "It sure felt real."

"Scott and I fucked the same bird last year after the grand final, and I think she came a couple of times," said Andrew.

"I don't know if we counted as an audience as we were both giving it to her at the same time."

The woman on the video was still moaning, the blokes all over her.

Jen looked at me.

"Oh what the fuck, I am on fucking holidays, the air is deliciously warm, whatever I do here stays on tour, let's give it a try Angus," she said. "Come here."

Obviously those last couple of chardies had really kicked in.

Now you might wonder what thoughts were going through my mind. Try a million, but the alcohol had had its impact on me, too, and the porno.

I walked over to Jen and pulled her up from the coach. I gave her a huge kiss, full pen of the tongue, and got full pen of the tongue back.

Jen gave a little moan. This was going to happen.

I reached down to her frilly knickers and began slowly to work them down. This would be the moment. If she stopped me now, it would be just another silly joke.

There was no resistance, in fact she helped me get them off her. Apart from the tie, she was bollocky naked. Well the tie and the dreamy smile that sat on her face.

She then started working off my swimming trunks. Needless to say a certain appendage was rigid. 

I had no fear of being exposed in front of the young blokes. Not to big, not too small, just right.

The air could be cut with a knife.

Eyeballs were out of heads.

Jordan was adjusting his shorts, Andrew and Scott seriously engrossed.

What the fuck!

"Have you guys got a video camera," said Jen?

"I'd like to make a movie just like that one!"

You could see their minds work. Were they all going to get to fuck Jen?

Jordan ran off and was back in a flash.

"Turn on the camera Jordan," said Jen. "You be the cameraman, and the director. 

"Ummm, okay," he said.

"Okay Jen, let's do it with a bit of class, a bit of a script.

"Angus is your husband and you have told him that one of your fantasies to is be fucked by other men while he is involved in the action too.

"You've been shocked by the suggestion Jen, but have now warmed to the idea.

"It's been simmering away in the background until the two of you suddenly find yourself at a holiday resort, and meet a group of young blokes. Voile.

"So guys, apart from Jen and Angus, everyone out of camera shot while we have a bit of dialogue, just ad lib, you two, about whether you really want to go through with it.

"Jen, you go first."

"Darling are you sure you're okay with this," Jen said.

"It was my fantasy," I said.

"But reality is a lot different to fantasy, can we both handle this, how will you feel when you see those studs all over me, their cocks inside my cunt, my mouth, then their cream all over me," said Jen.

I could tell she wasn't asking a question, she was planning what she wanted to happen.

"It's okay Jen," I said. "I'm going to get off on this as much as you. I am going to go last and feel all the cum inside you. If that's all right by you? You can still say no if you want."

I knew what she would say. "I'm fine," she said. "Fine, fine fine!"

I gave her a kiss.

"Shall we re-join the others," I said.

Jen nodded her head.

Jordan stopped the camera.

"Okay, scene two," he said. "How about we have the three of us discussing what has happened to far and what we're going to do.

"Who will operate the camera if you're acting," said Jen.

"I will," I said, "go for it guys."

I took the camera from Jordan and turned it on and got the three of them in shot.

"Rolling," I said.

There was a silence, then Jordan said: "They're not really gonna let us fuck her are they?"

Andrew said: "Well if they aren't is the biggest bloody cock tease I have ever seen, on DVD or in life.

"I wouldn't mind giving her one, she's a bloody classy bird," said Scott. "The husband doesn't seem to be too worried about it either. A lot of blokes really get off on watching other blokes fuck their wives. 

"I reckon we take it as far as we can, hang the consequences, we on holidays, no one is going to know back in Brissie, and I bet they won't be telling anybody."

Jordan spoke next: "Well let's go and see if it's going to happen, fuck I will be disappointed if it isn't, since I saw her tits on the beach this morning, I have been fantasising on sucking on them.

"I love women with a bit of style around them, who know who they are and what they want."

This was the sort of dialogue that Jen wanted to hear. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Cut," I said.

"Back to you Jordan, Jen obviously trusts you as the director."

Jordan took the camera.

"Okay, this is the set up," he said.

"I want all four of you in shot. Jen, I want you to tell Andrew and Scott what you and Angus have just discussed, and to make sure they are comfortable with it all.

"Once they say okay, I want you to lie down on the floor just here on this rug. I am then going to put the camera on the tripod and point it at you and we will all work around you.

"You will be in shot all the time. Just let us know if you want to stop anytime.

"Okay, roll!"

Andrew, Scott, Jen and I stood in a half circle.

"Guys, Angus and I have talked about this and ummm, we'd really like to make the rest of the evening pretty special for all of us," she said.

"Do you understand what I am saying?

"If you've got girlfriends and you're not comfortable, just say, I won't be offended.

"Scott?"

"It's okay Jen," he said.

"Andrew?"

"Same for me Jen, he said. "Let us make it really special for you. Just let us know what you want us to do, and I guess we respect everyone's right to stop whenever they want."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" said Jen, moving to lie down in the place Jordan had indicated, on a big fluffy rug. "Angus, I know you want to be last, who wants to be first?"

With that, she laid back on the rug, resting on her elbows, her legs spread apart, a gilt-edged invitation.

Andrew knelt down in front of her, kissed on the stomach and then eased himself forward to kiss her on the lips.

Jen grabbed his shorts and eased them down.

"Don't be greedy," she said, as he kept on kissing her. "You can't have both, my mouth is for some else. But you stick that great big cock I can feel right inside me. I am wet and I am ready for some fucking.

"And Scott, wouldn't you like to have your cock sucked? Come here sweet boy.

"Jordan and Angus, your turn will come, just bring your cocks over here and I will get them ready with my hands."

Her last words tapered off into a purr. Andrew had inserted and was thrusting.

Scott found a comfortable position so that Jen could envelope the head of his cock with her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she muttered, and then let out little whining noises.

Jordan and I moved to either side of her and pulled down our shorts. I felt her hand on my cock. I saw another hand on Jordan's. This was awesome, a four way. My wife in a four way and me involved, and I know it shouldn't have been happening, but it was and I was feeling no pain ... and Jen wasn't either, quite the contrary.

Suddenly, she let Scott's cock slip out of her mouth and let out a huge scream, followed by "yes, fuck me, fuck me, I'm comingggggggggggggggggg!

As she quietened, she said to us all, move around one. That meant that Jordan would be next to fuck her, Scott and Andrew got hand jobs and I got my cock sucked by my gorgeous wife while three other blokes worked on her.

I was determined not to blow it, literally, until I got my turn.

Jordan began fucking her as my cock slipped inside her mouth. It wasn't the practiced head job she usually gave. There was too much else going on for that. But it still felt good.

Jen came again, then Jordan pulled out and squirted come all over her stomach.

"You naughty boy," she said. "I wanted that inside me for my husband to feel."

Creampie, I hadn't thought of that. All I was concentrating on was not blowing too soon, while enjoying all that was going on around me.

The rotation continued until it was my turn to fuck Jen. My cock was as hard as nails, my sense of anticipation out of control. As I slipped inside her, I could feel the come of the others.

I could also feel Jen coming for a fourth time.

"This is the one," she said in between sucking and hand-jobbing. "This is the fucking big one, big boy,

"This is why we're all here. Eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm coming, how does it feel to watched your wife fucked. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh!"

There was no need to answer. We humped liked we never had before. We were both worked up into a frenzy. The other three drifted into the background. It had all been about us, this whole set up, pushing the boundaries, taking our sex where it hadn't been before for our mutual benefit.

Sure, the other blokes got their moment, but this was Jen's and my moment, they were just props, like large, living, breathing dildos. They had been used to work her up, work me up, too, in a strange way.

We had pushed our boundaries, taken the big risks and now the ultimate moment had arrived.

We came together.

We said out thanks and our good byes and walked back to our accommodation. Jen was still naked. There was no need to clothes. Warm air, the great aphrodisiac, was all around us.



Warm and Clear



The night was warm and clear. I drove, she took a taxi. We met for a late-night drink. Just one. A martini, cold and harsh in an empty bar. 

We made small talk and allowed our legs to touch beneath the table. Her bare legs rubbed against the fabric of my pants and I saw spots of colour that had nothing to do with alcohol appear on her cheeks...a tinge of rouge colour on the pale, oval face framed by jet-black hair. She put her fingers on my forearm while we talked, then traced her lips slowly with a fingertip.

We finished our drinks and I eyed her slowly and asked if I could drive her home. She smiled demurely and said "of course". I touched the small of her back as we stood, and she stepped in closer and closer as we made our way to my car, alone in the quiet parking lot.

When we reached the car I stopped and looked her in the eyes while I traced the line of her jaw. I could see she wasn't quite sure what to expect...but she was flushed, curious....aroused.

Instead of opening the door, I took her hand in mind and drew a circle on her palm with my free hand. She watched with heavy eyelids as I touched her lips to quiet her and then put her hand on the hood of the car. I turned her gently so that she was standing with the front of her thighs pressed against the side of the hood, both palms face-down on the cold metal.

I stood behind her and ran my hands down her back, over the soft curves of her body. No talking, now. My hands travelled slowly, gently, soaking in her warmth through the fabric. Over her ribs, the soft flesh over her kidneys...down lower, over the small of her back...till I was stroking her ass through the sheer, short skirt.

When I began to pull up her skirt, bunching it in my hands, she started to turn - but I gently placed her hands back on the hood and shook my head, smiling. I pulled it up the sides of her bare thighs, over the swell of her hips, until I could see the black silk that covered her beneath.

I dropped to my knees slowly, and brought my head down as far as I could. My tongue ran up the back of her thigh, over the salty, sensitive skin on the back of her knee...up, up, higher and further...so slowly. She was breathing very heavy, now.

I wasn't sure what to expect when I hooked my fingers into the waist of her panties, but whatever I would have imagined wouldn't have matched the truth. She quickly scanned the parking lot...then bent forward and looked back over her shoulder and nodded, smiling and flushed.

I pulled them down quickly, a little roughly, as my need began to take over.

My tongue found her soaking and warm...I was surprised...so wet, so quickly...she tasted heavy and clean, like a rare wine. 

I spread her lips with my fingers and slid my tongue between them, thick and moist, reaching, reaching forward...my fingers helped, there. I found her clit and began toying it in slow circles while I worked the inside of her lips with my mouth....kept them moving on her tiny little knob while my tongue travelled backwards and upwards, soaking her from her asshole to her clit. Long, slow licks now....from hole to hole....flesh to flesh...circling, stroking, sucking in time with the small movements she was making. 

She began rocking back into my face, pushing back and moaning as I ate her pussy and rolled her clit. She came quickly and violently, reaching back with one hand to push my face deeper between her legs, grunting and crying out as the waves shook her body...till she was lying flat on the hood of my car.

I let her lie like that for a few seconds, then pulled up her panties and lead her by the hand into the passenger seat. She smoked a cigarette on the way back to her apartment, but I didn't mind. Neither of us spoke a word, just smiled as we drove and again as I dropped her off.

She called me the next day and suggested we meet again soon. I told her I'd like that...and that any time her husband was out of town on business, she should give me a call. 



Warm and Wet Ch. 3



From part 2

I can feel your cock pushing against my soft round butt and I know you can feel it slippery from the bath oil. I'm helpless and you have me at your whim. You can force me into whatever you wish...

what will it be....where does your lust come to bear its fruits.

Part 3

My hands slide up from underneath you, spreading oil over each of half of your beautifully round ass, separating the cheeks so that you can feel the water and oil trickling down the valley between them. My fingers brush lightly up from in between your lips, past the tiny pucker, only to begin again from in between your lips. I love teasing you like this lover, watching you squirm under my touch, fighting to stay in any semblance of control.

I cup my hand just below your pussy, catching the water as it follows the path down your back, between your cheeks, bathing the inside and outside of your lips but never quite touching your clit. It's still a little too sensitive to touch right now and we have plenty of time. "I could do lots of things here in the shower" I say softly, continuing to bath inside and outside of your lips. "Things that you might enjoy."

"What kind of things" you say, spreading your legs a little further apart? I slide a finger inside of you, reaching up with the others to finally brush across your clit and feel you push back hard against my hand, lifting up on your toes, moaning out loud, arching your back, surrendering to my touch. Reaching forward to capture a breast with the other hand I take the nipple in between my fingers, pinching it, feeling your pussy clench tightly around my finger as I do. Your thighs squeeze my hand, trapping it in between them as you start thrusting, rhythmically against me, daring me to take you like this.

"Mmmmmmmmm" you moan again, "don't make me wait," and I don't, withdrawing my hand as I move behind you, parting your cheeks once again, my cock moving in between your legs, sliding up the length of your pussy until it passes over your clit. I hear you cry out as you cum, never having entered you and I wait for just a few seconds longer before pushing the head between your lips and thrusting all the way inside. "Stay very, very still" I say quietly, leaning over your back.

Pressing deep inside of you, I clench and un-clench my cheeks, flexing the whole length of my shaft in time to the spasm that are still happening inside of you. My left hand is busy with your breasts, teasing one and then the other nipple. My right arm is around your waist, fingertips teasing around your clit. Our hips start to rock back and forth as I continue to flex inside you, feeling you draw me in deeper, feeling your hand reach down to cover mine, directing the contact with your clit. "Cum in me" you gasp, "please, cum IN me." I can't resist you, the lushness of your body, the sensations as you continue to suck me inside of you. My cock swells that little bit more and I feel myself thrusting, ramming into you faster, no longer in control, driven to finish this until I start pulsing and flowing into you.

I feel the spasms inside of you so much stronger now, milking me, sucking every drop out of me. The sounds you are making are not words, just sounds, wonderfully sensual, basic sounds as you finally start sliding down off the peak that you had climbed to. I lift up from your back, my shoulders coming to rest against the wall of the shower, drawing you up with me to lean against my chest. I feel your lips tickling my neck, watch your arms reaching up to stretch your body taut.

"My god lover, the feelings you draw out of me, I can't even begin to tell you how incredible that was." I can only whisper this darling because you have drawn everything else out of me at this moment.

I can sense the smile on your face as I say that and wonder what next you have in store for us.



Warm Apple Pie



It was just nearing the end of summer and the hot monotony of the days were simply oppressive. Day after of day of dragging into work, trekking across the parking lot as I dripped with sweat had beaten me down. Sure the mornings weren't as hot as the afternoons, but the still air was so damp it was like swimming through pie filling.

Finally reaching the entrance to the office building, I flashed my ID badge at the card reader and then felt the cold icing of air conditioning coat my body. Shivering, I moved through the frigid lobby and headed to the elevators. The quick vertical rise up to the twelfth floor gave me a few moments to get used to the chill so when I stepped into the elevator lobby I was almost ready to skate into my cubicle. 

Before starting work each day I made it a habit to check out the vending machines in the lunch area, so instead of slipping over to my desk, I wandered down the long tiled hallway and turned the corner into the lunchroom. Nonchalantly glancing at the vending machine, I quickly surveyed the top three rows of snack items, but didn't see anything worth investing the three quarters in my pocket.

It was only after I faced the disappointment at the vending machine that I realized I was not alone. I slowly turned around and noticed Betty Smith sitting quietly at a table. Betty was a chubby, but very attractive woman who exhibited one of the most stunning cleavages I had ever seen. Today, after the initial fright at seeing her when I thought I was alone, my gaze quickly slid past her face and went immediately to her chest.

In those milliseconds as my eyes focused on her cleavage and then spotted the broken crumb of an apple pie I felt my cock snap to attention. Before I could say, "Good morning," or "Hello," I found myself speechless as my whole world centered upon the sugar coated crumb resting on the ample soft curve of her breasts.

After a few moments I regained a bit of composure and glanced upward where I saw that she held the remainder of the apple pie in her chubby little fingers. Amazingly she had only taken a single bite out of the pie and now held it so I could see the juicy opening in the pastry. All I could do was unzip my zipper, take the four bounding steps it took to get close to her and thrust my hips forward.

She had heated the pie in the microwave so the moist softness inside felt warm on the sensitive skin of my cock as I slipped it into the crusty vagina. The first thrust only went in a bit, but as I moved forward I could see the head of my cock break out the back side of the pie as I plunged deep into the opening.

Betty didn't let me down, licking the gooey pie filling from my cock as it slowly slipped back into the appley cunt. I continued thrusting and withdrawing feeling the sticky warmth ooze over me and the quick, wet darting of her tongue. The sensation on my cock tingled through my body when suddenly I felt her greasy fingers gently squeezing my balls.

At just the moment she squeezed them tight she whispered, "Come on, give me filling." 

I couldn't hold off any longer and arched my back. Feeling the pleasure shoot through the length of my cock, I watched as my hot, white filling splashed on her lips and into her mouth. She quickly slid the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked hard as I spurted several more times.

After her lips gently eased off of me I relaxed and sat down into a nearby chair, but quickly found Betty wasn't finished. She dropped down onto her knees and carefully ate the pie crust and gooey filling from around my cock, making sure she lapped up all of my cum along with the sweet pie. 

When she finished cleaning me up I simply had to ask her the question, now that my immediate needs were satisfied, that began nagging me. I carefully zipped up my zipper, gently took her hands in mine, gazed deeply into her cleavage and asked, "Betty, where did you get the pie?"

She might have smiled, I couldn't know, I was still staring at her cleavage when she replied, "In the machine."

Glancing up at her face and then over to the vending machine I said, "But I looked in the machine, there were no pies!"

"You have to start paying better attention to your surroundings. Look down on the bottom row."

Sure enough, there along with the petrified chewing gum, crappy generic peanuts and ancient candy bars was a row of fresh fried apple pies. I'd been so intent upon the items in the top rows I completely missed the treasure hidden at the bottom.

I immediately stood up, walked over to the machine, slid my three quarters into the slot and entered the number 166. Feeling myself begin to tremble I watched the pie slide forward and then quickly fall into the machine. Pushing open the door, I reached in, grabbed the pie and happily swirled around.

Betty was leaning back in her chair, her legs were open and her skirt was hiked up so I could just see the first hint of her panties. She waited patiently for me as I took a good long look, speaking only after my eyes worked their way up from her panties, up to her cleavage and then up to her face. When I finally gazed at her beautiful smile she asked, "And just what were you going to do with that pie?"

"I thought I'd eat it."

Tugging her skirt up a bit higher she replied, "I hoped you were going to say that."



Warm Apple Pie Ch. 02



There I stood with a tasty apple pie in my hands as my eyes once again slipped from Betty's eyes, down past her magnificent cleavage to below her waist where she had tugged her skirt up giving me an unfettered view between her opening legs. I stared at white fabric noticing the indentation where the panties clung tightly to her pussy lips. The slight crevasse featured a slightly darkened wet spot that appeared to be growing as I moved closer and closer to the large woman.

I was torn since I had just finished fucking her apple pie, spurting my cum into her mouth as she munched on the sweet apple pie filling. Although I was physically spent, I was ravenous for a sweet pie of my own, yet I couldn't help but be distracted as she slipped her panties off, exposing her curving pink lips and dark brown curled pubes. Still I was able to keep my mind focused on the apple pie and I carefully tore open the packaging.

Just as I was about to take a bite out of the pie, a tiny corner broke off, bounced off her rumpled skirt and tangled itself in her dark, curly pubic hair. That was all I could handle and I fell to my knees, spread her legs wide and leaned in. My tongue slid through the tight curls working its way to the crumb, where I quickly freed the pastry from her pubes and slipped it into my mouth. The sweet taste was divine and I let the sweet crumb melt in my mouth.

I savored that flavor until a slight tickling reminded me to remove the several hairs that my tongue accidentally drew into my mouth as it pulled the crumb from her hairy crotch. Only after I extricated the two hairs I realized that, much like chocolate and peanut butter make a wonderful taste combination, apple pie and pussy make for a delightful taste experience. Opening her lips with my fingers, I dipped the apple pie into her pussy and as the juices slowly coated the pastry, I carefully let my tongue slide up to Betty's clit.

Gently running my tongue over her quivering nub, I watched her juices begin to run down on my apple pie. After a few moments, I withdrew the pie and took a bite immediately tasting the tart pussy juice and then suddenly the sweet apple pie filling. I let the two flavors combine in my mouth before pushing my tongue back in between her lips. The sweet aftertaste of the pie remained in my mouth as I slurped in more of her tart, salty flavor. I swallowed again and again as I lapped up the wetness inside her.

I had been so absorbed in the sticky wet flavors that I hadn't realized how Betty was responding to my sopping smorgasbord, but when she took hold of my head and pulled me against her, I realized she was enjoying my snacking. Feeling her pussy pushed hard against my face I continued my slurping while at the same time I had to turn my head to catch a breath every now and then.

Betty began thrusting her hips and squeezing her thighs on me, but I was able to take a large bite out of the apple pie before slipping my face back in between her pussy lips. I chewed the pie while nodding my head up and down, letting my lips run from her wet opening all the way up to her clit. After a moment or so, I swallowed the apple pie, came up for a breath and then sucked her clit into my mouth.

Some errant pie filling must have dripped onto her clit, because it tasted wonderfully sweet, so sweet, I nearly bit it, thinking it was a piece of apple. Fortunately, instead of biting, I let my tongue circle the sensitive nub until she cried out, "Oh yes, I'm coming, I'm coming."

I quickly reached up and thrust three fingers into her as I sucked her clit in between my lips. Suddenly her pussy began quivering and then contracting on my fingers, so I eased up a bit on the sucking while she came. I rested my head on her thigh, but left my fingers burrowed deep in her pussy while the contractions slowly subsided.

When her orgasm was finished and we hand both caught our breath I realized I lost track of the rest of my apple pie. I pulled my fingers out of her and while I licked them dry, I looked through her pubic hair, over her thighs and up over her belly looking for the pie. Only when I looked up at her face did I see it disappearing into her mouth.

She carefully chewed the sweet morsel and after she swallowed it all she said, "You know, I'm not sure which is better, apple pie coated with your cum or mine. We just may have to give it another try to find out for sure."

Feeling my cock throbbing in my pants I quickly leapt up and rushed over to the machine to purchase another pie and continue on with our session. I leaned toward the machine and looked down at slot 166 but all I saw was a crunchy granola bar. 

"A crunchy granola bar!" I exclaimed.

"A crunchy granola bar?"

"Yes, that is all that is left," I replied.

"Well, you sure as hell ain't shoving that inside me," Betty said, grabbing her panties at her ankles and pulling them up.

"But what about a chocolate bar, we have one of those."

"No, chocolate makes me break out. I only do apple pies, besides I need to get back to work."

I watched as Betty stood up from her chair and slowly waddled out of the lunch room. I sat down on one of the chairs feeling my erection slowly subside while I chanted under my breath, "Apple pie, warm apple pie."



Warm Beach Goes Inside



The sky was clear and starlight fell upon us as we lay reclining on the beach in the evening air. Her touch was warm and soft; while we cuddled beneath a blanket on the soft sand. Our fire light danced before us and cast gyrating shadows on the cliffs that enclosed our cove.

My lips found hers, and I kissed her softly on the mouth, my tongue probing. I reached behind her and pulled her body close to mine. Our kissing became more intense, our breathing deeper, our bodies moved against one another. My lips traveled down her chin, to her neck; I nibbled and licked her soft flesh.

The sound of the waves lapping on the shore dueled with the song of the crickets in the wood. The chilled night air felt cool, I rubbed her thighs with my strong warm hands. Her legs parted, welcoming my touch. I slid them beneath her skirt and I could feel the dampness of her panties between her legs.

The breeze off of the lake soon became too cool, so we decided to move into the cabin. I carried her across the sand, though the door. I wasted no time in taking her into the bedroom. She was quite willingly, and very aroused after the long session of kissing by the fire. I held her in my strong arms, close to my body so that I could feel the warmth of her body, the depth of her breathing, and the beating of her heart upon my chest.

I slowly removed her clothing, admiring her lovely body with each article I removed. We slid beneath the covers. The sheets were cool against our skin. I noticed that goose bumps had risen and her nipples hardened. The cool sheets were not what had hardened my dick.

I could feel my cock straining against the material of my shorts when we were on the beach, now she had freed it and it was wet on the tip. Now she slid her lips towards my penis, as I lay beneath the covers. Over my stomach, she traced her tongue, then along the shaft until she could taste that sweet drop that had formed on the tip. I felt a moan growing from deep inside my gut as she took the head all the way into her throat. She milked me with her hand and her tongue, until she felt my balls sucked up under the skin and I am sure she tasted my hot cum when I exploded into her mouth. 

She slid up to my face, kissing me full on the mouth. I could taste myself as my tongue probed deeply inside her mouth. Now it was my turn to pleasure her.

I kissed down her chest, between her breasts. I playfully kissed around her nipples, with out making contact. My tongue circled her breasts, coming closer and closer, until she moved her nipple directly into the path of my hot wet tongue. I took her nipple into my mouth, holding it with my teeth, while I passed my tongue over the end of the nipple.

I cupped her other breast in my hand, holding the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. While rolling her nipple, I slid my tongue over the end of it. She squirmed beneath me, rubbing her pussy against my thigh. Her body tensed and she arched against me, a soft moan uttered from her mouth.

I moved down upon her, planting kisses, licks, and playful nibbles on her stomach, hips, thighs, and the inside of her legs as I passed over her skin. Her body rose to me as I planted each kiss, wanting me to move closer to her waiting pussy.

Finally, I could feel the fur of her mound on my cheek. I slid my tongue over her lips, and then my tongue slid between her warm moist lips like a knife cutting through soft butter. Her hips quivered at the sensation. I was squeezing and massaging her buttocks as my tongue worked its way up her slit. I love the way that she tasted, clean and warm.

I lapped at her juices, forcing my tongue inside her pussy and then back up her slit towards her clit. She reached down and parted her lips for me. I gazed into her soft warm eyes while my tongue began circling her clit, stroking it on all sides and over the end. She rolled her hips against my movements, spreading her legs wider. I slid a finger inside her, then a second, moving them with a ‘come hither’ motion.

Her legs were held wide, my fingers moving deeply inside her, my tongue was on her clit, and she was bucking hard against my face. Then her body shuddered, she tensed, and then she was relaxed. 

I moved my face away from her, and rose over her, putting my face next to hers. She kissed me, and I am sure she could taste herself on my lips. My cock was hard again, and found its way between her velvet folds. It entered her, stretching her pussy wide as it entered.

I put her feet beneath my shoulders, driving my cock deep inside her. My balls slapped against her ass as we made love in the dim light. Her warm wet pussy surrounded my cock tightly and I held her breasts while I dove deeply inside her. Her orgasms were always so intense when I was deep inside her like this. I watched the passion in her eyes, then her gaze change, and I knew she was in a far away place, enjoying the moment; until our bodies burst into ecstasy tegether, and I filled her with my juices a second time. 

We were exhausted and we lay together in the afterglow, her head on my shoulder, in my arms, her legs wrapped around my thigh. Out side the waves rolled in, the wind chimes sounded in the cool breeze. We laughed at the sand we find in the sheets, then held one another the night through.



Warm Blood, Cold Flesh



Eighteen-year-old, Misty Crawford sat on the bench, watching all of her friends dancing and making out to the soft music, wishing she wasn't the school nerd. She was an average looking girl that was always dressed in black and her IQ was almost twice that of any one in school. With the way guys liked a dumb girl with big boobs, Misty was left out in the cold. 

Tonight was the big Halloween dance and bonfire, but Misty was alone and sick of it. 'I need a guy to come and swoop me off my feet and end this bull-shit!' she thought with a frown, watching two people just to her right, getting down and dirty. It looked like the guy was trying to ram his dick up the girl and out of her mouth. He was pounding her with no mercy. 'Damn, that's just what I need to see," she thought with a moan and Misty had to get outside. 

She rushed out the big double doors and started running towards the lake, but in her need to get out as fast as she could, Misty forgot that she was wearing four-inch, spike heels. She tripped and landed face down on the cool grass with a loud thud. 

"Dang it, I best not be messed up! It's still kind of early, more guys could show up and I might actually get lucky!" she said with a giggle and sat up, looking over her black stockings and black miniskirt, making sure they were ok. 

Her vampire costume was an outfit Misty wore to school many, many times, but nobody noticed, they said it was a great costume. Misty could see the guys checking out her tiny A cups and there were many sets of eyes going up and down her stockings and petite legs. 

"Cool, now for a smoke," she said looking around, making sure nobody was around. She did not want to get busted at a school function for smoking, and get into trouble. She was going to get on the Honor roll again and hoped to be the top student in the state.

EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD, Misty made her way towards the lake and after looking around one last time, she ducked behind some tall bushes and sat down on the grass. She opened her small purse, grabbed her smokes, popped the 'fake' fangs from her mouth and laid them in her purse. 

She twirled her tongue a few times, wetting her mouth and lit the cigarette. "Ahhh," she moaned as the warm, soothing smoke rushed into her lungs and her relaxed body. "Why in the heck do guys want dumb chicks? A smart one, like me, could help them get good grades and if they knew how much I wanted to try sucking a cock, I'd be set!" Misty giggled as she thought of sucking a big cock and wondered what it was going to be like. You see, Misty was a true virgin. 

She grabbed her pussy, squeezed it and moaned. "Oh God, I'm so freaking horny!" she laughed and lay back to look up at the stars. 

Her eyes, covered with thick black eye shadow, her face also covered with white makeup, counted the many tiny glowing stars and Misty said. "I wonder if I'll ever get a guy. I'm going to be the only virgin in college." Misty whispered as her young heart sank and she could feel tears forming in her brown eyes. 

She remembered talking with her grandmother. She would always tell Misty, how pretty she was, and how the guys would be chasing after her, but she was still waiting and hoping. "Someday maybe," she yawned and rubbed her eyes. "I best not be tired! I've had enough caffeine to kill a freaking horse!" she laughed, yawned again and saw a light fog starting to form over the lake. 

"Oh cool as hell!" she said as the fog lifted from the warm water and it filled the night air. "It's a good night for a sexy vampire or werewolf to come and give me a bite...or two!" Misty giggled as her hands slid up and down her very slender body, thinking of two sharp fangs sinking deep into her neck or getting humped from behind, like she was a dog. 

Misty squeezed her small breasts and gently rolled her excited nipples between her fingers. "Mmmm, I need a guy!" she moaned, took the last puff from her cigarette and flicked it in the lake. "Well, I better go back. Maybe some new guys will be there by now." Misty said, but she didn't have any faith. She was doomed to a life of being lonely. 

"Hello." EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD, Misty heard come from the fog and a tall, dark man appeared from nowhere. 

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she said with fear in her voice as she quickly stepped away from him and Misty's heart raced.

"My name is...for tonight, you may call me, Count," he said with a calming smile, showing his fangs to her and they laughed together. 

"Hey there Count, my name is..."

"Misty and I've always admired it," he said with a deep, but relaxing voice, slowly walking towards her. "It's a very sweet and beautiful name," he added and stopped next to her tiny body. "Are you with those unruly young ones?" he asked as his eyes looked over her small body and tantalizing costume. "Why did you want to be a vampire?" he asked.

"I would love to be one. I love there way of life, I just hope they can have sex while they suck a persons neck." Misty giggled and quickly got back on tract. "How on earth did you know my name and yes, I'm with them and my friends will be back any second." Misty quickly said, hoping he believed that she had friends coming to join her soon. She'd hate to end up on one of those TV cop shows and have all of America, looking at her dead carcass and her bare ass.

"I know lots of things, my dear Misty and please, do not be afraid of me. I will not hurt you in any way. I promise," he said with a smile and winked his left eye. "And yes, we can have sex with our hunt. That is what makes it so pleasurable." 

Misty heard him and she liked the way he looked, but something was telling her to run like hell and never stop. "I just met you, I'm a girl, I'm always on guard," she replied and watched him smiling at her. "How often do you get to hunt down a pretty girl like me and enjoy sex with her?"

"That you are and I must say...I have not had a lovely young lady like you, in a long time."

"How can you say that I'm lovely, I'm wearing this dumb costume and makeup?" Misty asked as she looked down and thought he must have meant her boobs or legs. He surely didn't think she was lovely.

He smiled again and said. "I also see many things and I think you are very lovely," as he brushed a strand of hair from Misty's right eye and he could smell a wonderful aroma oozing from her young body. 

"Well, you're the only man in this town that thinks I am." 

"These hillbillies's are so dumb, they could not tell their ass from a bucket of crap, so do not worry about them," he said as he moved closer, hoping that she would relax and trust him.

She didn't want to, but Misty laughed and she accidentally fell against him. "You've got that right!" she laughed a few seconds more and Misty moved a step back. "Do you live here or are you from out of town?" she asked, looking over his thick body and his long coal, black hair.

"I lived here long ago and thought that I would come back to see how things have changed."

She twirled a strand of her hair and wanted another cigarette. This guy was doing something weird to her and Misty felt strange. Not sick or anything like that, it was as if she craved him and they just met. "Want a smoke?" Misty asked, offering the pack to him.

"No thank you, my dear. I do not like anything that pollutes my blood and you should not either. I am sure you have heard this before, but those are very bad for you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but they seem to calm my nerves and." Misty quickly replied as she lit it and took a big puff. "I like it," she said blowing the smoke from her mouth and up in the night air. "So, where do you live, Count?" she asked and made sure to say 'count' with a fake English accent. 

"At this moment in time...I have a large castle three hours south of Bucharest, Hungry. I think you would like it."

"Oh shit, are screwing with me?" Misty asked and she could not fathom living in such an awesome place as Bucharest. 

"I would never do such a thing to you," he smiled, took the cigarette from her and tossed it on the ground. "Come, lets dance and enjoy this magical night that only comes once a year," he added and lead the way back to Misty's school friends. 

She followed him like a puppet, but it felt good to have a man telling her what she was going to do. "Do you always take charge of your women this way or am I special?" she asked as they walked inside and he made his to the band. He yelled something to the singer and gave him a large roll of money.

Count pulled her to the middle of the floor and he smiled. "I love slow music that a person may understand and dance to. Yes, I am a man that takes charge."

"How much money did you give that guy? It looked like a bundle!" she said as Count pulled her against his tall, manly body and he hugged. "Oh my!" she gasped at his soft and cool touch, wondering why his big hands were so cool, on such a warm October night. 

"Not to worry my sweet, I have plenty more of it."

"Cool, you should toss a few bucks my way. I sure could use a new computer. Mine is about to take a big, hairy crap!" Misty said as her arms wrapped around his neck and the next song started. "Oh cool, I like this song, but you hardly hear it anymore," she said into his ear as they started swaying back and forth to the soft beat of the song. 

"It is my favorite of all time and even though it saddens me, I still enjoy it."

She heard him and asked. "Why do you get sad?" Misty looked up into his dark eyes and they were gorgeous.

"I was married long ago and this was our song, but she is gone now and in a better place."

"Ohhh, I'm sorry." Misty said with love as she lightly caressed the sides of his manly face. "I hope that I didn't make things worse on you," she added and he smiled.

"Never! I am with a young and very pretty young lady! I could not be any better if I wanted."

"Easy big boy." Misty giggled as she fanned her face. "This is my first 'real' time with a man that my parents don't know," she added with an embarrassment. He was tall, with a true, manly face and he excited Misty. 

"Oh, I beg your pardon then," he said as he caressed her lower back and when his cool fingers touched Misty's bare flesh, his manhood started to grow against his young prize. 

Misty felt his fingers sliding over her back and she wanted to jump up and down with joy. A hot looking guy was trying to feel her up and Misty was floating on air. "You dance very nicely," she whispered to him and she saw a few kids from school looking at her 'new' guy. 

"I'm afraid your friends have spotted us and they will surely take you away from me." Count said as he pulled her closer and his hands caressed lower down her back, until he was touching Misty's excited behind. 

"Nah, none of them even like me. I'm something like, three times smarter than any of them and they hate me." Misty replied, bit her lip and she couldn't believe this hot guy, was feeling her up.

"If that is the case, may I ask why you are here with them?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face. 

"I was hoping that I'd meet a hot guy and get um..." Misty said and quickly stopped before she said the word 'laid' to him. 

He looked at Misty, trying to figure out what she was saying and it dawned on him. "You were hoping for a young man to spend the night with," he said and if Misty hadn't been wearing so much makeup, he was sure that her face would have been red with embarrassment. 

"Shhh, these jerks will tease the crap out of me if they hear you! And, they do that enough now," she quickly said and prayed that no one heard what the Count had said to her. 

He could sense Misty's pain and he replied with a smile. "No one shall bother you again, if they do, they will contend with me and I promise you this," he paused to hold the sides of her face and gently kissed Misty on her lips. "The outcome will not be in their favor," he added and had to hold Misty up.

Her legs gave way and Misty didn't hear a single word he said. His lips touched hers and Misty came close to fainting. "Oh wow, that was cool!" she panted and gasped for air. "You can feel free to do that anytime you want!" Misty said as her body pressed to his and she felt him growing against her stomach. "Mmmm, I can feel you growing against little tummy!" she panted to him with a weak smile and her body trembled with desire. 

He just smiled, caressed the hair from her face and he replied. "That you do, my dear Misty. You have very quickly captured my heart and awaked things that I had all but forgotten about," he smiled and his hands slid completely under her small skirt and he slowly caressed.

She bit her lower lip and replied with a tiny smile and dreamy eyes. "I'm glad I could help." Misty whispered the last word as she stood on her toes and she lightly bit his lower lip. "If there's anything else I can do for you," she stopped, panted in his mouth, sharing each others' warm and excited breath, before she went on. "Just tell me." Misty panted heavier than before as he pushed her tiny body into his growing cock and his big hands roamed all over her tiny butt. 

"I know you will my sweet. You are a precious flower that has been nurtured and pampered, awaiting the day to be picked and enjoyed," he said as he lifted her up to his lips and they kissed. This wasn't their little 'cheek pecking', this was tongues flying and spit going all over the place. 

She looked at him and her body was melting into his. It was as if she was going inside him and him in her. "I could have never dreamt that anything could be this good." Misty whispered and she could feel wetness oozing from her panties and running down her thighs. His sweet words ran through her mind again and she felt like he complete control over her. "If I am your flower, will you pick and enjoy...me?" Misty asked with a low, helpless voice and she started to grind her body against his.

His hands stopped and he hugged Misty. "Oh yes, my sweet Misty! I have been awaiting this magical night for a long time and to pick my tender flower, named Misty" he whispered as hands slid back under Misty's skirt and on her butt. 

"Ahhh," she moaned and Misty was helpless. She was a big bowel of jell-o and all his. "Please pick my flower...my insides are on fire and it feels like I'm going to explode!" she moaned again and her hips moved more, rubbing her sweet juices all over the front of him. 

"Yes, my young queen, Misty! I shall awaken your body and free your mind of this meaningless world of the living," he panted and his mouth moved to her tender neck. He opened wide and covered the right side, but it would be much better if he waited.

He took Misty by the hand, and led her from the dance floor and back outside, towards the lake. He could feel her heart pounding and hear Misty's young, hot blood starting to boil in her veins.

Misty felt his mouth on her neck and she felt two very sharp objects touch her. 'Oh God, I'm about to get laid by a guy I don't know, he's trying to play 'Dracula' with me and his cock is almost a freaking foot long! I love it!' she screamed to herself as the Count pulled her along like his puppet and Misty loved it. "I've never done anything before. You'll have to be gentle with me," she said with fear in her voice and he stopped, turned and whispered to her. 

"My dear, sweet Misty, I could never hurt you in anyway. You are a queen in my eyes and in a few moments, I plan on taking you as my lover," he whispered to her, he leaned to her neck again and lightly kissed it. He could not wait to enjoy his young prize and show her a new world.

They started back to the spot they met and once there, Misty sat down on her knees in front of him. "May I do something for you, Master?" she purred and pulled down the zipper on his pants. "I've been practicing for the last four years and I hope you enjoy me." Misty panted, reached in and pulled out his cock. "Oh, sweet Jesus! You're a freaking monster!" she giggled as he filled her young eyes. 

He just smiled and stood there watching the shocked look on her gorgeous face. "Do not worry. I have a good feeling that we were made for each other and once we become one," he stopped to grab Misty's soft hair and pushed his hips forward. "This world...will be ours for the taking!" he growled and started pushing his cock into her tender, but very willing mouth and her soft, helpless moaning, made him grow more. 

'Oh fuck, oh God! I'm doing it, I'm sucking my first cock and it is gorgeous!' she thought as her mouth stretched wide and he gently pushed in. "Mmmm, ahhhh, ohhhh God yes!" she moaned as his cock pulled from her mouth for two seconds and he gently pushed back in. She sucked him hard and a funny thing came to mind, his cock should have been very hot, but it was like sucking on an ice cube. "You're so cold," she moaned as he pulled from her mouth, grabbed a big handful of her hair and pulled Misty towards a big rock.

"Now I can sit and watch while you pleasure my manhood," He moaned and jerked Misty up to his face. "I like it slow and easy. I enjoy hearing a young girl talking dirty, while she strokes me with a wet and soft hand." He moaned and leaned to her neck again, sucking it hard and letting her know what was coming. 

"You don't fuck around, do you? Just tell a little whore like me how to fuck you and get right to a good face-fuck." Misty said and she loved the way he said, 'a wet and soft hand' and the way he was sucking on her neck. It was as if he was getting her ready for something. 

"Oh yes, it's been a very long time since I've been pleasured by someone like you," he moaned and squeezed her young, helpless body to his, enjoying her warmth and her excitement. 

She was a rag doll in his powerful arms and his slave. "I've never been with anyone or even seen a man's cock, until now. I'll make you feel so good; you won't want to leave me." Misty purred to him and she wanted his cock again. 

"I already feel that way about you and I need you my sweet! Please pleasure me with your mouth. I can not wait any longer; you have awakened things in me that have been dead for ten lifetimes." 

She heard him and it excited her to hear his words. "Yes master, I will pleasure you now!" Misty moaned to him and he let her slide down his body, until she was sitting and he sat on the massive, flat rock. She let a big, thick stand of saliva drip into her tiny hands and Misty reached out to the Count. 

"Oh fuck! You're so mother, fucking hard!" Misty panted as she held his thick, pulsing shaft. "I want you to fuck me soon, Count!" she said as her hands moved up and down his thick and very cold cock, wishing that he was a vampire. "My little pussy is burning for a man and I want you to be that man." Misty whispered as she leaned up and grazed her excited lips over his stiffened manliness. "Would you like being the first guy up my tight, virgin pussy?" she leaned to him again, but this time, her lips started kissing the Count's large, cold cock. "Huh? Would you like to push that big thing up my tiny, tiny hole and fuck me?"

He watched and enjoyed Misty. He truly could not remember any lover he had, being as good as Misty was. "Oh my sweet, sweet Queen. The moon is close to full and our time is nearing," he said, gently caressing her young body. "And yes, I want to be the first man in your wonderful body and I will drink from you, as we become one!" He moaned when her mouth went over his cock-head and Misty started sucking him. 

She got up on her knees and Misty opened her mouth. She took him with ease and her hands kept stroking his cool shaft. She sucked the head, while her tongue teased the very tip of it. Her hands never stopped once and Misty made sure to keep them nice and wet, the way her new Master liked them. 

"You're so good at roll-playing. How did you get to be so good at it?" she asked and her hands kept moving up and down his cold cock, but Misty thought it was exciting. 




Warm Blood, Cold Flesh



"I do not play, all is real my sweet!" he said and helped her from the ground. "It is time. I must take you now!" he added and sat her on the very edge of the rock. He reached under her skirt, pulled down her drenched panties and he pushed them into one of his pockets. 

She was lifted one the rock and her panties were off before she could say a word. "If we get together after this, I still want to pretend you're my Master, ok? And you can do anything to me; even bite me if you're really into that and I won't say a word." Misty panted as he stepped between her tiny legs and he spread her wide. "I'm afraid," she started sobbing and Misty felt him pushing to her.

"Do not be afraid, you are my queen and it is time for us to be together. Relax and let me show you a wonderful new world," he whispered as he lay over her trembling body, his arms at her sides, just under her small shoulders and his hands holding her face. 

"Oh God, you drive me crazy!" she cried out, thrust her tiny hips up and Misty was no longer a virgin. His cock tore through her flower and they were joined. He was completely in her and at Misty's source of life. "It's freaking wonderful! Oh God, oh God!" she screamed and wrapped her little legs and arms around him as tight as she could. 

Misty thrust up and they were joined. "Oh yes, my sweet, sweet Misty! We are together at long last!" he grunted and her insides began loving him. They were squeezing and caressing him, pulling him and trying to get his cold seeds. He leaned to her neck, the same side as before and he gently sucked, bringing all of her warm and excited blood to the surface. 

Misty felt him at her neck and wondered if he was going to really try and bite her. "Mmmm, my sexy Count! Bit me, enjoy my warm, life-giving blood and love me while you drain my body of life!" she moaned as they moved as one, loving each other as if they had been together a thousand times before. 

A little fire started to erupt in her belly and Misty was finished. "Oh yes! I'm cuming, God, I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" she screamed out in the night air, as her body exploded around his cool shaft and it was a dream. At last, a man had taken her. "Go faster, go faster!" Misty squealed and he did as she asked.

"I will bite you, but I will not drain you of life. I want you by my side and we shall rule a great, new empire together," he moaned in her ear, opened his mouth, his fangs slowly came down and he lunged into her flesh. 

Misty screamed bloody-murder when his sharp fangs sank into her neck. It felt like she had been struck by lightening and Misty could feel him tenderly sucking, draining her of blood. "Oh my God, you are a vampire! Oh yes, oh yes, suck my blood! Suck my blood!" she continued to squeal with pleasure as he drank her life and he held her tightly in place. "Oh God, I love it, I love it!" she whimpered as he used her pussy hard and drank her blood. 

He eased from her neck and smiled. "Oh my sweet, Misty, you have renewed my life and brought me back from the brink of extinction and I thank you," he moaned as his cold, hard cock slid in and out of her tiny body.

"My young, beautiful girl, you have turned my dreadful life upside-down!" he moaned as he pleasured their bodies, pumping Misty fast and very deep. Her body tried holding him, it wanted his seeds.

"Oh shit, it feels so freaking good! Fuck me, fuck me harder!" Misty screamed as her heels kicked his back, making him love her faster and deeper. "Cum in me, I want to feel your cum! Please, I know you can," she moaned as her hips and sloppy pussy thrust to him. 

He smiled at her and laughed at her sweet words. "My secrets have been hidden for a long, long time. How could someone so young and innocent know anything about me?" he asked and his young beauty was getting the best of him. He had not released his cold seeds in many years and she was close to enjoying it. 

"I can see it in your eyes. You're dying to cum in me. Aren't you? Come on, do it, cum in me! Please! Cum in me my love!" Misty whispered with a helpless smile and she felt his cool shaft jump. "Oh hell yeah!" she grunted and lifted her hips just as he came. 

He jerked as the cold fluids squirted from his equally cool shaft, injecting it deep into Misty's young body. "Oh yes!" he growled and held Misty tight. "You are 'truly' one of a kind and I can not wait for you to join me. We will enjoy many things and you shall be mine for eternity!" He smiled and rocked Misty in his arms.

His cool seeds shot deep into her body and even though it was cold, it felt like lava shooting into her belly. "Oh my God, that was great!" Misty whimpered as she held his powerful neck, never wanting to let him go.

"It was very enjoyable, but our next time will be better." 

"When?" Misty asked with a smile, thinking of being under this wonderful man's body again and enjoying his skills.

"I shall come to you the next two nights and on the final night...you will be mine!"

"Fuck that, I am now!" Misty giggled as her body started tingling and her senses came alive. She heard voices from every direction and tiny bugs communicating back and forth. "I feel funny, but it's kinda neat," she said and it felt like she was drunk or high. 

He kissed Misty on the tip of her little nose and said. "Your body and your senses will be so enlightened; it will be hard to grasp. But shall be with you, helping you and showing you the way," he said and slowly eased from her young body.

"Ahhh, no! Why did you stop? I wanted more, lots more!" Misty moaned and curled into a ball.

"Tomorrow my sweet, I will come to your bed and enjoy you there."

Misty's eyes started to close and she whispered. "I want to go home, I'm sleepy," she smiled and her eyes closed. 

*.

Misty Crawford! Get yourself out of that bed and get down to the kitchen, right now!" Misty's mother, Donna, yelled at her daughter. She was more than half naked in her bed and the door to her room was left wide open. "Hurry up, young lady!" she yelled louder and she was getting very mad. 

"Oh God, shut up! My freaking head is killing and your big mouth isn't helping any!" Misty screamed at her mother. 

"How dare you talk to me like that! Your father is getting his razor strap out and you will feel it like never before!"

"I don't think he will!" Misty jumped from the bed and was standing in front of her mother, within the blink of an eye. "He won't touch me again and if he tries...he will be so sorry!" Misty yelled louder.

"What in the world is going on up there?" Jack, Misty's overbearing father yelled from the kitchen.

"Jack, Misty needs some discipline! Her mouth is spilling over this morning. Oh my God, what happened to your neck? We let you out one time by yourself and you come back looking like a common whore!" she screamed at Misty, looking at the right side of her neck and the entire side of it was black, blue and purple.

Jack ran up the stairs and when he saw Misty's neck, he drew back his hand. "You hit me and you will be sorry!" Misty growled like a rabid dog and her eyes glared at him. "I won't be your punching bag anymore! It you want to beat somebody, hit her!" Misty yelled as she walked by her father and she shoved him aside. 

Jack was stunned at Misty's words and when he tried to grab her, she shoved him as if he was nothing. "Come back here, young lady! I'm not finished with you!" he reached for her again, but Misty just walked away with her father's eyes on her shapely, petite butt. 

She searched the kitchen for something to eat, but not one thing looked appealing to her. Misty had a strange craving for something, but she didn't know what. "I've starving!" she growled and a wonderful scent filled her nose. "Ahhh, what is that?" Misty sniffed as she followed the delightful smell. 

Misty looked down and saw a big, bloody beef roast lying in the sink. "How nice!" she moaned, leaned towards and licked it. "Oh yeah, it's so good!" Misty growled as she reached under the bloody chunk of meat and lifted it to her panting mouth. She opened her mouth and started sucking the cool blood from the dead meat. 

"Oh my God, what is going on Jack?" Donna said with shock as she watched her daughter sucking on the roast she had set out for dinner. 

Jack looked on and he was just as shocked. "I have no idea, but it doesn't look very good," he replied and watched blood running down Misty's face and her body. 

Misty heard them and she slowly turned, still sucking the blood from the roast and she stopped to say. "Sorry, but I was famished!" she giggled and tossed the cold meat towards the sink. She used her arm to wipe her mouth and Misty flopped into a chair. "I need a smoke," she said and took one from her father's pack and lit it. 

"What has gotten into you, Misty? Why are you acting this way?" Donna said as she watched the beef blood running down Misty's arms and body. 

Misty just smiled and replied. "I had a wonderful time last night and I found a gorgeous man. And, as you can see, we had a breathtaking night!" she moaned and turned her neck for her mother and father to see. 

Misty's parents stared at her neck and it looked like she had been attacked by some kind of wild animal. "How could do such things with a man you just met? I thought that you knew better!" Donna said as she walked towards her daughter.

"Oh mother, he is a wonderful lover. Maybe I can tell him how bad you need a big, hard cock in you! I know Dad's cock hasn't worked in years." Misty laughed as she thought of the count on her Mom, screwing her brains out. 

Donna's mouth flew open and she wanted to slap Misty, but she was afraid. "How dare you say such things? Your father can't help it." 

"But, it is true. I bet your pussy drips for a big, hard one!" Misty smiled as she puffed the cigarette and it tasted horrible. "Yuck!" she said and tossed it on the floor. 

Donne grabbed the discarded cigarette and put it out. "I don't know what's come over you, but had better clean up that dirty mouth of yours or...!"

"Oh, I'm just so freaking scared!" Misty laughed, got up and started to leave the kitchen, but as she walked past her father, a weird thought filled her mind. "Oh mother, dear father wants to slip his limp dick...in me! Maybe if you dress like me; he'll be able to get it up," smiled at him, winked and flashed her breasts. "You fuckin' pervert!" Misty growled and shoved him away from her. 

*.

Misty strolled down the hall, watching every boy staring at her see-through blouse. Her tiny, but very excited breasts under it, bouncing up and down with each step she took. "They like me now, I can smell their lust for me!" she moaned, enjoying the boys looking at her and she knew that they were all hard for her. 

"Damn, she looks fucking awesome as hell!" a boy said as he walked straight into a row of lockers. 

"Mother of God, Misty Crawford! What in God's name, are you doing coming to school dressed like this?" Mr. Hawkins, the school principal said as he also, looked at her tiny breasts and he could clearly see all of her. 

"Don't you like it? I see you looking at my tits and I know you want to suck them! You've fucked half of the girls in school and three of them are knocked up with your babies. I wonder if the school board knows anything about that and what they would do if they knew about it." Misty smiled as she reached down and grabbed his swelling cock and she squeezed. Misty shoved him back and she went to her locker. 

"Oh my Lord, Misty, what happened to your neck?" a small girl asked looking at Misty's neck in shock. 

She opened her locker, looked into a small mirror hanging on the door and replied. "Isn't it gorgeous!" she smiled, took out her books and walked away.

As she walked down the hall, Misty could feel all the boys checking out her breasts and her legs. 'To bad for all of you, now you can't have any!' she thought as she walked by a large group of the school's football plays. 

"Hey sexy, you sure are looking hot today. Do you want a big cock up that little pussy?" a tall black guy asked with a smile, showing all of his gold, front teeth to her. 

She heard him, stopped and started laughing. "You couldn't handle it!" Misty laughed more and she could sense that he was about to explode. "Maybe you should go slip it in your Mom again. You liked it when you raped her last week," she smiled and he jumped towards her.

"You fucking cunt, I'll kill you for saying that!" he screamed and jumped towards Misty, wondering how in the hell she knew what he did to his Mom. 

Misty quickly stepped aside and watched the black kid land face first, on the cool hall. She bent down, not caring if anyone saw up her short skirt or not. "Maybe you should go home and fuck her again! I know how much you loved it and you want more of it!" Misty said with a big grin and wide eyes, hoping to egg him on. 

"You fucking cunt, I'm going to kill you!" he screamed again and got up. "I'm going to break you in two!" he growled and reached for Misty. 

She grabbed his right arm and twisted it. "You will do nothing to me or anyone else in this school! We are sick of you muscle bound pricks picking on us day and night!" Misty twisted more as the big guy feel to his knees, screaming out with pain. 

"Let me go, you fucking cunt!"

"That kind of talk will get you nowhere." Misty smiled and see saw a bunch of kids running to watch. "Now, if you say please and promise to stop bothering people, I'll let you go," she smiled and quickly turned to elbow one of the black kids friends, in his nose and she watched him fall ot the floor screaming in pain. 

"Let me go you fucking cunt!" he screamed and fought to free himself.

"Oh well, I gave you a chance!" Misty growled and she twisted his arm one, last time. 

The loud crack of his bone breaking and the piercing scream could be heard all through the school. Misty stood and went on her way. 

*.

"So, where is she now?" Sheriff Ken Anderson asked as he crossed his legs and waited for Principal Hawkins to reply. 

"She's just outside, but you won't know her. She came to school this morning dressed like a hooker." Hawkins replied as he thought of Misty's pointed, little breasts. 

"She's a little girl isn't she? How could she have broken an arm like that?" Anderson asked as he slowly rubbed his chin and knew he had to get back to the four murders that happened overnight.

Hawkins shook his head and let out a long sigh. "I have no idea, but that kid will be lucky if it can be fixed. It looks like a Mac truck ran over it!"

"Get her in here and let's get this over with. Nobody knows this, but last night...four people were found dead by the lake and we think two of them are your students." Anderson said and watched Hawkins eyes grow wide.

"Any idea of who they are?" Hawkins asked, hoping he was wrong about the kids being students.

"Nope, they look bad, like they were drained of blood or something. I've been a cop for a long fucking time, but I've never seen anything like that before."

"Holy crap!" Hawkins said as he lifted the phone to his ear and sent for Misty. "One other thing, wait till you see her neck!"

Anderson sat up in his chair and was about to ask Hawkins about her neck, when the door opened and there she stood. 'Holy shit, she has the same giant mark on her neck as those dead kids!' Anderson thought to himself and he couldn't believe how Misty looked either. 

Misty shoved open the door with her eighteen-year-old body and she was getting pissed. "Do I ever get to leave? That fucker tried to hit me and defended myself is all. There's no crime in that!" she said with her hands on her hips.

"No there's not, but we'd like to know how you did it. It's not everyday that someone as small as you are, breaks the arm of a two-hundred and eighty-five pound boy." Anderson said as he glanced at her black and very blue neck. "And by the way, what happened to your neck?" he asked and couldn't wait to hear what Misty had to say about it. 

She looked over the tall and muscular cop and replied. "My new guy marked me as his. Is there a problem with that?"

"Nope, I was just wondering." Anderson said and he needed to know what was going on and he needed to know fast. "Was he at that party you kids had by the lake?" he asked and watched Misty smile.

"Mmmm, yes he was!" she purred and hoped he would come back to her tonight, like he promised her. 

"Is he from here or one of the kids that drove up from Jackson?" Anderson asked and he could see that Misty was getting fed up with his questions. 

"He's not a kid and he just came back here for a visit." 

"He lived here before?" Anderson asked, watching Misty smiling. 

"A long time ago, I think. Can I please go now?"

"I'm finish, do you have anything to add?" Anderson asked as he looked over to Hawkins and Anderson could see the old pervert looking up and down Misty's young body. 

"Even though you're not being charged, I'm suspending you for the rest of the week and when you come back, I don't want to see you dressed like this again!" Hawkins said with a firm voice and he tried to keep his eyes off of her tiny breasts. 

She laughed at him and said "Kiss my ass! You're the one that should be getting charged with something, like...making it with four, underage girl's! Maybe you should ask him about that, Sheriff." Misty smiled and she went on her way, thinking of the fat pervert going to jail. 

Anderson looked at Hawkins and he asked. "What was she taking about?"

"Uh...nothing, she's just trying to get me into trouble."

"Well, if I hear of you fooling with any of these little girls', your ass will be mine!" Anderson said as he stood and gave Hawkins a firm, cold look and he left. 

*.

Anderson walked along the edge of the lake, hoping to find a clue or anything to help figure this out. He stopped to light a cigarette and something caught his eye. "What the fuck is this?" he said and bent down to pick up the small object. "I guess it's from a charm bracelet," he added and it looked like one of those family crest things you see on TV. He turned and trotted back to the crime scene. 

"Hey Doc, have a look at this!" Anderson yelled as he walked up to the seventy-year-old man. "What do you think this is?" he asked and handed it to the doctor. 

The old man looked over the small charm and he couldn't believe it. "Hell Ken, this is a family crest! Where in the hell did you find it? I bet this thing is hundreds of years old!" Doc said as he reached for an evidence bag and slipped it in. 

"It was about two-hundred yards over that way, just lying on the ground."

"If we can trace this thing down and get the family name, we could be in luck." Doc said as he looked over the charm again. 

"That would be great! We've got to get whoever did this shit. Nobody deserves to die like that. What am I going to tell their families?"

The Doc just shook his head and replied. "That's your job Ken, I just try and figure out what killed them. The rest is up to you."

"Would you like to trade jobs?" Anderson laughed and added. "Get me a picture of it and then, send it off to the state lab as soon as you can," he added hoped that would catch the person responsible for this horrible thing. 

"Hell no, you can keep your job! Is it alright if I get one of your people to rush this up to the capital?" Doc asked as he took a picture and carefully sealed the bag. 

"Yeah, no problem at all, Doc. We need to find out what that thing is." Anderson said as he watched the doctor printing the picture. "I'm going back into town and check at the library, maybe Rachael will know something." Anderson said as he took the picture from the doctor and went on his way. 

*.

Ken walked into the small, town library and he quickly spotted Rachael bending over, putting away some books. She was a nice woman, forty-years-old, single and his secret lover.




Warm Blood, Cold Flesh



"Damn, now that's something nice!" he said with a smile and watched her jump up.

"Why don't you just scare the shit out of me next time!" she laughed and gave him a playful slap on his arm. "What brings you here today?" Rachael asked and she could see his brown eyes looking down her small blouse and to her creamy, white C cups. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bag. "This, I was wondering if there's a way to trace this or something."

She took the bag from him and gave it a close look. "Oh wow, this thing is old as hell! Where in the heck did you find it?" Rachael asked as she walked away from Anderson and towards the back of the library. "I've seen this before. Look, is it the same or not?" she said opening a very thick and old book. 

He leaned over and compared the crest with the book. "How did you know where to look?"

"This is the family crest of out town's founder. His name was, Count Nicolas Volsky and from what I've read about this guy...he was not Boy Scout!" 

"What do you mean?" Ken asked as he leaned against the table. 

"He was in the Russian army back in the early 1700 hundreds and he was so fucking evil, they kicked his ass out of the army and the country. So, he got his troops, their families and they moved here. But a year or so after they were here, young girls were being found murdered and drained of blood."

Ken stood listening with great care and when Rachael talked about the murders, he was shocked. "You can't tell anyone, but last night four young girls were found dead by the lake and they didn't have a drop of blood in or anywhere around their bodies," he said and Rachael looked like she had seen a ghost. 

"Oh my God, I wonder what's going on." Rachael gasped as she moved against him and gently hugged. "Times like these are when I 'really' hate being single," she whispered and gently kissed him.

"What if someone comes in?" he asked with a grin and returned her warm and loving kiss. 

"I'm to the point that I don't give a shit anymore! I'm single, your wife is a bitch and I'm tired of hiding our love." Rachael whispered as she slowly bent down and sat on her feet in front of him. "I need a big, hard dick to suck. Can I suck yours, Mr. Policeman?" she asked with a low, innocent voice and she loved the shocked look on his manly face. 

"Dang, is one of us in a good mood today?" he asked as Rachael gently pulled his swelling cock out and he watched her gently kissing the head. 

"Yes, I'm so horny, I could fuck you to death!" she moaned and started sucking the head of Ken's big, long cock. "Oh Ken, I love you so much!" Rachael moaned as she sucked and rubbed his thick cock all over her pretty face.

He held the sides of her face and looked into her very gorgeous hazel eyes. "I love you too, baby," he said as she sucked, licked and teased the head of his cock. "Hey baby, what if somebody comes in? Why don't we get together tonight? I can tell 'the bitch' something came up and I'll come over to your place for a few hours." Ken said and he hated to stop this, but he had things to do. 

"Oh come, let me finish. You know you want it just as bad as I do." Rachael pleaded with him, but after what Ken just told her about the murders, she figured he had a lot to do. "I'm going to stop, but you best come over tonight. I'm on fire for this big, pretty thing!" she moaned and sucked it a few seconds more. 

"If I do, will you finish doing that?" he asked with a wink and he couldn't wait to get back in her warm and loving mouth. Ken was nearing fifty and he never had anyone suck him, like Rachael did. She was awesome. 

"You know I will," she purred and thought of all the times she sucked him and let him cum in her mouth. "I'll even let you cum in me," she moaned and started sucking his tongue, wishing that it was his beautiful cock. 

He smiled and let the sexy woman gently suck his tongue. "Be ready around midnight, I'm coming for your sweet ass and I'm going to wear it out!" he said and gave her meaty ass a firm slap. "I hate to, but I really need to get back the office." Ken said and they hugged one, last time and he left. 

Rachael looked at the book again and couldn't help but think of how strange this was. Four young girls' turn up dead and Ken finds a family crest of the towns' murdering founder. "This is nutty as hell!" she said and sat down to read about this evil man.

*.

The sun slowly sank in the sky and Misty's body and senses went wild. She knew he would be coming soon and she was ready for him. Misty was lying in the middle of her bed, wearing only a small pair of black panties and matching, black stockings. "Hurry Master, I need you!" she moaned and reached down to rub her excited pussy, thinking of him screwing her with his massive cock. 

She gently rubbed and fingered herself as a cold chill filled her room. "My sweet Misty, are you ready for me?" he asked with a smile and he loved what she was wearing

"Oh yes, I've been on fire, Master! I need you to fuck me again and bite my neck! My brain and body have been going wild today." Misty growled as she sat up on her knees and kissed him. 

"You are about to join me and you be changing with every, passing hour. Your mind, senses and body will know my power and soon, you will stand by my side," he whispered as his big, cold hands caressed all over her butt and slender hips. 

"Yes, I will be by your side!" she whimpered as his hands caressed her, driving Misty crazy with need. "Take me, Master! I'm on fire and it hurts so bad!" Misty begged him and he started taking off his clothes. 

"Tonight, I shall lay back and you will love me as I loved you last night."

"Yes Master, anything you want, I will do!" Misty cried as he moved to her bed and lay on his back. She quickly moved to him and swallowed his giant cock with ease. 

Misty took him and he could not wait until his final bite. He wanted this young beauty and he wanted her bad. "Yes my sweet! Suck it! Make it hard and then, I want you on me!" he moaned as she sucked him hard and deep into her soft throat. 

"Yes Master," she stopped long enough to moan and Misty went back to sucking his long and very cool shaft. Her head moved up and down, letting his stiff shaft use her mouth anyway her wanted. 

He reached to hold the sides of her face, guiding her up and down, while Misty sucked him. "Yes, yes, my sweet Misty!" he moaned as he watched his cock loving her young and willing mouth. "You are one of a kind and I love it!" he moaned louder and he started using Misty faster and much deeper. 

"I want your cock in my pussy and your fangs in my neck!" Misty cried out as she stood over him with one foot on each side of his hips and she slowly sank down. "Oh Master!" she screamed as his thick manhood sank to her core and his cool hands held her tiny ass. 

He watched as Misty eased him into her body and her warm insides wrapped around him like a comforting blanket. "Yes! Yes!" he growled and held her tiny bottom as Misty squatted down. 

"Oh God, oh my God!" Misty screamed loud, enjoying the comforting feeling of him so deep in her body and now, she wanted his teeth in her neck. "Oh, it feels so good! So, so good!" she yelled out and he started lifting her ass up and down. 

"Go my sweet, Misty and when your orgasm approaches, I shall take your neck!" he growled and slapped her tiny ass, making her move faster. 

She felt his hand and the feel made her heart race and her pussy squeeze him. "Yes Master, beat me! Beat my little ass!" she screamed and her bedroom door flew open. Her mother and father stood looking on in shock. 

"Oh sweet Jesus!" Donna yelled when she saw her daughter riding the strange man. "Misty, what are you doing?" she screamed at her daughter and the man lifted his head and he let out a deep and fierce growl. 

The Count looked towards the door and he was ready to kill. "Get out of here and never return!" he said with a growl and watched her parents run away. 

"Call the police! I'm getting my gun!" Jack yelled to his wife and ran for his shotgun. He made sure that it was loaded and he ran back to Misty's room. "I'm giving you two seconds to get out of my house!" Jack said as he held the gun to his shoulder and he was ready to kill. 

The Count laughed and flicked his hand towards Jack. He flew from Misty's room and out in the hall. "Dim-witted man, none of your silly guns can hurt me!" he laughed and looked back to Misty as she rode up and down his long cock. 

"I'm gettin' close! My pussy is burning so bad, it hurts!" she yelled out and drove him deeper, until it hurt, but Misty was not going to stop for anything at all. 

"Yes and when you do, I shall enjoy your other fruit!" he growled and could sense her need to orgasm. 

"Oh yes, bite me! Bite my neck!" Misty screamed so loud, it was heard more than two houses away, sending the local phones lines into a frenzy. 

Ken Anderson was sitting in his office, when the phone lines started ringing of the hook. "What in the hell is going?" he wondered and got up to go look. "Is the world coming to an end or what?" Anderson teased, but the looks on his two dispatchers' faces said this was serious. 

"Donna Crawford just called and said that a strange man is in her daughters' room and he's raping her!" the eldest of two dispatchers said.

"Fuck, send every car there and tell them to hurry the hell up!" Anderson yelled as he grabbed his gun belt and ran out the door. "I hope she's just banging some kid from school. I don't need any weird shit going on in my town!" he said as he jumped into his truck and sped away. 

"Oh God, I'm ready! Oh my God!" Misty screamed as her body locked around him and squeezed. "I'm cuming! I'm cuming!" she squealed as her body convulsed around his cock and he pulled her down. "Bite me!" she growled loud and Misty didn't see the four policemen standing in her doorway. 

The Count grabbed Misty, pulled her down and he sank his sharp fangs deep into the tender flesh of her neck. He sucked as Misty came and her slender hips never stopped moving. 

"Holy mother of God!" a tall, young deputy said as he watched the two lovers going wild.

"This has nothing to do with God!" Anderson said as he looked on in shock. He saw the weird man biting Misty's neck and he could not believe it. The guy was biting her and it looked like he was sucking her blood. 

The Count turned his head and he saw the onlookers. He drank for a few seconds more and he pulled from Misty. "Get out of here!" he growled to the men and all but one ran away. "Did you not hear me?" he growled louder, but the man stood his ground. 

"I heard you, but I'm not leaving until you let her go." Anderson said and he still could not believe what he had just seen. 

"I will not release her! You will be lucky that I do not rip your heart out of your chest and toss it to the hounds! Leave now and I may spare your life!"

"You can give it a shot if you want, but I'm not going anywhere." Anderson said and he saw something. The guys' eyes were glowing red. "Well, maybe I will go, but I'll be seeing you real soon." Anderson said as he slowly stepped back and ducked into a small closet next to her room. 

"I must leave you now, but tomorrow night will be our night! We will be joined and after we are, you shall be as I and we will never be apart." The Count said as he gently kissed Misty. 

"Mmmm, I can't wait to be with you. I hate my life and I want to be like you." Misty whispered as she licked her own blood from his mouth.

"You will my love. Tomorrow night, you are to wear all white and nothing more! Do you understand me?" he growled at her and Misty shook her head yes. "Come to the old graveyard by the lake, in the clearing at midnight and do not be late!"

"I will be there Master and I will do as you have ordered me." Misty said as she sat atop him, with his stiffness deep in her body and she bowed to him. "My I please you more, Master?" she asked and wanted to him to tell her to suck him off, but he lifted her and sat her on the bed. 

"Tomorrow night!" he said, walked to her window and he left. 

*.

Ken ran up to Rachael's door and he knocked hard. "Rachael!" he yelled and banged harder. "Open up, I need your help!" he yelled and saw lights coming on. 

She jumped from and ran to the front door. "What's going on?" Rachael asked and she saw a look on Ken's face that she had never seen in the fifteen years of knowing him. 

"Are there such things as..." he was cut short.

"Vampires?" she asked with a grin and motioned for him to come inside. "Ken, I did some digging into Nicolas Volsky and you're going to shit." Rachael smiled and she saw him looking at her hips. "Like what you see?" she asked with a grin and couldn't believe that she was in a small shirt and nothing but a pair of panties. 

He pulled his eyes up to her eyes and said. "Hell yes I do and if I had time, I'd show you how much!" he winked and added. "Tell me about this guy and if there are any paintings of him. I want to know if it was that fucker sucking Misty Crawford' neck or not."

"What?" Rachael asked and her eyes grew wide. "Somebody was sucking her neck?" 

"Yeah and there was blood all over the place." Ken added and a voice came over his radio.

"Come in Sheriff! This is Vickie and I have some bad news! Ike and Tom just found three more dead girls' by the lake and they look just like the ones from last night." 

Ken heard Vickie and he shook his head. He reached for the radio and replied. "Vickie, tell them to keep it quite and rope off the entire area! I don't want a bunch of people fucking up all the evidence. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Yes sir!" 

"Tell me about this guy." Ken said as he lit a cigarette. 

"I told you he got kicked out of Russia and moved here. Well, it wasn't a year later when the Count started acting weird and the girls' started being murdered. He helped them hunt for the killer day and night, never stopping or giving up hope," she paused to take his smoke and Rachael took a long puff of it. 

"One day some men were out hunting when...they caught him holding a girl, his teeth in her neck and he was drinking her blood. You can just imagine how that went over back in those days. They had a trial that lasted ten minutes and they burned him alive, Ken!" 

"Do you know where they burned his ass?" Ken asked. 

Rachael knew the spot and she knew it very well. "Yeah, in the old graveyard where the big clearing is and that big old rock, why?" she asked.

Ken couldn't believe this was going on. "I hope this is just a bad dream, because if its not, I'm in a world of shit!" he laughed and wiped his face, giving her yellow panties another look.

"I got some bad news...it's not a dream baby." Rachael said with fear and excitement rushing through her body. 

"Yeah, it figures. If this is real, how are you supposed to kill them?"

"I've read tons of books and every one says the same thing."

"A wooden stake through the heart?" he asked and Rachael shook her head yes. "I can't believe this shit is happening."

"That's what all books say to do."

He smoked his cigarette and looked over her gorgeous body, wishing he could stay. "Just normal wood or do I need something special?"

"Yeah, nothing fancy." Rachael said and she was so afraid for Ken. "Will you promise to be very careful?"

"Yes, I have a nice lady I love and I can't screw it up."

She moved against him and whispered. "You sure do, so you best be careful." Rachael sniffed as his hands roamed over her meaty, size ten ass and he gently kissed her on the lips. 

"I will baby and when I can come back, you be ready for a good time and start clearing a spot for my stuff," he winked and gave her butt one last, slap and he left. 

"Please be careful," she said standing by the door and Rachael knew that he needed help. "My man needs my help and if he thinks having a few dip-shit vampires running around town is strange, he's about to find out some wild shit about me!" she said with a laugh and ran to the phone. 

*.

Ken sat in a large grove of brushes, waiting for Misty or the blood-sucker to come. He looked at his watch and saw that he was just a little early, when he heard someone coming through bushes. He quickly pulled his gun and eased back the hammer. 

"Easy big boy, it's just me!" Rachael said as she sat down with him and put her arm around Ken. 

He saw her and wanted to bend her over his knee. "What are you doing here? This guy could turn out to be a real freak and I don't want you getting hurt."

"Don't worry Ken, I brought some help!" Rachael smiled. "I called my friends and we're here to help," she added and watched a funny look cover his face. "What, don't you want a band of hot and sexy witches to help you?" she asked with a giggle.

"Witches?" he asked and shook his head. All he needed now was for Batman and Superman to stop by too. 

Rachael looked into his eyes, read his thoughts and she replied. "Batman and Superman are not real, but we are. Our ancestors were sent here hundreds of years ago to watch over this town and make sure that Volsky or any of his ghouls ever got loose, but they did two days ago. We weren't sure at first, but when you told me what happened today in the library, I started organizing my people." Rachael said hoping to ease Ken's fears and she prayed he didn't think she was some kind of freak or something worse.

He just sat there in shock and replied. "I've got vampires, witches and who in the fuck knows what's next!" Ken said and he gently reached to caress the side of her face. "If he's a vampire and you're a witch, who has more power, you or him?" he asked and really hoped Rachael and her people did. 

She just smiled, held his hands and Rachael told him the story. "Long ago, when Volsky founded this town, my people came with him. But it wasn't long after they arrived here, when the murders started. They had a good idea that it was Volsky and they kept, what they thought, was a good eye on him. He butchered their leader, stole a very important book from my people and he that's when he became what he is now."

"Where has he been and why did he come out now?" Ken asked and he still couldn't believe all of this was happening. 

She squeezed his hands and replied. "He and his followers were locked deep in a crypt just over there, but two days ago..." she was cut off by Ken. 

"That dumb, mother-fucker with the bulldozer hit it and let them out!" Ken growled as he looked to the big mound of dirt that Patrick Ennis and his big plan to build a wall between his home and the graveyard. 

Rachael shook her head yes. "He and his family are very, very lucky. After being locked up so long, they should have been the first to die! Our families trapped Volsky and his people in a big barn with a massive pit under it. They burned them alive and locked their ashes away, until the other day." Rachael said and she heard something.

Ken looked out of the bushes and he saw people walking to the clearing from every direction. "Are they all vampires?" he whispered to Rachael. 

"I don't think so. He and his followers have been out feeding and getting new people to join them, but they don't have any powers or anything. Only the oldest of Volsky's people could stand up to us, but their power is very limited."

"So, you and your people can kick their asses pretty easy then?" 

She smiled at him and replied. "It won't be a 'cake walk', but we will overpower them fairly quick."

"How many people do you have with you?" he asked and loved the smile on her face.

"Our families have lived here for over three hundred years and our numbers are very large! You know many of them, Ken and they 'all' have come to help you and the town." Rachael added as she caressed the side of his manly face.




Warm Blood, Cold Flesh



"Do I just sit here and watch or can I get in on the fun?" he asked and hoped that he would get a chance to use his new pistol on someone. 

"You can help, but...there is a chance that you could be killed. My people and I have a protection spell on us, but you won't have that luxury." 

Ken rubbed his chin and he asked. "So, you've been a witch the entire time that you and I have been seeing each other?"

Rachael looked into his eyes and like before, she read his thoughts. "Yes Ken, you've been making love to a 'real' witch."

"So, you can read my thoughts too?"

"Yes, but I've only done it tonight. I would never do that to you, unless it was very important and meant saving your life."

"Damn, this shit is crazy as hell, but it is kinda cool!" he winked at Rachael and he watched a smile cover her pretty, mature face.

"You are a silly man!" she said and heard someone whispered her name. Rachael turned and saw a man coming towards them. "Hey Max, is everything in place and ready?" she asked the tall man as he sat down with her and Ken. 

"Sure is and we have twice as many wooden stakes as we thought. Ol' Jim went crazy making them last month, but he also said that he had a bad feeling and he was right." Max said as he reached over to give Ken a slap on his back. "Has Rachael told you everything?" he asked. 

Ken looked at Max and he couldn't believe that he was a witch too. "So, you're one of them?"

"Yep and I love it! This is a once in a lifetime thing and we are going to make sure that ol' Volsky never gets loose again!" Max said with a wide grin. 

"I sure hope so. The bodies are starting to stack up in the morgue and it's going to be hard explaining a bunch of vampires running around town!" Ken laughed and Max joined in. 

"Well Ken, more than half of the town consists of our people and a lot of the other ones know about us." Max replied. "So, they know there are a lot of weird things that go on in the world!" he laughed at the look on Ken's face. 

"I've been hanging out with witches for the past ten years and didn't have a clue! How funny is that?" Ken laughed and always thought he was good at seeing things, until now. 

"We're been hiding since the dark ages, so we're very good at doing it." Max said as he stood back up. "I'm going back over by Vickie and some of the other women. They're a little worried about this and since I'm the teacher, I should be with them when the fun starts!" he said and quickly left. 

"Damn, Vickie is one too! I would have never guessed it." Ken said as he looked at Rachael. 

"I know, she's clumsy little thing isn't she, but she did fool you!" Rachael smiled at Ken and things were going to be so much easier, now that Ken knew about them. 

"That she did," he smiled and looked Rachael in the eye. "When this is all over...I'm screwing you, until your nose bleeds!"

"Mmmm, is that a promise?" 

"You can bet that sweet, size ten ass on it!"

"I can't wait!" Rachael purred, leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips. 

*.

Volsky and ten of his followers walked out in the clearing and started to prepare the alter. "Make sure that everything is perfect! I only have one chance at this and it has to be correct." Volsky ordered his men and they quickly went to work. 

Rachael, Ken and the many, hidden witches looked on, waiting until Volsky was deep in Misty and his senses were dulled. "Now we wait until he starts making love with Misty and then we attack. He won't be very strong and his mind will be on her, not us!" Rachael softly whispered as her hazel eyes stayed on the evil man that killed her great, great, great, great grandfather, so long ago and she knew that the revenge was going to feel so good. 

"I saw him with her last night and he sure does get into it!" Ken whispered back as he too, watched the evil, evil man. 

"I bet he did. Volsky had to find a willing virgin and make love to her three times and on the third night, he has to love her on the spot he died or he will turn back into dust." Rachael whispered and saw Misty with about twenty-five people, walking towards Volsky.

"My sweet Misty, tonight will be the night that you give me everlasting powers!" Volsky said as he pulled Misty into his arms and he hugged her. "Nothing will stand between us as we will rule the world of humans and destroy them!"

Misty was under his spell, but she knew that she and her family were humans. "I'm a human and so is my family. I may not like them, but I don't want them to die." Misty said as tears started to roll down her cheeks. 

Volsky grabbed her and he shook Misty hard. "Do not change your mind; if you do...you will be the next to die!" he said with a fierce growl.

"You might kill me, but my family and few friends will be safe!"

His blood began to boil and Volsky was getting worried. His powers were already fading and he grew weaker with every passing hour. "Misty, I promise that your family will be spared and your friends too." Volsky said and he had to convince Misty that her family would be safe, even though, he was lying to her. 

Rachael heard him and she darted from the bushes and ran towards the young girl. "Misty, he's lying to you! He has to kill your family to ensure that you're under his complete control!" she yelled out and secretly singled her people that the time was near. 

Volsky turned and he growled at Rachael. "Witch, leave now or you will be torn into thousands of bloody pieces and fed to hounds!" he yelled to Rachael, but she just laughed at him. 

"I don't think so, Volsky. There are no 'hounds' to feed me too! This is the twenty-first century and I'm sorry to tell you, but hounds are a thing of the past." Rachael laughed louder, knowing that Volsky was getting very mad and weakening his powers more than ever. 

"Rachael, I'm scared!" Misty said as tears poured down her face.

"Hold on baby, we'll save you from the ass-hole! 

"Witch you are about to die!" Volsky yelled, lifted his hand, waved it towards Rachael, but nothing happened and he knew that his power was gone. "My people will do the job. It does not matter that my power has faded. They can very easily defeat one, lone witch!" he laughed and saw Rachael lift her arms into the air and she waved them. 

Hundreds of people came from the woods, completely encircling Volsky and his people. "Do you really think that I would come alone? Our people have been lying in wait for the last three hundred years for the day that you might escape your tomb." Rachael said as she walked closer to Misty. 

"We have multiplied our numbers many, many times, but your numbers remain the same and it seems that you are kinda outnumbered!" she smiled, clicked her fingers and every man in Rachael's group, pulled out crossbows filled with wooden arrows and all were aimed at Volsky. 

He turned to see her people walking from the shadows and then, the arrows pointed at him. "They may end my time on this earth, but will your people be quick enough to save you and this common whore, from mine!"

Misty heard him and she was pissed. "You fucker, I ain't no damn whore, I was a virgin the night you took me!" she screamed and started towards him, but Rachael held the back of Misty's long, white dress. 

Volsky just laughed. "You were nothing but a means for me to live again and when I was finished with you...you and your family would have been killed!" he laughed and his arm waved in the air. 

Volsky's men rushed Misty and Rachael; arrows flew through the air and bullets from Ken's new gun. Bodies fell to the ground and screams could be heard from every direction. The witches made an easy job of Volsky's men and the fighting was over before Ken could reload his gun. 

Volsky stood alone as Rachael walked towards him with a smile on her face. "So, what should we do with you?" she asked with a laugh and motioned for three giant sized men to join her.

"Do what you will, but I will find a way to return and this miserable town will be mine once again!" Volsky yelled as the men grabbed him and held tight. 

"Nah, we're done with your kind and you will be the last!" Rachael said as she waved her arm one last time and a large truck with big spot-lights pulled in the clearing. "The lights on the truck are just like the sun and you know what that means," she smiled at Volsky. "We get to watch your blood-sucking ass, burn up and you will be gone forever!" Rachael said as she held Misty and they walked away. 

Loud screaming filled the air and Rachael walked towards Ken. "See, if you ever need anything done...just call a woman." Rachael smiled and the three of them walked away.

Well, I hope you guys liked this. Please remember to vote!



Warm Breeze



It was a warm afternoon and the windows were open in the small one room apartment. The blinds on the sliding window to the deck we flapping playfully in the warm breeze that blew through the apartment. Alissa reclined on the couch naked, her long dark hair draped enticingly over her gorgeous dark skinned Asian body. Her breasts were large, a bit past their prime but still gorgeous to behold and her dark aureole encircled perk nipples that just begged to be sucked on.

We'd been making out for a while, enjoying each others bodies while restraining ourselves from getting into it too quickly. But eventually the clothes had come off and now it was clear we were about to start into some serious carnal pleasures. 

I knelt over her, stroking her thighs with one hand as I removed my shirt and unbuttoned my pants with the other, and then proceeded to pull out my cock, which was naturally throbbing eagerly by now. She loved to suck on my cock unlike any girl or woman I'd dated before. In fact I'd never particularly enjoyed getting a blow job from a woman until I met Alissa. So as my cock came out she rose up, pressed my hand to her wet pussy and proceeded to suck on my cock with zeal while I caressed her warm crotch in appreciation. 

Periodically she gazed up at me, my cock still in her mouth. She'd pull my hand from her pussy and either lick it or offer it, moist with her juices for me to lick. That smell and taste was irresistible, I couldn't get enough of it and eventually I pushed her back parted her thighs to return the oral favor. I loved how she tasted, her pussy was almost sweet and I would dine at her Y all day if I had a chance - there was only one thing I wanted more than it right now and that was her ass.

As I licked, sucked and feasted on her pussy, from time to time I'd come up for air to kiss, and suck on her breasts, teasing those perk nipples with my tongue, sucking on them to audible signs of appreciation. On my third trip down between her legs she let out great moans of pleasure that made my cock quiver. Her pelvis thrust her pussy onto my tongue harder and harder in time with her moans, my face being buried deeper and deeper into her pussy each time. Eventually the moaning subsided and she held still, panting quietly. 

I rose up and smiled at her as she beamed back blissfully. We cuddled and I caressed her breasts, pleased at the pleasure she'd extracted from my attentions. After about five minutes the smell of her pussy on my face and my unsatisfied cock drew me out of her arms and back to her thighs. I licked some warm gobs of juice from her labia and lapped playfully at them. 

Turning around I straddled her with my butt to her face, I got my head back down and she parted her thighs again for me. I started licking her pussy with more enthusiasm but as I did I started charting a slow course to her ass with each lick of my tongue. Eventually I was licking the bottom of her pussy and off to her taint, that oh so short prelude to her ass. 

As my tongue started to stray toward her rosebud I observed that it was clean down there - not sterile, just your average sweaty funk that you might expect on a girls ass after a day of being out and about, not to mention some hot oral sex on a warm afternoon.

I'd licked her ass before but nothing had ever come of it, perhaps because I hadn't pressed the issue, so to speak, or perhaps because it hadn't been on the cards, who knew. But today I figured I would just keep licking away and see what happened. 

Before long my tongue was almost exclusively licking her ass - probing her rosebud and circling it enticingly. She seemed to be enjoying it as far I could tell as she was clearly relaxing her sphincter for me so I could probe deeper with my tongue. From time to time I'd lick her pussy again and bury my nose into her butt and roll my head as I did so. She reached for my cock and started stroking it, and sucking on it and then as I was licking her ass again she said quietly to me, "Do you want my buttons?" 

I paused and looked back up at up her. "Your buttons?" I guess I knew what that meant - I mean it probably couldn't be anything else.

"Yes my buttons. Do you want to fill my buttons with your cock?" It was an endearing way of putting it to say the least. 

I grinned back. "Yes, very much," I said, my cock twitching in her hand. 

She smiled and said, "You'll need to stretch me out a bit first - lick your finger..."

So I turned around and knelt between her things, studying her face carefully as I licked my index finger and then reached down to her pussy, placed my thumb on her clit and started to circle her ass with my moist finger and gently began to probe at her ass.

After that it didn't take very much - just the gentlest pressure and she virtually sucked me in. Before I knew it my finger was in her ass up to the knuckle. She smiled at me, almost as if she'd just pulled off a magic trick, and as my finger enjoyed her warm ass for the first time we gazed at each other, well aware of the level of trust this moment signified, and what was inevitably about to follow... 

I stroked my finger in and out a few times and then slowly pulled it out and sucked on it. She seemed unphased, not grossed out at all. Even though she let me into explore her ass it wasn't obvious she would be happy to see me suck my finger now. Wetting it thoroughly I returned it - her ass quickly enveloped it for a second time and once again I let my thumb rub against her clit as I probed her ass. As I was enjoying the moment she said, "Now your other finger..." 

Without even pausing I moved my middle finger into position and up against her sphincter, squishing it against my index finger to slide it in.

I felt her tight ring relax slightly and I pushed against it. I knew she must be straining like she was having a bowel movement to loosen her sphincter and let me in - clearly she knew what she was up to but I don't think either of us thought the other was an anal virgin at this point. Anyway it did the trick and I now had two fingers into her ass. I looked down to enjoy the view - her sphincter was stretched out around the base of my fingers and her ass was dilated nicely as I started to thrust in an out. Inside her ass I could feel the warm and new sensations of her anal cavity. 

As I focused on her ass she reached down to her pussy and started playing with it, something I hadn't seen her do before. Normally my cock, (above average but by no means huge) was plenty enough for her. Her ass relaxed more and my fingers slid in deeper. At the depth of my probing I could feel something alien buried in the soft warm passage. It was the briefest of moments of uneasiness, mostly because I knew that she already felt it too and I was unsure what her reaction would be. I quickly wiggled my finger and eased it out of the way, wiping my fingers on a Kleenex quickly and before the moment was spoiled I had returned to my attentions of her ass and she returned to rubbing her pussy without so much of a word. 

In fact I hesitate to mention that happened at all, but sometimes even during the sexiest and tenderest of moments you get a little surprise with anal. I think it was just part of that trust we had that it was not the slightest issue to either of us. It just goes with the territory I suppose and those who are comfortable with the territory aren't going to freak out over a little bit of reality.

As I continued to probe her ass with my two fingers I bent down and licked at her pussy, she seemed to enjoy this as she played with her clit. Then I started pulling my fingers from her ass and licking at them, keeping them nice and wet and enjoying the sight, taste and smells of the moment. 

In all too short of a time she then instructed me, like a teacher almost, "Now put your cock in." 

I was somewhat of a surprise to me since while she was clearly nicely stretched out by now there was something missing. 

"But wont we need some lube?" I asked. 

"No, trust me, it'll be okay, I'm nice and wet," she reassured me.

I thought to myself that this was just not how it should be - whatever happened to "There's no such thing as too much lube!" and all that?

I asked once more and on her continued assurance I dribbled a healthy gob of saliva into my palm and basted my cock and her ass with it as liberally as I could. She lay back and tilted her hips to raise her ass as far up as she could and I leaned forward, my throbbing cock dancing as it neared her ass.

I rested its head against her sphincter and gazed into her eyes as I felt the warmth of her ass against my glans. She focused on me, smiling softly and almost instantly her sphincter dilated and I was in. There was no difficulty, no pain, just warmth and tightness. She grinned, knowing I was enjoying the bliss. I moaned with pleasure and told her how good it was. I reach down and wet my shaft with more saliva and she reached down to her pussy and started rubbing. 

"Now you can start thrusting," she hinted, giving me permission to do what I'd be dreaming of for the last half hour. 

I began very slowly but she took me in - and out - with ease. Within a few slow strokes I was able to slide all the way in, focusing on her face checking for any signs of displeasure or pain. There were none. 

With no lube but my saliva I found myself with my seven inches of cock buried to the balls in her ass. I looked down to check and watched almost with wonder as my shaft slid out and then back in. 

"Squeeze your ass on me," I told her. 

She grinned and clenched her sphincter tight around me. "You've got me now!" I joked - she giggled. Although she could do magical things with her pussy from lots of practice at Kegel exercises it was nothing like this. 

"How does it feel?" she asked. 

"Oh god, its so wonderful - so hot and tight!" I exclaimed, at a loss for words. Just how do you describe that feeling? Being in her ass was such a brand new set of feelings it was a almost overwhelming my senses. 

She held me in there feeling the throbbing of my cock. "I want you to fill me up, squirt your cum deep in my ass!" she begged. 

I laughed and said, "Yes ma'am!"

So I started thrusting in and out, faster and faster and she diddled on her clit gazing at me intently, studying my expression as I enjoyed her ass. 

I looked down and watched my cock sliding in and out - parting her labia as it filled her ass beneath, then I began pulling out all the way leaving her ass open, like a mouth gasping for air. It never looked sweeter to me and I quickly filled it again with my cock to her eager moans of pleasure. 

Normally I could make love to Alissa for a long time in the missionary position without cumming myself. But it was hardly surprising that I wasn't going to last that long tonight. With the tightness of my cock in her ass, the amazing view, the novelty of the situation and her eager moans of appreciation I was realizing I'd soon be fulfilling her wish to squirt my load in her ass. She wasn't near to orgasm unfortunately but I couldn't hold out. 

She saw the look in my eyes and the slowing of my thrusts and whispered, "Do it!" 

I was trying to avoid thrusting too hard in the heat of the moment, but as I reached my climax she pulled my ass tight into her until my balls slapped against her butt and my cock thrust deep inside of her. With a strangled yelp, grunt and then a deep satisfied moan my cock began throbbing and my cum sprayed into her several times. In the deep tightness of her ass I could feel it filling her ass and flowing up around my cock as still more squirted in.

"Oooooh wooow!" I exhaled and smiled at her, starting to come around from the moments of bliss that temporarily detached me from reality. Resting there with my cock still quivering in her ass we gazed at each other grinning, our bodies moist with sweat. 

"How do you like my buttons?" she inquired. 

"I love your buttons, thank you - that was so wonderful!" I exclaimed. 

"Did I hurt you? Was there any pain?" I asked. 

"Oh no, it was easy - I told you we wouldn't need any lube," she said, seemingly pleased. 

"Yes that was amazing, I wouldn't have believed it was possible without lube," I told her. 

"Yes you just need a lot of saliva and my ass is nice and moist," she answered. 

"Well it's definitely nice and moist now!" I joked and we both laughed because at that moment we could both feel a warm, wet trickle of my cum coming down her ass around the shaft of my cock.

I reached for a Kleenex and leaned back and somewhat reluctantly started to slide my cock out for what I knew would be the last time, at least for a while that is. She squeezed her ass tightly around my shaft and barely a drop of cum was spilled. I dabbed her ass and then licked her pussy while she laid back. 

I looked up. "Shall I lick your ass clean too?" I asked. 

"Sure, go ahead sweetie," she said completely unphased as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

So I gave her ass some nice licks of my tongue and mopped up the saliva and cum that was down there. Since there was nothing else I came up and offered her a kiss - she didn't hesitate and we kissed and snuggled for a few minutes enjoying the moment. 

Then she made a move to get up and I let her and she went over to the bathroom. 

"Come here," she said. 

She squatted over the toilet bowl with her thighs well apart so I could see. Her moist pussy was still swollen and her breasts hung beautifully with her long dark hair draped over them. She then reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart and lent back so I could now see her ass. 

She concentrated for a moment, then quietly whispered to me, "Watch!" 

Instantly a flood of cum gushed from her ass and into the toilet bowl. With a few more squeezes of her ass some more followed it and then it was over.

"Damn!" I exclaimed 

She grinned at me like she'd pulled off another magic trick, knowing that it was making me oh so horny all over again. 

"That was your luvin that filled me up, what do you think?" she asked, somewhat rhetorically.

"That was hot!" I told her. "How ever did you get so wickedly sexy?" I asked. 

She just beamed and winked back at me. With a quick wipe of her ass she stood up, glanced down at my quickly stiffening cock, then took my hand and led me out of the bathroom and off to the bedroom...



Warm Breeze - Allisa's Story



I recently found out my ex John wrote a story called "Warm Breeze" based on one of our love making sessions. When I started to read the story and recalled that day it really turned me on - it was one of those moments where I could just feel the flood coming on down there before it even wet my lips. So before I could finish reading more than a few paragraphs I went to my bedroom and got out some lube and toys because I knew I wasn't going to make it through the rest of the story without satisfying myself at the same time.

I used my favorite bunny rabbit vibrator and a large realistic looking cyberskin dildo which I lubed up and used to fill my pussy and then my ass. Of course there's nothing like the scent and feel of a real man and real cock pleasuring me, then filling me up with his cum, but it was the best I could do at the time and by the third reading of John's story I was laying back on my bed hot, sweaty and satisfied. Laying there with my ass stretched out and filled with the dildo (I like how it feels in my butt after I've cum) and pussy still throbbing from the last of several orgasms I got an idea - I decided to write my own version of the same story. It would be fun to write and perhaps give him some pleasure too. So here it is, Alissa's story:

It was a very hot summer afternoon and I was hanging out in John's small one room apartment. He didn't have air conditioning or a fan but a window and the sliding door to the deck were open for ventilation and the blinds were flapping in the warm breeze that blew through the apartment. I was reclining naked on the couch trying to stay cool and relax, being an Island girl I liked to be naked when it was comfortable and there was no one around to be offended. Of course I knew John didn't mind my nudity one bit. He'd told me that to him I was a work of art that he could gaze at intently all day and the more he saw of me the better, so I never turned down an opportunity to put on a show for him. 

The warm breeze was actually cooling me off a bit, evaporating the sweat from my naked skin. My long dark hair was partly draped over my breasts and I could see John gazing intently at me, enjoying the curves of my body and the glimpses of my sex. Occasionally he'd lean over me and kiss me on the lips, pressing his chest against my breasts which felt good. I would spread my legs and wrap them around his body holding him in the embrace. He seemed to enjoy that and pulling him against my body felt good to me too. 

Eventually I held him against me just a bit too long, well actually just long enough I suppose, and I could feel, then see his cock swelling in his shorts. After I let him go John knelt over me and started to take off his T-shirt and unbutton his shorts. John wasn't a muscle bound kind of guy, but his body was quite lean and his torso was pleasing to look at. As he unzipped his shorts and slid them down cock got caught on his underpants and then sprang back with a "thwack!" against his belly. He looked down raising his eyebrows and grinned as if to say "Goodness, where did that come from?", but he actually said nothing, he didn't need to, we both knew where that came from.

Kneeling beside me and stroking my thigh his cock was now bouncing happily with his heartbeat and twitching occasionally with bursts of pleasure. He had a large and straight cock that was uncircumcised, I loved to slide his foreskin up and down and suck on it greedily at the same time. John had said before he wasn't really into fellatio but he never turned my attentions away, and when I let him he would spurt enthusiastically into my mouth with loud groans of pleasure. 

Although it was hot and I felt lazy I leaned towards him and held his shaft, looking up at him as I did, I guided one of his hands to my pussy and proceeded to suck slowly on his cock. He knew what to do with his hand, exploring my pussy and clit expertly and occasionally cupping his fingers to his face and inhaling, then offering them to me. I would pause from my ministrations to his cock and suck my own juices from his fingers, just like I did from my own fingers when I masturbated in John's absence. We were both getting intensely aroused on the mutual pleasuring and the smell of our bodies. His fingers felt so good slipping over my silky wet lips and dancing around my clit, periodically pressing firmly against it, but I was starting to yearn for the feel of his cock sliding inside me and filling my body.

I paused from my cock-sucking and laid back again, with my legs spread. As John gazed at my body (still somewhat blissed out from my cock sucking) I let my hands wander down to my pussy and parted my labia to expose my pussy in its full pink glory. Rubbing up and down each side I could feel my juices dripping down between my legs towards my bottom so I knew for sure he could see them. We didn't need to speak - I knew he would now be dying to taste them and enjoy my sex up close and personal. I'd had boy friends that didn't seem interested in that, it was all about penetration and exploitation of my various holes, but John wasn't at all like those, he seemed to worship my pussy and would happily suck on it until I'd cum time after time. His favorite position for this was sixty-nine with me on top, I'd suck on his cock while he'd bury his nose in my pussy and lick me to seventh heaven time after time. The more I rode his face and ground my clit into it the happier he seemed - there really wasn't anything to complain about that. 

On occasion I'd wake John up by sneaking out of bed, then I'd play with myself until my pussy was moist and hot with my scent, then scoot back onto the bed with my ass towards him and wave my pussy over his nose. It was hard to pull off without waking him but when it worked it was so much fun - he would obviously start having the hottest dreams as I would see his cock get hard, his breathing get faster and his mouth would pout. I would dangle my ass closer and closer to his face so my pussy would be stretched out right over his nose and you should have seen the look of surprise, then pleasure, as he woke up. Imagine your hottest sex dream and then imagine waking only to find it was true! We'd then make love of course and I'd ask him what he was dreaming about before he woke. He'd usually say it was having sex but he never actually said it was with me - maybe it was just with whatever woman was in his dream at the time I started my tease, I could hardly blame him for that. I wonder what would happen if there were no women in his dreams at that moment? I guess I'll never find out know.

Anyway, back to my story... 

Laying there with my juices flowing down between my legs John soon got the message and proceeded to bury his face in my pussy, licking it all over to suck up my juices, and then expertly pleasuring my clit with his tongue. Round and round he'd go with the perfect rhythm, working me up to a peak of pleasure and then stopping just before I came, then moving up to kiss me and suck on my nipples while my clit rested. Eventually either by accident or design he carried on licking on my clit just long enough to send me over the edge and I came strongly and noisily, grinding my pelvis into his tongue as it danced around and around. I never felt like holding back when he was giving me oral pleasure, I knew he'd do it again as many times as I wanted and I knew he'd also do a good job of giving me pleasure while we "fucked" later. He wasn't one of the "Wham bam thank you ma'am!" kind of guys that I'd slept with on occassion, he actually cared if I had pleasure in the experience so I loved reciprocating in *any* way I could for his pleasure too.

Laying back blissed out from my orgasm John playfully caressed my breasts and kissed my neck softly. Eventually as my breathing slowed he returned to between my thighs and kissed my pussy softly too, licking up my last remaining juices for his enjoyment. Then, perhaps sensing that my body had had time to recover he turned around sixty-nine style on top of me. I spread my legs to give him better access but was feeling so relaxed that I ignored his cock which was now dangling semi-erect in front of my face - I knew that he rarely expected any reciprocal pleasure from me, if anything it was just a distraction from his pleasure of eating my pussy.

Although John initially focused on my clit he eventually settled into a rhythm of licking up and down - probing into my pussy and sucking on my labia. Although a different kind of stimulation from having my clit licked and sucked on it was still very pleasurable. As I relaxed and listened to the rat-tat-tat of the breeze on the blinds I noticed that his licking was now slowly progressing away from my pussy and towards my bottom. I think John thought he was being subtle but a girl knows her pussy from her ass just as well as a guy knows his dick from his ass. Sure once in a while a dick gets poked in the wrong place by accident but there is really no way a tongue wends its way from point P-ussy to point A-ss over several minutes by "accident". However what I think John didn't realize was that I'd known for some time that he had designs on that part of me and I had no problem at all with that idea. I'd never encouraged him in that direction as it were before - it wasn't that I wanted to stop him from enjoying my ass, as many men had before, I just figured we'd get there in our own sweet time. He was actually kind of shy and had never mentioned it directly before - so this time I just let his tongue do all the talking and would see what happened next.

As he licked towards my ass I spread my thighs wider for him, spilling one leg over the side of the couch and hiking the other up over the back. As his tongue made its first flicks across my ass I was still relaxed - I didn't have nerves about being "dirty" down there, for one thing I'm pretty meticulous about cleaning up after going to the bathroom, and for another I knew he wouldn't be doing what he was doing if it was any kind of problem. In fact I was quite enjoying his tongue lapping at my ass, tickling the crinkles of my rosebud more and more frequently. I raised my ass off the couch briefly and angled my hips to give him even better access. Without saying anything John took the hint and now started licking exclusively on my ass, probing it gently with the tip of his tongue and circling around and around. As he probed me I reached for his cock and sucked on it simultaneously, when he stopped I stopped too, and pretty soon we were playing a little game - the more he probed my ass the more I sucked on his cock. I was so totally relaxed and enjoying the fun by this time that I was able to completely relax my ass too and his tongue was easily able to push past my outer sphincter.

Eventually I decided to "pop the question" as it were. 

"John...," I asked with a pregnant pause, at which point he stopped his licking and looked back towards me between our bodies expectantly.

"Do you want my buttons?" I continued. That's what I called my ass, "buttons", my cutesy non-anatomical, non-gratuitous way of naming my butt-hole. I knew he would understand, especially since I'd asked him many a time before if he thought I had a cute "buttons". 

"Your buttons?" John replied. Yes he knew alright and that was a rhetorical question, with an unwritten "OMG hell-yes!" included in it. 

"Yes my buttons. Do you want to fill my buttons with your cock?" I asked him, ending the game with a question that was also an unequivocal invitation to do just exactly what he was dreaming off all this time.

John gave me a shy but certain response to the affirmative while keeping his enthusiasm somewhat restrained. He was so cute, we'd been together several months now and it was as if I'd just laid a golden egg for him. I wasn't sure if he knew what else to do next but I certainly did, partly through some painful trial and error, and the occasional hook up with a guy who knew how to treat a girl's ass properly. 

"Lick your finger well and use that first, go easy sweetie," I said.

So he turned around to face me and obediently licked his index finger getting it good and sloppy wet, and then proceeded to rub my clit with this thumb and gently probed my ass with his finger just as he had done with his tongue. As he started to push against the entrance to my ass I could feel it was well lubricated with spit and his finger nails were nice and smooth so I just bore down like I was taking a nice poop and just like that his finger slid into my ass. I smiled at John and he paused with his probing which was good because I wanted to get nice and relaxed again. Then after a suitable pause John started to slide his finger in and out a bit, and just at the right time he pulled his finger out, slowly, and licked it for more lubrication. Maybe he thought I would be grossed out by him licking his finger but I was just happy that he was comfortable doing that and that he was aware of the need for more saliva. That made me more at ease and having got this far I knew we would be able to have some intense, pain free fun and that he was going to have the time of his life filling my ass with his cum and that made me quite turned on again. 

"Why don't you use two fingers?" I suggested helpfully after a minute or so of single finger probing. Not that I was in a hurry or anything, I just knew that a single finger didn't even approach the size of a cock, especially his, and that I could already easily accommodate one so it was time to set the next "stretch goal" so to speak. 

Without removing his index finger I watched him bend down and moisten his middle finger and slide it up against the other one. I bore down slightly again for another imaginary bowel movement and his second finger slipped into me, rubbing against my sphincter a little but without any pain. 

After a brief pause we could both feel my sphincter relax further and he added some more saliva to his fingers and my ass. As his fingers begin to probe gently in and out I reached my hand down towards my pussy. Although I normally didn't masturbate around John unless he asked me too I figured he wouldn't mind now. Normally during anal I might grab a dildo and fill my pussy with that (or on the rare occasion it was available, another cock, but that had only been a couple of times so far in my life) but rubbing my clit was the next best thing right now. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy John's fingering of my ass, it was just that pleasuring myself gave me even more pleasure and helped me relax even more. 

Pretty soon his two fingers were sliding in and out an inch or so and he was licking his fingers and periodically licking my ass too. Between that and my own clit-rubbing and pussy probing I think we were both having a fine old time and I could see his cock twitching enthusiastically and dribbling a bit with pre-cum, mmm, I was really starting to get turned on seeing it oozing out. Then just at the height of it I felt his fingers "discover" something in my ass and stop. "Damn it," I thought to myself. I hoped he wouldn't freak out, it didn't seem like he would after all his enthusiastic ass and finger licking but you just never can tell when the ass is involved. It's like some guys will munch on your pussy all day but totally freak out at the slightest sight of blood, or expect you to suck on his cock and swallow his cum but gross out if they even get a hint of their own cum on your lips. Oh well.

Fortunately he almost instantaneously reached for a Kleenex that was on the coffee table and slid whatever it was (okay, not hard to guess) out of my ass and into the Kleenex and wiped his fingers clean. Then he moistened his fingers again and got back to it before I'd even really finished my "Damn it" train of thought. So with that "issue" quickly over I got back to my clit rubbing and he joined me at the Y with his tongue where he alternately licked at my labia and moistened his fingers which by now were burying themselves up to their length in my ass. 

I find I can really quite enjoy the feeling of as man's cock in my ass as it rubs me internally, but the feeling of something going in where stuff usually comes out often leads to the instinctive feeling that something is going wrong with the body regardless of whether it actually is pleasurable or not. But by now after a couple of dozen or more anal experiences I was able to easily ignore those feelings. Indeed having something slide out of my ass and leave it empty could often as not feel wrong to me now. So since I was now nice and stretched out and relaxed, and the pathway was pretty much clear I told John just what I wanted.

"Now give me your cock baby." I instructed.

He looked pleased but also faintly puzzled.

"What without any lube?" he asked.

Trust me there was a time when I wouldn't let a finger or a cock anywhere near my ass without lube, and there are still times like that, but today wasn't one of them. Between his saliva and the relaxed state of my ass and the steady drip of my juices it was actually getting pretty sloppy down there. Plus I knew John wasn't going to go gonzo on my ass without warning like some guys had done in the past (and truth be told there are times when I quite enjoyed that too, but only because we'd virtually pumped me full with lube first till I was squirting it out like a garden hose).

"It'll be okay," I assured him, "so long as you keep your cock nice and wet".

"Really?" he asked again.

"Yes, just take it easy to start with okay," I reassured him and winked indicating that something less than "easy" would be okay later on.

And at that I rubbed some of my own juices down to my ass and rubbed them around, John seemed to really enjoy watching that. Then I put my finger to my mouth and sucked on it and his eyes just about popped out of his head. In fact it was a wonder he didn't blow his load all over me right then - it wouldn't have been so bad if he had but it would have cut our fun short for a little bit. Then I rubbed some more pussy juices on my ass and held out my finger for him and he sucked on it himself that time. It was a very erotic moment, like we were now both irrevocably joined by my ass, pussy and our mouths. Then I put my hands under my ass and raised it up, spreading my ass cheeks as wide as I could for him and he leaned over me, his cock quivering in one hand, his other holding one ass cheek too. 

"Wet it baby," I reminded him.

He dribbled a nice gob of saliva into his hand as he held it under his cock and then slathered the end. Then he repeated that, pausing to get a nice load of saliva again, and moistened the rest of his shaft.

Then I felt the warm softness of the tip of his cock brush up against my ass, so much nicer than a finger tip - hotter and softer by far. We weren't using a condom since we'd both had clean blood tests and I was on the pill so I was glad he didn't feel the need to whip one out just to go up my buttons. After all this closeness it would have almost felt rude, like putting on a glove to shake an old friend's hand. In fact the feeling that we were imminently going to begin this ultimate act of closeness between our bodies, funk-spunk-and-all, made me feel quite overcome and anxious to have him inside me, trapped, together, throbbing, pulsing, thrusting, and hopefully squirting too. Yes now I really wanted to feel his cock in me and have him to fill up my ass with his cum.

At that moment I pushed my ass up against his cock, past the softness of the tip until I felt the full stiffness of his erection, and smiling at John I bore down again and just like that it was in past my outer sphincter. He was pushing forward slightly at the time so before we knew it he was sliding into me further and past my inner sphincter. Not exactly a plop but it definitely sucked home into me by an inch or so. I saw him staring down at his cock in my ass and I knew he was enjoying the view. For a short time we did nothing, just enjoying the moment, then I grinned at him and let him know it was okay to thrust a bit. He remembered my earlier instructions and added more saliva to his cock and with a few gentle in an out motions we soon managed to slide his entire cock into my ass until his balls were literally up against me. 




Warm Breeze - Allisa's Story



John looked kind of surprised that this was possible but was clearly experiencing some exquisite pleasure.

"Squeeze my cock with your ass," he asked quietly, almost as if to say "Pinch me, I'm dreaming!"

So I did and felt my sphincter go tight around the base of his cock like a cock ring. I could feel his cock throb in response deep inside my ass. Then I clenched and wiggled my ass around, causing his cock to stir inside me and rub my pussy from outside, yet from my inside. It was a strange but good feeling and it was nice to be taking it easy and feel these things slowly for once, like savoring your food or a fine wine instead of shoveling it down in haste.

"I have you, you're mine!" I said sexily as if I was some bondage mistress that had discovered a new but pleasurable device for restraint of my subservient slave.

"How does it feel?" I asked John.

"It's wonderful - so hot and tight!" John exclaimed, clearly very happy.

"Now I want you to fill me up with your cock. Give it to me!" I begged him, knowing he would have no problem doing that, but just saying it was making me horny.

"Yes ma'am" he willing responded and at that he slid out his cock, clearly enjoying the view of my ass expelling its entire length, then re-wet it and slid it back in again. We had no lubrication problem now, it slid in easily and as I mentioned earlier I was now at the point where being filled by his cock was feeling to my body like the natural state. John started thrusting in and out slowly, sometimes an inch or so each way, and then other times with the entire length. As he did this I reached down again and played with myself. When I slipped my fingers in my pussy I could feel his cock sliding in an out below. Indeed I could just watch my lips being spread apart as his throbbing cock alternately filled me up and left me empty over and over. 

Sometimes he would let his cock pull out completely, catching my eye while I diddled my clit, eyes half closed and dreamy, breasts heaving, nipples erect with pleasure. Then he'd slide his cock back into me without the slightest of effort. Occasionally in the throes of my increasing pleasure I would grasp at his cock with my ass, tugging on it as it piled in and out, but I couldn't stop his thrusting only slow it slightly. Eventually he was thrusting quite hard and quickly, I could feel his balls slap up against me and the continuous rub of his cock through my buttons and in my ass, smooth, hard and hot, filled with cum, ready for me.

I wasn't close to cumming yet but I actually wanted to be fully "conscious" as it were the first time he came inside my ass. I wanted to observe his every facial expression, hear his grunts and groans, feel his hot cum squirting and filling me. So I started to groan and show my pleasure and whisper dirty encouragements.

"Yes baby, oh yes," I said.

"I love the feeling of your cock inside me.... filling my ass... give it to me..." I continued.

I knew he didn't need this dirty talk to cum but I knew he would enjoy it as part of what it was, a shared fantasy for our mutual pleasure.

Eventually I could see signs that he was close to the edge. Actually I was surprised he'd lasted so long with such an experience. Not to toot my own horn but I do have a sexy buttons and seeing it filled with his cock must have been a huge turn on for him. Of course I was also pleased - if nothing else it meant that next time we'd get even more pleasure time, I might even get to cum before him with him in my ass. Mmmmm, now that's what I really wanted.

In the mean time I told John what would put him over the edge in an instant.

"Fill my ass," I whispered, "give me your cum, I want to feel you squirt inside me now - do it!"

And he did - thrusting into me up to the balls and letting out a hearty moan. I squeezed my ass tight around him so his cock throbbed so hard I swear I could feel the pulse of his orgasm travel down his shaft before the cum squirted out of it and deep into my ass. I could feel the wetness of his cum splashing against the walls of my ass combined with the mighty throbs of his cock as he squirted into me several more times, pulling and thrusting into me as he did. The view of the concentration and pleasure on his face was exquisite, I wished I had a camera to capture the moment - I'm sure we would have had a good laugh at it later but at the time I just wanted him to get every ounce of pleasure from his moment, and then share the afterglow with him. 

I grabbed his ass and pulled him tight into me and he came around from the moment, eyes open, face flushed.

"Wow!" he exclaimed.

He paused to take in the moment, like it was only now fully reaching the rest of his body. I was sure now he could feel his cum oozing around in my ass, draining down around his cock, and the tight clenching of my buttons around his shaft. 

"So how do you like my buttons?" I asked him, somewhat rhetorically, as we both paused to get our breaths.

"I love it, thank you sweetie, that was so wonderful!" he gushed rather politely, clearly still catching up with his feelings and emotions. I felt happy to have shared that experience with him. I didn't know if I was first anal experience at this point (and never did till just recently) but it certainly felt like it.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked me, almost apologetically. So sweet.

"No, not at all," I reassured him, "I told you we wouldn't need extra lube," I reminded him.

He told me he found it hard to believe but trusted me.

"Yes you just need a lot of saliva, my ass is nice and moist," I reassured him.

"Well it is very moist now!" he joked and I knew at that point we were both feeling his cum trickling down inside my ass. 

He reached for another Kleenex, leaned back and slowly slid his cock out of me. I was a little reluctant to feel it leave me so soon, I would happily have laid there until he went soft and his cock and cum slid out of me on their own accord. But it gave me an idea and as he pulled out I clenched hard around his cock so that barely a drop of his cum made it out. He didn't seem surprised, but instead patted his cock clean with the Kleenex. 

As I lay back he began to lick at my pussy and then asked, almost guiltily if he could lick my ass clean. I told him to go right ahead although I was a little worried I might let my load of cum loose at any moment. He licked at my ass clearly enjoying the chore. When he came up for air I pulled him toward me and we kissed, once again united by this most intimate exchange of fluids, funk and pleasure.

I heaved a pleasurable sigh and then rolled carefully off the couch towards the bathroom. I beckoned for John to follow me and he did not knowing what was up. Then I squatted over the toilet bowel and spread my thighs as far apart as I could. I sat back and tilted my hips so he could see as much of my ass as was possible from such a front view. As I did I could feel his cum sliding wetly towards my sphincter but my tight grasp kept it sealed inside. I guess he might have thought I was going to pee, he liked watching me pee but I had a better idea.

"Watch!" I ordered and as his eyes focused on my nether region I released my sphincter and pushed. His cum gushed from my ass and into the toilet bowl with a "Sploosh!" He'd done pretty well and I managed to squeeze out a few more squirts before I was done.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, and I could tell he was both somewhat shocked and turned on by my anal-cum-squirting depravity. But hey if you squirt cum up my buttons then I'm gonna feel free to squirt it right back out again when I feel like it. 

I smiled at John, "That was your luvin that filled me up just like I asked for, what do you think?" I asked him.

"That was so hot Alissa, how ever did you get so naughty and depraved?" he asked me. 

Well that was my secret, but he gets to enjoy all the fruits of my naughty and depraved experiences, and already I was thinking to myself that maybe next time I'd surprise him when he went to clean me up, that was probably what he was hoping for all along.

Looking at John standing over me, almost giddy with pleasure I saw a man that was so sweet, sexy, gentle, and yet he turned out to be every bit as naughty and depraved as me. Somehow I knew this was going to be the beginning of lots more naughty, dirty and oh so enjoyable fun. 

Looking at me sitting on the toilet legs wide apart, pussy swollen with pleasure and ass wet with his cum was already making John's cock grow stiff again. I wasn't going to complain and I recalled it was my turn for a second cumming as it were. 

"This sexy Island cow-girl needs a nice hard cock to ride on," I thought to myself, "and I'm going to enjoy grinding out another orgasm from his cock while he grins with giddy pleasure at my pussy riding up and down it, my breasts swaying to our movements and my long dark hair brushing his face..."

And at that I beamed a smile at him and winked. I wiped my ass quickly and glancing at his cock once more his eyes followed mine down to his now stiff member and he grinned slyly. I took his hand and lead him off to the bedroom...



Warm Breezes



Stepping out from the shower you wrap a towel around your body and head out to the pool. Along the way you grab your magic wand from the bedside drawer. You've been planning this afternoon for a while now. Every time you've thought of masturbating this past week you've held off. You've wanted to try your new wand, but you've wanted to build the tension inside. Your orgasms are going to be big, and you're making every preparation to make it perfect. You used a new razor to shave between your legs and your skin there is particularly sensitive. The phone is off the hook, and you're all alone. 

The weather is unseasonably perfect – 84 with a light breeze. It feels even warmer on the patio as the sun bakes the tile by the pool. You lay the soft towel down and prop the back of the lounge up a little. You're going to want to give yourself an angle to insert that beautiful glass between your legs. Lying in the sun, you take a sip of the wine you brought from the bar. Your closed eyes absorb the warmth. Immediately, a little sweat begins to wet your skin. Yes, this will be just perfect.

With your eyes closed, you take some of the sweat from your belly and wet your fingers. Then, you rub tight circles on your breasts – just the nipples at first. It's been a while since you've laid out completely naked, and the feeling of the breeze between your legs excites you. You spread your legs to put one foot on the warm tile with one leg still on the lounge. 

Your nipples are hard now. You know you're starting to get wet, but you can't just tell how much. You start to caress your breasts more, and the sweat on your body provides a natural slipperiness. You take another sip of wine.

Your leg swings back and forth partly out of nervous anticipation and partly from sexual excitement. Your breasts swell from your caresses, and continue to glide over your body. You alternate between left and right hand, keeping one on your chest, and gliding another over your stomach and hips. Your toned body is responsive to the touch. Your right hand glides over your hip and it tickles. 

You outline the point of your hip with your fingers and the tickle shoots through the inside of your thigh. The images in your mind float to times rolling on your shag rug by the mirror. You wish it were a lover's fingers over your body now, and in your mind you replace your hands for his. The sensations between your legs intensify as your fingers glide around the sensitive points on your hip. Your fingers dip in between your legs, just along the inside of your groin, and you take another sip of wine.

Your skin is slick from the sweat and you lick your fingers to taste the salt. Your fingers trace the outline of your pubis that you've shaved so nicely. And you move to the area just on the outside of your labia. Brushing up and down on each side of your inner thigh, you curl your finger to brush it across your pussy. You want to see just how wet you are.

The touch makes you shake, and you instinctively push your hips up to your hand . . . but you're patient. Yes you're very wet, but you want this to last. Lightly, your fingers move up and down over your shaved pussy. The smooth skin of your labia makes your body quiver. The hand still massaging your chest moves more strongly, and you move it down between your legs as well...

With both of your hands you glide your fingers up and down the inside of your thighs. A moan wells up in your throat. You spread your legs a little more so your fingers can feather along your sensitive skin. You're gently brushing at your pussy, reaching down to spread the lips at the opening of your vagina. You feel the wetness between your legs and you want to spread it all over your sex.

Your pussy is getting hot. You could start to finger yourself, but you reach for the wand instead. This begins the journey that will bring tingling release. The wand is nice and warm from the sun, and the hard smoothness reminds you of my cock. The fingers from your left hand gently circle your clit and the excitement is pounding in your heart. You take the wand and suck on it as if it were a cock. The hot glass is going to feel perfect when it glides into your soaked pussy.

Now you move the wand between your legs slipping it up and down your crack. It's very slippery down there and you work to control the motion. Unlike your other wand, this one has bumps, and you turn the dildo so the curve of the wand traces the curve of your crotch. The tip of the wand is facing down to the opening of your vagina, and you start to move it up and down so the glass bumps rub over your sensitive clit. It feels better than you thought it would. 

You spread you legs so that both of your feet are on the ground now and you thrust your hips to meet the hard glass. The ribs on the glass send surges of pleasure through your body. It's almost too much. You can't stop moaning to the slow and steady movement of the dong. With one hand you pull the skin away from your hard clit, and with the other you send the wand up and down and back again. You hand can feel your love juices flowing all over your pussy and inner thigh. You want to insert the glass into your tunnel, but the pleasure on your clit in driving you mad. You hadn't planned to cum like this, but it feels so good now you know you will. 

The first orgasm is building inside of you and your head is moving back and forth seeking a kiss that's not there. You imagine it's a hard cock rubbing up against your clit and you're moaning loudly. Your hand presses firmly on the glass and quickens its pace. Your swollen sensitive lips surround the glass as it continues to move up and down faster under your active hands. 

You take both of your hands now and move the dong rapidly over your dripping love flower. Your hips are bucking to meet the pressure against your clit and you feel the orgasm building between your legs and deep inside your pussy. You're visions are of lovers hovering over you pumping a cock against your willing slit. You want to plunge the cock inside, but you don't need that yet. The wand feels unbelievable and the ribs on the glass are sending surges through you that you've never felt. The tingling in your heart tells you it's starting now, and there's no holding back. You've waited this long to build up this big orgasm. The numbing of the body, the tingling of the fingers - it's starting now. 

It's in your belly and moving through your thighs into your sopping pussy. You're bucking against the glass, and your hands are moving fast up and down and up and down. No stopping now it's filling your body and it's all coming from your clit and it feels amazing. You're thrusting your hips as if someone is above you and you feel it overwhelm you - you're going to cum. You're screaming with the sensations jumping inside you, and you spread your legs as wide as the can go. And that's it. The electricity fills you and you're cumming and it's surging through you. Quaking over your clit and down your legs and you're still rubbing the dong up and down and the wetness is flowing from your slit to keep up with the frenzied pace of the cock on your pussy. You're body convulses from the tingling all over you, and you're still rubbing as waves of numbness cover your sweating body. 

You need the cock inside you now, but first you pull the dong away to touch your clit gently. It's very sensitive and you rub it lightly in circles with your fingers. The wetness between your legs is wonderful and you slide two fingers in your crack to get them covered in juice. You take a taste of your sweet sex from your fingers and return them to your clit. Your pussy tastes like sex, and it reminds you of sucking a cock after you fuck... 

You're so turned on and so wet that you force yourself to recover quickly. You stick the dong up your pussy with a steady hand curling the glass so it presses your g-spot on the way in. It's way up inside you, and it feels amazing – thick and hard – filling you. The walls of your pussy are swollen and slick from cumming. You start to move the cock in and out of you with quick motions, but you pause once the dong goes all the way in or all the way out. The quick motion and the ridges send jolts of pleasure through your groin and into your hips. You imagine lovers bumping on top of you with long cocks filling you and pushing up against your cervix . . . so deep inside. Moving the cock in and out of your wet pussy and you push you hips up. You keep doing this even though your hand is shaking from the sensation. With one hand on your clit and one hand pushing the cock you feel a second orgasm building up. A big full body orgasm that starts deep in your pussy – different and more overwhelming than the last one.

Jamming the thick dong deep up your pussy, you keep thrusting your hips pressing harder - banging against the slippery stick and keeping it deep. Your left hand on your clit presses and rubs and slides faster. The wetness of your pussy is all over your hands and the walls of your vagina are thick from the cock moving back and forth inside you. You grab at the cock with your pussy muscles as if you were trying to suck white salty cum out of it. The ridges of the glass continue the bumping that rushes sensations through your body. You get the cock up inside and move it in circles trying to press all over the walls of your love tunnel. The feelings of ecstasy rush through you. You bounce your hips up shaking them every way they can move, and your fingers furiously rub your clit. Your pussy washes in slick juice and you feel a burn of hotness between your legs. You're cumming again, and you jerk the big glass dong in and out of your pussy as the waves of numbness fill your body. Your moaning is more of a gasp for air and you can barely muster the strength to push the cock inside. Your legs are quivering and your hands are shaking from the overwhelming sensations...

Grimacing from the painful pleasure, you do everything you can to keep moving but the sensations overwhelm you. Slowly, you pull the cock out and replace it gently with your fingers. You need a short break from the big cock, but you need something inside you as well. You take another sip of wine to help calm down and you wipe the dripping sweat from your brow.



Warm Cabin



Dinner is on the fire. A roast with all the trimmings cooked old fashion style, in a Dutch oven over the coals. Evening will be falling soon and it will be time to settle in. I never realized just how relaxing it could be to spend a weekend alone at the cabin. The rain that has dominated the afternoon has finally broken for the day leaving the forest glistening with droplets. It is cold enough that by morning, that rain would have been be snow. While dinner cooks there is just enough time to take the horse and view the changing Aspen. It's now or never as the morning will be filed with chores and the trip back to town. 

The ride is everything it promised to be. Wildlife is everywhere putting the final touches on winter stores. The Aspen are gorgeous. And the forest smells fresh and clean from the rain. The sounds of birds and squirrels are everywhere. The temperature is quickly falling. It's going to be a cold one tonight. I put on my heavy jacket and turn my horse back towards the cabin. As I turn the sound of an animal I don't recognize catches my ear. I look around to get a glimpse of the creature. To my surprise it is not an animal at all, but a woman huddled against a tree. She is cold and soaking wet.

I ride up and ask if she needs some help. She looks up. "Thank god I am saved."

"Can you help me find my car?" I'm not aware of many places to park a car near this place but I know she will not last the night out in the forest. She gets up and I help her up onto the horse and sit her in front of me. I put my jacket around her and I ask her if she has an idea which direction her car might be in. She is unsure, so I head out in the most likely direction, looking for evidence of her steps along the way. As we ride she tells me the tale of how she came to be lost and alone in the forest. She is practicing to become a photographer and had driven up in the dark so that she could take pictures of the morning sun peeking through the changing aspen. She became lost in the dark soon after her lantern ran out of battery, then got caught in the rain trying to find her way back.

We have maybe fifteen minutes of daylight left and there is no sight of her car, a road, or her photography equipment. I tell her we have no choice but to head back to the cabin and turn I the horse around. At that point she stops looking for familiar land marks and snuggles in close for the ride back. The trip back is silent except for the sound of the horse's hooves on the trail. The whole way I am wondering how nice life could be, married a sweet woman like this. It is good that both the horse and I know this trail as we make the last mile of the journey, because darkness has now fallen.

By the time we get back to the cabin her lips are blue and she is shivering. My jacket does little good for someone as wet as she is. I tie the horse and we go inside. The fire has made the cabin warm and cozy. The smell of cooking roast, onions and vegetables fills the air. She smiles through her blue lips as she looks around. Walking about the cabin I gather the things that she is going to need to get dry. As I gather I tell her the obvious, "You are going to have to get out of those wet clothes or you'll never get warm."

"Here is a blanket, a towel and one of my shirts."

"Rule is, if it's wet, take it off."

"You can use the bathroom as a dressing room."

"When you're done, come and sit by the fire."

"My guess is you haven't eaten today either, so I'll get some dinner ready while you dry."

She heads off the bathroom and I start working on the rest of dinner. The extra time looking for the car has taken its toll on diner and it looks like this roast is destined to become stew. I'm just finishing getting dinner ready when she emerges completely wrapped in the blanket. She sits on the couch in front of the fire and I bring her a bowl of the stew. I get one for myself and join her sitting at the other end of the couch. Despite the over cooking, the stew is good and we both have a second bowl. As I take her empty dish I notice that she is finally warming up. At least her lips are no longer blue. I also notice that she is very pretty. She sits and watches the coals in the fire as I clean up the few dishes from dinner. 

When I return I stoke the fire, put on a couple more logs, and take my seat on the end of the couch. We continue to just sit and stare at the fire and she finally breaks the silence. "You probably think I'm a real dope getting lost in the woods like that don't you?"

"No it happens," I reply. "I'm just glad I was out there to find you."

"You could have been in pretty big trouble having to spend a cold night out there as wet as you were." She takes a protective pose by drawing her knees to he chest. "I guess I'm pretty lucky."

"You are like my guardian angel today." She pauses with a coy little smile then continues. "And I don't think I could have gotten a better angel if I had gone and picked one out myself."

"Someone was really looking out for me this time." She finally looks up from the fire and smiles directly at me. I thank her for her kind comments but insist that I am not an angel.

She goes on, "You know I probably deserved to get lost like that today."

"I know that you're not supposed to go out in the woods alone."

"That's just asking for trouble."

"But my husband doesn't really like the idea of me becoming a photographer so I usually work alone."

"My God, this weekend he was being such an ass."

"I didn't even tell him where I was going." She sees me raise my eyebrows and she responds. "I know, I know, mistake number two, always tell someone where you're going." I can only smile. "Are you sure you aren't an angel," She asks?

At this point she looks directly into my eyes for the first time. Her eyes are bright and beautiful. She looks at me with the most serious look and says, "I hope I don't sound ungrateful."

"I really want to than you for saving me."

"I really do realize the trouble I was in out there."

"Even if you aren't my guardian angel, you still seem like an angel to me." We both go back to looking into the fire. 

The Blanket that until now tightly clung to her shoulders is loosening a bit as the fire warms the little cabin. She relaxes her protective pose and a surprisingly smooth pair of tan legs emerges from under the blanket. The heat from the fire and the relaxing atmosphere eventually cause her too completely remove the blanket. My shirt is loose on her and fits her like a dress. She sees me looking and comments. "This shirt is actually very comfortable." I respond. "It is my favorite flannel, but it looks a lot better on you that it does me." She blushes a bit. "I'll bet it's your favorite because it's soft." I have to agree it is a very soft and well worn shirt. 

Thinking of my guest I offer her some wine. She accepts and I start to get up. She quickly jumps to her feet and offers to get the wine. "It's in the...," I start to tell her, but she cuts in. "I'll find it." This cabin isn't that big. She clunks around for a bit and soon returns with a bottle and two real wine glasses that I didn't even know I had at the cabin. She stops in front of me and pours our glasses setting them on the end table. "Once again, I want to thank you for being my angel today." She bends down and kisses me. I kiss her back.

Finished with her thank you, she starts to move away. I stop her, kissing her again. She softly melts into my lap placing her knees on either side of me, resting her arms on my shoulders. Softly, we nibble each other's lips. She moans and pulls up for a moment looking into my eyes, "Mmmm, kissed by an angel." We continue to kiss and I run my hands up her thighs and under the shirt. Holding onto her back, I draw her in and the kisses become more passionate. As we kiss she starts rocking in my lap, almost grinding. This is completely involuntary, as she is totally engrossed in our kissing. Desire is running wild in both of us as is evidenced by our breathing. I want her so badly I lose all inhibitions. 

I pull my hands from under the shirt, stroke the side of her face, and then quietly move to unbutton her top button. She leans back giving me access to all of the buttons. As I move down the shirt she rises up to her knees so that I can get the last button. I push the shirt from her shoulders and it slides back off her arms. She is completely naked, hovering over my lap. She smiles at me with a what-do-you-think kind of smile, holding her arms slightly behind her letting me take in all of her beauty. As my gaze moves down her body her eyes follow mine. My view falls to her loins. Her crotch is covered with a thick carpet of soft dark pubic hair. I reach in to run my thumbs through the soft hair. She accommodates me by thrusting slightly forward.

She settles back down and starts to unbutton my shirt. We continue to kiss as she works her way down. Completely unbuttoned, she slides down my body kissing my now bare chest. Continuing to slide she is kneels between my legs and has no trouble unfastening my belt and pants. When she grabs the waistband I take it as my cue to raise my hips. She has no more trouble removing my pants than she did unbuttoning them. Her touch is sensuous as she runs her hands up my legs grabbing hold of the waist of my underwear. She stares intently at my crotch as she slowly pulls down on my shorts. She enjoys watching my half-hard penis spring from underneath. My shorts hit the floor even more easily than my pants and once again her sensuous touch was making its way up my legs.

Her soft gentle hands reach my cock and are immediately followed by her mouth. I can feel myself growing hard against her warm wet tongue. I watch as my cock slowly moves in and out of her mouth. This view is driving me wild. Occasionally she looks up to see if I am enjoying her work. She wraps her hand around my shaft and follows her mouth, playing with me on every stroke. Her other hand is lightly caressing my balls. She is in no hurry, slowly bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. This is incredible. I've never felt any pleasure this intense before. I feel as if I am floating. I am getting close to orgasm and she is in full control. 

As if by them selves, my hips start gently rocking and thrusting toward her. She holds her head still and continues sucking letting me slip in and out of mouth and through her hand. She intently watches my movements as I rock, and sight of my thrusting is turning her on. Making her want me inside her. I am about to cum when she pulls me from her mouth. Still holding me she looks up. She seems to be waiting for me to tell her not to stop. I was so close and it felt so good. I disparately wanted her to continue. I want her to finish me off right there. She reads my desires from my face. She whispers "thank you for saving my life today," and slips me back into her mouth. I am instantly ready again and cannot take another stoke, but I know that this encounter can't be that one sided. I take her by the head and stop her just in time. 

I stand her up and passionately kissed her. Her entire mouth tastes of my sex and I know that I could not have stopped her any later. After our kiss she pulls back and beams. "See, you really are an angel." My hunch was right. She really did prefer not to finish a man in her mouth. I am over taken by a rush of desire knowing she would have done it anyway, just for me. We kiss again as we turn around and I gently sit her at the edge of the couch. Dropping to my knees her legs gently part as my hands run slowly up her thighs. I now have a full view of her pussy. I slide my hand up and comb my fingers through her thick bush as my thumb glides through her wet slit. Her swollen lips burst from beneath the hair and her scent fills the air. 

She watches intently as I lower my head and press my tongue into her wet pussy. She takes in a deep breath and lets out a long slow "ah" of relief as I start to circle my tongue in the opening. She rests her legs on my back and she settles in. As I lick, her wonderful scent gets stronger and stronger. I reach around her legs and hold her lips open. Her clit is hard and fully uncovered. I gently suck it, and she pulls back in ecstasy. I then move on to suck her entire pussy. Her breathing is labored and every move I make evokes a soft moan. Soon her soft moans give way to louder more persistent sounds. It is her turn to have hips that move on their own as her pussy circles my face. I can hear her building up for an orgasm. I look up and she is biting her lip. I am sure she is going to cum. Just then she pushes my head away. She sits forward, takes my hands and helps me to my feet. She stands as well. We kiss.

She turns me around and pushes me onto the couch. I am still rock hard from both her sucking and her scent. She once again straddles my lap and we tenderly kiss with passion. Her involuntary grinding starts once again. This time her pussy finds my cock and I easily slip into her wetness. As I sink deep inside her she gasps for air. Her breathing returns with a new rhythm that matches her now gentle rocking. I can't believe how ready I still am, or how good the soft warm love from this woman feels. My hands find her hips and I set a nice slow sensual pace. 

We continue our passionate kissing as long as we can. In moments we are both too much in rapture to do anything but rock and look deeply into each other's eyes. I am once again floating. A surge of pleasure races through my body and I cum. My cum thrusts drive hard against her clit and she cums as well. The waves of orgasm are intense and last longer than either of us could ever have imagined. We both become completely spent and she melts into my arms. I pull the blanket over our naked bodies for warmth as we wait in ecstasy for that inevitable time when the swelling of our organs subsides and we slip apart.



Warm Days



You probably wouldn't see me till you had entered your room and set down your beach bag - but when you do, you turn around, giving me a sly little smile.

Hmm, your body looks warm and deeply tanned from lying out in the sun. Your bikini straps are thin, exposing some of your light tan lines. My gaze travels down your body from head to toe – your soft brown hair is tied in a little bun, exposing the soft brown nape of your neck. Your breasts look firm and perfectly shaped against your bikini top, I can even slightly make out where your nipples press up against the thin material. Your back is so gorgeous and slender, tapering down to your pert, rounded behind where your bikini bottom fits you like second skin.

I grin to myself, seeing how closely the little piece of fabric is pressed between your legs – I bet she's shaved smooth as usual. I love how your legs look so firm and long

I then have a sudden flashback of running my hands along the soft back of your thighs while looking down between us. I walk up to you slowly and put my arm around your waist as I draw you to me, kissing you softly. God you look so delectable...

"I just want to ravish you right now", that's what is going through my mind. My soft kiss slowly becomes more demanding, our tongues probing wildly. You arch your back to me as I pull you tighter, pressing you against my hard body. I hear a little gasp escape your lips as I reach behind, slip a hand into your bikini bottom, roughly caressing your smooth ass cheeks. You feel so soft to touch, I can still feel the heat from the sun on the small of your back. My hand slips lower again, between your firm ass cheeks and you feel my fingers run between them as I kiss and nibble you on the nape of your neck, biting gently at first before kissing you more urgently.

Hmm she's getting me so horny with her little moans...I can feel your nipples hard against my chest, your breasts heaving against me with every breath. I yank your top roughly to let one full breast slip out, the nipple taut and hard - in a few seconds I'm biting them, sucking them hard as you push against me. God you look so sexy, your rosy nipple jutting out hard like a little cherry as I hungrily suckle on it. You slip a hand down between us trying to feel the length of my cock as it presses up against my shorts. I grab your hand and twist it behind you...god I want to be in you right now and fuck you hard and fast. I rub my hands between your legs - your bikini is soaking wet as I press inward right where I can feel your wet slit. I want you to taste yourself...

I turn you around and push you against your chair Hard anf you flop over gasping. Your browned ass cheeks peeking out from the side of your small bikini bottoms. I pull them to the side, revealing your wet, juicy cunt - the lips pink, swollen and shiny from the wetness. You hear my zipper and start moaning, anticipating what's coming and then feel the thickness of me slide into you slowly....filling you up.

Oh god that feels so good, your soft flesh taking all of my hardness in. You feel my balls press against you as I continue to push in, moving my hips as you feel me inside you. I draw out slowly and slam in and out fast causing you to gasp out, hearing me moaning at the same time. I look down to see my brown cock against your pinkness, the lips wet and tight around my shaft. With each stroke, your pussy lips cover me with sticky cum, the wet sound of us filling the room.

My hands massage your cheeks as I spread them, mesmerized by your gorgeous ass. I pull out, and push you down to your knees...holding you by your hair.

"Finger yourself and cum for me....". With my wet cock jutting out in front of your face, you start playing with yourself, almost at the edge when you gag, my cock sliding into your mouth without warning. My hips are moving and you steady yourself with one hand as I pump my cock, which is covered in your cunt juice, in and out of your mouth.

You hear me moaning and see my eyes staring down at yours while I pump harder, till my groans get loud and you feel your climax overwhelming you just as you feel the thick spurts of hot cum against the back of your throat...



Warm Fuzzy Socks



It's a rainy Sunday, the rain creating our own multi-media show on our window. The drum solo on the glass, mixed with the refracted light show is quit mesmerizing on a lazy day. We've just finished breakfast, I made Norwegian pancakes for you. I think the rest of the world knows them as Swedish pancakes, but since I learned them from my Norwegian grandmother, Norwegian pancakes they are. You love that I cook for you. You sit and watch with that smile that melts me. You watch the economy of motion I learned as a cook, when I put myself through college cooking at the Space Needle. Every motion accomplishes 2 or 3 tasks. And I love to cook for you, ad I flip the pan to turn the pancake with a quick flick of my practiced wrist. The pancake floats into the air and softly nestles back into the pan to cook the other side. Then I fell them with strawberry jam, roll them up and cover with powered sugar. Total and complete decadence I know, but moderation is the key, and we can splurge occasionally.

You go out into the living room to catch up on some of your reading, while I finish cleaning up the kitchen. I come out and build a fire, and slide in next to you on the couch. You lean over and rest against me, feeling my warmth. I sit there, admiring your concentration, and trying to keep from kissing those eyebrows knitted in determination. What a wonderful feeling! This simple act of togetherness fills me with love for the depth of our intimacy. Just sitting next to you, in our loose comfortable clothes, not speaking, but not needing to speak. A man of simple pleasures, these quiet moments together fill me with love for you. Although I am the man you share your most powerful and volcanic desires with, I am also your warm fuzzy socks in front of a fire on a lazy Sunday morning.

You turn the page, and a small piece of paper falls into your lap. You pick up the paper and see another one of my silly little notes...

Always know...

You've someone who loves you.



Warm Honey



The week is done and the night has arrived when you have planned again with us to share that tender and satisfying pleasure. A serious frost is in the air, and you dress warmly in a soft cotton sweatsuit and a fleece jacket, with a heavy weave muffler around your neck.

The Friday evening traffic delays you a little, so you place a call to let us know you'll be a little late. "Have you eaten," he asks; you answer, "Yes, and I'm really looking forward to having you two for dessert." 

His voice takes on a lower note, and a ticklish flutter surges through your belly as he "She's bought a special imported honey to sweeten her pussy for your tongue." 

She gets on the phone and whispers hotly, "I want to see how it tastes on you, too," and with her words you feel a rush of desire for us both and a flood of rising heat between your thighs. 

Anticipation wells up within you again as you recall the pleasures we've shared -- and how delicious it is to have four hands softly and sensually caressing you and two mouths kissing and licking and sucking and gently biting your eager flesh, and to share with each of us in pleasing the other.

At last, you pull in behind our little house, and as you get out of your car he rushes out to greet you with a warmed blanket to shield you from the now sharply biting cold. He's in flannel pants and a light sweater and he wraps his arms around you with the blanket and kisses your neck welcomingly and deftly nibbles your earlobe before hurrying you through the nippy air into the snugness of the house. She's in thick pink fleece pajamas and she hands you a freshly brewed cup of tea as he quickly closes the door and rubs his arms and makes chilly noises. He takes his own cup and sips thirstily at it. 

Her eyes meet yours in a teasing stare as you raise the cup to your lips, "Do you like the honey?" A faint yet rich sweetness fills your mouth along with the light woody flavor of the oolong. 

"Mmm," you smile naughtily, "the taste of things to cum..."

His fingers slowly draw your muffler off and then pull down the zipper of your jacket, and he lightly brushes your hair aside and punctuates his words with light kisses across the back of your neck, "and cum, and cum, and cum and cum." Her warm hands wander beneath your top and over your bra and breasts, lifting them and pressing them lovingly together as her lips meet yours. Your tongue ventures out against hers and she slips up and down in soft strokes over your tip as her fingers find your hardening nipples. He takes the cup from your hands as you reach to set it down, and he carries it with his as he leads you both to the bedroom. A soft glow streams from a bead-fringed lamp covered in a black gauze wrap on her side table and a blue and white pattern is cast on the walls and ceiling on the other side of the room by a glass star lamp hanging from a short stand on the dresser. 

We three undress each other slowly, between kisses and caresses, until we stand naked together at the foot of the bed, or bodies pressed against you with her in front and him behind you. As we guide you down with us, you feel a faint heat from under the bedspread, and it penetrates and sooths your back as we lay to either side of you and begin to switch off kissing you and licking and sucking your breasts and running our fingers up and down your belly and your legs. Closer and closer we come to your now slickly primed cleft, but we've not touched you there just yet, and you spread wider and arch your mound upward wantonly as we stray ever nearer and then away again.

He guides her to lie back and then reaches for a teaspoon and dips it into a small jar resting on a coffee warmer. He brings out a smallish dollop of honey and rolls the spoon carefully as he moves it over her pussy, allowing a thin golden stream to wind its way over her folds. You watch intently as the honey beads into droplets and moves thickly downward over her moist sex, and he plunges the spoon into the jar and leans back over to whisper in your ear, "Lick that sweet pussy."

The words have barely left his lips when your tongue meets her honeyed musk and the combination of her sweet scent and the hive nectar is intoxicating. With great delicacy you lick up and savor every drop, and in response her breath quickens and grows heavy, as his fingertips graze over your inner thighs and press and rub lightly against your now yearning nest. Your tongue finds her now slippery core as his kisses and licks make their way over your butt cheeks and up your back, and as you feel his swelling against your nook, you arch out brazenly against him. His pinkish head presses at your entrance briefly and then he moves upward to join you for a taste of your dessert. 

"Mmm," he growls, "honey glazed pussy, so yummy..." He turns to deliver long lapping strokes and lingers over the few remaining sticky spots as you run your hands over his back and ass. As he reaches for the spoon again, saying with a smile, "Laura's turn... or your turn, depending on how you lick -- I mean look -- at it..." 

Taking his meaning, you lay yourself back and spread wide to be drizzled, and he trails a slender filament of honey over your slick cleft as she moves eagerly between your thighs to dine on your aching sweetmeat. You close your eyes to focus on the sensation. Her tongue is soft and light as she laps tenderly over your gold beaded folds, starting at the bottom and swaying slowly from side to side as she licks all the sweet sticky spots away and then begins to delve deeper. You open your eyes and see him trailing a fine line of sweet stuff down the top of his swollen shaft from the middle to the head, and then he drops the spoon into the jar again. "Want something to suck on while she licks you?" he asks impishly as he kneels on the bed and moves over you straddling the top of your head.

"Mmm Hmm, yes," you turn to face him and open your mouth, and you meet the top of his cock with your tongue as he sinks his fingers into the hair behind your neck, and he pulls your head back as he guides his shaft gradually deeper into your mouth, allowing your licking tongue slip up the trail of honey and around the end of his length so you can get every drop. She flicks her wet tongue in quick little flashes over your hardened button and you feel that dulcet ache building in your core as her fingers slip shallowly inside you and deftly work your glistening opening. As she probes deeper with her fingers and suckles a bit harder at your fully engorged little button, your rising passion drives a muffled moan over the head of his cock, and he slips in further to touch the back of your throat before withdrawing little by little until he's almost all the way out. Your hips begin to writhe almost with a will of their own, reaching out and up against her able mouth, and he begins to steadily thrust his now completely slick and rigid prickshaft back against your throat and then pull out to hover briefly with the purplish head between your wet lips. You smell the scent of amber and vetiver on his body, and it mingles with the light aromas of her perfume and yours, along with the warmed honey and the subtle undertones of sex chemistry wafting from between your thighs and hers. 

He draws he cock out of your mouth and moves behind her, and you pull a pillow up under your head to watch him as he slips his soaked shaft up over her folds, slides into her with a slow but solid plunge and then starts an even succession of strengthening thrusts up into her arched tunnel. Her soft cry against your puffy sex welcomes his lunging presence within her, and your gaze drops to her as she looks up burning with a rising fever and presses her fingertips into your sweetspot, before she jiggles her hand solidly within you and you throw your head back against the pillow and close your eyes. Your hands move reflexively to your breasts and you fondle them heavily and pinch and twist your nipples as your body heaves more strongly against her searching fingers and tongue. A torrent of ecstasy washes into you and your body shakes and then bucks and quivers as the waves flow through you with a blend of conflicting urges to pull away and to open out further to her attentions. Your exquisite peak lingers as you arch and quake, and then gradually leaves you winded for a moment as her hot breath teases your sweetly sensitized loins and she slips her fingers from you to brace against the now growing power of his strokes. 

"C'mere," he breathes, "See if you can lick her while I'm up inside her." He lifts his foot up onto the bed to grant you access to her filled cleft, and you circle around to kneel on the floor under him and move up to lap over her penetrated sex and lick his tight balls as he slows his pace to near stillness, drawing out bit by bit so his glossy head rests just inside her folds and then out into your eager mouth, and then back into her very leisurely until he's buried up in her to the hilt. You find that you relish the taste of her depths on his length, and you slather the wetness of your mouth onto his shaft to slick it up for each unhurried thrust before moving in to flutter the tip of your tongue over her button hood. "Mmm, yes -- now diddle her clit with your fingers and come up here and let me taste her pussy on your tongue while I pound into her, and we'll see if we can get her off together."

His mouth is cool from his heavy breathing, and he slips his hand down between your thighs and fingers you as you work her stiff little nub. He draws his other hand up between your tongues and extends his index finger for a wet licking before nimbly slipping it into her tight quim as he steadily fucks her harder and harder in front of you and teases up and down over your freshly swelling button with his fingertips. Her voiced passion rises and she begins to cry out in a quickening tempo as her bliss begins to pulse and surge through her, and she utters a deep and intense groan as her body seizes up and pulls forward, and he slips from her openings and drops to cover her back with kisses. You join him, hovering over her still throbbing form and alternating your kisses with his up over her back and her shoulders as she quivers and shudders with slowly subsiding waves of pleasure.

After a few moments he slides over and whispers in your ear as your head rests high on her back, "Would you like to feel me up inside you?"

"Mmm, can I...?" You question is addressed to us both, and she softly murmurs her assent as he nods and grins. 

He guides you to sit at the very edge of the bed and then lay back and spread for him, and he bends to deliver a series of teasingly slight strokes with his tongue, getting your folds slick and parted for his rampantly engorged cock. He reaches back to fetch a small package and tears open and rolls on a condom as she moves to fondle your tits and dangle hers above your now reaching tongue. You feel him grip and lift your legs high and then his cock slips its rigid length up between your folds and over your clit and then back down to tease in and out of your slippery opening as you reach around and caress your hands over her back and up into her long, long hair. 

As you gently suckle first one of her nipples and then the other, and she rolls yours one at a time between her fingers and then moves back to kiss your mouth, he very slowly slides his inflamed head up into you and then guides his whole length deeper until his base is in your threshold and his balls rest tightly drawn up against your ass. "Hold your legs up," he enjoins, and you reach to grab your legs and pull them upward and spread wide as he pulls you toward him so that your butt cheeks are nearly off the bed, then he begins to plunge deeply in and out of your heated sex and you feel his thumb rubbing softly over your clit with each stroke. She eases a trail of kisses back over your tits again and her nipples drift into your mouth as she shifts from side to side. 

Her mouth on your tits, her nipples on your tongue, and his cock sliding back and forth up in you as he rubs your button all blend into a delicious combination of sensations, and you begin feel your crest distantly approaching with his body gradually becoming more and more tense against your mound and the backs of your thighs. You hear his breathing tremble, and that flow of bliss sparks anew within your depths as his thrusting prick swells further into your tightening core, and you feel your belly grasp his flexing shaft as he jerks and shivers and spills his seed within you, uttering a series of fierce bestial growls with each intense upsurge of erotic delight. He heaves into you for a few last plunges before drawing out and dutifully removing, tying off and discarding the warm little package, and then he collapses blissfully over you with his belly against your sated cleft and his head at your shoulder, and she floats over you trailing her hair over his back and your breasts and arms.



Warm Me Up



Cindy swore the howling winds got stronger the instant the house was thrown into total darkness. The winter storm was not letting up and now she had no electricity. She knew from experience the old house would cool down quickly, and then stabilize at some ridiculously cold temperature.

She fumbled in the kitchen for the candles and matches she stored just for this occasion. She placed one lit candle in the family room and another in the living room. Later, she'd take one to the bedroom with her.

It was times like this the forty one year old woman almost missed her ex-husband—the only time. The alcoholic womanizer made a good salary, but that did not make up for the abuse she took from him. She'd made it through other storms without him and she'd make it through this one.

Cindy wrapped a comforter around her and sat on the couch, prepared for the long, cold night ahead.

Without the TV to occupy her mind, Cindy allowed all her demons to resurface. At the head of the list was her failure in the three years since her divorce to find and keep a good man. She liked to blame it on the fact there weren't any, but in reality she knew she was an attractive, smart woman who should have no trouble finding somebody.

She worked out religiously to maintain her figure; her hair was professionally styled (thanks to the alimony checks); and, she wore the latest fashions. Still, no serious relationships had formed. Cindy wasn't above flirting, either verbally or by what she wore, but nothing worked.

Her brief journey into despair was interrupted by a flash of light in the family room window. The only thing that could cause that, Cindy knew, was a car in the driveway. She bolted from the couch and pulled back the curtains just enough to let her see out.

Through the blinding snowstorm she thought she recognized her son's car. Only when he got out and began walking toward the front door did she know for sure it was Kevin.

Cindy rushed to the door and had it half open before Kevin could knock. He smiled as he entered, stomping his feet and shaking his coat to rid them of the wet snow.

"What are you doing here?" Cindy asked, pushing the door shut against the wind.

"Should I leave?" Kevin said.

"No! I just didn't expect you in THIS," Cindy said in reference to the awful weather.

Kevin took off his coat and hung it on the knob of a closet door. He brushed any remaining snow out of his hair.

"I have a portable generator in the trunk, and a space heater," he told his Mom.

"Kevin! I love you!"

Cindy gave him a hug and kiss, and led him into the family room.

At twenty years old, Kevin was caught between still trying to please his Mom and separate from her to create a life of his own. He had dropped out of college, but had a decent paying job that allowed him to buy a small condo.

Even in the dim candlelight, Cindy could make out the familiar features of her handsome son. Unlike herself, Kevin needed a calendar to keep track of his many dates. She was glad for him.

"Can you believe this storm?" she said.

"It's the worst I can remember for a long time," he confirmed. "I think I'll go out through the garage to get the stuff. I can already feel the house getting cold."

"I'd make you something to eat but I can't," Cindy told him.

"It's OK, Mom. We'll be fine."

Ten minutes later, the generator was on and the space heater was spitting out just enough heat to make the room bearable. The small amount of extra light it provided was equally appreciated.

Kevin and Cindy sat on the couch in relative comfort and talked, something they did far too little of. Kevin was beyond the age of idolizing his very pretty mother, but her looks still had an effect on him. Perhaps, even a forbidden effect that he was afraid to acknowledge.

In the dim light, her blue eyes sparkled. Her turned up nose and curvy lips had a more youthful look than her true age. Kevin often tried to dismiss his attraction to her well-formed figure, but especially now when she was in need of his help.

Cindy struggled with similar urges for somewhat different reasons. At her age, she could better handle the idea of being attracted to her son. But hers was brought on more by the fact that she was alone with a man who could provide for her. Yes, there were sexual undertones, but they were combined with a mature requirement for companionship.

Cindy was tired of being lonely.

In the midst of their conversation, the sound of a snowplow outside barely caught their attention. It was to be expected on such a night and they talked for another half hour.

Finally, Kevin said he'd better get back and Cindy once again felt the pang of loneliness. She tried to delay his leaving by asking him to move the generator and heater into the bedroom, which he did. But eventually she watched him walk out the door to his snow-covered car.

It only took her a few minutes to undress and put on a robe. The idea of sleeping in it sounded good to her in the still-chilly bedroom.

Cindy was in the hallway on her way to make sure she had blown out all the candles when she heard a knock on the front door. She stopped in her tracks. Cindy crept to the window and looked out as she had before. A car was at the end of the driveway. Was it Kevin's? She couldn't tell.

Cindy cautiously unlocked and opened the door a crack. It was him.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I'm stuck," Kevin said timidly. "I thought I could make it through the pile left by the snowplow. But now I'm in far enough I can't get out."

He was inside the house at that point and Cindy closed the door.

"Is the car OK where it's at?" she asked.

"Yeah. It's fine. I'm still in the driveway and nobody would be driving through that pile, I hope."

They looked at each other for an instant.

"Is it OK if I stay here tonight and finish digging it out tomorrow?" Kevin asked.

"Of course it is," Cindy said cheerfully. She tugged unconsciously on one side of the robe to close it a little tighter around her body. "Come on in. I'll get the candle lit again."

Soon, the room was back to the dimly lit state it was in earlier, minus the heater.

"You're going to freeze out here," Cindy said.

"Nah. The comforter is enough."

"I can get you another blanket," Cindy said.

"No. Really, Mom. It's OK."

She paused, debating with herself whether to suggest it or not. Then she said to him, "Or you can sleep in the bedroom."

He stared at her for a moment.

"But, where would you...," he started to ask.

"No, it wouldn't work," she said quickly. "Forget I said it."

Only the wind outside broke the uncomfortable silence in the room. Cindy used two hands to hold the top of the robe tightly around her neck.

"I'll be fine," Kevin assured her again.

Cindy made sure he had everything he needed before heading back into her bedroom. She pushed the door more than halfway shut and crawled into bed. She felt strangely comforted that Kevin was in the house with her. There wasn't much he could do to make the situation any better, but at least she wasn't alone.

She adjusted the robe and, in the process, paused to let her hand rest on one of her breasts. She closed her eyes and thought of Kevin. He was still so young, but she saw him now as a man. A man capable of...of being with a woman. Cindy pressed harder on her breast and felt the nipple hardening.

He looked a lot like his father, Cindy thought to herself. She saw an image in her mind of Kevin's father rolling on top of her, his hard cock ready to enter her. She squeezed her nipple while trying to remember the feel of the cock inside her. He made love hard and fast...mostly hard. Sometimes she liked that. Sometimes she wanted to be loved.

Her hand was inside the robe by the time she came back to reality. She wasn't cold anymore.

Kevin lay on the couch fully dressed and under two blankets for nearly an hour. The wind outside and the hum of the generator in Cindy's bedroom made every effort to keep him awake. He wondered if it was true certain things happened for a reason. He wondered if his Mom was as lonely as she seemed every time he talked to her.

Kevin reflected back on the front door opening and his Mom standing there in her robe, the front falling open just enough to hint at the breasts underneath. He speculated on what else she had on.

Finally, he rolled out from under the blankets and walked slowly towards her bedroom, attempting not to trip on anything in the dark.

When he reached her door, he leaned his head around the corner. Cindy was on her side, facing him with the covers pulled up to her chin.

"Mom?" he said softly.

After a pause, he said again, "Mom?"

The door opened easily and without a squeak. He inched his way toward the bed. Cindy never moved as Kevin took off his sweatshirt. A moment later he stood next to her bed in only his boxers.

Kevin considered grabbing his clothes and going back to the couch. He hesitated another half minute. And then he pulled back the covers just enough to clear a way for him to get into the bed.

He was embarrassed by the twitch in his cock—embarrassed at the fact he could find his own mother so desirable. Kevin was almost all the way under the covers when Cindy rolled onto her back. Her eyes never opened.

He debated what to do: Wake her? Let her sleep? Get out of the bed?

Now he wasn't sure how he could get out without fully waking her. Kevin looked at Cindy and the delicate rise of her chest under the robe. He pulled the covers down a few inches to reveal more of her fair skin.

Kevin was becoming convinced he was not leaving the bed voluntarily. He turned onto his side so his back was to his Mom. Maybe everything would be alright after all.

Cindy's mind didn't completely register what was happening when, twenty minutes later, she rolled to her left and her hand hit Kevin's back. Years of marriage made the contact seem natural. Until something kicked in and the fact she was not alone became obvious to her.

Cindy pulled away instinctively and she let out a quiet gasp. With eyes fully open, she looked at the back of the head of the man beside her. It could have been her husband. But no. It couldn't be.

"Kevin?" she murmured.

For some reason, she was glad he didn't respond. Cindy lay still for a moment to consider everything. She didn't remember him coming into the room. Could she have allowed him to lie down next to her?

Not having any answers, she had the urge to move closer to him—to make sure he was warm; to hold him.

She'd wanted to hold a man for so long. Oh so long.

Cindy slid her body closer to his. Their heads were on the same pillow now. She felt his body against her robe.

Cindy slowly put her arm over his side and let it come to rest on his body. He didn't have a shirt on. She could feel it. What, if anything, DID he have on? Her heart raced and her mind told her not to find out. Just let him sleep.

But he wasn't asleep.

Kevin awoke and took his mother's hand in his own. He pulled it so she was hugging him a little harder, a little closer. Cindy let him manipulate her hand and let it rest on his muscular chest. They stayed that way for several minutes.

Then Kevin rolled towards Cindy. She quickly rolled as well, ending up on her back. He looked over at her.

"I was freezing," he said, telling a partial truth.

"I thought so. Stay here if you want," Cindy said softly.

"I want to. Do you mind?"

She shook her head, unable to say the simple word.

"It felt good when you held me," he said in the darkness.

Cindy felt his hand take hers again and pull it onto his chest. She could feel the fine hair and the slight rise below his nipples. He wasn't holding her any more. She was touching him on her own.

They didn't speak. Cindy's hand roamed down as far as his navel and stopped. Kevin took the hand and guided it—lower. He didn't push it or pull it, just guided it. Cindy did the rest.

She felt his abs and his stomach. Finally, she reached the top of his boxers. As if receiving a clue, Cindy pulled her hand away. She was prepared to end it there, except that Kevin's hand was on her robe.

Cindy took a deep breath in and held it as Kevin slid his fingers inside the opening. He was above her breasts, almost to her neck. He slid across her soft skin. She tried to breathe naturally.

"Kevin," she whispered.

"Shhhh," he replied.

"You really shouldn't...," she said.

His fingers reached the top of her breasts. Each movement widened the gap in her robe. Kevin bent his fingers in the shape of the curve of her breast as he moved down. Soon, he nearly had one completely covered.

It was as if no line had been crossed until Kevin's hand made contact with Cindy's nipple. Her body stiffened. She could feel her heart thump.

Then, without rationalization from within herself, Cindy's hand went back to the top of his boxers. Cindy's actions now seemed to be driven entirely by what her son did. When he ran a finger over the top of her nipple, she slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers. When Kevin massaged the breast a little harder, Cindy moved her hand lower.

Kevin's cock reacted predictably. Even if Cindy had not moved her hand another inch, his cock would have soon touched it. But Cindy wasn't done moving her hand and contact was made very quickly.

They both froze for an instant. Then Kevin squeezed Cindy's nipple and her fingers slipped on top of his ever-hardening cock. They both expected the end to come soon.

Instead, Kevin moved his hand over to his Mom's other breast and Cindy slid her palm over his cock. When he squeezed, so did she.

Cindy loosened her grip and began a gentle rubbing of the shaft. Kevin moved his hand down until the belt holding Cindy's robe together came undone. She was nearly shaking when his hand returned to her tits.

He couldn't see her under the covers, but Cindy's pussy was now uncovered. Kevin suspected as much, but was taking his time proving the point. She was responding just fine to the manipulation of her nipples. His cock certainly agreed as it grew to full erection under her hand.

Ultimately, if she allowed him, Kevin had to find out for sure. He moved his hand down without opposition from Cindy and stopped just short of her clit. Clearly, she didn't have panties on. But making that final trip to her pussy was not easy for him.

Perhaps urged on by the increased pressure she applied to his cock, his fingers made their way to the very top of her slit. There he felt the bulge of skin that protected her clit. He reached inside and found it while Cindy let out an audible gasp.

Cindy didn't want him to stop, but she unconsciously did by using her hand to push down his boxers. Kevin removed his hand from her pussy to help her lower his underwear. Then his fingers returned, as did hers.

This time Cindy took a firm grip of the cock and began to pump it more vigorously. He felt huge to her. He was warm, and thick, and throbbing. She stroked him harder.

Kevin rubbed his mother's clit and felt the moisture collecting outside her cunt. He used it to lubricate her. Soon, he was running his fingers up and down the entire length of her pussy.

Cindy was breathing harder. Kevin heard it, and considered taking one more action. His fingers loitered outside the entrance to her cunt. Then Cindy spread her legs. Kevin needed no other sign.

A single finger slid inside her. Then two.

"Kevin. No," Cindy sighed.

He almost pulled out, but heard the desperation in his mother's voice. Cindy's ass lifted off the bed and he increased the speed. A moment later he was back on her clit with totally drenched fingers.

"Oh God. No. No!"

They both rubbed frantically, beyond any point of no return that may have existed. Kevin was as hard as he could ever remember and could only think of where he wanted his cock.

He rolled over slowly and put his head on Cindy's chest, just above her tits. With one hand, he pulled the robe apart until the two sides lay at her side. Her entire body was available to him now.

Kevin moved down and lightly kissed the top of her breasts. The skin was amazingly soft and warm. He moved around one breast, past her cleavage, and onto the other one. Each movement brought him closer to her nipples.

Cindy was holding his cock, but the attention he was paying to her body caused her to stop stroking him. She simply squeezed the hard shaft, and that was enough for Kevin.

Finally, his lips were on a nipple. Cindy didn't move as she felt his tongue slide across the most sensitive area of her body. His cock twitched in her hand, but she remained still as he licked her harder. Then she felt his teeth and a tender pulling of her nipple.

"Kevin. Oh God, that feels good."

He sucked on the nipple and then the entire top of her breast. Kevin forced his mouth down onto her supple skin, impatiently trying to fit more and more of her into his mouth. He licked frantically, stabbing at the nipple as it grew.

Cindy moaned louder, gripping his cock tighter and feeling precum drip onto her fingers. Kevin was nearly on top of her now. She let go of his cock as it pressed against the side of her leg. Shivers went through her body at the sensation of a man—any man—so close to her.

All of a sudden, he was sliding on top of her. Neither of them expected it. It just seemed to happen, and it took a moment for them to recognize what was occurring.

Kevin lifted his head from Cindy's breasts and looked through the darkness at her face. Any apprehension she may have felt before was completely overtaken by a long-lost yearning. He moved up and kissed the side of her face. Kevin looked into her eyes and put his lips on hers.

He thought for a second she tried to say something. But he smothered her with a passionate kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth and receiving hers back in exchange. Their bodies pressed together and Cindy wrapped her arms around his neck. During the length of the kiss, both of them felt the effects of his cock between them. Kevin began to push it against her pussy in simulated sex, and Cindy moaned her approval.

"I want you, Mom," he finally whispered. "I want to make you happy."

"We can't, Kevin. You know that."

"No," he replied quickly. "We can. Who'll ever know? I can feel you, Mom. Your entire body is telling me you want it. You already know what you've done to me. We can't stop now."

Cindy was about to speak when he slid a little lower, put his hand on her breast, and brushed his cock along the length of her pussy. She felt him against her clit. He rubbed harder and she arched her back. Her mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound.

Kevin put the head of his cock between her pussy lips, just outside her cunt. He applied only enough pressure to confirm for both of them where he was. Cindy would either allow him to continue or not. She closed her eyes.

Cindy spread her legs wider apart.

Kevin pushed forward until he felt her body begin to close around the swollen head of his cock. Nothing was said between them as he moved into the most comfortable position. And then he pushed again.

This time he didn't stop until his entire cock was inside his Mom and he heard her whimper. It was clearly a sound of pleasure and he lied down on top of her.

"I love you," he told her softly.

She didn't respond vocally, but wrapped her legs around him in a physical indication of how she felt.

"It'll be OK, Mom."

"I know," she said. "I know."

With her heels dug into his ass, Kevin began to slide his cock in and out of her wet pussy. He wasn't sure what he expected, but the tightness of her hole surprised and stimulated him. His already throbbing cock ached even more the faster he pumped it into her.

Cindy tightened her legs and arms around him. She'd almost forgotten what it felt to have a man on top of her, thrusting a hard cock into her while she held him. Not in a million years did she think the next man would be Kevin, or that it would be so good.




Warm Me Up



His young cock filled her completely, threatening—it seemed—to stretch her beyond her limits. She wished, for a moment, that it wasn't so dark and that she could watch. But maybe that would only bring home the fact it was Kevin fucking her. Her son. She tilted her head back and just enjoyed the ride.

Kevin reached between the robe and Cindy's ass to pull her closer. His cock plunged into her harder and faster. In the darkness, he heard her soft voice.

"Yes. Yessss. Oh my God."

Kevin kept up a steady pace, despite a desire to be more aggressive. Perhaps one of his girlfriends would have wanted that, but he didn't want to disappoint his mother when she seemed to be taking pleasure in what they were doing. He'd go until the inevitable orgasms occurred—he hoped.

Cindy's robe prevented her from rolling the way she preferred when having sex. She found herself wanting to be on top. She convinced herself it was a sign everything was OK. An even better sign, she decided, was the fact her body was about to explode in an orgasm.

She struggled with the fact she was about to cum because her son was fucking her. She could hide it, she thought. But that would be unfair to him. Would she be too loud? Too quiet? Her heart pounded the closer she got.

Kevin knew he could cum at any time. Soon, he'd have to withhold it if his Mom had not already cum. Would he even know? Should he cum inside her? He heard Cindy's moans grow louder and more frequent.

"Ahhhhh. Kevin. I'm...I'm...almost..."

He lifted her off the bed and thrust his cock harder.

"God, yes! Ohhhh...Kevin...fuck me, Kevin!"

He had no doubt when her orgasm began. She constricted her cunt around his cock, squeezed her legs around his waist, and squealed with pleasure. Her body shook under him, rocking back and forth, up and down, as she came. At one point his cock came out of her, but he quickly had it back in and was driving it harder than ever.

Cindy mumbled words he couldn't understand. Her hair flayed across the pillow and her tits rolled on her chest. She felt the juices begin to trickle down her thighs the longer she came.

Finally, he heard something he understood.

"Cum for me, Kevin. I want you to cum."

Even before she was finished, he felt his balls contract and the first shot of cum flow up his cock. He plowed his cock all the way into her and held it there, letting out a long, deep groan.

Cindy continued to cum beneath him while her son's cock emptied load after load of warm cum inside her. They came together in mutual bliss, their sounds drowning out the constant hum of the space heater and generator. The bed rocked under them and the covers were tossed aside.

Cindy was done first, allowing Kevin to finish with a couple final, frantic thrusts.

The silence that followed, with Kevin lying on top of Cindy, seemed to last forever. Their breathing slowed once again and their minds cleared. Recognition of what occurred began to hit them. Kevin's semi-erect cock was still inside her. He pulled it out with some hesitation.

"Kevin," she murmured.

"Yeah," he said, almost as a question.

"That was...really nice," she stammered.

His head was on the pillow next to her, tight against the hair over her ear.

"I just wanted to, um, make you..."

"I know, hon. You don't have to say it. You were wonderful," she said.

They hugged for another minute or two.

"Will you stay?" she asked.

He nodded.

"Will you take off my robe, and your boxers, and lay with me tonight?"

A moment later, they were free of all their clothes and back together under the covers.

###

Cindy was the first to wake up in the morning and notice the electricity was back on. Kevin was asleep on his back and she put her head on his shoulder. She woke him by placing her hand between his legs, on top of the covers.

Kevin awoke with a jolt, and then grinned.

"Good morning," Cindy said in a hushed voice.

"Good morning."

She withdrew her hand, but snuggled closer. "The electricity's back on."

"Good," Kevin yawned.

"Do you mind getting up and turning off the generator and heater?" his Mom asked.

He rolled out of bed with her eyes glued to his naked body. It was the first she'd had a chance to see him in the light and she wasn't disappointed. When he was done and crawled back under the covers, she watched his cock, large even in its flaccid state. 

"You know what this means, don't you?" she said.

"What?"

"There's hot water."

He felt her fingers sliding along his stomach.

"Enough for two?" he said.

"Maybe if we go together."

Kevin pulled Cindy on top of him as she giggled.

"What makes you think I'd want to shower with my mother?"

She slithered up his body until her right breast was above his mouth. As she suspected, he pulled her down and began to suck on it.

"THAT does," she said.

He bit her playfully and she squealed, rolling off him. Kevin slapped her on the ass and said, "C'mon."

She willingly followed him out of the bed and studied his firm ass while they walked to the bathroom. She could feel her pussy responding already. When he closed the bathroom door behind them, she was nervously impatient to get under the water with him.

But she had to wait. He turned and took her into his strong arms, kissing her long and hard. Kevin nearly lifted her off her feet with the urgency of his kiss. By the time he was done, the erection Cindy felt the night before was starting to appear once again.

"If you don't want to...," she began to say.

"I want to. Do you?"

She smiled. "I wasn't going to let you leave without at least one more."

Kevin ran a hand across her breast and turned to start the shower. When he had it just right, he motioned toward the shower and said, "After you."

This time it was his turn to watch his Mom's body as she stepped behind the sliding glass door. He quickly followed and slid the door shut. Cindy was standing under the flowing water and Kevin marveled at the beauty of her tall frame with the shower flooding down and around every curve. He had not seen a mature woman under these conditions, and he liked what he saw.

Cindy was not the most self-confident person to begin with, and having her son inspect her the way he did made it even worse. She crossed her arms in front of her body.

"You're beautiful," he said to her surprise.

She blushed and smiled.

"I hope you think so," she said.

He pulled her arms down, stood closer, and kissed her while pushing them both under the full brunt of the shower. Cindy probed his mouth with her tongue, feeling the water flow between them in the most erotic way. She reached for his cock and he put his hand between her legs. Before the kiss ended, they were ready for more.

Cindy had done some wild things in her life. She certainly never considered herself a prude. But until the previous night, there were things she trusted she would never do—like fuck her son. In fact, she never had any intention of ever holding his cock, let alone allowing him to shove it inside her cunt.

Now she was faced with one more dilemma. She had a new urge. An urge that seemed too strong to resist.

Cindy kneeled down in front of Kevin.

She held his cock in the palm of her hand, watching it lengthen at her touch and from the flow of water over it. Cindy gazed at it a few seconds longer. Then she leaned down and kissed the bright pink tip.

Kevin stood stiffly, not believing what was happening. Surely, she would stop at kissing.

Instead, Cindy's tongue emerged and ran down the entire shaft, and then back again. She licked the end, kissed it one more time...and then opened her mouth.

Kevin watched in awe as his cock slid inside his mother's mouth. Her lips closed around him almost as tightly as her cunt had done the night before, and she began to suck on the cock. Kevin fought every urge to hold her head, but he couldn't help it.

His hand touched the wet hair on her head and he pulled her closer to him. Cindy removed her hand from the bottom of the cock and tried to take it all in her mouth. A single gag was followed by a series of deep throat thrusts that convinced both of them they should continue.

Soon, Kevin was rocking back and forth in a steady motion as his Mom kneeled in place. She put her hands on his ass and squeezed his firm cheeks while sucking the very hard and very long cock. A drop of sweetness on her tongue told her Kevin was getting closer.

Just as she was beginning to imagine what it would be like when he came, Kevin said, "Stand up, Mom. Please."

She would do anything for him at this point, but was disappointed to leave his cock behind as she stood.

"Turn around," he said.

With her back to her son, Cindy felt his hand on her shoulder.

"Lean against the wall."

She put both hands against the wet tiles. Cindy felt Kevin's hands on the inside of her thighs, nudging her legs farther apart. She complied, understanding now what he wanted.

Her pulse quickened when she felt his cock under her ass. It brushed against her pussy and then rested at the same spot as the previous night, ready to enter her. He did not ask and she did not need to tell him. Everything was OK.

Unlike the night before, Kevin was faster and rougher. He jammed the cock forward and Cindy's body reacted with a shudder of surprise and ecstasy. Kevin's legs slammed against his mother's ass and they were fucking once again.

He held her by the waist. Cindy pushed against the wall and lifted her head in glee when he accelerated the pace.

"God, yes Kevin! Harder. Fuck me harder!"

They both reveled in the newfound animalistic approach and the sounds of their bodies and moans echoed in the bathroom. Kevin moved his hands up to Cindy's tits and crushed them against her chest as he drove his cock into her. Cindy put her own hand on her clit and rubbed it furiously while her nipples were being squeezed.

"Is this how you like it?" Kevin said from behind.

"Yes. Yes, Kevin! Ohhhhh, fuck yes!"

It lasted maybe sixty seconds. And then Cindy howled at the start of her orgasm. Her arms gave out and Kevin forced her up against the wall as he continued to fuck her. He pulled her ass back just enough to allow him to keep his cock inside her.

Then he came, too. Vicious grunts accompanied each blast of cum. A half dozen. Eight times he shot it into her. Cindy's ass was pink from the number of times he smacked against it.

She could barely stand when her son was finished. Kevin put his cock on top of her ass and rested against her. He nibbled on her neck and her shoulder, unable to get enough of the beautiful, sexy woman.

"Damn, that was good," Kevin said.

"After all that...now I need a shower," Cindy said, looking back at him.

"I can help." 



Warm Milk



It was a warm sunny day and Melanie had decided to spend it sun baking on Jackson beach. As she lay topless on the sand, she began to think about events from the last few months.

The birth of her first child was 6 months behind her now, and Mark was still as attentive as ever, taking over the child care duties when he wasn't working – giving Melanie a much needed break.

Her sleek body had recovered well from nine months of pregnancy, but her once petite breasts had changed to become taut and well defined; the swell of milk in her breasts had given them a presence that was both arousing and hard to resist.

Mark was enjoying her lactation cycle also. In bed at night, he snuggled up to Melanie, stroking and caressing her breasts – gently rolling her leaking nipples between his thumb and forefinger. They were so incredibly sensitive that his actions sent shockwaves throughout her entire body resulting in the best orgasms of her life. 

As she lay flat, Mark would straddle one of her legs - his erect cock slowly dragging along the top of her thigh. He would place his mouth around the top of her breast, as wide as he could manage so as not to actually touch her dark erect nipple, and then slowly start sucking, all the while gently closing his lips until finally they would clamp around her hard nipple. Her milk would be streaming from both breasts – her excitement causing the milky substance to spray from her nipples covering both her and Mark, as well as being suckled into his mouth. Mark would continue to knead her breasts with one hand, squeezing licking, drinking – teasing with his tongue – enjoying the sight of milk flowing from his wife's breasts.

As the milk gathered on her belly Mark would lick from her nipple down to the pit of her stomach where he would slowly inhale her offering. The sound of him slurping on her stomach was ridiculous and yet strangely erotic also. Knowing that her husband was chasing his prize down her body made her feel powerful and energized: sexy and feminine. 

Not content with that, Mark would indulge in another passion that they shared – moving towards the foot of the bed and lying with his face between her legs and his arms around her hips, he would then suck the juices from her cunt. Long strokes of his tongue played up and down the lips of her vagina – his nose gently caressing her clitoris – inhaling the womanly perfume that was spreading from her puffy lips and being caught by her short curly pubic hairs. 

He would suck the outer lips of her sex into his own mouth and let them slip slowly away again and thrust the tip of his tongue into her hidden cavern and then slowly proceed up to carefully nudge her clitoris. While her milk had to be shared with both him and the baby, the juices from her pussy was his alone. 

After many minutes of licking her cunt, she would be able to take it no more. Her stomach muscles would clench as she came in another shattering orgasm. She would reaching down to hold Marks head between her thighs as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Afterwards Mark would slip his cock in between her cunt lips and fuck her like it was the first time ever. Her legs would lock around his and he would grab her shoulders to stop his hard rapid thrusts from throwing them both against the headboard. He would explode deep inside her and again her cunt would start leaking – this time with her husbands cum. She loved him jamming his hard cock into her and would offer up her inflamed cunt in any position that Mark wanted.

Melanie returned from her daydream with a start as a Frisbee landed near her feet.

"Sorry" was the apology that came from the young woman chasing it. She wore a modest bikini that tried not to attract too much attention to her average figure. She had been playing with her dog on the beach, tossing the green disc for him to fetch.

As the young woman reached to retrieve the Frisbee, she looked intensely at Melanie's breasts.

"God that is so sexy....." 

Melanie was surprised. She had been perfectly content lying in the sun daydreaming, and could not imagine what had prompted the remark.

The young woman continued to stare at her breasts. Melanie sat up and immediately felt some liquid run down her onto her tummy. She gasped and realized that her erotic daydreams had caused her breasts to start leaking milk. She didn't know what to do, but felt her nipples harden up immediately, and a burning sensation began deep between her thighs as her vagina became immediately saturated with juice.

Melanie could see young woman's nipples swelling under her own bikini top.

Silence continued for several seconds as they stared into each other's eyes. An unspoken question was asked and answered.

Melanie lay down again and the young woman immediately crouched beside her and sucked her nipples. There was no time to be gentle – her tongue probed and caressed, her lips encased Melanies nipples and dragged the milk from her breasts. First one breast and then the other – sexy bites, slurps, sucks, licks, - Melanies breast milk exploding everywhere. 

The young woman worked her hand under Melanie's bikini bottoms and rubbed her clit in big lazy circles, gently grazing her inflamed cunt lips. Melanie also used her fingers to pleasure the young woman, dipping two fingers inside her partners cunt, slipping into the knuckles and rubbing her erect clitoris lightly with the ball of her thumb, feeling the young woman's juices adhere to her fingers. It was all so intense and fast, wet and erotic. 

The young woman started coming first – the contractions of her cunt muscles grasped Melanie's fingers in a pulsating grip that extended on and on. Her own orgasm followed almost immediately and she felt the powerful waves rippling across her abdomen. 

Both women lay quietly for several minutes reflecting on the experience.

When the young woman finally looked up at Melanie, she simply said,

"I never did that before."

Before Melanie could reply, the young woman stood and jogged away with the Frisbee in her hand. Melanie could smell the young woman's cunt juice on her fingers, and slowly licked it off, savoring the heady smell and the sharp taste. 

She needed to visit the beach more often...



Warm Mouth of a Friend



The surprise I felt that his dick was as enormous as it was, was second only to my surprise of his willingness. I had known Jacob since we were kids, he always seemed so interested in women, seemingly talking about and chasing them at every opportunity. Now, as we lay in his bed kissing, he seemed as though he couldn't let me in his pants fast enough.

Not that I minded. I wasted little time loosening his belt and pulling his shorts down. I found a set of boxers, dampened slightly in one area with precum. I put my mouth over this area and felt his cock grow inside. I opened the front slot and he pulled his cock through it, half erect. I lathered his shaft with my tongue until it stood perfectly erect and dripping with my saliva. I pulled his boxers over his dick and slid them down the rest of the way, exposing a dark and bushy patch of pubes surrounding his dick, while he took off his shirt to reveal the rest of his tanned chiseled abdomen.

I began to kiss his stomach and work my way down his happy trail into his newly discovered bush. I began to lick through his hair and my tongue pressed against his skin. Once his pubes had been moistened, I coated the base of his cock with kisses and licks. Moving even lower still, I ventured into his hairy balls. I coated them several times with my saliva, and then took them both into my mouth while simultaneously sucking and working them over with my tongue. 

Jacob moaned loudly, and his cock throbbed above me. I shifted my attention to it, a thick, cut, tan 8 inches. Still wet from my tongue's previous workout, I took his sizable head into my mouth and slurped loudly several times. I took my head lower, taking more of his thick shaft into my mouth. Deeper and deeper I went, he gently placed a hand on the back of my head as I further explored his unit. I began bobbing my head up and down and making eye contact with him as he lie on his back. Eventually, I was able to get all of his hard throbbing dick down my throat and push my nose into his pubes. I came back up for a breath and then went down again, my head buried in his crotch and my chin making contact with his balls. He held me down there with his hand, while I gagged loudly and tried to lick to the best of my abilities, while he throbbed inside of me, I could tell he was close to the edge.

Just as I was positive he was either going to cum or I was going to pass out, he pulled his penis out of my mouth. I sucked down a gulp of air as he explained, "I want you to cum before I finish." Jacob got down on the side of the bed and onto his knees as I swung my legs around and sat up, still trying to catch my breath. 

There was already a severe tent in my sweatpants, so he pulled away all my layers and exposed my dick, which stood in contrast with his slightly darker member. My dick was thin and shaved, and paler than his. He gave my hairless balls a quick work over and then worked my shaft with his lips and tongue. Being that I was already worked up from servicing him, it was within a matter of minutes I knew I was ready. Just as I was about to cum, I tried to say "Jake, I'm going to-" and was cut off as he suddenly deepthroated me to the hilt. I came hard, and for longer than I ever had. Jacob stayed with his lips pressed to my base, and through my moans of ecstasy, I could hear him steadily gulping.

Without missing a drop, he withdrew from my dick, smiled at me and stood up. I got off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. "My mouth is yours to use" I said, and opened my jaw wide for an offering. He accepted my invitation by shoving his cock into my mouth and thrusting it against my cheek. He rubbed it against the inside of my mouth for a while, stretching my lips while I licked it, until he held my head straight on with his cock. He slowly pushed my face down until my nose was once again buried in his pubes and against his firm core. I slid my tongue out and licked the middle of his nuts while he held me to his junk.

He withdrew his cock slightly and thrust it back in several times, each time getting faster. He forced himself into me over and over while I began to tear up and drool down my chin. He finally pulled his dick out of my mouth and held it upwards and began to jack off. I took point and furiously sucked and licked his balls. He began to lower his cock again. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue with my mouth held wide. He placed his cock head on the tip of my tongue and continued to jack himself off for another thirty seconds until he exploded.

I felt my mouth fill with his warm, thick cum and then felt it on my entire face. My whole face was plastered with cum, and my mouth was filled to the brim. He rubbed his cock all over my face and before I had started to swallow my mouthful, he bent down to kiss me.



Warm Night



Note: Sorry because of my grammar! English is not my native language, so please be understanding because of the faults! Thanks! 

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Since we broke with my boyfriend, I didn't go out. The problem wasn't that, it's over. I knew this relationship won't hold forever. In the beginning, we start it both with that, it will hold till it hold. And till it hold, we will enjoy it. And there was nothing problem with it.

But I didn't understand it in this aspect too. Why he want to end this relationship? Why now? Why so sudden? It hadn't got any promotion. Just one day he stood in front of me, and said, he want to talk with me, and a moment later he said, it's over. And that's it.

I won't lie. I was shocked. Of course, he started with a common bull shits. We don't match to each other, and he have to give a chance to me to find my happiness, to find the One, and he don't want to be a barrier. He don't want me to stay forever alone just because of him.

But beg you pardon! I'm 23. I have got enough time to find the man with whom I want to live in my entry life. Just say that, he has got another girl! Probably I would be mad and cry for a time, because I'm not enough good for him, and why this bitch is better then me. I know about myself, after a this kind of news, I would be shocked. But it won't hold for a long time. Than I would see, that's the better way, because we knew in the beginning, we are together just till we find someone who really match with us.

But he didn't say anything so. No other girl and no else. Just we don't match and other bull shits. And that was the problem. If there is another girl, it would take just some hours and I would understand it, maximum some days. But this...

At the end my best friend got me, to go out. Kinga was always very close to me. She cared about me when I was under, and she celebrated with me when I was happy. She was just like my sister.

It was an important point in my list to agree when he pleased to go with her to a party. It was in the middle of the summer. It was a very hot evening in July. And I just lay in my apartment in Pest. I hadn't got any reason to say no, and when I saw her smiling face and begging blue eyes, to be honest, I didn't want to.

She said to me, I will find a dozen of guys there for myself, who will be really better than that asshole. Of course I just smiled, but I didn't believe it. Because when I'm with her, I have got no choice.

Kinga was young and gorgeous. Of course with my 23 years I wasn't an old lady too. And she is just one year younger than me, but sometimes, when I see her shining skin, silky a bit wavy blonde hair that goes a bit under her shoulder, shining girly eyes and never ending smile, I feel, I'm a hundred years old harridan. And if it doesn't enough, she has got a really hot temperature too. She was just like a toy car, which runs with hundreds of miles through the room till it has got a little energy. And Kinga had got a lot of energy. And of course, she could sleep so much and gobble so fast, as someone who didn't eat anything in a year or so.

But when we see the fact, she ate so much as a half football team, and in a time I ate my normal menu, and when we see the fact, after a nightlong party she sometimes slept till noon, I couldn't imagine that, how could she have a so gorgeous body.

She was so tall and slim as a cat. She has got oiled color skin that just sat tight in her muscles. And when in the morning (that meant often eleven a clock or so) she got up with stretching, she seemed really as a lazy cat.

So I should have to fight with it? I should try to seduce a guy, when I know, they couldn't stop seeing Kinga's angelic body, that was now, if it is possible, more visible in her glistering, straining silver clothe, staining to her breasts, that let her shoulders free in the warm summer evening, and let a view to her décolletage, and it took not so much to see her panties between her legs?

"Come on, sis!" she hugged me giggling, when I murmured something about that under my nose.

Sis. Little sis. She called me always in this way. Perhaps that was a mode too to make me feel, I'm not so bad too. She made me feel with it, I'm the younger not she.

"She is gorgeous too" she said.

I must smile on it. I didn't want to disagree. Perhaps we couldn't be more different to each other, so, in one hand, I wasn't surprised, she sees my long straight black hair, that is around as long as hers, brown eyes, my skin, that is a bit darker than hers, and my small lips so beautiful as I see hers. In the other hand, if she is more beautiful than me, the difference is so big between us, it didn't mean anything.

The only important thing, which was the same in both of us, was our bodies. She was taller than me with some inches, but are figure was so similar, we could wore each others clothes.

So Kinga let no objection for me. I couldn't say that too, I have got no appropriate clothes (because I couldn't go to a party in Budapest in a bikini, and I had no other clothes, in which I don't boil in this heat.) She threw a slim black clothes to me, that covered around nothing from my body, because with enough light, everybody could see through it, that, you could imagine, with a small clothes, that goes just to the middle of my thighs and has around no cover for my breast, means not so much, that could people not see in normal ways too.

But when I would like to disagree, she didn't le me speak. She stacked to that, I wear this clothes. And there was enough dark in the night too, nothing to be viewable, that I wouldn't like to.

I believed it to her and, despite I didn't want to go to a party, I picked up the clothes and let her, to pull me out to the warm night of Budapest.

When we entered into the half-covered room, we immediately attacked by the pulsating music and the rhythmically vertiginous crowd. There were a lot of guys, as Kinga promised. All of them were tall, muscular and handsome. But I wasn't interested in none of them. They were cute and so, but after the break with my former boyfriend I wouldn't like to flirt with someone and run all the circles, without that the sex after a wild night has got no sense. And in a this kind of party, I shouldn't wait for anything else.

And then I behold her. I just look to the bar for a minute, but after that I physically couldn't break my look from that girl, who relied on the wooden bar in her stretch red cocktail dress and sip her drink.

Yes. She was a girl. I didn't understand too, but as I behold her, I felt as I got a hit to my breasts. My heart ran, my muscles stretched, my knees shacked and I gasped. I wanted her. I haven't got better world for it. I saw here and immediately I wanted her. I wanted this girl.

I never felt like this before. Of course I know lesbian and bisexual girls and I imagined myself with another girl too. When I glanced through Kinga, in my better days I could understand that girls, who become wet from the look of such a bomb woman. But I couldn't imagine to really want a girl. I never thought that, in my dreams not too, to want a girl.

But now it happened. I just stood there and state her, and I felt like the time had been frozen.

Kinga didn't notice anything about it, or if she noticed, she pulled me to the middle of the crowd because of that.

We started to dance. It was surprising, but I enjoyed the party. The guys queued to dance with me and to get a chance, just for a minute, to touch me. I was impressed by their endeavor and in another situation I would evaluate it (with a flirtatious smile, with a wink, or something so), but no now.

I saw just her all the time. I saw just the girl next to the bar. She sat there yet and I couldn't break my look away from her. She had got stretched buttocks, shapely, full, but not so huge breasts, long legs, that were crossed next to the bar stool. She made me so wild, I thought, I will have an orgasm right there just because of seeing her. Her drinks sups glistered on her full lips, and when se sweep her wavy hazel hair from hair face, my hart hit a huge. Her little snug nose seemed to be perfect in her beautiful face, and when se dropped her deer eyes to me, I thought, I melt because of the desire.

Se noticed me. She noticed that, I stared her. I saw it in her eyes, when our look met for a moment. Oh, my God! She had got such an angelic look! And when she noticed me, a huge smile appeared on her face.

I felt the wetness between my legs and my pussylips began to pulsate. I know that, I blushed, but I didn't want her to notice it. I turned away quickly, but than I noticed, I behave as a stupid bitch.

When I turned back, she didn't see to me already. She just sipped her drink again. Perhaps I just dreamt it. It was just an evil joke of my mind.

Beat out of your head! I said to myself. After all, this is madness, I thought, but than she turned to me again, and my groin started to pulsate again.

I don't know how much time it took. It took perhaps an hour, or just some minutes. I tried to enjoy the party. I tried to flirt with the guys and searched Kinga with my eyes. She fully enjoyed the party, and when she noticed, I stare her, she just smiled, or winked to me.

But I couldn't forget that girl. I was just interested in her. That red cocktail dressed black haired angel.

I felt, my panties become fully wet because of my fantasies, and my hart hit so fast, I can't tolerate it. I said to Kinga, I go to the ladies room for a moment. I referenced to that, I justifying my makeup. But the truth was that, I wanted to rest for a moment, before I pass out.

I staggered out of the crowd, than relied to the wall and blow the air out of my lungs. My legs hurt in my high-heels. Oh, shit! This is madness! Surely she was just impressed because of my look. She was just impressed because of the fact, an other girl noticed her beauty. That's all. Probably she didn't smile to me too. I just dreamt that.

Beat out of your head! I said to myself and went thought to the ladies room. But when I take my hand to the latch, the door opened, and she come out.

Our look met, and we both froze for a moment. The corridor was empty. The sound of the party came just from far away, but I didn't hear it, and I saw, she doesn't hear it too. For a long moment we just stare each other. Oh, my God! I could stare these seductive eyes forever.

Then suddenly, in the most unexpected minute, she stepped in front of me and kissed my lips.

My hart hit so fast, I thought, it will jump out of my chest. Her soft lips touched mines as fresh flower petals. Her arms hugged my waist.

My arms automatically moved, when her entire body touched my. For a long moment I just flied in the eternal desire, and I could just after a moment kiss her back, and hugged her waist too. My hands went to her bottom against my will, but... What I say? Of course, it wasn't against my will. I wanted it so bad.

I noticed, she began to smile in the caress of our kiss, and her tongue opened my lips and found its way to my mouth.

My pussylips pulsate strongly. It was around so fast as the hit of my hart. During our kiss her small hands caressed my entire body that my little clothes let free. I couldn't control myself and gripped her buttocks, but, it looks like, she went wild because of it. She hugged me stronger, and our lips melted to each other.

We stood their for minutes that seemed to be an eternity. We just kissed and caressed each other. I felt, the air boil around us.

Probably she felt it too, because, against the fact, it was obvious, she doesn't what to stop it, she pulled her head away. During that she hugged me strong, she leaned to my ear.

"Would you like to come with me?" she whispered.

Oh, my God! Her voice was probably more beautiful than her body. It was seductive, soft and silky.

I couldn't speak. I just gasped and felt myself like a damn teenager in love with the hottest guy of the school and when he at last step in front of her, she couldn't say any intelligent sentence. This is madness. This is simply madness. I wanted her so bad, that simply hurt. At last I could lastly say something.

"I couldn't" I said, but my hart almost broke. "I'm not alone."

"I don't mind" she whispered and pulled her nails through my back and pushed her groin to mine. "Bring your boyfriend too!"

"No boyfriend" I gasped. "I'm with my girlfriend."

She pulled her head away and looked to my eyes, but her hands touched my back yet too, and our groins melted to each other too. I saw the consternation in her eyes. 

"Just friend" I said quickly. "My best friend."

"She will obviously forgive it" she whispered.

"Yep..." I agreed. "But I can't do this with her."

I felt myself guilty. Kinga brought me here. She stack to it, to come to this party together. She obviously become mad because of the happiness if I go away with a guy, but it was not the same. I must speak with her. I knew I have to call here too.

"Okay" she smiled again and gave a pack to my lips. "Bring her too! Just do it quickly!"

I felt the impatience and the unstoppable desire in her voice. I understand it so well. I wanted her so bad too.

I could just hardly let her go to find Kinga as quick as possible. When I find her at last I gaped so bad, I couldn't speak. At last I just said the note worlds of the story, then immediately I asked her "Do you come, or not?"

I saw in her face, she was shocked. There wasn't disgust in her look. She didn't sentenced me, despite of the fact, as I, she wasn't with a girl yet, but I knew well, in a theory, she doesn't rule out the possibility to enjoy this kind of enjoyment. But now... I didn't know what would I say in a this kind of situation, if she comes to me to say, she wants a girl and would like to go with her... to sleep with her. I felt her dilemma, but now I simply couldn't wait.

"Do you come, or not?" I repeated. "I want that girl!"

Of course it wasn't obligatory for none of us. She wasn't my chaperon, who has to follow me everywhere and she wasn't my husband too, to please her permission. And, of course, she could simply say no to it. She could as well wish fun for us if she doesn't want to sleep with another girl. But se felt so, she has to do this, so, at last, she nodded.

The next few minutes spent so fast so I don't remember so much about them. To see back, I can't tell that, what' really happened. I remember just that, ten minutes later we were in the car and go to her apartment.

Quick introduction: Her name was Andi and she were student. She lived in a small apartment is Buda. Her roommates traveled home for the summer, and she feel herself alone, so she came to the party.

I couldn't wait for her to stop the car in front of the building and we ran up on the narrow stairs, than she searched her key with shaking hand in her handbag and opened the door.

Our lips met right in the hall. Kinga just blinked as she saw us with opened mouse as Andi put her hand under my clothes and quick pull down my wet panties and throw away, and than she pushed her fingers to my hungry pussy. I moaned loudly during this beautiful angel kissed my neck and key bone.

We walked uncoordinated but purposefully to the bedroom of the little apartment, where we were welcomed by the huge king sized bed. I was jealous for a moment for the girls, who could sleep in the same bed with this heavenly angel, but than, when her lips stack again to my mouth and her tongue wondered through, my imagines immediately went away. After all now she is hugging me and kissing me and her hand is between my thighs. So what else should I ask for?

During that Kinga just saw us with embarrassment in her eyes. She seemed as the host, who let just after a long begging for two friends with full of desire to explore each other in her apartment. She closed the door quickly, then stopped in the door of the bedroom, biting her low lip and stared us.

"Your friend is a bit shy, he?" smiled Andi when she could let my mouth away for a moment, but then, not waiting for the answer, she started to kiss my neck.

"Not at all" I moaned because of the enjoyment that she gave to me with her fingers in my pussy. I whispered, but I didn't know, Kinga hear us or nor. "She is just embarrassed."

Andi lifted her head and stared to my eyes with questioning look. Her fingers came out from my pulsating pussy for a moment, so I get some control to answer. As I looked at Kinga in the corner of my eyes, I didn't see a sign of understanding on her, but, despite of that, I turned my voice down. I spoke just enough loud, to Andi, who was just some inches away from my face could hear it.

"I was never with a girl before... And se wasn't too... I would be embarrassed too if she called me with her and another girl."

I forced a smile to my face and she understood it immediately.

My hart broke when she lifted her upper body and pull her hand out of my thighs, but our naked legs crossed yet, that caused a huger enjoyment to me than a kiss of either guy.

That was more painful to me, when Andi lifted her arm in the direction of Kinga and smiled to her. I was jealous but enjoyed the game.

Kinga bit her lower lip again, then, with a bit hesitation, stepped to us. We had got a special connection, so I felt her embarrassment and fear and I know what does it mean for her when she lifted her shaking hand and put it to Andi's.

But this wild cat didn't hesitate. She reduced the small hand immediately, pulled her to herself and pushed her lips, that a minute before caressed mines, to my friends mouth.

My hart screamed because of the jealousy, but I enjoyed the view too as Kinga, after a moment of surprising, melt in Andi's kiss, Her quick fingers went through the wavy hair.

I smiled when I figured out something. I sat up on the bed, and took of the little cocktail dress from Andi's breasts. Oh, my God! What a wonderful view! Her boobs was absolutely perfect. Some people would say them small, but I could never understand, what is so good in the boobs that are so huge as melons. Andi's breasts were amazingly gorgeous. They were the most one gorgeous that the nature could give to a girl. I felt, I could have an orgasm right here right now as I pushed my face between them.

Andi moaned and her hand found its way again to my pussy. I moaned too and as her slim fingers went to me, at last, the eternal joy conquered my body. Kinga pulled away her lips from Ani's and looked as my face reflected a joy inside my body. I saw her just dimly, but I could imagine perfectly the consternation that was on her face when she saw, how huge orgasm I got from another woman.

When I was finally let away by the delirious momentum, my head become again clear. I stared Andi and for a moment it was so, as if I said that, let's show it to her too. Andi understood it. She turned to Kinga and smiled.

She take here hand to the clothes that starched on Kinga's stomach, then slowly pushed down and entered under the edge of the cloth. I saw in the quivers of my friends face when Andi's hand entered to her panties and I understood in the smile of this wild cat, my little shy friend is absolutely wet.

Kinga laid next to me and closed her eyes. She moaned as she enjoyed the work of Andi's fingers. And this angelic beauty now had an opportunity again to lean to me and kiss me.

Our tongues fought a heroic bottle in our mouths, and Kinga writhed and moaned next to me because of Andi's touch. Then finally she screamed loudly because of the eternal joy. We stopped kissing and just stared her. I saw the glistering in my friends eyes, that shined in that blue sea eyes, when, after a long night spent with sex she appear at last, crumpled and disheveled, but with the eternal happiness in her eyes.

Andi looked to me and our look met for a moment. It was so as she asked a permission from me. I nodded and saw as Andi climbed down from mean and jumped to Kinga. She take of her clothes with experienced moves. It didn't take much than a minute, then my little Kinga laid their completely naked. Her eyes closed, her hands reduced her own hair and she moaned.




Warm Night



Andi quickly took her own clothes off then jumped to Kinga and sucked, kissed and bit her body. I couldn't control myself and my fingers quickly find their way to my pussy.

When I touched my pulsating pussylips, I felt the growing heat in my body, so I quickly took of the rest of my clothes too and relied my naked back to the wall in the edge of the bed. I caressed my own pussy during I stared Andi's head between Kinga's thighs.

It took just some minutes with the twitches of Kinga's body, then she screamed again loudly and her muscles stretched under her skin.

Andi then turned my friends body and with a presumptuous move she pushed her face to her ass.

Kinga moaned loudly and I was so full of desire because of the view, I felt I had to give a prize to this angelic beauty for the joy she gave to both of is. So I laid quickly to my back and cautiously lifted her waist. She helped to me and let me to push my body under hers and push my face between her tights.

I caressed the pussy of a girl first time in my life, but I knew I do it well, because Andi moaned satisfied. I heard it clearly through Kinga's moans too. And what could be better evidence for it than that when Andi's body starched because of the joy.

But she didn't stop her work on Kinga. She pushed her hands under the blonde girls body, and started to lick her pussy. And when her orgasm came, Kinga screamed because of her third orgasm too.

I stared as she laid on the bed fully exhausted. Obviously Andi saw it too, because she let her to rest and she gave now my price for my work and to compensate me because she was busy with Kinga. And of course I was the first whit whom she wanted to have sex.

We kissed wildly and caressed each others back. The heat of the summer night brought sweet to our bodies and our wet bodies stretched to each others. As my pulsate pussy touched hers I felt the heat in my body and I screamed because of the joy. But she held me and kissed my neck as my tears went through my face because of the happiness.

Finally I felt Andi to lift from me. I opened my eyes and looked as she stared me. During that Kinga come back and blinked to us.

I waited for Andi to go to her again till I rest a bit. (I don't know how could be so much energy in one person. The always moving Kinga laid and rest next to us too, but Andi was still up.) But now she didn't move. And then suddenly blinked to me with her dear eyes and shivering ran through my spine as I understood what she thinks.

I turned to Kinga who, visibly, didn't understand anything from this dumb conversation. She just stared us and didn't understand why we finised.

She was so cute. She was my cute little Kinga. I didn't think to anything as I let Andi to go and went to Kinga, who turned to me lazily. I hesitated for a moment, than put my lips to hers.

She followed the move of my mouth obediently. I felt, I'm shivering. I didn't dare to push my tongue to her mouth, so just our lips danced, as I felt Andi's look on our body. Because of that I got some more brave. I pushed my body between Kinga's legs and touched her naked pussy with my tongue.

It was a strange feeling to lick my best friends pussy. I didn't think to it that time too when we entered to the apartment and began to explore each others body with Andi. But as this wild cat stared us I felt brave to work harder and harder with my tongue on Kinga's pussy. It made Kinga shivering and moaning. Then finally, when I felt the orgasm is not so far I hugged her and pushed my pulsating pussy to hers and now I pushed my tongue to her mouth.

The orgasm hit both of us and we pushed our fingers to each others back as we shaked because of the desire.

Through the night we gave immeasurable joy to each other with Andi. Kinga took her part less and less often. I got to know, despite of the fact, she have got so much energy during the day, in the night she have to sleep.

We had sex with Andi fast in the whole night and just when the first lights of the sun caressed our body went to sleep in each others arms.

In the next morning (morning through the worlds of Kinga) I opened my eyes when I smelt so delicious scents that made my stomach tightening. Andi cooked some breakfast. As she stand there just in panties and a huge shirt that stack to her sweaty skin I wanted her again so much. When she smiled to me I felt, the whole world is mine.

Kinga laid still on her stomach and slept naked next to me. Her disheveled blonde hair lay around her head as a fan. I couldn't get enough from her view. She was obviously as a little cat that sleep after a very long day. She is my little cat, Kinga.

When she got up, she ate third more scrambled eggs as Andi and I, but we didn't mind it.

On the next days there were something strange distancing between us with Kinga. I suspected this is because of that night. But, of course, I didin't suspect, because our relationship was so deep, I could see it in her eyes.

She looked to me embarrassed through some days when we met. She couldn't process that night when I made an orgasm for her with my tongue.

It took some days till she could speak about it and the result was a perhaps more hot night, but that time there was just she and I. But this is another story.

Kinga and I are still together, but we said that, we are now just friends too let the way for the guys, who don't mind that, if there is sometimes an opportunity for a threesome. And, of course, our door is always open for Andi with whom we meet often too. Sometimes just she and I, sometimes just she and Kinga, sometimes all three of us have a fun with each other remembering to the first wonderful night of July and make a summer night in the coldest winter too. 



Warm Poesie



'n Kort verhaal, 'n eerste verhaal

Ek wil graag my eerste bydrae maak en ek hoop julle geniet dit!

Ek is 35 lank en lenig Blond met blou oë, 95kg en baie fiks. Ek is 'n praktiserende prokureur in die noordelike provinsie. 

"Jan" hoor ek my sekretaresse Helen roep terwyl haar hakke hoorbaar oor die keramiek vloer klik klak in die rigting van my kantoor. Sy klink erg benoud, so ek wag dat sy eers in die kantoor is voor ek opkyk.

Wat is fout Helen? Vra ek voordat sy iets weer sê.

Jy gaan my doodmaak!

Hoekom het jy water oor die rekenaar uitgegooi? 

Nee veel erger, ek wens ek kan net verdwyn! Sê sy half snikkend.

Bedaar nou! Jy weet ek haat kermende vrouens! Toe uit daarmee!

Ek het jou nuwe GTR gekrap met my kar..... Sy loer stilweg na my maar hou haar snikke stil om my nie verder kwaad te maak nie.

JY HET WAT GEDOEN? Bulder ek uit en sien hoe sy haarself kleiner maak. Ek moet haar net terloops beskryf, Sy is fyn en klein met 36c borsies en baie mooi stywe boudjies. Haar ligte mini rompie flap liggies om haar seksie bo bene. Haar welgevormde kuite eindig in mooi paar hoë hakke. Sy het ligte geel dun katoen toppie aan en ek sien haar borste vul die stywe bloesie mooi. Sy het vuilblond hare soos Jennifer Aniston met groot onskuldige oë.

Ek het jou kar gestamp, ek bedoel gekrap. 

Wat is fout met jou oë kan jy nie deur jou voorruit sien nie? Vra ek baie ongeduldig.

Ek wil self sien, bulder ek terwyl ek opspring! 

Sy spring verward agterna en probeer by my langtree bly oppad na die motor afdak.

Ek begin sommer weer kook toe ek die lang silwer skraap aan die bakwerk van my GTR sien.

WAT HET JOU BESIEL HELEN? Vra ek luidkeels terwyl ek my hande op haar skouers sit en in haar oë gluur.

Sy begin snik en sluk aan 'n antwoord.

In my kantoor! Nou!

Ek loop op en af en beskou die skade terwyl sy met haar hoë hakke in die kantoor in hardloop.

Ek besluit ek moet myself in toom hou en stap afgemeet in na my kantoor.

Ek sluk amper my tong in as ek die deur oopmaak in my kantoor en ek vind haar poedelnakend op haar knieë langs my lessenaar en haar klere opgevou op die stoel.

"Ek sal enige iets doen moet my net nie afdank nie" sê sy bewerig met groen ogies wat op na my kyk. Ek sien haar groot tepels wat in lieflike donkerbruin uitstaan op haar melkwit borste wat punt in die wind staan. Haar poesie loer onskuldig onder 'n ligte deursigtige blonde donskombersie wat netjies geknip is. Ek kan haar binnelippies netnet sien uitsteek saam met die punt van haar klittie.

My alter ego skop onmiddelik in en ek vergeet sommer van die erge skade.

Draai om en staan op en hou jou enkels vas en moenie laat los nie. Beveel ek haar.

Sy reageer onmiddelik en ek sien weer haar ligte deursigtige donskombersie met pienk lippies wat effens ooptrek en haar klittie vertoon. Sy buig voor oor ek sien haar poesie verder ooptrek en haar bruinpienk gaatjie vir my loer.

Ek voel my penis stokstyf teen my broek vasskop.

So wat kan jy my gee? Vra ek haar.

Dit is duisende rande se skade, sê ek in 'n sarkastiese ondertoon.

Ek het nie geld nie....ek kan net myself gee...ek sal jou seksslavin wees.... Sê sny snikkend. Ek weet sy het nie iemand in haar lewe nie want ek laat haar lang ure werk.

Ek dink dit is nie genoeg nie! Jy sal jouself vir 'n jaar moet gee sonder enige teenstand maar vandag sal jy dit letterlik en figuurlik aan jou bas moet voel! 

Enige iets ek voel so sleg oor ek jou kar gekrap het. Ek sal selfs 'n kontrak teken en my teen jou afteken.

Ek gaan jou goed gebruik en ek wil geen teenstribbeling hoor nie! Jou poesie en jou gat en jou mond en tiete behoort aan my! Verstaan jy? Maar jy gaan dit aan daai seksie bas ook voel! Ek dink jy moet 'n pakslae kry op paaiemente eenmaal 'n week vir die volgende jaar! En as jou boudjies nie die boodskap goed genoeg oordra nie gaan ek jou poesie en tieties goed inspan. Wat dink jy? 

Asseblief maak met my wat jy goeddink ek is vreeslik jammer.

Ek gaan jou boudjies warm maak en as jy nie stilstaan of keer gaan jou poesie en tieties dit ontgeld! Ek klap haar boudjies sommer met die intrapslag en sy spring op van die verrassing. My hand het 'n mooi rooi patroon oor haar boudjies gelos. Ek is jammer Jan sê sy as weer haar enkels gryp.

Staan stil! Ek het jou gewaarsku! Jou poesie gaan nou betaal met 5 houe! Sit op die tafel en trek jou bene oop en hou dit oop! 

Sy gaan lê op haar rug en trek haar bene oop met haar kniee langs haar gesig en haar voete teen mekaar.

My hand vlieg en tref haar poesie reg tussen die binnelippies wat ooptrek en nat en warm om my vingers vou. Sy snak na haar asem maar lê doodstil. Ek klap haar poesie weer en my middelvinger tref haar klittie en ek hoor haar snak na haar asem. Weer en weer herhaal ek dit en ek sien hoe haar poesie se bek sappies lek. Ek druk 3 vingers diep in haar gaatjie en voel hoe haar nat warm sagte kante saam met haar sappies om my vingers skommel. Ek voel hoe sy haar bekken teen my vingers vasdruk. Ek druk die vierde vinger in en sien hoe haar poesie om my hand span en haar klittie pen orent nou uitsteek. Sy is so jags en my hand gly gemaklik in en uit. Ek druk diep in haar ek laat my duim ingly as ek 'n vuis binne haar nat poesie maak.

Moet ek aangaan? Vra ek vir haar. Sy kyk my in die oë en verander nie haar posisie nie. Sy beweeg vanself op en af op my vuis, wat diep in haar poesie wegraak.

Ja asseblief Jan ek is so jammer, maar jy moet doen wat jy moet ek is nou joune.

Ek trek my vuis met 'n plop uit en sien hoe haar poesie vir 'n oomblik oop bly en dan stadig toetrek.

Ek trek my ritsluiter af en trek my penis uit wat polsend soos slang na sy prooi soek. Sy kyk en sê, Jy is massief Jan!

Ek kyk haar in haar oë en druk om eenslag tot diep binne. Ek voel hoe haar poesie nat en warm saamtrek.

Ek begin haar hard en diep naai.

Dan skielik spuit ek haar vol saad. Ek trek uit en druk my penis in haar mond en sê, "Suig skoon!" 

Sy suig met haar seksie mond en ek kry ,n stoute glimlag.

Helen jy tik nou 'n kontrak soos hier ooreengekom en bring dat ek dit teken. Ek sal van nou af vir jou sê wat jy moet aantrek en ek wil geen teenstribbeling hê nie!

Los jou klere hier!

Ja meneer sê sy poedelnakend na haar lessenaar loop om die kontrak te tik.

Word vervolg...



Warm Poesie 02



Dag 2 Helen se submissie.

Ek is die volgende oggend vroeg by die werk. Ek hoor die skuifhek oopgaan en sien hoe my sekretaresse met haar Golf in ry. Sy gaan parkeer in die hoek van die perseel nie op haar gewone parkeerplek onder die sonskerm waar ek en sy gewoonlik parkeer nie.

Ek bel haar op haar selfoon voordat sy ten volle parkeer het. Sy antwoord die foon en ek sien hoe sy begin uitklim met die foon tussen haar oor en skouer vasgeknyp. Sy het n ligte groen toppie aan en donker groen satyn minirompie aan. 

"Helen Goeiemore" se ek in die foon vir haar. "Wag net voor jy verder gaan se ek dadelik. Sy kom tot stilstand ek na my kantoor venster met groot oe. "Trek jou romp uit en los dit in jou kar se ek vir haar oor die foon. 

Ek sien hoe sy stilstaan soos n standbeeld en dan stadig begin om haar kar se deur oop te maak. Sy maak haar gespe op die rompie los en laat dit val op die grond voordat sy uitklim en dit optel en opgevou in die kar sit.

"Helen" se ek weer in die foon. "Ja Meneer" vra sy. "Het jy n broekie aan?" vra ek haar weer oor die foon. "Ja meneer" antwoord sy half skaam en skuldig. "Trek hom dadelik uit! en kry jouself in my kantoor dadelik" se ek baie ferm.

Ek sien hoe sy die broekie vinnig afpluk en in die proses hak dit aan haar een skoen vas. Sy maak haar kar deur toe en gryp die broekie sommer so in die loop en frommel dit in haar hand.

Ek verlustig my aan haar seksie onderlyf wat so mooi in die vroegoggend son vertoon. Ek merk ook dan dat sy haar lieflike blonde donsie kombers op haar poesie afgeskeer het. Ek hoor hoe sy in die gang afkom as haar hakke kloppend oor die teelvloer klop.

Sy kom vinnig in my kantoor in met haar hande voor haar poesie beskermend gevou. 

Ek beveel haar om haar hande langs haar sy te staan en reg langs my lessenaar te kom staan. 

"Aan wie behoort jy? vra ek baie streng aan haar. "Aan U meneer" antwoord sy saggies. 

Ek skuif die kwotasies van die skade aan my Nissan GTR wat sy die vorige dag met haar kar gekrap het oor sodat sy dit kan lees.(Sien Warm Poesie wat voorheen geplaas is) 

"Dit is baie geld Meneer!" se sy saggies en bewend. 

"Ja dit is baie geld en ek moet dit betaal" se ek streng vir haar.

"Maar ons het mos n reeling want jy kan dit mos nie in geld bekostig nie, is dit nie so nie Helen?"

"Ja Meneer ek het myself en my lyf aan u gegee"

Ek laat haar oor my lessenaar en ek haal n groot houtlepel wat ek die vorige middag gekoop het. "Ek gaan jou liggies opwarm vir die dag en jy moet stil le anders gaan ek jou poesie en tepels laat ontgeld." Sy druk haar bolyf styf teen die lessenaar se blad vas. Ek laat my hand tussen haar sexy klein boude ingly en ek trek my vinger van die bokant van haar slootjie tot agter oor haar bruinpienk oog. Ek voel hoe sy sidder. Ek vat die houtlepel en raps haar twee vinnige rapse een op elke boud. Sy span haar kuite en boudspiere saam maar staan stil. Ek raps haar dan net in die waai van die bobeen net onder haar poesie en sy hou hand skielik beskermend oor haar boude.

"Helen" se ek kwaai. "Ek het gese jy moet stilstaan" Ek draai haar om en tel haar op en sit haar neer op die leer enkelbank met haat bene oor die armleunings en trek haar boude tot op die punt van die bank. Ek sien hoe sy grootoog na my kyk en dan skaam se "ek is jammer meneer" 

"Ja jy is reg, jy gaan baie jammer wees" se ek vir haar. Ek se dan vir haar dat aangesien haar hande wil help gaan sy nou haaar poesie lippies oophou en sy gaan 10 rapse met houtlepel op haar poesie en klit aftel. Sy reageer dadelik en maak met haar mooi sexy hande met lang rooi naels haar poesie lippe mooi wyd oop. Ek druk die houtlepel teen haar poesie en vryf hom oor haar arrogante klittie wat penorent staan.

Ek laat nie op my wag nie en piets haar hard op haar klittie wat regop staan en vir my tart. "Eeeeen" tel sy hard. Weer piets ek haar maar op die poesie se donker gaatjie. "Tweeeeee ouch meneer" se sy amper huilerig. "Moet ek ophou?" Vra ek haar. Sy skud haar kop heenweer en se "Nee meneer ek skuld u 8 op my poesie vir nou en meer as u so voel"

Ek raps haar skielik 3 rapse agter mekaar en sy tel met asemsnikke vinnig as moontlik agter mekaar "3,4,5" Ek sien hoe die trane in haar oe opwel maar ek sien ook dat sy so skaam glimlag vir my. Ek raps haar weer vinnig 3 rapse met die laaste twee vol op haar klittie en sy tel "6,7....." Jy het een gemis se ek aan haar en piets haar n dubbel raps kort op mekaar op die poesie se gaatjie. Sy gooi haar kop terug met haar oe styf toegeknyp en se prewelend "Dankie Meneer dat u my gestraf het.

Ek voel hoe my slang in my broek wil ontplof. Ek se aan haar sy moet my afsuig. Sy kom dadelik op haar kniee voor my en maak my broek los en laat dit afsak. Sy begin my slang in haar keel afdruk en ek voel haar tong om hom op en af speel. Haar oe is waterig as effens stik as ek te diep in haar keel afgaan. Ek gryp haar kop en begin haar mond goed te spyker. Ek geniet die warm nat mond as sy haar lippe om die basis van my penis sluit.

Ek besluit ek wil haar bietjie spyker in haar poesie en tel haar op en druk oor die rugleuning van die leerbank. Ek druk my slang met een druk tot diep in haar poesie. Ek begin haar hard en diep spyker en ek hoor hoe sy hyg. Ek vat die houtlepel wat naby steeds le en wiks haar boudjies terwyl ek diep in haar stamp. Ek voel hoe sy ook begin terugstamp en dan hoe haar poesie onwillekeurig op my kom. Ek druk my duim diep in haar anus en ek spuit my kom diep in haar poesie in. 

Ek trek uit en kyk af en sien hoe sy met n glimlag omdraai en dan my penis begin skoonsuig. Sy kyk dan op en se "Dankie Meneer"

Sy staan op en draai om en se " Koffie meneer?"



Warm Poesie 03



Dag 3

Ek is weer die volgende oggend vroeg op kantoor aangesien ek heeldag in die hof gaan wees. Ek hoor die skuifhek oopgly en sien Helen se Golf inry. Sy stop weer in die hoek. Sy raak doenig met iets en klim nie dadelik uit nie. 

Sy maak haar kar deur oop en klim poedelnakend uit met haar klere netjies oor haar een arm terwyl sy haar kar sluit en rustig kaalbas kantoor toe stap. Ek volg haar deur die venster met my oë tot sy by die hoofingang ingaan.

Ek hoor haar besig raak in die kantoor kombuis en n rukkie later hoor ek haar hakke klikkend die gang afkom na my kantoor. Sy klop saggies en kom die kantoor binne met n koppie koffie in die hand.

Goeiemore meneer sê sy as sy koppie op my lessenaar neersit. Goeiemore Helen groet ek haar terug.

Sy staan terug met haar bene effens uitmekaar en haar hands langs haar sye. Ek sien hoe haar tepels styf kreukel agv vroegoggend koeligheid.

Ek gaan meeste van die dag uitwees so ek het gereel dat my kollega Annabelle jou vandag onder oë hou. Ons kan nie nog skade toelaat nie. Sy kyk effens onseker op en sê saggies " Ja Meneer"

Op daai oomblik ry Annabelle ook in die perseel in. Sy parkeer haar Porsche Cayman reglangs my GTR. Ek sien hoe sy haar lang swart hare terugflik oor haar skouers as sy uitklim. Sy het n goue satyn toppie met swart mini romp aan. Sy stap afgemeet die kantoor binne.

Annabelle stap die kantoor binne en loop tot langs my om my n drukkie en vinnige soen op die wang te gee. More Jan en is dit die flerrie wat geen respek het vir jou besittings nie? Sê vra sy terwyl sy Helen op en afbeskou.

Annabel ja dit is Helen my skuldige sekretaresse en lyfrente skuldenaar tot verdere kennisgewing. Jy moet maar goeie oog op haar hou en asseblief moet nie vergeet om haar goed vas te vat nie.

Annabel loop om Helen en sê sy moet haar tone raak. Helen buig dadelik af en doen soos gevra. Anabelle haal n rooi kers uit haar handsak en druk die basis halfpad in Helen se bruinoog gaatjie in. Sy spyker Helen eers met die kers. Helen staan doodstil. Annabelle steek die kers aan en kom sit op leerbank langs haar.

Sy kyk na Helen en sê " Staan nou mooi stil sodat ons lig op die saak kan werp. Ek sien hoe die warm was langs die kers afloop en om die basis poel op Helen se anus en sommige in haar poesie inloop en stol. Sy staan steeds stil maar ek hoor haar snak na haar asem. Annabelle haal nog n kers uit en steek hom aan met die kers wat reeds brand. Sy maak die was goed loperig en gooi n warm was uit oor helen se poesie. Sy drup dan eers op een tepel dan op ander tepel. Helen verloor haar balans en val om. Ek en Annabelle raas gelyk met haar. Helen ons het gesê staan stil! 

Sy kom weer in haar posisie, maar Annabel besluit om dit verander. Sy haal n tou uit haar sak en begin Helen se tiete styf bind sodat hulle penorent vorentoe staan. Daarna trek sy tou deur haar bene styf in haar poesie ingetrek en maak styf vas aan die tou wat omhaar borskas geknoop is. Ek sien hoe tou in haar poesie verdwyn. Annabelle trek dan op en hak tou aan hak agterdeur sodat Helen op haar tone moet staan om by te kom. Ek sien hoe haar klit langs tou uitsteek soos die tou nog meer in haar poesgleuf inspan. 

Ek staan op en vat my aktetas en soen Annabelle en loop die kantoor uit. 

Ek kom 4 ure later terug en sien Helen staan steeds agter deur met Annabelle besig met papierwerk by my lessenaar. Annabelle groet my en sê ek is net betyds. Sy staan op en hak Helen af. 

Jan sy was baie soet gewees en stil soos n muis. Soet muise verdien koek of wat dink jy? Ja ek stemsaam, moet sê ek was ook soet gewees. Annabelle maak die toue los en vryf Helen se tiete en poesie.

Sy gaan sit op bank wydsbeen en roep Helen nader. Kom kry jou koek liefie sê sy vir Helen. Helen gaan op haar kniee en begin Annabel se poesie lek.

Ek sak op my kniee agter Helen en druk my vinger in haar poesie en voel hoe nat sy is. Ek druk my voël in haar poesie en spyker haar hard en vinnig terwyl sy Annabel goed lek. Dan trek my voël uit en druk hom op in haar bruinoog gaatjie en spyker hard en diep. Ek hoor Helen en Annabel begin kom en ek voel Helen my vasknyp as ek haar vol kom spuit. 



Warm Poesie Kwadraat



Ek kry oproep een aand by die huis en sien dit is Helen wat skakel. Naand Helen wat skakel jy so laat?

Jammer Meneer ek is in die knyp, polisie wil my toesluit.

Wat te duiwel het jy nou aangevang? Raas ek deur die foon.

Meneer ek het gekuier by vriendin toe hardloop ons uit wyn uit en het toe gery om nog te gaan koop. Ons is albei by polisiestasie naby kantoor.

Ek is oppad maar dit gaan julle twee duur te staan kom! Sê ek en beeindig die oproep.

Ek is by die polisie so 35 minute later. Ek gaan praat met die bevelvoerderaan diens wat bereid is om die dames onder my sorg op n streng waarskuwing te laat gaan.

Ek stap na die houselle en vind my Helen en haar vriendin Karien met kort somersrokkies en sê hulle moet my volg en stil bly. Hulle loop bangerig agter my aan. By my kar stop Helen en trek haar broekie uit voor sy in kar klim. Karien vra verbaas hoekom sy dit doen. Helen kyk na my en sê dat sy nie broekies dra naby my nie want sy behoort aan my. Ek kyk na Karien en sê so jy ken die reels nou. Sy aarsel maar Helen loop agter haar om en pluk in een beweging haar broekie af tot op haar enkels. Ek hou my hand uit en hulle oorhandig hulle broekies aan my.

Klim in julle twee laat ons ry! Sê ek grommend.

Ek ry reguit terug na my huis. Ek stop in die motorhuis en laat die deure automaties toemaak. Hulle klim uit en Helen stamp Karien en wys sy moet uittrek. Karien aarsel maar net een kyk na my en sy trek rok uit en haal haar bra ook af.

Ek gaan haal enkel en pols leerbande met staalhakke uit my speelkamer en sit dit aan hulle ledemate. Ek vat hulle in die speelkamer in en laat hulle rug teen rug staan en maak hulle met tou vas sodat hulle boude en lywe styf teenmekaar vas is.

Ek verbind kabels aan die hakke op hulle arms en bene en hys hulle bene eerste in die lug terwyl ek hulle bene oopspan met verstelbare balk. Daarna maak ek hulle arms aan hakke aan die grond vas.

So wie se plan was dit om te ry Helen?

Karien sin meneer....sê sy met n verbasende helder stem. Ek kyk na haar en sien hoe haar oë vonkel en sy stout glimlag.

Ek vat n houtlepel en ek piets hulle elk op elke tepel. Karien skreeu kwaai op my.

Helen sê sy moet stil bly! Sê ek streng.

Stil Karien anders gaan hy net erger gaan.

Karien en Helen kon susters gewees het. Karien het so donkerblonde bos poesiekombersie. Ek kry my skeerstelletjie wat altyd byderhand is en begin haar poesie skoon skeer. Ek let op dat die dametjie lekker nat is tussen die lippies.

Daarna vat ek die houtlepel en kyk of ek altwee poesies gelyk kan rooiwarm piets. Ek sien hoe die poesies oopblom en mooi rooi raak. Die klitties staan penorent en vra mooi dat ek hulle ook piets. Ek piets hulle lekker warm en suig hulle en proe aan die twee poesies.

Dit is nou die lekkerste kelkie wyn vir my. Ek vat die karwats en piets hulle op hulle dye en met so hier en daar n houtjie op die borste en tepels en poesie.

So ek hoop ek het nou julle aandag? Vra ek aan hulle.

Weet julle wat ek vra per uur en veral na-ure asek mense by tronke moet gaan uithaal?

Dit is meer as wat ons kan betaal meneer sê Helen.

Karien hoe gaan jy betaal? Helen is so diep in die skuld en nou is dit nog meer.

Ek weet nie meneer kan ek ook ooreenkoms soos Helen aangaan. Ek het geen werk op die oomblik nie.

Julle sal maar hier moet intrek dat ek n oog op julle kan hou. Ek sal kyk dat jou rake kan gee om jou verder uit die moeilikheid te hou.

Dit is reg so... Snik Karien.

Ek vat twee kerse en smeer bietjie vaseline aan en druk elk in een van hulle bruinogies sowat 2duim diep in. Ek steek hulle aan en loop na die vrieskas en gaan haal ysblokkies. Ek begin ysblokkies in hulle poesies in te druk tot daar nie meer plek is nie.

Nou kan julle self besluit wat is die beste warm of koue agterente sê ek aan hulle. Ek hoor hoe hulle kort snak as die warm rooi was op hulle poesies loop.

Na so halfuur haal ek hulle af en ek vat hulle sitkamer toe en laat hulle oor die bank se agterkant lê. Ek plaas hulle oormekaar met Helen onder Karien.

Ek sink my voël in Helen se poesie in en spyker haar goed en daarna trek hom uit en spyker Karien. Die gevoel van die twee verskillende poesies is heerlik. Sy is so jags tenspyte van die hele gebeurtenis en ek besef hier is nog n submissiewe sletjie wat geluk by my lewenswyse gaan vind.

Ek spyker vir Helen daarna in die bruinogie wat steeds glad is van vaseline en direk uithaar in Karien se virgin gaatjie in. Sy snik na haar asem maar ek spyker tot sy begin huig van opgewondenheid. Ek kom as sy om my saamtrek.

Ek trek uit en sê terwyl ek kamer toe loop. Gaan stort en sorg dat julle in die bed is in 15 minute.....

Swerwerskroon ©2015 



Warm Reception



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Warm Snowfall



How I managed to convince the limo driver to give me his keys isn't important. What is important was that I found myself steering the midnight-black stretch through the teeth of another famous Boston snowstorm. The sunset, though quite breathtaking, wasn't helping, as it cast a golden glare across both my windshield and the mounds of blinding white on either side of the street.

It was all a formality, though. I was only in town to see one sight, after all, and she didn't yet know I had arrived.

Traffic abated grudgingly the further I moved from the airport, but eventually I found myself cruising at a brisk 78mph, shielding my eyes from oncoming headlights and ignoring the moronic waves of various passersby. I was a victim of acute tunnel vision, focused on the prize at the end of my journey. It didn't keep me from flipping the bird to a line of soccer-moms camping the left lane. I let such aggressions out in small increments, not wanting anything to build up that would keep me from being gentle with her.

Night had fallen completely by the time I pulled the limo into her driveway. I hesitated only slightly before adjusting the knot of my tie and stepping gingerly onto the powdered concrete. My mind raced with possibilities – What will I say? What will she say? Will I be able to withstand her presence without losing my mind?

Mere feet away, the door seemed to buckle in spacetime, appearing farther away than the distance that previously lay between us. I reached out, pierced the veil of that illusion and knocked lightly. I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, allowing the bitter chill to burn in my chest as I held it for several seconds. Footsteps echoed from the entry in measured strides. I felt my pupils contract as adrenaline seeped into my bloodstream.

"Hel –." The greeting was aborted before the second syllable had passed her lips. To be so close after so long...

"Howdy."

I haven't seen a sunrise in my life that measured anything close to the warmth of the smile that lit up her face. She stepped into the cold and pulled the front door closed behind her, lunging up into my waiting arms and taking the breath from me with a kiss that defied description. The heat of it, the electrical energy that was transferred between us, should have melted a circle in the slush at my feet. The moment of abandon was brief, though, and she quickly took me by the hand and pulled me back through the front door.

"The limo's here!" she called into the house.

"Limo?" a head poked around the corner. I waved, more of a sarcastic salute than anything warm. He nodded.

"Gratis," I said loudly as he disappeared from view, winking at the beautiful girl kneading my fingers between her own, "from a secret admirer."

My right hand snuck unconsciously around her waist, coming to rest above her hip. I felt her body tense as my fingers slid gently across the seamless fabric of her black dress, feathering lightly down the line dividing her abdomen and upper thigh. I watched as her eyes rolled upward under their lids, lips parting in quiet ecstasy.

Unwilling – or not yet ready – to push the envelope any further, I disappeared, returning to the overheated interior of the limousine where I used my thumb to rub away the sinful shimmer of lip gloss. I took the liberty of scribbling a heart on a generic bi-fold card before setting it atop the silver bucket of ice I had yet to put in the passenger quarters. The champagne sweating there looked good. I hoped she would enjoy it with me later. I snickered only a little as I placed it securely on one of the mini-bars, wondering with a wicked sneer how my treasured one's husband would react.

I had been reclining in the driver's seat for several minutes before there was a rap on the window. I opened my left eye and peered through the glass, rolling it down just far enough that she could see nothing at all.

"Ma'am?"

"Mike's finishing an email or something," she said, pouting at the small orifice through which I was forcing her to communicate. "How on Earth did you get a limo!?"

"Trade secret, m'dear," I replied with a wink, allowing the window to descend fully. "Plus, I don't want you to be an accomplice when I'm finally tracked down. Just do me a favor, k? Don't look in the trunk."

She shook her head and giggled beautifully, leaning through the window and gifting me with another kiss that transmitted nothing less than her body's need – for this was more than a simple, human desire – to become one with me in both body and spirit. The way my hands cupped her face and stroked her hair replied in kind, and we broke apart with much hesitation.

"You came here for me?" Her tone was one of disbelief rather than curiosity, but it dissolved into another musical laugh in short order. "Can I tell you something?"

"No," I said, "but you look like poetry."

Even though her figure was largely concealed by the heavy coat, the blush that migrated across her skin made her seem almost ethereal. Something within me fluttered like a caged bird. Snow whipped red hair across fair skin, but no amount of obscuring white could quench what burned within the cerulean rings of her eyes. Were I a weaker man, my soul would have evaporated as it drank in the image, leaving my body to expire in that cold driveway.

"Are you going to read me later?" Her original, intended question seemed to have been lost along the way. She was unbothered.

"Line by line, little Miss."

The mood was soured as her husband appeared, forcing our conversation to come to an end and compelling me to get out of the warm car to open the door for my passengers.

I restrained myself from shutting the door on one of his limbs, satisfying myself with a saccharine smile that caused the already sizeable frown on his face to deepen. I fiddled with many of the buttons on the console after returning to the cockpit, delighting myself by pressing a certain purple one over and over again as Mike's exclamations became less and less amused. The sound of my redhead's laughter caused me to punch six or seven at once, one of which opened the privacy glass behind me.

"...the fuck is this guy's deal?"

"I wasn't supposed to hear that, huh?" I said jokingly through the small aperture. "I apologize, but it's really hard to work all this shit when you're blind!"

Heather, the reason for my visit (and a large portion of my madness), lost it, laughing so hard that she slid out of the leather seat. Her husband was less than pleased.

"Can we get to the party now, maybe?" He spoke in a clipped manner, obviously far more annoyed than I imagined he would be after such trivialities.

"Sir!" I replied. "Could you give me the address once more, so I'm sure of our destination?"

He rambled off a string of numbers with a word or two, but I didn't hear any of it, lost as I was in the rearview mirror's view of Heather blowing me kisses. I smiled like I had Down's Syndrome, nodding like an idiot and pretending to punch coordinates into the navigation unit as I blithely ignored everything that came out of his mouth.

"Downtown it is!" I guessed, figuring that most of the decent New Year's Eve parties would be taking place thereabouts. "Do you have a particular musical preference, or is Swedish Melodic Doom Metal going to work."

"I'd rather –"

"I've never heard that," Heather interrupted. "Let's try it for a minute. We'll change it if it becomes obnoxious or something."

"Does the same go for the driver?" Mike asked.

"I'll trade you places if you don't want to ride with your pretty wife," I responded, leaving most of the humor out of my voice. "You probably know the area better than I, seeing as I moved here only recently."

"Just drive," he sighed, toggling the switch that sent the privacy window back up and locked. I slid a CD into the headunit and waffled between a couple songs, unsure as to whether I wanted to impress Heather or piss off Mike even further. While the Loki within screamed for Fear Factory's Messiah, the Cupid suggested something more subtle. I landed on Harvest by Opeth, pulling away into the night as the first bars thrummed through the vehicle.

I'm not sure how she managed it, but I received a text message with an appropriate address a short distance down the main thoroughfare. I assumed the winking face at the end to be a powerslide, but I wasn't sure how the limo would handle such playful guidance and I tucked the suggestion into the back of my head, hoping that I would have opportunity to throw the long wheelbase around in a parking lot or something before the night was over.

As it turns out, I had no such luck. But I digress.

Once, Maitreya's softest, most beautiful instrumental, was playing at the time of our arrival. I pulled in behind a row of other limousines, tossing the gearshift into park and stepping out onto freshly-iced asphalt with a satisfying crunch.

"What did you think?" I asked, opening the door.

Mike ignored the question and removed himself from the dark interior, taking with him the pall of gloom that had taken up residence there. Even Heather's sunny disposition seemed a bit dulled by his inability to relax, though she managed a wan smile for me as I helped her across the first of what I hoped to be many thresholds.

"I heard both of the songs you sent me in there," she whispered as she brushed past me.

"How can we reach you when we're ready to leave?" Mike called from the valet booth upon which he leaned.

I handed him a business card. He eyeballed it and began to work his mouth around words that I would not have liked.

"Oops," I said, snatching the thing back. "That's my other business card! My bad."

I scanned it again, amused, as I gave him a real one. Rockstar. Sex god. Better than you. It said these things and more, but my name was strategically absent. Instead, there was a phone number that cycled directly into my brother's voicemail. The things people would say to a machine...

I was forced to watch them walk away without any more interaction with Heather, but it made me happy to see how stiffly separate they were, though they moved in the same direction. Her distaste was evident. He must have been quite an asshole in the car.

Four words, prick: I thought to myself, unfurling both middle fingers at Mike's back in a slack-jawed salute to his ego, YOUR LOSS. HER GAIN.

A teenage shiver, a physical premonition of what was to come, tingled down my spine as I pulled the long black Lincoln into one of many specific parking spots. It was only a matter of time. I switched the CD to Swallow the Sun and allowed myself to be carried away by The Giant.

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I pretended to be asleep when the door opened, though it was very hard to keep my hands from moving up to her waist after she swung her leg over my lap, pinning me in a straddle.

"I know you're not asleep," she whispered in my ear as she ran her tongue lightly up its edge. I moaned and squirmed, unable to keep the smile from my face. She moved from my ear to my neck, kissing every few seconds as my hands slid slowly up her thighs. Her fingers worked deftly at my tie's knot, loosening it and tearing it from around my neck without the merest hint of effort. The first few buttons of my shirt followed suit and I quickly found myself succumbing to her desired path.

I ran the fingertips of my right hand from her thigh to her ribs, making small circles as I moved higher. I placed my left on the small of her back, pulling her hips tighter against my lap, feeling the heat from between her legs through the thin fabric of my pants. The way she sighed into my ear as I ran my fingers across her breast and up to the nape of her neck sent a line of goosebumps running down my side.

Heather didn't resist as I pulled her mouth to mine and drank deeply the kisses she offered there. My hands fell to her hips and I helped her roll them into me in a rhythmic cycle that made my cock uncomfortably hard within the tangle of boxers and dress slacks. She either didn't notice or didn't care, and I quickly found my hands to be little more than decoration as she rocked her body into mine again and again without removing her mouth from mine. Were it not for the cooing moans that escaped from between her lips, I wouldn't have been able to tell if she was breathing or not.

I pulled her gently back, gathering just enough composure to speak without my voice trembling. "Would you like some champagne?"

"I'd like to get you out of these clothes," she replied, leaning into me and crushing her lips to mine in another lengthy kiss.

"There's a lot more room in the back," I mentioned. "Shall we?"

"Please!"

The snow was shockingly cold after the exchange of body heat, but we moved quickly enough into the passenger compartment that we only had to endure it for a breath or two. I looked at the clock. 12:17AM. We'd missed the stroke of midnight, but the New Year could still be christened properly.

"Did you get a kiss at midnight?"

Heather shook her head. "Nope. I managed to disappear before then."

"Excellent." I walked over to her on my knees and situated myself between her legs, running my hands up the outsides of her thighs as I kissed her again. I felt the muscles in her legs begin to tremble as my hands slid under the folds of her dress. My fingers traced over soft skin and the tiny straps of a lacy undergarment, upon which I lingered only momentarily. I didn't stop the kissing or the touching until her dress was bunched up around her midsection, allowing me a full view of her toned belly and thighs.

"Something to drink?" I asked, pulling back away from her attempt to kiss me, teasing as I am wont to do.

"You're driving me crazy!" she replied, leaning back in mock exasperation. "Let's open the champagne. I want to make a toast to us."

"Yes ma'am." The cork bounced off one of the limo's windows and missed my face by less than an inch, causing me to throw myself backward like some sort of ninja. The foam geyser that followed poured into my lap, soliciting another burst of laughter from the pretty redhead on the seat. She took advantage of the situation and slid down onto the floor, pinning me with one hand while she kissed my mouth and stole the bottle of bubbly with the other.

"Clever girl."

The smile on her face had changed. It was no longer a glowing reflection of her happiness to see me. Whatever I had done to her on the seat had elicited quite a different response. What shone from her eyes and gleamed in the gloss of her lips was something predatory and barely restrained. Undaunted by the wicked look I was giving her in return, she put the bottle of champagne up to her lips, drinking lightly from it before pressing her lips to me and sharing what she had taken from the bottle.

"Cheers," I mumbled after managing to swallow the alcohol around her lips and tongue. I felt her fingernails tracing the outline of my package through my now-soaked pants and had to check myself before I lost control. It was a difficult few seconds.

With that same, animal look in her eyes, Heather slid down my body, pressing her open mouth down on the shaft of my cock and sucking lightly. I writhed as I felt her lips and teeth and tongue along the length of my penis, grinding up into her mouth as she began to unzip me.

I sat up, bringing another short-lived pout to her face as I lifted her from the floor and set her astride of my lap. I pressed her to my chest and kissed her mouth as I lowered her onto her back, leaning myself in between her legs so that the head of my cock pressed right where it should. She gasped and clutched at my back, wrapping her legs around my middle in an involuntary spasm of pleasure.

"Relax, baby," I whispered, grabbing her arms and moving them above her head, gently pinning them there with one hand while the other slid down her middle, between her breasts, over the fabric of her dress and down between her legs.

"Did you spill champagne on yourself too?" I asked innocently. Heather shook her head in reply, smiling and arching her pelvis up into my fingers. "My my, little miss. You seem to be soaking wet. Better get you out of these..."

I hooked my thumbs through the straps at her hips and pulled downward, allowing my fingers to drag across her skin as I lay bare the softness beneath. Her hips wiggled to help me remove the garment entirely, and I kept her legs apart once the lacy thing had slipped past her heels. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, allowing the moment to carry her away.

I lowered my face and blew softly on her clit, placing her legs over my shoulders as I did so. The quick intake of breath it caused sounded almost like a gasp of pain, but the look on her face told me otherwise. Taking her body's cue, I leaned forward further and placed my mouth on her pussy, flicking my tongue in slow circles as I dragged a single finger along the smooth skin of her lips. With my other hand sliding up and down her thigh, it was easy for me to feel her body responding to my kisses and licks. I could feel how close to orgasm she was and decided to prolong the moment a little longer to ensure that it was a huge one.

I rose slowly to my knees, kissing along the insides of Heather's legs as I did so, articulating them backward to raise her hips off the ground. I pulled her toward me until her pussy was in my lap and then I took her hands and pulled her back into a sitting position, allowing her legs to slide from my arms, back to the ground. She kissed me with such abandon that our teeth clicked together, causing a pair of embarrassed but momentary smiles, and she undid the remaining buttons on my shirt before I could as much as blink.

Again, the predatory hunger had taken hold of her features as she pulled my shirt and suit coat halfway down my arms, entangling them so that I couldn't keep her from pushing me onto my back. I smiled and began to wriggle loose of the clothing, but she grabbed both of my arms and shook her head. She was going to be in charge, it seemed. I was perfectly fine with that.

"Remember," I said, "you wanted gentle at first."

Heather bit her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes. "Are you going to complain?"

"I'll give you whatever you want," I replied, lunging suddenly out of her grasp and rolling her onto her back again, "but I plan on being the one doing the first giving, if you don't mind."

"Yessir!" she squealed, stroking my face and chest with her soft hands. "Anything you want."

"What do you want?"

"You. Inside me."

I painted a confused look across my face. "Me? Right now?"

"Don't tease me! Please! Mikey!"

I smiled and brought my face down to hers, kissing her mouth and neck as I pulled what remained of my boxers and slacks away from my cock. I rocked forward, allowing the tip to brush against her pussy. She moaned and her face tremored with pleasure, so I did it again, pressing ever so slightly harder.

"Slide out of your dress for me, sweetheart."

Obligingly, Heather pulled the gauzy black cloth away from her skin, exposing all of her beauty. Her entire body was sheathed in sweat, shimmering under the dancing lights like a human rainbow. She made as if to cover her breasts, but I grabbed the seeking hands and held them over her head. If she wants them covered, I thought, I'll use my mouth and make it more pleasant for both of us.

With my body bent into such an arc, her legs were easily able to find purchase around my hips, pulling my cock tight against her pussy. She moaned as my teeth and tongue coaxed electric pleasure from her nipples and her fingers clenched and flexed around my own when I finally allowed the head of my penis to slide half an inch into her. The speechless ecstasy that etched itself into her features at that merest joining was something I will keep with me until the end of my days.




Warm Snowfall



"Please, Mikey! Please!" She was close to panting by the time I leaned further forward, sliding another inch and a half into her vagina. The foreplay had summoned so much of her body's moisture that it was difficult to keep her grinding hips from taking more of my cock than I wanted to give. It took another two inches of depth for me to be able to kiss her mouth, and she moaned into me when she felt the pressure of it against how tight and excited her pussy had become.

I pulled my mouth away. "Am I being gentle enough?"

"I want all of it," she begged, pushing against my hands but unable to move me because of the position I had put us in. "Don't tease me!"

I flexed my hips, gave her another inch, leaned down to her face so that the tips of our noses were touching. "Enough?"

"More."

"How much more do you think I have?" I whispered in her ear, pressing another inch inward. I could feel her pulse through my cock, and the tremors that shivered around it threatened to squeeze me out if I didn't push harder. I kissed her mouth again and released her hands; allowed her to pull me to her chest and thrust her hips upward, taking the rest of it in a single, smooth motion.

It didn't hurt my ego in the slightest to feel her cum immediately.

I remained clutched to her for more than a minute, allowing her body to feel the orgasm from the tips of her toes to the lips with which she was kissing me. I found the tempo of our passion with the muscles of my back and legs and chest, alternating deep thrusts with grinding moments of raw contact, pressed so close that the boundary between our bodies was erased entirely.

The symphony of her moans fired my passion, and I found my hips moving faster and faster to meet hers as the minutes bled away in humid pleasure. She helped swing herself into my lap as I pulled her from the ground and then greedily took the responsibility of generating motion from my tingling back. I ran my fingers through her hair as she swayed on my member, gently pulling her head back so she arched into me, taking me deeper and sighing with more abandon. I ran my tongue over her sternum, tasted the chemical desire in her sweat, took her left nipple in my teeth. She hissed, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck me harder," I whispered in her ear, pulling her body against mine, tracing her spine with the pads of my fingertips. She made a noise that bespoke grateful release from the initial pacing, bouncing up and down on me as both of our voices rose toward white-hot crescendo.

In the brief moment of clarity before I came, I recollect noticing the inside of the chamber as if I had never before opened my eyes. Weeping lines were drawn in the windows' fog from errant fingers clutching at the world beyond the circle of our lust; the champagne bottle lay within a stain of its alcoholic sweat; Heather's dress still sat where it had fallen, draped upon the rearmost seat as if an invisible voyeur watched us play out our desires.

"I'm coming again!" she gasped, convulsing in the beautiful way of unbound lovers as I felt the heaviness – the amazing ache – that accompanied my feeble attempt to hold back imminence.

I filled her with my seed.

There was no differentiation between the colors or the sounds or the electric twitches that accompanied our simultaneous orgasm. We were, for those brief seconds, the same soul, lit from within by a fire that burned away all pretense and intent; a singular being stoked by a physical epiphany. I measured the hammering of her heart with my own, passing the biorhythmic pulses back and forth between us for many minutes before words were spoken.

"Never in my life have I come that hard."

She blinked several times, wiped away tears from the corner of eyes that had been squeezed shut for minutes. "That makes two of us. Oh my God."

I chuckled and rolled her onto her back. Blue luminosity poured from each iris when she graced me with a wide-eyed smile of release. I basked in her joy, rolled in it with my spirit like a puppy on a strange lawn, drank it like a desert rain.

"Precious girl, this marks only the beginning of what we will share," I said.

"Is that a promise?"

"Insofar as I can keep it, absolutely."

"How are you so wonderful to me?" Her eyes focused on the inside of me, the quintessence that spilled out only in times like these. She unraveled me like a child's riddle. Something poetic, the Muse, spoke with my mouth.

"I find that my spirit doesn't need wings when I am in your arms," I replied, closing my eyes to capture the darting phrases before they escaped my mind's eye, "because wherever you are, that is where my spirit longs to be."



Warm Spring Rain



Catherine, known as “Cat” to her friends, descended the trail toward the rushing creek below in the warm afternoon sun. A spring hike on the Appalachian Trail renewed her spirit from a long cold winter in Washington D.C. Though some women would be hesitant to hike alone in this remote area, Cat was not afraid. Since her divorce a year ago she had made a series of choices and decision to live her life more fully, with less fear and more adventure. 

“I want to live more like a man”, she had determined. The thirty-nine year old attorney had increased her workouts and was now in top physical shape. Like her nickname “Cat”, she was lithe and at nearly 6 feet very athletic. Her short style blond hair, smallish but pert breasts, were all attractive woman. She had purchased new backpacking equipment during the winter, assembling the gear time and again in her new condo living room, dreaming of this trip in the spring.

Her divorce had brought another change in the way she lived her life. She had always had a healthy sexual side that yearned to be released. She was tired of not being able to enjoy sex when and how she wanted. Her ex had not met her needs sexually; another story, and she had not wanted to have affairs outside of her marriage. As an attorney she knew the heartbreak this usually caused. She had vowed to be the aggressor, when needed, to see that her needs were met. She was surprised, however, how men were often threatened and uncomfortable when they were not the ones in charge. “Fuck them”, she would say to herself when they went running away, “there are lots of other men.” Still, deep inside she longed to find a man who met her needs as an equal, without making her play the traditional subservient role. 

She heard the faint roar of Fox Run Creek below in the deeply wooded canyon. Descending steeply, the trail wound back and forth across the terrain beneath the thick canopy of eastern hardwoods. The sound of the rushing water was inviting. She had walked nearly 10 miles in the unusually warm spring weather. Her shirt was soaking with perspiration beneath the heavy backpack. She was looking forward to taking a quick dip in the ice-cold stream just a half-mile below. She knew that the wooden lean-to shelter was just up the trail, at the top of the next ridge, where she would spend the night. In the distance, she had heard the rumble of thunder off and on all afternoon. “It will be nice to have the shelter for refuge tonight”, she thought, as another rumble of thunder joined with the increasingly loud roar of the creek just below.

The trail broke into a small opening just above the creek, rushing over a series of small waterfalls with a deafening roar. Through an opening in the trees, Cat got her first glimpse of the water. The vista was beautiful. She removed her backpack and placed it on the ground to retrieve her pro-level Nikon camera with a powerful telephoto lens. Cat was an avid amateur photographer and had found many incredible images during her trip so far. She especially enjoyed capturing wildlife and had taken images of deer, other animals, birds, and even a black bear on a distant hillside. She moved to the edge of a cliff above the creek to photograph the beautiful cascading torrent below. 

On a rock next to a deep crystal clear pool, beneath a waterfall, she spotted him. Her breath caught with excitement as the reality of what she was seeing hit her. He was magnificent, lying there on the rock in the warm afternoon sun, naked. He was tall, well over 6 feet, dark hair, thin and athletic and young, in his mid 20’s she guessed. He was lying on a towel with one arm shielding his eyes. Cat’s breath caught again as she saw his hand move slowly on his impressive rigid cock. She realized that with the roaring creek drowning all sound around him, and from her nearly hidden vantage point through the trees above him, he had no idea she was near. She instinctively brought the camera to her eye. Moving the zoom to its most powerful resolution, she first saw his handsome face. His eyes were closed and she could see he was enjoying himself. Little twitches of pleasure teased the muscles on his forehead and his lips indicated he was emitting some sound. CLICK, the shutter snapped and the whir of the auto advance followed.

She moved the view to his cock. His hand and hard cock nearly filled the frame. She watched through the powerful lens as if in a trance for a few minutes before she snapped the next frame, just as his hand was at the base of his cock and it stood rigidly catching the afternoon sun. CLICK. She panned back a bit and framed his whole body in the frame. CLICK, as she captured him in the bright sun, contrasted against the shadows on the other side of the creek. She watched him for several minutes as he moved his hand, pleasuring himself. Cat felt her own excitement building as she snapped frame after frame until she only had two exposures remaining on this roll of film. She saw that his hand was moving more rapidly and he had his head thrown back. She zoomed in on his cock again just in time to see gobs of cum explode into the air, CLICK, highlit by the sun. She knew she had just captured the shot of a lifetime. She saw him relax and fall back on the rock, spent in his ecstasy, CLICK. 

She reached for some new film in one of the outside pockets of her pack. Keeping one eye on him as he recovered below and sat up. She moved a bit back from the edge to be sure he would not see her if he looked up in her direction. He stood up and wiped the cum off of his stomach and chest with his towel and quickly dressed. “God he is beautiful”, Cat thought, “too bad he is so young”, “I would really like to fuck him”. A part of her was surprised by the thought; another part of her was smiling. “Cat, you are becoming an old lecher,” she thought. Still, she felt the tingle between her legs and knew that this voyeur experience had excited her, as she had not been excited in a long time. She saw him put his backpack on and move up the rocks to the trail. He disappeared beneath the canopy below as he began climbing the trail up the ridge. “I wonder if he will be staying in the shelter tonight”, she wondered, and the thought brought excitement. Her body reacted to her thoughts of spending the night with him in the shelter, and the possibilities, brought a new awareness of the wetness between her legs. “Damn”, she thought, “I am really going to need a bath now”.

Cat dropped her heavy pack near the trail, and made her way to the rock where he had been lying. As she began undressing to take a quick bath in the clear stream, raindrops began to fall from a thundercloud passing overhead. Darn, she muttered, as she bent over to retrieve the shirt and put it back on, I had better get to the shelter. As she reached for the shirt she saw a glob of his semen on the rock. Instinctively she touched it with her finger and brought her finger to her nose. She smelled him and the sensation was overwhelmingly sexual. She rubbed the cum on her lips and tasted it. She loved the taste and this experience was especially erotic because of her recent experience of watching him masturbate. She was highly aroused as she licked his sexual essence from her lips and finger. A loud clap of thunder startled her and brought her back to the present. She had better make her way the last mile up the ridge to the shelter. The approaching storm had darkened the sky and she knew that she would probably get caught on the trail in a thunderstorm, not a pleasant thought.

The climb was steep. Thankfully, a soft warm mist was falling from the edge of the passing clouds cooling her a bit from the strenuous climb. The afternoon light was fading, exacerbated by the thickening thunderclouds. Catherine was thankful for her conditioning work the past winter. The trail began a long side hill sweep toward the top of the ridge. “Just a little further she thought”, looking up and seeing the skyline against the dark gray sky. Reaching the top of the hill, she rested for a few minutes before continuing the now level trail toward the shelter. “I wonder if he is there she thought”, her mind returning to the stallion of a young man she had observed by the creek. Rounding a bend in the trail she saw the log cabin like lean-to just ahead. There was no sign of him. 

She felt disappointment. “Darn”, she thought to herself, “oh, well, I have some wonderful photos to relive that moment by the creek”. As she neared the shelter it began to rain harder. “Just in time”, she said to herself as she removed her backpack and sat on the seat of the small wood plank picnic table just under the eve of the open side of the enclosure. It smelled musty with the scent of wood ashes from the small stone fireplace in the corner. But, it was dry and comfy to find a shelter like this in the wilderness. “Sure beats a tent on a stormy night like this, she thought, listening to the rain fall on the wooden shake roof overhead. After she had rested a few minutes and caught her breath, she explored the shelter. Someone had gathered a nice pile of firewood and placed it in the corner next to the fireplace. As she looked at it she noticed there was even some paper to use to start the fire. She noticed some writing on the paper. 

Curious, she picked up the paper. “To Camera Girl” was written on the folded notepaper. She was astounded and blushed, looking quickly around her to see if he was near. “Was this note for her she thought”, as she unfolded the paper, “how could he have possibly have seen her with her camera? Nervously she read the message written hastily in pencil. How about sharing the photos with me sometime? I enjoyed the encounter with you by Fox Run Creek. My phone number is 202-486-3800. Jonathon. 

She was incredulous. And, the thought that he had been engaged in her voyeurism with her excited her. She again felt frustrated that he had gone on instead of staying in the shelter for the night. It was getting dark and she felt tired, dirty and getting cold in her wet clothes, now that she was cooling off from the exertion. “First a fire”, she mused, knowing that the cheerful glow would warm both her body and spirit. She folded the note and placed it in her backpack, found some matches and soon had a nice fire glowing brightly. She quickly prepared and ate a meal of dehydrated stew of some kind and warmed a pan of water to wash herself. She dug through her pack and found an ingenious folded plastic container that expanded to a nice washbasin size. When the water was boiling she mixed it with some cold water and placed the washbasin on the edge of the picnic table. She undressed, placing her wet clothes on a clothesline someone had left strung above the fireplace near the rafters. Now completely naked, she reveled in the warmth of the fire and the warm rain beating on the wooded shake roof above her head. “I need to wash my hair”, she thought and stepped out from the eves into the pouring rain. It was a warm rain and she was comforted knowing she had some hot water and fire near by. Once her hair was wet she used some biodegradable, environment safe, soap in a small bottle to work up a nice lather. She washed her hair, poured a small amount of the warm water to help rinse the soap, and stepped again into the rain to complete washing the soap from her hair. 

She saw him through half closed eyes. He was standing in the shadows beneath a huge pine about 50 feet away down the trail. It was Jonathon. Startled for a moment she pretended not to see him. Her first instincts were to cover up. But she was not a modest woman. She loved her body and was proud of it. She felt a warm glow knowing he was watching her as she had watched him earlier in the day. Instead of retreating with modesty, she decided to put on a show for him. She began washing her face and neck with the soapy washcloth and warm water. Then she stood in the rain to wash off the soap. She threw her head back and let the rain cascade on her face and down her body. She posed so her breasts were fully visible in profile in the fading light. Ducking under the eves again she sat on the edge of the picnic table and washed her breasts, lingering on her nipples until they were rigid. 

She then moved the washcloth downward over her stomach. Spreading her legs she turned toward him, as naturally as possible, and washed her pubic area. She moved both hands to her pussy and spread her labia, her eyes appeared closed but she was watching him as he began to masturbate. She was really getting excited and felt her own moisture begin to flow with the warm bath water. “I want to get off for him”, she thought as she relaxed on the edge of the table and spread her legs further, giving him a better view. She snuck a peek at him and was surprised to see him beginning to undress. He had placed his pack on the ground and had removed his shirt. “This is getting interesting”, she thought, as her excitement grew from her gently circling fingers over her hard clit. She watched him, not caring anymore if he noticed. He bent over and removed his hiking boots and socks, then his pants. Finally, he pulled down his under shorts and his semi hard cock swayed in front of him. He grasped it in his hand and began stroking it as he moved through the rain toward her. She held his eyes with her eyes, smiling as he drew near. 

“Hello Jonathon”, she said softly as he stood before her. “Hi Camera Girl”, he replied in a wonderful resonant deep voice. She stood up and moved to him. “Would you like a bath she asked sexily” ”Sure”, he replied, stretching his arms to her sky and grinning at her. ”I am all yours”. She moved the soapy washcloth to his face. “Close your eyes until I tell you to open them, she tested. He smiled and closed his eyes. His submissiveness excited her and put her at ease. She washed his face, under his arms, his arms and hands, and then his chest, lingering on his nipples until they were hard. She the knelt down and washed his legs, moving upward she found her face level with his magnificent penis, fully erect, sticking straight out at her. She grasped it with one hand, and began washing it with the other. He let out a sigh of pleasure as she began to move her hands over his penis. “Lets get you rinsed off now”, she said to him. 

Standing up, she put her arms around him and they embraced, kissing as they moved into the rain to rinse the soap from their bodies. The warm spring rain poured over them, cascading down their bodies as their kisses inspired their passion. “ My stallion, that is what you are”, she whispered in his ear. “Take me like a stallion. I want you to fuck me.” She moved to the picnic table and bent over it, raising her buttocks to greet him as he stepped forward and nestled behind her. He may have been young but he knew what to do. He held his hard cock to her entrance, moving it back and forth to lubricate it with her wetness and then entered her. He paused with just the head inside her. Impatient, she pushed back against him. 

Together they found the fullness of his penetration deep in the innermost part of her wantonness. Lightening flashed just over the ridge, lighting the evening air and a huge clap of thunder shook the air around them. The rain began pouring in torrents as they increased the tempo of their thrusts as if spurred on by the energy of the storm exploding around them. She was lost in his deep thrusts. She began to urge him on. “ Fuck me Stallion Man”, oh god you feel so good.” He was now grunting with each thrust. She recoiled by pushing against him and squeezing in perfect harmony, their sounds of passion providing the melody. She felt him tense and knew he was close. She had been at the edge for several moments and waited until she felt him thrust deeply and begin contracting his huge hardness inside her. She felt his cum gush just as she let go. Wave after wave of pleasure took her breath away as another clap of thunder accompanied their ecstasy. He collapsed against her, holding her as they succumbed to the mist caressing their spent bodies, blown by the winds of the warm spring rain. 



Warm Summer Night



My name is Samantha, I'm 19 years old and this summer I get the "opportunity of a lifetime" to work at my father's law firm. I'd rather be lying on the beach covered in suntan oil with my friends. But my father said now that I'm out of high school, it's time to think of my future. I guess he has a small point, but the beach still sounds very good. 

Anyway, my father's been a lawyer for almost 15 years. He's had a wonderful career that has allowed me to grow up in the lap of luxury. I guess you could say I'm a bit spoiled. But I am an only child, so I guess it was my birth right. I've always been very popular with the boys at my school. They really knew how to appreciate my beauty. I was always alot taller then most of the other girls, but that never bothered me much. Standing tall at 5'6 with long flowing blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, I knew how to grab attention.

However, being well stacked upstairs with a 38C cup and a perfectly shaped ass didn't hurt either. I am pretty petite for my height as well, weighing only 128 lbs. Now you can understand why I would rather be on the beach sporting a very skimpy bikini right now instead of wearing "business clothes" and helping Daddy go over statements for his next case. 

"Daddy, none of this lady's statements are the same," I said, as we sat in his dimly lit office late one night.

"I know Sam, she has not been very cooperative throughout this process," he answered.

Poor Daddy, he was only 48 years old, but the years of dealing with people such as this lady in these documents has taken its toll. 

"Daddy, you need a vacation," I said, playfully messing up his papers in front of him.

"Sam, stop fucking around honey, I have to have these papers in order when I meet with this horrible woman in the morning," he said sternly.

I apologized and walked around the desk to help Daddy get the papers organized. As I stood there in front of him, I felt his hand lightly touch my ass as he tried to reach around me and help me fix the mess. 

"I'm sorry honey," he said, his face a light red.

"For what, Daddy?" I asked, trying to play it off.

I finished re-organizing the papers back to their original spots and went back around to my chair, across from Daddy.

As I crossed my legs and tried to get back to my own work, I noticed my panties were a little wet. When did this happen? Oh well, I shrugged it off and got back to work.

As I looked across the desk, I noticed Daddy kind of spaced out, just tapping his pen on the large stack of papers in front of him. 

"Daddy, are you okay?" I asked.

"What?, no honey, I'm fine," he answered, suddenly being brought back to reality.

As the night wore on, and the stacks of papers began to dwindle, Daddy began to grow weary of sitting in that same spot.

"Sam, let's step away from this for a bit, it's a beautiful night, let's go stand out on the balcony and stretch our legs," he said.

I agreed and we made our way out to the balcony. Daddy was right, it was beautiful outside. A warm summer breeze flowed thru my long hair, also making my nipples stand at attention underneath my white silk shirt and silky satin bra.

I tried to hide them from Daddy, but he looked over at me just as my nipples were as hard as I had ever felt them.

"You remind me of your mother when she was 19, Sam," he said, walking closer to me.

"I miss her sometimes Daddy, why did she have to leave us?"

"Well Sam, sometimes adults don't act very adult, as in the case of your mother, she was tired of the family life," he answered.

I began to hate her all over again, remembering that day two years ago when she left us. Just a note on the kitchen counter, explaining that she was leaving "to find herself."

As my thoughts drifted to that day, I felt Daddy walk up behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, pushing himself into me.

"You have grown into such a beautiful woman, Sam," he whispered in my ear.

Chills ran down my back and over my entire body, and even though I knew this was wrong, I had no desire to stop it. I just leaned back, nestling into my father's body, feeling his grip around my waist become tighter. 

I reached down, taking his hands into mine and brought them up to my tits, so firm and so round. He wasted no time cupping them, gently rubbing my hard as steel nipples beneath the silk. A small moan escaped my lips as I felt him beginning to press up against me. His lips traced my ear, as his breath danced over my lobes. He began to rub my tits harder as he brought one hand up to my blouse. 

I looked down and watched his manly fingers unbutton each silver button slowly. He began to lap at my ear lobe, sucking it into his warm mouth. Words failed me at this moment, only moans of pleasure found their way from my lips. As the last button was released, the night breeze helped to open my blouse, exposing my silky satin bra. 

Daddy reached up and slowly slid my blouse off my shoulders, then I felt his fingers slip under the straps of my bra. He moaned into my ear as he slid my bra down, letting my firm tits bounce free. The warm night air created chills all over my body and made my nipples ache as they puckered.

I reached back and slid my hand to Daddy's cock, which was straining beneath his black dress pants. He began to moan louder as he slid his hands down to my skirt. I felt the material loosen as he began unzipping the tiny silver zipper. Within seconds, my skirt was down around my ankles as I stood there on that balcony, just in my panties. 

I closed my eyes as Daddy began kissing my shoulders and sliding his tongue down my back, tracing my spine. I reached forward, grabbing the rail, causing my back to arch and my tiny ass to thrust out towards Daddy. He moaned as he made his way down to my ass, gently licking my crack. 

"Daddy, take me," I moaned in a soft slutty whisper. 

He stood up and I heard the zipper from his pants go down and the cool breeze they made as they came to a rest at his ankles. 

I had known for years that my father didn't wear underwear so when he pressed his cock to my young pussy, it was not a surprise. 

He placed his hand on the small of my back, gently pushing me forward a little further. His other hand came to my hip, using it to help him guide his cock into me. 

Suddenly a warm rush of pleasure covered my body as Daddy's thick cock slid into me. My grip grew tighter as the tips of my nipples kissed the cool balcony railing. 

"Oh God, Sam your pussy's so tight baby," he moaned as he slowly began working his cock in and out of me. 

I looked over my shoulder at his face lit by the summer moonlight and gave him an approving smile. Slowly I worked my hips back and forth, helping to get his cock inside me deeper. I licked my lips and whispered, "Mmmmmm fuck me Daddy, I've always wanted your cock inside me."

This spurred him on further. He began bucking his hips, picking up his pace. I turned back around and looked out over the city below. So much activity, and yet my world seemed to be standing still as I stood here, feeling my father fucking me. 

"I've wanted you for so long baby," he whispered.

And that seemed to spur me on further as I gripped the railing with a death grip and began thrusting back towards Daddy. My hot young pussy milking his dick tightly, then releasing. He moaned into the warm summer night. His thrusts deep and penetrating. I could feel the tip of his dick push up against my womb. And I moaned like a wounded animal. My entire body tingling, wanting so badly to cum on my Daddy's dick. 

Thoughts of seeing him and my mother fucking when I was a child began to race thru my mind. I thought of all the times I would lay in my bed at night and finger myself, remembering my Daddy's naked body on top of my mother. I would remember his moans, much like the moans I was hearing tonight. And suddenly I became jealous. Out of nowhere I had become jealous of my own mother. Could she have sensed that? Is that why she left us?

Suddenly, I was a woman possessed. I began lurching back, ramming Daddy's dick into me with brute force. I wanted him to fuck me savagely. I wanted his dick to claim my pussy as his. I wanted Daddy's cum to flood me. 

"Oh god Sam, don't stop baby, please don't stop," he begged.

Again I turned around and looked at him. The expressions on my father's face were unlike any I had ever seen before. I knew at that moment that I had taken him somewhere he had never been. This drove me harder as my pussy fucked his dick, swallowing and inhaling it as if my pussy had been starving all these years. 

I felt his warm tight nut sack slapping me. I could feel his pubic hair being mashed down and tickling me each time I slid my young slutty pussy down to the base of his dick. He now had both hands on my hips and was drilling me hard from behind. His breaths were ragged and labored. I could hear his heart pounding inside his chest. 

My body was like a volcano about to erupt. I could feel my clit swelling and puckering, wanting so badly to squirt my young juices. My tits swayed with the motion of Daddy's thrusts, kissing each other.

"Oh My God Sam, Daddy's gonna cum baby, oh god tell me you want me to cum inside you Sam, say it now!!!" he begged.

"Mmmmmmmm god yes Daddy, cum inside my hot slutty pussy, flood me with your Daddy cum, please please please Daddy!!!" I answered right back.

And just like that, Daddy was cumming inside me. Flooding me with what seemed to be gallons of hot thick cum. I could feel his dick jerking deep within me, unloading squirt after squirt of his seed. That triggered my climax and I stood there, leaning over that balcony railing. While wave after wave of total abandon hit me. I had never had a climax quite that deep. My body shook and quivered as Daddy's dick finished unloading inside me. 

My mouth was dry as I struggled to catch my breath. My knees were weak and my tummy felt like a thousand butterflies were playing tag inside it. And my pussy was contracting, milking Daddy's dick of every last drop of cum he had left. 

We both just stood there, trying to catch our breath and to also savor the moment. 

Daddy patted my ass as he slowly withdrew from me. I turned around and faced him as he wrapped his arms around me, pressing my young tits to his chest. We stood there for a few minutes kissing and rubbing each other. We both said I love you as I placed my head on my Daddy's chest, just holding him tightly to me. 

That night was the first and last time my Daddy and I ever fucked. He passed away 3 months later from a heart attack while out jogging. That's been 5 years now, but I still think of the night that I felt my Daddy's dick inside me ....... that warm summer night.



Warm Summer Night



It is a warm summer night, and the rain pours down on me as I stand outside looking up at his house. Even over the intense thunder I can hear my own heart beating as if it were screaming at me, telling me to turn around and go home. I mentally tell it to be silent as I start up the steps to his front door. The last time I saw him he was ripping my heart out of my chest. My fingertips gently slide along the wet cast iron railing on my left. I keep an eye on the windows to the right of the door to make sure he wasn't looking out. I get to the first door, confidently turn the doorknob and walk in. That was the easy part. I now stand in front of two brown doors. My head is buzzing, and somehow the one reason I can think of to knock on that door overrides the million that I can think of to run away while I am still strong enough to. I take another deep breath, raise my hand, and knock on the door to my right. It swings open; he must have left it open for me. I ignore one more split second thought of running away and I walk in, trying to be as casual as possible, this is not easy. I am met by a brick wall of emotions and memories as I step inside. Everything is so familiar; the smell of fresh clothes, the couches, the little messy clutters everywhere, oatmeal bowls left from when he got home from work still sitting on the coffee table, empty water bottles.

He is lying in his usual position on the couch, facing the TV, but for some reason I don't sit in my usual spot. I chose to sit by his feet; he instinctively lifts his legs and puts them back down on my lap as I sit. They are heavy, but the weight of them is comforting. I place my hands on his legs; one on his shin and the other on his thigh, my favorite place to touch. Well, almost. We haven't yet spoken. We sit there in silence, and even though I am staring at the TV I have no idea what I am watching. I just keep thinking about how good it feels to be back here. I feel like I am home again.

"Hey, you!" I hear him say and it scares me out of my own little world. I look at him with a huge smile on my face, I just cant help it, I know that there is nowhere in the world that I would rather be at this moment. He smiles and I am not really sure if it is because he knows I still love him, or if it is because he is glad I am here. I tear my eyes away from his, because I just cannot stand to look at him without wearing my heart on my sleeve and I know that this just isn't the time for that. The minutes pass and we both try to act as normal as possible, as if the past few months spent without each other hadn't actually happened.

I am suddenly very aware of my hand resting on his muscular thigh. I unconsciously give it a slight squeeze and he answers by tightening his muscle. I start to feel that familiar tingling feeling, and just as I was about to give in to my desire he quickly gets up and sits on my lap, facing me with one leg over each side of me so he doesn't crush me with his weight. He leans forward and softly kisses my neck with his perfect lips. I take another deep breath; but for a different reason than before. This time it is followed by a slight moan as he nibbles on my earlobe. I can feel his breath in my ear and my nipples harden as chills run through my entire body.

A moment we walk up the stairs to his room and I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass as I walk in front on him making our way down the hall. This gives me a little time to think again, and as I get to his room I almost turn away to leave but he grabs me around the waist, turns me towards him and throws me down on his bed. This leaves me momentarily breathless and suddenly realize that he is ripping my pants off down over my feet. I sit up and pull his boxer briefs out over his hard cock and down his legs as he quickly steps out of them. I have made up my mind; there was no turning back now.

I drop to my knees, gather up all of my hair into a ponytail and I wrap it around his hand. I grab his hard cock and I take it into my mouth. He moans as he leans hard into my face, I put my hands on his butt and pull him in even further into my mouth. I pull him in as far as I can go and out again while running the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock and around his head before I again, take him deep into my mouth. He pulls me up off of my knees and pushes me back onto the bed. He crawls on top of me and pulls my shirt up over my head. He positions himself so that his cock is on my face and his head is buried in between my legs. I can feel his soft tongue licking the inside of my thighs and the coolness of his breath as he blows on them giving me another string of chills. I jerk him off and lick alternating between his asshole and his balls. The vibrations of his moans almost send me over the edge as he softly nibbles on my clit. 

He puts a finger in my butt and I giggle, I will never admit to him how good this truly feels. I wiggle out from under him and roll him on his back. I am soaking wet but I put his cock in my mouth for lubrication, just to be sure. When I am satisfied that it is wet enough, I straddle him, facing away, and even though I want to go fast, I slowly lower myself down on him. I have a sharp intake of breath as I feel him inside of me and I just sit there for a second taking everything in. I start bouncing and rocking rhythmically on him. All of those horseback-riding lessons have certainly paid off. Leaning forward with my hands on his ankles I put his toe in my mouth and suck on it while he thrusts his cock into me. I look behind me with a smile and he grabs my hair and pulls me back towards him. One hand cups my tit and the other plays with my clit as he flexes his penis inside of me. He takes his hand off my tit and puts his finger in my mouth, which I eagerly suck. I bite down a little too hard as I feel the wave of ultimate sensations and my muscles contract around his penis in the most intense orgasm.

I am now out of energy and out of breath. He pushes me forward onto my hands and knees, and I have no choice but to comply. He spreads my butt cheeks open, and buries his face, his tongue circling around my asshole. He now pulls me off the bed and bends me over the edge of it. He presses the tip of his cock against my asshole and pushes, nothing budges. He spits on my asshole and tries again. It then only takes a few seconds for the head of his cock to get into my tight ass, and once it does he goes slow until he is all of the way in. I let out a big moan. The pleasure of this is much harder for me to hide. He continues to go harder and faster and I reach behind me to spread my butt cheeks. I uncontrollably let out a moan when he goes deeper than he ever has before, pauses and flexes his penis deep inside my butt. 

He grabs my elbows to hold me off of the bed as he fucks my ass hard. I throw my head back with pleasure and he bites my shoulder blade. He pulls out of me and I get on my knees, I lick the underside of his balls, before taking his cock, which is now bigger than ever into my mouth. I massage the space between his ass and his balls with my hand and he violently fucks my face. He suddenly thrusts one last time, deep and deliberate, and I feel that familiar surge of come shooting into my mouth. I keep my mouth on him until I feel the convulsions come to an end. I look up at him and smile while carefully cleaning him off with my mouth. He lets out a slight laugh and we both collapse exhausted onto the bed.

It was good to see him again.



Warm Summer Night



Its a warm summer night. It's late...around midnight. Everyone is asleep and the neighborhood is calm and quiet. There is barely a gentle breeze outside yet there is enough moon light I can see the window glow a little. I can't sleep. I'm restless and my body is telling me I need some sensual attention. I can't lay in bed anymore. I need to feel free, sexual and uninhibited. I love my body and love making it feel alive.

I get out of bed and walk through the house to the back door. I open the door and feel the night air hit my face. It feels good and smells just right. I don't worry about my clothes for I sleep naked. I don't like being bound by clothes and besides, the feel of soft sheets on my bare skin is erotic enough. 

I step out into the warmth of the summer night and make my way slowly to a wooden lounge chair I have set up in the yard. Laying down on it I look up at the stars above and smile at how relaxing it is to see them, always there like a good ole friend. I then snap back to the reality that my body has been telling me how much it needs sexual release and stimulation. I feel it welling up deep inside me.

My hands begin to roam my naked body. I feel my chest then down my stomach. I slide to my sides and down my legs feeling the curvature of my hips and the muscles that are embedded in them. I then move back up and towards the junction of my legs and feel my sac where the best of life is made and connected to the very thing that makes me all the sense of a man. Its already growing to the shape that has always intrigued me. The firmness and power it enjoys. I pause to feel this whole part of me as my other hand continues to travel back upward to my chest.

The more I feel myself the more the tension builds inside. I feel the need to let it build and take control of my whole body. The only problem I see is that I'm alone and this was not the way I was meant to be. My body wants to be connected to the very thing it was meant to be with and there's no one around in my sense, of the female anatomy, who's gonna help. I flash back to my own moment that is building. I feel the warm air surrounding my naked body and the fact that my own temperature is rising. My skin begins to be more sensitive to my own touch. My cock is now raging at its peak and as I slide my hand up and down its shape and rigid structure I feel my aching rising inside and I'm so thrilled.

I'm laying on the wooden lounge chair, fully exposed to the whole world as it would seem but the world is asleep. It wouldn't take an expert passing by next door or down the alley to figure out what I'm doing. My hands eagerly moving over my body and paying close attention to my sexual gifts. My fingers even basking at my own ass teasing the erogenous parts I rarely think about. 

Even while I'm so wrapped up in the moment I do not notice you. Oh yes, there you are. Naked. You've seen me and I've never noticed you. You silently make your way to the rear gate and proceed to open it and seductively stride your way to where I'm laying. I don't even notice you till you are standing right at me. I crack my eyes open and see your beauty standing there with the faint glow of the moon light shimmering off your body. I see your pure curves, your full naked figure. You have a faint smile and calm, approving look in your eyes.

You move to the head of my chair and lean forward and place your legs on either side of me and lower yourself down to my body. I look up and your body gets closer. I smell your sweet smell of not only cleanliness but the smell only a woman can posses. You continue on till you present me with your forbidden zone only opened for the right person, the right moment. I feel your lips caress my swollen shaft. I feel just a kiss then more and more of your mouth takes me in. I don't hesitate to share the same back to you as I begin to stretch my tongue out to your own swollen lips. I slowly caress them then a little more and more. I find your clit and begin to tease it. I seduce it and as I do I can feel and hear your own breath charge with pleasure. I feel the attention you are giving me growing with every caress I give to your own vaginal arena.

We share this for what seems like an hour. We take our time as in fact we have the whole evening to ourselves. The moment is so charged and yet not a word spoken.

I let my hands roam your naked body. I feel the warmth of your smooth skin. Your hands have been doing the same and exploring the very part of me you so desire to feel inside you.

You rise above me signifying the moment is drawing near. I see from the moon light the moisture that has grown in the precious area I am now so attracted to. You stand and turn and climb up on top of me now facing me. I see your glowing body up above me and your beauty staring at me. Your perfect long hair, slender neck, your breasts mounted perfectly to your chest and nipples that seem to want to stretch out to the stars. You begin to lower yourself. Then I look and see the sight of all sights. Its like the very images we all grew up seeing when two space vehicles come together as they dock. It is all in slow motion. Your now wet swollen lips lower closer to my rock hard shaft. Then...it happens. I feel it. You feel it. We touch. Your lips kiss the tip of my cock. There is a pause. Then you lower yourself down more.

I see your lips move as there is now pressure from my head. Then the amazing thing happens. Your lips separate and I'm granted access. I see my very self begin to get swallowed up inside your beautiful body. My mind races. We are becoming one. We are becoming a living unit and our bodies are becoming complete.

The reality sinks lower and lower till you are all the way down. My cock is now all your's and your pussy is all mine and it is absolutely amazing. Once again there is a pause and righfully so. We mutually feel each other from the inside out. Then it happens. You begin to move. We begin the music which perfect harmony makes when all is right. Our bodies begin to move, to dance, to sway like sea weed does in the ocean current. You rise, you sway and I move in ways that make you feel just as complete. Our bodies coupled and the temperature rises between us. We are inseparable. We can't stop. There is no stopping. We only hear our breathing get more intense. Minutes pass and we can't stop. I feel your body tense. Your motions become more pronounced. You drive harder and harder, faster and faster. The hunger inside you grows more and more. Your womb begs for more. Your own soul demands more. Your drive cancels out anything else around you and you keep moving like nothing else matters. The tingle sensation from your clit is driving you mad. It has to be released. There is no other way. The sensation builds. You've not felt a cock as thick as this, ever. You've not been penetrated this deep before and it is amazing. You don't care about how long it is but the fact that it's there is most amazing.

Your body tension is about to explode. Beads of sweat are forming all over your body. My own loins are getting tight. I feel my own become drawn up tight against me. My body begins to tell me the moment is drawing near. The sensation inside me has grown that I know your actions will make me loose control. There is no stopping. I feel my own pooling up as if I had a clone of Old Faithful inside me about to erupt.

Then it happens. Its the feeling of walking along the edge of a cliff and then we take that final step over the edge and there is no turning back. Your body explodes. Its agony, it's a fight to keep consciousness. Your body releases EVERYTHING. There is a gush of satisfaction and a flow that would be compared to the bursting of a dam. The flood gates are opened and we both share the best of each other and mix it all up. My seed spews and jets up inside you and meets the very honey you make best. We mix ourselves and complete our unity and its most amazing.

Tension was awesome and it now begins to subside. As much as we both don't want it to we both know that the pleasure was most worth it and you completely lower yourself down onto my body with me still up inside you. We lay together for what seems like the rest of the night. My arms around you and our naked bodies together as we both enjoy.

Then the moment occurs. We both know it would be and yet we don't want it. You lift yourself up and with a wink you turn and walk away just as you did when you appeared. I watch. I look to see you as long as possible as the night darkness eventually swallows you up. I lay there basking in the memory of what has occurred. Feeling drained I manage to peel myself up from the wooden lounge chair and walk back inside. I don't bother to make any stops except to the very sheets of my bed from where this all started. I lay my head down and with a glance at the clock beside me I see that I was up a long time. The next memory was not a memory as I never realized how long it took me to fall asleep.

Then, I slept.



Warm Summer Night Turn Hot



One warm and balmy night, Jamie and I decided to take a midnight stroll. We lived in an older neighborhood with tree lined streets and large two-story homes, and as we walked arm in arm along the sidewalk in the soft night shadows, the air was heavy and still, and the smells and night sounds of summer surrounded us heightening our senses. I looked up and noticed a second story window across the street with the lights on. The curtains were open, most likely to invite the evening breeze in. To my surprise and delight a young, naked woman walked past the open window and sat on her bed still in view from the waist up. I only had quick glance of her entire body, but what I saw was quite nice, and as she sat I could still see and admire her firm young breasts. Of course, I slowed to a stop to watch and enjoy the view. 

My sweetheart was starting to pull me along with the exasperation women typically show when their man openly eyes another women, but suddenly she stopped tugging my arm. A naked man had now appeared, and with that addition Jamie seemed less in a rush to keep walking. He was also young and fit, and his back to the window we had a view of his tight ass ... the kind many women seem to like. When he turned giving us a profile view, it was obvious that he was already becoming excited and nicely endowed.

We stood motionless while quietly watching things quickly became more interesting. He moved directly in front of his lover and she quickly took his semi-hard cock in her mouth. With our eyes fixed on the passion play before us, I moved behind my lady and wrapped my arms around her. Jamie watched intently as his cock swelled and began sliding deeply in and out of her talented mouth. I knew that Jamie had never watched anyone else making love, and her quickening breath made it apparent that it was exciting her. I pulled her tightly against me so it would be obvious that it was having the same effect on me. Jamie could feel that my cock was now as hard as the man she was watching. 

"Do you like watching, baby? It seems to be exciting you, too," I whispered directly into her ear feeling a shudder run through her. 

"Oh god, this is sexy, but I feel like we're peeping Toms or something" she whispered back while pressing tight to me.

I wanted to stay and see what would happen next, so I assured her. 

"We're just standing here on a public sidewalk. What could be wrong with that? They left the window open and the lights on. Maybe they like knowing someone might be watching." 

We stood watching and pressing slowly against each other. Jamie started moving against my cock, as we became more and more aroused. I slid my hands down to caress her. She was wearing a light summer dress ... the kind that wraps around and ties, and my hands quickly found their way inside to caress her ass. When our mystery lover boy dropped down to his knees and his girl fell back on the bed, we could see his head was now between her open legs.

"Oh baby," I whispered. "He's eating her pussy now. I can hear her moaning."

Wanting to keep pace, I moved my left hand around in front and cupped Jamie's hot, panty covered pussy. A moan of passion was all the encouragement I needed to get bolder yet, and I found the tie to her dress. Once untied the dress fell loose and I pulled it aside. I slipped my hand inside her panties while the other moved to her now bare breasts.

We continued watching as he moved onto the bed and between still open legs. When lover boy's ass started moving up and down, it began obvious that his hard cock was inside her, and they were making hard fast love. At that sight, my probing fingers moved down from Jamie's hard clit and slipped onto a very wet pussy. She held my hand tight against her pussy while her hips started moving in time with our second floor lovers. At that point I knew I had to have her right there and then. I pulled my rigid cock out of my shorts and pulled her panties aside. My cock slid easily into a wet, hot and slippery pussy, and we started making love standing there still watching. Through the open window we could hear the increasing moans of our unknown lovers as they become more and more excited.

"They sound like they're getting close. I want to cum inside you when they do, baby. Watching and feeling how aroused it made you has me ready. I'm so close that it better be soon," I breathed into my lover's ear.

"Oh god yes, me too. I want you to cum deep in me."

We heard their orgasms start, and ours quickly followed. My cock throbbed and pumped deep inside Jamie. I felt her pussy start to squeeze and contract as her orgasm started. Our attempt at silently watching failed as neither of us could contain the moans of our own passion. I held Jamie tight to keep us both from falling onto the ground from the intensity of our release. 

After we regained our senses and realized what we had just done, we both laughed and quickly got dressed. We heard some giggling from the window above. Perhaps they were putting on a show for us, or perhaps they were still enjoying one another. It didn't matter right then as we headed for home. What did matter was that both us of knew weren't finished for the night ... only starting.



Warm Summer Rain



She had driven earlier down the long quiet road to her favorite spot overlooking a valley, and in the distance, the warm fire of an early summer sunset in Arizona. This spot was magical she thought to herself as she stepped into her car, the last of the orange glow on the horizon slowly disappearing. It smells like rain she thinks to herself as she looks off into the distance at the thunderheads billowing high into the sky, black on the bottom, but a gorgeous white and orange from the sunset as they reached for the heavens. Just one more minute she tells herself as she takes the last few sips from the glass of the fine red wine she had been enjoying by herself in this very special but lonely place of solitude. 

As she turned the ignition key, the car hesitated, but then caught and started on queue as it has so very many times before. The brief flash of "what if" ran through her mind, contemplating the very long walk back to the highway should something happen out here in this very special place. Not a heavily traveled road she thought to herself as she put the car in gear and began making her way back home. As she checked the rear view mirror, the last sliver of orange gave way to the dusk that precedes the darkness of the night. 

Ten minutes into the 15 minute journey back to the highway the engine shudders, then stops. She steers straight as anxiousness rushes over her, the forward momentum of the car now slowing to a stop. She sits in disbelief on the side of the road for a moment in the approaching darkness as the clouds begin to let forth a warm gentle rain. No worries she says to herself as she pops the hood and steps out of the car into the desert rain. As she raises the hood, the soft silk of her blouse becomes wet and begins to cling tightly to her body, the nipples of her bare breasts rising at the slight coolness now confronting them. The hood light is on as she gazes down for a moment at them, feeling the fabric slide over the now hard nipples as she finishes raising and locking the hood in the up position with her arms. She bends over and peers into the engine compartment as if to ask what's wrong, but the answer does not come. In the process, her leather skirt has become soaked and rivulets of water start to run off of it onto the warm, wet pavement below. As she reaches further into the engine compartment, and tugs gently on a few wires to make sure they are connected, she notices it is getting brighter all around her. Raising up, almost hitting her head in the process, she turns and sees headlights coming toward her. Again that flash of "what if", this time hoping that whoever it is will help, not hurt her. One can never be to sure these days.

The stranger stops his newer BMW and steps out, the interior light of his car bright enough for her to make out at least some of his features. He looks to be tall, about six foot she'd guess, lean looking in his t-shirt and shorts as he approaches her. Problem he asks? She replies that it just died, but by now he is looking into the engine compartment, poking and prodding to see what he can do to help. His now wet shorts cling tightly to what she has already determined to be a very nice, tight butt and the wet t-shirt shows off his slender body. Her mind starts to wander as she catches herself staring, then, out of nowhere, he falls backward into her, startling her and they both end up face to face on the warm wet pavement. Their eyes lock for an ever so brief moment, then the nervous laugh as he apologizes. Sorry about that, I got shocked by a wire somewhere in the dark recesses of your engine compartment. May be it is the wine, maybe not, but for that moment, there was a connection. He stands up, then offers his hand to help her up. She takes it, feeling the strength and the power of his hand as she rises, and again, is face to face, eye to eye with the stranger. She breaks the silence with a question about how it is going, to which he replies I am not really sure, but let me look at a few more things. 

She is drawn to him, mysteriously, inexplicably, but she is, there is no mistaking it. As he bends back over the car and continues his quest, she again finds herself staring at him, wondering about where he has come from, and what twist of fate brought him here tonight. Hey he says, this may have been it as she looks up to see him plugging in a loose wire close to the engine itself. Give it a try now he says to her. Her mind races, this is a good thing, but yet it is not, she was intrigued and wanted to watch a bit longer she thinks to herself as she slowly makes her way around to the driver's seat. She turns the key hoping it will start, but then too, hoping it will not as she knows if it does, the moment will be either gone, or need to be acted on impulsively, a risk her mind is telling her is acceptable It starts, and she has her answer.

All righty and thank you, she blurts out from behind the wheel. She leaves the car running, steps out and moves toward him, her nervousness showing in her walk, her face, and her rock hard nipples pressing against the silk blouse. Thank you, she whispers as she puts her hands to his face, rises up on her toes and gently kisses his warm, rain soaked mouth. Her hands move from the side of his face to the back of his head as she gently, and tenderly at first, then more passionately kisses him. At first he seems to back away, then her persistence moves him and he puts his arms around her, pulling her close, reciprocating on the pressure of the kisses she is engaged in, the warm rain continuing to soak them both. She moves her hands under his t-shirt, his finding their way underneath her blouse. As they embrace and kiss, she can feel a stir in his pants and a wetness more than rain between her legs. They are both caught up in the moment, each letting their hands and their lips speak for themselves. She loosens her grip and backs away just far enough to unbutton the top button of his shorts, now tight with his bulging manhood. Slowly she unzips his shorts, pulling them down over his waist, letting them fall onto the wet pavement. She slowly, tauntingly reaches inside of his jockey shorts and finds his pulsing dick, pulling it out of its wet surroundings and into the open air and warm rain. She strokes it slowly, the gentle rain washing away the day of being inside his pants and slowly bends over and kisses it lightly on the head. He takes her and raises her back up so that her eyes meet his, her lips meet his and again are locked in a sensual and passionate embrace. As his hand finds its way underneath her skirt, even if it was not raining outside, her thong panties would be soaked right now. His touch sends a shiver up her spine, but also triggers another feeling, one of pressure built up inside of her. Her hand on the outside of her skirt follows his on the inside of her skirt, prompting him for more. 

Suddenly he stops, but not for long. He leans back on the fender of the car, and after staring at her for a moment, takes her hand and draws her close, turning her around in the process. With her back to him and now leaning into him to feel the hardness of his dick, he reaches around the front of her and slowly, seductively unbuttons her blouse, exposing her bare milky white breasts to the night. She leans forward, and with no words to direct him, he slips the rain soaked silk blouse from her skin. He places it gently on the fender behind him. Next, he unzips the skirt, and again without words, she steps out of it, and her black panties. He bends slightly to completely remove them, placing those too on the fender. As she leans back into him, his hands find the wetness of her rain soaked body and wondrous lubrication flowing freely from her pussy. He touches his silky wet fingers to her lips as she tastes herself, then to his to savor the taste as well. His hands then find their way back to her pelvis when he pulls her tight against the largeness of his manhood, but this time, she feels and knows what the pressure is and struggles with how to stop him before she embarrasses herself. As she moves her hands on top of his, she pulls them gently away and then turns to face him, locked in the connecting gaze once more. Her lips move shyly, nervously as she says to him, please, I want to do this, I want you so bad I ache, but I had too much wine back there at the canyon and I need to, well, go. I'll just be a minute but if I don't, I won't enjoy what is unfolding and you will be sorry.

Still locked in the gaze he responds by saying sorry, why would you be sorry. Because I don't want this to stop she responds in a hushed and anxious voice. He tenderly moves his strong hands to the side of her face, gently caressing it, kisses her tenderly on the lips, then breaks the gaze, leans over, and whispers in her ear, then don't be. In case you haven't noticed, it is raining and it just doesn't matter. I love holding you too much right now, right here, in this moment to let you go, and so if you need to, well, go, then do and I'll hold you tight. I've never had a woman do that before to me, but then I've never been naked in the rain at the side of the road with someone as attractive and passionate as you before either. Really she sheepishly says, feeling somewhat embarrassed but even more aroused and aware of the wave of sensuality coming over her at the thought of sharing herself with him like that. Really he replies and draws her closer to him, kissing her gently yet passionately as he does. One last thing then she says as she backs slightly and removes his jockey shorts, revealing the fullness of what makes him a man. She bends over and picks up his shorts, and t-shirt and reaches around behind him placing his clothes on hers. Then slowly, deliberately, she faces him, puts her arms behind him and draws close to him, his rock hard dick pulsating between them. They kiss and as they do, she shifts her weight and moves her legs slightly apart. Still locked in the embrace, she can not imagine she is going to do what she is thinking about, but the desire, excitement, and the passion of the moment stir her and she concentrates hard on relaxing just enough to let a small amount of clear, slightly golden nectar escape her body, all the while hoping he does not notice, the warm rain still falling on them. She stops and opens her eyes to look at him, embarrassed by the thought, yet still, slightly turned on at it. She kisses his neck, moves her lips close to his ear and whispers once more time, are you sure it is OK? It is fine he assures her, please don't worry and don't hold back. From out of nowhere, she whispers again, so then do you want to watch, as she nibbles his earlobe and a playful, wicked smile lightens up her face. She remembers thinking to herself how bold but how naughty and erotic this was, the thought of what was unfolding between them right now. Sure he replies, whatever you are comfortable with.

With that last acknowledgement and approval, she amazes herself further by stepping back just a little, slightly arching her back, and spreading her legs a bit more. She reaches down to her pussy and with two fingers, one on either side of it, spreads her sweet lips just so and tries to relax enough to let the clear golden nectar flow. It is slow and broken at first, a few small nervous spurts glistening in the light under the hood, finding its way to the ground at both of their feet. A nervous laugh, and then a stream, a nice strong one, evidence of how badly she had to go. Five seconds into this naughty fantasy, she realizes the stream is strong enough and collected enough to aim and again from where this came she didn't know, but she starts to intentionally spray him, first his legs, and then, as she gets more control, she aims it right at his rock hard and throbbing dick. He helps by moving his dick so that it captures all of what she has to offer and for another 20 seconds they both are in ecstasy. Her stream slowly comes to an end, the golden nectar mixing with the still warm rain of the evening. That was amazing she thinks to herself as he asks her to come closer so he can kiss her. As she draws near, she reaches down and puts his rock hard dick between them you, pointing skyward. Their eyes lock again and he kisses her softly. Now where were we she mumbles into his ear, grabbing and pulling him tight against her naked, wet body. The empassioned kisses last for a few minutes and then she backs away far enough to grab his dick and begin stroking. She can feel the pulsing of the blood in his veins with every stroke and then she bends over and begins sliding it in and out of her mouth, now her tongue feeling the pulses. Slowly her rhythm picks up as she tries to coax the warm cum from his body. She begins to feel the familiar swelling associated with a man getting ready to cum and so, to savor the moment a bit longer, she slows her pace, then stops and rises up and kisses him passionately and deeply, his precum on her lips and tongue. They probe each other's mouths, their tongues dancing to the melody of passion. Whispering again over the soft rain, she asks him please to fuck her, right here, right now. She moves to the side of the car, slowly bends over the fender, and spreading her legs, please she says, please fuck me now. He makes his way behind her and though his dick is large, the sweet nectar of her love, and the rain all help his dick slide gently into her hot, wet pussy. He starts slowly, but her moans will him to pump harder and harder until they are writhing in unison with every thrust. He reaches under her and grabs her luscious white tits, still thrusting deeply and hard. The moment is too perfect and she doesn't want it to end, but as his dick swells just before he cums, a wave of warmth and passion overtakes her and she screams out loud as they cum in unison, as one single being. Again he thrusts, and again the wave of an orgasm, once, twice more, and she now clings to the car as her knees weaken, him still inside of her. A minute goes by without a word being spoken, her body still quivering at the experience. He finally steps back slightly, pulling out, and the mixture of his cum and her lubrication drip onto the still rain soaked pavement, and down the inside of her legs. She does not move for another minute, content to regain stability in her legs before she moves them. God that was great she says to him. Yes it was he says, exhausted himself. She finally stands up, turns around, and leans back on the fender, strong enough to stand but doubtful how far she could walk. With a nervous laugh, she tells him how glad she was that he came along to help her. Me too he replies then leans into you and kisses her. My name is Jim by the way he whispers to her. He moves to embrace her, just standing and holding her close for several minutes, nothing between them but the night and the still falling, warm gentle rain. 

One last thing he finally says, whispering into her ear, you know earlier, when you had to.... Well now I have to, so I need to do the gentlemanly thing and step around to the other side of the car for a minute. Then we'd probably both ought to get out of the rain and on back home, though I hope you'll give me your number. Wait, she says quickly, so it is OK for me to, well, you know, but not for you to? What is wrong with this picture, turnabout is only fair play Mr., her voice rising a bit, that wicked smile painting her face. I want you to share with me like I did with you, please, she says in her best valley girl voice. I am not sure I can he says sheepishly, his telling smile giving away that he'd really like to despite his words.

So then, it is settled she says to him, looking him in the eye and leaning back further on the fender, spreading her now less weary legs and in the process of doing so, exposing her still pulsing clit to the now cool open air. Whenever you are ready she continues by saying, just aim for my pussy, my clit is cold and it needs warmed up. He then moves to a position in front of her, his once hard dick now somewhat smaller but still large by any measure. He grabs it and points it at her, as she notices the obvious concentration on his face. Then, like her, slowly at first with most of the warm golden nectar hitting the ground between them, he starts. She looks him in the eyes, smiles that wicked smile, then looks lower, now watching his stream moving up her leg quickly and to her pussy. It is warm, colorless, odorless, and wonderful, and she tingles at the thought of what is now, for the second time tonight, unfolding. Why now, why here she quickly thinks to herself, but she is interrupted by a growing sensation between her legs, pulsating warmth throughout her body. She knew her clit was still sensitive but could this be happening. She leans back and sighs exclaiming oh, my, god as the wave of an orgasm continues to rise as the stream continues to excite her clitoris. She pushes her pelvis into the stream and just as he is loosing pressure she climaxes again, a wave of passion and warmth engulfing her, her knees again getting weak to the point of not holding her up. The warmth now falls to her leg, then her foot as it finally stops in what is too short of a time..........

Can I take you home stranger, oops, sorry..... Jim, she says You are great! And with that she steps forward away from the car, shaky legs and all, and embraces him, kissing him passionately as their tongues again dance in each other's mouths for what seemed like too short a time, but longer than they had imagined.

Several minutes go by and looking at him she says, I suppose..... Yes he replies, we probably ought to in case someone else comes along, and smiles, and winks at her. They both grab their soaking wet clothes, gently wringing them out and slowly, methodically, watching each other's every move, cover up the flesh that just moments ago was locked in a passionate embrace.

One last quick kiss between them and then she ducks inside her car as he moves to close her hood, the engine still running. She grabs a pen and a piece of paper out of the glove compartment, and scribbles her name and number on it. As he walks up beside her, the car door still open, she places it into his hand and closes his fingers over is so as to keep it from getting too wet.

Thank you, she says to him, their eyes locking once again. No, thank you he says just before leaning down and gently, softly kissing her on her lips and then turning away. Furtively, anxiously, she cries out, call me won't you. Don't leave me with this one experience and then nothing....please.

Not to worry he says, is tomorrow good? He smiles that big smile for her one last time as he gets into his car. You first he says, after all, I want to make sure the car is really fixed and that you make it out of here OK. She gets all the way in, pulls the door shut, puts it in gear, and drives off into the darkness toward the highway the warm rain still falling on the desert floor in front of her..........



Warm Teen Love On A....



It was an experience that played it self out a few times a week during the winter of my senior year in high school. My girlfriend and I would be out driving on a calm, warm, winter night, giant fluffy snowflakes would be bouncing off the windshield of her old rusty cavalier, and there would be a soft glow off the freshly fallen snow. Inevitably at some point she would reach over and give a rough little rub to the crotch of my jeans. I would look over into her cute, innocent, little face and know exactly what was behind that smug little smile. 

There was one dead end we would usually go to, oddly enough it was called Doolittle Drive. It ended in a turn around over the highway and past that the local airport. She would gaze over at me as she slowed to a stop and slipped the car into park. Without a word we would lean over and start making out. My hand would slide up her shirt, pushing her bra out of the way to cup the firm little mounds that graced her chest. It wouldn’t take long before her cold hands would pull my cock out of my pants and start stroking it. At first it was a shock but the coolness of her tiny hands against my shaft would get me rock hard almost instantly. 

I would take one hand out of her shirt and unbutton and unzip her tight pants. She would have to shift her hips to allow my hand to slide down her taut stomach and passed the dark little patch of soft hair she kept trimmed just the way I liked it. As my hands would reach the soft mounds of her pussy I could feel the incredible heat and moisture she had already built up. With no resistance my finger would slip between the velvety folds of her pussy and down to her tight little hole. She would moan as the palm of my hand cupped her pussy and rubbed her clit as my finger slid up inside her. Her pussy would initially squeeze my finger but was too moist to offer any resistance. 

After several minutes of rubbing she would push me away and push her pants and panties down slide her shoes off and then toss the bundle on her seat as I pushed my boxers and pants down around my ankles. She would climb over the center consol and position on knee on either side of my thighs, by now I could smell the sweet musty smell of her tender hole. Her soft hands would reach down and grab the shaft of my cock as she lowered herself onto my needy cock. Her hand would stay wrapped around the base as she gave it a little wiggle to get it started into her warm hole. Her pussy would envelop my penis as she worked it in a little at a time. The heat of her hole contradicted the coolness of the car so much it would send me into an orgasm almost immediately.

That first orgasm was never very satisfying to me so I would continue pumping my cock into her as I rode the waves of the initial orgasm and the incredible sensitivity that ensued. My mind would slowly wonder back to my body, to find myself hammering her young pussy even rougher then before. At this point everything would be covered in our juices, as she would rise up the coolness of the air would rush up my shaft, and when she slammed down the warmth would run all the way down to the base and then our cool moist pubes would grind together. It had to be the most incredible sensation ever. 

We would continue this, slowing down and speeding up, working our way into frenzy. Slowly would feel another orgasm coming on as my girlfriends cunt would slowly tighten around my shaft. As she would throw her head back and moan I wouldn’t be able to control myself anymore, and I would send the rest of my hot cum deep inside her as she bucked uncontrollably on my lap before collapsing against my chest. 

When we would finally catch our breath we would grab a towel from the glove compartment wipe ourselves clean. We would pull our cloth back on and off we would go through the snow again, a little more relaxed and smiles on our faces.



Warm Up



It was a cold, grim night on the Eastern Seaboard; a "nor'easter" was in the region, and freezing rain was pelting down like little lancets in the gusting wind. The man was desultorily watching the flames leap off the firewood when, unexpectedly, the door-bell rang.

He opened the door and saw her there, soaked and shivering. She said, "My heater's out and the damned car won't start; you're the only one nearby I could think of!" 

Quickly ushering her inside and closing the door against winter's chill, he tore off his bathrobe and laid it on the sofa, next to where she stood. "Get rid of those wet clothes and put this on", he said. "We've got to get you warmed up fast, or you'll catch pneumonia!" 

Tossing two more birch logs on the fire, he ran to the bathroom and turned on the water, extra hot. When the flow came up to temperature, he set the shower-spray to needle-sharpness and returned to the living-room, beckoning her in. He handed her into the tub and told her, "Keep turning around and let the hot spray warm you up!" Gradually, he saw her shivering stop and a more relaxed expression come over her face. The glory of her voluptuous body began to cause a lengthening in his loins. 

He placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her turning and grasped a bar of soap... sensually rubbing it over her arms, shoulders and chest, he lathered her thoroughly, then reached around to wash her back. Taking the moveable shower-head, he rinsed her off, the soapy water descending in twin rivulets from her perked, wrinkled pink nipples. 

Returning the shower-head to its hanger, he carefully sat on the tub floor and began to wash the lower half of her body, being ever so gentle as he soaped her between her legs, then ran the soap bar in caressing circles over her round, firm cheeks. He motioned her to hand him the shower-head and rinsed the soap away.... 

Crossing his ankles behind hers, he grasped her bottom and drew her to him, parting her with his tongue, then forming it into a "U" and stroking her emerging clitoris up and down, up and down, working its sharpened tip deep into her sub-structure, then reaching it into the smooth ring of her entrance, probing her deeply, cork-screwing it, licking her inner walls thirstily. He felt her hands idly playing in his hair as her breathing began to deepen, little murmurs of pleasure escaping her throat.... 

He arose slowly and faced her, bending to kiss both her nipples hungrily, supporting her breasts with his cupped hands. Then he turned her to face the stall wall and poised his cock in the cleft between her cheeks, moving it forward with his hand until he was at her lower lips; then, flexing his hips, he eased it into her, shuddering with pleasure as he felt his corona rippling past her inner lips, then her inner rings. With exquisite slowness he filled her, pausing momentarily to feel how good it was to be inside her, letting her accustom herself to the size of him within. He partially withdrew, then began to thrust into her in a rhythm older than time, yet as new as the next second, feeling a sublime joy in her warmth.... 

Stepping between her legs, he began to thrust faster and more vigorously, fucking straight up into her, lifting her feet from the tub floor with every stroke. Feeling the moment of inevitability looming, he drew her back against him, squeezing her ample breasts in cadence with his driving cock below, his face buried in the angle of her neck and shoulder. Several more thrusts and they were there, a shining star formed of purest intrinsic delight flaring to life between their legs, then going nova with a power that enraptured their souls.... 

He shuddered violently as he came into her, his warm come geysering high into her womb, the head of his cock swelling twice its size to seal his juices within her. Gasping raggedly, he held her there, feet dangling in the air, as the spasms slowly subsided, then lowered her to the tub floor, starting with a gasp as his softening cock slipped out of her. 

He turned her to face him and, covering her mouth with his, kissed her with a tenderness unimaginable only seconds before, their tongues lolling, caressing, tasting.... 

It suddenly occurred to both of them that the water was still showering down, their skins nearly red with warmth, both external and internal. He turned the water off, then reached for two thick terrycloth towels, drying her, then himself with one, handing the other to her to wrap her hair. 

They walked, arms wrapped around each other, back into the living-room, toasty with warmth from the now-roaring fire, and lay spooned together on the sofa. Idly, he began to lip-nibble her ear-lobe, brushing kisses along the smooth arc of her neck and shoulder. He was beginning to become erect again; she smiled sexily over her shoulder, her tongue peeking from between her lips, and rocked her pelvis, offering him entry....



Warm Up



I call you on my way home and tell you to shower and get ready to go out for the evening. You ask where but I tell you nevermind just do as I say. I get home a few minutes later and can hear the shower running so I quickly strip down and grab something from our toybox. I slip into the shower with you and quickly face you towards the wall, placing your hands up high and spreading your legs, instructing you not to move.

My hands begin soaping your shoulders, then down to your back, and slowly drift around to your tits, letting them slip in and out of my soapy fingers, working those huge nipples between my thumb and forefinger making them stand out to their fullest. You feel them working down to your thighs, then your ass, slipping in that crack and lightly fingering that tight little hole causing you to come up on your tiptoes.

Bringing my hands back around, I start massaging your upper thighs working my hands upward as lean into you and begin whispering some of the nights plans, telling you I have picked out a black skirt, white button up blouse, black bra and thigh highs and they are waiting on the bed when you are ready. By this time my fingers are tracing up and down your pussy lips as my other hand slowly spreads them apart, allowing my fingers deeper and deeper into your wettening valley, coaxing at that clit, making it swell, my foot nudging your legs further apart. Your clit is getting wonderfully hard, one of the things I like best about your body, as I gently pinch and stroke it.

I spin you around and again place your hands up high and push legs those far apart. Grabbing the handheld showerhead I begin

rinsing you,working my way down til I drop to my knees and work that pussy with my tounge and the water bringing that clit to its fully swollen state. I pull back and slip a tweezer clamp on it, adjusted to keep you stimulated, no pain, yet! I tell you the clamp stays on til it is time to get dressed and to go get ready now.

How I love keeping you in this state, your face flushes, your eyes get that dreamy look in them, and your breathing makes your big tits rise and fall even more than normal. I play with you as you do your hair and makeup, forcing you to open your legs, while your hands are busy curilng your hair, and and pulling, twisting and tightening that clamp. making your legs go weak. You enter the bedroom and I help you with the bra, I chose this one because I know it fits very tight and traps those tits hard, and the thigh high stockings, then your top. Before the skirt goes on I sit you in my office chair and push your legs up over the arms, telling you to spread those lips wide, exposing that now dripping pussy so I can slowly remove the clamp and trace my tongue around that erect clit. I then open a package that arrived earlier and show you your new toy, a gstring with a built in, remote controlled vibrator that I can use up to twentyfive feet away. You stand up and I slide them on, making sure they are tight and the vibe is in the spot I want it, just below your clit. On goes your skirt and heels and we are ready to go out.

As we walk to the car I test the remote, watching your face as you bite your lip and stagger a little, it should be an interesting evening. It's a ninety mile drive to the hotel and you are being teased the whole way. Sometimes I hold the button down til I see your thighs shake, sometimes just a short hit. I tell you to pull up that skirt and run your fingers along that g string that is splitting your pussy and bring them up to my lips so I can taste your excitement. We pull up to the hotel and keep the remote pressed the as the valet helps you out of the car, watching this makes my cock throb just knowing what your going through, trying to keep your balance after four hours of stimulation with no relief. You ask why we are not checking in and I tell you I already have earlier today. I take you straight into the casino and up to the bar and you beg me to just take you to the room, but I say we need to have a drink first. You quickly order a glass of wine and watch as I slip some money into the poker machine. You open your mouth to protest and I hit the button and at the same time reach around your back and pull that g string tight, forcing that vibrator deep into your slit, wich takes the words out of your mouth. I then lead you to the restaurant, an upscale place with private booths. We are seated in the back, the long tablecloth hiding the things I'm about to do to you.

We slide into the booth, sitting close to each other, and order drinks. I turn your face to mine and begin kissing you as I work that pussy with my remote. I pull away and reach in my jacket pocket and show you a six inch dildo, your eyes light up and you flare your legs open immediately begging me to put it in. my hand slides that string over and spreads your cunt wide and I slip it in. I slide the string back over it and reposition the vibrator, this time directly on that engorged clit. As the waiter approaches I toy with that remote and you plead with me not to work while hes taking our order, as soon as he begins talking I press down and all three of us can hear the vibe doing its work the waiter tells you your phone is going off wich makes you blush even redder and makes me smile. You barely get your order out, verbally stumbling every time I push that button, then I do nothing at all after he leaves except watch you try not to grab that dildo and pound in and out of that wet pussy. Dinner comes, but not you, niether of us are hungry for anything but each other.

Finally you feel that vibe come on, my hand moves up your thigh to the base of that small dildo and discretely pushes it in and out, then moving up to pinch your cilt and hold it tight agianst that vibe. You turn and bite my shoulder as the orgasm hits, gripping the table as it moves through you, gasping out loud and biting me harder. I stroke that rock hard clit, keeping your climax going for a while then slide the dildo out and tell you its time to go to the room, your warm up is over and we are going to work you all night.