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Holiday Home

By: julesteve



One of our friends was horrified when we told them that we have not been on holiday for over a year. Moving jobs and house we had little time or money left to book anything. They took pity on us and very kindly offered us a week staying at their holiday home which is situated in a little village in Devon. 

It is a lovely old house with a large garden; the village is not too far from the sea so we accepted, arranging to go the following week. Steve had to work up until late on the Friday night so I took the train on the Thursday with the intention of stocking up with food and wine, as I travelled down he phoned to say that he would not be able to set off until the Saturday morning because of problems at work so I resigned myself to a long wait for my husband to join me.

It was a glorious sunny day when I arrived so I decided to leave the shopping until Steve joined me and take full advantage of the weather, lazing in the garden and working on my tan. First though I quickly changed so that I could make a quick trip to the village shop for a few essentials, I wore my favourite summer dress, cool, short and low-cut with a full pleated skirt that swayed about my thighs as I walked.

As I went down the little path that ran down the side of the house I could hear voices, stepping out of the garden and onto the road I looked to my left and could see there were two young men sitting on a bench in next doors garden, they were about nineteen or twenty and if a little skinny, not bad looking. 

As I walked past they momentarily stopped what they were doing and watched me I gave them a little wave as I passed and at this moment the breeze caught the hem of my dress raising it above my waist. I was wearing a thong but I am sure they got a good look at my naked buttocks because they were opened mouthed and bright red.

Still it's a small village so I suspect they had to get their thrills where they could.

Returning from the shop shortly after I gave them a smile as I walked past, abruptly ending their conversation as they gave a shy "hello." 

They were lounging on the grass and I just knew they were looking at my smooth legs as I sashayed past, I was feeling a little naughty so when I was a few feet away from my garden gate I came to a stop and bent forward from the waist pretending to adjust my sandal, knowing that from where they were lying they would have a sneak peek up my dress, the breeze again flipped the edge up ever so slightly giving them a better look than I had anticipated.

Putting my shopping away I took a large beach towel and laid it down in the back garden ready for an afternoon of sunbathing. I returned to the house to fetch my book, fix a drink and change into my bikini. As I passed the bedroom window I saw the two guys from next door scooted down by the fence on the opposite side to where my towel lay.

They had obviously seen me placing the towel out on the lawn and were peeking through the slats hoping for a glimpse of me sunbathing.

Being an exhibitionist this was too good a chance for mischief to pass up.

Why sunbathe alone when I could have fun teasing the teenagers next door?

Without changing I quickly returned to the garden, placing my book and drink by the towel I turned my back to where they were hidden and lifted my dress slowly up over my hips, pausing for effect before pulling it over my shoulders and up off over my head, bending over to fold it and place it in a neat pile. 

As I bent over the lads would have an amazing view of my bum in thong panties. 

I could just hear their hushed whispers as I stood for a second or two clad in only my white lacy bra and panties and stretched with my arms above my head arching my back and pushing my chest out so my hard nipples would be visible, showing dark against the thin material. 

I had been dead horny all week and it would be another day until Steve got here so there would be no harm in giving myself a little relief while at the same time giving the guys a show that will be just as exciting for them. 

Wanting to be able to see if they were still paying attention I lay down on my stomach facing towards the fence, I could just make out movement by the gap where the slats were slotted into the posts so, sure they were still watching me, I undid the straps of my bra and pulled it from under my chest, placing it neatly on my dress. 

Only a small portion of my boobs would be visible as they were pressed against the towel. I pretended to read my book but each time I turned a page I exaggerated the movement of my arm so that one of my breasts would be partially exposed.

Because I was wearing sunglasses they couldn't see that I was looking at them as they stared through the gap, waiting with anticipation for each time I moved my arm. Wanting to keep them interested I reached over and picked up my drink propping myself up with one hand and turning my shoulder, giving them a good peek of the whole of my left breast including the hard nub of my nipple

"Fuck me, look at that," I heard one of them whisper.

Making a show of trying to shade the pages of my book with my hand I pretended that I was uncomfortable with the glare of the sun.

Raising myself onto all fours so that both boobs were briefly visible to them I shuffled around so that I was now facing away from the fence, giving them a good view of my firm buttocks, as nice as this might be for them I was feeling very naughty and had other ideas...ones that would excite them even more. 

Slipping one of my hands down to my hip and grasping the thin strip of material there I tugged hard, knowing full well that the crotch of the narrow thong would disappear between the folds of my damp pussy.

At the same time I felt the soft material disappear into my crack I opened my legs, 

Wide.

Now they would be seeing even more than they bargained for. 

The thought of them getting off on seeing me exposed like this was exciting, causing a little bit of moisture to trickle out over my pussy lips. However what I really wanted was to be able to see the effect I was having on them.

My chance came when the phone rang.

Jumping up I ran to the house, not bothering to cover myself, my tits bouncing up and down, my ass wiggling in the little thong.

Getting to the phone I quickly snatched it up just in time to take the call. 

To my surprise it was Steve ringing to say he had finished work earlier than expected and would be with me later that evening.

I walked back into the garden with a bounce in my step, happy at the good news, my tits really were jiggling about and my thong was still hugging my pussy lips so that they were clearly outlined and partially exposed.

As I came level with the fence I could hear heavy breathing.

After getting myself so turned on teasing the two neighbours I now had the option of a cold shower and a long wait for my husband or I could continue with my fun and relieve my frustration right now. 

There was no question of what I would do really because the thought of them getting excited while looking at my naked tits and ass made me want to do all sorts of naughty things.

I knew that it wouldn't take much to either entice them into playing further or scare them off, so pulling the towel over and positioning it by the side of the fence I dropped down onto it and leaned back so I was sitting on my knees, my firm breasts were now directly opposite them, right by the gap.

I began caressing my boobs and pinching my nipples.

I kept my eyes on the shapes moving by the gap as I said.

"I know you have been spying on me, why don't you come round here and get a closer look?" 

There was silence so I quickly stood by the fence, stretching up on tiptoe so that I could peer over the top; they both looked up, panicky.

My eyes focused on their shorts, they both had a noticeable bulge, the blond guy was slyly rubbing his crotch trying to adjust himself while the dark haired one just stood opened mouthed as he realised his face was just inches away from my naked tits.

Smiling to put them at ease I said. 

"Look I don't mind you peeking because I just love making men horny; it really turned me on when you were staring at my ass before." 

I pointed at the tents in their shorts. 

"And it seems you are more than a little pleased by what you have seen."

While they looked back and forth dumbstruck I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. "I was hoping we could show each other how excited we are."

"So you want us to look?" one of them said with a leer. 

In answer I ran my fingers along the thin fabric of my thong pushing it further up into my slit, my pussy tingled as the guys watched me touching myself.

"You bet, because I want you to watch me cum right now, then I want to see you touching your cocks while you look at my tits, ass and pussy, Ok?"

I rubbed my hand against my pussy and waited for them to make the next move.

They were soon coming up the garden path where they were met by the sight of me bent over on all fours, as they approached the towel I looked back over my shoulder at them and smiled arching my back and pushing my bum out towards them. 

"Is this what you wanted to see?" I asked.

They were both rubbing themselves through their clothes, nodding to them I said, "Lose the jeans." They did as I asked without a moment's hesitation, dropping them at their feet and stroking their cocks without any embarrassment about seeing each other half naked.

"Were you stroking yourselves while you were looking at my ass?" I asked.

The blond one just nodded.

"I couldn't help it, its so awesome." the other guy said. 

"And we could almost see your pussy at one point when your panties bunched up."

They were making me feel ever so naughty.

"Would you like to feel my ass cheeks?" I asked. "Its Ok you can touch them."

They both very carefully held out a hand each and placed them on my buttocks, lightly stroking the soft skin, uttering a quiet "Wow."

From their reaction I had the feeling they were both either virgins or very inexperienced, which meant that I could easily keep control and guide the situation as they would be grateful for any kind of contact however brief.

I turned my head slightly and watched while they kept their hands busy on my bottom, seemingly mesmerised by the soft globes. 

They were both stroking their cocks all the time they were touching me and I was worried that they would not be far away from shooting their loads.

It was time for me to up the game so that I could get off before they did.

"I can tell you like my ass but who liked looking at my tits the most?" I asked.

Without hesitation the blond said.

"I like tits more than anything; they get me going all the time." 

"He likes legs and ass." He added pointing at his mate.

"Have you ever touched a girl's bare breast before?" I said.

He went red and shook his head, "Only over a bra."

"How would you like to touch mine then?" I said.

With only a little encouragement he moved up by my shoulder and gently placed a hand on my left tit, he gave a little shudder of excitement as the palm brushed my nipple, letting my breast rest in his cupped hand.

"Go ahead and feel it while I watch you play with your cock." I said.

At that he began mauling my tits, his inexperienced fingers roughly squeezing my nipples as he investigated one breast at a time.

Although it was not the most refined of caresses it was however highly erotic.

His friend was still rubbing my buttocks using both hands, moving them outward in small circles, I suspected that he was trying to get a peek at my barely covered pussy as the cheeks eased apart, if only he knew how close he was because, without him realising it, the tips of his thumbs had been close to my pussy on several occasions, brushing the edge of my thong when his hands had dipped to the bottom of my cheek causing a tingle of excitement to run through me as I felt myself getting even wetter. 

Being played with right here in public, in the back garden was so sexy. 

The crotch of my thong was gently brushing my pussy as the dark haired one massaged my ass, both tickling and stimulating me at the same time and this along with the friction on my nipples from the blond guys as he rubbed and squeezed my tits was nice but I needed more. 

Talking to the blond guy I said.

"What you are doing is nice but wouldn't you like to kiss and suck on them too?"

Wiggling my ass I said. "And as for you, why don't you stop trying to sneak a peek at my pussy, take off my thong and just have a good look?"

It didn't take them long to get the message, the blond guy dropped on his back under me and I dipped forward brushing his mouth with my nipples, he immediately grabbed my breasts and started sucking them while the other guy pulled down my panties and without any finesse stuck his finger straight in my pussy, holding it there for a second before pushing it roughly in and out making me arch my back and gasp.

They really did not have much idea what they were doing and it was a good job I was so wet from all the teasing otherwise it might have hurt, somehow though their amateur fumbling was all the more exciting because I knew it was probably one of their first real sexual experiences with a woman.

It reminded me of my first encounters long ago in the school bike shed, when lads would be happy for just the tiniest of peek of a breast or panties and to be daring was to allow one of them to touch you over your clothing. How we change.

While I was thinking this I rolled onto my back disengaging myself from both guys.

They were both short of breath, very excited and eager to continue.

"That was nice but I need to cum and I think you guys need some guidance." I said.

Taking hold of the dark haired guys hand I said.

"Finger fucking is Ok but what feels really nice is if you mix it up a little and gently rub here, on my clit." I placed the tips of his fingers to it and showed him how to touch me, I was so turned on by this time that I did not stop the blond when he shyly dipped a finger between my lips, running along the folds, fascinated as they covered his finger. Suddenly one of his fingers slipped deep inside my pussy, taking my breath. I took hold of his wrist and held it still.

"Don't just rub in and out, curl your finger and tickle inside, can you feel how smooth it is in there? Well it's very sensitive and girls will appreciate you going slow at first rather than just ramming away"

With that I loosed his hand and just let him carry on exploring, I was dying to come and their fingers were just what I needed right now.

While his mate practised rubbing his fingers in and around my pussy the dark haired guy used his thumb and forefinger to pinch and rub my clit vigorously, I moaned softly, shifting my hips, close to orgasm.

The blond one had his cock in his hands as he fingered me and was wanking himself with a frenzy, while the other guy was holding his shaft and rubbing the end with his thumb, seeing them fisting themselves sent me over the edge and as the blond guy plunged his fingers into me I humped back at his hand once again grabbing his wrist and guiding his movements, almost using him like a dildo, urging him to go faster.

To his credit his friend took the hint and increased the pressure on my clit, working his fingers with small movements as I had shown him until I was gasping and bucking my hips, my juices flooding over the fingers buried deep in me.

I was so fucking horny and far gone at that point they could have done whatever they wanted with me and I think I would have happily taken them both.

They took their hands off my pussy as I started to catch my breath.

As I looked up at them they were both staring at the clear juices coating their fingers and trickling from between my legs, I trailed my fingers over the damp lips there and said.

"Is that the first time you've seen a woman orgasm?"

They both said it was.

"And the first time that you have seen and touched a pussy."

Again they both said yes.

"Stand up side by side facing me." I said, kneeling between them as they did so.

Their eyes were wide as I touched myself between my legs, running my hand back and forth, lubricating my fingers with my own juices. 

"That was pretty good for a first time so now you can have your reward."

Reaching out I took hold of their cocks.

They jumped a little at the contact as I began working my hands up and down the shafts, with all the excitement of being allowed to see and touch me I knew they would not last long, from the amount of pre cum leaking from the swollen tips they needed to cum badly. 

Their cocks twitched and throbbed in my grip as I worked my hands back and forth with a fury until the lads let out a gasp, their hard shafts pulsed in my fingers and they started pumping jet after jet past my body shooting their loads all over the grass until there was nothing left but a thin trickle dribbling over my fingers.

Suddenly the lads quickly pulled away, put their now limp pricks back in their jeans and hurried away without a word; I looked around at what had startled them and thought I saw someone at the kitchen window but could not be sure. 

Wiping my hands clean on the towel I pulled on my dress and went to investigate.

As I entered he kitchen I was grabbed from behind, within seconds my dress was bunched up about my waist.

"Did you like those fingers inside of you?" a male voice hissed in my ear.

He pushed his hand between my legs, my pussy was still wet and juicy from my orgasm so that when he pressed a finger to my folds it went straight in.

"Were they as nice as mine?" he asked as he inserted another finger in my pussy and frigged them back and forth.

I could feel his cock, which was erect and poking out of his trousers, digging in between my naked cheeks as he fingered me.

"They were nice enough when they stuck them roughly in my pussy." I said, squirming in his grip as he pulled me close and turned me toward the kitchen table.

Bending me over it he leant his weight against me, trapped there as he pulled my dress up over my back, my ass now naked to the room. He gave it a sharp slap making the skin tingle then placed his hand between my legs, rubbing back and forth before

ramming a finger into me, he thrust it fast, deeper and deeper, a hand on my back holding me still as he assaulted me from behind, my tits pressed against the cool wood of the table.

Despite his rough actions I was moaning on the verge of orgasm when suddenly he pulled his fingers out of my pussy. 

His hand was moving around between the two of us then suddenly I gasped as I felt the head of his cock push against my pussy. He drew it up and down my slit parting my damp lips with his throbbing erection as he held me firm with a hand on the small of my back, keeping me in place and preventing me from pulling away.

"I bet you didn't even know their names did you? But you still let them finger fuck you in front of each other you little slut." He breathed in my ear.

He reached round and slipped a hand under me to where he could finger my clit, making me gasp, then, before I could stop him, he pulled my pussy lips apart with his fingers and thrust his cock inside me, slamming me into the table. 

He began to fuck me hard and fast but despite the sudden brutality of it I was losing control, he slapped my ass once more and continued to talk dirty to me.

"You would have let them screw you outside in front of everybody; I wondered how many people were watching you naked in the garden."

He hammered into me, harder and faster and deeper with each stroke, his balls slamming against my ass, I was trying to grind back onto him and had raised myself up slightly as I pushed back. My tits were bouncing up and down brushing against the table, I felt so good and naughty and dirty as I answered him. "Yes I wanted them to fuck me because it's such a rush to be touched in a public place where anyone might see me naked. I like the thought of strangers getting pleasure from seeing my body and watching me having sex."


Holiday Home



His cock felt massive inside me as my second orgasm of the day took hold, my legs were shaking and I could hear him start to grunt and groan as I gripped him tight with my pussy, flooding his shaft with my cum. I felt his cock grow even bigger inside me as I climaxed, bucking my hips back onto him and moaning, as he thrust into me one last time, gripping my hips and pulling back as he exploded, filling up my pussy with his spunk until it seeped out from between my lips along with my own juices, soaking his balls and dribbling down the back of my legs.

When he had finished, he turned me around and kissed me deeply grabbing my wet buttocks as he pulled me close. Breathlessly we parted and I looked him in the eye.

"I really needed that, I thought you were never going to get here." I said.

Steve gave me a gentle pat on the bum.

"Not that you weren't keeping things warm while I was away."

With that we made our way to the shower and then bed where we made love slowly while making plans for further adventures.



Holiday Homebound



Most college students go home every chance they get. They long for the comfort of home, the home cooked meals, and the memories of good times. Me on the other hand, I would prefer my college life in sunny Florida over a week spent in South Carolina during Christmas. I have no reason to go home. There is nothing there for me anymore. There is a reason I left my home in the first place.

As much as I hated to go home for the holidays, my parents made a good point. If I didn't spend my Christmas vacation with them, then my college tuition didn't get paid.

I dreaded the whole month of December. I didn't want to travel to South Carolina, especially if it was snowing. I didn't want to see my family, my friends, and I especially didn't want to see Brandon. I have nothing more to say to them.

There is a long story behind my dislike for my home town. I grew up in Greer, South Carolina. It was a small town; everyone knew everyone. Secrets were not safe; they were open for public viewing. Worst of all...no love life stayed behind closed doors. Your business was an open book, and believe me, people loved to read about it.

I had two best friends all through elementary school, junior high school, and high school. Willow and Brandon. They were there when I needed comfort. They had my back in every argument. They were my rock; strong and steady. When I needed advice or just wanted to have fun, they were always available.

Even though Brandon was a long time friend of mine, I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with him. After our awkward years together, I came to realize that I would never find another person to even come close to being even remotely like him. Once puberty had come and gone was when I realized that I loved him. The way I explained it to my mother was: He was the only guy on the planet that understood me. I could do anything, say anything, and be myself around him without his judgment. He knew things about me that I would never tell anyone else as long as I live. His looks weren't bad on the eyes either. To me he was gorgeous! He had soft sun kissed blonde hair, with big brown eyes that would melt your heart. His smile was one that would knock you on your feet.

To get down to the knitty gritty, and let you in on my ultimate reason for leaving my home, I should probably tell you what had happened. Right after graduation all three of us, Willow, Brandon, and I were hanging out at my house. Brandon had left the room to get something to drink and Willow scooted closer to me with eyes that told an untold secret. I had no idea that she was about to tell me the worst news I could possibly hear.

"I have to tell you something." Willow whispered softly. She scooted even closer.

"What?" I asked eagerly. I didn't think that what she had to say would tear my world apart. It had never crossed my mind.

"I slept with Brandon on prom night." Her eyes were full of sorrow, touched with a little bit of remorse.

"What!" My heart broke into a million tiny pieces. She knew exactly how I felt about him, and how I had waited so long for him to make a move. That was one secret I never shared with him, "How could you?!"

"It just happened."

Before we could get deeper into the conversation Brandon had walked back into the room. I didn't want him to know how I felt about the situation, nor did I want him to know that I knew about his night with Willow. It should have been my night.

After that night I have not talked to either of them. I let things be. I got my acceptance letter to the University of Florida, and two weeks later I left home. I hoped I would never have to look back. I even tried getting my parents to move to Florida. It just wasn't happening. It has been two years since I left, and if it were up to me, I would never go back.

I decided to wait until the day before Christmas Eve to leave. That was the longest, most horrible drive of my life! It took me longer than I had expected to reach my parents' house. I sat in my car, parked outside their house for close to an hour.

"Just suck it up. It's only for a few days. Besides, no one knows you're here." I whispered to myself. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bags, and started up the snowed over walkway, "Just great."

"Oh honey!" My mom screamed as she engulfed me in her bear hug before I even reached the door, "I've missed you so much!"

"Missed you too mom." I hugged her back.

"Oh Mike, grab her things." She handed my bags to my dad and led me into the warm house, "Sweetie, you haven't been eating! Look at you! You're skin and bones!" She said looking me over in every direction.

"No mom, it's called diet and exercise." I rolled my eyes.

"You know, men like women with meat on their bones." Dad chimed in.

"No one needs to put in their two cents." I was getting aggravated. I was happy with my figure. I had worked hard for it. No one wanted me in high school, I was chunky. So when I got to college and saw amazing looking girls in bikinis I decided I was going to look like that too.

That was the worst conversation I had ever had with my parents. So I had lost a few pounds, 40 to be exact, I was happy with myself.

When dinner was done, and the dishes washed, my mom and dad turned in for the night. I sat on the couch admiring the decorations my mother put up graciously every year. The tall full tree was lined with lights, garland, and ornaments. The smell of cinnamon sugar filled the air, and the fire place was burning bright. I always imagined Brandon and I experiencing our first time in front of the fire place. That idea was long gone.

* * *

Christmas Eve was hectic. My mom was busy baking her sweets; popping them into my mouth every chance she got. My dad fussed with wrapping paper, and the dog tore it up as fast as my dad could wrap. I helped with a few things here and there, but my not wanting to be there was well known.

"I invited Willow and Brandon over to see you! You looked like you could use some cheering up!" My mom smiled at the good deed she thought she had made. She held that smirk on her face as she rolled out the dough for the pumpkin pie. 

"MOM! You didn't!" I was furious. I couldn't blame her for not knowing the truth, but I could blame her for trying.

"Don't be silly, they are your best friends."

"Were."

"Excuse me?"

"They WERE my best friends."

"What happened?" She looked at me with those eyes that told me she knew something was up.

The doorbell rang. My heart sank. My mother danced all the way to the front door as I tried to figure out the fastest way out of her kitchen without anyone seeing me. This was a nightmare.

"Hey Mrs. Tanner." Brandon hugged my mom and planted a soft kiss on her rosy cheek, "Willow couldn't make it. For some reason she said she was coming down with the flu. She was fine this morning."

"That poor dear." My mom smeared a little flour on her face, "I will just have to send her some soup."

When Brandon walked through those kitchen doors, I thought I was going to die. I literally thought I was going to have a heart attack. He was carrying a small gift, which he handed to my mom, and walked over to me. I was panicking. 

"Hannah, it's been a long time." He wrapped his arms around me in a hug and squeezed hard. Inside I was screaming, but at the same time I couldn't resist his warm touch. He felt amazing in his cotton sweater. And did I mention his ass looked great in his jeans. I started to feel a ting in my pants, and quickly pulled away. I didn't know if Willow and he had a thing going.

"Yeah..." I looked away.

"Want to go ice skating?" His eyes looked innocent, but I knew they weren't, "Come on, it will be like when we were in high school."

"I don't really feel—"My words were cut off by the death glare my mom was giving me, "Fine."

It didn't feel like old times. It was awkward, with no talking to break the silence. I stayed close to the wall most of the time. I liked watching him glide around the ice rink. I had a hard time refraining myself from going up to him and planting a nice wet kiss on his soft lips. The past wouldn't let me do that.

"You look great by the way." Brandon had slid up next to me on the wall.

"Thanks." I just shoved my hands deeper into my pockets.

"Why are you being so distant? You haven't called, texted, sent a letter, or even e-mailed me in two years. What did I ever do to you?" I could tell he was getting aggravated with me.

"Do you really want to get into this here?" I looked at him; I guess it was time he knew the truth.

"Yes I do." He gave me that serious look that always made it hard to lie to him.

"Prom night, that's what happened."

"What are you talking about?" His brow furrowed.

"You and Willow...on prom night." I was starting to get aggravated myself.

"Hannah I don't know what you are talking about." He moved a little closer to me placing his hand on mine.

"Don't act like you don't know...because Willow told me on graduation night." I skated away. I couldn't take anymore. I had spent two years trying to forget him, and my mom brings him right back into my life.

Brandon skated after me. He spun me around so quick that I thought I was going to fall, "Once again Hannah, I am going to ask you what you are talking about."

"You and Willow sleeping together on prom night!" I screamed it so loud that people started turning heads and staring, "Now if you don't mind, I am going home to spend the holidays with my family and then going back to Florida."

After finally getting it off my chest I felt relieved, but at the same time I still didn't tell him how I felt. The conversation was done and over with, so what was the point in beating myself up over it.

That night my parents and I sat around the Christmas tree talking about past holidays. I was an only child. I could understand why they would want me to come home for the holidays, but I wish they would move with me. The conversation lasted until late that night.

"OK off to bed." My mom shooed me off, "Santa will be here soon. You have to be asleep!"

"Mom I'm a little too old, don't you think?" I laughed.

"No!" She pushed me down the hallway towards my room.

I giggled as I closed the door. I changed into a loose fitting t-shirt, and tossed my pants across the room. There was a book case on the other side of my room. I walked over to it. I ran my fingers along the spines. Man, I missed my home. My finger stopped on an old photo album. A smile spread across my face. I pulled it out and settled on the bed to finger through the pictures.

"Hey..." I looked over to my window startled. It was Brandon.

"What are you doing?" I asked angrily.

"We need to talk." Brandon swung his other leg over the window sill.

"No we don't. Now please go." I stood up and put the photos away.

"Yes we do!" Brandon walked over and sat on my bed.

"Just because you used to sneak through my window when we were kids, doesn't mean you can now. So leave!"

"Hannah, I never slept with Willow."

"Why would she lie?"

"After you left she tried getting with me. I just don't feel that way about her. I had feelings for someone else."

"Well good for you." I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Hannah...sometimes you are oblivious to the obvious!" Brandon stood in front of me. He removed my arms, "I'm in love with you!"

"What?"

He didn't reply. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. They were soft and full. He teased my lips with his tongue. I couldn't resist. I kissed him back. I took his bottom lip between my teeth and nibbled on it. A small groan formed in his throat. The kiss became more passionate as his hands slid up my arms to caress my face.

It felt like my head was getting dizzy. I couldn't believe this was happening. I wrapped my arms around him. I pressed my full breasts into his chest as our tongues danced.

When the kiss finally broke, I pushed him down onto the bed. He looked up at me and smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. I removed his shirt and started kissing and nibbling on his neck. I made my way down to the collar bone and kissed my way down further. I teased his bellybutton with my tongue. His head fell back onto the pillow. I couldn't unzip his pants fast enough! 

Once I had them off, I sucked on the inside of his thigh; another groan erupted. I began to massage his balls and sucked them into my mouth one by one. I then ran my tongue around the base of his cock. After teasing him for a few minutes, I enclosed my lips around the head of his dick. I flicked it and sucked the pre-cum up. His fingers entangled in my hair I finally took his cock into my mouth completely. I heard a moan escape his lips. Bobbing my head up and down, pleasuring him made me wet even more. My panties were soaked. I felt his body sense up and he pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I continued to suck and bob my head. He released his cum deep into my throat and I swallowed without an argument.

I kissed my way back up his body and planted another passionate kiss on his lips. He tasted so good; I didn't want it to end.

Brandon flipped me over in one swift move. He nibbled on my neck while reaching a big strong hand down to rub my clit through my panties. I gasped. He moved his finger around in a rhythmic motion. 

"I can't...mmm...wait anymore." I removed my shirt exposing my breast to him. He had no hesitation sucking one into his mouth and flicking his tongue over my erect nipple. I whispered, "I want you now."

With that he removed my panties in one quick movement, and buried his cock deep within me. I let out a loud moan allowing him to know how much I enjoyed this. His thrusts were slow and deep. I arched my back moving my hips in sync with his movements.

"Oooh!" I moaned when he lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. He started pumping deeper into me at a faster pace. The sweat was glistening on his forehead. He was amazing.

The waves of orgasm were starting to wash over me. I slid my legs down and wrapped them around his waist. I pulled him closer to me so that he was buried deep. 

"Oh God! Yes!" I screamed as I dug my nails into his back.

Brandon's grip tightened on my hips and he pushed as far into me as he could get. I felt his cock convulsing within me causing my own orgasm to intensify. He closed his eyes as he let out one last moan.

Brandon collapsed onto me. We were both panting. I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Brandon....I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too." He turned his head so that he could see me from where his head rested on my breast, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." I kissed his forehead. 

I laid there for hours after he had fallen asleep. I was happy my parents had pretty much forced me to come home for the holidays. I couldn't believe this had actually happened. I know I fell asleep shortly before dawn with the satisfaction of knowing this would be one of the best holidays I could have.



Holiday Homecoming



Finals were finally over and I was heading home. My freshman year was now officially half way through and I felt good about that. Pretty sure I did well my first semester in school. I better, because I literally gave up any semblance of a social life in order to keep my grades up. I was anxious to get home and meet up with friends. It was time to relax, let down my hair, and have a little fun. I had earned it.

It was cool outside, but still nice for November, especially for Ohio. It was actually 70 during the afternoon and it was still around 60 at 8:00 PM as I pulled into the parking lot at Snuffy's Tavern.

Snuffy's is the lounge that every neighborhood seems to have. It serves the high school kids drinks, readily accepting even the worst imaginable fake IDs. I had my first drink there at 16. It was also the place where most of the college kids would go when they got home on break. It was just outside the small Jewish neighborhood I grew up in. My dad is Jewish, but my mom is Catholic and from Denmark. Quite a mix if I have to say. I guess I was really neither. I did seem to inherit most of my Mom's fair features (the light blond hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion)

I was meeting a good friend of mine from high school tonight, Jordan. She was also home from college. Jordan and I really look like sisters. She was also from a "mixed marriage", except her mom was the one who was Jewish. Jordan was about 5"5" and weighed about 110. Her hair was darker than mine, more of a dishwater blond. I guess we both favored our gentile parent. 

Both of us had been a bit wild in high school, but in a small town sorta of way. I only slept with one guy in high school, Ryan. Ryan was a good looking guy, but he was a little on the nerdy side. But he was always nice to me, we got along well, and we spent a lot of time together growing up. Jordan was a little more active than I was, but I'm guessing her experience with fucking was limited to less than 5 guys. 

Though Ryan was the only guy I had sex with in high school, what I lacked in the variety of sex partners, I definitely made up for with my oral skills. I think my last two years in high school I had oral sex with 10 different guys. They were, of course, all nice Jewish kids who, quite frankly, were a little more gifted at math than pleasing a woman. But I enjoyed doing it for them, and of course not a one of them ever complained! 

Ryan was pretty typical of the guys in my high school. He was about 5'7" and weighed around 140 pounds, which was fine for me. I mean, I'm only about 5'4"and 105 pounds. So we were a pretty good fit as a couple.

Snuffy's looked pretty dead for the night before Thanksgiving. I seemed to remember it being much more crowded in years past. I glanced in my mirror as I parked my car and saw Jordan pull in right beside me.

"Hi Heather," Jordan yelled as she got out of her car. "What's up?" 

Jordan was wearing a short jean skirt and a t-shirt. Her typical CFM (come fuck me) look. Of course, I had on my CFM outfit too, a short navy colored tennis skirt and a white silk blouse that hugged the contours of my breasts. It was readily apparent in the crisp fall air that neither of us was wearing a bra. 

"Hi Jordan, you look appropriately slutty if I must say." 

"Heather, from you, I take that as a compliment,' Jordan responded. "You look pretty hot too girl. Well let's get inside and see what's happening. It looks a little slow right now. Maybe we can shoot a little pool until it picks up" Jordan said.

We opened the door and walked in. It was very dark and smoky inside, darker than I remembered it being in the past. We sorta stumbled along the tables until we made it toward the back of the bar and slid into a booth. 

"Damn girl, I can't see squat in here it's so dark" said Jordan. 

"I think it's just our eyes haven't adjusted yet," I responded, "I think we'll be fine in a few minutes or so." 

Snuffy's always played a wide variety of music and the Hip hop music was loud this evening. I'm not a big fan of hip hop, at least to listen to it. But it's good for dancing. 

A slender black woman, probably in her mid 20's came up and asked us what we wanted. We told her two Corona's. She promptly told us that we were too young and had better get our lily white asses out of there. Jordan defiantly showed her fake ID and said her lily white ass was staying right there. The waitress stared at her for a minute and then walked away. 

"That worked well Jordan" I sneered. 

"What the fuck," Jordan responded, "we never had any trouble getting a beer in here when we were in high school, we sure to hell shouldn't have any trouble now."

Our eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness. There appeared to be about 5 or 6 men at the bar and several others at the tables. I think they were all black. Jordan and I had been in Snuffy's quite a few times in high school, and it was a pretty rare occasion for any blacks to patronize Snuffy's. Jewish kids with fake IDs, yes, black folks, no. 

"What is it you ladies want?" The deep voice came from behind us and it startled both of us. 

"A beer," stammered Jordan.

"With those IDs, you'll be lucky to get bubble gum" he laughed. 

Jordan and I were both speechless. The voice was coming from what had to be one of the largest men either of us had ever seen. He looked to be 6'5" and I would guess he was in his mid to late 20's. He appeared to be pretty solid too. 

"I'm Marcus. I'm the new owner of Snuffys. Bought it this fall when they lost their liquor license for selling to minors."

At that point I figured we didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of scoring a drink in Snuffys. We stood up to leave and Marcus leaned over and said, "Why don't you go ahead and sit back down. I'll have DeShawndra bring you girls a drink." 

We sat down again and watched as Marcus walked back to the bar. We saw him talking with the black waitress. A few minutes later DeShawndra came over with two drinks. She placed them on the table and left without saying a word. They weren't beers, but I don't think either one of us really wanted to say anything that our waitress might take wrong. She had the look that clearly said - don't fuck with me. 

"What the hell do you think this drink is" Jordan said. I sipped mine, and told her it tasted like an ice tea with some alcohol in it. 

"Oh Heather, you are so dumb," Jordan said, "It is an Ice Tea and it has like a bizillion shots of stuff in it. Cheers," Jordan said as she took a big gulp. 

"Fine" I said, "lets drink this down and get out of here before Deshawndra, or whatever her name is, decides she wants to kick our 'lily white' asses." 

We both laughed and started to enjoy our drinks. That's when we noticed 3 black guys slowly walk over to our booth. It was comical, in as much as their pants were almost falling off and they all had their hands on their crotches. I think we both thought, oh God, what stereo types! 

The first one to the table said, "Yo, Yo, Ho's what up." 

The second one echoed, "You fine ladies looking for some action, you came to the right place." 

The third one, not to be outdone, chimed in "You got that right bitches." 

It was like something out of a stupid video you would see on BET when surfing channels. You know that attitude is out there, but you can't really believe that people that ignorant really exist. Yet here it was, hanging right over us (in our CFM outfits no less). 

About that time we heard a voice say "Ok little man, you heading out the front door or the back door?" We thought the voice came from Marcus, but it actually from a guy who was even bigger. 

There was a moment of tension in the air but our three new "friends" began to back toward the exit. After a brief stare down, they turned and shuffled away cursing under their breath. We turned and saw Marcus had joined the other man.

"Sorry ladies, usually the thugs don't make it in until much later," said Marcus. "This is my business partner, Ray. " As you can see, most folks don't mess with Ray." Ray looked to be about two inches taller than Marcus and he also appeared to be pretty solid. We could see that Marcus was definitely right about Ray.

Then Jordan surprised me when she said, "Ray, would you like to join us for a drink? Marcus, I'm sure Heather wouldn't mind if you join us too. After all, it's the least we can do." 

Ray slid in next to Jordan. Damn he was a big man. Marcus slid in next to me; he was a big man too. They both had a beer with them already. 

"Ok," Jordan said, "Are you guys pro basketball players or what?" 

Ray and Marcus both laughed. Marcus said, "Ray and I played football together in high school. We went to different colleges, but ended up on the same team in the NFL. Neither of us was able to stick though. I played a couple years as a backup linebacker. Ray was a defensive end and actually started for part of his first year, but he blew out his knee and got cut. So here we are, serving beer and chasing out punks in our own little dive bar."

Jordan and I laughed. We talked to Marcus and Ray for an hour. They were both charming and couldn't have been nicer to us. Jordan asked and discovered that Ray was 6'6" and weighed 240, while Marcus was 6"4" and weighed 235. I can attest that they both had bodies that looked like they were chiseled out of concrete.

Ray had got up and brought back a 2nd round of drinks for all of us. I don't know about Jordan, but I was starting to feel quite a buzz from the drinks. 

Jordan and Ray were in deep conversation. I really wasn't watching them, as Marcus was asking me about college and how I was doing. He was a very engaging person and he made me feel totally at ease. 

When I finally glanced over at Jordan I noticed she was almost sitting on Ray's lap and he had his arm around her. 

"Jordan," I said, "I'm going to the little girls room, want to go?" "Sure," Jordan said. Before Ray could get up though she had quickly slid onto his lap and then she slowly slid off his lap and out of the booth. 

Marcus had already stood and I was able to slide out of the booth in a much less seductive manner. When Jordan and I got to the bathroom, she was almost breathless. 

"My God, Heather, he is hung like a horse." 

"What? How the heck..." 

"I had my hand on his leg in the booth and when I moved it just a bit I swear I felt the head of his cock almost down to his knee."

"Yeah, right," I said.

"Laugh if you want Heather, but when I slid across his lap, well, lets just say that verified it for me." 

We primped a little in the mirror in a bit of awkward silence. Both of us, I think, were realizing that we really had pretty limited experience with men, yet here we were with these two giant of men, both of whom were giving obvious signs that they were interested. I'm not sure either of us really was really sure if we wanted to move forward or not. 

Jordan went into the stall while I continued to primp. She came out just a moment later and dropped her underwear in the trash can as she pulled her short jean skirt back down.

"Jordan, what are you doing," I stammered.

"Well hell, I was probably going to hook up with someone anyway tonight. Might as well see what happens here. I mean, it's not like we can't leave if we want. You going to dump yours in here too?"

"Nah," I said, "Heck, I just have on a thong anyway." We laughed and left to head back to our booth. 

Jordan got to the booth first. As Ray started to move out of the booth she sat on his lap again. This time she didn't slide off. Marcus wasn't in the booth so I was able to slide in easily.

As I sipped on my ice tea, Jordan was giggling as Ray was saying something to her. She slowly slid off his lap and he leaned over and kissed her. And what started out as a light kiss quickly heated up. 

I felt something warm next to me. It was Marcus. I guess I was so taken by what was going on in front of me that I wasn't even aware he returned. He moved in close to me and placed his hand on my leg. His hand was huge. It literally went from my knee to half way up my leg. 

"Hell, I'm gone for 5 minutes and look what happens," he laughed, referring to the sudden intimacy between Ray and Jordan. Ray pulled away from his embrace with Jordan and she laid her head against his chest and cuddled even closer. 

"Yeah," Ray smiled, "I think she is trying to take advantage of me. We all laughed.

As Marcus continued to chat, his hand slowly moved higher up my leg. I have to admit, I was like totally distracted and I really wasn't conscious of the conversation anymore. I was, however, very aware of his huge hand moving closer and closer to my pussy. Which, between watching Jordan make out with Ray and the heat of Marcus next to me, was starting to get pretty moist.

Marcus leaned over close to me and asked softly, "Are you ok?" 

"Huh, oh yeah, I'm fine," I managed to stutter. He smiled and moved his hand a little further up my leg. I shifted a little and slowly parted my legs slightly. I think Marcus was aware that he was beginning to break my resistance some. His hand felt good on my leg. 

I glanced over at Jordan. She was now intently looking down. Not sure what she was staring at, but she seemed almost in a trance. 

Ray broke the silence and said, "Hey Marcus, why don't we take the ladies outside to the patio we're working on. It will be a lot quieter and more comfortable."

"Damn Ray," said Marcus, "That's a hell of an idea. We've been working on the patio for the last month. It's not open yet, but we are almost done. Ready girls?"

Before I could say anything, Ray and Jordan were up and heading outside. I felt Marcus's big hand grasp mine and pull me toward the back exit of the bar. We followed Jordan and Ray to the back door. Ray unlocked the door and we all went out into the crisp night.

I glanced over at Jordan. The cold air caused her nipples to pop right through her t-shirt. Looking down, I saw that mine were doing the same. Ray and Marcus were surely enjoying the view. Marcus closed the door and locked it discreetly behind him.

"Girls, don't worry, we'll get the fire pit warmed up," said Ray. He reached over and flipped a switch on the wall which turned on the gas flame in the fire pit. The pit had nice padded benches surrounding it. Jordan and I moved closer to the fire in the pit to warm up, while Ray and Marcus sat on opposite benches surrounding the fire pit.

The patio was dark, lit only by the fire pit. It had a 10 foot wood fence around it, making it very secluded and private. 

"Jordan, come sit next to me and I'll warm you up quicker than the fire," laughed Ray. And before I could blink, Jordan was next to Ray. I followed her lead and sat down next to Marcus. The fire was nice, but I think the warmth I felt was coming as much from anticipation as it was from the fire. 

Both Ray and Marcus had on shorts that extended just below their knees. As I was warming up next to Marcus, I saw Jordan slide her hand up under Ray's shorts. Ray's head was tilted back and his eyes were shut. He did have a big smile. 

The fire pit really put out a lot of heat. Even though it was no more than 50 degrees outside now, the ambient temperature by the fire pit was quite warm. The darkness of the patio was pierced by the light of the fire. I could see Jordan and Ray very clearly through the flames which illuminated their bodies on the other side of the pit. 

Jordan's hand was moving up and down under Ray's shorts. He had spread his legs allowing her easier access. I swear that I could see the head of his cock every time her hand moved up. If the flames were not distorting the image, it was huge. 

I jumped as I felt something warm on my leg. I was so wrapped up in watching Jordan; I didn't realize Marcus had moved his hand almost all the way up my leg. It was resting just inches away from my neatly trimmed pussy. My hair is very blond (I take after my mother's Danish ancestors) and I always leave a little landing strip of hair down there. I've always been proud of the fact that I'm just as blond down there as I am on my head.

"I'm sorry," said Marcus, "I didn't mean to scare you." 

"Oh, you didn't, I mean I wasn't, uh." Oh hell, all I could do was stutter. Marcus smiled and I finally managed to say he hadn't scared me. I leaned over and rested my head against his chest. It was massive. Subconsciously, my legs parted slightly allowing his hand to rest comfortably right next to my moist pussy.

As we cuddled on the bench, Ray and Jordan were going at it hot and heavy. Jordan had reached over and pulled Ray's t-shirt off. He had a very nice chest. I think I gasped at the next thing I saw. Jordan had pulled Ray's shorts up to allow her to get both hands on his cock. My God, it was the largest one I have ever seen. It was at least twice as big as Ryan's, and probably twice as thick too. 

Jordan had both hands wrapped around it stroking it up and down. Ray had her nipple in his mouth and had his hand completely under her skirt, no doubt finger banging her as she was moving her hips up and down to the thrust of his arm. I wasn't aware of it, but Marcus was enjoying watching me watch Jordan and Ray - probably as much as I was enjoying watching them.

Marcus slowly moved his huge hand and lightly brushed against my pussy. I know he had to feel the heat and moistness coming from me. I think my thong was already wet to touch. Watching Ray and Jordan had me so hot I could hardly contain myself. 

Marcus slowly moved his fingers around my hot cunt, never quite touching me there, but always staying dangerously close. He did this for several minutes as I watched Jordan and Ray. Ray had stood up and turned toward Jordan. I saw Jordan unsnap his shorts and watched as they dropped to the ground. Ray was naked and he had the body of a Greek God. His back was turned to me now and I could not see Jordan at all, but I'm certain she was sucking his big hard black cock as I watched his firm ass thrusting forward. Watching them go at it right on the other side of the fire pit was making me incredibly hot.

"Oh God," I gasped. 

Marcus had quit teasing me and his long fingers had slid under my thong and they were gently gliding up and down my slit. I was already so wet that his finger easily slid right in my tight pussy. I spread my legs to allow him better access. Marcus then knelt down in front of me. I spread my legs more and he pulled my thong off.

"Your pussy is beautiful," he said, "I don't know if I have seen one this pink before." 

And with that he gently leaned over and began to lick my pussy with his tongue. He gently ran his tongue all around my wet opening and then he started working my clit with his mouth. As he sucked on my clit, he slid his long finger up into my pussy and began rubbing my G-spot. Between Marcus sucking my clit and rubbing my G spot, while I was watching Jordan suck Ray's big cock, I felt my juices flowing and just exploded. I don't think I ever had an orgasm that intense before. I think I actually squirted I came so hard. 

As my eyes rolled back to their normal position and my eyelids opened I saw that Jordan and Ray were now both naked. I could see Ray sitting on the bench with Jordan kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. The fire dancing in front of me created an intense image as Jordan's head dancing up and down on Ray's cock through the shadows of the flames. Ray stood, pulled Jordan up and laid her on the bench. He moved on top of her as Jordan wrapped her legs around his powerful torso. I could see Ray teasing Jordan with his huge cock as he rubbed it up and down her pussy. I could see Jordan arching her back trying to snag his cock with her pussy, but Ray was adroitly and teasingly avoiding making entry. 

The next think I was aware of was Marcus standing in front of me. I couldn't see Ray and Jordan anymore. Marcus' waist was right at my eye level now. He leaned over and pulled my blouse over my head. 




Holiday Homecoming



"Damn Heather, your tits are fine." Marcus stated. 

I did have nice breasts. My nipples are nice and erect, and very pink. And even though I was only a 34B, my breasts are very perky. Ryan used to tease me about me wearing a bra to keep them down, not hold them up.

Other than my short skirt, I was now naked in front of Marcus. I was a little surprised by what I said next. "Marcus, you have all of your clothes on, don't you like me?"

"Oh yeah little girl, I like you," Marcus responded seductively. 

He slowly pulled his t- shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Marcus wasn't quite as tall as Ray, but he was even more solid (if that was possible). I rose up and scooted around on the chair so I was now facing Marcus, well actually, facing his groin. With the flames behind him, I could see Marcus as more of a silhouette rather than in any detail. He gently pulled my hands up and placed them on his waist in front of me. 

I really didn't need any additional encouragement at this point. I reached over and unsnapped his shorts with my left hand and pulled his zipper down with my right hand. 

There is always that anticipation when you are with someone for the first time. You never really know what you are going to pull out. Even in high school, there was a variety of shapes and sizes (albeit in the 4" to 6" range). I was feeling a great deal of excitement and anticipation as I pulled his shorts down.

Marcus turned slightly to his right as he stepped out of his shots and that's when I first saw it. My Gawd, it was longer and thicker than Ray's. And I don't think he was even erect yet. He had to be at least 10" and it was growing longer and firmer right in front of my face.

"You like what you see Heather?" Marcus softly asked. 

"Oh yes," I responded shakily. But I thought to myself, I just wasn't quite sure what to do with it. It was too big to really get in my mouth easily, so I just grabbed it. I grabbed it with both hands. It felt great in my hands. It was alive. As my hands moved up and down the shaft it would jump and grow harder and longer. I swear it was over a foot long now and as thick as my forearm. 

I stroked it for a few moments until it was as hard as a rock. It was the most magnificent thing I have ever laid my eyes on. At that point the desire to suck it hit me and hit me hard.

I pulled his large bulbous head toward my mouth. I met the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. His pre cum had already started to seep out and I gently licked it off and then slowly ran my tongue all around the head of his cock. Very slowly I moved my mouth over his head and slid it in. It really stretched my jaw to take just the head in. Gently Marcus started to move his head slowly in and out of my mouth as I circled the head of his cock with my tongue. I could feel his cock get even harder as I sucked him.

A sudden sobbing scream pierced the calm night air. As Marcus's huge cock head was sliding in and out of my mouth, I glanced over and saw Jordan sitting on top of Ray's lap and she riding his cock hard and fast and coming even harder. 

Her screams were that of pure pleasure as Ray was thrusting his cock into her as hard as she was trying to pound it with her pussy. "Oh my God, fuck me you stud, fuck me. Fuck me harder Ray, fuck me harder," she screamed. "I'm coming you big bastard, Oh I'm coming hard, fuck me." Their bodies were slamming together and you could hear Jordan's juices squishing as Ray's cock pounded her pussy. 

It was pretty overwhelming. The smell and sound of sex was all around me. My best friend was pounding a huge black man's cock within a few feet of me and I had an even bigger cock sliding in and out of my mouth. 

As I sucked Marcus's cock, he reached down and slid my skirt the rest of the way off. We were both naked now. He began to massage my wet pussy with his hand as I was getting a little more of his cock into my mouth. Closing my eyes I tried to take more and more of his cock into my mouth. I had both hands on his hard shaft and could only take about 4 inches. It wasn't gagging me; it was just too thick to get any more in. 

When I opened my eyes I was shocked to see Jordan kneeling right beside me watching Marcus's cock slide in my mouth. And right beside Marcus's cock dangled Ray's shiny wet cock. If it was overwhelming before, I don't know how to describe this. 

Jordan put her hand around Ray's cock and gently brought it up to my face. She put her other hand on Marcus's cock and began to guide him in and out of my mouth. Then she pulled his cock completely out of my mouth and slide Ray's cock in. 

Ray was big, but not as thick as Marcus. After the initial shock of having another cock in my mouth, I was able to slide my mouth more easily up and down his shaft. Jordan was jerking Marcus with her other hand and licking Ray's shaft as she guided his cock in and out of my mouth. 

Jordan turned and began to suck Marcus now while still guiding Ray's cock in and out of my mouth. 

"Oh shit," Jordan said, "How did you get this cock in your mouth Heather. It is huge." 

Ray and Marcus laughed as Jordan struggled to get her mouth over Marcus's large head. I put both my hands on Ray's cock and gently stroked his hard cock. I continued to stroke Ray's cock as I pulled it out of my mouth. I leaned over to lick the side of Marcus's cock as Jordan tried to get more of his head in her mouth. I slowly slid my tongue up and down his shaft as Jordan finally got most of his head into her mouth. 

Ray pulled away and I eagerly joined Jordan taking turns sucking and licking Marcus's cock. Ray had moved behind Jordan and started to do her doggy style. Jordan stopped sucking and gasped as his hard cock slid in her still juicy pussy. It did not take long for Ray to begin really pounding her again and the squishing was even louder now. Jordan was getting fucked by, and was sucking, two huge men. 

I leaned back and watched for a moment. It was quite a sight. Ray was 6'6" and Marcus was 6'4", and in between both of their huge cocks was Jordan, all of 5'5" of her. Marcus looked down and smiled at me as Jordan struggled to get more of his cock into her mouth. He had been watching and enjoying the sight as well. 

"You are beautiful Heather," he said. I smiled; blushing a bit I'm sure.

While maintaining eye contact with Marcus, I sat back against the bench and spread my legs exposing my juicy pink pussy. I slowly and softly began to touch myself. Marcus watched as I gently began to insert a finger into my pussy. Even though I have a very tight pussy, it was so moist from the excitement that my finger slid in easily. I began rubbing my clit with my other hand as I fingered my pussy. 

I closed my eyes as I pleasured myself, listening to Ray bang a panting Jordan right in front of me and knowing that Marcus was watching my every move. With my eyes still shut, I began to finger and rub my self harder. 

It was then I sensed a presence over me. I opened my eyes and Marcus was knelling between my legs with his arms on the bench behind me. His cock was dangling right above my pussy. I raised my arms, put them around his neck, and pulled him toward me. 

Marcus leaned in and kissed me gently. I could feel the strength and power flowing through his body as we kissed and I pulled him closer. His cock was pressed against my stomach and his balls were hanging across my pussy. The head of his cock was literally up to my breasts. I began to think; as much as I want it, there may be no way he gets that thing inside me. 

I must have tensed up a bit at that moment, because Marcus stopped kissing me for a second and said, "Don't worry Heather, we'll take it very easy and very slow. I won't hurt you and I'll let you set the pace."

I reached and pulled his cock down to my pussy. He slowly rubbed his cock up and down my wet slit, sliding all the way down his shaft, then all the way back up. Occasionally Marcus would stop the rubbing and push his head gently and ever so slightly into my tight pussy. At the first resistance, he would pull it out and rub his cock up and down my clit more. He repeated this over and over for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably about 10 minutes. 

Every time he would push his head into my pussy, it would go in slightly deeper. And every time he pulled it out and rubbed my clit with his cock I would get hotter and wetter. I came several times as he repeated the routine. I was especially responsive when his head would just start to meet resistance and then he would pull it out. That created some real gushers for me.

Finally Marcus was able to get the head of his cock into my hot wet pussy. He was so gentle and patient, and I was so wet from my orgasms, I didn't feel any pain as he gradually worked it in. Now he was able to put the head in and pull the head out without resistance. My pussy was gradually adjusting to the girth of his head. Or so I thought.

Suddenly, after more than 10 minutes of very patiently easing just the head of his cock in and out of my pussy, Marcus thrust firm and hard into me. 

I wanted to scream, I would have screamed; but it totally took my breath away. My mouth was open and I was trying to scream, there was just no sound coming out. He violently thrust his cock half way into me again, then pulled out quickly only to be thrust back in even harder and deeper. Again and again Marcus pounded me with his huge cock, each time harder and deeper than the previous time. 

It hurt like hell; he was a monster of a man. In spite of how hard he thrusted though, there was no way he was going to get all of his cock in me. He was hitting the back of my womb at about 10", my eyes were rolling back, and I felt like I was on the verge of blacking out. 

My pussy was also exploding. My juices were flowing like a busted dam and my ass was bouncing up and down off a growing puddle of my own cum. The sensations I felt were intense and like none I could have imagined. Pain, fear, euphoria, love, and lust were all simultaneously flowing through me and exiting through my pussy. My pussy was throbbing with pain and pulsating with pleasure. Tears were flowing down my checks. 

It didn't seem possible, but Marcus reached back and hit a higher gear. His power and strength was incredible as he drove his cock into me; bouncing it off the back of my womb, and then driving it in even harder and more violently with each stroke.

I'm not sure I was conscious of the fact that I was now thrusting my pussy to meet his penetrating strokes, making the collision of our bodies even more intense and violent. 

Marcus screamed, "Oh shit bitch, I want to come on your face." 

Creating almost a popping sound, he pulled his massive cock out of my pussy. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to his throbbing cock. With his free hand he firmly stroked his cock and aimed it at my face. 

My eyes must have been bulging out of my head. I had been fucked almost senseless and now I had a gigantic cock pointed at my face, nearly ready to explode. 

Jordan was still being fucked fast and hard by Ray right beside me. I had been totally oblivious to this after Marcus started fucking me hard. But I could hear Ray yell, "Damn Marcus, I want to cum on her face too, she is one hot looking bitch." 

With that Ray pulled his cock out of Jordan, stood up and aimed his cock right at my face as he stroked to his conclusion as well. Jordan was listless on the ground as Ray had fucked her almost senseless as well.

Ray and Marcus both aimed their huge throbbing cocks right at my face. "Open your mouth Bitch, here I come," Ray screamed. 

I looked at his hard glistening cock right in front of my mouth. With some hesitancy I slightly parted my lips. With one last hard tug his cock exploded and a shot of cum rifled off my nose and across my face, the next shot went up my nose, followed by a third hard shot that streamed across my whole face landing just above my eye. 

His last hard shot finally hit his target, as he pushed his cock closer to my mouth, shooting through my still slightly parted lips, and it was followed by several smaller shots, that hit my mouth as he pushed his cock through my lips. Grabbing me by the back of my head he drained his cock into my mouth. I could feel the hot sperm on my face, in my mouth, and down my throat as he pulled his cock out. 

Marcus was stroking his cock as Ray handed off my face to him. He pulled me toward his cock and yelled, "Open your mouth bitch, I'm coming," My lips were still just slightly parted and before I could open my mouth Marcus had pushed the massive head of his cock between my lips and it exploded with shot after shot of hot and heavy cum. 

My mouth quickly filled and massive amounts of cum started streaming out the sides of my mouth and down my throat. Marcus pulled his cock out and it was still shooting, hitting my nose, lips, and then chin with cum. 

Still holding me by my hair, he pulled me back to his cock and said "Lick my cock clean bitch." 

I didn't like his tone but his power was overwhelming as he pulled my mouth right up to his cock. I stuck my tongue just slightly through my lips and he ground the head of his cock on it and coated it with cum. 

"Now swallow that bitch," he demanded. 

I turned my head embarrassed; my mouth was full of cum and my face was covered with cum. I swallowed some and spit some out as I continued to look away, feeling very shocked at the sudden turn of mood and somewhat ashamed of the resulting events. I heard a door shut and I slowly looked up. Ray and Marcus had dressed, turned off the fire pit, and went back inside the bar, locking the door behind them. 

Jordan was still half out of it, and so was I quite frankly. We slowly got up and dressed without saying anything to each other or making any eye contact. Jordan walked to the gate, unlatched it and left. 

I sat on the bench, dressed now, but looking like shit with dried cum in my hair and streams of cum still dripping down my face. I got up and slowly, and somewhat painfully, made my way to my car, oblivious to the stares of customers going in and leaving Snuffy's. 

Full of emotions that I couldn't sort in any meaningful way, I slowly pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.



Holiday Hot Tub Prisoner



It was a vacation from hell! Two of us guys at a tiny, empty and overly prudish British hotel in the Caribbean, having a boring week with no other hotels for miles. It was our last day and an unrelenting sun was making it brutally hot as we trudged back from a long hike on the beach expecting a boring end to a boring vacation. On the way my friend sees a girl duck down into the water of the beach hot tub which is a fair distance removed from the resort.

“She must have just arrived this afternoon,” my friend quips, as he climbs up a few stairs to peek over the raised deck of the hot tub. Sure enough when he climbs the stairs she ducks into the water again so only her head is showing. 

“I bet she’s trying to hide her assets, ” he says as he hurries back down and crawls under the hot tub deck and turns the heat in the tub up from 100 to the maximum of 145 degrees. Since we have absolutely nothing else to do, we climb back up on the deck and wait for the heat of the tub and the sun to force our hot tub princess to emerge and provide us with a nice show.

As I climb up the hot tub stairs, I notice her bathing suit top and bottoms laid out on the deck. The resort was so empty she must have thought no one else was going to be around that day, because the signs all over the beach make it clear that not even topless bathing is allowed at this super prude resort. 

As I point out her suit to my friend, he replies, “Good, let’s put our chairs on it.” He takes out two lounge chairs and puts them directly on top of her suit. Then while my friend settles into a chair, I hurry back to the room for his Hitachi camcorder with the tiny detachable lens. I stop at the bar and give the waiter $20 to keep bringing the hot tub girl a steady supply of double strength, but fruity sweet, rum punches with some nice fruit garnishes. He agrees to tell her that they are compliments of the house. I return with the camera hidden inside magazines ready to sneak the detachable lens out for shots. 

Our hot tub showgirl turns out to be unbelievably prudish, however, and after about 10 minutes under the 145 degree water and a blazing sun she is still showing us little more than her head, but we can see she’s beginning to suffer from the heat. Finally the heat and her thirst force her to make several trips to the edge of the tub for something to drink, which briefly exposes her incredibly huge rack to my hidden camera. Unfortunately for her the only liquid available without getting out of the tub are the double strength rum punches I had ordered. 

Still after 20 minutes or so in the tub and two double strength rum punches, she has managed to stay down in the sweltering hot water. By the time the waiter comes with her next round of two drinks, she has avoided giving us anything more than a few glimpses of her tits for almost 30 minutes, so I ask the waiter to leave the drink cups much further back from the edge of the tub (to avoid a spill). Now in order for our hot tub beauty to reach her new drinks she has to pull herself 3/4's of the way out of the water so that while she is drinking we get to admire her cute nude rear and have her massive tits dangling down right in front of us. She guzzles down both drinks pretty quickly to quench what must have been an incredible thirst and probably to keep us from viewing her awesome boobs for too long. 

After she sucks down the last of these drinks, it’s clear that the past 35 minutes in the 145 degree water and the four double rum punches are too much for our busty hot tub prisoner. She is obviously dazed and disoriented. While she had been quickly and gracefully sliding in and out of the tub for her drinks, this time she flops back in with a splash. Her feet abruptly slam into the bottom of the tub and she is just barely able to cling onto the ridge in the deck by the tips of her fingers to keep from falling. She steadies herself and slumps over but it doesn’t appear she knows her boobs are left out of the water because she seems to be falling asleep behind her sunglasses. Her head keeps hanging down and then popping up only to fall down again. We watch as she slumps further over the edge of the tub, her body just cooking in the water for several more minutes so that all of her muscles are melting from the heat. The heat had finally turned this starched prude into a pliable and amusing toy. 

She was barely conscious or too weak to move. We could pretty much do anything we wanted at this point. I started openly taking pictures using her as a prop. My friend posed kneeling right next to her and pointing at her exposed tits with one hand and giving the thumbs up sign with the other. Unfortunately for her, her boobs were just too huge to fall off of the edge of the tub as she slumped down into it and so they got hung up on the edge. For every inch the rest of her body slumped down, her tits became more spread, pushed up and plumped out on the hot tub deck like two huge slabs of white dough rising in the oven. 

After a few more minutes of taking pictures and toying with our semi-conscious hot tub plaything, my friend, started getting impatient for the ultimate nude review, so he leans forward and practically yells to me: “Looks like lunch today is going to be barbecued white breast meat from a chicken female.” His loud voice startles the shy hot tub girl and she jumps back. Immediately she looks right down at her tits, realizing for the first time that while she’s been dozing her boobs have been just served up in front of us on the deck like two slabs of meat on a platter. 

My friend quickly follows up by saying, “You know the view here is so great I think I’ll stay all day.” On hearing that our unwilling hot tub showgirl finally realizes she’s going to have to be the star of an all nude review at some point, so she might as well come out now. After a few minutes of indecision, she struggles to pull herself out. I did get some pictures, but as she emerged she started to look directly at us, so I had to hide the lens. I guess she was hoping we would be gentlemen and turn our heads if we could see she was going to keep looking at us, but we made no pretense about thoroughly enjoying the show and her predicament. We made the prudey hot tub girl feel like she was a slutty nude exotic dancer entertaining on stage. 

She had a hard time struggling out of the tub and ended up sitting nude on the deck directly in front of our chairs, with one leg bent under her and the other stretched out in front of her. After being in a 145 degree hot tub for over 45 minutes and drinking the constant flow of rum punches we arranged for her, she could not manage to stand up yet. While she was struggling to stop the world from spinning and to get onto her feet, I was satisfied to quietly enjoy her show, but my friend slid forward to verbally torment the poor creature, talking about her as if she weren’t there. “Hey, he says, “look at that –you can be sure she’s a real blonde for a change. Normally you can’t tell because most blondes won’t spread themselves out completely nude in front of a you for a nice close inspection of the color of their private parts!” His words were obviously having an effect on her because she stopped struggling for a while and just hung her head , looking down at her body and was obviously ashamed to be so exposed. 

After what must have seemed to her like an eternity she did struggle to her wobbly feet like Bambi walking for the first time. She was so anxious to get away from us she wobbled off in the wrong direction toward the end of the hot tub deck that had no stairs. We could have told her there was no way down on that side of the deck-- but we didn’t. She discovered to her frustration and our pleasure that she had to turn around and parade nude all the way back across the deck to get to the stairs behind us, giving us a full frontal view the whole way. Once she discovered she had no other way out, she glanced back over her shoulder to see if we were going to watch her nude parade, and we were not ashamed to sit on the edge of our chairs staring right at her. She walked very unsteadily straight toward us giving us the nice long show of full frontal nudity we had been hoping for--a show made all the sweeter because we knew it was so humiliating for her. She just looked down at the ground while she walked. She was so flustered and anxious to get out of there, she forgot one important thing–her bathing suit.

She finally got down the stairs and to the beach. She stumbled a few times as she headed toward her bag and towel which she had left on the beach a short distance away from the tub. Being a perfect gentleman, I gathered up her suit and ran down while my friend picked up the camera still hidden in the magazines. She was startled at first when she saw us coming after her, but I said to her “Hey, look I just want to give you your suit”, and she calms down and says “thank you” in a slurred voice as she reaches a nervous and shaky hand for it. 

As I am about to hand her the suit, I looked surprised and drop it well out of her reach, telling her, “Wow, you got a bad sunburn starting right here on your back. You’d better but some lotion on it fast.” I am lying to her because I know she can’t see her back or reach it. Just as I planned, she panics, forgets all about her bathing suit and pleads with me in her slurred voice to quickly rub some lotion from her bag on her back so she doesn’t get burned on her first day. As I am doing that she realizes she is standing completely nude with her arms in the air while one stranger is rubbing his hands all over her back side and another complete stranger is watching. She babbles something about how she’s glad no one will ever see this and how she can’t imagine how this must look. Hearing that made our day as we knew we would be plastering a photo of her in this humiliating pose for millions of people to see on the web.

Once I am in position behind her I tell her I found more “sunburn spots” on her sides and start running my hands up and down her sides with the lotion-- working my way up toward the grand prizes in front. She gets concerned that my hands are wandering too much and looks down at what I am doing, but as she does that her prescription sun glasses fall off. She tries to catch them and in the process completely loses her balance and falls forward. I then seize the opportunity to reach up and grab her by her tits to break her fall. As I mash her amazingly pliable boobs like two massive lumps of bread dough, she starts laughing and stumbling to regain her footing. She keeps telling me she can’t see at all without her glasses and her blurry vision is making her dizziness worse. I am just saying “whoa, steady now” and pretending to be trying to help her, but in reality I am just using her unsteadiness as an excuse to squeeze, massage and mangle her tits like puddy.

I tell her, “I can’t let go of you to get your glasses or you might fall, so let’s just get you over to your towel and I’ll find them.” She keeps laughing and stumbling and says she can’t even see enough to know where to go. So at this point I am basically holding her up by her boobs and guiding her by tugging her tits in the direction I want her to go. When I realize she really can’t see that the towel is right next to us, I walk her around in a big circle just to enjoy playing with her tits some more and then do a brief boob juggling show for the camera before finally setting the unwitting nude movie star down on the other side of her towel from where we started. Like gentlemen, once we set her on her towel we help our nearly blind tipsy toy to put her bottoms on. This gives us a good excuse to run our hands all over her pussy. Then my friend takes a turn by insisting on escorting our tipsy topless friend back to her room. 

She gratefully accepts his offer because she is having trouble standing and can’t see without her prescription sunglasses which we have put into her bag. She leans on him and wraps one arm around his shoulder and he wraps his free arm all the way around her back grabbing her opposite tit. In no time he has a firm grip with his entire hand spread out under her boob, but even with his big hand, her boob is so huge it spills out over his fingers. On the way to her room his fingers migrate to her nipple which he is openly playing with while we walk-- using it to stretch her tit as far as it can possibly go and then wiggling her entire huge boob around and up and down by the nipple he has pinched in his fingers. She seems oblivious to the fun he was having with her boob probably because her blurred vision was adding to what was fast becoming a complete daze. 

We dropped her off at her room and she promised to meet us for dinner that night, but she never showed up and we left for home in the morning.



Holiday Hotel Encounter



A story that is part true and part fantasy. I recently found some photographs that reminded me that when I was in my early twenties I went on my first foreign holiday as a couple with my then boyfriend. We met a really nice couple. Thank you to Tony090909 for the idea of extending the story. Hope you enjoy.



We were in the hotel bar having a post dinner drink when an older couple (we were mid 20s, they were late 40s I would say) approached us (I can't remember their names so I'll call them Jim and Pam). Anyway, they introduced themselves, said they'd noticed us by the pool and in the restaurant and had seen us out in the local town during the day. They bought us a drink and joined us at the bar and for a little while we exchanged stories about our day in the town, what else we had done and our plans for the remainder of the holiday. 

After a little while my boyfriend, Steve, and Pam got into a discussion about books & authors and Jim & I were discussing holidays, cultures, etc. As we started our second drink Jim suggested we move to the seats (more like sofas) away from the bar. The two of us made our way over but Steve and Pam were so engrossed they didn't notice. Jim was slightly touchy-feely as we moved but I didn't make an issue of it. 

After we sat in the slightly darker area where the sofas were, Jim was very solicitous, staring at me, paying attention to what I was saying, very animated in his responses, touching my arm, etc. At one point he took my hand in his and when he finished what he was saying he put my hand on his leg and returned the compliment by putting his hand on my thigh. I realised what he had done when I could detect a slight bulge under my fingers and I felt his hand stroke my thigh gently. 

I remember looking towards Steve & Pam and she was also being touchy-feely with him but they were not looking in our direction. When I looked at Jim again, he was taking a sip of his drink and looking in the opposite direction, apparently not aware of any impropriety. As I reached for my glass (leaving my hand on his leg) and took quite a large drink of Malibu or Bacardi (I think) I felt his fingers make contact with the skin of my upper thigh and realised that he had subtly worked his hand into the slit of the wrap around skirt I was wearing. 

I became a little nervous but at the same time excited. Steve and I had had our fun in our cars, kissed and hugged on trains & the underground and even petted each other subtly in the pub at home. But, now, a relative stranger was touching my flesh in quite a public place. At the back of my mind, though, I was thinking that very little could really happen in the hotel bar. I decided to push my boundaries a little.

As his fingers stroked my thigh I built up my courage and eventually allowed my fingers to drift up his leg. I actually felt his penis grow a little and he edged closer to me. With his right hand perilously close to my groin I started feeling a little flushed. With his left hand he pressed my left hand against his leg & penis and somehow manoeuvred things so that his penis was no longer down his trouser leg, but was up around his zip. He then lowered his zip himself and opened his fly. I loosened the button of his trousers, peeled back the side nearest to me and found myself touching his penis because he was not wearing any underwear. 

Up until then I'd never thought about not wearing underwear but afterwards I remember encouraging Steve to do something similar for some of our special dates. 

As soon as my fingers touched Jim's penis it pulsed and grew. I was touching a 'new' erect penis for the first time since I'd started dating Steve. Jim's right hand now moved down my left leg and applied pressure, pulling it towards him and eventually over his right thigh and using his left leg to trap my foot. Of course that meant that my whole left leg was actually out of the split in my skirt. 

Immediately, his fingers moved back up my thigh. Just the touch of his fingertips on my thigh caused my skin to goose-bump and I couldn't help but shiver a little. As soon as he reached the join of my leg and groin his fingers moved in and down, floated over the outside of my panties and down to my sex. He took pleasure in trailing his fingers up and down the gusset of my panties and pressing slightly every now and then. He managed to work my panties between my outer lips and right over my slit. I could only imagine how damp they were becoming. 

Each time his fingers reached the area of my clit he pressed firmly. I was moving my bum around on the sofa and pressing against his fingers when I could. 

The illicitness of the episode got to me and he didn't even get his fingers inside my panties before I felt an intense orgasm hit me. I think I bit down on my lip quite hard to ensure that I didn't make any noise but I know my body jerked and shuddered a few times. 

I suddenly realised what had happened and felt myself blush. Then I noticed that I was gripping Jim's penis and stroking it. As I ran my thumb over the tip I felt pre-cum leaking from it and enjoyed spreading it over the head of Jim's penis. After only a few strokes, though, Jim's hand stopped me and he admitted that if I continued he would 'make a mess' and he didn't really want to do that at the table. He suggested we go for a walk in the hotel gardens.

I suddenly remembered Steve and I looked towards the bar again. Pam and Steve seemed to be sitting much closer and were both turned more or less towards the bar. I breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn't seen what we had been doing. I felt Jim's hand on my thigh again and he repeated his suggestion. I wasn't so naive that I didn't realise he would expect a little 'repayment' in the gardens but I hesitated only briefly before agreeing.

I looked down and saw that Jim had made himself decent. I pulled my skirt together and took Jim's hand as he helped me out of my seat.

I was surprised that Pam and Steve had not spotted us getting up. When we reached them however they looked around in surprise and Steve had his classic innocent / guilty, deer in the headlights, expression. I saw Steve's arm move and looked down to their laps. I'm not sure whether I was surprised when I saw Pam's fingers wrapped around Steve's penis, slowly moving up and down its length.

Steve blushed bright red and opened his mouth but before he could say anything stupid I pressed my fingers to his lips and shushed him. I then bent down and kissed him, my lips gently touching his, and I heard Jim saying that we were going outside for some air. Steve looked at me mutely, his mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out. From the corner of my eye I could see Pam's hand continuing to move up and down Steve's penis as she told Jim that they were okay for the moment and that she hoped we enjoyed our walk.

Once we exited the hotel Jim took hold of my hand and led me to a secluded part of the garden. As soon as he was sure we could not be seen by anyone he stopped, turned towards me and kissed me. I momentarily lost myself in the kiss. I could feel my heart pounding in my breast. The intensity of the kisses gradually increased. His tongue nudged into my mouth and I welcomed it.

His hands caressed my arms and moved to my shoulders. He moved me away from him slightly, creating a gap between us that allowed his hands to drop down and across the front of my blouse. My nipples were prominent through the material and he brushed his hands back and fore over them. His fingers reached the buttons on my blouse. As he slowly undid each button my sense of excitement increased.

There were only four buttons but it seemed to take an age before Jim separated the sides of my blouse and peeled them back off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. He released the blouse and his hands cupped my breasts. His thumbs flicked across my nipples and I gasped at the sensations. He knew exactly what to do, alternating between pinching my nipples and flicking them. I was revelling in the sensations again when he stopped and I groaned in frustration. I felt Jim ease the blouse down my arms and I allowed him to remove it completely.

My release from the sensations he had been causing galvanised me. I moved in against Jim and pressed myself against his crotch. His penis was hard again and now it was my turn to play. I loosened the buttons of his shirt and exposed his chest in the same way he had exposed my breasts. I ran my fingers through the dark hair on his chest, contrasting the sensation with that from Steve's smooth chest.

I removed Jim's shirt then reached down to his trousers. I loosened the button and then lowered the zip. His penis had been erect against his groin and it fell forward as it escaped from the confines of his trousers. I bent down to lower Jim's trousers down his thighs and they then fell and pooled at his feet.

I reached forward and gently touched Jim's penis. It was leaking pre-cum again. I used one hand to stroke Jim's penis and raked my finger nails of my other hand across his balls. After a few minutes he starting speaking quietly to me, telling me how nice it felt. I was looking down, watching my hands playing with him when I felt his hands pressing gently on my shoulders. 

I suspected he wanted me to give him a blowjob but I had only done that a few times with Steve and wasn't particularly experienced. I whispered that I wasn't sure about doing that but he encouraged me with his own quiet words. When I released his penis so that I could rest my hands against his hips to lower myself down, it was Jim's turn to groan with frustration.

Although we were on grass I still wanted something to rest my knees on. I bundled Jim's shirt up, placed it on the ground and rested my knees on it. Once I was set I looked ahead and slightly down and was staring at Jim's penis, bobbing before me in the night air. I took a gentle hold of it and pointed it towards my mouth. I looked up and Jim was watching me intently.

I asked Jim to close his eyes or to look away. I sensed disappointment but he did as I asked. I opened my mouth slightly and blew gently. Steve had told me that that felt very nice and Jim's moan confirmed that he enjoyed it too. I poked my tongue out of my mouth and edged towards the tip of Jim's penis.

When my tongue made contact Jim's penis jerked even though I was still holding it and I squealed in surprise. Jim apologised and breathed deeply then asked me to try again. I did exactly the same second time around. This time, when my tongue touched Jim's penis it moved only slightly and I was able to lick the drops of pre-cum gathering at its tip.

I slowly played my tongue around the tip then formed an 'o' with my lips and kissed the head. Jim moaned again. I slowly opened my mouth and edged my head forwards so that Jim's penis was fed between my lips into my mouth. Once I had a couple of inches in my mouth, resting on my tongue I reversed direction until Jim's penis was fully exposed to the night air.

I moved my head forward again. This time I took more into my mouth. I felt Jim trembling and I thought he was battling with himself. It seemed that, on the one hand he wanted to thrust himself inside my mouth, but he also wanted to show himself as considerate to this young, slightly inexperienced girl. I was grateful for that and determined to give him pleasure.

I continued to work slowly on Jim's penis. Then I moved one of my hands to his balls. I cupped them gently as I moved my head slowly backwards and forwards on him. Jim's hands moved to my head and he started moving his hips. Again, though, his movements were slow and deliberate. I raked my finger nails across his balls and that was greeted with a moan that was louder than anything he had uttered previously.

I sensed that he was about to cum so I resisted his hands and removed my mouth from his penis. I started stroking him with my right hand whilst playing with his balls with my left hand. His hips started moving more vigorously so I edged to the side and turned him a little. Then he suddenly thrust his hips forwards and groaned as the first spurt of sperm came out. I continued to stroke his penis and tickle his balls and two or three more spurts emerged. The last two weren't really spurts, more leakages which oozed down his penis and over my hand. 

As Jim leaned back against a tree to recover I wiped my hand on the grass. I realised that I had left my purse with Steve so I didn't have any tissues, nor did Jim have a handkerchief. I still don't know why I did it but I stood up in front of Jim and told him to reach under my skirt and remove my panties. 

Having started to soften, Jim's penis jerked a couple of times, apparently coming back to life. As he removed my panties he took the liberty of trailing his fingers over and through my pussy lips. As I enjoyed the feelings I looked off to one side and saw Pam and Steve. Pam was in more or less the same position I had been and Steve was leaning back against a table as she bobbed her head backwards and forwards on his penis.

The thought went through my head that it was the first time that I had ever seen someone else having sex, and one of them was my own lover. Surprisingly I was quite thrilled at the sight.

Jim held my panties in front of him. I used them to remove that last of his sperm from my hand and then wiped his penis with them. Of course that resulted in it continuing to harden. I continued to stroke him as we watched our partners. I spotted the signs of Steve's impending orgasm and heard him tell Pam that he was about to cum.

Pam just continued working on him. Then as he groaned she pulled him forwards so that his penis was completely in her mouth. I watched as Steve's hips jerked and I knew he was cumming in her mouth. Pam just kept her mouth clamped around him and swallowed his sperm. I was momentarily shocked and slightly intimidated given that I had finished Jim off by hand but quickly decided that we do what we are comfortable with and Jim did not seem to be complaining.

When Steve had finished cumming Pam released his penis. He opened his eyes and saw us watching him. Even in the reduce light of the garden I could tell that he was blushing. I remembered why I loved him so much.

Jim pulled his trousers up and we made our way across to our partners. Jim and I held out our hands and helped Pam stand up. As Steve bent down to pull his underwear and trousers up.

Once Pam was standing Jim released her hand but she kept hold of mine. Then, with her other hand she reached out and pressed her palm against my breast, crushing the nipple and breast and causing my knees to go weak. I had forgotten that I wasn't wearing my blouse and I was still sexually aroused. Pam released the hand she had been holding then moved towards me. Her arm went around my back and she pulled me towards her. Our lips met. I groaned with pleasure tasted Steve on her mouth and she continued to play with my breast.

I felt someone behind me then hands at my hips. Pam moved her body away from mine and my skirt dropped and pooled around my feet. I was drunk with pleasure, naked except for my shoes in front of three people, two of whom were more or less strangers. I definitely hadn't expected this when Steve and I planned our holiday.

I vaguely heard someone mention "risk" and "room" and was somewhat disappointed as I felt my skirt being wrapped around me again and then my arms being manoeuvred into my blouse. I was in something of a stupor as I was led away from the hotel gardens.

We very quickly arrived at Pam and Jim's suite. It was a one bedroom apartment with a lounge area containing a sofa and two chairs, and a dining area containing a table and four chairs.

I started to make my way to the sofa when I was brought to a halt. Through my pleasurable haze I felt my clothes being removed again then I was manoeuvred towards the table. I stood with the backs of my thighs resting against it. I watched as Steve and Jim stripped out of their clothes. When they stood next to each other it was quite a contrast: Steve's young, slim, smooth body compared with Jim's older, solid, hairier shape.

My eyes drifted to their groins. Both penises were erect – perhaps Steve wasn't as shy as he made out – and were quite similar. Steve had perhaps a little extra length and girth but not a lot. I sniggered to myself as I wondered if Jim's had been worn away a little by his experiences. Just looking at their two bodies and penises was increasing my arousal. I suddenly realised that one of my hands was absentmindedly touching and playing with my own breast. I hadn't been aware of moving my hand but I must have done.

I detected motion from the corner of my eye and then Pam appeared. She was dressed in a white bathrobe. She turned to face me then looked over her shoulder and nodded. Hands reached around from behind her and loosened the belt on the robe. The hands then moved to her shoulders and edged the robe off them. Pam shook her body and the robe dropped away. I wasn't surprised to see that she was naked underneath. Considering her age her body looked wonderful. I briefly expressed a silent wish to be in such good shape at her age.

I did notice that her breasts were not as perky as mine but her large nipples were already pointing straight ahead.

Pam walked towards me. There was no hesitation. Our bodies came into contact. Our breasts mashed against each other. Our lips met. She kissed me tenderly at first, then passionately. Her tongue edged into my mouth. Her hands worked between us and made contact with my breasts. I returned the compliment, reaching up to play with hers. I flicked and pinched her nipples as Jim had earlier done to me. She moaned as I played. I don't know how long our embrace lasted, but I remember feeling my arms levered from Pam's body and being stretched outwards to the sides.

My arms were slowly moved back and I was lifted slightly so that my bum rested on the edge of the table. My arms were raised and I was pulled back until I was laid back on the table. My legs were mostly off the table but they had opened slightly to give me some balance as I had been pulled about. I knew that my pussy was exposed to anyone at that end of the table.

I opened my eyes and looked down my body. Standing between my legs, leaning over me was Pam. I looked upwards and at my head I could see Jim. I briefly wondered where Steve was then I saw motion at the side of the table. Steve walked up to the table and reached down towards me. I was startled by pain from my breasts. I looked down and saw nipple clamps attached to each nipple, with a chain between them. Gradually the pain reduced and a throbbing sensation replaced it.

As I acclimatised to the sensation I saw Pam lower her head. I felt Pam's hands on the insides of my thighs. She stroked up and down my thighs. I watched as her head got lower and lower and felt her hands edge closer to my pussy. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back, having decided to revel in the sensations. I felt Pam's breath on my pussy then her tongue made contact and I'm sure I would have hit the ceiling if I hadn't hbeen held down on the table.

Pam knew how to give pleasure. She teased me with her fingers and tongue for an eternity. She would slide her fingers between my lips and just inside my slit then replace them with her tongue, dipping inside, then suck my lips into her mouth and nibble on them gently with her teeth.

All of a sudden she moaned with pleasure into my pussy. I lifted my head briefly and behind Pam's bent over form I could see Steve standing tall. As I watched, he nudged forward and Pam's face pressed against my pussy. Steve held her hips and fucked Pam as she continued to pleasure my pussy. The different movements and stimulation were alternately frustrating and arousing. I could feel myself reaching my peak then subsiding.




Holiday Hotel Encounter



As Steve's pace increased, Pam lifted her face away from my pussy and rested against the table. Steve seemed to be hitting the right spots.

I realised that Jim had released my hands and I brought them down into a more comfortable position by my sides. As I did so, Jim walked around the table to join Pam and Steve. He moved next Pam then I felt him take hold of my thighs and edge me towards him. As my bum reached the end of the table Jim's penis made contact with my pussy lips. He edged forwards and the pleasure rolled over me as his penis filled me.

Pam and Steve moved away from the table and over to the sofa. As Jim established his own slow and steady pace with me Steve sat on the sofa and Pam climbed on top of him. Jim released my thighs and used one hand to play with my clit as he slowly and steadily fucked me. The sensations Jim was sending through my body meant that I lost interest in Pam and Steve, although I could hear their bodies slapping together.

I was moaning so loudly I was surprised I could hear anything else. Jim's staying power was impressive. He would pause every now and then as he got close to cumming. His stimulation of my clit kept me close to my peak.

I suddenly heard Pam scream with pleasure as Steve brought her to orgasm. That seemed to inspire Jim. His pace increased and his moans got louder. Then he thrust his hips one last time and groaned loudly. I immediately linked my ankles behind his back and pulled him tightly to me. He leaned over me with his hands resting on the table. As he twitched inside me, depositing his sperm, he leant down and nibbled on my breasts. That was all I needed to send me over the edge.

I lifted my hips off the table and ground against Jim as my orgasm washed over me. Then I must have blacked out.

The next thing I knew was a conversation going on around me. I can't remember the details, just the murmur of voices. As I became aware of my situation I realised there were cushions underneath me. I groaned as I opened my eyes. I was now on the sofa but my muscles were aching from the unusual position I had been in on the table. The others were sitting at the table dressed in bath robes. I was just covered by a sheet.

Steve stood up and shakily made his way to me. He lifted my head and shoulders and slid underneath so that he was sitting at the end of the sofa and my head was resting on his thighs. His hands gently stroked my hair and face. He asked if I was okay, to which I could only reply with a smile and a nod. I felt too tired to go to our room just then so we spent the rest of the night in Pam and Jim's suite. 

We also had a lovely breakfast together the next morning and spent a couple of days together over the rest of the holiday. During that time Pam and Jim introduced us to the pleasures of toys and games. It was a time we both enjoyed and benefited from.



Holiday House



Alison was taking a hitch hiking holiday, just cruising around and seeing the country. On the current day she had got a bit off the beaten track, and was hiking along a deserted back road.

Strolling along she spotted a cottage sitting back from the road, shutters closed, driveway a bit overgrown. It was pretty obvious to her that it was someone's holiday house, currently unoccupied.

Her father had agreed to support her for a few months while she explored, with the firm understanding that there was a limit to his generosity.

Looking at the house, Alison considered her options. If the place was deserted and she could get in, she could probably stay there for a couple of days, rent free. And while she didn't consider herself a thief, she was sure the owners wouldn't really object if she helped herself to any food they'd left in the larder. Or possibly in a freezer if they'd left it running. It would definitely ease the strain on her pocket.

Prowling around the house, Alison sighed. Both doors she'd tried had been firmly locked, and the screens on the windows all seemed to be in place. Irritably, she thumped the wire door at the back of the house. She was turning away, preparing to continue her hike when something caught her eye. Turning she looked closer at the back door.

The main back door wasn't properly closed, she noted with satisfaction. For some reason it had failed to latch when closed and was now standing open a fraction. If she could just get past the wire door she was home, safe and sound.

Looking at the wire door, Alison thoughtfully considered the bottom of it. Drawing back her foot she gave the dog-flap a firm kick, watching it pop open. Smiling she pushed her bag through it, opening the back door wider at the same time. Crouching down, she eased herself through the flap, arms first, finding her shoulders a bit of a squeeze, but then she was through, without even losing any skin.

Standing up she entered the house, pushing the back door firmly closed behind her. Then she started to explore.

With the full opening and closing of the back door a silent alarm pulsed. In a nearby city the owner felt his smart phone vibrate, checked and cursed as he saw the alarm signal. He called his son.

"Andy, there's been an alarm triggered at the holiday house. You're a lot nearer than me. Can you check it out?"

His reply was a soft laugh. 

"I can check it out without leaving my house," he was told. "I left your PC on and it's connected to security cameras. I'll just connect to it and see if anyone's inside. Then I can either call the police or go and sort out the problem myself."

Andy made his contact and started panning through the cameras. He quickly spotted a young woman wandering around the house, but no one else appeared to be there. 

A hiker who saw a chance for a quick break and entry, he thought. She looked young and pretty. No need for the police. He'd just scare her away and she'd be long gone before he arrived to ensure that the house was properly secure.

He watched her wander around, and when she finally entered the office, he acted. 

Alison spun around, startled, when the PC on the desk suddenly lit up, with a young man looking out of it, apparently at her. He was looking at her, she realised when a voice came out of the PC.

"You have no right to be in that house. I suggest you leave immediately. If you leave now, you'll have about an hour start and that will get you well on your way before I reach the house.

You'd better make good use of that hour to run hard and fast, because I'm sick of young tramps like you breaking into honest people's houses. You look young and attractive, so if you're in the vicinity when I get there I'm going to spend the night there, ravishing you to make sure you get the message to stay away from other people's property."

Andy disconnected, laughing. The young woman was probably already scrambling out whatever window she'd climbed through and running for dear life.

Alison glared at the PC, now dead. Chauvinist pig. Who did he think he was? She'd leave when she was good and ready. If he won't be here for an hour I have time for a decent shower and some lunch if I can find some.

Running up to the bathroom she'd spotted earlier, Alison stripped off and jumped under the shower, praising whoever invented solar powered hot water systems. Down stair she checked the fridge and found it was on. After checking the expiry dates on a couple of items, she whipped up a quick snack for herself. Feeling refreshed and fed, she prepared to make her departure.

Strolling up to the back door, Alison turned the handle and pulled. The door remained closed. Startled, she tried again, rattling the handle. The door refused to open. Puzzled, Alison started fumbling for a lock. That's when she noticed that there was a keypad on the door. A digital lock. All she needed to do was key in the code and she was out of there. Of course, it would help if she knew the code.

A hasty trip to the front door had Alison facing the same dilemma. Another digital lock.

"Who the hell puts digital deadlocks on their doors?" wondered Alison.

The answer she realised, was obvious. The owners of this house. She sighed. Window time. Then she remembered the shutters that she'd seen from outside the house. A quick check of the nearest window showed she had two problems. First, the windows all had key locks, not digital, but it didn't help when she didn't have the keys. And once the window was opened, she'd have to pry open the shutters, and they looked awfully solid to her.

Running upstairs, Alison found the same problem. Locks and shutters. If these idiots were so security conscious, how the hell did she ever get in, she wondered, irritated.

Time was passing. She needed to get out. A quick but careful survey showed the house was tighter than a drum, barring a window in the toilet. Climbing on the toilet to examine it, Alison found it opened part way only. There was no way she could wriggle through that.

Maybe she could break a window and force a shutter. She decided to try. Running downstairs she looked for something solid to break a window, but changed her mind when she heard a car driving up to the house. 

"Lying swine," thought Alison angrily, checking her watch and finding only forty five minutes had passes. "He said an hour."

Swearing under her breath she rushed upstairs, desperately looking for somewhere to hide.

Andy parked and did a walk around the house. All doors closed and windows shuttered, he noted with surprise. So how had his little intruder gotten in and out. If she had gotten out, it suddenly occurred to him.

He let himself in and stood for a moment, listening. Total silence. He shrugged, closed the front door and headed to the office. Rousing the PC from sleep mode, he started reviewing the camera take for the last half hour. 

He watched grinning as he saw the young woman head to the back door and then stop, baffled. She must have come in that way. Dad probably hadn't fixed the defective catch. The intruder turned and ran to the front door. Then she was running all over the house, presumably checking the windows. 

Finally she came downstairs, picked up a statue as though weighing it, while giving the window a nasty look. A sudden pause and she was looking at the front door. His arrival undoubtedly. Now she was looking panicked and running upstairs. Into his bedroom, of all places, and hadn't come out. Probably hiding in there.

Alison was curled up in a small ball at the bottom of a wardrobe. If anyone looked in, all they would see was some clothes. Quietly she crouched, sweating.

She heard the door to the room open and soft steps moving around the room. Then the wardrobe door opened and a quiet voice spoke.

"Come on out. I can see you."

Alison didn't move, valiantly hoping he was bluffing.

Andy eyed the ball curled up under a couple of his shirts. Let me see, he mused. If that was her head, then that would be her back, her bottom and legs were there. With an evil smile, Andy reached down and gave a firm poke.

Curled up, hoping against hope, Alison was taken by complete surprise when a long hard finger poked her in the middle of her pussy. She jolted upright with a shriek, hands dropping down to protect her sensitive mound, while watching Andy jump back laughing.

"My, my. What have we here?" murmured Andy. "I'm Andy, the owner. The owner's son, anyway. Do you have a name, my pretty little burglar?"

"Alison, and I'm not a burglar," snapped Alison. "How dare you poke me like that?"  "Just a lucky break," laughed Andy. "You felt nice and soft, you know. You really should have run when you were warned."

"I tried to leave," protested Alison, "but the house wouldn't let me."

"From what I saw you seemed to have found time to take a shower and make some lunch," pointed out Andy. "Possibly if you hadn't wasted all that time you'd have found the emergency exit code posted next to the doors."

"Emergency exit code next to the doors?" Alison suddenly felt like a complete idiot. She hadn't even dreamed about looking around for any codes.

"Well, can I go now?" she asked. "I did try to leave when you said."

"I'm sorry," said Andy, sounding anything but. "If you'd made an honest attempt when I told you to I might have just let you go, but you didn't. Therefore, penalties will be applied before I send you on your way."

Alison looked at him nervously. Just what did he mean by penalties? He'd mentioned ravishing her all night long, but surely that was just hyperbole?

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

Andy smiled at the nervous young woman standing in front of him. She was worried about being raped, but she wasn't going to show it if she could help it. He wouldn't mind taking her to bed, but not rape. Not his style. But she did need a lesson on observing the proprieties, like not breaking into other people's houses.

Andy considered Alison. She was currently dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. A very nice figure, she had, and a really cute bottom. He wouldn't mind seeing more of that bottom.

"I believe I mentioned ravishment if you didn't hightail it out of here," he murmured, his smiled getting wider as Alison went paler, "but maybe you would consider that a bit harsh.

I'll tell you what. You drop your shorts and panties to half-mast and bend over the bed there, and I'll give you a good spanking and then let you go."

Alison felt her tummy turn over. Pull down her shorts and panties? He'd see everything. And then to have to bend over for a spanking? Her tummy did another little flip. She wouldn't. She just couldn't. But what if she refused? Would he then assault her and rape her? But if she pulled her panties down, it would just make it easier for him to rape her.

"Um, if I, um that is, would you...?" her voice trailed off, Alison unable to express her fears.

"If you pull down your panties and expose your pretty little tush to my lecherous gaze, will I give a cry of wild delight, fall upon you and ravish you? Is that what you're asking?"

Noting the look of mute indignation on Alison's face, Andy assumed that yes, that was what she was asking.

"No, I will not fall upon you and ravish you. Not unless you want me to. I will be on my best behaviour, as long as you count spanking your pretty bare bottom as being good behaviour. I assure you, it will just be strictly business and a firm spanking for a naughty little girl. I promise to not even notice if you shave your pussy. 

Do you?" he added.

A furious silence was his only answer while Alison considered the situation. If it was just a spanking, she could handle that. How painful could it be, after all? If he tried anything else she could always fight him, but she suspected that he'd keep his word and not do anything she didn't want. Even his teasing seemed good natured.

Alison felt the butterflies in her tummy being joined by a faint burning excitement. Being spanked by a man on her bare bottom, knowing that would be as far as it went was sending little shivers through her. 

Silently she capitulated, reaching down and undoing her shorts. She slipped them down to just above her knees, and then sent her panties to join them, face burning red as she did so.

Seeing Andy's mocking appreciation, it belatedly dawned on Alison she should have approached the bed first and dropped her clothes facing the bed. Not stand there giving Andy a free show. She bit her lip, remembering the gleam in his eye as he glanced down and nodded approvingly at her neatly shaven pussy. So much for not noticing.

She edged over to the bed and bent forward over it, bracing herself by placing her hands on the mattress. Her butterflies were now ash, incinerated by the excitement burning within her. She waited in nervous anticipation.

Andy had almost burst out laughing when Alison had pushed down her shorts and panties while watching him and blushing. How he'd get a straight face while watching her waddle over to the bed with her knees constricted by shorts and panties wrapped around them he'd never know. She was just too cute and naive for words.

Now she was bending over the bed, bottom high, head turned to look at him and blushing fiercely. And so she should blush. Bending over like that with her legs parted that way she was showing everything she had and tacitly telling him to help himself. He could see her breasts heaving, she was breathing that hard in anticipation of what was to come.

Standing next to Alison, Andy delivered a firm spank, fingers spread wide so that his hand covered most of her bottom while his long middle finger curled around her, pressing into her pussy.

Alison squealed, feeling Andy's hand land on her bottom. It smarted, but that was secondary to the excitement that raced through her when she felt his finger curl down between her legs and press into her pussy.

"Oh god, he's touching me there. He's doing that deliberately," she thought. "He thinks I want him to, I just know it."

Another firm spank drew another frantic squeal, not from the sting of the spank but from the excitement of having her pussy touched again. Alison could feel the heat rising and moisture soaking inside her.

"What am I supposed to do?" she wailed to herself. "He's only started and he's touched me there both times. He's going to rape me, I just know it."

Looking back at Andy, Alison saw his hand swing down again and screamed in anticipation of spank and touch, and then felt like an idiot when Andy stopped mid-stroke to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You might at least wait until I spank before you scream, don't you think," he asked, and Alison could hear the hidden laughter.

"You're deliberately touching me down there. You know you are," she protested.

"Oh, come on," said Andy. "It's not my fault. I just happen to have large hands and you just happen to have a cute little bottom, and my hand overflows slightly."

"Pigs it does," thought Alison grumpily, turning her head away, deciding she would NOT speak to the swine any more.

She was almost trembling with anticipation when the next swat landed, and this time her shriek was outraged. Andy hadn't even made a pretence of spanking her bottom, his hand cupping her mound with a firm slap.

"See," he told her. "That's what it would be like if I was doing it deliberately, so stop complaining."

Alison gave up. Eventually he was going to take her, and she knew it. Honestly, she wanted him to. She was excited, burning with need, and his supposed spanking was just making things worse.

"Alright, enough," she yelled. "Just do it. You know you're going to."

"Sorry?" asked Andy. "Do what?"

"You're going to fuck me," wailed Alison. "So will you stop teasing me and just get on with it."

"Alison, I'm shocked to hear you say something like that. After I gave my word I wouldn't ravish you. Unless you wanted me to."

"All right, I want it," Alison raged at him. "Now will you just do it instead of tormenting me?"

Waiting for Andy to answer, Alison found a hand was resting on her mound, coaxing her lips apart. Then she was groaning in relief as Andy moved forcefully into her, soothing her frazzled nerves, giving her excited flesh something to seize on and hold.

She felt hands pushing her top up, unclipping her bra and taking over her breasts. 

"We'll finish the spanking later, OK?" Andy breathed into her ear, and Alison nodded happily. Later was fine by her as long as what was happening now continued.

Andy withdrew and started sliding smoothly back into Alison. To his surprise, Alison was having none of that. With a twist of her hips she drove herself hard back against him, forcing him in deep and hard. Small and cute she might be, fragile she wasn't.

With a laugh, Andy started thrusting into Alison, this time putting some force behind his drive. Alison was laughing with glee, matching him as her bottom bobbed enthusiastically, welcoming his attentions.

Alison happily gave herself over to Andy's attentions. There were no worries or confusion now, just a joyful acceptance of Andy taking her, controlling her, using her to satisfy both their needs. 

Eagerly she pressed back against him as he pushed lustily forward. Excitedly she rubbed her breasts against his firm hands, feeling her nipples rolling around his palm, while shivery little sensations spread out from around her breasts, lighter but just as exciting as the sensations burning deep inside her.

Soon, she knew, both sets of sensations would merge, and it would all come to an end, and she couldn't wait for it to happen. Eagerly she threw herself into encouraging it to happen.

Andy was amused and excited as he felt Alison writhing beneath him. She seemed eager to feel him everywhere, rubbing her breasts into his hands while her bottom pressed hard against his groin, encouraging him to go deeper. Happy to oblige he kept driving into her, hands firmly holding her breasts, drawing her towards him as he thrust forward.

Andy drove harder, faster, hearing Alison starting to scream as her excitement built and started to overwhelm her. Then he was gasping himself as his own excitement got the better of him and he came within her, desperately driven by his need to satisfy himself and this woman.

Alison could hear herself screaming as she was overwhelmed, sensations running riot within her, all of her concentrating on the cock inside her, hammering out its message of pleasure. Shuddering, she yielded to its siren call, feeling herself float away.

Alison slowly gathered herself together. She was feeling totally relaxed, and she rather enjoyed the feel of Andy's hands on her, one cupping her breast while the other rested on her bottom.

She sighed and stirred.

"Back with me, are you?" she heard a laughing voice say.

She nodded, slowly taking stock of her situation. She was she realised, effectively naked, and lying across Andy's lap. She tried to push herself up, but found that Andy was able to restrain her effortlessly.

"If you're back amongst the living," she heard Andy say, "we should finish what we started. OK?"

"What? OK, I guess," she mumbled, wondering what he meant.

"I'm glad you see it that way," came a laughing reply, and Alison squealed in indignation as a hand spanked firmly off her bottom.

"What are you doing?" she screamed.

"Spanking you. We agreed to finish it off later, and it's now later. You've been a naughty girl, remember?"

Alison squealed again as another spank bounced off her bottom.