2 comments/ 10092 views/ 1 favorites Wonderful Sex By: luv2taste I was almost a virgin when I got married the first time. Sex was a disappointment. I had no idea what I was doing nor did she and so we fell into an unenthusiastic series of couplings that resulted in three children and a divorce. I was a terrible husband and not at all ready for domestic life. Single life at 30 was O.K. but left something to be desired until I met a gal going through medical residency and needed a casual playmate. I volunteered and easily got the job. Margaret was not a beauty but neither was she someone you would be ashamed of taking to a party. Margaret Gilby avoided social situations and on her day off wanted to fuck. For a girl that was raised in the Midwest culture of central Illinois, she had rather brazen attitudes towards sex. Peggy, to her friends, loved porn flix, masturbation, oral, anal, an occasional lady, and almost anything else that was erotic. Sex was her favorite topic and consumed most of her pre, during, and post dinner conversation. Her favorite "vacation" was checking into a 5 star hotel and fucking from morn till night with the only interruptions being room service. The only problem that Peg and I had was that when we weren't fucking, we were fighting. We were both strong willed and rigid to the point of serious fault. It eventually destroyed our relationship even thought we would get together for an occasional romp. Ingar was my first attempt at a relationship after a year of therapy. Ingar was a Scandinavian with a nice body and a soft heart. She gave the best head I have ever experienced and was a great bed partner as well. Ingar was open to experimentation and loved sex. Hers was much warmer and loving, but no less erotic than Peg. Ingar lasted a year. She needed to be taken care of as well as her children and even a suggested loan for her ex. That finally broke the camel's back. Again, we got together on occasion for a week end or evening of dinner and sex. She was a wonderful woman but all consuming. Barbara was a huge mistake. One that I really let ulterior motives influence my decision. We married after a one year courtship. I loved her parents and that helped us last for 20 years. When menopause hit, she became psychotic. I tried to stay but counseling, talking, bargining, and pleading all failed. She refused to give up her lover and I was so consumed by jealousy and self-pity that I left after five long months of agony. My next attempt at love was a lesbian. I was so taken by her that I was willing to work the sex thing out just to be able to stay with her. A Svenska from Montana, she was one of the most delightful people I have ever known. Bright, witty, insightful, and skilled, we hung together like frolicking puppies. She was smart enough to know that a long term relationship was doomed to tragedy. She just walked out of my life one day and never said goodbye. My heart still aches a little about that. Another lesbian friend wanted to introduce me to a friend of hers. She said I needed a mercy fuck and so did her friend. We had a double date at a local Italian restaurant. I drove Mary to my house after dinner and we talked until 2:00 am when I took her back to her car. Mary reminded me of Marion the Librarian. She had short curly sandy hair, wire rimmed gasses, and worked as an accountant. I figured that Mary would do for a while because there was something about her, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I met Mary at the dude ranch that our lesbian friends had just purchased and were getting ready to open. They went to Arizona to buy some horses and asked if Mary would come for a week and feed their horses. I threw bales of alfalfa while Mary filled buckets of oats and molasses. We drove in town for dinner and returned to a beautiful star lit night. Mary spread a blanket on the front lawn we looked at the stars and talked. We kissed for a while and I suggested we go inside to the bed. I went into the bathroom to pee and when I returned Mary was just stepping out of her panties. She pulled the sheets back and turned around to face me. She must have made a conscious effort to hide her body. I was breathless. Mary had the most beautiful body I had ever laid eyes on. Her body was slim and fit. Her beautiful breasts curved down then up like a ski-jump. Her belly was slightly rounded and firm and her ass was magnificent. I realize these are all subjective judgments but this body could have been in any magazine in the world and people would have written in for more. I lay next to Mary and pulled her to me. I could feel the hardness of her nipples and the softness of her breasts. My cock went right between her legs and her bush was wet and warm. As my cock slid into the warmth of her thighs, she gave a soft moan. Mary rolled me on top of her and opened her legs so that my cock immediately slid in part way and had to push the rest of the way. We rolled again and I was on top. Mary screamed and thrust towards me with such force that I felt I would be thrown off but she caught me with her legs and pulled me down hard again. Three of these bucking episodes and I gushed right along with Mary. We lay panting and spent. I slipped down and began to lap her juices that sweetly mingled with mine. The lady closed her thighs around my head and began to pump my face, slathering her wetness all over my cheeks and nose. Mary was delicious. I could hear her muffled cries as her thighs closed over my ears and held tight. Suddenly, her thighs spread and I was given deeper access to her sweet pussy. Several deep thrusts of my tongue and Mary screamed and came again. I scooted up and kissed her with my dripping face and cum covered lips. We lay panting for a few minutes then Mary went down on me. There was only one woman who really turned me on with a blow job, but I enjoyed watching Mary enjoyed my cock. I shifted Mary so her ass was over my face and I went for her pussy while she sucked my cock. Shortly, Mary forgot the cock and rocked on my face until she screamed her third orgasm. She collapsed on me. Mary turned around and began whispering in my ear. "More, more, more, more." I was excited enough to have a building hard-on but I was no where near cumming. I fucked her slow, then fast, then sweet, then almost violently. With every stroke Mary filled the air with sounds of joy and lust. She was the most verbal as well as most aggressive sex partner I had ever had. Her moaning seemed to drive me to orgasm but her body and her urging kept me up for the next round. The sun was coming up when we finally collapsed into a near coma. We woke at noon and ran out to feed the livestock. We had omelets and just stared into each other's eyes. Mary finally looked at me with pleading eyes and said "Do me." I had to make a deal. Mary felt about being eaten like I felt about getting a blow job. But since we both like to give so much, we agreed that the other could do copious amounts of slurping, so long as the fucking stayed at acceptable levels. I had never been with a woman who came so easily and so often. I have been with women who pretended to, but Mary would get herself off in less than a minute using her fingers and could repeat the same thing in a few minutes after the first. Mary's anthem was "Do me." The garden at her house was amazing. It was an urban jungle. Stepping from her back porch into the garden was like going into another world. In the morning, Mary would bring out two big mugs of coffee and we would sit on a bench in the middle of the jungle. Birds would fly close by our heads as we would kiss and drink coffee. Mary had a white silk robe that would soon be open and her lovely breasts would tease me into a seeping erection that she would lick or use her finger to wipe the pre-cum off. I would drink my coffee and slip my fingers deep inside her and occasionally pull them out and lick off her juices. My cock would be bursting and Mary would have several small orgasms as we sat for an hour ramping up our sexual need to near desperation. When the "Do me" came, we would run into the house shedding the robes on the way and usually lasted less than five thrusts before a huge explosive orgasm ensued. Then came the nice slow fuck and suck. I could simply look at her body and be ready to go in less than a minute, no matter how much we had been at it. After a while we limited ourselves to five orgasms before we went for a walk or swimming, or what ever. Shortly after we began fucking one night, Mary heard a forceful knock at the door. She was going to ignore it until we heard "Police!" Mary threw on her robe. I heard the cop ask "if everything was OK?" Mary assured him it was and finished by saying that " I'm just getting my brains fucked out." The cops laughed and left. I loved Mary to straddle my face in the 69 position and let me adjust my head with a pillow so that the tip of my tongue just touched the lips of her pussy. It would be wet and if I held my tongue still for a few seconds a small drop of her juices would form and I would lick it off. I could do this for hours but Mary soon needed to be filled with cock. Evenings were spent watching old movies. Mary insisted on sitting on my lap with me inside her while we watched. We rigged a chair that allowed me full access to her pussy, tits, and the TV screen. I could feel occasional contractions around my cock and Mary's body would go rigid for a second or two then she would relax into my arms and put my hand up on her breast and give it a slight squeeze. At the movies end, Mary would lean forward and I would stand and pound her ass until I gushed in her. It was then that I most feared the cops as screams and profanity filled the air. I traveled for my job as did Mary. We usually met at her place because she had pets. When I deplaned, Mary was always leaning against the far wall of the terminal building with her arms and legs crossed and the sexiest smile on her face that I have ever seen. She would ease off the wall and meet me in the middle of the concourse, slip her arm in mine and off we would go to the parking lot. By the time we got to the car I had my coat or computer bag in front of my crotch to cover the huge wet spot from my leaking hard-on. No one had ever affected me like that. One of Mary's favorite things was the massage table she had in the basement. We would give each other sexual massages for hours. Mary loved me to put my erection into our self-engineered glory hole. She would stroke me with one hand and massage my prostate with the other. She claimed she could get a pint of semen out of me by the end of the hour. She also loved the double penetration massage and I could get her to squirt that way. I had to be careful because the second squirting orgasm and Mary was done for the night. It took all the energy out of her, and most of the fluids. God, she loved that. We used scented oils and hands to slick up the bodies. Fucking was also great on the massage table because we were all oiled up and it added a new dimension to what we were doing. We were both constantly masturbating as well. I would be cooking an omelet or eggs and jacking off. Mary would either sit at the table and join me or stand behind me and take over. She also loved cum on her tits and would have my load dripping from her nipples as she forked eggs into her mouth. We would call from where ever our jobs took us and get each other off verbally by detailed planning of our next meeting. Our lesbian friends that got us together loved to have us over or spend the night with us. Mary paid them no mind and would pull my cock out in front of them in a heartbeat. But "the girls", not to be out done, would begin a torrid lovemaking session. We both seemed about equally sexually charged. Shortly after one of us started something, there were four sweaty nude bodies wreathing in a heap on some floor in the house. I guess by now the police had our number and left us alone because it really got loud as the orgasms began. We usually had something to do with the girls when they came and saved sex for after dinner. If we got going before the event we planned, the girls would have an orgasm and leave. They knew we were engaged for the day. Car trips were a frequent delight. We would go to hiking spots or hot springs for the day. Since it was Mary's turf and she had seen it all, she frequently had her head in my lap and my cock in her mouth. If we got to new territory, Mary would slide over next to me and slowly stroke me as we drove. I loved the feeling but rarely came as my attention was on the road. When I got my traveling job I purchased a cabin in the mountains for a retreat. I found a fire sale. The place had neighbors but not visible and I had plenty of land to assure that it stayed that way. The log house needed lots of work. I put a new roof on it, blasted and chinked the log exterior and cut some trees back for fire suppression. Next my son built a huge stone fireplace, refinished all the wood floors and tiled some others. It was small, efficient and a show place. My favorite room was a sun porch that had windows facing South and was warmed by the winter sun. The eves were enough to block the hot summer sun. Mary would bring her cat and stay for a month or so between our jobs. We would sit naked on the sun porch and tease each other as we sipped our morning coffee. I also had a huge secluded back yard and a bench. In the summer we lazily played with each other as we had our morning caffeine. The girls came by about monthly. In the summer we would all lay out on a blanket and end up fucking and or sucking most of the afternoon. Of the two lesbians, my closest friend, asked me one day if she could fuck Mary. She did this in Mary's presence as well as her partners'. I said it was fine with me, but she had to ask Mary. Mary gave that girl a fucking that she will long remember, as will I. She admitted that she had fucked a college roommate years before and had enjoyed it. She much preferred men but wasn't opposed to a sweet pussy on occasion. Mary and I had come out of a movie one night. As we passed an alley on the way to our car we heard a soft sobbing. We discovered a beautiful young Asian girl who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She had been beaten up by her boyfriend who got violent when he drank. We took her home with us. Together, we cleaned her wounds, gave her some support, a drink of the hard stuff, and put her in the guest room. A risky move on many levels but this one turned out OK. Li was 26 and a daughter of a shrimp fisherman in Louisiana. She had come to the big city to go to college, then stayed when she met her boyfriend during her senior year at the university. Things went fine for a while until he began drinking, then the world got ugly. As I said, Mary was not a quiet lover. Li had heard the moans and screams and came to see if things were all right. She cracked open the door and found ecstasy instead of abuse. I guess she was enthralled and stood and watched for quite a while. Thinking about this all night she made an offer to Mary and Mary tendered it to me. Li wanted to live with us. In return she would do housekeeping and cooking. She would do this for room and board. But, she also wanted to be our sex slave. She was dead serious. She loved domination but not pain, although a slap on the ass was fine. She would serve both our desires as long as it didn't get to kinky. Mary and I talked this over in depth. After we figured we had covered all the bases and agreed on safety valves and triggers, we invited Li to stay. Li explained that she would look for a job as soon as the newness wore off and then a "good" boyfriend. We agreed. Li cooked a wonderful shrimp dish for supper then insisted that we stay in our chairs for desert. Li scooted under the table and ate Mary's pussy to a thunderous orgasm and blew me into surrendering a gigantic load in Li's skilled mouth. Li turned down our offer of reciprocity, wanting to wait a few days. Li loved to watch us fuck and would bring us water, lub, or anything she thought could make our experience better. She was an expert masseuse and we soon had a massage table set up at my place. Li rarely wore clothes in the cabin. When I went to Mary's, sometimes Li would accompany me and sometimes Mary wanted alone time. Li was part of the Mary thing for me. I didn't fuck her when Mary wasn't there. While I had both of their permissions I felt a little uncomfortable about it. Mary and I talked about it and she agreed on what ever I was comfortable with. When Mary and I played with each other over morning coffee, Li would frequently sit if front of us and tell us how hot it was to watch and how nice it was the way we gave each other pleasure. Sometimes Li would ask us to perform a specific act. She loved to see me do Mary on the blanket on the lawn doggie style. Li would play with her pussy as she watched. During this scene, Mary especially liked to have her tits milked like she was a cow. Li would pull her tits and I would slam her from behind. On other occasions Mary would eat Li while I continued to pound her pussy from behind. Our scene lasted for six months or so. Li found a super job and shortly thereafter began dating an exec. in the company. She got an apartment and moved out. She brought her man friend by on occasion and would cook dinner. The last we heard she had a different husband and was an executive in the company where she got her first job. We still fuck a lot after years of being together. When things start to go a little flat we will invite a couple we know to come and fuck with us. We began by just watching each other and then moved to trading partners. One of our "treats" is to go to the city and attend a huge swing club. We just sit and watch then come home and fuck our brains out. Most folks think we are newly weds. Most of the time we feel like that. Wonderful Stranger Los Angeles can be a terribly confusing place if you don't know your way around. I didn't. I'd been in the city for less than a day, by myself, hoping to find anyone who could tell me where the hell to go. The hotel wasn't helpful; they just told me where all of the expensive touristy places were. That wasn't what I was interested in. Give me the local flavor any day. I left the hotel and walked. I walked for hours, just trying to get my bearings and figure out where everything was. It didn't work, and by early evening I was hopelessly lost, and getting worried about finding my way back to the hotel. It seemed like a good neighborhood, but I've never been comfortable speaking with people I don't know. I waited as long as possible before approaching someone. As I made the decision to ask someone where I was, I saw a man walking down the street smoking a cigarette. There were other people around, but none of them had that cloud around them that indicated they had suicide on layaway. I would have killed for a cigarette at that point. LA will do that to you; I think it's all the "no smoking" signs. I couldn't tell what he looked like; all I saw was a slender figure with short, dark hair walking the other direction, wearing a dark jacket and slacks. I trotted up to him. "Excuse me sir. I'm very sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could spare a cigarette, and maybe some directions back to the Roosevelt?" I almost collapsed when he turned around to look at me. I had just asked to bum a cigarette off of Michael Wincott! I thought maybe I was mistaken, but there just aren't that many people who look like him. The second he opened his mouth I knew I had been right. "Sure, here you go," he said in that beautiful honeyed-vinegar voice, handing me an American Spirit. "The Roosevelt you say?" God, I had dreamed about that voice. "Uh...um...yeah. The Roosevelt." I couldn't help stammering. I wanted desperately not to come off like a dweeb, and was afraid I was failing miserably. "Are you who I think you are?" I asked stupidly. "Yeah, probably." He held his arm out to light my cigarette for me. I couldn't read the look on his face in the light of dusk. The glowing neon of the bar sign next to us didn't help at all. It could have been appreciation, annoyance; I couldn't tell. "Wow, it's a pleasure to meet you." I said, getting ready to make my escape. I was thrilled at having met him, but he's known for being somewhat reclusive, and I didn't want to be one of the myriad others who have probably bothered him. I've always felt sorry for celebrities in a way. "You too." I turned to start walking the other way. "Hey, didn't you want directions to the Roosevelt?" he asked. "Yes, but I hate to bother you. I know you must get harassed a lot." "It's no problem. You've been perfectly respectful. I was just going to a jazz club down the road for a drink; you can join me if you'd like." Apparently the look on his face earlier had been appreciation. "I'd love to, but I'd really like to get back to the hotel before long. I only got to LA this morning, and I'd rather not be wandering around after dark in a city I don't know." "Suit yourself, but I'll give you a ride home if you'd like. I can afford my own car, you know." A sly smile spread across his face, the strong lines of his cheekbones framing his eyes. "Uh, sure. Great. My name's Lara, by the way. It's nice to meet you." He laughed again, gravelly and deep. "You said that already." Ah. So I had. So much for not coming off like a dweeb. ******** Michael took me to a tiny jazz club located down the street, though I honestly couldn't pay much attention to my surroundings. No, my eyes were on one thing all evening, and all I could think about was how badly I needed to fuck him. This had been a moment I'd fantasized about for years, and I couldn't believe it was real. Still, I had no idea how he felt about me. I tried to move past my distraction, and we spoke of the mundane, the supernatural, and religion. We talked about celebrity, films, and music. And finally we talked about relationships. He wouldn't get much into his own past relationships, but asked me a lot about mine. I'd had a few serious relationships, a couple of fuck buddies, and one engagement in my twenty-six years, but nothing came of any of them. I was single, though there was a man I had been interested in back in St. Louis. He appeared to listen intently as I mentioned all of these things, but I wasn't sure he was paying attention. A gleam in his eyes told me he was a little distracted. Two hours had passed as we sat in the club, each of us sipping our beers, before he finally decided to pay the bill and take me back to the hotel. The conversation in the club had been interesting, but not particularly sexual. The ride home was entirely different matter. From the moment we got into the dark car, the tension levels started rising, and within minutes it was so thick you could hack it into bits and throw it from the windows. Still, I was terrified of misinterpreting his signals. The thought of embarrassing myself like that in front of him was horrifying, and I didn't say what was really on my mind. I wanted to wrap my lips around his cock. He must have picked up on what I was thinking, because he looked over at me as he drove, and the look in his eyes was naked lust, his obvious erection serving as punctuation. That was what I'd been waiting for. "Michael, this is kinda hard for me to say, and I'm not saying it because you're famous but because you're sexy as hell..." I hesitated, unsure whether I could continue. "Yes?" That one word came out as a growl from his lips. Of course, most of his words manage to sound like growls one way or another. I had to say it. "I want to fuck you so badly right now! I want to wrap my lips around your prick and feel you cum in my mouth. I want to feel your hands on my skin, and I want you to whisper nasty things in my ear, and I want to fall asleep next to you after fucking ourselves into exhaustion. And when we wake up I want to start it all again." Once I had started it was hard to stop; I knew if I didn't lay it all out on the table right now I never would. For the next ten minutes I was terrified. He didn't say a word, but lit two cigarettes and passed one over to me as we drove to my hotel. The mystery was killing me. We pulled into the hotel parking lot and I was unimaginably relieved when I saw him get out of the car and follow me to the entrance. We made it back to my room without notice, and I was thrilled when he followed me through the door. We passed a mirror, and I was stunned by our reflection. Here I was, twenty-six years old, standing next to a man I've had wet dreams about since The Crow was released. I stared at myself for a moment, unbelieving. I was feminine and pretty, with a decent figure and nice tits, but not the bombshell I'd expect him to go home with. No, I didn't feel worthy of him. He must have seen it in my eyes. "You didn't let awe get in the way of treating me like a person. I appreciate that." He wrapped his arms around me from behind, both of us now looking into the mirror. God, he was exquisite. He leaned in and began kissing my ear as we stared at our reflection, and I turned into the kiss. We stood before the mirror, kissing slowly, passionately, before moving slowly towards the bed. We made our way to the edge, mouths locked, hands fumbling through our layers of clothing. We stripped each other of our tops as we kissed, random bits of clothing dropping to the floor without notice as our hands slid over flesh. It was amazing, his kisses and stroking fingers exciting my skin and emotions wonderfully. His mouth worked its way across my cheek, reaching the sensitive skin behind my ear. My legs went wobbly as he buried his face in my dark hair, nibbling his way down my neck before sliding his lips over my collarbone, moving his way down to my breasts. His hands reached around behind me to unhook the bra that still bound my chest, dropping the straps slowly off of each shoulder. He looked thoughtfully at my breasts, full and firm but not too large, before taking a hard nipple into his mouth. The sensation knocked my legs out from under me, and I fell backwards onto the bed. He sucked at my breasts for several minutes while I reached down between us and tried to unbutton his pants, but the hardness of his cock made the fabric difficult to manipulate. I persevered, but found yet another obstacle. I really hate briefs sometimes. "Hey, take those off, would you? I'd like to see your cock." "Sure thing. Just one second here..." He fumbled on the bed for a moment, trying to peel off the tightened fabric. "There, is that better?" Oh, yes it was! His prick stood out in sharp contrast with the plane of his body, and I could feel a tingling surge of wetness between my legs as I looked at him. It was about average in length, six inches or so, and a bit thicker than was common. It was certainly beautiful to look at. He was lying on his back as I wrapped my hand around it, squeezing gently. I leaned over him, the tip of my tongue gliding down the length of his shaft from balls to tip. I moved between his legs, sliding my hands up his torso to get the feel of his flesh, and buried my face in his groin, licking and sucking at the bit of skin between balls and thigh. He shivered as my hair ran over his cock, and his hands reached down to stroke my hair as I took his sack into my mouth. "Ohh, damn darlin'!" His groans were appreciative, and grew louder as I took his cock between my lips and began sucking. "Do you like what I'm doing?" I asked in a low voice between strokes of my lips. "Fuck...yes!" I loved the way his prick felt in my mouth, and I took him as far as I could down my throat, swallowing it all. He held my head a little more firmly now, not forcing at all but guiding, and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. "Stop! Stop! I want to fuck you before I cum," he said, his voice hoarse. I pulled my face from his cock with a last flick of my tongue across the head, watching it jump in response. He sat up on the bed and slid one hand along my cheek and down my neck, stroking the skin, while the other explored between my thighs. I was sopping wet, my pussy lips swollen and open. Waiting for him. He fingered my clit, rubbing the stiff bit of flesh with just the right pressure, and laughing when I squealed from the intense sensation. He slid his hand further down my pussy, pushing his fingers gently into me, making sure I was ready. I was more than ready; he didn't have to worry about that. I shoved him back onto the bed, ready to straddle his cock, when I remembered: "Hey, do you have a condom? No offense, I'm on birth control, but..." "Shit. No, I don't. I don't make a habit of picking up fans off of the street." God, I was torn. I wanted to feel him inside me so badly, but still, I didn't know him. I didn't know where he'd been. But even then, I already knew what choice I'd made, and when I slid myself forward on his thighs, he did too. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. His dark eyes glittered with lust, but concern was there too, peeking through the surface. "Ooh yes..." I said, stretching my body over his, kissing and sucking on his neck. I took his Adam's apple into my mouth and began sucking gently as I rubbed my wet pussy back and forth along his cock, teasing it with my proximity. I leaned back, letting the tip nearly pierce my hole, before pulling forward again and letting the head rub over my swollen clit. Both of us were groaning, dying for the penetration, but enjoying the torture nonetheless. At last I sank myself down onto his cock, one slow inch at a time until he was buried to the hilt. I could feel his sack beneath me, the hairs teasing my ass, and I ground myself into him, enjoying the exquisite pressure. He reached around me and grabbed my ass, holding me firmly as he began pounding himself into me. He moved fast and hard, nearly bouncing us off the bed with each stroke, and I could feel the head of his dick striking beautifully against my g-spot. He slowed down for a moment, getting himself under control as he sat up on the bed. His mouth closed over a nipple, sucking firmly as I rode him, while his hands began stroking my hair and back. The combined sensations were too much, and an orgasm slammed through my body, my screams piercing the air. When he heard me start cumming he began slamming himself hard into me again, one hand tangled in my hair. As the last wave subsided, I collapsed into his arms. He smiled down at me, his cock harder than ever inside of me, and kissed me sweetly on the forehead before rolling us over on the bed. My legs felt wonderful wrapped around his body. He sat back away from my body a bit and gripped my ankles, placing them on his shoulders as he began pumping himself gently into my body. I loved it, the penetration was wonderful, and again his cock head rubbed perfectly back and forth over that tiny spot inside. The orgasm started building slowly at first, but as he quickened his pace it started coming faster, like a tidal wave ready to hit the coast. "Ohh, fuck, I'm gonna cum again. Oh, please make me cum, Michael! Fuck me harder, please!" He slammed himself into me over and over again, grunting softly now with each thrust. I came hard against him, my back bowing as I screamed with the pleasure. He was coming close too, and I ran my hand firmly around the base of his cock as he cried out, holding himself tight against me as his cum streamed into my pussy. A couple of tiny, long-held thrusts and he was done, falling against me from exhaustion. We stayed like that for a few minutes, arms wrapped around each other, his cock softening inside me as his semen trickled slowly from my body. I lay beneath him, worn but satisfied, and I couldn't believe that I had just had sex with a man I'd fantasized about for years. It was amazing. But still, the source of my awe wasn't so much in that I'd fucked Michael Wincott, the sexiest fucking actor I've ever seen, but that he had been interested in me in the first place. He slid over onto the mattress, staring into my face as he ran his hand lazily across my naked stomach. "Are you going to be in Los Angeles for a while?" "No, I've got to leave in a day or two. I just needed to get away by myself for a while, and here I am. But I need to go home soon." I hated having to say that after such a fantastic experience. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "I had a great time with you tonight." His eyes showed the words true, and a smile lit up his face. "Thanks." I still couldn't get over the amazing growl in his voice. I laughed. "Ooh no! Thank you! I will never, ever forget about this! You're a wonderful man, and I'm sorry that we don't have more time." "Me too." He got up from the bed and started looking for his clothes. "Hey, it's still pretty early, for LA at any rate. Want to get something to eat?" "Absolutely! I'm starving." The two of us got dressed and headed out into the city once more. I'd like to say that we went on to have a fabulous relationship, that we fell deeply in love, etc., but that's not the way life works. I left late the next day, discreetly fingering myself on the highway when I thought about what had happened that night, and I knew we probably wouldn't ever see one another again. But that's alright. I got to do something that I had always dreamed of doing, and I can be satisfied with that. Wonderful Summer Thanks to honeywldcat for the editing on this. As a long ago failure in grammar her help was appreciated. This story is my first submission to this site. Over the last few years I have enjoyed reading many stories from other authors. My fa-vourite author is JAKE RIVERS. He puts so much heart, soul, and research into his stories that a guy just can't help but like them. Jake has an invitational writing challenge every now and then, where he challenges other writers to write a story about some song he has chosen. Usually it is a country and western song. I enjoy the way people come up with ways of interpreting those songs and putting words down on paper to make a story out of the tunes. Having said that, I was listening to an old CD the other day and a tune caught my attention. I remembered this song from when I was growing up, I'm dating myself), and the idea of this story just came to me. This is not a country song by any means, but the story I wrote is about that song. Although this story is in no way anywhere near what Jake's standards are, I hope you will enjoy it. * Ten years in the future. There is an old record called "Wonderful Summer" from 1963 that I am quite fond of. It's sung by a girl by the name of Robin Ward and the songwriter/producer was Perry Botkin. Robin was a session singer when she was asked to record this song. It was intended to be a demo for other artists to see if they liked it enough to record it themselves. I don't know why, but it was released that way and even if Robin wasn't a headliner, the song actually sold more than a million copies. I guess the saying is she was a 'One Hit Wonder'. Robin's voice is what first made me listen to that song. In my opinion, her voice was not suited for this song and her vocal range seemed to be forced, but maybe her unusual sounding voice is what first made me pay attention to this recording. Like most tunes from that era, the studio work was very basic and the producers back then were just starting to get a handle on what this new rock and roll music was all about. The kids that were listening to this new rock and roll were the first generation that had some disposable spending power and were always looking for that new sound, or new star to spend their money on. The producers seemed to be just recording anything and everything and playing around with their equipment to get a new sound, just to try and find that special artist to be the next wonder. Perry Botkin played with the sound on this record to make this an unusual sounding love song. I'm sure that most people when they hear this song will think that it is a pretty bad recording. Actually, I am one of them when it comes to how this song sounds, but the words are what kept me listening to this recording and over the years it became my favourite song. If you are interested in hearing this song you can find this song by Googling for it, just type in, wonder-ful summer robin ward. Why am I telling you about all this nonsense you ask? It's because my granddaughter is here visiting with me today and she has brought along her fiancé, Harold. Her mother's house was being painted today and Abby, that's my granddaughter, wanted to get away from the fumes. Abby had dragged along her fiancée and they were doing some studying for a university course they were taking. Of course my daughter, Le-Ann, also had to get away and had come along with them. Abby and Harold were using one of those new fangled electronic machines that seemed to be attached permanently to them. These new gadgets the kids had, sort of fascinated me, because I could still remember the first transistor radio and then all the rest of those electronic marvels that followed a few years later. As I got more mature, that's my word for older, I couldn't keep up with all that fast changing technology. It seemed that no sooner than you got set up with one system than it was already out-dated and you just had to have the next system that was available. It was a never ending cycle that I'm sure was designed to just suck our money out of our pockets. My curiosity got the better of me and I just had to investigate when I saw Abby and Harold typing away with their thumbs on a miniscule pad and speaking what seemed like some foreign language into a small head mounted microphone that was wirelessly connected to their machines. Those little hand held boxes were projecting pictures onto the wall as they worked. I could hear some sounds that were playing in her ears as she worked. Without thinking I commented, "That music sounds as if it is a distraction while you should be concentrating on your homework." She replied, "I'm connected to my class at the university and doing my assignments with Harold's sup-port. The two of us are also communicating with two electronic friends, one in Japan and another in Ceylon and while we are doing that we are connected to this music site that lets us hear our favourite tunes in the background. I was surprised and said, "You can do all that on that interactive mini sized, 3-D projecting apparatus? I added, "Man, you talk about being able to multi-task. I can hardy believe that these new palm sized devices are so advanced that a person could do all that at one time." Because we had got on the topic of music, or should I say, I was wondering what she saw in this weird sounding music she was listening to, I asked her if I could listen for a while. She took off her head set and put it over my ears. I listened to the sounds that came out of the headset for a while. I will admit that as I listened I couldn't make out hide or hair out of anything I heard. Abby said to me, "What you are listening to is my favourite song." I said, "Nothing that sounds like that should be called music!" I added, "I'm sure it was really made to call cats from ten miles away." She surprisingly respected my opinion and said to me in return, "The stuff that you listen to on the radio has never made any sense to me either, so we are even on that count." As we talked some more about music she asked, "What is your favourite song?" I told her in a cheerful voice, "Without a doubt, my favourite song is 'Wonderful Summer' and it was sung by Robin Ward." Of course she had never heard of it, so I went over to my old fashioned CD player and found my copy of it. Actually, it wasn't too hard to find because it was always on the top of the pile. Just bringing it out again brought back some very strong and fond memories for me. I remember my late husband spending weeks converting all our old records, 8 tracks, cassettes and what not, to the CD's. When they came out with all those other formats after that, we stuck to our old CD's and never bought any other music. Abby wanted me to play it for her, so I did. Harold also removed his head set to listen, too. When the song was finished I could tell the two of them were not too impressed with that song. Abby asked me, "Why is this song so important to you, Grandma?" I guess the reason she asked was because she thought it was just another poorly done, sappy love song with bad lyrics. After all, most people that heard the song felt that way and why should she be any different? We went back to sit on the couch and I found myself thinking for a bit of my past life. Abby waited patiently for me to answer her. When I finished my reminiscing I told her, "The summer that song was on the radio was the summer that I had met the love of my life, who just happened to be your Grandpa Bill." I continued that thought by saying, "Every line of that song meant something special to us, because the two of us lived every word of the song." "Could you explain that to me, Grandma?" Abby asked me. We were interrupted by my daughter joining us to see what we were doing. Abby looked at her mom and told her, "Grandma was just going to explain to me the story behind her favourite song called, 'Wonderful Summer'." Lee-Ann said to Abby, "I remember when your Grandpa and Grandma used to play that song at least once a week. I must have heard them playing that old CD a million times when I was growing up." She added, "I still remember that tune, and I would also like to hear the story behind that song." I them recited from memory, the first line of the song for them which was, "I want to thank you, for giving me. The words I want to thank you were something my late husband and I said to each other just about every day we were together. It was our way of fondly saying how much we loved each other. The for giving me part of that, was sort of open ended and meant it was our special way of letting the other one know how connected we were to them, now, and for the future. We would just say for giving me to each other, and the other one knew that they were appreciated." I said, "The second line of that song was, the most wonderful summer, of my life. Those seven words for the first year were how Bill and I felt about each other for that first summer we knew each other." I continued that thought by saying, "But, as the years unfolded we found that line of the song also came to mean our whole life that we were together." I had to add, "You could summarize the feelings we had for each other by saying our entire life together was a wonderful summer." I went on to the third line of the song which was, "It was so heavenly," I told Abby, "Both Grandpa and I felt that we were blessed with how we felt about each other and heavenly was about the only word that could describe how we felt about our life together." "You meant the world to me, is self explanatory," I said. "We were so connected to each other that just about anything else that was happening in the world was secondary to us." I continued on by saying, "The next line was, and anyone could see, that I was so in love." I looked at Abby and Lee-Ann and told Lee-Ann, "I don't think I ever told you how I met your father." I then told them, "Everyone we knew back then understood we were in love from that first day we met." I continued that thought by saying, "The next few lines of that song would explain everything that happened to make everyone realize how we felt about each other." "I want to thank you, for giving me the most wonderful summer of my life." "I never will forget that summer day we met. You were so shy and yet, you stole may heart away." "We strolled along the sand, walking hand in hand. Then you kissed me, and I knew that I would love you, my whole life through." I explained to them, "I met Bill, on the beach at a summer cottage my dad had rented for the summer. The very first day I was there, I was out exploring the beach when I met this really cute looking boy that appeared to be my age. We said hello to each other and I found out his dad had also rented a cottage two places over from ours. We spent the afternoon together, just exploring the beach and awkwardly talking. We both were so shy with each other, but when we both bent down and got on our knees to look at a clam shell, we found ourselves looking into each others eyes and we kissed. We never could explain why we kissed, but it just seemed to be what was needed to be done at that moment." I then told them, "When my mother called me to come home, she took one look at me and knew I had changed as I told her about Bill. She told me a few years later that she knew right at that moment, that I had fallen in love." I paused as I thought for a bit then said, "The very next day we met again on the beach and he had his brand new transistor radio with him. The very first song we heard when he turned it on was, 'Wonderful Summer'. The two of us were inseparable for the rest of that summer and we embraced that song as ours." Abby told me, "That's such a romantic story, but Grandma, how did you go from that to getting married to Grandpa?" I smiled as I told her, "She would have to wait for that explanation until I finished the story about the song." I then recited the rest of the song for them. "I want to thank you, for giving me, the most wonderful summer, of my life. And though it broke my heart, that day we had to part. I'll always thank you, for giving me the most wonderful summer, of my life." I explained to my audience, "We seemed like we were joined at the hip that summer and when we both had to go our separate ways to go back home to our different cities. We kept writing back and forth at least once a week." Lee-Ann told Abby, "Back then, there was no e-mail or instant communication like now a days or any-thing like that, and phone calls to the next city cost a lot of money, so letters were the way people communi-cated back then." I looked at Abby and told her, "We steadily wrote back and forth, with the odd phone call for three years of high school, and we managed to both go to the same university. We immediately reconnected there and after we graduated, we married and were together for twenty-six years and were blessed to have your mother as our child and everything in our life was just great." I had to pause for a second then said, "That was until that fateful day of that car accident. That's when I lost the love of my life." I told Abby, "Bill bravely hung on for a week after the accident, but we all knew in our hearts he wouldn't last much longer. A week after the accident he showed me how much he still cared about me by asking me to play that song one more time for him." "I sent his brother to our home to get that CD and portable player we had, and when his brother came back I set it up so he could listen to our song. I just knew in my heart that this would be the last time he would ever hear our song. As our song played, he gave me a weak smile and gently squeezed my hand. When that song finished he just seemed to slip away." I had to stop, as the tears just rolled from my eyes and I couldn't help it as I cried. That event may have happened ten years ago, but it still hurt so much. Both Lee-Ann and Abby held me in their arms until I went to the bedroom and lay down for a while. I rested with my thoughts of my Bill for a while. When I made my way back into the front room, Abby and Harold were sitting in front of my old CD player listening to, 'Wonderful Summer'. Over and over it played. The look they were giving each other spoke volumes as they seemed to be es-tablishing their feelings for each other. I could see Lee-Ann through the kitchen door and she was smiling and humming along to the music as she started our supper cooking. They both saw me at the same time and ran to me to hug me. Abby surprised me by saying, "I sure hope that I can bond with my love as strongly as you had con-nected with Grandpa Bill." For her sake I sure hoped so. I've got my fingers crossed for them. The End Wonderful Summer This summer was one of the most amazing ever. Summers in the Pacific Northwest are usually quite nice, but this was the most memorable. All in the same week, my wife Sara left for Washington D.C. for a business trip, and our son Jake started college at Texas A&M, but flew to meet my wife in D.C. and they took a road trip. Me and our daughter met up with them in Texas to get him settled in for school. They had 6 weeks, so they wandered around the Midwest and South for some major sightseeing, but that's a different story. So that left me with our daughter Jessica and Cora, her best friend. Their both now 18, but still have a year left of school because of their birthdays. They've know each other since they were babies and have been best friends the whole time. Cora is like a daughter to us, and Jessica like a daughter to Cora's parents. Me and Sara actually know Cora's parents quite well. We were all swingers back in the day as well as dabbling in nudism and had the same circle of friends. Once we decided to have children, we stopped swinging for fear of STD's and to have somewhat of a normal life for our children. But the four of us still hook up a couple times a year or so for old time's sake. Our children know we used to swing, but never showed a strong interest in knowing much about it. The girls do however go topless around the house from time to time, that's always a nice treat. My wife had done it all during the kids growing up so it never seemed out of place to them. After Sara left for D.C. and Jake a few days after her, I worked a couple of days to finish up a project but decided I wanted some time off. I'm a freelance engineer so I'm not tied to one company. I thought I would take a couple of months and enjoy the summer with Jessica. My first day off we went for a hike at our favorite place. It was just the two of us so Jessi wore some rather short tan shorts, she liked to show off and tease me when it's just the two of us. At one point we had stopped at a view point to rest and take in some water. Jessi had noticed me looking at her ass and legs "like what you see dad?" with a grin on her face. "Sorry, you remind of your mom", she just smiled. Jessi was 5'7" and very slender with breasts at a nice B cup. The short shorts with a white tank top and hiking boots and long golden blonde hair made my mind wonder several times, I generally walked in back of her and she pretty much knew what I was doing. Driving home from the hike, Jessi and Cora were texting. Her parents were gone for a couple of weeks on separate business trips. Her younger brother was at a camp for a month and she hated being alone. I told Jessi to have Cora come over and stay with us while they were gone. She would be over about the time we got home so I had Jessica order some pizza so we could eat shortly after we got home. When we got home Cora was waiting in the driveway looking as hot as ever. She too is 5'7" and very thin with about a small C cup. She was wearing a tight tank top and jean mini skirt. The girls hugged and exchanged hello's like they hadn't seen each other in years (it had only been a day or two). Jessica ran upstairs to shower and Cora right after her. I put a few things away and headed upstairs to shower too. As I walked by Jessi's room, the door was about half way open and I innocently looked in not expecting to see Cora standing there half naked. Jessi's shower had stopped running so apparently Cora was getting ready to shower herself. Her back was to the door and it looked like she had just taken off her tank top. All she was wearing was black lacey panties, and what a nicely rounded perfect ass those panties were hugging. She had a nice decent tan and a killer body. Her black silky hair fell half way down her back. After I walked by I heard her move quickly, like I had startled her. When I came downstairs after my shower the pizza had just arrived. I paid the kid and went to the kitchen. The sight of both of them just about gave me an instant hard on, I was just wearing cotton boxers and a t-shirt, so a hard on would have been pretty embarrassing. I just about dropped the pizzas too. Jessi had on a pink mini night shirt that didn't even go half way down her thigh, and Cora was wearing black boy shorts and a matching black short camisole top. I tried hard not to stare but the girls noticed I was taking several glances at them, I could tell they liked it though. As I was grabbing some plates they were getting drinks. Jessi called to me that girly voice of hers when she wants something, "Daaadyyy". I replied "Yes sweetie", "could we possibly have a beer too?" I paused for a second, "sure, I don't see why not". I didn't really see the problem being they were at home. We all went down to the den where we had a home theater. I let the girls choose a movie, they couldn't decide, so Alien was randomly picked. We were all sitting on the couch with our legs on the coffee table. I really wasn't following the movie at all, I was very distracted by two sets of long gorgeous tanned legs. I'm pretty sure Cora knew I was taking glances but I think Jessi knew too. About 20 minutes into the movie Jessi saw my bottle was empty, "want another beer daddy"? "Sure" I said. She got up and my head didn't turn, but my eyes followed her walking in front of me. I think she saw and had a little strut and a tease to her walk. She came back with three opened beers. She set mine and Cora's down, took a drink and laid on her stomach in front of the coffee table to watch the movie. I just about got a boner right then. Her night shirt was so short I could just about see her ass cheeks. She had her legs in the air from the knees and head propped up with her hands, what a little sex kitten she was, I wanted so bad to take her right then and there. Between watching her and the movie, I noticed she would slightly scoot back sometimes. What this did was make her night shirt ride up very high on her legs. It finally got to the point where I would tell she wasn't wearing a damn thing under her night shirt. First I could see her gorgeous ass cheeks, then, there it was, her beautiful pussy mound, it looked like her pussy was completely shaved, but couldn't quite tell with her laying down. She finally stopped when her night shirt came to the bottom of her cheeks and spread her legs a little to reveal all of her womanhood. Of course I was getting a boner at this point, but I had a pillow over my crotch. Cora was slouched and leaning away from me, she threw her gorgeous legs over mine and propped herself up on her side with some pillows. She was always pretty touchy with me, but I of course didn't mind a beautiful girl doing that. I put my left hand on her thigh and right hand on her calf. Every once in a while I would adjust my hands or scratch my head or take a drink and each time I put my left hand back I would put if further up her thigh. I was finally to the bottom of her shorts and she rolled a little over on her back while still watching the movie, but my hand stayed in the same place. It ended up right in her crotch with my pinky at the bottom of her shorts. I just about blew a load right then. Without even looking at me she put her hand on mine and left it for a few minutes. She moved my hand a little towards her shorts which were loose fitting and took her hand off after my fingers slipped under her shorts. I continued on in disbelief that she was letting me rub her pussy. She spread her legs as I made contact with her mound. I explored a bit and holy shit! I discovered she had a Christina Piercing, I couldn't wait to see it. The only hair she had was a little landing strip. I was in heaven. It was a petite little pussy, I played with her slit a little bit and buried my middle finger deeper and deeper, finally finding her glorious wet hole. I pulled her shorts down a bit making room for my hand. It was hard to believe I was fingering Cora while staring straight at my daughter's pussy. Cora was moving her hips around a bit while my finger penetrated her silky smooth hole, I looked out of the corner of my eye and Cora had her eyes closed looking like she was floating on a cloud. She moved her right leg to spread open even further and dropped her left leg to the ground. I adjusted to get a better angle with my hand and finger, she was getting very hot and bothered, and very wet. I was so focused on Cora, I didn't realize Jessi was standing to my right looking at me. At first my heart jumped, thinking I was caught, but I realized she had a smile on her face. "Enjoying yourself dad"? she said, with a devious and sultry look. Before I could even get a word out she dropped to her knees and moved my pillow and pulled my boxers down. My throbbing member sprung out, tip already soaked from precum. Her left hand barely fit around my cock and her right hand grabbed my balls. She didn't even get 3 strokes off and her warm soft lips were wrapped around my rock hard head. I've had my dick sucked a few times and could tell she had some experience. While stroking she gradually went further and further down, I could feel my dick constricting as she went further and further down with each head bob, my tip was in her throat and she was still going deeper and deeper. Finally she bottomed out hitting her chin on my ball sack with each stroke of her head on my cock, it felt unlike anything else having my cock down her throat. I think this was possibly one of the best blow jobs I had ever had, and my very own daughter was giving it to me! Cora was getting a little restless and I realized I stopped moving my hand with my middle finger buried deep in her tight little cunt. I continued rubbing and finger fucking Cora, I was trying to concentrate on that so I didn't blow my load too quickly. While Jessi continued to do a stellar job blowing my cock, I pulled her ass closer to me and started to softly stroke the inside of her slender thighs. I made my way further up under her night shirt towards her cunt and finally got to her wet little slit. Smelling the sweet juices from the both of them drove me crazy. Just as I made contact with Jessi's cunt with my right hand, I pulled my finger out of Cora and brought it to my face, the smell was amazing, the taste was even better. Being a swinger I had tasted a lot of pussy, but this was by far the best. I inserted my finger back In to Cora and continued on stroking and finger fucking her. I lightly stroked Jessi's slit, it was still closed but dripping wet, I made it further up and holy shit!, she too had a Christina Piercing, and it was confirmed, not a hair on her pussy. My finger gently and softly entered the top of her slit and my finger made its way further down and further in. I stopped at her hole for a few seconds but didn't go in, I kept going down and made it to her ass hole, I circled her tight little hole for a few seconds and made my way back up to her cunt hole. It was so very tight but well lubricated; I made my way further in, deeper and deeper with my middle finger. Her sucking had slowed a bit as I finger fucked her, I could tell she was slightly distracted. We had been at it probably 20 minutes or so, "Shall we go upstairs girls"? I got slight head nods from the both of them, Cora looked almost exhausted and Jessi pulled off my cock and looked as though she might orgasm, I pulled my fingers out of the both of them and brought my fingers to my face, it was intoxicating. I turned off the TV and lights and took the girls hands and led them up to my bedroom. I laid down in the middle of my bed with Cora on my left again and Jessi on my right with my arms around both of them. I leaned to my left and started kissing Cora, and what kisser she was, so passionate. Jessi turned on her side and started lightly kissing my neck with her right hand making its way to my cock. I stopped kissing Cora and turned to my right, Jessi looked up to me and we instantly and passionately kissed. My right hand reached over to Cora and I started caressing her left breast while making out with Jessi. It was so firm and felt wonderful to hold and I could still smell the sweetness of their pussy juices on my hands. Jessi broke off of our passionate kiss and swung herself over my legs. She sat up on her knees and positioned herself over my rock hard cock facing me, her body looked like a goddess in the pale light from outside. I leaned over to my left and started kissing Cora again, her lips were so soft and subtle. Jessi was so still very wet, and her pussy made contact with my rod, it was extremely tight at first, but she rotated her hips a little and worked her way further down my shaft, I could feel her bottom out, but she kept working it and she stretched out deeper and deeper. I couldn't believe I was fucking my daughter, and she felt wonderful. As Jessi was riding my shaft nice and slow, Cora swung around and straddled my chest facing me as well. She was on her knees and eased her cunt to my face. I couldn't believe the wonderful smell, and when her pussy made contact with my lips, it was indescribable. The piercing drove me crazy it was so sexy. I raised my hands and caressed her firm breasts. Her mound was as soft as her mouth; I dove right in working my tongue up and down her slit, sucking her lips in and out of my mouth, playfully biting at her mound, probing my tongue in her hole. This went on for quite a while and could feel my load building, eating Cora out distracted me and allowed me to go even longer with Jessi riding my cock. I couldn't decide what was better, Cora's soft and tasty pussy, or Jessi's tight deep pussy. I was so distracted by Cora, I suddenly realized I was at the exploding point, my cum shot hard again and again and again. Jessi was so tight I didn't feel a drop of cum leaking down. As I was eating Cora, I realized I just cumed into my daughter, the feeling was incredible. She rode me for a little while longer. As if communicating without saying a word, Jessi rose up and got off my cock and went to my side, Cora moved away from my head and swung around placing her pussy right over my cock, she started sliding down, she too was very tight, but kept working her pussy further and further down, it probably helped that my cock was covered in Jessi's pussy juice. She was just as tight as Jessi and it felt amazing as she slowly rocked up and down. Like Cora, Jessica straddled my chest, but this time, she faced Cora. Jessi got up on her knees and brought her pussy to my face, she too was intoxicating, the sweetness, the smell, it was different than Cora's pussy, but so amazing. I started stroking my tongue the length of her pussy, giving Jessi's the same treatment I gave Cora's, only this time it was slightly salty, I could taste a little of my cum on her pussy. As I went up and down her slit I made contact with her piercing, that alone was almost enough to make me cum. I reached up to the front of her and cupped her breasts, caressing them and playing with her nipples. I realized at that time the girls had leaned in to each other and started making out. The fucking and eating of pussy had gone on for quite a while, as well as them making out. It was that time again, my load was building and building, I finally came with as much power as my last orgasm, my cum shot hard again and again. The girls stopped kissing but Cora kept riding my cock for a few minutes and I kept eating Jessi and caressing and playing with her tits. Cora stopped and sat there for a minute, Jessi got off my face and crawled to my right. Cora got off my cock and crawled over to my left. They both looked tired. They both snuggled into my chest with my arms wrapped around them, I gave them each a kiss and said goodnight, they were asleep in seconds. This would defiantly be a wonderful couple of months. Wonderful Surprise I woke up in the morning, glanced at the clock, and quickly hopped out of bed and ran into the shower. I overslept because I had stayed up too late talking to you again last night, but I can never get enough of you. And honestly, I would probably still be talking to you if you hadn't ordered me to go to bed! As I was lathering my body quickly, I began to think about our conversation the night before. I loved your voice, so deep, so firm, so irresistible. As I was washing my pussy, I lingered a bit, thinking of how you made me play with myself last night, but never let me cum. How you loved to torture me! And how I loved it when you did! I forced my hand away and finished washing up, as much as I needed to cum, I wouldn't without your permission. Wrapping myself in a towel, I walked to my bedroom, where I had laid clothes out the night before for work. You chose the underclothes for me, and I shivered in anticipation as I looked at the panties you had picked. A present from you. Red lace, with a medium size vibe attached to them. You had seemed disappointed when I told you I couldn't find the remote to the vibe, but you still wanted me to wear them. Suddenly, I heard my phone beep with a message. Flipping it open, I read this : "Good morning slut. You have one more item to add to your ensemble today. Your red vibrating butt plug. No need to take the remote, slut. I just want your ass filled while you are at work today. We will talk when you are off work, and just as a reminder. Do not even think of cumming. At all. Understood slut?" My stomach clenched and warmed reading the words. I typed a quick reply, "Yes Master." I walked over to my toy box, and retrieved the specific plug he had mentioned. This was one of the larger plugs I owned, at almost 8 inches, and I wondered if I had displeased him in some way, why he wanted me to wear this, all day... at work.. But, I obeyed his orders, and lubricated it a bit, not too much, I didn't want it slipping out! Placing one knee on the bed, I positioned the plug and began pushing and twisting to get it in place, gasping at the pressure, and feeling the need to cum increase with it. Then I got my panties on, shuddering as the vibe entered my already soaked pussy. Finally, I placed the harness on that ensured both the vibe and plug would stay in place, and finished getting dressed. As I stood up straight, I could barely restrain from cumming at the pleasure having both holes stuffed so full. How was I ever going to make it through the day at work??? ************************ Only an hour into work, and I was struggling to restrain myself. I had to take a moment to myself, and listen to his voice in my head, restricting me from cumming. I settled down, and went back to work, and was able to make it through a few more hours. Nearing the end of my shift, I was walking around the tables, visiting customers, offering refills, getting change, etc. I walked into the back to do my side work, and suddenly I clenched the side of the counter and stifled a gasp, as the vibe kicked to life inside my pussy. I shuddered and wondered what the hell was going on! I fought to keep control, and continued my work, legs trembling from the exertion of fighting against cumming. I made a lot of noise, hoping no one could hear the slight humming coming from the vibe. As I finished up, I walked on shaky legs to go clock out and I heard a single word that melted me. "Slut." It was your voice. I tried to turn around, but you told me to stop. I obeyed, and waited. I felt the vibrator go up to medium speed and I uttered a low moan, unable to control it. The vibrations made me even more aware of the plug in my ass and I felt myself soaking my panties. "Clock out and come find me. I am sitting out front. We are going to have dinner." "Here?! Now?!" I gasped through my slight panting. You knotted your hands in my hair at the nape of my neck and yanked tightly, reminding me of my place. "Do as I say slut.", and you released my hair. I bowed my head and said "Yes, Master" "Good girl." and I heard you walk away, and thought I heard a slight chuckle as you were leaving. Suddenly the reason for the chuckle became evident, as you flicked the vibe onto high. My knees almost buckled under me. But I gained what control I could, and did as you had told me. Walking was agony, every step I took increased the pressure of my much needed orgasm. You were looking at me with a smile on your face, watching my obvious discomfort. I saw the remote I had misplaced in your hand, and realized you had taken it, and planned this wonderful surprise. I slid into the booth, facing you, and sat down gingerly. Sitting down only made matters worse, the plug seemed to delve farther into my ass, and the vibrations seemed to increase. My eyes rolled back, and I fought, so hard to keep control. I lost myself for a minute, but your voice snapped me back to reality. "Enough. I said NO cumming." tears began to form, as I bowed and nodded my head. You told me to act natural, as one of the servers came over to take our order, and make small chitchat with us. I was squirming, and trying not to make it obvious, while you just sat there and laughed and talked with the waitress, turning on your charm, and suddenly, turning on the vibrating butt plug. My eyes widened and I barely kept a scream from coming. She left, and brought our food soon after. I could not eat, the vibrations were so strong and the pleasure was so intense, I had to put all my concentration into not cumming. I did not want to disobey you. Your eyes softened. "Would you like some release my pet?" I nodded eagerly, thinking you would allow me a small trip to the bathroom, to let myself cum. But, all you did was turn the vibrations on low. It was a small relief, I could thank you for that. We finished our dinner, and walked out of the restaurant, your hand firmly around the back of my neck, leading me towards my car, parked in the employees section. I looked at you questioningly, wondering why we were not going to your vehicle. "Get in slut." your voice dangerously low. I settled into the drivers seat, and you into the passenger side. I kept my eyes downcast, but you told me to look at you, and then you slapped me across the face, telling me it was for questioning you earlier. I apologized and then screamed quietly, as you again increased the speed on both vibes. "What do you want, slut? Tell me." "I want to cum Master, please, can we leave so I can cum?" "No.' "Please Master! I need to!" "I know you do slut, and I am proud of you for holding it. I will give you the release you need, but you will do it here. With all these people, your coworkers, walking around." "Master?" you slapped me again. "DON'T QUESTION ME SLUT!" you thundered. "I'm sorry Master. Please forgive me." "You are forgiven slut. Now, are you prepared to cum for me? Right here?" "Y-y-yes Master" "Then cum for me my little slut!" and those words were all I needed, I screamed and moaned in release, my fluids gushing through my panties, my pants, and onto the car seat. You shoved your hand down my pants, telling me to cum again, and I did, my pussy twitching uncontrollably. Pulling your hand back out, you wiped my pussy juice all over my face, neck, and in my mouth. I hungrily sucked at your fingers, licking all traces of me off. Removing your hands, you smoothed back my hair. "That's my good girl." Wonderful Susan When Susan Faraday came to work on the TB ward as a staff nurse I was not aware of her speciality and really was a spirit of light in making life bearable for us guys who had the dreaded illness called tuberculosis. Perched up in the ward conservatory each day in the middle of winter was no fun but in the sixties it was imperative to assist the cure. There were three stages of TB which effected the lung, the 'shadow' the 'Spot' and the cavity. The shadow was curable, the spot maybe but if you had a cavity it was as good as curtains, but Susan, bless her ,had the perfect remedy to make our lives sweeter during those hectic weeks we spent pent up in the ward like it was a prison, But TB sort of increased the sexual urge, or perhaps it was the drug streptomycin they gave us, guys were at their wits end frankly trying to wrestle with the sheer frustration. They gave us a regular dose of Bromide in our drink every day but for some of us that didn't solve anything, every morning I awoke with a mast underneath the duvet and the night nurse Susan was obviously aware of my plight. But unknown to the media and the powers that be, her solution or her remedy did much to alleviate the trauma, especially those who had steady girl friends or other, who because of their situation were being deprived of one of the most natural needs given to mankind. : This is all strictly confidential mind you; because certain high ups at the time would not have approved at all - even though Susan was doing a wonderful, service, and as she always said, it was something she enjoyed doing, something she got a real kick from and something which gave her tremendous job satisfaction, even if it was not part of her training as a registered qualified nurse. All I can say is that I think she deserves the highest commendation for making us guys' lives bearable and giving us a little touch of heaven given her very passive attention to detail. But because of the nature of what she did and the time; (during the early sixties) it would have gone down against her reputation and she would undoubtedly have lost her job as well as her reputation. And yet, oddly the treatment she was giving was probably psychologically the best cure of all because it brought calm and hope to us guys. To me she remains an unsung hero wherever she is now and for me she was heaven on earth. She noticed on her morning ward round my crucial disposition and read me like a book, how depressed I was getting and how forlorn I had become, and the morning she discovered me masturbating was the key to her decision to give me some of her unique medical treatment, for that sure enough is what it was, she knew and I knew that self masturbation becomes a habit which does not necessarily solve anything, far better it is done by another because it is all simultaneous and unexpected which makes all the difference. "Come Alex, let me do that for you, you seem to be getting nowhere" Susan had the ability to ease my embarrassment and when she touched me there the very first time, it was going to be the delightful and heart warming start of a regular treatment every three days, it was heaven on earth and no mistake, and she made it all seem so very normal and natural that she should be do it as part of the treatment. Drawing the curtains around the bed and gently rolling back the duvet to reveal all she took me between her hands gently rolling my swelling into a wonderful sensual oblivion, so nice and so wonderful, her touch was out of this world and of course so much better than mine. "You should be proud of this Alex it is really nice and your girl is so lucky, I am sure we shall soon cure you and you will be with her once more, you will see" she whispered reassuring me as she gently began to take me a step further and her obvious sincerity and her loyal attention to the job in hand was apparent. "Is that okay, feeling better now Alex?" she said sweetly still rubbing me there. "Wonderful, Sister Susan" I replied feeling her touch extend below and cradling me there with one hand, the other now jerking me firmly, "don't stop!" I urged. "Shush" - Susan replied, "I will do and I have no intention of stopping until your problem is solved" she was smiling beautifully, her eyes glowing like she was so enjoying what she was doing to me, so with me enjoying too it was all so very perfect. She seemed to know just when to pause and start again, sensing when I was nearly there, then her thumb and forefinger grasping the base of my girth she squeezed firmly, as if she wanted to hold me back but why? "Just because!" she replied reading my expression and going down to me. And then I discovered what heaven was really all about as, stretching back my foreskin she guided me into her warm moist mouth and immediately I felt the luxury of her sweet sensual suck, the tease of her tongue, this girl knew exactly what she was doing alright to being me to a veritable and gratifying climax, so that when her thumb and finger released the grasp I was there like the proverbial volcano, shooting out with such velocity, she being there prepared, as all nurses are, with a tissue at the ready. "There, Alex, better now" she grinned getting up from the edge of the bed and adjusting her dress, she'd been sure to give me a peek under her skirt, letting me see just enough of her black stocking top and a glance of sheer delight when she crossed her legs, letting me have just a quick glimpse of her red underwear, it was all those little things that helped it along to a very wonderful climax. And now I was on her list for the regular treatment. I discovered I was not the only one so she was well versed to what she was doing and Boy! did it show. Possibly some of the guys grew more emotionally attached to her but she did not want that, her aim was to keep us in tune for when we did get out of hospital and join our partners once more and also too, the main reason I guess, to enhance our recovery - and for those too far gone, like the terminal cases, well at least they died happy! It may sound hard but it worked, it really did and I can vouch for it. And I still hold wonderful flash backs of laying there, relaxed on my bed and being served so well by wonderful Susan. God bless you Susan wherever you are if you see this. In fact I wrote a poem about her, it goes l WONDERFUL SUSAN It was simply heaven Beyond any words can explain Early at seven Enjoying her touch again and again Wonderful Susan She spoils me to bits I'm gone on her too Astride me she sits Asks what I want her to do Sensual Susan We're back in our hide I'm throbbing inside She comes to me It's heavenly Great Susan Then sometimes after lunch She pops in to see how I am She downs me with a friendly punch I'm set alight by her Experimental Susan We try many things Reach some mutual satisfaction We're trying our wings But the Waterloo is the main attraction Inside Susan Well I can dream!