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Wet

By: SexyJennaInk



"I just want to watch you two," she cooed, sliding away from the two tangled male bodies.

She watched as the two men exchanged fervent kisses, running their hands up and down one another's bodies. It was perfect, she thought to herself. The hardness of their bodies pressed together, the difference in their bodies complimentary. One was shorter and stockier, hair closely cropped to his head and his brown eyes filled with devilish glee. The other so thin, so fragile, his facial features so perfectly sculped around his blue eyes he could be an angel. His longer locks obscured his face from her view, but she knew his own silver lip ring was rubbing against that of the other man; their kiss eliciting shocks of pleasure up and down the nerves of each of their spines.

She began to touch herself just as the two men rolled apart, ending their sensuous embrace of one another's naked bodies.

Her angel, Billy, smiled. "Just watching, huh?"

The stockier, more flamboyant male, Benji, was reclined against the headboard stroking himself languidly. "She's a voyeur," he grinned, curling his petal soft lips into a sneer.

The younger male wasted no time and crawled over his lover's body, licking feverishly at his erect, pierced nipples.

"Mmm, boys," she moaned twirling a finger over the small ring in her most gentle parts.

"I've never done this before," the pretty, docile male whispered to his friend.

"Me either," came the husky response.

"Mmm, boys," she repeated. "It's time to learn. I'll teach you."

"You can't teach us to..." Benji's voice trailed off.

"Be gay?" Billy laughed.

"Shush," she grinned. "Go back to your playing."

He obeyed and rolled on top of the older male. Their lips met immediately, and she returned to her chair to pick up where she left off.

"Oh fuck," one of the men moaned, grabbing her attentions away from her own play. "Fuck yeah," he moaned again and she realized the noises were coming from her little angel.

She watched in awe as the boys continued to grope one another, a large hand pumping up and down on Billy's cock, a slightly smaller one pumping frantically on Benji. They continued to moan loudly, their grunts coming in short spurts followed by long silences. 

"Let me, now," Benji grunted and Billy rolled off him.

Billy crawled on all fours towards the headboard, as Benji stood and walked toward Dani. "Fuck me," he grunted and threw himself down in a chair next to the one she sat in.

"No," Dani grinned. "Fuck Billy!"

Benji shook his head and pointed toward his erect cock. "Fuck me now, Dani."

Dani twirled her finger over her clitoris once more, then stood and approached Benji. "You're supposed to fuck Billy!"

"No," Benji corrected, tugging on her bare hips. "I can't fuck Billy til I'm lubed, so fuck me now!"

Dani gasped with realization and pleasure as Benji slid right inside her. 

"Fuck," he grunted. "You're so fuckin wet."

Dani ignored his comment and continued to gyrate her hips and ride Benji's hard cock. She purred as his pace increased.

"Oh fuck," she sighed when he pulled out and pushed her up. 

"Sorry, hon," he grinned, trotting toward the bed and his waiting male partner.

"My turn, Dani," Billy grinned at her. She smiled and returned her fingers to her moist lips.

She watched in awe as Benji leaned over the petite male slowly, and gently kissed a shoulder blade with his plush lips. He lined himself up with Billy's entrance, slowly trying to work himself inside, trying to cause the least amount of pain for the tiny creature beneath him.

"Oh god," Billy moaned in pain. "It hurts so bad, Benjamin."

Benji slowed his movements, grinning to a dead halt.

"No, don't stop," Dani begged, rubbing her clit and throwing her head back. "Please don't stop, Benjamin."

"It hurts!" Billy objected. "It hurts so bad, Dani."

Dani stopped rubbing herself, opened her eyes and stared at the pair on the bed. She stood from his chair and moved slowly toward them.

"He can't stop, Billy," she cooed, kneeling alongside the beautiful male. "I'll help you!"

"It hurts, Dani," Billy moaned again. Tears filled his eyes.

"Benji, go on," Dani instructed. She climbed underneath Billy and took his length down her throat.

"Oh god," he gasped. "Feels so....hurt so.....oh god."

Benji watched the scene unfold, listening for Billy's moans of pain to gently shift toward ones of pleasure. As they did, he began to increase his own pace inside the younger man's body.

"Oh Dani," Billy was moaning. "Benjamin, oh fuck."

Dani removed her mouth and began to stroke Billy quickly, glaring up at Benji as she did so.

"You having fun down there?" he grunted.

"You can thank me later," she winked, and shoved her lips back down over Billy's cock.

Billy's moans fastly turned to screams of joy, Benji matching them with his own as he neared his orgasm quickly. The two men managed to cum simultaneously, Dani swallowing down Billy's offerings and feeling Benji's seed drip slowly down onto her face.

"Oh fuck," Billy sighed, rolling away from me before he collapsed onto the bed. "That fuckin hurt like a bitch."

"But it was good in the end, no?" Benji inquired nervously.

"Fuck yeah," Billy grinned and pulled Benji into a kiss. 

She returned to watching the pair make out before her eyes, her fingers once again working her body into a gentle frenzy.

"Mmm, Benj?" Billy cooed, pulling his lips away from his lover's.

Dani and Benji looked to Billy expectantly.

"We forgot Dani," Billy grinned. "It's her turn now."

Dani grinned. He was an angel. Truly.

Benji's eyes filled with devilish glee, and he reached a finger out and into her depths. 

"Mmm," he moaned. "She's soaking wet."

"She liked the show," Billy beamed.

"Oh god, yes," Dani screamed, diving headfirst into her second orgasm of the night.

Wet



A shadow fell over Brooke’s eyes. They snapped up. “Hey! What the hell is the big idea? Get out of my light!” She growled. Her tan and lithe body lay spread on her bed; her head propped up by her hand. She had been reading a book until someone had interrupted her. 

“Whoa!! A little bit early to be baring your claws, isn’t it Slut?” Ryla stood in front of Brooke with her hands on her hips. “Get off your ass and lets go for a swim.” She was clad in a simple black two piece which accentuated all her curves. She had a towel draped over her shoulder and her long auburn hair was tucked securely into a bun at the nape of her neck. 

“Ugh, go away. Get out of my light!!!” Brooke sighed in exasperation, knowing full well that Ryla wouldn’t go away until she got her way. It was still worth a try though. 

“HA! No way, now get off your ass or I’ll make you.” Ryla smirked. She didn’t look it but she was strong. 

“If I go, will you finally let me read afterwards?” Brooke marked the page in her book. She was going to have to go, or else she would never get any peace around the house.

“No guarantees.” Ryla turned and flounced out of the room, her towel flying out behind her. “Meet you in the kitchen!” She called over her shoulder.

“Yeah yeah, stupid bitch.” Brooke muttered to herself. She stretched and get off the bed. She was still wearing her pajamas – a pair of silk shorts and a silk camisole. She reveled in the feel of the smooth silk against her skin. She opened her top dresser drawer and searched amongst the underwear for her bikini. After a few minutes of futile searching she realised that she didn’t have one anymore. She had thrown out her last one because holes had formed in places where there shouldn’t have been holes. 

It was their final year of university. Thankfully, it was the summer right before so they could relax before going back to the grueling world of academics. They had been childhood friends so it had only been natural to become flat-mates when they rented a house. They had gotten it surprisingly cheaper than they would have thought, and it had a gorgeous backyard so they weren’t complaining. 

Disgruntled, she headed out into the hall, stopping by the closet to pick up a fluffy towel. She would just have to swim in the nude. She was thankful that they were the only ones living in this house and that their backyard was enclosed by a tall wooden fence so no one could see in. 

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t proud of her body – she had a pretty damn good one. But there were flaws that she wish she didn’t have…unlike perfect Ryla. Entering the kitchen, Brooke sneaked a glance at Ryla who was bent over in front of the fridge, no doubt rummaging for food. Ryla’s svelte body and long legs never ceased to grab the attention of men. Add to that a beautiful face and gorgeous eyes, it wasn’t much of a wonder that Ryla frequently got asked out. 

Brooke eyed Ryla’s bottom, seeing as it was being presented to her shamelessly. “Hey Ryla, grab me some stuff to eat while you’re in there.” This gave her more time to check out Ryla’s awesome body. Her eyes kept sliding to her crotch and ass – they were perfect, better looking than her own at least. Brooke could feel her own snatch getting wet, looking at Ryla was making her so hot. But she wasn’t a lesbian! She couldn’t be! Nonetheless, no matter how much she tried to convince herself, looking at Ryla wriggle her ass around in that tiny bikini bottom was turning her on.

To shake herself out of it, Brooke turned away and went to the cupboard, to grab a cup. She heard Ryla shut the fridge and place a few things on the table. 

“I’ve got some fruit for us, okay? There’s pineapple chunks and peach slices, plus some mango I think. I also got us some cranberry juice.” 

Brooke quickly grabbed a tray and willed her body to stay calm. She turned around and grabbing another cup, placed them both on the tray and walked over to Ryla. She avoided her eyes and arranged everything onto the tray. 

“Oh, I almost forgot to mention. I don’t have a swimsuit anymore because I had to throw it out. It got moth-eaten, so I’ll be swimming in the nude.” Brooke walked towards the open sliding glass doors and into the bright sunlight. Ryla followed.

“No problem. Should I go nude too?” Brooke was secretly cheering as she heard this, but managed to stifle her urges. “N-no. It’s okay. You can stay in your bikini.”

Ryla shrugged. “Okay, whatever.” She tossed her stuff onto the deck and jumped into the pool. Brooke set the tray down on a little table and tossed her towel onto the deck too. She also shimmied out of her camisole and her shorts, revealing her stunning body to Ryla who was watching her. She felt naked and self conscious. Ryla could see every little detail about her body, down to the soft fuzz she kept neatly trimmed above her cunt. 

Ryla whistled. “Hot hot hot!!! Natural blonde eh?? I never knew! Come on and jump in, the water is F-I-N-E! Oh, and you’re not so bad yourself!” Ryla laughed. 

Brooke mock glared at her and jumped into the pool, no longer shy about her body. The cool water caressed her skin as she dove into the pool, relaxing her.

Ryla swam circles around her, then started splashing her. Brooke grabbed her around the waist and tried to toss her to the side. Her bracelet got caught on Ryla’s bikini top and it tore, revealing one breast and half of the other. Brooke moaned softly to herself, looking at those soft mounds and hard nipples. 

Ryla laughed. “Oops! Oh well, better get rid of this!” She climbed out of the pool and tore off her bikini top, holding it in one hand. After what seemed like a moment’s thought, she tore off her bikini bottoms too. “Might as well get rid of this too, doesn’t match if I don’t have the top!” 

Ryla bent over to pick up her bikini bottoms from the floor. Brooke stealthily climbed out of the pool and came up slowly behind her. Ryla stood back up. Brooke wrapped her arms around her. Ryla jumped slightly. “Brooke! What are you doing?” She laughed nervously. 

“Shhh, you’ll see. Don’t worry, you’ll like it.” Brooke had pinned Ryla’s arms against her sides. Using one hand to hold both arms down, she used her other hand to slowly fondle Ryla’s smooth mound. Only a light bit of fuzz was there and Brooke marveled at how soft it was. Ryla squealed in surprise. 

“Brooke, stop! This is weird.” Brooke ignored her and continued down to her snatch. She tightened her grip on Ryla, just in case she squirmed. She then began to tease apart Ryla’s cunt lips, testing her wetness. She dipped a finger between the pouting lips and tested for Ryla’s wetness – she was very wet, and it wasn’t from the water. 

“Brooke, stop it! This isn’t right!” Ryla began to struggle to get out of Brooke’s grasp. Brooke held on even tighter, making sure Ryla couldn’t escape. She then rubbed her clit with her thumb and slid one finger into Ryla’s hot pussy. Juices spilled over her hand. Ryla moaned softly, even while futilely trying to peel Brooke’s hands off of her body. 

“Oh, I know you like this, you dirty slut.” Brooke whispered into Ryla’s ear. “I know you want me to do this to you.” Ryla just moaned. 


Brooke rubbed her clit harder and slid another finger into her tight cunt. She slowly fucked her with her fingers, making sure that she hit Ryla’s g-spot. Ryla continued to moan, no longer trying to get away. 

Suddenly, Brooke withdrew her fingers and dragged Ryla into the kitchen. There she threw her to the floor where she lay splay-legged, tweaking her nipples and thrusting her hips off the floor, as if welcoming an invisible invader into her hot sopping pussy. 

Brooke quickly strode over to a cupboard and rummaged around in it, withdrawing a large strap-on dildo that looked to be at least 3” thick and 9” long. Brooke had no idea if Ryla could handle a cock this big, but she didn’t really care. This was no ordinary strap-on though. This was a double dildo. On the other side, there was a rubber cock intended for the pleasure of the one using the strap-on. It could vibrate and there was an elastic mechanism that allowed the whole thing to slide 2” in either direction. 

Brooke quickly strapped it on and savoured the sensation of something so big inside her tight hot cunt. She enjoyed having her pussy stuffed so full. She knew Ryla would enjoy it too.

Watching Ryla on the floor, playing with her nipples, Brooke shafted herself with the strap-on. She pulled it out as far as it could go then slammed it into her body, moaning with pleasure. Ryla had one finger stuffed into her cunt now, and she seemed to be enjoying it. 

Brooke couldn’t take it anymore, she had to fuck Ryla. She roughly pulled Ryla’s hand out of the way and knelt between her quivering legs. Ryla’s eyes widened in shock at the side of the dildo that was about to penetrate her delicate pussy. “No!!! NO BROOKE! I can’t handle something so big!!!” Her voice was husky. 

Brooke paid no heed to her and positioned the large cock in front of Ryla’s entrance. Ryla tried to clamp her legs together to prevent Brooke from entering her, but she couldn’t. Brooke reached over and lightly stroked Ryla’s clit, relaxing her a bit, then as she gave it a hard pinch, she rammed the cock into Ryla’s steaming cunt. Ryla’s cry reverberated throughout the entire house. 

Brooke began to fuck her, slowly, while playing with her clit. As Brooke pulled out of Ryla, the dildo would pull out of her own pussy slightly, then when she rammed back into Ryla, it went back into her pussy, causing her to shiver in pleasure. 

Soon Ryla’s grunts of pain became moans of pleasure. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat. Ryla’s hands worked her clit and nipples and her hips bucked, thrusting onto the cock. Watching Ryla play with herself was too much for Brooke, and despite her intentions to make this as gentle for Ryla was possible, she HAD to fuck her. 

All her inhibitions forgotten, Brooke began to ram Ryla in earnest. She fucked her with hard long strokes, pulling out until just the tip was inside Ryla then quickly driving the dildo deep into her tight dripping honeypot. Brooke could feel her own orgasm building. She fucked Ryla harder and harder, leaning over Ryla and placing a hand on either side of her head. She rammed in so hard and deeply that Ryla’s body bounced upwards. 

Brooke could feel her pussy twitching and as she rapidly slammed into Ryla’s abused cunt, she finally felt her orgasm explode within her. As she orgasmed, she thrust wildly into Ryla. This caused Ryla to orgasm as well, and both their bodies thrashed on the kitchen floor as the last of their orgasm ebbed away. They could hear their juices dripping onto the tiled floor. 

Brooke eased out of Ryla and rolled onto the floor beside her, breathing heavily. Both their faces were flushed. 

Brooke reached over and gently caressed Ryla’s hot and painfully sore cunt. “I knew you would like it, you slut!” Ryla just shot her a feeble smile and closed her eyes. Brooke mustered all her strength and crawled between Ryla’s legs, and began to lick their mixed juices off of her swollen pussy. Ryla moaned softly as she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm…



Wet



I came home and showered. I always like to shower before I "play," spending some time preparing myself makes me feel very sensuous. This is not to say the occasional impromptu fuck doesn't turn me on. . .it certainly does. I think that is part of the fun of me, a man knows I am going to spend some time on myself, getting ready for him. I don't have to worry about feeding any kids or any other distraction to take away from me preparing for my lover. I will admit to being spoiled-- I have a shower full of all the "girlie" products guys hate to see, but love for a woman to use. I have a chair in my shower, so I can relax and spend as much time (until the hot water runs out) as I want. I keep myself hair-free. . .and I also pride myself on always being soft, plus smelling good. 

That was one of our famous cold snaps, it had been raining and snowing that day. . .my friend has seen me dressed to kill with lots of make-up as well as "au natural." Since it was so cold, I skipped the heavy make-up (but my weakness is mascara and lip gloss) and wore a sweatshirt/nylon pants. Matching bra and panties. (I do wear panties when I want to feel x-tra sexy. . .some people find that hard to understand.) Then I was off.

I show up at his house to have fun. I think my friend is a bit shy, even though I have made it perfectly clear I am there for the sex. . .there is no "secret code" or "tests" he has to pass. If I am comfortable with a person, I relax. I had left my wet shoes at his front door. I took off my socks, and my friend started to massage my feet. This led to teasing me about my "short" toes. (My feet still look like those of a baby-- short, fat.) We fooled around a bit more, then I moved close to him. I try not to be overly-aggressive (I read in a men's magazine years ago men dislike women who are too aggressive.) I think he got the hint, and the touching part started.

My friend has a great sense of humor; I was asking him if he thought the matching bra/panties were sexy. . .his answer was. . . "I don't care what they look like, as long as the panties are down around your ankles!" I laughed. . .never heard anyone put it like that before! We were throwing our clothes all over his living room. . . when I did get my panties down around my ankles, he pulled them the rest of the way off with his teeth. Then, he dove (literally) into my pussy, licking me for all that it was worth.

Of course I was already wet, my panties were soaked. I kept tasting myself on my fingers, and on his tongue. . .but I tasted fine. He kept licking me, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, sliding a finger up my wet pussy.

That was driving me wild, putting me right on the edge of a stellar orgasm. . .then he got up from the couch and pulled me into his bedroom. . . 

When we got there, he was ready to lay me down on the bed and dive back into my pussy. I was being a bit difficult, I stood at the edge of the bed and kissed him. That was nice, rather sensual to feel him naked next to me, to press my breasts into his chest. As he was kissing me, he was grabbing my ass, squeezing it; he was running his hand through my hair. . .kissing me forcefully. I could taste myself on him, and smell myself on his face. He broke the kiss to tell me how much he wanted to lick me, to taste me, to have me cum on his face. . .

At that point, I went ahead an laid back down on the bed.

He works out, and prides himself on keeping his body in shape. I really enjoyed the sight of his muscular arms coming up from under my thighs, holding my pussy open. . .sights, smells, tastes. . .I need all of that for the sex to be great to me.

He told me to relax, to just lean back, go with the "flow," let him taste all I had to offer. I didn't realize I was so tense, but I was. I followed his advice, and flopped back into the pillows. I started to concentrate on the delicious feelings his tongue and fingers were giving to me. I could hear the rain outside, and if I opened my eyes, I could see it rolling down his window pane.

Once I relaxed, I felt one of my favorite feelings welling up in me. I knew it would not be too much longer until I started to cum, to offer up my wetness he was asking for, begging me to give to him. My nipples were rock hard, sticking up as I wiggled my ass in anticipation of my orgasm.

Then it happened-- as soon as I started to wiggle, I came. I felt the pleasure of the release of cum flowing out of me, as he pressed his face deeper into my pussy. He was digging his fingers into my thighs, holding me tight as he tried to drink every drop. I relaxed from that orgasm, only to be hit with a few more, in rapid-fire succession. I thought the sound of liquid hitting another liquid was me thinking about the rain outside, as I was listening to the music. Something else was going on, something I had never had happen to me before. . .

He had a small glass bowl (probably a little bit bigger than a finger bowl) and he was collecting "me" in that small bowl! I didn't realize it at first, I had no idea there was anything other than him below me! 

I sat up, to kiss him, to taste me on him (that has always turned me on, to smell and taste the sweetness of me on a man) and he offered me his tongue. I received a quick kiss, tasty like me. He pulled away, and showed me the small bowl. At that point, everything clicked in my head, I realized he had "me" in the bowl. . .I watched him take a long sip. . .he looked me right in the eyes as he drank me down!

The sweet nectar was still warm-- I pulled his hand over to me, smelling the bowl, sticking my tongue in it- - -yes, it was definitely me! I about came again when he poured some of the nectar over my left breast. It ran down my breast, and he bent over to lick it off of my nipple. He poured some more on me, licking it all off of me! As he did that, I was busy having another orgasm. . .my mind was full of wicked thoughts of what we were doing. . . He slowly pushed me back down, and re-positioned himself between my legs again. All I could think about was cumming some more, and more, and more, so he could have a bowlful of my nectar! I relaxed, feeling on fire. I felt like the slightest touch, I would cum. Nothing is ever that easy.

He went back to work on my clit, on my pussy. He was licking my clit, and he had slid one finger in my ass. He slowly slid his finger in and out of my ass, creating indescribable sensations of pleasure! I started to cum again, and this time, I paid attention to the sound of my cumming into his bowl. He was telling me again how much he loved for me to cum on him, how great it was to have a face full of wet pussy. . .

He pulled his finger out of my ass, and set his bowl down on the table next to the bed. He put himself on top me, using his fingers to play with my clit. I had closed my legs a bit when he moved from between them. I felt him using his legs to open them back up, as he was kissing me. He was rubbing all of my pussy, and I felt the wet tip of his cock pressing into the inside of my thigh. I knew he was going to shove all of his hard cock in me, it was just a matter of when.

He used the hand he was rubbing my pussy with to slide his cock into me. The first part, when the cock opens me up, is my favorite part! It is like warm butter is being poured all over me-- a luxurious feeling! I felt him sink all the way into me, to where I felt full. . .

He began his stroking. . .looking at me, smiling! To say he felt good inside of me is an understatement. . .the feeling of a hard cock inside of me is exquisite! Given my choice of positions, I would much rather be on my hands and knees, taking his cock from behind! I am sure my friend would have accommodated a request from me to do it "doggie style," but I couldn't bring myself to ask. . .it was obvious as hell he enjoyed giving it to me missionary style! He was loving holding my legs up, seeing my breasts bounce up and down with each stroke. . .

I had to close my eyes, to pay attention to what he was doing. This made me cum again, although it was a small cum. I started to play with my own clit, prompting him to give it to me a bit harder! That was just the stimulus I needed to put me over the edge into another wet orgasm.

He asked me if that was what I liked, then he started to kiss me. I figured he was close to cumming himself, but he pulled out, stroked his cock with his hand a few times, then went back down to lick my pussy!

He went right on licking me, but without his bowl. He said he wanted me to cum in his mouth, whatever I gave, he would gladly drink! I gave him a lot to swallow. And he fucked me some more. 

At some point, I got up, and began the search for my clothes, telling him I needed to go. It was extremely late, and I needed to get home and get a bit of sleep before I had to get ready for all of my daily work activities. 



Wet



Julie ran from the party as fast as her long legs would carry her. Her first college party had been a total disaster and now she was probably the laughing stock of the school. 

******

She had been sitting with some of her girlfriends from the dorm at the local coffee shop. It was supposed to be a study session, but all her friends wanted to talk about was their boyfriends or potential boyfriends. Since she didn't have either one, she was feeling left out.

Her eyes roamed the cafe as she sat there, her mind only partially on the buzz of conversation from her friends. She slapped her sandal against her heel as she flexed her toes and moved her foot up and down. It was always the same old stuff from the same people.

A group of the football players were in their usual spot in the corner. Several of them were cute and Greg most of all, but he was out of her league. He was a junior and she was a lowly freshman. Another fantasy shot all to hell.

The study group was breaking up but Julie was in no hurry to return to her room. Those four walls were driving her crazy. No social life, no sex life, just studying and classes. She needed something more. Even her girlfriends were boring. She felt like the biggest loser in a sea of losers.

She wondered what it would feel like to just turn loose and do all the things she fantasized about all the time. To do all the wrong things. All the things she had been told were wrong in any case. Being a good girl was such a pain at times. Being bad had to be a lot more fun and exciting. There was a part of her that wanted to find out.

The realization that Greg was standing next to her table and had spoken to her jolted Julie out of her fantasy. She stammered a moment and then found her voice. "I'm sorry, I was lost in thought, did you say something to me?"

Greg stared down at her, a smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I asked if you were free Friday night. There's a great party off campus and I was wondering if you might like to go."

"With you?" Julie asked in amazement.

Greg's smile turned to a grin as he answered, "Yes, with me. I'll pick you up in front of the dorm at seven, if that's alright with you."

"That'll be great," Julie replied with a blush. Memories of Greg's tight ass in his football uniform kept streaking before her eyes. Those pants were the only reason she even went to the games. Some of her best masturbation fantasies always starred him or a couple of the other players.

"Wear a dress, ok? The party's not formal but all the other girls will be wearing dresses. I want you to look nice and fit in. See you at seven." With that said, Greg turned and walked away. He paused at the door and waved.

*****

Julie sat there in total shock. Greg had asked her out. Fantasies did come true. A party on Friday night. A party that required a dress. The type of party she dreamed about going to. Her mind flashed to her closet and did a quick inventory. No dress hung there or rather, none that fit her idea of what she should wear to such a party. They were too little girlish and out of style.

A small budget limited where Julie could shop. The discount stores had a meager selection at best. She wanted something light and stylish, something that wasn't showy but something that would flatter her figure. Keeping it plain and simple until she found out what fit in with the crowd was at the top of the list.

Of the dozen dresses on the rack, three caught her eye. One red, one white, and one black. The bad, the good, and the.... Well, basic black.

The red one fit her fantasy life. She tried it on. Oh, yes, it fit like a glove, short, tight, and oh so flattering. The daring neckline showed off her boobs and the fabric clung to the point where it showed her underwear. She sighed deeply as she took it off. It was fun to daydream but this dress was just too much. It would yell slut to anyone that looked at her in it. She shivered at the thought.

Standing in front of the mirror in just her panties and bra, Julie looked at herself. Unlike a lot of her girlfriends, she liked her body. It wasn't spectacular but it was her and that's what counted. The couple of guys that had seen her naked had not complained; just the opposite, they had complimented her to no end. 

Julie hung up the red dress and held the black one up in front of her. Basic black, you can't go wrong there, they say. Sleeveless, straight line, nice neckline, it would ride a few inches above the knee. She would look good in it but she wasn't in a black mood or rather in the mood for black.

She held the white one up. It had buttons all the way up the front. It would be tight fitting from the waist up, and had a slight flare to the skirt. That would show off her boobs well and she could unbutton it to show as much or as little cleavage as she wanted. The skirt would accentuate her hips and, with heels, her legs. 

Trying it on, Julie liked it. The wider skirt would allow her more freedom to move her legs while sitting, without worry about flashing someone. It would sway when she walked or moved, which would draw an eye or two to her legs and ass. She grinned at that as she buttoned the dress up. It fit her snuggly without pulling at the buttons.

She spent a moment walking and turning in the small confines of the dressing room. Yes, the dress showed off her legs beautifully. The soft material tickled, but it was sensuous at the same time. A light brushing caress.

She buttoned it up all the way to the throat and then undid a button at a time. Four buttons was a nice look, sweet and innocent. Six buttons would be about right to tease Greg. Seven buttons after the party if he was as nice a guy as he seemed. She leaned forward and turned slightly. Yes, it gapped enough to show her breast or enough of it to give Greg the right idea.

Julie shook herself to stop the fantasy that was building in her brain and buttoned the dress up two buttons. That was the magic number of buttons for now. She turned completely around, watching herself in the mirror. Oh yes, this dress was perfect. It revealed her figure nicely but was still modest enough to wear anywhere.

She grinned at herself in the mirror as she slowly took off the dress. She wondered if Greg's fingers would tremble or his hands shake if she let him unbutton it. In a week, she might just find out.

She sighed as she took off the dress. A week was a very long time. She wondered how many times her fingers would find her horny clit in that amount of time. A real date after nearly six months was a relief. This party would be a real turning point in her social life.

She was walking on air as she went to pay for the white dress. The red dress might yell slut but this virginal white one could win the day. It could change her life. Her mind was back on the fantasy from earlier.

*****

Greg picked her up at the dorm on Friday evening. He was dressed nicely, slacks with a sports shirt and a light jacket. He even got out and opened the door for her. She noticed his eyes on her legs and the gap where the dress had five buttons undone. She could see the approval and appreciation in his face. 

"You look great. I love the dress," Greg said as he offered his hand to help her into the car.

She smiled at him and replied, "Thank you." 

She was tempted to flash more of her legs than necessary as she got in but she held back. She wanted to make a good impression but not to give him the wrong idea. Not yet, anyway. The evening was young and stretched out before her mind's eye like a dream come true.

She smiled warmly as she watched Greg walk around to his side of the car. He was pushing all the right buttons, she thought as she replayed his compliments on her looks and the dress. He might be a good-looking jock but he was also a nice guy and she was feeling good about going out with him.

Sitting here in his awesome car, she felt special. She knew that she had a crush on Greg, but what girl wouldn't? She was the one with him tonight, and she hoped to make the most of it. Her mind flashed a quick image of what it would be like to be naked with him. She shook her head and took a deep breath. This was no time for her to get off into one of her horny fantasies.

Greg was quiet as he drove and this was all right with Julie. She didn't want to talk just yet. This was too new and exciting. She didn't want to screw it up by blathering on and on about nothing and she knew she would if she tried to start the conversation.

They rode in silence. Greg would glance over at her from time to time and smile. She would smile back. She was becoming more relaxed by the minute. The quiet music on the CD player and the deep throbbing note of the car's powerful engine mixed together to fold her mind into a soft cocoon. 

The vibrations in the seat made her shift her position. It was like sitting in a vibrating chair, only this one varied with the pulse of the engine. Her ass and thighs tingled. There was a growing tingle in her sex also. She shifted her position again and relaxed even more, letting the tingling feelings have their way.

She was now facing almost toward Greg as he said, "Uh, can I ask you a personal question? One that's probably none of my business."

"Sure, you can ask me anything." 

"This is a pretty 'in' group that's throwing this party. Some pretty sophisticated people. I wouldn't want you to get off on the wrong foot with them, if you know what I mean."

"Is there a problem? Am I dressed wrong or something?" Julie asked with a note of panic creeping into her voice.

"No, no, I love the dress and you look damn good in it. I was just wondering what you had on under it?"

Julie was taken aback by the question. It seemed odd and out of place. She wasn't sure where this was leading, and part of her didn't want to think about it. She pushed the nagging little voice to the back of her mind. Greg had been every bit of the gentleman, up until now. Was she taking this the wrong way?

Nervously she replied, "I'm wearing a bra and panties." 

He chuckled and shook his head. "Man, that's so old fashioned and right out of the Stone Age and the Bible Belt. None of the girls at this party would even think about wearing anything under their dresses. They're too hip for something like that. It's the twenty-first century, not the Victorian Age."

The little voice was back and almost yelling. Sensing where this was going, Julie's first urge was to tell Greg to take her home but then there was the need to fit in. Also, she thought of herself as a good girl and good girls didn't do such things. Did they? Another part of her asked. 

She had been here for two months and hadn't even met anyone that would or could be a possible date until last Monday. Greg was cute and popular; he had a beautiful car. These were all in his favor but that question... was... well... 

Her upbringing fought with her desire to be part of the crowd, to have friends, especially a boyfriend. She bit her lower lip and stared out the windshield as the battle raged in her mind. Could she go to this party without anything on under her dress? No one else might know but she would and Greg would.

When she hadn't said anything in several blocks, Greg pulled over and stopped. He turned slightly in the seat and looked at Julie intently. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I was just giving you a little friendly advice. These are nice people but they are a trendy group and I'm afraid that the other girls might see this as a weak point and give you the cold shoulder treatment."

Julie stared straight ahead. Her heart was beating fast and she realized she was breathing in little short, panting breaths. What should she do? What did she want to do? Those questions had her frozen.

After a long moment, Greg sighed and said, "Ok, I'll take you back to the dorm. I thought I had found a new member for the group and that you might like to be part of it, but it's obvious that you won't or can't fit in."

Julie squirmed in her seat from his words. She was near panic as he made a u-turn and headed back the way they had come. Her first date was going to be over before it even began. She was a good girl but always fantasized about being bad. Now was her chance, if she had the guts to take it. Could she do it?

The war in her head came to a screeching halt as Julie heard herself say, "Ok, I'll take them off." The voice didn't sound like hers. There was a note of defiance in it that she never heard herself use before. She also couldn't believe that she was actually going to do something like this.

Greg pulled over again and smiled at her. "I'm glad you changed your mind. I really want you to fit in," he whispered softly.

Julie took a deep breath and continued to stare straight ahead, a look of uncertainty, almost dread on her face. Her hands toyed with the hem of her skirt. The war over her being a bad girl or a good one was back on in her mind, even if her mouth had conceded the battle.

Her hands moved the hem up along her thighs a little ways as one part of her said Greg was cool with it, and wouldn't think badly of her. Her hands moved down as she once again heard her Mom telling her that good girls always wore underwear in public. 

She shifted in the seat and made a frustrated, almost whining noise. She was going to screw this up if she didn't go through with it, but it went against everything she had been taught. What a choice.

She glanced over at Greg. He was sitting there looking out the windshield. He looked over at her and smiled a shy, almost embarrassed smile. She quickly looked back forward.

Greg or underwear? That's what it boiled down to in the end. Good girl, bad girl could be left to what she did later in the evening. Put like that, it was a no-brainer. 

Quickly, she moved forward on the seat as her hands went under the dress and moved slowly up along the outside of her thighs. She glanced down to see her thumbs hook the thin white material of her panties at each hip. There was a narrow strip of her hip and ass showing brightly in the dim light. She had wanted to flash Greg earlier and now she was showing him more than she originally intended. 

She rocked from side to side as she slipped the panties off. She could feel them sliding down across her ass and then along the back of her thighs. Greg was getting an even better look at her as she moved. She shivered as the crotch of the panties pulled away from her sex. She hadn't realized that she was wet.

Quickly she worked the panties on down her legs and hurriedly folded them up after she had them off. She could feel the dampness of the cloth and blushed. She had masturbated several times that day just to make sure the edge was off, so to speak. So why was she so wet?

The date with Greg was one reason. His compliments and attention for another. The thought of walking around at a party naked under this thin dress was the main one. Little fantasies of the wind blowing her dress up ran like lightening across her brain.

She shook herself to clear her head and smoothed her skirt. She glanced quickly over at Greg and smiled shyly. She wondered what he thought of her. His eyes were on the panties in her hands and he was smiling. Was that good or bad?

Julie laid the panties on the floor of the car. That was the easy part; the bra was another matter. She would have to take the top of the dress all the way down to get her bra off. How should she do it? Her fantasy self would just undo the buttons and take off the bra while Greg sat there drooling over her boobs. 

With a little sigh, Julie reached up and slowly unbuttoned the dress. She watched Greg's reflection in the windshield. His eyes were following her hands. When she had enough buttons undone, she moved her right hand up to the left collar of the dress. Greg grinned and she chickened out.

She turned her back to him and slipped the top of the dress down. She could feel his eyes on her back as she reached behind and unhooked the bra. Slowly, she slipped the straps down off her shoulders and then removed the cups from her breasts. The cool air made her shiver or was it just the cool air? 

As she slipped the dress back on, she paused and glanced at the windshield and side window. She had seen his reflection earlier. Could he see her now? She felt her pussy contract at the thought and then hurriedly finished getting in the dress. Her fingers seemed to be all thumbs.

The dress felt different as she buttoned it back up. It clung to her body more, or so it seemed. The cloth felt cool against her breasts and she could feel her hard nipples rub against it as she breathed. When she was once again presentable, she turned back to him. She folded the bra, retrieved the panties, and placed them in her purse.

"That's much better. Now that dress fits right. You'll be the hit of the party, believe me." He grinned as he turned the car around with a squeal of the tires.

Julie grabbed onto the door and the seat, as the car made the sharp hard turn and then she was laughing as it accelerated quickly down the street, the tires making squealing sounds as he shifted gears. The powerful car pressing her back into her seat. Exhilaration flowed through her as the trees alongside the street flashed by.

She was going to the party with Greg. She was naked under her dress and she was hornier than hell. This was the way life was supposed to be, not some little cube of a room with too much time to think and too many things to study. 

Greg slowed and Julie squirmed in the seat again but this time it was from excitement, mixed with a little apprehension and fear. She had never been anywhere in public without a bra and panties before. She could feel her hard nipples tingle under the thin material of the dress. She knew that they were making little tents in the cloth.

She glanced over at Greg with a grin still on her face. He grinned back at her and winked. "This is going to be a great night," he said, with enthusiasm. 

"I... I hope you don't think any less of me for what I just did."

She had never undressed in front of a new boyfriend before and never in a public place. She couldn't believe that she had actually gone through with it. Then she realized that she hadn't even looked outside to see if anyone was there. What if there had been people looking at her? Seeing her take her bra off?

Greg did a little double take. "Why would I do that? You're a very beautiful woman and I'm the one that started it. I'm the one who brought up the question of underwear in the first place."

"I've never done anything like that before. You know, take off stuff in public. I just want you to understand that."

"I do understand, believe me. I don't make a habit of asking girls to do something like that. This is special and you're special, you're a real winner. A girl like you doesn't come along every day."

Julie smiled and felt herself blush as she shifted in her seat. It even felt different without her panties on. The dress molded itself to her ass where the soft seat foam pressed it in between her cheeks. It made her tingle.

Even with Greg's reassurance, in the five or six blocks to the party, her emotions and thoughts ran the gambit from sexy and excited, to embarrassed, to... The word slut ran through her mind but she clamped down on it. That was only in fantasies.

*****

Greg turned into a driveway and pulled his car off to one side to park in a long gravel strip with more than a dozen other cars. The street out in front of the old two-story house was lined with cars. 'It must be some party,' Julie thought, as Greg came around to open her door.

As she got out of the car, she was careful of how she moved. Greg knew she didn't have panties on but she didn't want to flash him or anyone else. A draft of air up her skirt was a reminder of her excitement. Its cool caress on her dampness made her shiver and once again wonder just how good of a girl she really was.




Wet



To get her mind off it, she looked the old house over. Old it might be, but it was well maintained and the lawns manicured. At first, she wondered if the place was a fraternity or sorority house but there were no signs or symbols. It was across town from the college and fraternity row. She assumed it was a private home.

Inside, the house was beautifully furnished and the large rooms were ornate. It reminded Julie of pictures she had seen in magazines, the ones from houses owned by old money. Everything looked expensive and was placed just so. Some decorator had made a small fortune off this place.

Most of the three dozen couples at the party were scattered throughout the living room, dinning room, and the kitchen. There was music from a stereo playing everywhere. Greg took her hand and they made the rounds. Everyone was dressed nice and Greg had been right about all the girls wearing dresses. He was also right about them not wearing anything under their dresses.

Several of the girls were showing more skin than Julie thought was possible or necessary. There was even one girl in a red dress very much like the one she had tried on at the store. With a grin, Julie decided she might just have to go back and buy it. That dress would blow Greg's mind.

Almost all of the guys were football players or from the baseball team. All the girls were gorgeous. Julie was a little overwhelmed and felt slightly out of place with all these beautiful people. She felt like the ugly duckling at a swan convention.

As they made their way through the kitchen, Greg snagged himself a beer and her, a coke. They moved back to the dinning room and then wandered towards the living room. 

"Well, what do you think so far?" he asked, as they stood in the doorway to the living room.

Julie was looking around as she sipped on the soda. Couples sat around or stood around in small groups. She noticed a lot of them would turn and look at her from time to time. Most would smile or grin. She took that as a good sign.

"Everyone is so nice and they all look so great," Julie replied softly.

"You look great too, so don't let it get to you. You're one of the prettiest girls here. I've noticed the other guys checking you out and a few of the girls too," he reassured her with a grin.

Julie had noticed it too. It sent shivers up and down her spine to be standing here naked under her dress and the looks she got just made her more excited. Most were looks of appreciation but a few had been down right lustful. Those had made her nervous but at the same time, made her pussy tighten up. 

Her level of horniness was way up the scale and Greg didn't know how much trouble he would be in by the time she left this party. From the way her clit was all tingly and pulsing, it wouldn't take much to make her come. She could feel the wetness of her sex when she shifted her hips.

A group of five girls caught her eye. They stood alone by the fireplace. They were as beautiful as any of the others here, more so in one case. Everywhere she had been, so far it had been couples which made them seem odd and out of place. They were also watching her and several other girls very closely. The girls they were watching were freshmen like herself. 

Julie and Greg were talking to a small group near the center of the room when Julie again noticed the five girls by the fireplace. They held an animated conversation for a moment and then split up, all except one who remained by the fireplace. She saw Julie looking her way and grinned. When Julie smiled and waved the girl turned away sharply.

A little while later, people started to fill the room and Julie and four other girls found themselves in the center of everyone, surrounded completely, their dates at their back. Julie's little voice was back screaming at her but she didn't want to listen. 

Her eyes darted around the room taking in the grinning faces before her. She had a strange, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as the circle of people all faced the center of the room and the five freshmen.

Julie felt like running but there was nowhere to go. Her mouth was dry and she licked her lips. Was this some kind of initiation or welcoming ceremony? She looked around at the other four freshmen. They all looked as nervous as she did. She turned and looked at Greg. 

He grinned and nodded. "Everything will be fine. You're a winner, remember?"

Julie tried to calm her nerves. She didn't like the idea of being the center of attention. Her palms felt sweaty and she had to force herself not to wipe them on her dress. Her mouth felt even drier and licking her lips didn't help any at all. 

The crowd parted and the beautiful brunette from the fireplace made her way through the ring of people. The four other girls were right behind her. They all wore smug smiles and Julie could see the laughter in their eyes. She felt like running again but Greg put his hands on her shoulders and she remained still.

"Ok, settle down everyone, it's time to see who the winner is this year," the brunette said loudly, the smirk on her face changing to a broad smile.

The girl paused and looked around. She looked familiar but Julie couldn't place where she had seen her before. Julie couldn't remember being introduced to her. Then she remembered. Her name was Barbara and she was one of the school cheerleaders. The head cheerleader if memory served.

She was shorter than Julie by several inches. A little Barbie doll. Her light blue dress almost matched her eyes. She should have been blonde her eyes were so blue. Her dress was short at the hem and low cut at the top. The body it revealed was trim, tight, and athletic. Julie marveled at the amount of cleavage showing and briefly wondered what kept them in.

Barbara looked up and down the line of freshmen, her smile becoming hard and thin. Julie swallowed tightly under her stare. The girl might be short but she had a commanding presence. Julie knew she hated her, if for no other reason than she made her feel inferior.

"Show of hands only. Bra!" Barbara barked out sharply.

Greg raised his hand. The one that had been on her right shoulder. All the other girl's dates did the same, except one. Julie looked around in disbelief. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening, her little voice screamed. It was too late to listen now, she realized, the sinking feeling back in the pit of her stomach.

Barbara shook her head and motioned to the couple. "You're out." She commanded, "This is going to cost you big time. I'll figure out a fitting punishment for you later."

Looking up and down the line, Barbara said with a note of glee in her voice. "One down, four to go." 

"Ok, who wasn't wearing one from the start?" She asked the four remaining guys.

Two guys sheepishly raised their hands. 

Barbara looked at them sharply, a look of superiority on her face. "You get points for picking well but that's all. Your punishment won't be as severe."

"We're down to our two finalists. Drum roll please," she said, teasingly.

"Panties?" she asked sharply, and then clapped and yelled, as Julie's date raised his hand. 

"We have a winner and new champion, my boyfriend Greg!" she yelled, raising her arms in triumph. 

Barbara literally elbowed Julie out of the way, as she went to Greg. She jumped into his arms and kissed the hell out of him, her legs were around his waist and her arms around his neck. Greg danced around with her in his arms. 

Julie stood there frozen, her mouth hung open and her eyes wide. Her mind was in limbo, lost in the realization of what was going on. Not wanting to believe that this was happening, she was rooted to the spot.

She didn't even notice as Greg reached into her purse and removed her things to hold up a bra in one hand and a pair of French cut bikini underwear in the other. 

Barbara's laughter, the loud jeers, and louder laughter of the crowd broke the spell, and Julie fled out the front door.

*****

Somewhere she had lost her heels and now she walked through the small deserted downtown area barefoot. She shivered as a cool gust of wind swept over her sweaty skin. Her breathing had almost returned to normal now that she had walked a block. Julie sniffled; she had cried herself out.

Her bag hung by the strap from her elbow, her arms crossed below her breasts. She felt so lost and alone. She had been set up and had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. She had been so stupid and naive, the perfect patsy.

How could Greg do this to her, how could any of these guys do such a thing? She had heard about such things as 'pig' parties and ugliest girl contests, but had never been involved with anything so crass and embarrassing. Greg had, that was obvious, and he was very good at it. 

She wondered how many other girls Greg had conned out of their underwear and embarrassed. His girlfriend wasn't any better. She had probably planned the whole thing. Her and her little groupies. 

They had embarrassed her but it was their loss. She made a much better friend than an enemy. One day they would find that out the hard way. A rumble of thunder sounded from somewhere over toward the college but she paid little attention, her thoughts turned hard inward.

The first large, cold raindrop splashing against her chest and running down between her breasts was a sudden and complete shock. It froze her in mid stride. She looked up and another lone drop hit her square in the forehead. There were dark clouds rolling overhead, low enough to be seen in the dim light of the streetlamps. 

She looked up and down the empty street, looking for shelter. An awning, a storefront, anything. There was nothing in this block and nothing obvious in the next. She started to run as the bottom literally fell out, a hard, cold, pouring rain.

She almost ran past the deep entrance to the storefront and nearly slipped on the slick marble that floored it. Water was running off her dress and body, making a puddle around her feet. In the dim light from inside the store, she could see her reflection in the display window. She could see that her dress was nearly transparent where it touched her body, which was nearly everywhere. The dress clung to her every curve. 

She shivered from the cold but there was a strange heat growing in her loins as she studied her own reflection in the plate glass window. The dark circles under her hard nipples were visible. Her nipples were showing clearly through the wet cloth, as were the curves and slopes of her breasts. She had never thought of herself as sexy but even with her wet hair plastered to her skull, she was. Outrageously so. 

The bodice of the dress was plastered to her lower ribs, belly, and the top of her mound. The small dark patch of hair there was a shadowy arrow pointing directly at her sex, which was a dark mystery concealed by a bubble of material in the skirt. 

With a detached feeling, Julie's eyes followed her hands as they moved slowly up to cup and then caress her breasts. Her hands were warm but the reflection in front of her was cold. The cold pouring rain was a curtain behind her. It hissed as it hit the street and sidewalk. It seemed so surreal for her hands to be touching the breasts in the glass.

The warmth of her hand was in direct contrast to the cold glass image. As she watched her own hands, the sound of the rain faded. The cold of the dress disappeared. The icy trickle of a water drop coursing along her spine took on an unreal feeling. Her eyes and senses were only for the hands. The ones she felt and the ones she saw. 

One hand moved to her belly and then it slowly moved downward to cup her mound. Who was this person in the mirror that caressed herself? Julie watched the cloth of the wet dress as it was pushed in until its coldness touched the warm outer lips of her sex. A shiver ran up and down her body as her sex contracted tightly. Such a sexual creature, she thought suddenly. 

A splashing thump and soft curse caused her to jerk her hands away and to turn suddenly. A dark headed young man was laying on the marble at the entrance to the storefront. The first thing her eyes took in was his chest and shoulders, outlined in the wet white tee shirt he wore. It was as transparent as her dress. His lean muscular body was highlighted by the clinging cloth. She felt a surge of heat between her thighs and blushed vividly.

He cursed softly again and sat up. 

"Are you alright?" Julie asked with concern in her voice.

His head snapped around toward her and his dark eyes ran up and down her body for a second before he nodded slowly. Julie suddenly felt naked and very vulnerable. Her first instinct was to turn her back to him but his eyes were now locked with hers and she couldn't move. 

"You are so beautiful," she heard him whisper softly. "Like a wet princess from a dream." Julie had no reply to that, but her body did as she blushed hotly.

The young man smiled knowingly and dropped his eyes as he got to his feet. Gingerly, he made his way closer to Julie. "This marble is slick," he muttered softly to himself.

Julie nodded and moved farther back into the alcove to make room for him, or to put more distance between them. Probably both she realized, as his eyes once again roamed freely and hungrily over her wet dress and body. The thought that she should try to cover herself darted through her mind but her arms and hands wouldn't move. Something inside her wanted him to see her, to tease him. She shied away from thoughts along that line, a heavy shiver running through her body, along with another surge of heat between her thighs.

His body gave a sudden shake and he turned his back to her and looked out into the pouring rain. "It looks like we're going to be here awhile," he said in a soft voice. "I love the rain but this is ridiculous, I can't even see across the street."

Julie was looking out into the rain also, but not at the rain. She was looking for traffic on the street and didn't see any. In fact, she didn't remember seeing any before the rain started. A shiver of anxiety ran up and down her body as she realized she was completely alone with this total stranger. He could be anything from a murderer to a rapist, or he could be a totally sweet, harmless guy. 

The way her luck had been going lately, it was probably the former. Shivering again, she moved back farther into the alcove and leaned on the glass door, feeling its coldness through her wet dress. She studied the stranger's back for a moment and then the area on either side of him. 

Should she try to make a dash for it? Could she make it past him? Would he take that as fear and chase her? Would he then know how scared she felt? So many questions and so few answers. Greg had appeared to be a nice guy and hadn't been. Was this guy the same way or just the opposite?

He turned back toward her and stood there watching her closely. He seemed to be thinking about something deeply, a frown of concentration on his brow. He shook his head and took a step toward her. "I've got two papers due on Wednesday and I didn't need this shit. It's bad enough that I have to work on them all weekend but now I'll be stuck here for who only knows how long. Trying to go to school and working two jobs to make ends meet is getting to be a real drag," he said, an edge of anger creeping into his voice.

Julie heard herself whisper in a tiny, scared voice, "I'm sorry." 

The young man looked at her sharply for a second and then he laughed as he said, "It's not your fault that I come from poor white trash." He paused again and then added, "Come to think of it, it ain't my fault either. A person can't pick their parents." His eyes went back to wandering over her body and he took another step toward her.

Julie was cornered against the door and the plate glass display window. She could only raise her arms and cross them over her breasts. She was surprised at how warm they felt under the wet cloth. Her mind searched frantically for something to say that might protect her. Something that might get his mind off of her and his problems.

Suddenly, the young man stepped forward and grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head and her back tighter against the glass. The strap on her purse slid down to rest on her shoulder. He held her there as his eyes roamed over her breasts and then moved up to look directly into her eyes. 

"Where have you been dressed like that?" he asked, sharply. "Does it make you feel all hot and horny to run around in that thin little dress with nothing on under it?" His eyes returned to her breasts. "What were you doing, teasing all the men?"

Julie stammered trying to overcome her fear enough to explain to him what had happened to her. 

"Maybe you're nothing but a dirty little slut out for a fast and furious fuck and suck," he whispered harshly as he bent forward and kissed her roughly on the lips.

Julie made a sound of protest against his mouth and tried to turn her head, only to have him push upward on her arms until her toes were just barely on the ground. Her arms against the side of her head kept her from turning it. As he pressed his body against hers, she found herself helplessly hanging from her wrists and sandwiched between him and the glass of the door. 

The kiss was urgent, wanton, and very powerful. A kiss like none she had ever encountered. This was no schoolboy giving a girl a kiss. This was a man taking what he wanted, demanding it. 

His body was hot where it was pressed against hers, hotter than even her breasts had been earlier. There was an even hotter point where his manhood was pressed against her hip. His thigh slipped between her legs and pressed against her sex. Suddenly, she was very aware of her own heat and a moan escaped her throat. 

He broke the kiss and searched her face. Julie was surprised to find her breathing was harsh and ragged. "So you like it rough, do you?" he whispered, a hard look crossing his face. 

Julie quickly shook her head and struggled to get loose. He pressed himself tighter to her and gave a harsh sounding chuckle deep in his chest before he whispered, "Oh yes, you do." Julie shook her head again and tried to struggle but he was just too strong. Fear was clouding her brain and freezing her body.

He shifted his position slightly and then held her wrists with one hand, while he undid the snaps holding the strap on her purse. Her purse fell to the ground. He pressed forward, mashing her body even tighter to the glass. His head was beside hers and she couldn't look up to see what he was doing. Then she felt the strap wrap around her right wrist and then a moment later it wrapped around her left. She struggled but again he was just too strong.

Unexpectedly, he stepped back, releasing her. Julie felt her toes touch the marble but then her arms were pulled tight as she started to flee. Her feet slipped and all her weight went to her arms, the straps, and snaps biting into her wrists.

Julie's head jerked up to see the strap over a bracket above the door and snapped around each of her wrists. Getting her toes back under her, she pulled and jerked at the strap. "No!" she heard herself yell.

"That'll hold you," he said quietly, as his hands came up and lightly brushed over the front of her dress. 

Julie tried to move back but couldn't move far. Then she tried to kick him. When she did, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them gently at first as he once again pressed his body against hers and then he squeezed harder. "Hold still," he told her, as he applied even more pressure. 

Julie gasped from the force with which he squeezed her breasts as a bolt of pain pleasure coursed down her body to pool between her thighs. Her body gave a shivering shake and he released her breasts. Her breasts tingled and throbbed. Confusion reigned as Julie's mind tried to sort out the fears and the feelings.




Wet



Julie took a deep breath to scream as the fear won out but he anticipated her and clamped his hand over her mouth. With a wicked grin, he pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket, held one corner between his teeth, and twirled it into a roll. With a quick movement, he released her mouth and then as she opened it to yell, he pulled the thick part of the roll across her mouth and tied it behind her head. The yell came out as a harsh, squeaking rasp.

"You're going to have to learn to behave," he whispered in her ear and then he licked her neck and kissed it just below her jaw. "Mmmm, you taste good, all clean and fresh. Almost too fresh and clean to be the little slut that you look like you are. Are you a little slut?" he asked her, sharply. Julie shook her head desperately, as much as her arms would let her. 

"Then just what are you?"

Julie froze at the question. It was a damned good question. One that had nagged her ever since she had taken off her panties and bra. One that was even more confused by the reflection she had seen in the plate glass window. What was the true answer, she wondered?

She wanted to say she was a good girl because it was true; but was it? She had been tricked yes, but then again... If she had been a good girl and kept her underwear on, she wouldn't be where she was right now. The ending at the party wouldn't have been such a shock. She wouldn't have fled.

Weakly she tried to explain what had happened to her. All that reached her ears was muffled mumbling. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Even if I did let you talk, why should I believe you? You'd just lie to me like everyone else has. My mother lied, my father lied, my girlfriend lied, everyone lied. All I can believe is what I see and what I see here is a slut out to cause problems and wreck other people's lives just for her own pure pleasure. Maybe I should just take my pleasure on you. Maybe I should just fuck you silly and then leave you hanging here for whoever comes along next," he ranted with ever-increasing anger.

Julie shook her head sharply again, terror in her eyes. That this guy was crazy was becoming very obvious. Her mind was filled with thoughts of rape by this man and possible others as she hung on this door completely helpless. It terrified her but in a strange way it fascinated and excited her. Her mind shied away from that and she tried to yell but nothing but muffled, incoherent sounds came out.

Suddenly, he seemed to sag in on himself and then he leaned back against the wall. He sighed deeply and shook his head. "No, I couldn't do that, even to you. I'm just not the type. I try to be a good guy but people just won't let me," he said softly. With another deep sigh, he pushed off from the wall and stepped away from her. He stood with his back to her, looking out into the rain and dark.

Julie used her tongue, head, and arms to work the gag out of her mouth. Her first instinct was to scream but she clamped down on it. The thought that this guy was as much a victim of circumstances as her floated across her mind. Greg had been an asshole, a game player. Someone out for what he could get, with no thought of how he hurt other people. He didn't care.

Somehow, she understood that this guy was different. He had been used and abused himself, so he wasn't a user. He had problems obviously, but under different circumstances, none of this would have happened. If they had met in a normal way, he would be a nice guy and probably shy to boot. Maybe he'd listen to reason. It was worth a try.

Softly she said, "I'm not a virgin but I'm not a slut either. I was invited to a party and had a trick played on me is why I was naked under this dress. People lied to me too and it's not my fault that it rained." It wasn't the most well thought out thing to say, but it was the best that she could do under the circumstances. 

The young man whirled around and ran to her, his hand clamping down over her mouth. He looked into her eyes and she could see the wheels turning as he thought over what she had said. "Why didn't you yell?" he asked in a jagged, raspy whisper.

When he lifted his hand slightly, Julie asked in return, "Who would have heard me, and what good would it have done?" Her lips brushed lightly over the palm of his hand as she spoke. She had the sudden urge to lick his palm, but she quickly repressed it.

"If I take my hand away will you yell?" he asked quietly.

"Only if a cop walks by," she said truthfully.

He grinned and removed his hand. "Not in this town, in the rain. Every cop in town is at the station or at the donut shop."

When he smiled, he was a good-looking guy, Julie thought to herself. Then his hand came to rest on her left breast. "Please don't," she pleaded as the memory of his rough squeeze returned.

His hand roamed lightly over the damp cloth over her left breast for a moment longer and then he paused to undo several buttons on the dress. "I'll do as I damn well please," he whispered softly, as his hand slipped inside to caress her left breast gently. 

Julie felt her nipple harden and she squirmed to get away. He smiled as he removed his hand and unbuttoned several more buttons. The dress was now unbuttoned down to her waist. He slipped a hand into each side of the opening at her waist and then slowly moved his hands upward and outward baring her breasts to his staring eyes.

His hands glided along her flesh and then cupped her breasts gently. He grinned at her and leaned over to flick first one hard nipple and then the other. Julie felt her body jerk at the shock of his hot tongue on her cold nipples. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning. When he sucked one of them into his mouth and fluttered his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nipple, she did moan softly. He sucked it hard for a second and then pulled his head back quickly, causing the nipple to stretch out and then pop out from between his lips. 

"You like that, huh?" he asked in a whisper, his hands coming up to caress and tease her breasts and nipples.

"Your mouth is so hot," Julie heard herself whispering in reply as though from a distance. Her mind seemed almost disconnected, as there was a surge of heat down from her breasts to pool in her sex. 

She squeezed her thighs together tightly and moaned loudly as he used his forefingers and thumbs to pinch and roll her nipples. The light rolling pinch sent wave after wave of pleasure down her stomach to her clit. Her nipples had always been sensitive but never anything like this. His fingers seemed to be connected directly to her clit by way of her nipples. She could feel her clit throb and expand up out of its protective hood.

He continued to roll the left nipple firmly as he leaned over and sucked on the right. Julie stiffened, squeezed her thighs together, and then started to shake all over as an overwhelming orgasm rolled throughout her slender body. 

Giving out with a loud, incoherent yell, her feet came off the ground as she tried to curl up. Shivering and shaking, she hung suspended by the purse strap. The snaps cut into her wrists but the pain seemed to just add to the strength of her orgasm. 

His fingers and lips on her nipples and the throbbing pleasure of her clit trapped between her lower lips were the only points of contact with the whole world. Pinwheels of fireworks ran up and down her nervous system.

*****

Julie came to her senses slowly to find herself sitting in a man's lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Her head was on his shoulder and he was rocking her like a small child. She felt safe and warm, which was odd because she remembered being scared and cold. Then, the memory of the orgasm, and what had caused it floated across the stage of her mind and she tensed up for a second.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a soft whisper.

She thought the question over for a long moment and then nodded. "I think I am," she whispered back.

"Good because I think the rain has stopped or at least slowed to the point we can leave," he said giving her a squeeze. 

"Where are we going?" she asked with confusion in her voice.

"We can't stay here and my apartment is around the corner a couple of blocks, over the barbershop. It's a hell of a lot more private than here. Anyway, we need to talk and I need to tend to your wrists where you cut them," he said softly.

Julie's mind asked 'why would I want to go anywhere with a man who had molested me?' From deep inside a soft whisper replied: 'because you enjoyed the hell out of it for one thing, and you came your brains out without him even touching your pussy for another.'

"I don't want to go with you," Julie heard herself say, and then she wondered if it was true.

"Ok, then let me take you to the college dispensary. Those cuts need to be tended to," he said, still rocking her gently.

"And if I tell them what you did?" she asked in a whisper.

He chuckled deep in his chest and replied, "What, that I found you hanging in a doorway, passed out? I'm the Good Samaritan and you're confused. There's no evidence that I attacked you, just your word against mine. Yeah, it would cause problems for a short time but then I would have to stalk you and take my revenge."

Julie felt herself shiver as the breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement. A mixture of the two most likely. The memory of her earlier orgasm was hot in her mind and body. The next thing she knew, she was being kissed in that hungry wanton way he had kissed her earlier. Her response startled her, as she kissed him back passionately, moaning and whimpering into his hot, sweet mouth.

By the time the kiss ended, Julie was totally out of control. She wanted this young man like she had never wanted anyone or anything in her life, and she wanted him now. On the cold wet marble or up against the glass, she didn't care which. Both would be even better.

She suddenly rolled sideways, pulling him over on top of her. The cold marble made her shiver. He followed until she was flat on her back and he was on top of her. The heat of his body on her front was such a contrast to the cold on her back. The bad girl from her fantasies was in control, and Julie was in no mood to stop her.

He started to kiss her again, the hunger of his kiss even more intense. She moaned loudly and lifted her legs, spreading them, settling him deeper between her thighs. She felt him press tighter to her mound and sex. Her hips flexed and she rubbed herself against the coarse material of his jeans. 

He suddenly broke the kiss and pushed up, looking down at her as a series of expressions chased across his face. The first had been a question and the last had been lust as understanding grew. He came up onto his knees as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down.

Julie's eyes dropped to his hard member jutting out from a tangle of soft, curly hair at his crotch. Her hands moved down to pull the hem of her dress up, to reveal her widespread naked thighs and sex to him. She couldn't believe how excited she was at that very moment.

That's all it took. Like pulling a trigger, he was back on top of her, and with one long, hard thrust, he filled her. Julie yelled loudly and lifted her hips to meet him. 

Their moans and yells of passion echoed throughout the small alcove as their coupling spiraled upward and outward to fill the universe. Somewhere just before a titanic peak in their wave, Julie found herself on top, a position she had never been in before. Not knowing what to do wasn't a problem, she rocked her hips back and forth and from side to side as he thrust upward into her depths. He was hitting places that her limited experience had never felt before.

Just as she plunged over the edge of the abyss, he sat up and pulled her tightly to him as he sucked a nipple into his hot mouth. Her fall became a skyrocket, her hips rocking and rubbing against his at a furious rate. Then he was bathing her insides with a liquid heat that pushed her even higher, her own orgasm completely out of control now.

Julie came back down from the heights and up from the depths of total satisfaction to find she was still sitting astraddle the man's hips, with him still deep inside her. Her hips were rocking back and forth in a slow lazy rhythm of their own. Her arms were wrapped around him and his around her. Everything was as it should be and she was at total peace with the world. Time seemed to pass slowly. 

*****

After a while, Julie sighed deeply and then slowly stood up. She marveled as she felt his still hard manhood slowly slip out of her tight clenching sex. She smiled as the thought that her little pussy didn't want to let go of that hard bone crossed her mind. Taking a step back, she looked down at the man and continued to smile as she buttoned up the bodice of her dress.

The good girl and the bad girl were now merged into one, the whole much stronger than either part. Julie was a different person entirely from the girl that had left the dorm hours earlier. The girl was gone, and a complete woman stood in her place.

The man sat there looking up at her, several times licking his lips as though he were going to say something. When he didn't, Julie slowly turned and walked away.

She had gone about twenty feet when she heard him say, "Hey, wait, I don't know your name."

She didn't even slow down, she just smiled and walked on, a new sway to her hips, a new feeling of power in her mind. 'There can't be that many barbershops in this area,' she thought to herself. 'I know where you live and I'll be back when I want some more. There'll be more, wet, rainy days in the future.' 

Grinning, she felt the soreness and sting of the cuts on her wrists. There'd be more of that in the future also. She wondered what it would be like to have him tied up. She'd find out. He hadn't realized it yet but her purse was still lying where he had dropped it earlier. 

He was a smart guy; he'd figure it out.



Wet



Melody sighed as she unlocked the door of her apartment. Thank God it's the weekend she thought to herself. In her hands she juggled her briefcase, a shopping bag of groceries and a bottle of wine.

It had been six months since her relationship had ended. She marveled at how far she had come in establishing her independence. She now had her own place, her own things and her much-needed freedom. Life as she knew it was good. 

Melody kicked the door shut and placed her briefcase on the floor, she sang her favourite line from her favourite Jann Arden song: I am not lonely, swear to God, I'm just alone

Maddy, her cat, greeted her by rubbing her ankles and purring. She walked into the kitchen and set her bags down on the counter.

"Your water dish is empty Maddy. Let Mommy get you a drink." Melody reached down for the water dish and noticed a large puddle of water on the floor. "What in bloody hell is THAT?"

Opening the cupboard under the sink, she realized there was a leak. "Crap." she thought, "What the hell will I do with that?" Reaching for the phone, she dialed the land-lady. 

Mrs. LeBlanc answered on the second ring, "Allo?"

"Hi, Mrs. LeBlanc. It's Melody in 409. Listen I have a huge leak in the pipe under the sink. Is there someone I can call?" 

"Ah ben la," Mrs. LeBlanc replied in her heavy Acadian accent, "I'll 'ave someone d'ere in fifteen twenty minutes. Worry pas."

"Thanks so much Mrs. LeBlanc." Melody smiled. Mrs. LeBlanc was a sweet lady, and apparently very efficient.

Melody hoped that she wouldn't have to wait long. She wanted nothing more than to strip off her work clothes and take a long hot bath. She put that thought on hold and went to find the mop. She was fairly certain whoever was coming to fix the sink; wouldn't want to kneel in a puddle of water.

The doorbell rang, just as she finished cleaning up the mess.

"Less than fifteen minutes wait," she thought, "now that is service." She went to the door and checked the peep-hole just to make sure. She reached down and picked up Maddy so she wouldn't take off. Unlocking the door, Melody greeted the plumber. 

"Hi," she smiled politely. Then she looked at him, really looked at him, and her smile warmed and widened. He was gorgeous. He was tall, with a solid, muscular and well developed frame. His shoulders were broad and strong-looking. Her eyes quickly traveled back up and she found him smiling at her. Melody's stomach did a little flip. Where in God's name did he get those ice blue eyes?

"My name's Nick. You need a plumber? Mrs. LeBlanc called." Nick continued to smile.

"Oh ...uh yes of course come in" Melody blushed at being caught staring. "The kitchen is right this way." Melody closed the door behind them and showed him to the kitchen. 

Nick studied her walk as she led him down the hall. He admired the way she walked with the confidence of a woman who knew she turned heads. The business suit she wore with style did little to hide her luscious curves. All of a sudden, being on call on Friday wasn't so bad.

Melody led him into the tiny galley kitchen. "I'm not sure what happened," Melody said. "It sprung a leak sometime today between nine and five. I would have looked at it myself, but I really don't know plumbing, so ..." She trailed off, realizing that she was blathering. "Yeah why don't I just let you do what you have to do?" 

Nick continued to smile as Melody made to leave the kitchen, but, with the cat in one arm, her chest brushed his arm as she did so. He could smell the perfume she wore. Crisp, clean, yet slightly exotic. 

"So... you never told me your name," Nick said, reaching down to open the cupboard. 

"It's Melody. I just moved here. Well, here to this building. I've lived in the city a long time." Melody realized she was babbling, again. What was it about this man?

She watched as he shone his flashlight under the sink. "Thank God, there wasn't a bunch of stuff under there," she thought with a sigh of relief. She leaned on the wall as she watched him work. From the back side, he really was quite good looking, in that very masculine way. His upper biceps and torso were sculpted as if from marble, dipping down to a trim waist. His thighs were rock hard under a well worn pair of jeans, and if there really was such a thing as plumber's butt, Nick never heard of it. She hadn't known guys like him actually existed. 

"Okay, it's nothing complicated," Nick explained as he backed out from under the sink. "Just a seal that needs to be replaced. I have some in the truck. Gimme two minutes; I'll get one." He flashed another sexy smile.

True to his word, he was back at her door in fewer than two minutes. She let him in again and closed the door behind him. This time it was his turn to walk down the hall first and Melody felt no shame in admiring his well-defined rear.

They chatted about inane things while he worked- the weather, local music scene, where to go for the best coffee. All too quickly he had finished the job, and he was putting away his tools. 

"So, I see you like wine," he mentioned casually. Melody looked up in surprise. "That was the only thing you had under your sink, a few empty wine bottles" He grinned.

Melody smiled back. "Yeah My best friend is Italian. He got me into wine." Melody held up the bottle of Shiraz she had purchased earlier. Suddenly inspired she asked, "I was going to have a glass. Would you care to join me?" She paused and began again. "No wait, you're working. I wasn't thinking."

"Actually," Nick said, as he locked the tool box, "I was done as of seven o'clock. You were my last house call of the day. Let me go down to my place and grab a shower and I'll join you."

Melody was surprised. "You live in this building?" Why hadn't she seen him before?

"Yup, apartment 105 - incase you need plumbing assistance again." Nick grinned at her. "See you in a few."

Melody decided to take the opportunity afforded by his absence to freshen up and change into something a little more casual. She took off her skirt and blouse and put them in the dry cleaning pile. Opening her lingerie drawer, she selected a lace push up bra and matching panties in lavender. She chose her favorite jeans and a deep purple satin cami. The colour set off her pale skin nicely and made her blue eyes bluer. She brushed out her long red hair letting it fall in waves over her shoulders. She touched up her makeup and glossed her lips. Melody looked critically at herself in the mirror and then laughed out loud. All this trouble for a lousy glass of wine. 

The door bell rang twenty minutes later. True to his word, Nick had showered and changed. If he looked good before in his work clothes he now looked amazing in a pair of dark jeans and dress shirt. Melody swallowed her mouth suddenly dry. She caught his masculine scent mixed with the sexy cologne he was wearing. The effect was intoxicating. 

Something she hadn't felt in a very long time was stirring inside her and she was shocked she had even gone this far. It wasn't just that she had gotten out of a relationship that spring. Melody hadn't been with a man in ten years. Her last four lovers had all been women.

She led him back inside. The sun had gone down and the last streaks of light coloured the sky outside her window. It was starting to get dark inside but she didn't want to ruin the mood with harsh over-head lights. "Ah well," Melody thought, "If lighting candles is going to be obvious, then so be it." He was here, wasn't he? She picked up a box of wooden matches and lit several of the pillar candles around her living room.

Nick watched as she walked around with the matches. She was so pretty, bending slightly, striking the box, letting the match flare before she touched it to the wick and the flame lit up her eyes. 

He cleared his throat. "I brought a CD of some music I downloaded, just a bunch of mixed stuff, nice for a night in."

"Go ahead, the stereo is there," She indicated the stand. "I'll get us that wine." Melody went into her tiny kitchen and took down two wine glasses from the cupboard. She had opened the bottle, prior to his arrival, allowing the wine to breathe. It had taken her forever but she could now expertly remove the cork from a wine bottle without breaking it in half. 

She poured the deep burgundy liquid and watched as it swirled around the sides of the glass. She returned to the living room to find Nick sitting on her couch, music drifting out of the speakers. She handed him a glass and sat down beside him.

As they chatted, Melody sipped her wine. It warmed her insides, and made her feel bold. She looked directly at Nick. "So why did you come up here tonight?"

He laughed. "Because you asked me to and because I like wine. Did I need an ulterior motive?"

"And if I have an ulterior motive?" Melody shot him a look. 

"Do you?"

Without answering Melody placed her glass on the coffee table and leaned over and kissed Nick tentatively. When he didn't object, she placed both of her hands on his arms and deepened the kiss. 

He responded by placing his hand on the back of her neck and drawing her closer. Her lips parted, and she snaked her tongue into his mouth. She could taste lingering traces of wine and she moaned involuntarily arching her body towards his. 

Nick leaned back into the sofa and pulled Melody down on top of him without breaking the kiss. He ran his hands over her back, rubbing and caressing in turn, enjoying the feel of his hands on the satin. Her perfume caught him again and he groaned. He slid his hands under her cami and ran the length of her back as he continued to kiss her. 

Melody broke the kiss and looked into Nick's eyes. "Would you like to move somewhere more comfortable?"

"Yes, but I want you to know, I didn't come here expecting this." Nick was completely sincere.

"That's ok," Melody said in a half whisper, "This was completely unexpected for me, too. You don't even know."

She stood up and taking his hand, led him into her bedroom. He pulled her back into his arms and nuzzled her neck. "God. You smell so good," Nick whispered hoarsely. He nipped her neck with his teeth. Shivers ran over Melody's body.

"Harder," she sighed. It wasn't a request but a command. Nick obliged her and bit harder. She dug her nails into his back and groaned. He slid his hands back under her cami and pushed it up over her head. He continued kissing her neck and slowly made his way down her chest. 

One step at a time he pushed her towards the bed, and laid her down on her back. He laid down next to her and kissed her full red lips again, gently nibbling her bottom lip. She pulled him as close as possible, the passion in her rising.

Nick let his hands run the length of Melody's torso as he kissed her, lightly skimming the lace of her bra. Her nipples hardened and her breathing became shallower. He slipped one hand behind her back, unfastened her bra and pulled it away letting it fall on the floor. He cupped one breast and leaned down to flick the hardened nipple with his tongue. Melody moaned and arched her back. He wrapped his lips around the pert nipple and began to suck, occasionally grazing it with his teeth. Melody sucked in more air through her teeth. 

"Oh my God," she thought, "This is right torture."

As Nick continued to worship her breasts, his hand found the way to the button and zipper of her jeans. His hand caressed the mound of flesh hidden just below where the zipper ended, and still he didn't push her further than she was ready to go. 

"Please," Melody begged, "touch me, Nick... please." Melody started to grind her pelvis into Nick's hand. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. Shifting his body, he inched her jeans down, kissing her thighs as he went. He pulled them away and let them drop to the floor next to her already discarded bra. He picked up her left leg and began kissing, starting at the ankle and working his way slowly up. Melody was shaking. 

Looking up at her, Nick kissed the centre of her desire through the lace of her panties. It was almost more then she could bear. She slipped her fingers under the waistband and pushed them down. Nick finished pulling them down for her, then positioned himself between her legs and ran his tongue over the insides of both her thighs. She sighed and parted her legs. Nick inhaled her distinct feminine scent as he used his index finger to tease her outer labia apart. "My God Melody you are so wet," Nick groaned as he felt his erection throb almost painfully. He slowly dragged his tongue over her inner labia and tasted both tart and sweet at once. She arched her back and placed her hand on the back of his head urging him on, pleading for him not to stop. 

He held her labia open with his fingers and focused his attention where she needed it most, circling and flicking his tongue over her swollen clitoris. Melody writhed beneath him, moaning and crying out his name, begging him to keep going. 

Inspired by Melody's impassioned pleas, Nick thrust two fingers inside her. He felt the muscle inside her clench and release and clench again locking down on his fingers.

"Oh! God, Nick... don't stop... I'm so close... so close," Melody whimpered. Her whole body clenched and convulsed as the orgasm plowed through her and left her trembling.

Nick slid up beside Melody and kissed her, hard. She could taste her own juices on his lips and her tongue traced the outline of his mouth. In her mad desire she hadn't realized that Nick was still fully clothed.

She continued to kiss him, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Fumbling quickly, she ended up ripping two of the buttons, but it didn't matter. She had to feel the heat of his skin on hers. She wanted to taste him and have him taste his own essence on her lips. Sliding off the bed she grabbed his hand and pulled him up with her. On her knees in front of him, she kissed his stomach while her fingers undid his belt. She slid her hands inside the waist band of his jeans and pushed them down. 

His cock strained against his tight briefs and she kissed it through the fabric. Nick moaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair, drawing her closer. Melody tugged at the briefs and pulled those away allowing his magnificent cock freedom. She held him steady with one hand as she bathed his cock in warm saliva. Her lips encircled his cock as her tongue danced over the head licking the pre-cum and savouring it. Melody stood up and kissed Nick, allowing him to taste his own fluid. He groaned low in his throat as she raked his back with her nails. Pushing him onto the bed she lay down beside him. 

"Now I want you to fuck me," Melody demanded. 

Nick grinned at her. "How baby? Tell me how you want me to fuck you?"

"Don't you think I'm a bad girl? Don't you think I deserve to be punished for starting all this?" Melody bit her lip and looked up at him, a glimmer of mischievousness in her eyes. 

Nick grabbed her forcefully by the hips and turned her over, onto her knees. Reaching down, he grabbed his belt and secured her wrists behind her back. This was a little new to him but he was following her lead. He ran his hand over her firm round ass and spanked her lightly. 

Melody moaned softly and Nick took this as a sign to go on. He spanked her again, this time harder. The blood underneath her very white skin rose to the surface and made her ass a deep rosy hue. 

Again he slapped her and she cried out "HARDER!" Nick could hold back no longer. He aimed his cock and drove it deep inside her. His hands tightened around her waist as he pumped in and out of her tight wet pussy. His breaths came is short grunts and his mind felt like he was spiraling out of control. 

"God, yes! Nick, yes! FUCK ME," Melody yelled. He continued to fuck her with long deep strokes his balls slapping against her ass. He was holding back as much as he could, willing her to cum with him. 

"Yes, Oooh YES Nick! Now. Now! I wanna cum NOW!" Melody's kegal muscle clenched, and her body tensed. Nick buried his cock up to his balls and finally exploded deep inside her, filing her completely with his hot, sticky cum. 

They collapsed side by side. Nick undid the belt and released her wrists, rubbing them and kissing her neck. "I really hope I didn't hurt you. I kind of lost it at the end," Nick whispered in Melody's ear. 

With her eyes closed, she smiled. "Give me five minutes, and then I want you in the shower for round two."



Wet



I had a really bad day after work. I wanted to go out with my friends but they all had plans. I had finished up a lot of paperwork and I missed my lunch break. The only thing I wanted to was to take off my clothes and just relax.

As soon as I got out of my work clothes and my shoes, I went upstairs into the bathroom and I heard water running.

"Hello. Is somebody in there?" I said.

I stood behind the bathtub only to feel a wet, slippery hand slipping under my white crop top. I softly gasped at the feel of the hand. I turned around to find Nick in the shower. Knowing Nick, he loved the water. He loved it no matter what he's feeling. He sinfully smiled as I looked at me.

"Oh my God Nick, I'm so glad to see you." I said to him.

"Me too, baby. I love seeing you." He replied.

He pulled my clothed body close to his dripping wet, naked, soapy body and deeply kissed my lips as we stood under the warm spray of water. My medium-length black hair was also wet. My hands ran through his blonde hair. My wet clothes sticked to my curvy body while giving Nick a view of my bra through my top. I could feel his tongue slipping into my mouth while kissing me. His hands were exploring my body.

Then, he took off my crop top, leaving me in my wet, white lace bra and panties. His hands rested on my hips and my round ass as he kissed my neck. I moaned against his ear. Nick unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. I moaned at the feel of his mouth suckling them. He came back up to kissing my lips and I felt his hand slip inside my panties. With one of his fingers, he started softly rubbing and flicking my clit before slipping his fingers into my pussy.

"Like that, baby?" He said.

"Yeah" I moaned.

He pressed my body against the cool, wet tile wall. I felt the cool, slick tiles against my naked back. He removed my panties as he bent down to taste me. He opened my legs and began licking and sucking me. I held on to his head with one head and placed the other hand on the tile wall. I slowly rocked my hips against him as he lapped up my female juices. I moaned and groaned louder as I felt myself come in his mouth. After his oral assasult, he got up, pulled my body close to him, and got a bottle of body wash. He poured it all over my wet, naked body. With a wet body sponge in his hand, he rubbed it all over me, creating a soapy lather. Once my whole body was covered in soap, I kissed him in return. I started kissing his neck while hands explored every inch of his body. I heard his moans from feeling my lips on his neck, which is his weak spot. My body was still soapy. I began rubbing body wash and the soapy sponge all over his body.

Nick reached for a bottle of silicone-based lubricant from the shower caddy. He poured some of the lubricant on his fingers being careful not to spill any of it on to the bathtub and spread it around my pussy.

He looked at me with his blue, sultry, bedroom eyes and said, "Baby, I'm going to make you so wet in this shower."

Once I was lubed up, he pulled my body close to his as I felt his cock get into me. I gasped at the feel of him. My legs were wrapped around his waist. Our bodies were rubbing against each other. He kissed my neck while he was in and out of me. I moaned and groaned very loudly as he moved a little faster.

"That's it, baby. Come for me." He urged.

Together, we climaxed and reached orgasm. I felt his man-milk inside me as I gave out a passion-filled gasp. We kissed each other's lips and held each other close for a while.

Nick smiled as he said to me, "I think we should rinse before the water gets cold."

We stood under the shower and had the soap rinsed from our bodies. Once we were rinsed, we got out of the shower and dried each other off with a big white towel.

"That was the steamiest shower I ever had." I said to Nick, smiling at him.

"Yeah, it was also the wettest." He replied, giggling.

After the very steamy shower, Nick and I went to my bedroom to begin round two. There were three words to describe our shower: wet, hot, and of course steamy. I enjoyed every minute of it with him.

THE END 



Wet



She was naked. Really naked.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen a naked girl before. He had seen plenty. But none had ever seemed as naked as she did right now. 

She was in the shower. Had just started it. And the curtains were open. He was watching her from the doorway. The bathroom was small, so as he leaned on the wall just outside the doorway, he was about four feet from her. Maybe less.

And she was naked and running her hair under the water, getting it wet, turning to get her body wet. Running her mouth under the stream, knowing he was watching her. But not looking toward him. Just focusing on the shower.

He looked at her naked body. He had never seen her naked. It didn't seem to faze her. It was the way she wanted him to watch, was moving under the water, that made her seem all the more vulnerable, and all the more naked and exposed.

Her eyes were closed as the hot water hit her face. If the door wasn't open, the bathroom would have filled with steam, but the ventilation released it. And he looked down her body, looked at her mouth, her breasts, her belly, and because she was sideways, that was all he could see.

For now.

Her tongue reached out for the pounding water, and she reached for the vanilla soap she always used. She poured some in her hand and the heat swirled the room in sweet vanilla as she ran it over her body, getting it soapy and slippery. She still hadn't glanced his way. 

Her hands moved over her breasts, moving the soapy water around them, and he could see the water dripping between them. He wanted to lick that. Her hands moved around her breasts down to the nipple and in the slippery soap she worked her nipples and he heard he sigh softly, making them hard and tight, holding them under the water pressure, and he saw her eyes flutter. 

She still squeezed and worked her nipples and he saw her legs part slightly, but still he couldn't see between them. He could wait. He was enjoying her working her wet nipples under the water, cradling her breasts, and they were so big they were hard for her to hold, but she managed, pulling and squeezing her soapy nipples harder, her mouth opening to the stream of water again, her tongue out to feel the pounding pressure of the water. 

He watched her lean slightly against the wall as the sensations took her over, and her legs opened more, and one hand moved down between them. He wanted to see. 

She held out though, keeping her legs turned slightly away, and he knew she was doing it on purpose, but his hard dick didn't seem to mind as he watched her wet body move, writhe under the water, watched her slippery wet tits rise as she ran her hands through her wet hair. 

She looked hot and wet and he wanted to see her pussy. 

She ran her fingers down again between her legs, and the other hand went to her mouth and she sucked her thumb into her mouth, and he knew she was thinking of him especially when she did that. And his dick got harder. He was getting impatient. 

And finally she turned, and looked right into his eyes, with a smile that could only be described as dirty, and she held onto the bar above her that held the shower curtain, fully facing him now, but still, he wanted her open.

She held the bar and lifted herself up with it, her nipples pointed outward and upward, right at him, wet and hot, and she leaned toward him, her wet mouth seeking his, but he didn't move, and she pulled back before he could, still smiling. 

And she finally leaned herself back on the wall of the bathtub. And he stood up straighter because he knew. Still keeping eye contact with him, just with the upper part of her back against the wall, so her breasts stood up and out, and her hips jutted out toward him, she lifted her left leg to brace herself on the tub, and with the hot water pounding her wet body, she turned to the side, eyes closed, to open her wet pussy for him. 

To show him.

Her other hand worked one of her nipples and her fingers held her pussy open wide, and even from looking at it he could tell it wasn't just wet from the water. It looked hot, wet, and as she worked it with her fingers, her eyes fluttered, her teeth it into her lower lip, and she squeezed her clit and sighed loudly.

He wasn't sure when his position of leaning on the door turned into both hands gripping the doorway.

He wasn't sure when he felt holding onto the doorframe was holding him in place. But now he held tightly to it, because he wasn't sure what would happen if he let go.

He watched her fingers inside her, he watched them wet and working herself. He watched her other hand pulling and stroking her nipples. He watched her start to shake. He knew it was coming. 

He watched her wet mouth, open, the shower beating down, sighing, her eyes closed, her head back, knowing he was there, and it made it so much better for her, and he held tightly to the doorway, and it was something she did after the last time she sighed, and just before he knew she was going to come, that forced him to let go.

Watching her wet and ready to come, eyes closed, she sighed his name. And he knew she didn't do it because he was there. She would have done it anyway.

That was it. He had only just enough patience to quickly get his sneakers and socks off and he was in the tub with her, fully dressed, and because her eyes were closed, she was totally shocked as he fell to his knees in the tub, lifted her against the wall with one leg over each shoulder and buried his mouth in her soaking wet pussy.

He sucked her into his mouth, pushed his tongue inside her, and she was so dripping wet, and he worked her clit and held tightly to her hips. And he couldn't get enough of her.

And the orgasm that raged through her immediately was more intense because of the pure surprise, and that shock made it impossible for her to control her loud, raking reaction to it. Her fingers were in his wet hair, pulling tightly as he relentlessly licked her and sucked her already swollen and aching pussy. It was too much. As the shower pounded down on them, she came over and over, and he felt her coming and wanted more. She was slippery and wet in a way that he knew had nothing to do with the shower.  

Finally she begged him to stop, and he didn't want to, but she pushed him off, pushing him against the wall, peeling his wet shirt off, and it was so erotic to her to peel his wet layers away to reveal his body underneath, his skin she craved to touch and taste, and taste it she did, their wet mouths drinking from each other, kissing and finding each others' tongues, his hands never stopping to move over her slippery wet body that felt so delicious and her mouth working her way down his chest as she got him out of the last of his wet clothes and found his rock hard dick with her mouth. 

And now his back was against the wall and his hands were in her hair and her mouth was hungry, her tongue working his cock deeper into her mouth, her hands finding his balls and stroking them, pulling him out of her mouth to lick his wet balls and cradle them with her tongue and then back on his dick again, wanting more of it. Still more.

She sucked him hard until he knew he was going to come and he couldn't stop it, it was too good and he was too hard and it was too wet and she was too hungry for it and he knew that was what she wanted and she wouldn't stop until he did. And so he came hard, holding her hair tightly as she lapped up all he had to give and wanted more still, and moved up off her knees and never took her hand off his dick, stroking it, keeping him there.

I'm dirty, she said, and poured her soap between them again, and his hands moved over her heavy breasts, moving in circles to make them soapy and slippery and she rubbed her body up and down the front of his, still working his dick with her hand. And he rubbed the soap all over her naked wet body and she kissed him again, drinking the water from his lips, sucking on his wet tongue, until they were rinsed clear of soap and he was hard again. 

She shut the water off and coaxed him to the floor of the tub, his hard dick never out of her hands. He was lying on his back and she moved over him and looked him in the eye just before she moved him to her wet pussy and slid down onto him, slowly. 

Slowly, she controlled herself, sliding up and down, watching his face, and his face made it harder to go slowly, because the heat in his eyes was getting her wetter and hotter, and she started to go faster. 

He couldn't stay down on the floor of the tub as good as it felt. He was tired of standing still. He needed to move. 

He lifted her gently off him and out of the tub. Their bodies were still wet from the shower and he kissed her against the wall and slowly moved her, backing her to the sink, kissing her, tongues twisted around each other, the whole time, until she was against the sink.

She had no idea where she was or where she was going but was lost in his mouth as he lifted her onto the sink, and his mouth moved to her neck and he lifted one leg over his arm, her knee in the crook of his elbow, and moved her hips to him, and then she was there.

And he slid his hard dick inside her slowly, his mouth still working her neck, her head back, as he moved faster, deeper, and she urged him on, with whatever voice she had left, harder, faster, more. 

The bathroom was hot from the remaining steam and they both were sweating. She licked a drop of sweat that ran down his neck as he made her come again. It had been so many times she had lost count. 

Still, she held on for the ride and whispered in his ear. She whispered what she wanted. What she wanted was him.

All over her.

He got faster and harder and her arms wrapped around his neck as his breathing got faster. And just as she had started, she finished him by whispering his name in his ear. And he pulled out as he came and she held him tightly in her hands and he came all over her hands, her belly, and her pussy. 

He pulled her tightly to him and her arm was tightly and jealously around his neck and they were wet with sweat and the shower and sticky with his come. 

With his breathing fast against her neck, she licked her fingers and could not remember when she last was dry.



Wet







Wet



The house was quiet FINALLY when we decided to take a swim in the pool and perhaps lay out in the sun. It was gorgeous. Not a cloud in the sky, the blue of it intense. Most people would have thought it odd to have a pool on the beach but we both thought it a cool indulgence and no messy sand to deal with. Besides the water of the ocean was just too cold this time of year. The kids had enjoyed playing on the beach and then being able to swim in the heated pool. We had the house and the pool to ourselves this afternoon as they had taken a horse back riding tour as part of our vacation package.

I was already in my one piece swimsuit when you came outside in your bikini. The sight made me lick my lips in anticipation. Your so hot looking that to take my mind off the way my thoughts were heading I dove into the pool to cool down. The water was terrific, warm enough that it wasn't a shock to the system, cool enough to damper the licentious thoughts that seem to come over me when your near. I didn't realize the picture I made though with my hair streaming out behind me. You appreciated the view. It looked sexy with that slicked back look. All the curl in my hair straightened by the weight of the water on it. It made it look so very long. You wanted to run your fingers through it. You dove in to join me. 

I swam alongside you as we played a little. I played hard to get after awhile, you trying to catch me. Finally I let you catch me. Water streaming down both our bodies we exchanged a kiss. Holding you in my arms felt so very good. I'd ached for you for so long. Your hands were restless, reaching out over me, fondling, caressing, groping. I didn't mind, it showed me how much you wanted me as well. Amazing how intense it can turn when you both want the other so badly. In moments I had your bikini top off and your breasts cupped into my hands. Leaning down I began tongueing first the one and then the other. Drawing the nipples into my mouth I sucked hard on them. The answering jolt to your crotch had you catching your breath.

Your hands were pulling down the straps of my one piece. With a yank I was exposed to my waist. The water came up over that and the air had my nipples puckering, waiting for you to worship them. Meanwhile your caresses over my back and shoulders were very very nice. Your fingertips along my neck very arousing. You induldged yourself, running your hands through my long hair.

My mouth playing on your breasts was causing you to moan and move feverishly, you wanted more, you wanted to do more to me as well. You finally pulled my head up for a deep kiss. Your tongue flicking in and out of my mouth suggestively. I caught it and sucked deeply on it. Your body wound itself around mine, grinding suggestively between my legs. I hooked my fingers on your bikini bottoms and yanked them down. Leaning down, I went underwater and pulled them down off of you. On my way back up I stopped between your legs to blow bubbles. You were laughing when I resurfaced.

Not to be outdone you pulled the rest of my swimsuit down and it fell in the water to my ankles. I step nimbly out of it and pushed it away with my foot, it floated gently along the bottom of the pool. Your hands were immediately between my legs feeling the difference in the wetness between me and the pool water. I playfully swam away from you, slipping from your embrace. You determedly swam after me. When we were neck deep I stopped suddenly to catch you.

Taking you in my arms I kissed you over and over, my hands feeling your warm body beneath them. I wraped my legs around you, it was easier in the water, you'd never be able to stand and do this outside of the pool, I was just too tall and heavy for you. It felt great to both of us. My pussy against you, rubbing. My clit peeking out to feel itself against you. I could feel the rub of your skin against it, it felt wonderfull. Our kisses were becoming more impassioned. 

Your fingers were doing delightful things to my body. One hand crept down between us to play with my clit. Your other hand massaged my breast, tweaking the nipple. I groaned at the dual sensations you were causing in me.

Standing back on my feet I planted a leg between yours and raised my leg up slowly, grinding it against your pussy. You gladly humped against it. It felt good, it felt hot. My hands I ran down your back and back up, then my fingers, then my nails. You arched against me, enjoying these sensations. My hands cupped your ass and began raising your body against mine. Your tried to wrap your legs around me but I wouldn't let you. I raised your butt higher still until it was nearly out of the water. You leaned back and let your torso float away on the water. Gently I moved us nearer to the side of the pool in case you needed to reach out your hand to keep from going under. I focused on what was in front of me. Your pussy lay open and inviting. My hands cupping your butt could move you any which way. I moved you towards my mouth and kissed you on your nether lips. Mmmm, I tasted you. I began tonguing you there. Playing with your clit, tasting your wetness. The cool ocean air and the warm pool water were playing havoc on your body. What I was doing to you was making your whole body ultra sensitive. It was a wonder floating there in the pool and being loved like that between your legs. A fantasy come true. I kept going until I could hear the change in your breathing, taking one of my hands from cupping your butt I plunged two fingers right into your wetness. The sensation immediately sent you over the edge you'd been so close already. You had an incredible orgasm floating in a pool near one of your favorite places, the beach. When you came back down to earth I was smiling at you frol and layed us both on the steps leading into the pool. Laying me back against them, you lay on top of me, your body writhing suggestively against me. Kissing me over and over again you begin tonguing your way down my neck. That drives me insane and you can tell by my body's reaction to it. 

Spreading my legs you immediately begin to rub between them, feeling my wetness. I groan at the touch of your hand there, your getting me so aroused. Kissing your way down to my nipples I raise up slightly to help get one into your mouth. Cupping your head to my breast. Your naughtly little fingers are doing delicious things to my clit and nether lips. Your fingers plunge in to find my g spot, they know immediately where to go and I melt at the sensations. Laying completely at your mercy I moan at the feelings you arouse in me. I don't know if it's just what your are doing to me, or the beaty of making love in this pool, the combination is unbeatable none the less, but I'm getting wetter by the moment. Your fingers plunging in and out of me are driving me to the edge. I'm groaning loudly. Sucking on my nipple you can tell how your affecting me, you plunge harder and faster. My breath comes in gasps and you lean up to kiss me, sharing the moment when I actually climax. It comes in shudders. The intensity of how you affect me comes across in the intensity of my orgasm. My arms clench around you, you can almost feel your body cracking against me as I convulsively squeeze you. You relish the feeling, knowing what a compliment it is to your lovemaking and the feelings that we share. My head falls back to suck in great gasps of air. Smiling down at me you look into my eyes as I open them again and come back to reality.

What an afternoon delight.



Wet



I smell the soap before I hear the water, and my pace picks up as I move towards the bathroom with purpose, my clothes leaving a trail in my wake.

I see you through the fogged shower doors, standing with your arms braced against the wall, the water pouring down over your head. I stop and stare for a moment, taking in the lines of your body, from neck to hip to foot. I smile and the pulse of awareness increases with each breath I take and my nipples pebble from heat instead of cold.

I quietly slide the glass door open, then step into the steamy air and shut the door behind me. I move up behind you, and you tense just a bit as my hands slide over your naked back to rest at your sides. I murmur reassuringly, and you quickly relax, pulling my hands around your front until my naked breasts are pressed against you and my arms are wrapped around you.

I lick beads of water off your spine, my hands caressing a path down your stomach to your groin. I sink my teeth into your shoulder, one hand squeezing your hardening cock, the other gently massaging your balls and your hips flex into my hands in invitation, so I continue to bite and kiss wherever I can reach while my hands stroke and squeeze and caress under the warm spray of the shower.

I step back, turning you to face me and the water jets over me in an unexpected rush, blinding me and choking me all at once. I sputter, wiping water from my eyes and I hear your quiet laughter as your hands cup my face and pull me in for a kiss. I feel you smiling against my mouth and, though I try not to, you end up nibbling on my smiling lips as I blink water from my lashes.

I pull back a bit then press myself fully against you, thigh, hip, breast. I raise myself up on my toes, my hands on your wrists holding me steady as I use my lips and teeth and tongue to show you what I want and you sink into me, letting me take and take until I'm shivery and breathless. I feel you pushing into my stomach and I pump my hips, rubbing myself against you again and again and again, drinking in your urgent sounds of arousal.

I step back, pulling you just out of range of the streaming water, then drop to my knees in front of you, taking you into my mouth without much prelude, my hands gripping the curve of your ass to pull you closer. You draw in a harsh breath, your hands moving to rest on my head, and I take you in deeper, until my face is pressed against your lower stomach and the end of you pushes against the back of my throat. I moan around you, my tongue stroking as you harden and lengthen in my mouth, and I move a hand from your ass to the base of your cock, gripping firmly and pumping in time with my mouth.

I love to suck your dick. I love the taste and smell of you and the guttural sounds you make as I take you between my hot, moist lips. I love how you thread your fingers through my hair and hold my head so you can better fuck my mouth. I love your moans and groans and musky hot scent and how you shake and curse as I swallow you down my throat. Just thinking about it makes me hot, and the act itself makes me wet and aching until I'm squirming at your feet, my hips rocking as I suck and lick and tease.

And that's how I am right now, moaning and whimpering as I work you over. I can feel how slick I am down there and I squeeze my legs together, my breath catching in my throat as I pull back from you, panting. I lick my lips, smirking in satisfaction at the trail of red lipstick I've left on your body and I can't help but laugh a bit at the picture I must make, soaking wet, lipstick smeared.

You reach for me, but I stop you with a shake of my head. I wrap a hand around your cock then lean forward and nibble and lick your balls before taking one into my mouth, sucking gently. I give the same treatment to the other side then lick you from base to tip, my tongue fluttering over you before wrapping my lips around you and taking you back into my mouth. You lean your upper body agains the shower wall and I peek up at you, eyes wide, lips stretched around your dick, and the look in your eyes is feral and the ache between my legs deepens until it's almost painful.

I tear my gaze away from your face, my hands and lips and tongue working over you, slowly at first, teasingly, until you finally tangle your fingers in my hair insistently. I swirl my tongue around the tip of your cock and you jerk against me, so I do it again and again and again until you curse and pump in deeper.

I bob my head, my lips and tongue sliding over you as you thrust into my mouth. I swallow you down then pull back only to take you in again, my motion smooth and rapid and gaining momentum and I feel the tension building in your body, feel the slight shake in your legs, the twitch if your cock in my mouth and I suck harder, take you deeper.

Your hands tighten in my hair and I open my mouth wider, reveling in the insistent thrust of your body and the guttural moans emitting from within you. I want to touch myself, but don't want to let you go, so I tighten my grip on your cock, renew my efforts to push you over the edge. I feel how close you are, smell it and taste it and I relax into you, letting your hands on me guide me into the fast rhythm that best pleases you.

I hear your already ragged breathing becoming more erratic, feel your tempo falter as you start to lose it and excitement builds in me, overflows. You moan, loudly, then you're pulling me off of you, and I lean my upper body back, my hands pumping your cock as you come on a curse, semen spurting across my breasts and collarbone in a hot wash.

You're gasping above me, one hand braced against the shower wall, the other still fisted in my drenched hair and I smile smugly to myself as I sit back and await my turn.



Wet



There was always something that managed to sexually excite me about being forced under water at your hands. Maybe it was how defenceless I was? Maybe it was that I was almost putting my life in the hands of someone else? But I trusted you.

The thought of drowning was something that until recently scared the hell out of me. As a child I was terrified whenever someone left the tap running, I was convinced that it would flood the whole house and I would drown, and to this day I haven't got over my irrational fear of showers. 

I hated the struggle and the desperation to breathe, something which I so easily took for granted was just taken from me. I hated the thought that you could just leave me in the water, and I would be too weak to overpower you.

It was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom that made me realize what was actually about to happen. We had only done this type of breath play a couple of times before. You said that this time you were definitely going to push me to my limits. I thought all the others times I had been pushed far enough.

You walked back into the bedroom. I sat cross legged on the bed pretending to watch TV, pleading that you would forget I was there. Out of the corner of my eye I was carefully following your movements. First you walked to the bedside table and took a sip from the glass which sat there half empty from the night before, I tried not to flinch as you passed. You then collected a few wrappers which laid empty and put them in the bin. Once again I tried not to flinch. Then you sat on the bed next to me, and pulled me into your arms. I could feel my heart beat increase. I tried to keep a steady breath. I wanted to do everything I could do to try and act normal and hope you would completely forget what you had planned.

"Ready." You asked. I shook my head and tried to bury my face in your chest. I truly believed I wasn't ready for this, but you were the person who always seemed to know just what I needed and how far to push me.

"Come on." You said. As you stood up you pulled me with you. As soon as your hand left my arm, I firmly planted my feet onto the ground and crossed my arms. An amused smile crossed your lips as you turned around to see me glaring at you, my bottom lip stuck out the same way a child does when they are moments away from a tantrum. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed the pair of silver stainless steel handcuffs from next to the TV.

"Do I need these?" You asked. I shook my head once again, and let my arms hang limply at my sides. My eyes diverted to the floor, silently showing you my submission as I willed you wouldn't put them on me. "Too bad." You swiftly grabbed one of my wrists, and forced me to turn around. I tried to pull away but your grip was too tight. Seconds later I heard the cuff click in place. I held my left wrist out to you, and heard the second click of the cuffs. It seemed pointless to fight anymore. You always won.

"Good girl." You whispered in my ear, and pulled my hair away from my face. Your fingers lingered on my neck, and you ran your hand along my cheek. I let out a small giggle. You moved your hands to my hair. Your fingers stroking through the loose curls. You smiled down at me, as your wrapped my hair around your hands, and giving it a strong pull. I let out a small whimper, before you began dragging me into the bathroom.

As we reached the bathroom, you threw me to the ground. My gaze was fixated on your bare feet as I continued to wait for further instructions. I dared not to move as I felt you staring down at me. 

"Into the usual position." You demanded. I looked to you questioningly. Normally you would force me into this position and hold me in place, but not this time? This time you wanted me to do. You wanted to prove to me the power you held. It wasn't about your ability to make me comply to physical force, it was to show me what you could make me do on my own. 

I took a deep breath and knelt next to the bath tub. I listened to the almost silence of the water as it moved from side side, I watched as the light danced around between the ripples. I knew the calmness of the water was soon to be disrupted.

Your hand found its way back into my hair, you forced my head so close to the water that I could feel the wetness on just the tip of my nose. Behind my back my hands gripped tightly onto the chain of the cuffs. I took a single deep breath and tightly closed my eyes. Nothing. I expected to be forced under, but you let go of my hair. Was I to move or stay here?

"You know what to do."

"What!"I blurted out, and turned back around to face you, a look of shock completely overtaking my face. 

"Drown yourself." You put down the toilet seat and sat on the lid. You lent back and watched me with that 'don't you dare disobey me' look that instantly made me quiver. I turned back towards the bath. My fingers digging in to the sides of the tub.

"You can do this." I thought to myself. I had done this a few times before, yet now here I was with a record amount of control of the situation, yet I was at my most fearful. Unlike the other times I actually had the choice of how long I was under the water for, so surely I should feel safer?

I plunged my head into the water. I tried to suppress a gasp as the ice cold water hit against my face, feeling like a thousand tiny needles being poked against my cheeks. I almost immediately pulled my head back out of the water. I knew you would be of been disappointed, yet I still turned to you yearning for a look of approval. Instead you shook your head at me and got back to your feet.

I was happy to have your hand pushing down on my head as you forced me back into the water. I felt slightly complete. Doing it myself gave me nothing, but having you here doing it to me made more than just my head wet.

My head was pulled back out. Before I could take a breath, your lips smacked against my own. You pulled away and forced me straight back into the water. Seconds to breath between each moment of drowning left me struggling for air. By the eighth time my body tried to fight against yours. My wrists tried to force their way out of their metal restraints, my body tried to pull from your grasp, but you gave me no mercy. I had no idea how long you held me under the water, it felt like an eternity to me waiting for a much needed breathe, but for you it probably wasn't even a minute. 

As you plunged my head under for the ninth time I felt a sharp slap across my bare ass. With each hit the need to breathe only increased. You pulled me from the water and to my feet. I fell into your chest for support, my legs feeling too weak to support myself.

"Open your eyes." You instructed. I opened them and saw you holding a towel in your hand.

"Thank you Sir." I said. I wiped away the water mixed with tears from my face.

"Do you want to stop?" You asked me.

"Please Sir." I was hoping you would stop, but the look on your face told me you were not satisfied enough. You took the towel and bent me straight legged over the tub. My red ass high in the air for your convenience.

"Hmmm." Your fingers slowly stroked against me clit. I gasped and fell further into your arm, the only thing stopping me from falling into the tub. "You seem very wet to me, and I don't just mean from the water. I think my bitch is enjoying this, don't you agree?" You shoved the damp finger into my mouth, and within not even a second my head was shoved back under the water. I used all my strength to try and push you away. I hadn't been ready. I had no air, my eyes were wide open for the first time ever under water. You delivered a stinging slap to my vulnerable yearning pussy. I was pulled out coughing and gasping for air.

You left me to collapse back onto the floor. I heard the sound of a zipper being undone, and clothes being shuffled. I got onto my knees once again, like the eager bitch I was willing to do anything to avoid going back into the water.

"Open wide." You ordered. I opened my soaked lips wide, and willingly accepted your long hard cock. You thrust it deep into the back of my throat, causing me to involuntarily gag. I could only choke and squirm as you continued to fuck your bitch's mouth, using me like the toy I was.

"Good girl."



Wet



Are you horny? Are you wet? You’re so lucky. I never knew the value of a wet pussy till I started doing porn. It’s days like today, when I was lying on G’s bed, camera rolling and completely dry, that make me feel sorry for myself and for porn consumers everywhere. 

We wrapped, no orgasm, and I got back on the T to go home. My smeared slut make-up was magnified behind my glasses, looked out of place with my baggy jeans. I elbowed my way into a seat, put my backpack in my lap, wrapped my arms around it and zoned out. My eyes were closed but I was still aware of the voices around me, the soft chattering from the others on the train and the insistent whine in my own head: That sucked, that sucked, I hate faking it, I can’t act.

I got home and lay down on my futon, felt the kind of tiredness that scares me: the kind that’s so powerful it grabs you and shakes your thoughts out of your head, steals your consciousness, drowns you.

I pulled the edge of my comforter around me and closed my eyes.

The night before, I had fucked myself so wildly it almost hurt. It was a weird night anyway. I was going to have to meet Grif at his apartment at 7:30 am, so we could block the lobby scenes before the doorman got there. I was going to go to bed early. I couldn’t sleep. I grabbed my keys and started walking, came back an hour later, dizzy and cold.

My bed felt so nice. Cuddled into blankets on a fall night, lying on my stomach, arms around my pillow.

Does it suck that THIS is when I’m the most horny? That THIS is when my fingers creep down and do their work? 

I began to lightly tap my clit. Little strokes, quick and easy, setting the scene. In my head, I was thinking of fantasies, thinking of porn I’ve read.

I was thinking of watersports.

I was in the woods with my girlfriend. She had to pee. She squatted. Scene changed. I was thinking of a teenaged girl with a wet patch between her thighs. I was thinking of desperate chicks in an interminable ladies’ room line. I was thinking of three prostitutes in an alley. Oh God, yes. Three prostitutes in an alley. Jack-off classic since twelfth grade.

It’s a humid summer night in Washington, DC. Gray building walls, dumpster, bad part of town. They’re waiting for their pimp to pick them up and take them home. 

Lisa is squirming in her skin-tight cut-off jean shorts. She looks like a Barbie doll. Big breasts squeezed into a neon-green crocheted crop top. Blond hair. Light-colored eyes. She has a habit of holding it too long, till she has no choice but to get creative in her relief. She enjoys it. I’ve whacked to her hundreds of times. 

Once, when she wasn’t working, she was wandering around the Mall, near the Smithsonian, on that yellow sandy-gravelly path, when she desperately had to go. It was that same summer, and she was wearing the same outfit, teetering on high-heeled white sandals. She tried going into a convenience store, but the restrooms were for employees only, and she couldn’t convince the disapproving-looking clerk otherwise. She left and wandered down the block, feeling the pressure build, wanting to put her hand between her legs and hold it there. She vowed to resist.

She walked on, looking for a bathroom, knowing she wouldn’t find one, eyeing alleyways and patches of vegetation for possibilities. She remembered watching a man piss in a garden in front of an office building, his back to the street, and she wished she had the equipment and the nerve.

Lisa moaned softly. She had no hope now. She glanced around before dashing down the ramp into a small unattended parking garage. She managed to make it behind a car before squatting, but she had to go so bad she couldn’t wait to pull down her shorts. She realized too late that she had been pressing her hand against her crotch at the end there, but not before the stream had already started, and she wound up peeing on her hand. But she didn’t care. Her hands had seen worse, and right then she was completely overwhelmed with the sensation of warmth flooding out of her, gathering in the crotch of her underwear and shorts before splashing down on the asphalt in a thick stream. 

But this time, here in the alley with her co-workers, her predicament isn’t her fault. It is orchestrated.

“I can’t believe he does this!” Tammi exclaims. Tammi is new at this, she’s a cute urban chick, with short brown hair. She’s further down in the alley, leaning against the wall, frequently shifting her weight and hopping up and down.

“I know how you feel, believe me,” Lisa says. “I mean, I do it outside so much I don’t care anymore, though. It gets guys off. You know, to do it in public. But that’s how I got arrested the first time. Wasn’t for soliciting.”

“I know, I know,” Tammi snaps. “Big D gave me the whole fucking speech, ‘Blah blah blah, no bathroom breaks, piss in the alleys, piss in front of the johns…’ But it’s fucking inhuman! It’s uncivilized. And there is NOTHING open in this fucking town at this hour.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest and taps her foot. “And he’s always motherfucking late. Fucking shithead.”

Lisa wants to hold out in solidarity with Tammi, but she is also increasingly desperate, and the thought of slipping back into the alley and relieving herself sounds better than all the sex she’s had that evening combined.

At that moment, Giselle arrives, flustered. “He hasn’t come yet, has he?” she asks breathlessly. 

“Which one?” Tammi shouts back, and she and Lisa laugh.

“Ha ha, ladies. Big D. Guess he’s later than I am. I got the dough, though. And I really gotta pee.”

Giselle, an attractive black lady in a tight purple dress, heads straight back into the alley.

“Nooo, don’t!” Cries Tammi. “You’ll throw off all my concentration! I’ll never make it if you pee.”

“Make it where?” Giselle wrinkles her brows.

“Back home, ho! I’m not going in no alley!”

Giselle looks at her as if she’s nuts. “OK, girlfriend: First off, I don’t even know why you got such a problem with it, but regardless, Big D is fucking late and it’s gonna take at least a half hour to get home from here. So you best do your thing, or else you’ll wind up pissing his leather interior.”

Tammi moans in frustration. “You’re so right.”

Meanwhile Lisa is in her own world of agony. “Giselle, I’m with you honey. I have got to GO.”

“Well, at least go into another alley then, wimps. I’m holding out. Or holding in. Whatever.” Tammi returns to her arms-crossed posture.

“Fine.” Giselle and Lisa stumble, bladders aching, into the next alley. This one is even filthier, darker and more narrow than the last.

“Oooh, this is gonna feel so good,” Giselle doesn’t even need to pull up her dress. She just leans against the wall and spreads her legs. “Come over here with me, girl. I don’t wanna be here in the dark by myself.”

Lisa leans against the wall directly opposite Giselle, facing her, completely unashamed. She’s surprised that the sight of Giselle’s pretty hair-covered pussy is making her squirm, but it’s true. She begins to finger her clit as she thinks of how nice it would be lick Giselle’s pussy. 

“What, you playing with yourself now?” Giselle barks. “Just pee. I won’t till you will.”

But Lisa is already well on her way to orgasm. The combination of her swollen full bladder, Giselle’s pussy, and her own fingers on her clit are just too much to bear.

“Girl, you turning me on,” Giselle says quietly. “And I ain’t even no dyke.”

Giselle decides she can hold it for one more minute, enough time to slide up next to Lisa and kiss her on the lips, and add her fingers to those already stroking Lisa’s clit.

“I wanna get you off, baby.” Giselle whispers. “Ladies so pretty when they come. Much nicer than men. But you better come quick sweetheart, cuz I have to pee SO BAD.” Giselle strokes and kisses until everything in Lisa bubbles up and she comes loud and pees in an amazing dam-burst, splashing all down Giselle’s legs and onto the alley floor. 

Giselle cannot hold it in one second longer, but feeling Lisa’s piss-orgasm has gotten her so horny she can’t even break contact. She rubs her pussy against Lisa’s now soaked shorts, feeling the wet of the fabric rough next to her soft pussy lips. Lisa kisses Giselle and moves her arms to embrace her, brushing Giselle’s belly, which is all her overtaxed bladder can stand. “I’m gonna pee right now,” she says, and sure enough hot liquid is pouring out of her crotch, splashing on Lisa. Giselle’s stream goes on and on, and Lisa is relishing the feeling of them warmth dripping down her legs, the force of the urine from Giselle’s bladder tickling her clit.

Meanwhile, Tammi has come to a decision. “That bastard. I’m gonna give him what he deserves.” And, thankfully, Big D pulls up in his pimped-out van shortly after. He honks, and is greeted by Tammi, hopping and jumping on the curb, hand squeezed between legs, hissing at him to unlock the door, let her the fuck in, and drive.

“Where are your friends?” he demands. 

Lisa and Giselle emerge piss-soaked and bleary-eyed from the next alley.

“Get IN!” Tammi shouts. “I’m going right now! I mean, we’re going right now!”

They all scramble into the car. Though Big D is more than an hour late, he won’t take any dawdling from them. 

Tammi settles into a seat in the very back row of the van, while Giselle and Lisa cuddle each other and kiss in one of the front seats.

“That’s nice, girls,” Big D says, checking them out in the rear-view mirror. “Just don’t go dyke on me now.”

In the back, Tammi is slowly and luxuriously letting every drop of urine in her poor tortured bladder pour out onto Big D’s upholstery. Her pants are wet, but she doesn’t care. She has been peeing for a full minute. There’s so much pee around her that it pools and dribbles over the edge of the seat, onto the carpeting of the van. She laughs to herself and spreads her legs wider apart, letting the stream pour directly over the edge like a waterfall.

Lisa thinks she’s imagining the soft pissing sound she hears, but when she turns to investigate, her mouth gapes and her eyes bug out.

“Tammi,” she mouths. “You’re doing it!”

Tammi nods and gives Lisa a full view of the pee still flowing from her. All the girls know Lisa is a watersports fanatic. 

In bed, I’d had both my hands working me, rubbing back and forth, from my clit down my lips and back. It felt so good, the tightening of the muscles in my whole cunt, that I was in that wonderful place that doesn’t always happen during masturbation: I didn’t want to come because every stroke felt like heaven. The moans that came from me were deep and real, my face pressed into the pillow was flushed and my hair was a mess. I felt the glory of my hands for a few more strokes, friction that set my whole body on fire, before I came like the porn star I’d hoped to be: with the soft panting and the pleasure vibrating in my throat, pure joy and dripping pussy.



Wet



After a long day at work and a long drive to your house, we both decide it is time for a shower. But, first, we have other business to attend to. I pull a pair of clippers from my bag and we both smile.

We can hardly wait to get out of our clothes. Kissing, looking and touching each other as we have wanted to for too long now. As you sit on the edge of the toilet, I get the clippers ready to trim your beautiful pussy. You lean back, relaxed and spread your legs wide open to give me full access. Babe, as I look at you sitting there, I can't hide my excitement. You look at me and we smile at each other. I love it when I see you looking at me...all of me...with that wanting look in your eyes. Oh, how you turn me on.

But, it is time to get down to business. I turn on the clippers in my hand. As you hear the buzz, you begin to squirm and laugh. Then, I kneel down in between your sexy legs to give your kitty a long awaited trim. I love the look on your face as I move in for the first swipe. Gently, I rid your sweet pussy of all the hair that it has been hiding behind for so long. My hand brushes away the now loose hair from around your pussy and I playfully blow on it. You giggle a little and I can't hold back. I have to have a quick lick of your now beautifully clean pussy. Mmmmmm, how I love the way you taste on my tongue. 

Then you tell me it is my turn and I stammer that we didn't say anything about me. But, I know that fair is fair and I want to please my lady so we move to trade places. You take the clippers in hand and I become a little nervous. My face must show it because you reassure me that it is going to be ok. You trim around and under my balls with a close cut. As you continue, I become more relaxed while feeling your tender and caring touch. You have to hold my hard member out away from my belly to trim above it. With a brush of your hand, we are both clean cut and feeling sexy as ever. 

I watch you lean in to sample the results of your work. First, slowly taking the head of my smooth cock into your warm mouth. Then, while looking up with those green eyes, you lick the length of my shaft and softly kiss the tip. I moan my approval, wanting more, but you tell me it is time for our shower. As you bend over to start the water, I sit there admiring your fine ass, beautiful smooth pussy and those wonderful breasts. Wow, am I a lucky man or what??!! 

You turn to smile at me and say that the water is warm and ready for us. Your smile gets bigger seeing me watch you and seeing the look of pleasure on my face. We enter the stream of warm water with a tight hug and kiss. I grab the soap and say that you are first. I turn you so that you are leaning against the wall with your back to me. Lathering up my hands, I start soaping and kneading your back to help you relax whispering in your ear that I am going to give you a shower that you'll never forget. After nibbling your ear lobe, I kiss your neck and pull away to move my soapy hands down your back. Running them up and down, side to side...until I am just above your sexy ass. Wanting me to touch it, you move your ass out towards me. But, I tell you not yet as I kneel down and have you bend your leg so that I can soap your feet. Rubbing and massaging them as you become more and more relaxed from the warmth of the shower and the gentleness of my touch. I move up your legs. First, one and then the other, stopping just before I touch your sweet naked pussy. Running my hands between your legs against your inner thighs, I steal a moment to watch water run down your back, between the cheeks of your ass until I can see the mingling of soap water and your sweet sweet nectar that I want to sample so bad. 

But, I know that my job is not done yet so I stand up and hold your hot, slick body close. Rapping my arms around you, soap in hand, kissing your neck and ear. You lean your head back onto my shoulder and I run my soapy hands over and around your beautiful breasts. Then, I move my hands down your tummy until my finger find the top of your soft, trimmed bush. You whisper to me to touch you and I can't hold back any longer. Ever so slowly, first with one hand and then the other, I move down and part your sweet hairless lips. Hearing your moans of pleasure makes me want to feel you more. As I hold your slick wam body close to mine, I start to move my hands one at a time farther between your legs. You can feel my fingers almost touch your ass hole before they move out again to cross your clit and then my hands move back. Feeling the movement of my hands and my hot hard cock slipping back and forth right above your ass, you want to turn towards me but I stop you. I let you turn just enough for a deep wet and passionate kiss. Then I tell you that I want to feel you climax while I'm holding your right here. My hands move over you again until I feel you go over the edge, squirming and moaning in my arms. Knowing that I'm giving you so much pleasure, I nearly lose control of myself. 

After, you turn and we kiss so softly, running our hands over each other's warm wet bodies. You tell me it is my turn. Then you......

.....will have to write the rest because I don't know what you have in store for me darling. I hope you like this story. It is but one way to enjoy a shower together. Karen, maybe you can think of some others. (And tell me about them!!!!) Lustfully yours, DJ



Wet: A Tale of Desperation



Grace fumbled with her purse, growing visibly more agitated by the moment. Where were those little fuckers? Instantly, a flash image of the keys she so desperately needed came to her - a punch to the gut as she realized: the keys were on the seat of the bus. She'd placed them on the empty seat next to her as she had dug for change for the newspaper machine outside the bus stop. 

Shit. 

Her bladder throbbed, giving her the reminder she definitely didn't need at that moment that time was of the essence. A sharp, sweet niggle rolled down from her bladder to its exit; an almost painful, pleasurable feeling. 

Without wasting another moment, her normally hesitant and polite knock was nowhere to be found as she pounded on the door. 

God, I hope he's not getting high. That sounded like a cop knock. 

The seconds crept by, seemingly turning to hours as she waited for the door to yield. 

"Robert! Let me in! Please!" Her voice cracked. I can't take this anymore! 

She almost dropped her purse as the genius smacked her in the face. CALL HIM. 

Her heart dropped as she realized this smart phone was as dumb as - and about as good as - a brick. Dead. 

Grace whirled around, frantically searching for another way in. Her eyes met with an open window. On the second floor. Her foot found the sill on the first floor window. She reached for the sill directly above her, her fingers scraping the cement ledge a few times before she felt she had a steady hoist. 

Grunting, she evenly divided her attention between the strain of pulling herself up and making sure her pelvic muscles were firmly clamped shut. Grace's elbows pistoned as she worked to swing herself up. Swearing profanely, a stabbing, then ripping pain tore through her thigh and she lost her grip. 

The three seconds she hung suspended from the nail clawing through her jeans ticked by cruelly, her vision blurring when the ground (now flying dizzyingly above her head) came crashing into her shoulder before slamming into her head. 

The sky is falling! She thought in that delirious, hazy moment before passing out. 

Grace awoke to a blinding light. Squinting, she struggled to sit up and was met with a stern voice. 

"Stay seated ma'am. You fell while breaking into this place. Don't worry, we have the best doctors in the Orange County Jail System." The light dove to the ground, illuminating the automatic lawn sprinkler she'd narrowly missed impaling herself on before he clicked his flashlight off. 

She blinked repeatedly, trying to steading her swimming head while clearing the spots from her eyes. Breaking in? 

A police officer faded into view. His sneer was not encouraging. 

"You're mistaken, officer! I live here. I forgot my keys and -" 

"That's enough. I know who lives here, and he lives alone." The officer shook his head, muttering, "Fuckin' stoner." 

He hoisted her up by her elbow, wrenching her shoulder in the process. Well, at least now she wasn't thinking about having to - 

"Officer, please! Listen to me... I sincerely left my keys on the bus. I tried calling my roommate, but my phone is dead. Please, if you call him, he'll vouch for me. I just -" she blushed, but there was no avoiding the embarrassing truth - "I desperately need to use my restroom!" 

"Watch your head. And the seats are hot; July and all - so watch that bare ass." 

Grace's mouth opened and shut a few times, trying to understand before the makeshift flag of her pants anchored to the brick wall floating in the breeze clued her in. Her thong offered no protection before the searing heat of the leather upholstery made her yelp in surprise. Before she knew it, the officer was behind the wheel. He started the cruiser, sizing her up before shifting the machine into gear. The car rolled silently into the night. 

Grace squirmed, begging the officer - Yates, yes, that was his name - relentlessly. Her pleas were met with his hard stare in the rear view mirror. 

Yates turned onto a side street and killed the engine. He turned around in his seat, arm hugging the passenger seat head rest. His eyes glinted, and it was then that Grace knew this man had another plan for her. 

"Tell you what, kid. Its been a long night, and that fuckin' paperwork they'll have for me at the precinct for picking you up is a bitch." He popped his door open and did the same for hers. "Come with me." 

Grace froze, terrified. 

Her feet met the pavement, but Grace steeled herself to the seat, her body rigid. He dangled his cuffs in front of her and the sound they made as they clanked together snapped Grace out of her daze. 

"I don't understand. Please, just call my room mate!" 

"I don't need to talk to that degenerate. Not like I'd believe him anyway. Shady son of a bitch. Nah, here's what we're gonna do. Your ass is already out, so lets even things up. If I can see those perky tits of yours, I'll call things even." 

He wasn't kidding. Grace's head reeled. She weighed the alternatives silently as his gaze grew more impatient. Her hands shook and her fingers fumbled for the top button of her blouse. As her shirt bared more and more of her chest and tummy, she steadied her thoughts and decided that anything was better than pissing herself in public. She didn't need to add insult to injury; going to jail after pissing herself. 

Yates grunted his approval as her shirt fell onto the seat behind her. She caught his stare and begged with her eyes, but he wasn't budging. He motioned impatiently and she nodded, tears rimming her eyes as the clasp on her bra gave way. Shame and embarrassment flooded her as she tightened her kegels with superhuman strength. 

The need to urinate was consuming her. She imagined herself in her bathroom, her beautiful bathroom, escaping this nightmare. Even the thought of that cold seat was enough to make her shiver with anticipation. The silky fabric of her bra slid down her thigh and landed with a soft puff to the concrete. 

Yates mistakenly equated her shudder with the cool air, his eyes locking on to her rock hard nipples. He wet his lips with his tongue, eyes raking over her. 

"Yeah, its a bit chilly, huh baby? I've decided those panties need to go." He snapped his fingers at her; the shame and degradation was too much to bear. He was ordering her around and treating her like a subservient animal! 

Something inside her snapped, her vision tunneling as she shot to her feet. Yates stumbled back, surprised. The handcuffs clattered to the ground. 

"You can't do that!" She bent to pick up her bra. His hand darted out and grasped her wrist firmly. 

"I can do whatever I want, sweet cheeks. Now take off those panties or you're going to jail. And I can guarantee you that being nude in public will just add more to your B and E charge." Grace didn't doubt that Yates wasn't above setting her up. The threat was real.

Grace grunted, pulling her wrist free from his grip. The cuffs went skittering across the pavement and under the car with a well-aimed kick. She pushed past Yates, her arms crossed across her bare chest and ran. 

Where am I? Grace looked around as she fled and realized she was downtown - just six blocks from home! With the sun completely set now and the moon behind a haze of rain clouds, the darkness swallowed everything. Even the harmless, comforting things she was used to observing from the safety of her bus seat were made to look frightening and ominous. 

How had this day turned so bad so fast? Work was great; Grace had always loved her job. and the ride home on the bus was next to empty. She always looked forward to crawling into her own wandering thoughts, lost in the soothing rhythm of the diesel engine's rumble and the air brakes' sigh. 

What am I going to do when I do get home? Squeezing her thighs together, it was all she could do not to waddle down Arbor Street. Any attention was unwanted attention now. She willingly acknowledged that she wasn't bad to look at. The shame and mortification came from the unrelenting pressure throbbing slowly to a crescendo of almost orgasmic proportions. 

Grace ducked behind a shrub wall as the search light of the dirty cop's cruiser angled her way. The beam washed over where she had been just a second before. The deep sigh of relief that followed caused a wave of almost unbearable pressure and she unconsciously gripped the V between her legs, tugging on the fabric of her panties. 

Swaying and panting, Grace's desperate moans evolved into a grunt with each vibration seemingly rattling up her legs. The sensation caused a cry akin to the sound she made when on the edge of climax to burst past her lips. Now with her left hand firmly over her mouth to prevent any more outbursts and her right arm hugging around her chest, her eyes widened as her building rose into view. 

Oh, God. I'm going to make it. I can't take this torture anymore! Grace stumbled almost blindly now toward home. Her bladder bounced like a dangerously overfilled water balloon, causing her vision to wax and wane to the beat of her footsteps. 

Completely consumed now with the weight of her bladder, she climbed the stairs to the building. Those 8 steps compared to her now as the side of Everest. Every seven inch gain to her door brought the reality she was not ready to accept trying to ram through reality's door. 

Robert's car pulled in the drive. Grace shrieked with a mixture of delight, urgency, and pain. Time slowed to an almost dead halt as he trudged up the stairs with his paper bag of munchies. He stopped on the stair before the landing, not noticing Grace's presence, let alone her near-nude, writhing figure. Muttering to himself, he dug first in one pocket, then another before drawing out the key to the front door. 

Grace whimpered behind her hand and Robert's red-rimmed eyes fell on her, slowly drinking in the sight. His eyes met hers and at that, Grace's body committed the ultimate betrayal seconded only by death. A mixture of relief and horror instantly seared into her face and her stare dropped to the floor at her feet; the shame was too great to acknowledge his witness right now. 

The heat and wetness of her nightmare at first trickled slowly down her clenched thighs after soaking through her thin white thong. Without warning, the flood gates burst and the puddle that grew around her feet washed outward in a pool of amber glass. 

Grace moaned in the ecstasy everyone has experienced at least once in their lifetime; the heavenly release of finally making it to that icy porcelain after a long car trip or business meeting. 

Her arms gave out, falling to her sides limply. A sob fell wetly from her trembling mouth; she could almost feel it mixing coolly with the hot wading pool on the hard wood landing. Her exposed breasts heaved as she slowly soaked in the impossible reality of what was happening. 

Grace stood slumped, defeated, and numb. 

With a silence teeming with revulsion, pity, and dumb awe, Robert unlocked the door and walked inside, leaving her standing shamefully on the porch. The door slammed behind him and Grace was alone in the dark. The trail her urine had followed down her legs began cooling rapidly, beading on her smooth skin. 

Grace shivered, the scent of urine penetrating every sense. Shuffling to the door, Grace turned the knob. 

But it was locked.



Wet Adventures



My name is Esta and I work for a wonderful lady called Molly. I keep her house and affairs in order and look after things for her generally, but particularly when she is away on business. This happens a couple of times a month and my story is about what happened to me one of those occasions.

I ought to tell you a little about Molly and I before I begin. Molly is a successful business woman working in the field of software consultancy. She hires herself out to companies who want an expert to tweak their internal computer systems to make them function more effectively. She is tall, dark and always very elegant.

I'm 30 years old, slim, blonde -- at the moment - and have a happy outgoing manner. I also happen to be be quite switched on and manage Molly's affairs very well which is, I hope, why I got the job in the first place.

So, on with the story. Molly had been away for a couple of days when I received a text from her telling me that she was returning sooner than previously planned. She asked that I arrange her favourite Chinese meal for approximately 8 O'clock that night and to have a bath ready almost immediately after.

Both of these things were simple, but the first required that I contact the local Chinese restaurant and arrange for them to prepare Molly's meal so that I could collect it 15 minutes before she was ready to eat. They were perfectly happy with this arrangement, having done it many times before.

I decided to call in at the restaurant that afternoon as I had some other tasks to complete in town and it would save me making a call later.

I walked into the restaurant and met Suzie for the first time. She was of oriental descent, small and slim, but with exquisite curves, beautiful lips and very long, shiny, silky dark hair. She smiled at me as I walked in.

"Hello, my name is Suzie..what can I do for you?" said the goddess I was looking.

I struggled with a dry throat briefly before gathering my senses and announced, "Hi, I'm Esta, I'm here to arrange an order for collection later today."

Suzie smiled at me as I first explained what the arrangements were and then she began to take my order. As she was writing everything done I felt my pulse quicken as I watched her. She was most definitely my type! She looked up and noticed me staring.

"Is everything OK?" she asked, tilting her head to one side slightly.

"Yes, thank you." I managed.

She continued with her tasking of writing the order down and establishing the cost. As she was doing this I decided to be brave.

"You're new here aren't you Suzie?" I asked.

"Yes, I've been working in the restaurant a couple of weeks," she told me, "It's owned by my Uncle."

"I haven't noticed you around," I ventured, "do you live locally?"

"I've just moved into the area so I haven't been out much," she told me.

"Oh, that's a shame, if ever you need someone to show you around the town, I'd be delighted to help" I told her. And, knowing that the restaurant was closed in the late afternoon, I decided to really push my luck. "In fact Suzie, if you're free this afternoon I could give you a whistle stop tour."

She smiled warmly and told me, "Yes, that would be great...where can I meet you?"

"Don't worry about that, I'll come by the restaurant when it closes and pick you up."

We exchanged a few more pleasantries, I paid for Molly's meal and said goodbye. As I left the restaurant I couldn't believe I'd been so lucky as to get her agree to see me that very day. I would have to dash home and freshen up after I finished my other duties before coming back to collect Suzie

The day flew by and I soon found myself in my rooms (in Molly's rather grand house) preparing to go and collect Suzie I'd decided that I shouldn't do anything too fancy because she would likely be wearing clothes she'd gone to work in and so settled on a shower before dressing in in pale blue designer jeans, high-heeled knee length laced boots and a white blouse...very casual, but good I thought as I admired my reflection.

Of course I'd considered the possibility that I'd succeed in my goal of seducing Suzie and so had also put on a very tight pair of hugging silk white panties with tie sides...all the easier for her to unveil me and a matching bra....completely non-supporting, but very good to look at should the need arise.

I took care over my make-up and with a final self admiring glance in the hall mirror I set off. I took my little car thinking I could give her a tour and still have plenty of time for a drink and a bite to eat and "afters" might just be possible before I had to get ready to meet Molly.

I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later and parked outside. I was just going to go in and announce my arrival when Suzie opened the restaurant door and with a quick wave in my direction she practically skipped across to the car and got in. Straight away I asked her if she'd like to go back to my place and get changed or freshen up and she said yes, that would be great.

So, minutes later, I'm telling her where the bathroom is and she's saying, "Wow! What a place." And I'm telling her it isn't mine as she trots off in the direction of the bathroom. I shout to her, "Would you like a drink?" and there's a muffled reply, "Yes, please".

Some minutes later, I'm wondering how much longer she'll be. 5 minutes more and I really want to know what she's up to. Another 5 minutes and I'm outside the bathroom door. I knock gently and ask, "Is everything OK in there?" Nothing, so I ask again, "Is everything OK? Suzie, talk to me hon'." I wait a while and just as I'm beginning to get worried there comes a sad sounding voice, "I'm having problems with the zip on my jeans and I'm desperate...I'm going to need help." 

"That's OK, let me in and we'll soon have it sorted."

The lock clicks and the door begins to open. Suzie is standing legs crossed, doubled over and with the button undone at the top of her jeans. I quickly enter and say lets have a look....I kneel in front of her and she reluctantly moves her hands so that I can see. I begin to tug at the zip but obviously it is well stuck. Remembering a trick that my mother shared I get some soap and run it along the length of the zip and apply a little water applied from the tip of my finger. After a little more tugging up and down, it very soon undoes and I announce, "Hey Presto!"

No sooner have I done this than Suzie tugs her jeans down and I catch a sight of a pair of tiny red panties stretched taught across her mound which immediately begin to darken as she starts to pee, standing right there in the middle of Molly's bathroom!  

I panic...I look left and right...what should I do, Molly will be home soon. As my mind races with the horrors of what will become of me should Molly find such a scene, Suzie reaches forward and takes my head in her hands and pulls my face towards her sex. I am mesmerized as she continues to release a steady stream of pee which I can see it clearly bubbling from beneath the red silk. I find myself fascinated, lost in my own spiralling and spinning thoughts as she pulls my head closer and I realise she wants me to touch her.

I am hesitant, but the doubt I feel is sufficient to enable her to force my face against her wet warmness. My lips touch her panties and I can smell and taste her immediately. She lets out a tiny gasp. I can clearly see the outline of her lips beneath the thin material....it is a delightful sight. I press my lips against the silk and probe her lips through the silk with my tongue. I can feel the liquid escaping from her running against my chin and dripping to the floor. The sexual hotness I feel within me is beyond anything I've ever experienced.

I reach up with one hand and slide her panties to one side, just in time to see Suzie force the last little drop from her. Her lips glisten and beckon to me. They are engorged with passion and excitement. I look upwards and see her gazing down at me...a look of complete calm and bliss upon her fantastic olive skin.

And suddenly, everything is lost, from downstairs there is the unmistakable cry of, "Esta, it's Molly, I'm home!"

To be continued...



Wet Afternoon



Sitting on the couch, facing one another, they chatted about work, movies and other things that make up the small talk that constitutes light conversation. The sexual tension was undeniable however. As she shifted in her seat, he caught a quick glance between her legs. This didn't go unnoticed by her, and she scolded him playfully. He could feel himself already starting to become hard, and she must have sensed his arousal, or simply noticed the increasing bulge in his shorts. 

She laid back and lifted her dress to show off her satin pink panties. The seam went right up the middle of her crotch, directly across her clit. If she moved her thighs in just the right direction, the seam would rub back and forth across her clit. She loved wearing these out to stores. Men, who stared at her had no idea how wet her pussy was getting just from walking. 

Without hesitation, he adjusted himself to where he was kneeling beside the couch before placing his mouth only a few inches from her ecstasy. Her actions had gotten the intended result. She was dying for him to start licking her pussy. He took his time, pressing his mouth up against her mound and using his tongue to taste the wetness that was already soaking through her panties. He loved the way she tasted, and gently slid her panties to one side in order to get his first drink of her sweet juice. He slid his tongue along her slit and over her clit, where he stopped for just a moment to suck and swallow. 

The panties were now becoming somewhat of an obstruction, but he wanted to see the bulge that was created from her full lips, so he let them fall back into place. He could now see the wetness that was created from both his saliva and her juice. His cock was now fully erect and straining to get out of his shorts.

She led him into the bedroom, where she removed her dress, allowing him to kneel at her feet as he kissed down and around her stomach. As she got onto the bed, she hesitated in a position that allowed him to view her from behind. He could see the outline of her vagina against the wet panties. The sight was overwhelming, and he buried his mouth into her backside, sliding the panties to the side in order to lick her fully. He sucked her pussy gently before letting his tongue travel upward to her ass, where he continued to lick and probe her tight hole.

She rolled over onto her back just as he lay down on top of her. She could now feel how hard he was as his cock pressed against her stomach. They kissed passionately as their bodies ground against each other. With a few quick movements, they were both naked, and she glanced down to see his fully erect cock pointed directly at her now dripping wet pussy.

She could feel her juices running down the crack of her ass onto the bed, as she anticipated the feeling of initial penetration. Guiding the head of his cock between her lips, he pushed forward, sinking his shaft up to the balls. She spread her legs farther, bringing her knees up to her chest and allowing him to thrust in deeper. Holding himself above her in a plank position, he watched as his cock slide in and out. "I want you to lick my pussy again", she said softly. He was happy to oblige, and immediately went to work between her legs. Cream was already oozing from her hole, which he hungrily devoured as he focused in on her clit. She spread her lips to provide better access to her swollen button. Flicking his tongue ever so slightly and gently sucking brought her back to a fever pitch. 

She needed his cock inside her again. This time, as he thrust in and out, she vigorously massaged her now swollen clit while imagining the cum that would fill her pussy. The thought of it turned her on even more, and she clawed his back and arched her hips to allow for the head of his cock to hit against her g spot. His thrusting became quicker as he neared orgasm, and she felt the muscles in her vagina contract around his stiff rod. She was losing control, but didn't care, allowing herself to squirt. The liquid gushed out from both sides of her vagina, spraying onto his thighs. The feeling of her hot juice on his cock was too much to take as he felt the first wave of orgasm. 

Pulling out, he knelt over her as she watched his hand stroke his glistening prick. He squeezed the shaft as the first load of white cream shot out, landing just above her clitoris. She enjoyed the hot sensation just as the second load covered her pussy. Immediately, he went down between her legs, sucking her clit while his fingers pushed cum into her waiting hole. She exploded in orgasm. The thought of him licking cum from her pussy was an incredible turn on. It was dirty and taboo which made it all the better. She tightened her thigh muscles and let it happen. Her quivering followed by a content sigh, let him know she was done for now, and he took his place beside her on the bed as they lay wet and exhausted with not a care in the world.



Wet ~ Again



To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne



I dove under the pool of water as you came towards me playing tag. The water felt wonderful as it bubbled up around us. We had the pool to ourselves and were surrounded by lush wilderness. It was beautiful and I looked up at the waterfall that fell gently to our secluded pool. This distraction was enough for you to catch me and I laughed as you put your arms around my middle to pull me under. I came back up sputtering, my long hair streaming out behind me. You laughed at me, paybacks were such a bitch but I had to learn the hard way. I looked at you with murder in my eye as I dove after you.

Around and around we swam in our tropical paradise, playing, touching, enjoying. We were the only ones around for miles, we had heard of this particular pool and it's heavenly waterfall, we had hiked here all dirty and sweaty, the water had looked so cool and inviting. We were certainly the first to ever have this idea of swimming here under the waterfall, at least in our minds, and after showering under it's incredibly strong droplets we were enjoying the luxury of the sun warmed pool. 

As I swam after you for my revenge I got a better idea, I dove under so you couldn't see where I would be attacking from, or when. I attacked in a way you hadn't anticipated, I pulled first one string and then quickly the other before you realized I was there. Your bottoms floated away before you could grab them and then I immediately attacked the top. Since I needed air at this point I came up in one smooth flourish and grabbed at the strings holding your top up and as you made a grab I pulled it quickly and effortlessly away. I put your top behind me and let it float away from me as I grabbed you to keep you from getting it back. It was delightful to feel your naked body writhing against me trying to get back your swim suit. Our struggles were only half hearted as we giggled uncontrollably at your dilema.

Delightful play though soon turned to something more serious as I realized your lush body in my hands. Trying to hold you back from getting your suit I couldn't help where I grabbed and the struggle soon changed for both of us. Turnabout is fair play and I willingly sacrificed my suit to your fingers as I played with your nipples and breasts and then reached down between your legs. I could tell the difference of your body fluids, they were were thicker and warmer than the water that surrounded us. Kissing you I fenced with your tongue as we both tried to gain dominance in this instance. My squeezing your ass closer, to place our pussy's together, to rub sinuously, decided it for you, you needed, you wanted what I had to offer. Slowly I let you flow back on your back as I kissed my way down your buoyant body. Your breasts looked like two obscene buoys as you floated there but I didn't mind as I was licking and nipping at their red hued tips. Your hand encouraged me by capturing the back of my head and pressing against it to hold me in place, to tell me without words that you wanted what I as doing to you.

My one hand effortlessly held you up in the water, firmly holding an ass cheek, squeezing it, massaging it. Fingers slipped between the twin cracks to rub and press between them. Your breath caught but you concentrated on the feelings I was causing you, in you. I could see that your skin was reacting to what I was doing, light goosebumps were raised all over from what I could see. Slowly I maneuvered your floating body as I pulled myself between your legs I could see my hand had been holding you just right, your pussy was beautifully exposed to the elements, to me. It was neatly trimmed and aching to be loved by my lips and tongue. I wasn't going to leave you waiting long. My one hand continued to hold you up in the water but my other reached up to those red tipped buoys and played as my mouth dove between your outstretched legs.

Carefully so that you wouldn't go under the water you arched as much as gravity and other spacial distortions would allow. My mouth, my lips, my tongue began to lightly play on the exposed clit that rose up to greet me. I desperately wanted to plunge inside but had to be careful to support you in the water. I maneuvered my hand so that two fingers could go along the crack and still my arm and the rest of my hand held up part of your ass cheek. The two I had freed up lightly tickled along the slit, one headed for your rosebud, rubbing along it's puckered tightness, the other slipped inside to your open orifice and helped me increase your excitement. I couldn't thrust hard or very deep or the relative weightlessness of the water would be disturbed and you would go under in a sputter of water and ruin what was proving to be a very sensual moment. The light teasing of my fingers, my lips and my tongue were driving you mad but the excitement of making love in a pool of water under a waterfall, bubbles popping around us and coming up to lightly tickle your ass and other body parts as you lay there in the water exposed was proving to be something you had never experienced before.

I kept up this light teasing, knowing that any harder you would go under. The combination was driving you mad (short drive I know). You wanted it harder, you craved it harder, and yet the sweetness of it was having it's effect. I suddenly grabbed your hips with both hands to prevent you going under as you convulsed in an orgasm. I smiled as I watched you try to prolong it but the balance was thrown off and I held you up as long as I could. Nature is a bitch though and the water won. You came up sputtering and laughing in joy at what you had just experienced. I smiled even wider as you threw your arms around my neck to hug me close and kissed me in appreciation of what I had caused in your body. It was light, it was erotic, and it served a very delightful purpose. I thought perhaps you were going to say something really prophetic as your lips reached to my ear.

"Can you help me find my swim suit?" you whispered and I laughed joyfully.

We searched for what seemed like eons and found first my top and your bottom and finally after a very long time and numerous 'distractions' since we were both naked, the other pieces. The water was churned constantly from the waterfall and it's bubbles, and here farther away while it still contained bubbles it wasn't as violent as closer to the falls themselves, but it was dark. There was almost no current and also no light in the water or around the water, only from the direct sunlight from above in the canopy. Finding dark colored clothing hadn't been an easy accomplishment.

As I went to put on my suit figuring we were done and should head back I felt a hand on my arm as you turned me around and whispered "your turn" before your fingers took my suit from my hands and threw both of the suits near the edge of the pool and you attacked me. Here I was, perfectly innocent, assisting you in the search for your missing suit, regardless of the fact that it was because of me that it WAS missing, and you attacked me, I should be affronted by your molestation. I took it like a woman should, I'm proud to say, I didn't JUST take it lying down, let's face it, a woman has to do what a woman has to do. Fingers thrust inside of me and immediately my legs wrapped around your torso. The water was deep enough and buoyant that you couldn't feel my weight but my spread legs allowed you to plunge deeply and I threw my head back in supplication. You took advantage of it to kiss along my neck and suck on my earlobe. It drove me crazy, the sensations were incredible. Your warm lips and tongue against the coolness of the water, the heat of the tropical sun, the total openess of where we were, anyone could come upon us at anytime. I felt the need to hurry. We couldn't possibly be the only ones who had used this pool, who had hiked the distance to find it. We couldn't keep it to ourselves.

I ground against one, two, and then three fingers. Your other hand came up to my breast and squeezed and massaged the erect orbs and then pinched and tweaked the erect nipples. Were they erect from my arousal or from the cold of the water? Who cared, they were standing at attention for your attention. My delight in the afternoon and what I had done to you added to my excitement and I was soon dancing on your fingers with my hips gyrating to a primitive dance. I flung my head farther back and barely you kept me from going under the water. My long hair floated behind me as I gasped out my need.

"Oh, Oh, OHhhh" I moaned loudly. You smiled as you watched my nipples become harder at the moment of my ecstasy. I was so easy to read. The warmth from between my legs was apparent despite the cold water immediately washing it away. It took several seconds of intense and deep breathing for me to slowly straighten up and your fingers fell reluctantly from my body. My legs slowly fell from your hips as I stood up on my own two wobbly feet. You held me close in a mutual hug as we closed our eyes and just FELT the moment. 

When we opened our eyes and began to look about us we realized how wet we truly had become, we were pruny. Smiling we began to pull ourselves out of the pool and lay out on the grassy edge totally naked to the mid-day sun which dried us rapidly. It was decadent, it was beautiful, it was tropical, and it was our secret place, that is until someone else discovers our waterfall and pool. I wonder if anyone else got as wet as we did here...



~The End~ K'Anne ;-P



Wet and Hard



This is a true story. It was my first time to have a cock in my mouth, but it would not be the last time. Thank you to a dear friend for bringing this event back to the forefront of my memories.

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In college I dated a guy studying to be a physical therapist. We met through mutual friends at school. Chris was a few years older than I was and had his own apartment not far from school. Caucasian, 5'10"ish, brown hair, light brown eyes, muscular but not overly so. Chris was a great guy, funny, smart, top of his class and well-liked by his peers and professors. He was born and raised Catholic, but had baggage because his parents ended up getting a nasty divorce when Chris was in high school.

Chris also had some different ideas about met and about our relationship. For instance, he was always amazed that I knew how to do things like cook, pay bills, be organized, etc. He figured that because I still lived at home, I was very spoiled and had my parents do everything for me. He was also very particular about the two of us sharing expenses, down to the penny. I remember we traveled about two hours away one weekend, and he had me write down everything that was spent, down to the tolls we had to pay. This was so we could share the cost equally. I wasn't bothered too much by all of this. Chris was a nice guy and I liked him a lot. Plus, later on I thought I could "fix" things and we'd be fine.

Chris and I had been dating for several months. We liked going to movies, taking long walks on the beach, going to museums, cooking at his apartment. All in all, it was great. Chris was also a great kisser, and I love great kisses. His kisses tended to override the now and then doubts I would have about our relationship. Those kisses literally made me weak in the knees. He always started out kissing me softly on the mouth, and then his lips eventually parted. His probing tongue would seek mine out and, having found it, would caress it gently till I moaned and wanted more. His hot tongue flicking my lips, then pulling back and giving me soft kisses again would drive me crazy! While we kissed he did other things that drove me to the edge as well. Things like running his fingers through my hair, softly kissing my neck, gently caressing my face, rubbing my back, holding me tightly, or running his thumbs lightly over my nipples through my clothes.

After a delicious dinner one evening, we are making out on the sofa at Chris's apartment. This particular night, for some reason, we were very passionate. Kissing was very erotic, breathing was hot and heavy, our hands were everywhere. We had shed most of our clothes and Chris was just in his black boxer briefs, while I was down to my black bra edged with lace and matching panties. I was sitting on his lap while we were making out and his erection was so big and hard between my legs, it rubbed against the wetness that was seeping from my pussy. He was giving me those kisses that I loved, the soft ones with the teasing tongue. Chris loved when I gently licked his lips because that made him open his mouth slightly and allow my tongue inside to find his and touch it with mine and lick it. He then undid my bra, put his hands under it and started rubbing my nipples softly with his thumbs. This was the first time he had actually touched that part of my skin. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, while I closed my eyes and enjoyed the heat from his hands to my tits.

Chris slid off my bra and whispered, "Can I lick your nipples?"

"Oh, yes please," I replied softly. Chris had never put his lips on anything other than my own mouth, so the anticipation was making my breathing shallow.

He licked one nipple while he palmed the other gently. I really thought I was going to come right then. My panties were completely soaked and I swear my pussy was going to start throbbing any second. Then Chris slowly licked across to my other nipple and licked that one and sucked it, while he palmed the first one. I rubbed myself harder against his rock hard erection and wanted him inside me. His mouth traveled from my nipple up to my neck. He put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I want you to suck my dick."

All of a sudden time stopped. The anticipation I had felt started to wane. Suck his dick? I had never done that. I had been fucked several times, stroked a huge dick till it came in my hand, had my pussy licked till it dripped and throbbed—but had never given a man a blow job. And now it was time. What to do? What to say?

Chris looked into my eyes and saw my hesitation. He smiled the smile that made my belly flutter and asked, "You haven't done it before, have you?"

I shook my head and stared back at him. "No, and I'm nervous and worried. What if I don't do it right? What if I hurt you? And what if I gag? I have a huge gag reflex and I know it's not sexy. You want me to swallow, right?

Chris slowly ran his fingers through my hair. Then he kissed me and quietly said, "I'll be gentle with you. Yes, I want you to swallow my come. So sexy to watch you swallow while I fuck your mouth and feel myself explode down your throat. But I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do." As Chris said that, he brought my hand down to his huge cock and had me stroke it up and down. It was extremely stiff and so sexy to touch. It was hard to think straight as I touched him because he started licking my nipples again and all I could do was moan and feel my breathing quicken. 

I put my hands on either side of Chris's face and brought his mouth to mine. I kissed him hard on the mouth, parted his lips with mine and felt his tongue shoot into my mouth. I sucked it hard, making him moan loudly. I pulled away from him, got up, took his hand in mine as he got up off the sofa. "Let's go," I said, and I led him to the bathroom. "I want to shower with you," I told him. Chris smiled and tugged my black panties down, then proceeded to step out of his black boxer briefs. He walked into the huge shower and turned on the water. His erection was still out there, waiting for me. He held out his hand to me and I took it, stepped in and under the warm, flowing water. The anticipation was turning me on so much, I couldn't tell if the wetness between my legs was from my pussy or from the shower. I slid a finger down to touch my outer pussy lips then slid the finger into my mouth. Mmmm, it was definitely from my pussy. 

Getting the slippery soap from the dish, I soaped Chris's back and shoulders, working my way down to his ass, lingered between his cheeks and getting it soapy, down the back of muscular thighs and legs. I let my hard nipples graze his back while I stood behind him. He then turned to face me and kissed me again while we stood under the water. I soaped his neck and chest, his waist and hips, the front of his thighs and legs, carefully avoiding contact, for now, with his huge cock. Working my way back up his thighs, I carefully parted his legs, gently soaped his balls and made him even harder when I ran the soap underneath, and then on top of, his stiff dick.

"My turn," Chris said, holding his hand out for the soap.

I shook my head, "Nope. I'll soap myself, thank you. You can watch." I gestured to the wooden stool that stood in the corner of the shower.

Chris walked over and sat down. "Fine, but don't rush. I want to watch you touch yourself."

Taking the soap, I worked up a thick lather on my chest. Moving the lather down, I slowly caressed underneath my tits and cupped them while keeping my eyes on Chris. I moved my fingers up to my nipples and tugged them gently, making them stiff. He reached out to touch one of them and I backed up, shaking my head. Moving more of the lather down, I washed my belly and my hips. I turned my back to Chris, worked up more lather and reached around to wash my ass. I bent over slightly so I could soap between my cheeks. Proceeding further down, I washed my thighs and legs, front and back. Hearing Chris moan, I turned to face him and he had begun to stroke himself while watching me. I leaned towards him and licked his lips and his tongue, which he slipped out of his mouth. 

Taking my soapy hands, I washed my smooth mound and spread my feet apart a little farther. I slipped my hands between my legs and washed my pussy lips, gently running my hand along my protruding clit. I wanted to come so badly. I wanted to feel my pussy throb as it explodes. I looked at Chris as he sat on the stool continuing to move his hand up and down his stiffness. I wanted to have his huge cock in my mouth. The idea of his stiff penis on my tongue was making me have that fluttering in my belly again. It was time.

"Stand up please," I said to Chris. He did as I told him to and came towards me. I kissed him and he held me close as our tongues touched and danced around in our mouths. Heat rose from between my legs and up into my belly. I pulled away from him and sat on the stool. "Tell me what you want," I said, "and be patient with me."

Chris moaned and said, "Kiss the tip of my dick, please." I put my lips at the head of his dick and kissed it gently. He sucked in his breath and then said, "Kiss it all over." I covered his cock with my kisses while Chris's breath became quicker. "Lick my balls," he said, as the warm water continued to flow over us. I obliged and licked him all over down there. I scooted to the edge of the stool and started to finger around my clit while I licked his balls. "Oohhh," he moaned.

"I want to fuck your mouth now. Put your lips on the tip of my cock again and let me slowly part your lips. I'll go in slowly till I touch the back of your throat." Chris's voice was more ragged now, as if he was struggling to get the words out. I nodded my head and put my lips back at the head of his huge dick. I started to slowly rub my clit and then slid my finger between my pussy lips, which were still soapy. Chris moaned when he saw me touch myself, as he slid his hardness further between my lips. Oh my, the sensation was awesome. As Chris continued to slide his dick into my mouth, I started moving my tongue around and licking it all over. He moaned even louder and when he felt the tip touch the back of my throat, he almost yelled out my name. 

I kept fingering myself and Chris slowly slid his cock out of my mouth and then slowly slid it back in. I was so close to coming, but didn't want to explode yet. So I used both hands to softly squeeze his balls while I had him in my mouth. Chris picked up his pace as he moved in and out of my mouth and I knew he was close. I was worried about his come spraying the back of my throat and gagging. But I really cared about him, so I wanted to make this good for the both of us. Chris's breathing was quicker now and he was pumping my mouth faster and faster. I held onto his ass as he fucked my mouth and as he tensed up, he let out a loud groan as he shot out a huge wad of come into my mouth and down my throat. He kept fucking my mouth and groaned even louder. His come was thick and salty and that, coupled with Chris's largeness in my mouth, activated my gag reflex. But I worked hard to control it, and so it passed. He let out a big sigh, pulled himself out of my mouth and pulled me up to hold me. Chris kissed me a long time and then said, "Thank you, thank you. You are so sexy. Your mouth was awesome on my cock." We held each other for awhile under the water. Then he pulled away, smiled at me and asked, "Now what can I do for you?"

"I want your big dick in my wet pussy so I can explode all around it. I want to ride it, and ride it hard. I want you to make me scream." 

Chris sat on the stool and held his hand out. I took it and he pulled me close to him. He slid his other hand between my legs and felt my slipperiness and slid his hand back and forth between my pussy lips. At the same time, Chris put his mouth on one of my tits and began to suck and flick my nipple. My breath caught in my throat as I felt him slide two fingers into my pussy. I started to moan and ride his fingers. My moaning became louder as his thumb pressed gently on my clit while his fingers fucked me. I was so close, I could feel the very beginning of what was going to be a very intense orgasm. Just when I was ready to go over the edge, Chris pulled his hand out from between my legs and slid his fingers into my mouth. Oh my, I tasted so sexy and delicious. He pulled me to sit on his lap. He moved his cock so that it rubbed my hard clit and a sound from deep in my throat found its way out of my mouth. It was loud and it took me by surprise. Chris then slid his dick further back so that the tip was at the entrance to my hot pussy. I let it slide inside me as I sat on his lap. It was tight, but oh I could feel his huge cock fill me up.

As I moved back and forth on his big dick, the throbbing began. Pulsating waves of pleasure exploded throughout my pussy and all through my body. "Fuck me, fuck me!" I began to scream. I held onto him tightly and rode him hard as Chris pushed his dick all the way in. He started moaning and said, "You're so tight. Your pussy is squeezing my dick so hard." I kept riding until the waves began to ebb and dissipate. Chris held me tightly as my breathing slowed and began to return to normal. I looked at him as I sat on his lap and I was so happy. We smiled at each other and began to kiss. His tongue slipped between my lips and hunted for mine again. I held it back as long as I could, but the desire to feel his tongue on mine was too strong. I flicked it on his teeth and then met his searching tongue and the heat that had been in my belly was now coursing throughout my body. The tips of our tongues continued to touch and lick each other. I felt as if I wanted to suck Chris's tongue right out of his mouth.

Our kisses eventually slowed and our tongues quieted down. Soft kisses were exchanged and then we looked at each other and smiled. "So how was your first time?" Chris asked. 

"I was worried at first, but being with you, having your cock in my mouth and your being gentle and patient with me-it was better than I thought it would be. I didn't need to be anxious. It was such a turn on for me, I kept getting wetter and wetter." I kissed him gently again and then smiled. "Thank you," I said.

Chris smiled back and asked, "Would you do it again for me?"

I took his hand and slid it between my pussy lips to feel my slippery wetness. He moaned and rubbed a finger around my clit while kissing my neck. "What do you think?" I asked.

"Let's get out," Chris said softly. I got up off his lap and opened the shower door. He followed me out and picked up an enormous fluffy towel from a neatly folded stack on the counter. He carefully dried my hair and then proceeded to dry my body. Chris tossed the towel on the floor and picked up another towel and dried himself off, wrapping it around his waist. He wrapped me up in another dry towel and led me to the bedroom. We dropped the towels to the floor and got under the comforter and held each other in the quiet. I drifted off to sleep and was awakened later by soft kisses on my nipples and a hand gently moving back and forth in the wetness between my legs. "It's time," he said.



Wet and Humiliated



"You always say that just the sound of my voice always makes you wet."

"Yes... that's true... Completely true..." she said, leaning forward into the table, she added, "probably more than you can imagine..."

"Even now?"

Still leaning forward, she glanced around the restaurant then softly and shyly answered, "Yes... even now... Sir."

"Although, you have never proven that to me... well, other than in the bedroom. But, I think that's an example that proves nothing." He neatly placed his knife and fork alongside his dinner plate and leaned back against his chair. "I mean, I usually have you hot and bothered long before we even make it into the bedroom. So, I would say that would be a bad example." He paused and straightened the alignment of his knife and fork perpendicular to his edge of the table with the tip of his finger. He looked up and stated, "You could prove it to me."

Her mind flashed back to previous restaurant meals where she was seated next to him. Inevitably, his free hand always found its way into her crotch, either to stroke her pussy lips or drum on her clit concealed between them. And he would finger her for the entire meal. And there were more than a few times she had left a wet-spot on the upholstery of whatever they were sitting on. Merely drawing that thought to mind was already starting to make her face feel hot -- the precursor to an uncontrollable blush he loved to cause. She calmed herself, sighing out nervous tension.

"How could I do that?" she asked, nearly whispering.

"I would think a photograph would be sufficient. In fact... I order you to get up from this table, go into the bathroom and take a photograph of this supposedly wet cunt of yours." He said that so clearly that anyone seated at any of the adjacent tables could have heard his order as clearly as she did from across the table. Her unconscious blush-response was fueled again. She nervously looked around, but there was no sign that what he said was overheard by anyone else.

He continued, "You may even finger yourself, if you think that will help ...But you know my rules. I am giving you my permission to bring yourself right up to the very edge and no further. All your orgasms are mine for the taking -- not yours!"

Nervously clutching her purse, she stood up from the table. She glanced around the restaurant as if everyone else in the restaurant had also heard her order. The beginnings of a faint blush formed on her cheeks, Nobody gave her more than a passing glance as they devoured their expensive steaks, chicken dishes, and desserts. It was only her nervous projections feeding back into her own mind.

He had returned to his steak dinner. Holding the meat with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other, he began to cut. He sliced off a small bite-sized piece and lifted it to his mouth. He began to chew while she nervously stood opposite him, the table between them. After he swallowed, he slowly looked up at her. His eyes caught sight of the short hem of her dress visible above the tablecloth. A small smirk grew on his face as he recalled his long-standing order that all of her dinner dresses were to be short. His gaze traced up her body to lock on her eyes. He raised his eyebrows as if to say, Why are you still standing there? He returned to his meal, sliding a little of the mashed potatoes onto the tip of his fork. She hesitated a moment longer, then turned to cross the dining room. With each step closer to the public bathroom, she could feel her blush intensify.

The bathroom was completely empty and she had her choice of stalls to use. She made her way across the bathroom to the last stall, entered, then latched the door behind her. She leaned back against the door, feeling the breeze from the overhead air-conditioning vent blow down on her. The air rushed down into the top of her dress, through her cleavage. It was helping to calm her flush feeling. Her mind replayed the conversation she had -- the order she had been given... and her blushing response that had started long before she had even entered the bathroom. There wasn't much dress material to "hike up," as he had ordered, but she did so just the same. Her fingers slid down the silk slope of her thong -- another order of his: no panties, only thongs. Her fingers traversed the curve of her shaved skin to rest on her pussy lips that were protected by a thin layer of delicate Persian silk. Her thong was already wet to the touch. She pressed up into her "wet cunt" -- his words echoing in her ears -- splitting her lips with two fingers and pulling forward to cross over her clit. She repeated her strokes, increasing in intensity and speed. Her eyes started to roll back into her head as her body slumped hard against the metal stall door as intense sensations enveloped her, numbing and tingling from her toes to her nipples.

Her concentration was shattered by two old "society" ladies entering the bathroom, cackling about the desserts they just had. No more delays, she thought. She needed to act on her orders. She moved deeper into the stall. She hooked one thumb on her thong and dragged it down her legs. Standing as wide as the elastic would allow, she retrieved her iPhone from her purse. She carefully balanced the purse on the toilet tank and activated the camera app. With one hand, she began to finger her pussy, feeling her juices wick between them up to her knuckle. The sensations were so great that she could feel her eyes begin to roll back into her head again. Quickly, she thought, take the picture! Blurry-eyed and out of focus, she carefully aligned her thumb over the shutter release graphic, then swung the iPhone around her body to focus on her ass from behind.

Click! Click! At full volume, the artificial camera shutter sound echoed against the walls of the stall, bounced off the ceiling and projected into the open air of the bathroom. Realizing what had just happened, an intense blush crossed her pale cheeks. The two old ladies stopped chatting in mid-sentence, not really sure what they had heard. Except for the air rushing in through the air-conditioning vents, the bathroom fell dead silent. Slowly, as if the old ladies would hear, she removed her soaked fingers from her pussy. She reached down and pulled her thong back up, shimmying to settle the elastic over her hips again. Straightening her modest dress again, she unlocked the stall door and stepped out into the bathroom. The two older women cast her a silent, scornful look as she traversed the distance from the last stall to the entryway door.

As she approached the table, he received a text-photo-message. A broad, obvious smirk crossed his face, accompanied with a knowing nod.

In a frail English accent, a feminine voice softly stated, "Pardon me, dear..." She quickly turned to see both old ladies from the bathroom, bent-backed and looming over her.

"You left this in the loo. A lady should never be without her purse! I remember the time when I was visiting the Duchess of York..."

"No, Mildrid! -- that was the time we were in Scotland..." the other one interrupted.

"No... I believe you are mistaken. I distinctly recall..."

As the two old ladies continued to bicker, her faced turned as bright red as the lobster tail dinner she had just eaten.

And she felt completely mortified...



Wet & Soapy



"Strip and follow me." 

How could he even think of protesting, when his Mistress was standing there wrapped in a big fluffy towel? B turned and made sure the front door was securely locked, then hung up his jacket on the coat rack and quickly undressed. He folded his clothes and put them on the bench by the door, with his shoes underneath. When he was finished, he looked to his Mistress only to see her turn and walk away without a word. Then he remembered he was to follow her, and did so, face slightly flushed with embarrassment.

She led him to the bathroom, which was already steamy from the shower. Puzzled, he paused at the door for a second, then stepped in before she noticed how long he was taking. He had never been allowed in the bathroom with Mistress before, this was definitely something new. The air was so steamy, he could barely see in front of him, but then he saw the fluffy towel hit the floor at his feet and he realized that Mistress had stepped into the shower. Startled, he looked up and she said, "Come on, the water's going to get cold." She held the shower door open and beckoned him inside. B took a deep breath and stepped into the shower with his Mistress; she firmly closed the door behind him. 

He had showered in this bathroom on previous visits, and he'd always thought the shower was plenty big enough for at least two people, but he never dreamed that Mistress would even let him watch her intimate cleaning rituals, much less participate. He looked around the shower as if he'd never seen it before, and when he felt cool tile on his butt, he jumped as he realized he'd backed up against the wall. He sneaked a look at his Mistress only to find that she was openly watching him with amusement. "Why so jumpy, B? You've showered here before...this time I just happen to be in here too." B opened his mouth to speak, and Mistress gently touched his lips with a fingertip to stop him. "I decided that you deserved a treat, so here we are. Now, grab that pear body gel and the pouf on the shelf to your right so you can scrub my back for me." 

Mistress stepped into the shower spray and closed her eyes as the water cascaded down her curvy body. B hesitated for a split second, then reached for the gel and what he guessed she meant was the pouf. His mind whirled as he squeezed the gel onto the spongy item and placed the gel back on the shelf. This was totally unlike Mistress...she usually was not so gentle and playful, but he found his body responding to her closeness as always when his cock began to harden. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, then turned so her back was facing him and flipped her long hair over one shoulder. B stepped closer to her and tentatively sponged her back, then applied a little more pressure until suds began to form. Mistress murmured appreciatively, then moved slightly to indicate that he should work on her arms as well.

B could feel his apprehension melting away in the relaxing steam as he continued soaping his Mistress. The pear-scented gel was obviously her favorite, he realized now that she always smelled like it...he had thought it was some sort of perfume. Determined to please her by doing a good job, he bent down to scrub her legs with the sponge as well, then moved back up her body slowly. He reached around to her stomach with the sudsy sponge, and when she didn't protest, he began to clean the front of her body as well. Of course, this put him into even closer contact with her soapy body and suddenly he realized that his hard cock was right at the crack of her shapely ass. Her soapy, slippery ass. B took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the job at hand, but soon realized all that was left to clean were her soft breasts...his brain panicked as he tried to think of anything besides what he was currently doing. At that moment, Mistress turned around and said, "OK, let me rinse off, and then you'll wash my hair." He nodded and just stood there, watching her turning from side to side, rinsing off her body and wetting her hair for the shampoo. The break of contact with her body had calmed him a little, though his erection still felt like a steel bar.

"Find the peppermint shampoo with conditioner on that shelf, please." B turned to the shelf and scanned the bottles until he found the one she requested. He poured a little into his palm while she turned her back to him again, this time with her long auburn hair streaming wetly down her back. He placed the bottle back on the shelf and rubbed his hands together to get shampoo on both of them, then placed his trembling hands on his Mistress' hair. He tried to keep some distance between his cock and her body, but it was difficult as he ran his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp. She was practically purring under his hands, and he felt gratified that he was bringing her pleasure, even as he ached to beg her to let him ease his throbbing dick.

"Time to rinse my hair, let me turn around." Suddenly she was pressed up against him full-length--legs, hips, and breasts crushed against him as he fought to keep his breath under control. He could see the twinkle in her eye that told him she knew exactly what she was doing, and how difficult it was for him. "If you can just hold out a little longer, I promise to give you something extra-special to show my appreciation," Mistress smiled up at B. Once again he nodded, and she grabbed his arm and slid it around her back. "I need you to hold me stable while I rinse my hair, OK?" With that, she arched back into the water while he stood there holding her closely, desperately trying not to think of how he could feel her soft pubic hair and pussy lips against his balls in this position. He managed to keep his footing while she continued rinsing her hair until it squeaked, which seemed like an eternity in his current state.

Finally, she was satisfied with her hair and she straightened herself back up. "Now, turn around, put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs." Reluctantly, he let go of Mistress and moved to do as she said. He could hear her moving and opening things on another shelf and trembled, waiting for whatever she had in store for him. Suddenly she was at his side and spoke softly into his ear, "You were such a good boy, you got your Mistress all nice and clean and you didn't even beg for release! I'm so proud of you!" Dimly he realized that her left hand was on his chest, playing with his nipples, and before he could wonder where the other hand was...he could feel it, gloved and lubed at his asshole. Slowly and carefully, Mistress pushed one finger into his ass as he arched his back and wiggled for more. "You're going to come when I tell you to, but not before, understand?" B groaned but nodded affirmatively, and then clenched his teeth. She slipped a second finger into his ass and he began to quiver. He could feel her other hand moving around on his chest and then lower, lower...he was terrified that his cock would explode if she touched it, and her fingers in his ass felt so good...

Precisely at the moment that her left hand grasped his cock, and her right fingers began massaging his prostate, she whispered into his ear, "Now." B felt like his body had been taken over by an earthquake, as he spurted what seemed like gallons of semen onto his chest and the shower wall. He collapsed against the cool tiles as Mistress slipped her fingers out of his ass and stripped off the rubber glove. She ruffled his hair playfully and said, "Your turn to get cleaned up now...we still have today's lesson to go over," as she handed him the sponge and stepped out of the shower. "Don't take too long." 

As he put more gel on the sponge and began to clean himself, her words sunk in and terror struck his heart...what would she do to him next, now that her playful side had been sated and her sadistic side returned?



Wet & Tempting



He watched her night after night. His lust building with every hour that he observed her, actually he spied on her. Sexy, beautiful. How he wanted her as he admired her long slender legs, pouting red lips, deep hypnotic eyes, and gorgeous curves.

It had started quite innocently when she moved in next door. Although he only watched her at night, never in the daylight hours. Each evening her routine was the same. Lights would come on at dusk. At first he really didn't think much about his new neighbor. But there was something magical about her, drawing him to her that he just couldn't resist, hell... he didn't really want to resist her.

A few nights after her move was when he met her. She had come over to borrow a hammer stating her's had been lost. And every since that night he waited to see her and couldn't wait to get home from work.

He patiently waited for the hour she would appear. He wondered, did she know that I watched her each night. Shaking his head, no, how could she anyway for he was quite careful. There it was! He jumped up as the light came on. His skin was actually becoming clammy at the mere thought of seeing her.

She read his thoughts so easily and smiled. He was in for a little surprise this night. Ahhh how she enjoyed this teasing game as she prepared for the evening's delight.

She didn't close the blinds in her bedroom since the first time she realized he watched her, and wanted her. She was wearing a black silk robe and her long dark hair was piled high on her head. Time to begin her show for him.

He had opened his window a slight bit when he noticed her's was open too. He could now hear soft romantic music billowing out into the night. He watched in such anticipation of watching a suspenseful movie, and excitedly waiting for the next scene. She moved as if floating around the room lighting candles in the bedroom and huge bath, and turned off all the lights except one. Her stage had been set.

He could tell that there was something special for her about tonight. The windows in her bedroom were quite large which only illuminated the candles as the air through the window gently blew the flames.

He was glued to the window now as she sat on the edge of the bed and took the pins from her hair. Ahhhhhhhh so lovely, curly and long. She brushed softly and continued smiling at her reflection in the mirror just knowing she had an audience. She then reached for something and he strained to see what she had in her hand. His eyes widened as he saw her go to her tv, put in a movie and return to the bed. She lie back upon the pile of pillows and again reached for 'something'. His eyes flipped to the tv and was stunned to see what she was watching. A hot and sexy film of two women and one guy; the women pleasuring him. Quickly his eyes went back to her and he was mesmerized as he saw her beginning to rub her own body through the material. Even from where he was he could tell that her nipples were hardened under the ministrations of her fingers roaming all over her body. An ache stirred within him. Yep, this was going to be pure torture tonight.

She laid her head back and watched the movie. He could hear soft moans from her. He was even further surprised when he saw her open her legs revealing a smooth womanly mound, pink wet lips. He nearly fell out of his chair as she began to rub herself and fingers disappeared within her delicate folds.

This is what he had been waiting for, licking his lips in eager anticipation of more. She smiled; she knew he was enjoying this. She continued to tease her wetness and rubbing her nub of desire that was becoming engorged with her heated passions. Time for him stood still as she continued pleasuring herself.

Before he realized what was happening, she had flipped off the movie and rose from the bed opening her robe to let it slide from her shoulders and trailing behind her as she stepped into the tub in the next room. 

By now he had a throbbing ache that cried out to be satisfied. With pleasure he watched her step into the tub full of steaming water. She still had on a tiny white t-shirt that fit like a second skin. What? She was leaving it on? His neck craned even further to watch this spectacle. What did she have planned now?

Hair billowed out around her in the tub as she sunk deeper into the water....all the way to her neck. He could still hear the music softly. She teasingly trailed water over herself, as she would lift one leg, then the other. 

He saw her rise up on her knees and instantly his hard cock threatened to explode. The wet t-shirt outlined her voluptuous breasts and nipples. She was on her knees and flung her wet hair back arching as she did so. The gesture only emphasized her hard nipples more. How he wanted to take those delicacies in his mouth and tease them. He watched as she began to rub her breasts and squeeze her nipples making them even harder.

She reached for something again and his curiosity was peaked even more. 

His phone rang once, twice... 'Damn', he thought... 'what a time for the phone to ring'. Maybe he would ignore it. But the ringing continued unceasingly... until he uttered another few words and went to retrieve the unwelcome caller.

He couldn't believe his ears. "What are you waiting for? Can you not see that I am ready, willing and very able to pleasure you?"

He dropped the phone when he heard her. 'Did he hear her correctly? She knew he watched her? And was waiting on him?' Hot damn, he wasn't turning this opportunity down!

He didn't remember what he said to her as he hurriedly left his house and went to her back door. Surprisingly, it was partially opened for him.

He came through the kitchen and found a tray with a bottle of wine, two glasses, bowl of strawberries (and chocolate of course), and -- a note.

The note read, "As you come through the kitchen please remember to bring this tray of delicacies for us. Second door on the left sweetie."

Smiling he picked up the tray and headed to her bedroom. He could smell the candles. Ahhhhhhhh so sensuous and inviting. He couldn't believe his luck tonight. Stepping into the room he saw her through the open doorway to the bath. She was smiling at him and motioned for him to come in.

As if in a trance, he walked over to her setting the tray down on the small table by the tub. His gaze swept over her, at least what he could see that is and when he looked back up into her dark deep blue eyes, he smiled at her with obvious lust and admiration.

No words were spoken. He poured the wine and handed her a glass. Then he took his and sat down on the edge of the tub, watching, waiting...for her next move. He saw her look over at the strawberries so he picked one up and held it to her lips. His eyes were glued to her lips as her tongue seductively... licked the strawberry... and then she begins to suck on it. The smile in her eyes told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Yet, she still continued to suck and lick the strawberry until finally she ate it and then licked his fingers. 

She rose up out of the water, still wearing the t-shirt. His eyes devoured her as earlier but this was better, a hell of a lot better than just watching from his house. She reached up and rubbed them again for him and smiled when his eyes told her how much he wanted her.

She reached up to unbuckle his pants and slowly unzipped them. That was what he had been waiting for. Quickly he undressed and stepped into the huge tub with her. She reached for both their glasses of wine. He practically gulped his down and then was embarrassed at such hastiness. But damn... she was tempting him sorely. She giggled and refilled his glass and also reached for the bowl of strawberries and chocolate, setting them in easy reach on the side of the tub now.

Her eyes continued to grow even darker. He watched her... as she dipped the strawberry in the chocolate and held it to his lips. Doing as she had done, he too teased her in the same manner, ever watching her eyes as he licked the strawberry, chocolate all over his lips now. She reached up and wiped it with her finger, then sucked on her finger sensuously. She smiled at him, reaching for another strawberry. He watched her rise out of the water. What was she doing now?

She stood before him, the candlelight making the water glisten on her smooth skin even more, beaded water such an aphrodisiac. His anticipation continued to mount as he heard droplets of water fall around her. Her legs were slightly parted as she bent over to kiss his sweet lips, taking her time in licking all the remains of strawberry syrup and chocolate with her tongue... working ever so slowly. He was mesmerized and felt like he was in paradise as this beauty before him continued to shower him with her loving seduction.

She raised one leg on the side of the tub exposing her satiny folds. His eyes locked with her for moment. Then his eyes grew even larger as he watched in amazement. He could hardly believe this....she was actually rubbing the strawberry (dipped in chocolate of course) along her wet pussy lips. Not waiting to see what else she 'may' have done with the strawberry, he eagerly moved even closer to her. 'Mmmmm' he had to taste her sex mingled with the luscious sweet fruit. As he leaned up close to her, she encouraged him with her smile. She felt his breath on her damp skin, felt his tongue licking around the fruit holding it within her delicate folds. He grabbed her firm ass cheeks drawing her closer to him. She held onto his head for support and moaned. "mmmmmmm yes," was all she could say. His tongue licked and sucked on the strawberry... a little at a time. Finally, he had devoured the whole strawberry but continued to lick her, sliding his tongue deeper within her heated flesh, tasting her womanly juices. He nibbled, licked until he felt her begin to quiver. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her as he felt her orgasm. Her knees buckled and he caught her within his arms.

He pulled her on top of him in the water and kissed her passionately. Their tongues danced the age-old rhythm of seductive need as their breathing quickened. Arms entwined, hands feeling each other's body in a desire long denied. She reached for his hard cock...she wanted to taste him, feel his cock in her mouth, and feel his balls with her tongue. As if sensing her urgency, he pulled back, taking her hands and looked deep within her eyes.

"My dear, it is now 'my' turn to tease you....."

With an unexpected movement he stood up lifting her in one quick 'swoosh' from the water and stepped from the tub. He carried her into the bedroom... and to the bed. She smiled up into his eyes sensing that now he would drive her just as insane as she had driven him for the past few weeks. Her heart beat faster with anticipation just as he had done. He looked around the room and his eyes found what he had been searching for. He looked at her and smiled as he walked over to her bureau, picked up two silk ribbons, and came back to the bed. No words spoken, he reached for each of her arms and tied them to the bed-post. He could see the rise and fall of her chest as secured her.

 Then walking back to the bathroom, he picked up the tray and set it by the bed. She watched his silhouette...her lusts mounting just watching his naked masculine form. He came back to the bed and sipped on the wine and held it near her. Taking a strawberry, he dipped it into the wine and held it to her lips. It was her turn to be teased. Her tongue snaked out trying to lick the wine and he laughed softly at her efforts. Again he dipped the strawberry allowing it to drip onto her lips and tongue. Once more dipping it into the wine he held the strawberry over her breasts and watched as one, two, three drops fell upon her peaked hued tips. He couldn't resist, he had to taste the wine mingled with the taste of her. 

 His lips kissed her breasts, licking, until he found her hardened nipple. His tongue swirled around and around as he sucked on his prized object 'mmmmmm' he moaned. She arched against him wanting more of his lips on her. Suddenly... he stopped and once again began his teasing with the wine. He held the strawberry closer to her mouth for her to taste it, devour it. Her eyes were so full of desire... lust... need. His sparkled with knowing...knowing he would take his time this night to fulfill all of her needs as well as his own.

She wondered what he had in mind now as he rose from the bed. She watched as he stood before her and began to rub his cock. He walked around the bed. This was driving her insane to only be able to watch his cock grow harder and harder. Hell, she could even see the pre-cum drops glisten and she licked her lips. He smiled and walked over to the bed and close enough to her to tease her. She wanted to taste him... now. Her body arched trying again to be closer to him. He chuckled at her efforts and moved his cock to her lips. Quickly she licked just the head of his hard cock... enough to taste him.

He smiled and moved away from her and went back to the ice bucket. Picking up a piece of ice, he sat beside of her and held it above her nipples. She gasped at the cold water as it dripped on her skin, water droplets falling down her breasts. She looked into his eyes and saw how much this simple gesture affected him. With each drop she wanted more. His eyes were now full of desire as he began to rub the ice on her breasts and lingered on her nipples. She moaned, arched her back, and moaned more. Then he bent over and took the cold and hard nipple into his warm mouth. The sensation drove her crazy. While he sucked on one nipple, he rubbed ice on the other one. Back and forth he went until she was crying out his name... over and over. 

He was enjoying this teasing game with her. He trailed the ice down the front of her chest... down her stomach... then parted her legs. He ran the ice on the insides of her legs very slowly, letting it drip on her sensual mound. She gasped as he put the ice on her engorged clit holding it there. Ice trickled down between her soft pedals, smooth and already wet with desire. He adored her scent that set his senses reeling. Watching the droplets of water slowly was almost more than he could take. But he would for he was not through teasing her.....not yet.

He looked up into her lust filled eyes, her panting breathes of need. Smiling he gently captured her lips and teased them with light kisses. His tongue traced her upper lip, then the lower lip....so very slowly. Quickly his tongue delved into her mouth. She wanted out of her restraints. She wanted to feel his heated body with her hands, her mouth. But it was not to be, at least....not yet. 

While he continued to kiss her passionately his hand trailed down to one of her breasts... teasing... pinching her nipples. She did not even realize how she was pulling her arms in desperation to be free. But he realized, and knew he was getting her to the point he wanted her to be. He untied her arms while still kissing her. Like magnets her arms were drawn to him. But he roughly grabbed her arms and held them above her head for a moment and looked deep into her eyes. But there was no smile there this time. She recognized instantly that she had pushed him too far.

He pulled her up to her knees. Fear shown in her eyes instantly at his sudden roughness. She had no idea of what to expect. He did not want her afraid and smiled. She realized he was not going to hurt her then. He pulled her up close to him, her breasts and hard nipples against him. Glancing down at her magnificent and well-endowed breasts his eyes became very lustful again.

She was not expecting him to move so quickly to the side of the bed, but he did. And in the process he pulled her with him. With much ease she landed across his legs, her ass in full display for him. He held her wrists together with one hand, and much to her dismay she felt his hand slap her ass hard, quick. She jumped, startled and a tiny sound escaped her lips. She now fully understood what he was up to and started pulling to get away. He laughed as he admired her upturned ass cheeks, the firm roundness. He reached for some oil he found in the bathroom and poured it over her ass, watching it disappear down her legs and smooth pussy. He rubbed it on her smooth skin, sensually. She felt his fingers tracing down to her pussy, pushing her legs slightly apart, and down to her clit.. she gasped and moaned as he pulled slightly on her clit and began to rub it. 

Again unexpectantly he spanked her...but harder this time. She shook her head and tried to get away again. But the harder she tried to move off his lap, the harder his administrations with his hand became. Tears were now streaming down her face and she felt his fingers again working their magic on her delicate folds, sliding inside her warmth, and with it building her desire further making her forget how her ass felt. All she wanted was to fill his cock inside of her....but he had further plans before that ..........

As quickly as he had started with his spanking, enjoying her squirming and her ass becoming redder, he stopped. He really did not want to give her pain...so reaching for the oil once again, he tenderly applied it to her now hot skin. He massaged it all over again watching it trail down her body, especially her ass, and he smiled. Damn but he enjoyed the view.

Releasing her and helping her to stand in front of him, he pulled her toward him and began kissing her body. Her breasts, so full and lovely, ahhhhhh he had to suck those round orbs delicately. She moaned again as she felt his tongue on one nipple, then the other. Back and forth he went between the two. She even began to squeeze and play with her breasts as well.....encouraging him more. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair and pull him closer. He was merciless in his kissing and sucking and even gently biting which only brought sounds of purrs from her.

Who moved first... it did not matter. They were now both on the bed...her mouth eagerly kissing and licking his cock, down to his balls, the inside of his legs. His breath caught each time her mouth engulfed his hard cock deeper and deeper...tasting, devouring him. The sight of such a lovely vixen giving him this much pleasure warmed him greatly. All the teasing she had done to him was worth it. 

Her breathing quickened as she moved around to straddle his face. She had to feel his tongue giving her pleasure too. Both were enjoying the sweetness of each other. The more his tongue licked her flowing juices, delving deep into her pussy, the more she sucked on his cock....harder and deeper. Both moaning as they began their climactic build to release, pure ecstasy.

As she began to scream out with each wave that began to overtake her, he grabbed her even closer... tasting... licking... catching every drop of her sweet nectar which flowed just for him.

He had held off, which had been hard. But he could no longer contain the orgasmic release he felt nearing. He told her to move to the side of him....he wanted to watch her sucking him as he cum. Quickly she moved and continued licking and sucking as she felt him harden even more. As he began to cum, she caught each glistening drop of his cum. Licking him she moaned at her pure enjoyment. He watched her tongue as it sensually licked her own lips... her fingers... one at a time. Her eyes now had the lust filled ecstasy look and he smiled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply.

The candles burned low as they drifted off to sleep.

He was awakened with his cock encased in her warm mouth. 



Wet & Waiting



Dear Mr. Reynolds,

This is Audrey. Audrey Pearson. Your daughter Jenn's friend. The one you tried to teach to play pool, remember? I never did manage to get the ball in the pocket. Not on purpose, anyway. But you were so patient with me. Taking your time, letting me try again and again. We spent most of the afternoon down in you basement.

The reason I'm writing to you, Mr. Reynolds, is... I'm eighteen now. My birthday was last Sunday and I was wondering if you would do something for me. As a belated birthday present. Do you think you could... Would you be interested in... There really is no easy way to ask this but... I want you. I've wanted you for a very long time now. Even before the pool lesson, which only enhanced my feelings for you. I couldn't act on them before and I am having a hard time now.

I'm a virgin, Mr. Reynolds. And I can't tell you how many nights I've laid in bed, touching myself, imagining you fucking me. You are the most beautiful man I have ever met. Your eyes, your mouth, your voice... I get so wet just thinking about you. I'm wet right now, even as I write this letter. My panties are damp and my nipples are hard. I can barely stop myself from pinching them. I wish you were here so you could nibble them for me. Nibble and suck them while you fuck me. Because that's what I want from you. I want you to be my first. To take my cherry. Would you do that for me? Please?

And maybe... you could teach me to suck your cock. I'd like that so much. My clit throbs every time I think about having you in my mouth, sliding you down my throat. I want to taste your thick cock. I know it's thick because I've seen it. Well, the outline of it. The morning after Jenn's Sweet 16 party, when you let some of us sleep over. You were leaning back against the kitchen counter with your eyes closed. Obviously, you didn't see me. But I saw you. Bare-chested, wearing a pair of light grey sweatpants. And there it was. Down your left pant leg. If I'd have an ounce of the boldness I'm showing now, I would have marched up to you and pulled those pants down. So I could get a better look. And maybe even stroke you a little.

Would you have let me stroke your cock? I'd like to think you would have. Especially after that afternoon in your basement when you were teaching me how to shoot. Did you think I didn't feel that? How could I not? Your stiff dick pressed against my ass. My pussy was so wet I was sure you could smell my juices. No wonder I was having trouble shooting straight.

That pool table has played a role in a number of my fantasies. Along with your bed, your kitchen table, the back seat of your car, and the desk in your study. Especially the desk in your study. I come so hard when I think about you bending me over your desk and taking me from behind. My breasts pressed into the hard, smooth wood. My legs spread wide and my ass in the air as you drive deeper and deeper.

I need to be fucked, Mr. Reynolds. By you. I've waited so long and I am so wet. I'm rubbing my clit right now, through my panties. My parents are in the room down the hall, sleeping, and I'm imagining the things we could do if you were to sneak into my bedroom.

I don't hear you come in and you quietly shut the door behind you. You stand over my bed, watching me rub my pussy, smiling when I sigh your name. I have to stay quiet or I'll wake my parents. No one knows that I do this or that I think about you while I do it. Although, I think Jenn suspects. But that's a topic for another letter.

I lift up my shirt to tug at my nipples. I love to play with them. They're so sensitive. My pussy twitches with every tug. I rub my clit in tight little circles, the soft cotton of my panties soaking up my juices. Even the sheets beneath my ass are damp. I am so horny and beg aloud for a cock.

You give me what I ask for, pulling yours out of your pants. I still don't know you're there. I'm drawn from my fantasy as you rub the tip of it across my nipple. Shocked, my eyes fly open and I look up at you. Into those dark, hungry eyes. You tell me to keep going but not to make myself come. I obey. My fingers lightly flick at my clit, making me shiver but holding off my climax.

Leaning closer, you abandon my breast for the moment. You ask if I've even given head before; I tell you I haven't. You tell me you want me to be your cum slut. If you come in my mouth, I swallow it. Every drop. If you shoot in my pussy, I take it. You can dump your load wherever you want. My face, my tits, my cunt. Maybe even my ass. You ask me if that is what I want; I nod in agreement. Anything for you.

You smear the head of your cock across my lips. With so little distance between us, your masculine scent fills me head, overwhelming my thoughts. I no longer care about waking my parents or being found in this compromising position. You're hot against my lips and I just want to taste you. So I do. Timid at first, I poke out my tongue and flick the tip. Again and again, collecting the precum on my tongue. You taste so good. I knew you would. Feeling bold, I kiss the head of your dick, drawing a groan from deep in your chest. Is that how you'll sound when you fuck me?

Slowly, you slide the head into my mouth, instructing me how to keep my teeth clear of your sensitive flesh. You press yourself to the back of my throat, pause, and then draw back until only the head of your cock remains in my mouth. You repeat the process several times, slow and deliberate. My pussy clenches each time you touch the back of my throat and it's hard to keep my orgasm at bay. I want to come so badly.

You pick up the pace, moving faster and sliding deeper. Your sac brushes against my chin as I take your full length. I gag a bit when you go too deep. Saliva trickles from the corner of my mouth as I struggle to swallow around your thickness. You call me your sweet little Honey Bunny as you fist my hair and fuck my face. Recognizing that name, I come hard, filling my panties with my cream. That's the name you have for Jenn. I moan and slurp around your cock as you murmur your daughter's pet name to me. You're pleased your little Honey Bunny came, but wished I had waited. I manage a small apology after you pull out of my mouth.

I watch, transfixed, as you undress. My eyes devour your naked form. You make short work of my clothes, stripping away my shirt and soaked panties before climbing into bed. A heated look passes between us as you cup my breast in your hand. I begin to sing your praises, heaping compliment on top of compliment until you silence me with a kiss. You explore my mouth with your tongue as thoroughly as you had with your cock. Your passion and your intensity take me by surprise. Barely recovered from an orgasm, my body prepares itself for another encounter.

Breaking the kiss, your raise my hand to your lips. It is the same hand I'd used on my clit. You suck the juices from my fingers, swirling your tongue around each digit. My nipples tighten in anticipation of the same treatment. Reading my thoughts, you trace the edge of my areola with the tip of your tongue before covering my breast with your mouth. You nibble and suckle without mercy, switching from one breast to the other. You travel back and forth until I'm a whimpering, squirming little cum slut begging to be fucked.

Your fingers find my pussy. One of them lightly traces the opening. Around and around it goes, briefly dipping in before coming back out to circle my entrance again. I can't stand your teasing. Finally, you slide it inside, past the first knuckle, and then the next. You draw it out and then plunge it back in, mimicking sex. I can barely catch my breath as a second finger joins the first, stretching my virgin pussy. I've never had anything inside me before, preferring to focus solely on my clit. Pleasure mingles with pain as my muscles try to accommodate this invasion. Your thumb works my clit, bringing forth juices, aiding lubrication. My moans increase in both volume and duration. Having your mouth on my breast and your fingers in my cunt is almost too much. I warn you of my building climax.

You pull away, disengaging your fingers and mouth as you roll onto your back. At your instruction, I straddle your hips. I slide myself along your shaft, moaning at the friction, building momentum. You place your hands on my hips, stilling my movement. My face flushes as I realize what little control I have over my body. You smile as you recognize the monster you've created. You remind me that I am your slut, that my body belongs to you. I have to follow your rules. I can only come when you permit it. You've forgiven my last transgression, but will not allow anymore unauthorized orgasms.

Properly chastised, I raise up. Our eyes lock, mine full of trust and yours full of patience. You give me the honor of grasping your hard length and pressing the tip against my entrance. I grind my hips down as you lift your hips up. The progress is slow as I strain to contain you, the thickness of your cock stretching my pussy. You whisper words of encouragement, lightly stroking my clit with your thumb. In and out you slide, working yourself deeper. Breathless, I clutch your strong arms, submitting to this sweet, gentle fucking. I adjust gradually, taking more of you until I feel my pussy lips graze the base of your cock. Your pubic hair brushes across my clit, sending slivers of pleasure through my body. Instinct takes over and I swivel my hips. Your length rubs against my sweet spot.

You pull out only to slam back in again. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. My head falls back and I struggle for air. You feel so good. My muscles ache from the strain but I yearn to squeeze you tighter. You fuck me hard and deep, keeping up a relentless rhythm. All I can do is hold onto you as you pound my tight, wet pussy. The sound of our coupling fills the room: the headboard banging against the way, the squeak and groan of the mattress springs, the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I moan as loud as I dare, but you demand more. You want my parents to hear me. You want them to know their little girls is getting fucked.

I want to come for you. I'm so close to the brink and I beg you to let me come. I want to come on your cock. Seconds seem like hours as I cling to the edge. I don't think I have the strength to hold back, but I don't want to disappoint you. I can't stand to disappoint you. I plead louder, not giving a damn who hears, practically in tears from the strain of my desire.

Come for me, you whisper and I can't hold back the scream. I shudder and tremble as my orgasm takes hold. Juices gush from my cunt as my muscles grip and squeeze your cock. Two deep thrusts later, you follow me into oblivion, coming inside me. You fill me with spurt after spurt of thick, hot semen. Spent, I collapse on your chest and wait to be found with my new lover.

I just came, Mr. Reynolds. A few moments ago. The temptation was just too great. Enclosed you will find my panties, hopefully still damp. Even if you decide not to take me up on my offer, I hope they provide you as much pleasure as they did me.

Wet & Waiting,

Audrey



Wet and Wanting Your Cum



Rubbing your cum all over my clit just drives me crazy. It's a good thing you left me with something to remember you by. ;)

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Wet and Warm



For the uninitiated, there is nothing much more sexually exciting - without being involved with a partner -- than going to toilet somewhere you know you shouldn't. That will sound anathema to many; I've been lucky in that I've known this for many years and have been able to guide others into experiencing the thrill for themselves. Is it the fact that your genitals are in action and you know it's a taboo thing to be performing this act away from a toilet? Maybe so; it certainly becomes a very satisfying method of embellishing solo sessions and if combined with another who enjoys the same recreation it can become a pleasure of the highest degree. 

Panty-wetting has to be the height of excitement in this field; as a man there is an extra frisson involved in the wearing of a woman's underwear against your skin so wetting panties takes the electric feelings to new levels. When I worked out just what I was planning that afternoon I knew it had to involve wearing a pair of panties, but exactly which I couldn't immediately decide. After some thought I slipped a pair of purple bikini-bottoms on; they would not only feel luxurious against the flesh of my arse and cock, they would dry quickly and not hold the moisture against the seat of my jeans afterwards. Why would that matter? Because I was going to be taking my relief a long way from home and I would need to walk a fair distance with wet knickers against my body and hopefully not making things too obvious...

I walked through the estate looking so normal; nobody could tell that under my jeans I was wearing a pair of bikini panties and that I would soon be relieving myself in them. Down the road, along the bridle path, across the fast-flowing stream I went; the sound of splashing gave me an extra kick and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold on for long. No, let me re-phrase that -- I wouldn't want to hold on for long. At the point where the path split I had to make a decision -- both ways the trees formed tunnels around the path but there was one way which I knew had some extra cover. This was a cutting, an area with hills on one side and a secluded area of high ground looking down on the river on the other. A couple of people were walking on the footpath; men, one in a hurry and one ambling past me. They weren't going to be bothering me but I knew I couldn't afford to leave anything to chance -- for me, being caught is wrong, it isn't something that I want or crave, I just love being in control of my body and where I do things with it and this meant I would have to check out my prospective area fully. 

I could see a good hundred metres ahead. I casually turned my head and noticed nobody behind me. I slipped off the path, climbing a steep, mud path and as my legs felt the scratchy drag of brambles I started to get a very strong feeling of needing to urinate. Not yet, I told myself, not until I was sure I could enjoy myself fully. Not until I was sure that the top path, that I knew was rarely used, was also free of people. I looked at a wall with some soft-looking grass in front of it. If I was to drop my trousers there and enjoy myself it would be great, but it was just a little too obvious if anyone was to suddenly come up the path, so on I walked. There was an area cleared by local youths which had been used as a place for a fire and a few cans by the looks of it. Not very attractive; secluded enough and not apparently overlooked but not quite the atmosphere I was after, so I tentatively pushed through the low branches and rediscovered the narrow path. There was a view -- and a steep descent - down to the main path, twenty feet below me, and a middle-aged woman was clearing up after her dog a little way ahead of me. She had dark hair down to her shoulders and dressed in a plain, light blue dress and a dark blue cardigan -- probably a nurse or carer out straight after her shift. I guessed I had been looking a little too long for my ideal place to wet myself and had ignored the fact that there could be others on the main path by now. Careless. She couldn't see me unless she looked up directly at me but of course there may be others around. It was time to take a chance, regardless. I walked a few metres more into the wooded area that I knew was always going to be my best spot for what I wanted. I hadn't really explored it properly but I knew I was getting too fussy and should simply get on with what I had come out for. 

The low branches, the thick grass, the sense of being enveloped in green; it was just as I remembered it to be. There was a thick, low-lying bush which straggled out in various directions, allowing some extra protection -- as I sat myself down against it I felt that I had the ideal setting as I really was invisible to anyone who was not walking along the high path. As I settled I made it look as innocent as possible, just in case there was already someone hiding. No sound. I undid the button and zip on my jeans as I continued to look around me, ready to adapt my position if needed and revert to Mister Innocent, sitting on the ground watching the butterflies. My jeans came down to my thighs. No-one around, so I sat myself up and looked down at my bikini-clad penis. What the heck, I thought -- I'm going to make the most of this. I took my cock in my hand and started to give it some serious abuse. I wanted to enjoy the thrill of being in public, of being about to wet myself in a pair of women's knickers, of knowing that I was doing something I really shouldn't... My cock stood stiff and hard in my hand as I looked at the white gusset of the purple panties. I could see the sticky residue of pre-cum across the material; it wasn't very absorbent as it was designed for a bikini that presumably wouldn't normally be worn all day and for such nefarious activities. I liked the way the stretchy material clung to my ass and I reached round to feel it against my flesh. Oh, I really needed to do more than just pee, I really wanted to stroke myself to orgasm as well. 

My cock was too hard to pee, so I forced it into the material of the bikini-bottoms and looked around. If I was going to wank here as well as wet myself I needed to be doubly careful, so I moved around the bush to stay out of the way. I pushed my way through a few more low branches and found a soft spot of grass to squat over. I looked at my cock, shiny purple head hidden by the stretchy purple material of the panties and the newest drizzle of pre-cum seeped through the gusset. I touched the wet spot and moved it sensuously around the area of material where my bell-end was pushing through. It made me want to cum and pee at the same time but I had to hold back, I had to keep this going as long as I could to give myself the maximum pleasure. Relaxing, my cock became flaccid enough for a spot of pee to be forced through. The sun through the dappled leaves caught the sticky yellow droplet as it fell from the panties. Another effort and a little bit more came through, this time spreading out a little across the fabric while the drips fell. I was preparing for a long flow when I heard a noise nearby. My cock immediately dried up and I squatted down a little lower, comfortable that I was far enough out of the way not to be seen. 

Footsteps approached on the soft grass; I looked out from my cover and there was the woman I had seen on the main path, walking in an apparently discomfited way and looking for something. Maybe her dog had run up in this direction but I had heard and seen nothing. No, there was the dog, wandering along behind her. She seemed to be looking for somewhere to stop, her expression now was clearly that of someone who was getting desperate for the toilet. 'Please,' I thought, 'this is too good to be true, you must have your pee near me.' She wasn't looking too closely at me but was holding her stomach and looking to find somewhere, quickly, where she could take her relief. Sure enough, she came close to me -- she was clearly needing to stop soon and her judgement was a little awry. Surely I was now visible to someone who was really looking hard but this looked like an emergency. She stopped with her back to my hiding place and I watched her put her hands down to the fairly low hem of her pale blue dress. She had a pair of black tights on underneath, and as she brought the dress up so she started to tear at the tights to bring them down. She was pulling the material quite forcefully but she didn't seem to have brought her knickers down with the tights and she was frantically moving her stomach and hips as if trying to stop something inevitable. Her hands came from her tangled tights and reached her dress back up again, this time exposing, to my cock's clear delight, a pair of round-bottomed white panties, plain and simple, well-worn and probably cotton. She hooked her fingers under the sides and hauled them down but as she started to do so the strain of holding on seemed to overpower her and she simply brought them to the base of her thighs as she squatted herself down just feet from my watching gaze.

I was about to watch a desperate woman going to toilet right in front of me; I was about to secretly spy on a middle-aged woman in her most private moments and I was going to love every second. A twig across my face disturbed my view of what seemed to be a naturally hairy vaginal and anal area so, instinctively, I brushed at it. It was an almost imperceptible movement and if the woman had been on her own it would never have been a problem but of course she wasn't, and her dog suddenly picked up on my presence and started barking loudly. The desperate woman, clearly shocked by the prospect of being discovered, suddenly found herself in a quandary. There was obviously a person nearby as her dog was telling her that but she was at the point of no return. Instinctively she tugged at her knickers and tried to stand up but her dress became caught in her panties as they covered her bottom and as she tried to move her feet she found them tangled in her tights, propelling her to her knees with her ass in the air, pointing at me. 

The dog came towards me and the woman turned round to see where I was. I don't know who was the more embarrassed -- her with her knickers on display and her dress around her back, or me with my cock enrobed in a pair of purple bikini bottoms. She looked to have a mixture of terror and humiliation on her face and I felt I had to say something to break the horrific -- if momentary -- tension. "It's fine," I said, "please, just carry on, I really don't mind you doing what you're doing, I was doing the same..." I thought it wasn't a bad way of explaining why I was there in the first place although I didn't know if it would put her at ease enough not to flee in panic. Her dark auburn hair was sticking to her face as she had been sweating through the last few minutes and she reached up with one hand to brush it away. "Really, I continued, "let's both just get on with what we were doing, it's quite okay, no-one else ever comes along here!" 

The woman had very red cheeks, partly through the strain of her desperation and partly through the acute embarrassment of having been spotted by me. She seemed to be considering the situation momentarily but her body was making her decision for her. She reached round for her ass as a flood of urine cascaded through her knickers and onto the ground between her knees. She gasped with the humiliation and relief as her futile situation became obvious to her. There was nothing more to say, she felt beyond redemption now, beyond the normal conventions of society and seemed to accept that she was being watched as she soiled herself. She moved her knees further apart to avoid them getting soaked and reached back to pull down her knickers but as she did so, with the hot stream of liquid turning into a torrent, she let out a whimper and let her head fall to the ground. I couldn't work out what had stopped her from removing her panties as she'd intended until I suddenly became aware of the protuberance from her white-clad bottom. She was unable to get the knickers off because she was having a poop! It hadn't just been a pee that she had needed; she had taken this diversion to have a shit as well! My Christmases seemed to have come at once -- here was the sort of woman who I'd often fantasised about, defecating in her panties in front of me but utterly unable to control herself. I watched the emerging log pushing the fabric in the seat of the woman's knickers as she cried gently to herself. She seemed to have no consideration for dignity now; she just wanted to get the humiliation over and done with. The lump was clearly getting larger and there was a brown spot now as the wet material gave in to the pressure of the poop. There was a crackling, a little bit of air being released, and then a sudden and forceful load came out along with the remainder of her urine which seemed to flood to the grass. 

For some reason I felt I should comfort her in her time of ultimate disgrace and embarrassment; I had to show her that this was an experience to be cherished despite the humiliation. I just hoped I wouldn't come across as a lunatic but it had been she who had come here of her own accord and I knew I could justify being there. I brushed away the low branches and came out into the open, holding my jeans around my thighs as I did so. It didn't seem unnatural in the circumstances as I'd just watched an act of such degradation but I suddenly became self-conscious as I approached the woman's lowered head. I tried to arrange my package so that it wouldn't look so obvious that I had been aroused but it seemed to be a pointless task. I tried to lift my jeans to the point where it wouldn't be clear that I had a pair of women's bikini bottoms on, but that was not as easy as I had hoped either. As I struggled without speaking she turned towards me, seemingly worried by my presence there and being silent but fiddling. I hadn't really thought about how it must have looked -- if I was to appear decent I really should have arranged myself before coming out of hiding. The woman raised her head slowly and I could see that she had a very cute, if well-worn face, very red still and with sweat running down it. She looked at my groin area and I was suddenly worried about my own state, despite the fact that here was a woman who had peed and pooped her knickers on all fours in front of me. "I'm so sorry," I said, "I just hadn't finished what I was doing earlier." I tried to cover myself more but she was now realising the situation was not quite as she had first imagined it. 

"You're turned on by this, aren't you?" she said. They were the first words I had heard her speak and I really couldn't decide what her tone was. Was this a warning that I should clear up and go before she started screaming? I tried to look closer at her face and I decided to probe a little. 

"I'm sorry," I said, "it isn't often that someone does what you've done in front of me." I waited a moment; there was no sign of disgust, just a little nod of acceptance. "I hope you don't mind," I continued. "I really did get such a shock seeing it all happen and I'm afraid I got very turned-on by the sight."

"You REALLY got turned on?" she responded with a tone of incredulity. "How could that turn you on?" 

I thought that I may as well be hung for a sheep as a goat -- it was time to open up to her. "I love the sight of someone wetting their knickers -- and when you let that load go as well; I mean, I just couldn't help but touch myself." I moved my hand away from my crotch so that she could see the full state of my arousal. My cock was pushing hard against the front panel of my panties and the residue of pee and pre-cum was still visible in outline. She looked very interested in what I was doing now -- more interested than someone who was alarmed by the situation would do. She wasn't confident of what was going on but the sight of an aroused eight-inch cock so close to her face was perhaps something rather new to her and there was a definite interest there. "I was actually going to wet my own panties when you came along," I admitted. There we go, said it now. She looked at me incredulously and started to fiddle with her knickers, trying to bring them down without making an even worse mess. "Hold on, please, let me help, I'd love to help you out of them. I mean, that's if you don't mind?" 

She looked at me again as if I was mad but she stopped fiddling and nodded, pushing herself up to a slightly more dignified position, albeit still on all fours. "You seem to be a lot more in control of this than me," she said, almost playing into my hands. 

"Would you let me be?" I asked, with an air of expectancy. "I'll make sure everything's okay, if you trust me?"

She seemed to let a smile escape across her face momentarily and I knew that I was getting the green light to take things to the next level. "I need to finish what I was starting if you don't mind," I began. With that I concentrated carefully on the sensations erupting from my groin and dulled them so that my cock shrunk down a little. "What's your name?" I asked the woman.

"Call me Jenny," she replied. I didn't care if it was her real name, I just needed something to distract me from raging erection to allow me to pee again. I tried squirting a little and the sticky jewel of liquid erupted from my penis and seeped through the straining material. I breathed heavily as I tried to control my bladder while I was aware that Jenny was watching on with an open mouth. 

"God, you're really doing it for pleasure?" she asked. 

"It's humiliating for you but for me it's just so fucking dirty and sexy," I responded. As I did so, a steady stream started to emerge and strain through the purple panties onto the grass, with Jenny's eyes taking a great interest in it.

I wasn't finished, but the sensation of wetting my panties was enough to make my cock stiff as a board once more and there was no way that I could release even the slightest extra drop of urine. "Can you see what effect all this has had on me?" I asked her. 

"I can see," replied Jenny. "I have to say that it does feel a bit strange having all this warmth and wetness in between my legs."

"Maybe this will be the first of many wettings for you," I said. I hoped that it would be the sort of thing that she would start to enjoy once she realised just how excited I was. It was time to show my own appreciation, so I looked around to make sure that we were still completely on our own. No sign of anybody. I moved around to my earlier position behind Jenny but close up, where I could really investigate what I was so desperate to see. I lifted Jenny's dress completely clear of her knickers and settled myself behind her, resting my hands on both hips. She shuddered lightly at my touch and I could sense that she was becoming increasingly aroused by the idea of being seen and potentially abused by a stranger. Her panties were beautiful -- plain, white, slightly shiny, a sort of cotton-satin material, very soft and slightly stretchy. They were quite large, a full-bottomed design like a bikini bottom, similar in shape to my own. I thanked my lucky stars that there are still women who like to wear this type of underwear rather than thongs, shorts and g-strings. Here was something which was very feminine, extremely soft and, of course, utterly soiled. My hands worked their way in from the outside of her hips and there was a moment where I let them run across the dry part of her knickers that I felt I was going to have an earth-shattering orgasm. I knew that I would have to save myself so looked up at the blue sky dappled through the leaves of the trees and said a silent 'thank you' before looking down and letting my hands move again. There was a large lump in the seat of her knickers and it was hanging down very noticeably, but as she hadn't stood up and her legs were well apart, it hadn't shown any sign of falling out. It was very firm and quite lumpy; it had made the material of the knickers clearly brown but it was mainly because of the urine which had poured through the gusset and spread along the seat. Perhaps it was time to help Jenny out of this rather foul-smelling mess. 




Wet and Warm



I reached my hand up to the legs of her knickers and carefully rolled them down her pale hips. The crack of her butt became visible and I continued to roll them rather than pull them down to make it an even more tantalising experience. When it came to the point that I could see the first lump of shit in her knickers I stopped rolling them down and eased them gently down instead, so the poop was not dislodged. Then, with a piece of tissue from my pocket that I had assumed would be used for drying myself, I reached into her knickers and lifted the curled brown logs that were settled in there. I turned and threw the mess into the bushes and returned to lavish attention on Jenny's ass with a new piece of tissue. I could see now that Jenny was not one of the modern breed of woman who feels the need to shave herself totally; I've always loved the totally natural look and here was a delicious bottom which was as hairy as it should be. I wiped the residue from her anus and, carefully judging her response, I pushed the tissue gently into her tight hole. It slid in easily, as the log that had recently eased its way out had been significantly broader than my finger. I worked the finger deeply inside Jenny's ring and let another push in to join it. I could see her head buck back slightly and she let out a soft gasp and was clearly very excited.

"I've never let anyone do that to me," she started as my fingers probed around inside her rectum. 

"You've never had any anal experiences?" I replied, somewhat surprised. 

"Mmm, no, never," she continued and I sensed that this was more because she had never had the chance rather than out of any choice of her own.

I looked down at the hairy crack that lay before me and the wet, slightly brown-stained white knickers that were now around Jenny's thighs. My cock was as hard as iron and I let it out of my wet panties with my spare hand. Withdrawing my fingers from Jenny's ass, I crouched myself behind Jenny's plump derriere and let my urine-drenched penis slip towards her tight virgin hole. I knew that she had pushed out a log the size of my thick cock only a minute earlier but this was different; she might not want to try and accept such a large thing up the wrong way when she had, by her own admission, never had anything up there before. My purple head nudged against the crack of her butt and she let out a far more audible gasp. She looked around and saw what was about to happen and I could sense her tight sphincter clam up sharply. 

"That's gonna hurt," she whispered sharply, "I've never had anything like that in there, I think this is a bad idea, I'm really not..."

She was looking for excuses -- I needed to be firm and remind her that she had put her trust in me and I would ensure everything would go just as I wanted it to. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt if you don't relax; if you relax it'll feel just as good as when that big fat turd pushed its way out the other way, I'm not putting anything in there that's bigger than what you've pushed out before, trust me, it'll feel fantastic as long as you relax..."

Jenny relaxed her body slightly and turned her head back to face the front. She lifted one of her hands and brushed away the hair from her still-red face. My cock reached the tight puckered hole and I tried to push it in gently but it was too dry by now. I reached down to my bikini knickers and carefully positioned myself so that they were over her arsehole. I squeezed the material and it drizzled a sticky urine mix into the crack of her ass. I rubbed my bell-end into it and started to push again as I reminded Jenny to relax more. This time her anus seemed to loosen and my penis was able to slip in without a lot of friction. I was so hard that I wanted to do what I would to a woman who was into a bit of pain but Jenny needed breaking in gently or I could put her off the whole act for ever. My cock sat partly in her anus and I waited for her to get used to the sensations, so I awkwardly eased off my jeans and put them to one side. "Are you ready for more?" I asked. Jenny nodded; she seemed to have her eyes closed and her knees spread apart an extra inch. Maybe she was getting a bit of cramp or maybe she just wanted to allow me deeper into her virgin ass.

I eased my cock as carefully as I could into her, pulling slightly back and then pushing slightly firmer into her. I could feel my erection being put under terrible strain, the head was facing real friction and the skin was being gripped very tightly along the shaft. She wasn't lying -- this really was her first time and she couldn't take the whole length as quickly as I had hoped. I squeezed the last drips of pee and pre-cum from my own knickers over the top of my shaft and, as it spilled around the girth, I eased back in and this time I went straight through right up to the hilt. Yes, wetting yourself can have its advantages, I thought to myself. I started to push against Jenny's hips, rocking lightly but not taking my cock from out of her rectum. As we started to build a rhythm, I started to allow my penis to take a few centimetres withdrawal and follow it with a few centimetres thrust back in the opposite direction. As we built up the tempo and I gradually pounded into her more and more, Jenny started to make more and more noise. While it was the most incredibly intense sex I knew she couldn't alert everyone to our secret sexual tryst. Without thinking I pulled my cock from out of her anus which stayed quite wide and didn't close up as quickly as normal after evacuating. I moved round to the front and sat in front of Jenny's face and put my cock up towards her mouth. That would keep her quiet, I thought, not thinking about where my cock had just been. If I had thought about it in any real detail I wouldn't have suggested she take things to this new level, to suck on a cock that had only just withdrawn from her tight hole but Jenny was getting so carried away that she didn't even stop to think about what she was doing. Her pale red lips slid over my engorged and slightly brown cock with great enthusiasm and soon she was working her head up and down with her right hand grasping the base of my shaft and occasionally cupping my balls inside the gusset of my wet panties.

I took a good look around me as I was aware that neither of us could cover ourselves should anyone come past us at this stage but there was nobody there. I grasped Jenny's hair in my hand and allowed her mouth to continue its delicious work. After a while I realised that I could not hold on for much longer, the excitement of this fantasy becoming reality was becoming too intense. I pulled Jenny's head back and she looked up at me. "I'll have to stop or I'll cum in your face," I said bluntly. She was looking at me as if she wanted me to do just that but I had another idea. If she had taken my dirty cock in her mouth I wondered if there was a chance to try something else. "I want to spray something else in your face," I added, then waited for a response. 

Jenny grinned a dirty grin, settled on her knees and I knew that I really had broken her into a dirty slut. Victory felt so sweet as I relaxed myself and allowed my cock to soften. As it did, I could feel the build-up of urine swelling from within and I watched carefully as the remaining spurts of piss that I could produce erupted from my glans and shot out, splashing Jenny's face and hair. I tried to hold my cock as high as possible to avoid her getting her clothes wet -- she would need to walk home and I didn't want to make life harder for her than it already was. My pee dripped over her eyebrows, nose, mouth -- she was getting into it so much that she automatically opened her mouth and I took aim with the last of the amber nectar and sprayed her tongue. She closed her mouth, looked up at me and swallowed very obviously, as if it to intimate how filthy she could now be. I wanted to fuck her more than ever now.

I took another look around but could see nothing but greenery and could hear nothing but the birdsong so I moved back round to my previous position, with both of us dressed in wet knickers around our thighs. This time I pushed Jenny back onto all fours, drew her skirt back up over the small of her back and looked down into the seat of her knickers. They were wet, quite yellow in colour, with a large brown stain from the cotton seat down to the front of the gusset. My cock was swollen again and I felt the urge to fill this woman's wet cunt, in a way she could never have expected before she came out. I lined my hefty cock along the line of her wet, slippery vagina and rubbed it down, then back up the slit. My probing resulted in a little opening appearing in her labia so I pushed myself into her slightly. There was little resistance although her vaginal walls were still quite tight. I grasped her around her waist and drew my cock out until it just touched the very lips of her vagina, then pushed myself all the way into her, until my balls felt the wet hair of her crack against them. I raked my fingernails over Jenny's round ass as I thrust into her again and again, repeatedly pounding her and loving the sight of her on her knees in front of me. At times I withdrew completely, admiring the pale fleshy bottom before me and the soiled knickers stretched taut around her thighs. The third time I did so I knew I could no longer hold on, so I took my cock in my hand and pushed it hard into the puckered hole of Jenny's anus. She was so relaxed and expecting it so little, that she inadvertently allowed me full access but then gripped my penis so tightly that I wondered whether my spunk would be able to escape. Jenny had let out an audible gasp and that, combined with the vice-like grip that her tight hole was giving me, ensured that I would shoot my load right there, right then, into her ass, the first man to ever do so. As my balls twitched, cock pulsed and the hot stream of cum threw itself in bursts into Jenny's dirty hole, I closed my eyes momentarily and heard her breathlessly murmuring 'Oh God, oh God...'

As I re-opened my eyes I could see my cock embedded between Jenny's white buttocks and, underneath, her hand frantically rubbing her clit. I stayed right there, buried in her, until with a quickly-stifled shriek she came so vigorously that my sticky cock was expelled from her anus. I took a leaf from an overhanging branch and wiped the excess jizz from my half-hard cock before taking the dirty knickers from a now helpless Jenny. She lifted her knees in turn to allow me to take her panties right off and I stuffed them in my pocket as I put my jeans back on. I took a card from my wallet, handed it to Jenny, kissed her on the top of her head and left her there, spunk dripping from her asshole, dress being brushed down, as she tried to bring herself to her feet. I moved off quickly and looked back to check that she was alright. She looked back at me with a smile and looked at the card, then put it in her own pocket. 

Until next time, then.



Wet and Wetter



Upon her arrival at home Sarah walked inside and after putting her belongings on the chair, decided to undress and take a shower. She glanced into the bathroom mirror noticing her naked state and erect nipples. She ran the shower at a warm but not too hot temperature and with slightly reduced pressure so as to enjoy the lighter trickle of water over her breasts and body. Some general arousal was manifesting which intensified when she started to apply soap to her wet brown body. 

Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Sarah was curious as to whom was there, I had decided to surprise her as one too many suggestive phone messages during the early part of the day had meant there was some obvious sexual tension building. Little did I know that I would arrive at her house and after letting myself in using the hidden key, that I would hear the sound of the shower when I got inside. Sarah said "Who's there?" 

I said, "it's me, sorry to frighten you, I used the spare key to get in." She was shocked but as I walked through the door and noticed her beautiful tanned silky smooth body through the shower glass, just smiled and said "well hello"! She lifted her arms up and grabbed the long locks of her long dark hair to squeeze the water out. Her perfectly shaped nipples were pointing upwards, water running down and over them her stomach, thighs and streaming inwards over her silky smooth pussy before splashing to the floor. I was immediately aroused feeling a sudden bulge forming in my shorts. 

I finally looked Sarah in the eyes and she smiled and said "Would you like to join me?" I didn't utter a word, just immediately removed my shoes, T-shirt, shorts and underwear which is when my aroused state became blatantly obvious by the rock hard state of my member. 

I stepped into the shower and immediately Sarah grasped my hard cock and said "ooh someone's very happy to see me" we embraced and kissed, our tongues interlocking and water now streaming down over both of us. I could feel her firm breasts against my chest and my hard cock nestled against the softness of her lower abdomen. It was at that point Sarah decided to kneel on the shower base and take me in her mouth. Water from the shower rose was hitting her on the top of the head. She held the shaft of my cock in her right hand and pulled gently while sucking on the swollen head of my cock, her other hand then grabbed my balls gently massaging in a somewhat coordinated motion for the whole event. The sensation of the warm water and the feeling of my cock in her mouth made it a very enjoyable experience. 

Sarah eventually stood up. I immediately wanted to feel the inside of her pussy lips. She moaned as I ran my index and middle fingers over her clitoris and then slid them inside her. There was a clear difference in the moisture from the water and the wetness of her pussy. Sarah turned around, leant forward slightly and rested her hands on the shower glass. She gave me a look that could only mean one thing. I put my left hand on one of her hips and with my right hand guided my hard cock into the entrance of her pussy. Before I could push my way in Sarah had firmly pushed her arse back and taken my whole cock inside her. I placed my right hand on her other hip and held on tight. She continued to push back at me as I pulled her towards me. The penetration was deep and the motion rhythmic. Sarah moaned loudly uttering those words "fuck me hard" I kept telling her how good it felt inside her pussy as I reached forward to stimulate her clitoris with the middle finger of my right hand. 

After a good 60 seconds of consistent clitoral stimulation in conjunction with deep penetration, Sarah was about to cum. The fucking became even more intense before suddenly a loud reliving moan came from her mouth and a clam like feeling from her pussy over my cock. I had not quite cum but within 20 seconds I pulled out and manually finished myself off all over her wet arse, the water helping my large load slip quickly off Sarah's skin and onto the shower base, and disappearing down the drain. We embraced for one last wet kiss before exiting the shower and towel drying each other.



Wet & Wild



I pull the shower curtain to the side and step in,I feel the warm water on my back and my nipples are hard from the warmth hitting my cold body. I bend down to grab the soap and I grab the wash cloth,I get the cloth real soapy Then I begin to wash myself, First my arms then my firm breasts leaving a trace of soap behind.

Suddenly I heard a voice whisper out to me, It said "Here Heather let me do that for you" 

The shower curtain opens and there she was, standing there already undressed ,right in front of me. I looked her up and down and she looked as well, I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and I knew she wasn't looking away either. I was shocked that this situation was happening. She stepped into the shower and grabbed the wash cloth from me and started to soap me up from my neck to my breasts she would run the soap over my breasts slowly,she took her hands and massaged them, squeezing them lightly and pinching my nipples.

I could feel her hands sliding across my soapy chest.

While she was doing that I grabbed the wash cloth that she had dropped before she started to grope me. I started to wash her upper body, her breasts were firm and I noticed her nipples were very hard I grabbed them between my fingers and I started to pull and pinch them gently. We looked at each other with anticipation in our eyes we began to kiss each other softly ,mouth on mouth, and tit to tit. Circling her tongue with mine sucking on each others tongues, I started to kiss her on her neck slowly running my wet tongue from the bottom of her neck up to her ear and nibbled gently on it. We had to stop for a minute to finish bathing ourselves she watched as I washed my body when I got to my pussy she yelled out a big "Yum" I was getting wet knowing that she wanted me and she knew that I wanted her too! 

After I was done I rinsed off my soapy slippery body and she began to soap her body up after she was done rinsing we kissed again the water was hitting me on my back and on my head dripping from me and on to her. She began to lean her body down to watch her hands while they fondled my tits, leaning her head down more she takes her tongue and runs it across my nipples leaving them hard, she circled them slowly and then she would speed it up. I reached my hand down to her wet waiting pussy. I massaged her lips with my two fingers,she closed her eyes and let out a moan, she would pinch my nipples harder everytime she moaned. I placed my finger on her swollen clit and massaged it in a circular motion lightly. I got on my knees in the tub and moved her pussy closer towards my face. I placed my tongue on her clit and flicked it lightly,took her clit inside of my mouth and began to suck on it . She was moaning very loudly now she also was gripping my hair tight. She told me "To keep going."

I took my tongue and slid it into her pussy, I loved how she tasted and smelt. I started to tongue fuck her at a steady pace she pushed my head deeper between her thighs and reached up to her nipples and pulled on them while she moaned louder. I started to rub her clit as well, she was going crazy. She was enjoying what I was giving. She grinded her pussy harder on my face with every thrust. I loved it. She pulled herself away and made me stand up. She got on her knees and rubbed my clit with her finger, she also took her mouth and placed it right over my entrance I felt her insert her tongue, it was very wet and slide right in,she was moving it in and out rapidly I was already soaked from tasting her.

I lifted my leg up and placed it on the side of the tub,to spread my legs wider. I pushed her head deeper in me as she tongue fucked me, she picked up the pace of the motion of her finger on my clit, I was moaning loudly and then she let out a quiet moan, She then stopped. We started tonguing each other and I was tasting me and she was tasting her in each others mouth. We started to step out of the shower and we walked into the bedroom. I turned on the stereo while she turned off the lights. We got into bed and laid side by side, she leaned my way to kiss me she only kissed my once and moved her body in sixty-nine position. Our mouths were just buried in each others wet pussy,Lapping up each others juices,penetrating each other with our tongues, Grinding harder on each others faces, tongue fucking each other and rubbing each others swollen hard clit. We were there for awhile.

We were so aroused. I reached for the double ended dildo , we then sat on the bed to where we were facing each other. I took the dildo and used the tip to tease her wet pussy, I massaged her clit with it, Like it was a head of a dick. She was waiting with anticipation for me to pump her with it. So I pushed it into her and started to thrust it in and out,she then took the other end and inserted it into me. With our hands pressing down on the bed to hold our pussies up in the air we both leaned back and started to fuck the dildo with maximum force. We took the dildo in deeper and we slowly made contact with our pussies. We grinded on each other hard and slow, we were clit to clit and no dildo showing, we both were moaning loudly and very verbal with each other. Which was good because what we were saying really turned us on more.

I didn’t know about her, But I was ready to cum all over. The more we moved back and forth the wetter we became I said to her that “I was going to Explode” I moaned loud and I had the most intense orgasm ,It was a great sensation. I opened my eyes again and looked down to see cum all over the dildo, Just watching it slide in and out of my pussy. I then looked at her ,she had her head back and yelled “Oh my god”. I then began to see cum on her end, it was great . We then removed the dildo from our pussies, we saw that it was covered in our cum. We both laid into bed side by side and fell asleep for the night.



Wet & Wild



To all those who are looking for a true non-consent story I do not know if this will fit. However this did happen and I had a great time reliving what happened. Please let me know what you think.

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I love my girlfriend. I love that she knows everything about me. I love to sleep next to her and I love making love to her. However, I am a guy and just sometimes we want to fuck. No love, just lust. That's the way we are. So now when I am in the shower worth her I push her against the wall and take her at will. For instance, the day before I went into the hospital, when it all started, I knew I wouldn't be able to be pleased for a few days. Innocently I asked her to join me in the shower.

I went into the bathroom and stripped naked. Turning the water on I adjusted the temperature and got it. I felt the cold chill as the water made its way up the pipes pushing the cold out first. I enjoyed the sudden rush as the water turned hot. The door creaked open.

"May I light a candle?" she asked.

"Go ahead," was my reply.

The sound of a match and the lights being turned off made me excited. Not so much those things in itself but the fact that my girlfriend was about to get fucked. The curtain was pushed aside as her young leg strode in so teasingly. I would have thrown her on the bed and just taken her in the bedroom if it weren't for that cursed time of the month. I would just have to be careful that she didn't fall. Her arm made it in next. My dick was hard and I thought it was now or never. I pulled her in banging her against the shower wall. She looked startled at me.

"What are you doing?" She asked startled. I dropped to my knees. My mouth clamped on to her left nipple and began to bite. My left hand surrounded her waist and my right pressed and squeezed her right tit. She was startled and her knees dipped before catching. The same wall that had surprised her was now holding her up. I looked up at her eyes and watched as they rolled to the back of her head. Standing up I swung her around. The water was pouring over her 5'4" frame. She was one hot young lady for eighteen. My dick grew harder remembering her age, which is a constant turn on.

I looked at her face as her hair tussled down making it seem like she just got fucked by a bunch of guys. Once again I dropped to my knees. I turned her around quickly, holding her at her waist to keep her balance. I smacked her ass once pushing her back so her tits pressed against the wall. Spreading her ass I licked it. I wanted to fuck her ass so desperately. I knew it was just a matter of time. I licked her ass and fingered her pussy getting her nice and wet. Licking her asshole turned me on like nothing else. I wanted to slide my dick in there but I knew I would have to wait. I made a vow to myself to do it before she turned 19.

My fingers were well lubricated with her juices and I pressed against the rim of her ass while my tongue licked above. I slid it in, slowly at first. Her hand lashed back to stop me. I stood quickly pulling at her hair and swinging her around the shower stall. Once again her tits pressed against the wall. My left hand held her while my right found its way to her clit. I rubbed vigorously making her weak.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked with force.

"Not there..." She replied somewhat weakly. My fingers reached past her pussy pressing against her ass again.

"What? Here? Look at you. If you could compare yourself to the way a pornstar looked, I'd say you look like your ready to be fucked."

"honey.." Her body spasmed. "You know I hate that term." I twisted her around so both my hands could squeeze her breasts and squeeze they did. I pulled tightly as moans escaped her lips.

"What term? To be fucked? I love making love to you honey, but now and then I just want it. Of course, by the looks of you, I'd say you want it too..."

My hands made it around her waist pulling her out from the wall. She was still braced though as her head and shoulders still leaned against it for support.

"I am going to fuck you, my little slut!" She stayed quiet, other than a moan. "Oh? What no retort? Nothing to say, my little eighteen year old cum queen?" This was great. I knew that I was going to cum soon enough. Damn if I wasn't going into the hospital I would have kept this up all night and into the next day. I lowered myself to my knees and licked her ass again. It was so sweet.

"Do you like being my slut?" There was no answer. A loud smack filled the air. She winced as my hand struck her ass again. It started to shine red.

"I will ask again! Do you like being my little slut?"

"Yes." She mumbled softly

"And do you want my to fuck you?"

"It's not a f...."

At this point my finger made its way up her ass. Her tight sweet tasting ass. Her legs quivered and her arms reached around in protest. She was in the middle of an orgasm.

"What do you want me to do?" No reply. I withdrew my finger and again slapped her on the ass. She winced at the sharp sting. I asked her a second time. When there was no answer this time I swung her around and pushed her to her knees. My dick pressed against her chin with the tip by her mouth.

"Suck it." I ordered. She looked up at me with this wanton look in her eyes. I swear she became an animal who just wanted to fuck. My dick disappeared into her mouth. I pushed aside her hair to watch. Her tongue swirled around my cock as she made her way to the base.

My head looked up and my eyes rolled back. Damn did I want to fuck her, but something about her swallowing my cum just does something to me. Her head bobbed constantly like a steady drum beat to a heavy metal song. I pulled her hair back to stop her.

I looked at her kneeling on her knees like a slut. My cock was ready to burst. I stood her up, grabbing her from under her arms and swinging her around I pressed her against the wall once more. Looking at her form the side I was turned on by the way her tits were pressed against the tile.

"So, slut. Did you like sucking my dick?"

"Yes" She replied weakly.

"Did you want to fell my cum?"

"Yes." Once again.

"Maybe you still will..." And with this I stuck my dick between her legs. I thrust hard, piercing her between her legs. Grabbing her shoulders I pulled her down for deeper penetration.

"I want you to know that I will fuck you in the ass before you turn 19. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said. She said yes! Oh shit this was great! Here I was fucking her. Not making love, But FUCKING her.

"Do you want me up your ass?

"ummm...."

"I said do you want me up your ass?!"

"Yes.." She mumbled.

"What?"

"YES!" She cried.

"Oh God, you feel great!" Her nails clawed the tile. I had to cum inside her. I needed a condom, but she was having her period. I was in a dilemma and didn't want to leave her in the shower by herself. I wanted her to stay wanting.

"Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes" She replied

"Is it safe?" I had to ask to make sure.

"Just fuck me!"

"Say that again?"

"Fuck me!" She yelled "Just fuck me!"

"So you finally admit that your my fucking whore?" I stopped fucking her while talking. I didn't need to cum before I heard her talk like a cum guzzling whore. "Look at you, my little bitch. I am going to fuck you again and again. What are you?"

"I am your little cum slut, now please! Fuck me!"

That's all I needed. She asked me to fuck her and fuck her I did! Now those of you guys who wear a condom know what its like with a condom on and without. Without I was able to fell every shot. Every sperm that made its way out of my dick I could feel swimming around her pussy.

Her screams filled the room. Our neighbors now knew what the hell we were doing! She screamed over and over again. "Fuck your little slut. Fuck me. Fuck your little girl!"

What did she say? I thought as I continued fucking her thinking of what she said. Damn that made me hot! She spasmed as she orgasmed. Weak she fell to the floor after I pulled out. I curled next to her as best I could. I know she likes to be held, and I wanted her to be reassured that even after a good fuck, you can still be hugged. 

"Are you ok?" I asked as she still spasmed on the floor. She looked up at me. Staring with this look in her eyes. Her hair rushing down her face. The water making it look even better. She looked and said nothing as she breathed. I waited with bated breath. Her lips parted to speak as she said something I didn't expect.

"Fuck me again."



Wet and Wild



"Hey, cut it out, Lalita," Uncle Larry said as he aimed the hose at me," One good hosing deserves another." 

I tried to run out of the reach of water but it drenched my tight tank top and tight short shorts. Uncle Larry just stared at my 42 ddd breasts. I flushed with arousal as I watched my Uncle's wet shorts twitch and tent with his hard cock. I walked slowly towards my uncle. I felt my short shorts riding up and exposing my strawberry blonde pubic hairs. It had been a wonderful idea to use washing my uncle's mustang to get 

My uncle's attention on me…all of me!

"Lalita, let's go inside and get some dry clothes on. I think you've done enough for day...being wet and wild," he said.

I smiled sweetly at my uncle as I reached up and kissed him full and passionately on his lips. I pressed my hard nipples up against his black hairy chest and rubbed up against his hardon. He groaned and broke the kiss. 

"Honey, no, "he said," You aren't playing fair. You are the wet and wild woman I have always dreamed of. It isn't right. What would your aunt say if she found out?"

"I want you, Uncle Larry. Aunt Emma hasn't slept with for years.

I've heard her brag to Mom about it. She uses sex to punish you, I said," I'm 21 and want to be very wet and wild with you."

I tossed my long curly strawberry hair out of my face. I slowly pulled my tight tank top off and tossed it on the ground.

Uncle Larry swallowed hard as he stared down at my breasts. My nipples were hardened and stood out like bullets against the areola.

"Lalita, let's take this inside," he said as he picked me up and hugged me close to his chest. I placed a head over his heart and felt his heart beating faster. I wiggled until my breasts were close to his mouth. 

I could feel his hot breath on my breasts as he carried me inside the house.

He threw me down on my bed. He tore off my shorts. 

"Turn over and get on all fours," he ordered. 

I looked stunned, as my gentle uncle seemed to change before my eyes.

"Turn over now! Don't make me wait," he said severely.

I defiantly took my time in turning over and getting on all fours. This wasn't the way my seduction was to go I thought.

Slap! Slap! Slap! My ass burned and my 42 ddd's jiggled obscenely with each slap.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! I started to cry out in pain.

"Please, Uncle Larry, stop! I'll do anything if you stop," I said through my tears.

"Anything? Good! Call me "sir" now," he said.

"Sir, how can I please you?" I said. My head spun. I was to be the one in charge of this seduction. 

I felt Uncle Larry gently kiss and caress my reddened ass. I felt my pussy grow wet at his touch. 

"Turn over and take off my shorts."

I turned over and knelt down in front of my uncle. 

"Thank you, sir," I said as I pulled down his shorts. His erect thick cock sprang out. I gazed lovingly at his cock. His thick hard cock was nestled in an abundance of curly black hair and his balls hung heavily down. 

"Suck it. Take deep, wild one. Please your master, slut," He said as he rammed his thick purple cock down my throat.

I nearly gagged as he rammed over and over his thick cock down my throat. He pinched and pulled on my nipples until there were tears running down my face. My nipples felt so hypersensitive to his touch. I suddenly felt his cock jerk. His cock pounded the inside of my throat as he shot his hot cum down my throat.

I swallowed it hard.

"Lay down on the bed. Play with yourself. Don't cum until I tell you to," he ordered.

I laid down and started to play with my clit and my pussy. I started to feel myself building up to an orgasm when my uncle ordered me to stop.

"Sir, please let me cum, " I begged, hoping to get him to change his mind. I'd never been so hot and horny as I was today. I'd never known sexual frustration like this. No man had ever made me captive by my own sexual desires.

"Open up your legs and move your hands. You dare question me. " He ordered. 

I opened up my legs and watched as his large hand spanked my pussy over and over again. I cried out in pain than the more he spanked my pussy, the more sensitive my pussy became. I started to moan in pleasure. 

He stopped when he heard my moans of pleasure. 

"Put a pillow under that ass, " he ordered.

I quickly obeyed. 

He began to lick and suck on my throbbing clit and pussy.

My pussy was so sensitive to his tongue; I knew I was close to cumming. 

"Please, sir, let me cum," I begged," I'll be your slut, your slave just let me cum."

"Whom do you belong to?" he asked.

"You, sir," I said.

Who will please without question?" he asked. 

"You, sir," I said. 

"Then my wet and wild one needs to cum for her master," he said as resumed licking and sucking on my throbbing clit and pussy.

I drenched the sheets with my cum. 

He then turned me over doggie style and rammed my tight pussy with his 3-inch thick cock. I came over and over on his cock. It was pure ecstasy when he shot his thick hot sperm deep into my womb. I had never felt so alive.



Wet and Wild



It was almost midnight when I decided to get a room for the night. I was six hours out of LA coming home from a medical conference. It had been boring and drawn out, filled with stuffy professionals who droned on and on about business. I was overdue for some recreation.

I like having fun. I like to get fucked. Just thinking about orgasm turns me on. I pulled into the parking lot of the motel and spied a lone pickup truck. Trucks are usually driven by men and I began fantasizing right away. I'm a dare devil by nature. I'd simply search out the man and ask if he wanted to fuck me.

By the time I got to my room, I was hotter then a firecracker on the Fourth of July! When I spied the swimming pool across the courtyard, I began stripping out of my clothes. I love swimming naked, the caress of the water on my flesh.

I saw lights on in one room across the courtyard and knew he was still awake, so I strolled toward the pool -- stark naked -- by big 42DDD's jiggling playfully and my bare hips swaying provocatively, knowing he would see me and come out. Almost immediately I saw movement at the sliding door of his room and within seconds a tall, broad shouldered man was coming to meet me. He was naked. And his cock was hard, and long, and I shivered with lusty excitement.

I smiled at him and tossed his one of the condoms I clutched in one hand. "I really need fucked," I said in a sultry tone.

He caught the rubber and tore it open, then continued coming toward me. He was gorgeous I realized, even in the dim light surrounding the courtyard.

"Fuck me in the water," I invited wading in at the shallow end. The water was cold, despite the heat of the night, or the hot temperature of my body. I plunged right in then, stretching out on my belly, and swimming to the deep end.

He was there when I paused and I felt his hands encircle my waist, skim across my bare hips, and then settle on my big tits. His thumbs toyed with my nipples, massaging and manipulating until I thought I'd go crazy.

Our bodies were like two buoys suspended in the cold water. We clung together, our skins melding, our bodies sharing heat. His hands were all over me then, exploring, delving. I shivered at all the attention.

My hand reached for his cock, finding it condom-covered, and ready for fucking. I straddled it, pushing it between my legs and inside my cave. It speared me, its long length filling my cavity until my belly trembled. Then we began to move, clutching each other as we moved our feet back and forth in the water, keeping our heads above the surface. Deeper and deeper, I seemed to swallow him up, liking the rhythm and the depth of penetration. He was very good, I admitted. Very good.

Suddenly I felt the onset of orgasm, that knotting of my stomach and that tingling vortex in my crotch. I bit my bottom lip, aware that it felt so good I wanted to voice my joy.

His hands tightened on my hips, holding my lower body like a vice, then he began hammering me real good. And I let loose and savored the climax. My head nearly exploded with the force!

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, thrashing my body in the water. "Oh my God!"

A rampant series of spiraling tingles raced through me. I was at the apex of orgasm! My belly convulsed, and I pressed my body against his, wanting the feelings to go on and on, to continue the skyrocketing assault on my senses.

"I'm coming, Baby!" he said in a husky voice.

His breath was hot on my face. His hair-roughened chest was tickling my nipples as we thrashed about. His hands were vice-like on my hips, holding me fast while he thrust into my cave. Then his big body trembled and he drove into me with the force of a dynamo, exploding with orgasm!

He milked his cock inside me, adding to our pleasure as the orgasm waned from each of us. Then he pulled his cock out of my cave and discarded the spent condom, tossing it haphazardly onto the edge of the pool. Whispy white cum floated erratically to the surface of the water surrounding our bodies, clear evidence of our pleasure.

I swam to shallow water and lay back on the steps, my body too serene to do much else. He dove beneath the water's surface and swam the length of the pool without coming up for air. I watched him, thinking how magnificent a man he was. And how much pleasure he had brough to my body. Then I began to feel aroused again.

He surfaced in the shallow water at my feet, smiled at me as he allowed the water to run off his face and shoulders. I saw his cock was hard again. I splayed my legs, inviting him to fuck me again. But he surprised me. Instead of mounting my naked body, he eased between my legs and brought his mouth to my pussy!

"Oh Baby!" I exclaimed, delving my fingers into his thick dark hair and holding his head against my clit. "I like to be sucked on!"

His tongue went wild amid my sensitive folds, until it connected with my little clit, then he sucked the little nub between his lips and I almost shrieked my delight. The heat of his mouth, coupled with the cold temperature of the water, only added to my pleasure. I spread my legs really wide, giving him full reign at my crotch. I laid my head back on the edge of the concrete steps and closed my eyes, letting the immense sensations stream through me. This was heaven on Earth, I told myself. A man's head between my legs, sucking on my pussy, pleasuring me. I let out a long sigh. Yes. This was indeed heaven.

Then an orgasm began and my eyes popped open. My head bobbed up. I clutched his head tighter, urging his mouth to suck harder, to bring me to that orgasmic storm of sensations hovering on the brink.

He lifted my body from the steps and cradled my hips in his big hands, then he pulled me out into the water, supporting me as though I weighed nothing. All the while he worked his wonders on my clit, and then the orgasm engulfed me and I gave no other thought but to enjoy it, totally, completely, with wild abandon!

The cold water became warm around me. I ceased to feel its penetrating temperature fighting my own warmth. All at once I felt one with it. I felt electrified, infallible, one with the universe.

As I floated, suspended by orgasm, it seemed, my male lover donned another condom and speared my cave, arousing my female senses to his powerful thrusting and giving my serene body a jolt of reality. Another orgasm was upon me and I felt the urge to move with him, to thrust my hips and wrap my legs around his waist. God! This man was an Adonis! An Adonis sent to fulfill my most secret desires!

Our lust drove us to playfulness. Confident that we would achieve that orgasm we sought, we suddenly, and unanimously, began to kick out feet, propelling our clasp bodies about the pool. I giggled. I'd never fucked and swam at the same time. We rolled about, he on top and then I on top, mimicking playful otters, all the while our crotches busily fucking.

I'd never felt so carefree in all my life. Or so lusty. I had never experienced such play in the pool. It was a wild fantasy come true. Then my belly suddenly knotted in anticipation of orgasm and I didn't know whether I could keep up the pace with him or not. I gasp in a quick breath, alerting him silently to what was happening with my body.

He took hold of my waist, his palms gentle on my flesh, and propelled our bodies to the edge of the pool. Once there, I realized I had successfully conveyed my message to him, and reveled in his sensitivity to me. We were mere strangers, but familiar in body and need. He pushed my back against the concrete edge of the pool, placed both his hands over my hardened pert nipples and hammered the hell out of my crotch -- giving me the heated orgasm I hoped he would!

I moaned aloud in utter ecstasy! The orgasm was magnificent! Streaking through my body with the speed of light and the force of a stampeding buffalo herd!

"I have arrived!" I shrieked, digging my red tipped fingernails into his muscled shoulders.

"I know it, Baby!" he responded.

He moved with powerful thrusts, more powerful than any man I have ever been with. My senses, though assaulted by the encompassing orgasm, were keenly aware of him as something more than a magnificent lover. I wanted further contact with him. I wanted to be alone with him for an immeasurable time -- perhaps stranded on a deserted tropical island where the temperature of the days matched the lusty fire of my body. I imagined balmy, tropical nights with the ocean as our playground -- our imaginations free to romp unabashedly.

"I've an idea," he whispered to me, a smile on his handsome face. "I'm on my way to my mountain cabin."

My mind picked up the reference. While it wasn't exactly a trip to a tropical island -- he wanted more time with me too. "I've three days of vacation left," I replied. "And I'd love to spend it with you -- fucking!"



Wet and Wild



What could be better than Atlanta in the summer, having a cookout with your friends, chilling in the backyard, and having a ole good time? My crew is ranked high up on the roster of the who's who of the Black Urban Professionals who have migrated to the ATL from New York, DC, Chicago, all over to make our mark. You'd think with all our collective success there'd be a lot of drama and egos to be stroked but all my peeps are down to earth and really chill. Being as we are all transplants, we sort of formed a bond and we all hang together. None of us went to Morehouse or Spelman, none of us belong to the super-huge mega churches that require a W-2 form and a pint of blood to join. There's me, my name is Nowell, and my boy Tracy who is a lawyer for the DA's office. He would make a helluva lot more money working in a private law firm but he's all about fighting crime and balancing the scales of justice. Then there is my boy Ezra, financial wizard extraordinaire and banker to the stars. Well, they aren't really stars but they are the first and second generation rich, white, fat-cats who live in Buckhead. I have my own cleaning business, specializing in cleaning office buildings at night and I'm pleased to say that I've done well for myself. And no, before you ask, I don't hire no damn undocumented workers thank you very much. 

My homies Theresa and Vivian were in the house as well, prettying up the scenery. T is a professor at Ga. Tech and Viv works at the CDC doing what exactly I don't know but I know it's some crazy shit that turns my stomach every time I hear her talk about work. I learned my lesson and stopped asking a long time ago. Rounding out the group was my special little shorty, Imani, who is running her own spa and retreat off RDA Blvd. No disrespect to the Georgia belles or the southern peaches or whatever the home grown ladies from the dirty south call themselves but I prefer my women with a little more spunk and a lot less subservience than the native ladies seemed to offer up and Imani had the perfect mix of intellect, beauty, creativity and FI-YAH that suited me perfectly. We're going on two years together and, truth be told, I am planning on putting a ring on her finger and making her mine but I want to plan it out perfectly how I'm going to ask her but me and my procrastinating ass just haven't taken the time to work out all the details. 

My house is always the central meeting place for everybody because I have the big pool, the enclosed backyard and the gigantic grill that looks like something they'd install on Extreme Home Makeover. I was having a little theme party of sorts. It was my Latin night, nothing special, informal really, but I had some smokin hot salsa CDs, all the fixins for do-it-yourself fajitas, a couple of pitchers of mojitos and a chest full of Corona's on ice. I gotta pat myself on the back sometimes for being able to pull off my little theme parties with such little effort and a lot of success. 

We were all chillin in the back yard, dancing and making up words to songs in Spanish, well, they weren't real words, we were just trying to sing along to the steamy Afro Cuban melodies. We'd played a game of Spades and Tracy and Teresa spanked everyone's ass, like they always do, and made sure to gloat and brag for the rest of the night. While Imani and I are officially the only real couple, there is always a lot of flirting going on amongst the rest of the crew even though I have no first hand knowledge of anybody ever seriously hooking up. I do know for a fact that Tracy has a thing for T and I've seen Vivian and Ezra flirting on more than one occasion. Imani often fantasizes that they will hook up and we will all live in the same subdivision and have kids and the whole nine but, to date, e'rybody was just trying to make sure that the friendship didn't get fucked up so extracurricular lovin was off limits. Imani and I were together before the crew so we were exempt. In fact, we were the anchors of the crew, we both brought our friends to the table and everyone just clicked. 

"Damn, Nowell, these Mageetos are good as shit. I gotta make me some of these." Ezra was letting the alcohol go to his head. 

"It's pronounced MO-HE-TO silly, and sit your drunk ass down before you fall in the pool and bust your skull open." Vivian was playing mother hen but she looked more like a Sports Illustrated cover model in her skimpy little bikini and that thingie that wrapped around her booty. Ezra wasn't really that drunk; he was just playing it up so he could pull Viv on his lap and get his feel on. He winked at me as he snuggled in her neck and whispered sweet nothings. Knowing E, it was more like nasty somethings rather than sweet nothings. 

Tracy and Teresa were in the Jacuzzi, talking about the meaning of life and cosmic, karmic shit like they always do. The rest of us could have stripped down butt naked and done the limbo and they wouldn't have noticed. It was all about intellectual connection with the two of them and whenever we got together, the two of them always ended up in some deep philosophical discussion about the meaning of life. It's not that they rest of us were uninterested or incapable of participating in the dialogue, it's just that they only seem to have eyes for each other whenever our little get togethers go past 9 PM. 

I poured Imani another drink and I popped another beer. "Nowell! Are you trying to make me pass out? I've barely finished my last drink. Besides, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." 

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "Wait, dance with me first. I love this song." 

"You've never heard this song before," she resisted, pulling away, "come on, let me go." 

"Just because I've never heard this song before, doesn't mean I don't love it. Besides, I love you and I want to dance." That was all it took and she was in my arms and we were doing the forbidden dance. My shit was getting rock hard and it was a good thing it was now dark outside because the glow from the citronella candles wasn't bright enough to illuminate the big bulge in my trunks. 

Dancing didn't last too long before we were interrupted. "Hey, y'all, it's getting late and me and Teresa are going to head out." The girls started kissing each other goodbye n' shit and Ezra and I pulled Tracy to the side. We wanted to know why the speedy exit was in order and why he looked like he had just hit the lotto. "Maaaaan, me and Theresa gettin' ready to take things to the next level. I'm following her back to her place, yo. She's the one; I don't know why I been frontin' for so long. She's everything I've been looking for in a woman and the friendship is there . . . man, I gotsta roll, I'll holla at you cats manana. Adios, I'm outta here." Ezra and I were giving him pounds and congratulating him when we looked over and saw the ladies were huddled together whispering and looking like sexy-ass Charmed sisters, only the chocolate version, getting ready to cast a power of three spell on Tracy. I broke that shit up quick fast before they could talk Theresa out of anything and started passing out more drinks in congratulations of our friends when they left. 

We couldn't stop talking about Theresa and Tracy after they left, hoping things worked out, hoping they didn't fuck up our friendship and force us to choose sides if there was a messy breakup. Overall, the tone was positive. They were both great people and they seemed to have a shitload of chemistry between the two of them. Neither of them was prone to drama or bad breakups in their other relationships so we were pretty assured that they had the makings of a long term joint. We were all sitting around chilling, when out of the blue, Imani blurts out, "So Vivian, when are you and Ezra going to hook up?"

If you could have seen the look on both of their faces you would have peed your pants. They both looked like deer caught in headlights, coughing and stammering, trying to play it off. Vivian played it off and said, "Ohhhh, I'm not Ezra's type." 

E-Z-E put that shit in check with the quickness. "And what is my type?" 

Vivian looked uncomfortable and got up and got more beer. She bent over and I had to look away real quick before I felt a hand upside the back of my head for staring. That big ole booty was looking de-mutha-fucking-licious. Iman's not jealous and I try to be respectful but damn, a brotha can appreciate a fine thick azz when he sees one. She came back with two beers, "Anyone else want one," trying to avoid the question.

"I'll take one but I want to know what you think my type is. You don't think I'm attracted to beautiful, intelligent, sweet, successful women? You think I like chicken heads?" Ezra wanted an answer. "I've been feeling you since the day we met but you was always talking about dude in LA, Gerald, and I wasn't trynta holla when you were into some other guy."

Viv looked like she was offended. "First of all, his name was Levar, where the hell did you get Gerald from? Second, that was over a year ago. You haven't heard me mention anyone since then, at least nothing serious. I just thought that because you never really tried to push up that you weren't attracted to me." 

I grabbed Imani's hand and pulled her over by the pool because I could tell things were about to get serious. She was protesting, saying she wanted to stay and clear things up, defend her friend that, in fact, she had stopped talking to Levar at least a year ago. I know my boo and she has been dreaming about the possibility that all our friends would get together since shortly after we first introduced them. And know her like I do, she was going fuck shit up if she interfered. I explained to her that it wasn't about Levar Burton, Gerald Levert or anybody else under the sun at that moment, it was about the two of them admitting that they were attracted to each other and that they've both been fighting it. 

When we looked over, Ezra had pulled Vivian down on his lap and they were talking. We could see Vivian take the initiative and lean over and kiss Ezra softly. "See," I said, "just let them work this out. They'll be fine." Things went from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye. I guess all that pent up attraction to one another had to find some sort of release. E flipped Viv over and lay her back on the sofa thingie, I keep forgetting the name of it but Imani always tells me what it is. Vivian's legs wrapped around him and they started doing a slow grind. I have to admit, it was sort of sexy to be watching them like that. 

I glanced at Imani and she was showing signs of arousal as well. Her nipples were poking out and I could clearly see them through her bathing suit. She was breathing heavy and her eyes were fixed to the two brown bodies that were going at it. It was hard not to get turned on by their display. Except for the fact that they were both wearing bathing suits, our friends fucking right in front of us like they didn't give a damn if the whole world could see them. The moonlight, the mojitos, the making out all made my dick harder than Chinese calculus. 

I started mirroring Ezra's actions while Imani kept her eyes focused on our friends. When he would kiss Vivian's neck, I would kiss Imani's. She tried to push me away but I could tell from the gentle moans she was making that she was really turned on. Ezra undid the tie on Vivian's top and let it fall to the ground. He lowered his mouth to her hard nipples and started licking them, causing her to arch her back and cry out into the night. I did the same to Imani and she went crazy, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me to her tits. 

My mouth was going from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking, feeling her pussy grinding on me, when I heard Ezra clear his throat. He and Vivian were standing watching us, Vivian with a towel held across the front of her. "Hey, yo, uhmmm, do y'all think it would be alright if we uhmmm, crashed in the guest room tonight. We uhmmm." 

"Yeah, go right ahead," I cut him off mid sentence, "mi casa, es tu casa," I said, laughing to myself about continuing the Latin theme for the night. They were off before I could even get the words out of my mouth hardly. Imani was saying all kina shit about how everyone hooked up on the same night and how excited she was but I wasn't tying to hear none of that. I pulled her bottoms off and I drove my tongue in between her pussy lips. They were slick with arousal and she tasted food as fuck. She grabbed the back of my head and started humping my mouth. 

"Stop, stop, stop," she said all of a sudden. I heard her loud and clear but I didn't listen to a word she said. I started sucking her clit softly while I was trying to untie my trunks and get my dick out. "Stop," she said, trying to scramble away. She pointed to the window that was the back bedroom of my house and I stopped long enough to look up to see what she wanted to show me. I'm a bachelor so the term window treatments was only something I'd heard when watching Trading Spaces with Imani when she was at the crib. I didn't have blinds, curtains, shades, I didn't even have a ghetto ass bedsheet hanging up. I called it my contemporary minimalist look, Imani called it being a trifulling. Anyway, we could see our friends, in front of the window plain as day, going at it. Viv was facing the window and looking down at us and E was behind her with his mouth plastered to her sexy ass. Imani said, "This is getting a little too carried away, let's go inside. Besides, I've had to pee for the last hour and I can't hold it much longer." 

"Yeah, I know," I whispered. I started licking her pussy again, driving my tongue up inside her. She protested that we had to go inside, that she didn't want to be seen, that she had to go to the bathroom and probably a few more reasons I didn't pay attention to either. 

By the time I slid my fingers in her pussy, she shut the hell up with all that complaining and she was saying, "Nowell, that feels so fucking good, oh yeah, eat my pussy, suck my clit, damn, mmmm, tongue fuck me." I went into overdrive. I tried to lap up all her sexy juices but the more I licked, the more she made. Her clit got hard and I gave it the special treatment. That did the trick because then next thing I knew, she was saying, "What are you waiting for, I need that dick so fucking bad." 

That was exactly what I wanted to hear and stood up and took my trunks all the way off. I glanced up at the window for a second and Ezra was holding Vivian, her arms and legs wrapped around him, and he was sliding her up and down on his dick. My dick was eye level with Imani, who was seated, and she grabbed it and started sucking it-- stroking it. It was deep, if I closed my eyes, I could feel the most amazing pair of lips sliding up and down on my dick and if I opened my eyes I could see two people fucking right in front of me. Thinking back, I should have kept one eye open and one I closed. Anyway, when my dick was nice and wet, I sat down and pulled Imani on my lap. She was facing me and I was sucking those titties harder this time. 

I grabbed my dick and I said, "Sit on it, ride me." The heat when her pussy lips touched the head of my dick almost made me see stars. Hell, I thought I could see the fucking Aurora Borealis for a minute there when she started sliding up and down on me. Talk about ride or die, this chick was squeezing and grinding and working it like nobody's bizness. I grabbed her ass with both hands and started doing my job to work my dick up in her and hit every spot she had. 

"Oh shit, stop," she was chanting, but she was still riding me. I wasn't letting her go and she was meeting my every thrust by grinding her pussy on me and making my dick feel like it was enveloped in a heavenly body. "I'm serious Nowell, I have to pee, let me go." She was out of breath and I could tell she was only minutes away from reaching her special moment. 

I grabbed her ass and held on tight. I started working my dick up in her harder. "Go ahead." 

She threw her head back and gave into the pleasure momentarily but kept saying, "Please, stop, I really have to pee, let me go, come on." 

I had wanted this for a long time. Tonight was the night. The stars were aligned for everyone and I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass. "That's right baby. Go. Go ahead and piss on me. Piss on my hard dick while I fuck you. Shower me, mami. I want to feel all that hot piss on my dick and balls while you ride this mother fucker. Piss right on me." 

There was a look of terror in her eyes. Mostly because I think she knew it was too late. I'd been masterminding this up all night. Little did I know that we'd have an audience to watch us but there was no turning back. Imani raised up so that just the head of my dick was in her pussy. The look on her face was one of pure, unadulterated pleasure. We'd talked about it before, about why I wanted to feel her piss on me and she was open-minded but hesitant. For me, I wanted to feel there was nothing my girl couldn't share with me, that we were connected in a way that most people weren't. I wanted to know that I was giving her dick so good that she wouldn't stop for anything. Mostly I wanted to just fuck the piss outta her, plain and simple. I grabbed my shaft and it felt thicker than it had ever felt before. She shut her eyes but I couldn't keep my eyes off that spot. It felt like and eternity and I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to give her an excuse to back out at the last minute. All I wanted was to feel her hot flow over my dick, balls, and running down my ass. 

"Oh shit, I'm really doing it," she softly whispered as I felt the first drops of piss. At first, it was nothing more than a few dribbles. I reached up with my hand and twisted her nipple like I was turning on a faucet and she let out a moan and the flow started getting stronger. She was moaning and licking her lips. "It feels so good, so natural, I like it," she said, "do you like it too? Is this what you wanted?" 

She didn't even have to ask. It was like nothing I'd every experienced before. The sound was loud as her stream shot out on me. It was so fucking hot, damn. She was pissing on my hand, my dick, my body was getting wet with her pee. My dick got even harder than before and she was moaning so loud that I'm sure Vivian and Ezra could hear her clear as day. I moved my hand and she sat down hard on my dick and started grinding her pussy on me. Her stream seemed harder and I was trying not to bust a nut so fucking bad. The sound our bodies were making was driving me crazy as we were both getting wetter and wetter. 

Imani looked sexier than I'd ever seen her before. She looked powerful and in control. She got up and walked over to the chaise lounge, that's what it's called, and spread her legs. "Come on Nowell, fuck me." I knelt at the foot of the seat and I stared at her pussy. It was swollen from being aroused and getting fucked and it was still wet with piss. I held her legs up, my fingers digging in to the back of her thighs. I pinned her knees back and before she could say boo, I was licking her pussy. 

I couldn't believe I was doing it. I was tasting her pussy, wet with her fresh, hot piss. It tasted so damn good, sweet almost. Well, not exactly sweet but it tasted damn good, like her special gift to me. It was such a fucking head rush. She grabbed my head and pushed me away. I looked up and she had a glazed look in her eyes. Before I knew what was happening, I felt her piss hitting my chest. "FUUUUCK!" I stuck my tongue out and I instinctively tried to get it in her stream. She expertly stopped just before I could. 

By that time, I was so turned on I couldn't see straight. I got between her legs and aimed my dick and . . . . "Nowell, wait." 

Uhhh, whatever, I was not about to wait for shit, I was going to fuck her silly, stupid, ridiculous. She grabbed the base of my dick and said, "Wait . . . piss on me." 




Wet and Wild



What the . . .? The alcohol must have been going to my head because I could have sworn she said . . . nahhhh, I must have been hearing things. Sure enough, when I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, I heard it again. "Nowell, piss on me." 

I sat back on my knees and I looked down at her. I glanced over at the window and I couldn't see Vivian and Ezra anymore. They could have been on the bed, on the floor, they could have been in the kitchen for all I knew. I can't piss with a hardon and I was all prepared to explain that when I heard, "Oooh, yeah, cover me with your hot pee. I want to feel it on my tits. Give me that hot golden shower." 

I have never concentrated harder in my life in such a short period of time because somehow, within seconds, I willed myself to pee right there, hard dick and all. I controlled my flow with amazing skill, if I have to say so myself, and Imani luxuriated in it like it was a special treatment at her spa. She was holding her tits together and looking up at me and telling me how sexy it felt. She started sticking her tongue out, tempting me. I was frozen. Before I knew what was happening, she stuck her finger out and put it in the flow of piss and brought it to her mouth and started sucking it. 

I lost it. I grabbed her hips and I pulled her to the end of the seat. I could see the drops of piss hanging from the tip of my slit and I rubbed them along hers. "Mmmm, fuck me, Nowell, fuck the piss out of me." I took her words literally and I rammed every inch in my dick inside her. She was soaking wet with slippery juices and the sounds of our fucking were accentuated by the slapping of our bodies together with the pee that was between us. I reached down and kissed her. I could taste the slightly salty sweet taste of my piss on her lips and I'm sure she could taste her own on mine. I went into overdrive and I was deep stroking, long stroking, hard stroking, I was working up a sweat. 

Her nails were digging into my back and she kept chanting, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," and all of a sudden, I could feel her pissing on me again. She was pissing while I was fucking her and she was nutting all over me. That did it and it pushed me over the edge. I pulled my dick out and shot my cum on her pee soaked, sweat stained stomach. 

When I regained consciousness (don't laugh at me, shit, I was tired), I went into overprotective mode. 'Are you okay, are you alright?" I kept asking her if she was okay with everything that had happened. 

She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the pool and dove in. I followed and we kissed and she held my face gently in her hands. "I'm more than fine. It's not something that I want to do every day, but I enjoyed it. It was really hot and sexy. I liked it." 

The next morning, I was kicked out of bed at 7 AM to hose down the deck and clean up our mess. Apparently, Ezra had similar duties and was up a little after me, in the kitchen cleaning something in there too. I called Tracy and asked him how his night with Theresa went and he was damn near speechless. "Maaaan, you have no idea. All I can tell you is . . . it as wet and wild." 

"Oh yeah," I said, "I can only imagine."



Wet and Wild



Ben lay curled up on his bed, his slim, but fairly muscular body was wracked by pain. A college senior, he was home ill. He suffered from cramps, and every few minutes he suffered another lot of gut wrenching squeezing. He was also running a high fever, and he lay on his bed wearing only a pair of jockey underwear, sweating.

Suddenly he heard the front door open, it was his mom Lisa. She had been out teaching swimming at the local pool. She was 41, had a great body for her age, she was about 5'7, very tanned all over. Blond hair just below shoulder length, she has average sized breasts, but a very firm butt. She was still turning heads, even as a middle aged woman.

She called out to Ben, and when he didn't answer, she came to his room. She asked what was wrong, her voice tinged with concern. He explained how bad he felt, and told him to meet her in the bathroom.

Ben stood up unsteadily, and made his way to the bath room. His mom walked in soon after, holding what Ben soon found out was an enema. 

Lisa told Ben to take his jockeys off, he was a little hesitant at first, but the pain in his stomach urged him on.

As he slid his jockeys off, he noticed his mom, sliding her jeans and top off. She was still wearing her swimsuit from swim training, for perhaps the first time, he noticed how trim she was. The swimsuit was very high cut, it really showed off her slim waist and flared hips. Her long legs and firm butt were displayed proudly. If he wasn't wracked by pain, he would have had the first signs of a hard on.

Lisa, closed the lid on the toilet, sat on it and asked Ben to lay across her lap. He was nervous and a bit scared, but he trusted his mom. He was aware of the heat coming off her body, and he could smell the fragrance in her hair. As he lay naked across her lap, his penis rubbed against her thigh, his pulse quickened.

Suddenly he felt some probing around his ass hole, his mom had a glob of lubricant on her fingers and she slowly worked one, then two fingers into his ass hole. Ben's cock hardened slightly, and it slipped between his moms thighs. The sweat from his and her body was providing a nice lubricant.

Lisa moved her fingers in and out of his ass, and soon introduced the nozzle of the enema, as she slid it further up his butt, his cock now became fully hard. It peaked at about 7 inches long, and the friction caused by lying on his stomach with his cock between his moms thighs was taking his mind of the pain in his stomach.

Lisa suddenly noticed that her son had a hard on, she had NEVER thought of her son in a sexual way before, but as she allowed hot water to flow into his colon, she realized he had a hot body, and a good sized cock....which was now very hard!

She freaked out a bit, but as more water pumped into him, she became a little curious, and even a little wet in the crotch of her swimsuit. 

As his stomach swelled, Ben's hard on became even harder, and before he realized it he had slowly began bucking his hips a little, and in doing so was rubbing his hard cock against his mothers pussy lips through the fabric of her swimsuit.

Lisa eyes fluttered open as Ben's raging hard on, flicked against her clitoris. Pre-cum oozed from Ben's cock now, and the small gap between Lisa's thighs became more and more lubricated.

All this continued in virtual silence, neither Lisa or her son, spoke a word, both were enjoying what was happening, and were perhaps a little scared, that if they spoke the magic of the moment would be broken.

Before long Ben was nearing climax, as was Lisa. Ben's mom realized the enema bag was empty, Ben's stomach was visibly bloated, and soon Ben noticed that it was becoming pretty uncomfortable. Lisa gestured for Ben to get up off her lap, he stood, and his rock hard glistening cock hung inches from her face.

Ben was now in a bit more pain, Lisa indicated he should sit on the toilet, and release the warm water, she turned her back as he sat down, and released. The relief was instant, he felt much better, and yet his hard on remained.

Lisa told him to have a quick shower, he washed off quickly, and Lisa said one more enema would make sure he wouldn't have anymore problems.

This time Lisa had him stand up, but bent over at the waist. She inserted the lubricated enema nozzle in his butt hole. She stood behind him, and held the bag aloft as the warm water drained in him. Ben's cock became even harder than before. Lisa held the nozzle firm, and her hand glanced against Ben's cock, it twitched, and he looked back at her. 

The wet spot in the crutch of her swimsuit grew and the lust in her loins grew to unstoppable heights. The water from the bag was now all in Ben, and Lisa inserted a small plug into Ben's ass hole. As he stood bent over, she slowly moved her hand to his stiff cock, she took him by the shaft, and slowly began jerking him. Still not a word was said between them, Ben's mind raced. He couldn't believe he was being jacked off by him mom. He slowly began moaning, and as he looked back, he watched as him mom began flicking her clitoris through her swimsuit with her other hand.

Lisa took her hand off Ben's rock hard dick, and pushed him down onto the toilet, he sat down with his cock straight up in the air. Lisa pushed the crutch of her swimsuit aside, revealing her shaved pussy, she moved forward, and sat down on her sons cock, she lowered herself down fully as his 7 inches sank deep into her. She sat facing him as she rode him, she licked his smooth chest and his hands jerkily moved over her breasts. She rocked back and forward, and one of her hands flicked her engorged clit.

It didn't take long for Ben to begin twitching, and moaning louder, as he came close to cumming. Suddenly his full body jerked and he came deep inside his mother, and he released his seed, it then triggered a deep climax of her own.

They both shuddered, and their sweat coated bodies lay collapsed against each other. Lisa got up and had a shower, while Ben emptied his bowels again.

By the time he got of the toilet, Lisa had finished showering and was getting dressed for her next swim training. Barely a word had passed during them during the whole experience. She gave him a wink as she closed the door behind her.

Ben was exhausted, he walked back to his room, and passed out on the bad...wow what a day...



Wet and Wild



Ace told Belle he had to leave on Monday to go back to work. To Belle, it made the night bittersweet. She had grown accustomed to falling asleep beside him and waking him up each morning and she wasn't sure what the new nights would have in store for her. 

Ace put his arms around her, pressing his semi-hard dick on her ass. Belle snuggled closer.

"I can get naked," she told him, half smiling as she said it.

"Whatever you want," he replied.

Belle could tell by the tone of his voice he wanted the same thing she did. She rose up, slipped her nightgown over her head and raised her ass to slide her panties off.

Climbing back in bed, she lay on her side, putting her ass to face him. Ace snuggled closer, their bodies touching. Just before his dick found her, Belle reached and grabbed his now-hard dick. As Belled stroked his dick, Ace caressed her tit. It felt so good the way he grabbed most of it and then squeezed the nipple. Belle moaned and shuddered.

"You know. I could stick it in right now," Ace told Belle with some urgency.

Belle didn't need anymore prodding. With a quick scoot and squirm she showed Ace just how ready she was by putting her ass out for him. He could see her pussy was wet and ready.

He slid in behind her, grabbed one of her legs, raising it straight up and entered her. She moaned and stuck her ass even farther out. He stuck it in farther. Ace could feel her pussy tighten on his dick and he knew she had cum.

He fucked her hard and fast, his dick sliding in and out of her moist pussy. He moaned. She moaned louder. Belle shifted her leg slightly. Ace's dick hit her in just the right spot. It felt so good to her. It felt so good she was afraid he would end it too soon. She tried to store just how good it felt to have his dick go in and out of her pussy for those upcoming lonely nights.

Ace grabbed her other leg as she rotated her hips. He put her legs on his shoulders and slid his dick in and out. Belled cried out.

"Oh god," she screamed. "This feels so fucking good." She grabbed the bed to keep from scratching Ace's thighs, crumpling the freshly cleaned sheets in her hands.. 

He thrust deep inside her a couple more times before he rolled sideways, landing on his back. With his dick still deep inside her wet pussy, Belle tried to move up and down. She couldn't do it with her legs still on Ace's shoulders.

She stood over him and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She put her pussy over him and lowered far enough so just the tip of his dick went inside her. Ace moaned. Belle lowered herself farther, taking him deeper into her pussy. She didn't know how good this would feel and came all over his dick, her juices running down him and onto the bed.

Belle began moving up and down. The faster she moved, the more her tits bounced. Ace reached up and pinched one of her nipples. She came on him again, her juices spilling down his chest and legs this time.

She grabbed his hands and bounced on him, cumming again and again. She came so much that when she went to ride him their bodies made suctioned slurping noises.

Belle laughed. "I can't do this with that noise."

She leaned back, attempting to bring Ace on top of her.

"Stop," he said. "You'll squash my balls."

With a snicker, Belle climbed off Ace, lying on the corner of the bed. He entered her again, causing Belle to cry out.

"Oh God yeah," she screamed. "Fuck me faster."

Ace did. He pounded her dripping, wet pussy with his harder than ever cock. 

Just as Belle was about to cum she said, "You know I'm gonna soak the blanket." 

Ace didn't realize she landed on his favorite fuzzy blanket. Ace moved slightly to grab the blanket out from under Belle's ass. This set Belle off balance. She rolled sideways, landing on all fours in the floor laughing. Catching her off guard, Ace entered Belle.

She came as he did, her juices now running down her legs. Ace rammed his dick hard and fast into Belle over and over.

"Oh God. I'm gonna cum," he told her. Ace tensed and stuck his dick deep inside Belle's pussy, his cum spilling inside. Belle felt his dick throbbing deep within and came over and over.

They stay joined for a bit. When Ace took his dick out of Belle, she came so hard again she soaked the carpet underneath her.

Ace started the shower while Belle stayed down on all fours. When she was finally able to stand, she walked shakily to the bathroom.

"You gonna make it?" Ace asked. Belle nodded yes and smiled as she joined him in the shower.

Ace wrapped his arms around Belle and she grabbed his neck. The water slid over their bodies and she looked up into his eyes.

"We'll have to do this again sometime," she said.



Wet and Wild



Today started like most others, lazy morning in bed, slow sex, then a steamy shower. Dressed and refreshed we head downstairs for coffee and bagels. Chris and I have a vacation planned; we leave Friday for two weeks of fun and sun in the Caribbean. I have only one goal for today; bikini shopping, much to Chris' dismay. I plan on dragging him along with me. We jump in the car and away we go. Bikini's here we come.

Our first stop is at a small boutique, appropriately located near the beach. They have a pretty good selection of suits, and I picked four to try right away. I head back to the change room, and slip into the first one. Chris stays behind in the store smiling awkwardly at the sales girl. I come out of the room to get his opinion. He smiles and nods at the barely existent suit. He likes it, but it's not the one. Next. I slip in and out of the next two, neither of them getting the Chris stamp of approval. Number four, may just change his mind. This one is nothing more than a few strategically placed triangles and a couple of strings. It's white and the fabric is a little thin. I assume when it's wet, it's practically invisible. I check myself out in the mirror, and know this one is hot. My smoothly shaved pussy lips are clearly outlined by the fabric, the start of a wet spot clearly showing through. Yep, totally sheer when wet. The top triangles cover my hard nipples and not much else. My firm tits bulging from the sides look round and firm. I turn to check out my ass, my cheeks tight and tanned, the barely there fabric riding high and clinging tightly. Perfect.

I slip out of the change room and plant myself firmly in front of Chris. He is seated just outside of the curtained area. The store is empty, with the exception of the sales girl behind the cash register. I give a shy smile, and twirl in place my wet pussy nearly at face height for him. He gives a distinct nod, this is the suit. I stand there just a few seconds longer just to make sure he's seen how wet I am. He grabs a nearby magazine, when the sales girl wanders over to check on me, covering his crotch with the glossy pages before she can notice the huge bulge in his pants.

I strip out of the suit right there in the store "I'll take this one" I say handing it to her before heading back to the change room to put my own clothes back on. She blinks at me in mild shock, then heads over to the cash register to ring in my purchase.

Once dressed I saunter up to the counter with Chris in tow, I give my ass a little extra shake just to keep him on his toes. He gives the girl his credit card, and off we go to the next store. 

The drive to the next store is a further away, and down a long winding highway. I can feel the vibrations of his precision sport car deep between my legs. The faster he drives the wetter my pussy gets, the more my clit throbs. 

"Pull over baby, I'm gonna cum and I want your big fat cock inside me when I do." There was obviously no need to tell him twice. He was still carrying around a semi from the last store, and I knew he would be ready for me. I reached over and grabbed his cock through his pants, I could feel his cock throb and jerk beneath my clenched fingers. At the first available rest stop, he pulled off the road and into the deserted parking lot.

"Get out of the car" was all he managed to say. He walked over to my side pulled my hand until I was standing and shut the door behind me. Without another sound, he spun me around and pressed me against the door. The cool glass of the window making my nipples rock hard. He lifted the tiny hem on my short skirt, feeling my ass, and slipping a finger inside me. I closed my eyes to enjoy the ride. I could hear as he lowered the zipper on his pants, and felt his swollen cock head pressed against my cunt. I pushed my ass back towards his cock, feeling its heat slide deep inside me.

"Hard and fast baby, I want it hard and fast." Chris was more than happy to oblige my request. I felt my wet cunt clawing at his his, yearning for him to give me more. Every thrust felt like one orgasm on top of another. I was purring with pleasure. He fucked me hard and fast, just like I wanted, then pulled out at the last second to spill his seed on the scorching hot pavement. I lowered myself in front of him to lick my slick girl cum off of his cock. I gave the head a kiss then tucked him back inside his pants and zipped him up.

Getting back into the car, I leaned over towards him and whispered "don't think this gets you off the hook, I still need another bikini." I smiled and gave him a quick wink as we pulled back out onto the highway and headed to the next store.

This store was cramped and full of people. I wandered in and out of the racks looking for suits to try on. Once I had a good selection, I grabbed Chris' hand and dragged him to the dressing rooms with me.

"Wait right here for me babe, I'll model the suits for you" I said. "I want to know which one you like best" He nodded briefly then leaned against the wall right outside the curtained off room.

The first couple of suits were boring and did nothing to accentuate my plentiful assets. Suit number three was defiantly going to win over a few new admirers. Black and shiny with criss-crossed ties across the back. I peeled back the curtain to give him a peek. 

He smiled broadly and said "I think this one is acceptable." I giggled at his obvious enjoyment of the suit. A sales girl walked past at that exact moment leading another woman into the next room. She stopped in between us to ask if we need help.

I asked her what she though of the suit. She stepped closer to me to adjust the silky cups covering my erect nipples, then spun me around to smooth the wrinkles from the seat. Her small warm hands felt like hot lava on my body. Chris just smiled and crossed his hands in front of his bulging cock. No one admires a sexy red head as much as I do. I was already wet and horny and having this goddess of auburn hair, small tits and tight ass running her hands all over my body set my pussy on fire.

"The suit looks great on you, it's a very good fit" she said then continued on her way back out to the store front.

Chris lowered his hands from in front of his cock so I could have a good hard look. He then politely asked if I need help getting out of the suit. Never one to turn down a favour, I invited him into the room with me. With the curtain closed behind us, he pressed my back up against the mirrored wall. He groped and pinched at my tender breasts. He pushed aside the fabric to take each nipple into his hot mouth. I was gasping for air, and trying to be as quiet as possible since there was someone in the room next to ours. He silently unzipped his pants and released his rod. He lifted my leg and slid the bikini bottom to the side. My pussy was slick with anticipation and more then ready to feel a long hard rod in its depths. He teased my clit with the head of his cock, rubbing back and forth over the hard nub. My leg was quivering beneath me and I was happy to have Chris and the mirror to hold me up. I pressed my face into his shoulder to muffle the sounds of my impending orgasm. The explosion looming with every flick of my clit had me on the verge of tears I wanted to cum so badly. When he could tease me no longer, he slowly dipped the head of his cock into my cunt. I bit into the well muscled flesh of his shoulder as a wave of pleasure washed over me. With my back pressed against the mirror, Chris drove his cock deeper inside my wet pussy. I slid higher and higher up the wall with every thrust of his hips. 

"Cum for me baby" I whispered in his ear. "Spray your hot goo inside my pussy." With one last thrust he came full force inside my throbbing cunt.

He slowly lowered me to my feet and slipped his cock out of me. "You always know just what to say to make me come babe" he whispered with a chuckle.

"I guess this is the right bikini for our trip" I laughed as we cleaned ourselves up and left the dressing room. We were headed for the cash register when the sexy redhead skipped up behind us.

"You forgot this in the dressing room" she said slipping a piece of paper into my palm. She flashed me a sexy smile then wandered away with a hot little shake of her ass.

Chris and I looked down at the slip of paper. It read simply. "That was so hot" then "Amber" and her phone number "555-5555." I looked at Chris and smiled. I couldn't wait to get home and call her.



Wet and Wild



As I awaken I find us still in a deep embrace from a night of passion.

I slip away to the bathroom and while in there sneak into the shower.

As the water is rushing all over me I feel a strange feeling as if, I can't explain it.

I rinse the soap from my face and see you standing there watching me shower.

I turn and continue to wash and rinse and I feel you approach.

You take the soap from my hand and begin to rub it all over my body.

My arms, my back, my ass, my legs and then I feel your breasts press against my back.

I try to turn but you are holding me prisoner with your body.

I feel your hands covered with soap rubbing my hips and working their way forward and down.

My breathing is fast and irregular now anticipating what you may do.

First those hands caress my balls and inner thighs, squeezing and rubbing gently.

I feel the tops of your hands bump up against my now hardening cock.

Then one hand, I am not sure which takes my cock and begins to soap it up while the other continues to rub and squeeze my sac and each ball one at a time.

Once again I try to move to feel you and you press your breasts and pelvis even tighter holding me helpless to use my hands.

Now your hand is stroking my cock as the soap suds build so does our passion.

I feel your nipples hardening as they hold me prisoner as your pelvis thrusts occasionally against my ass and I feel the heat building in your hot cunt.

I can feel your lust in your fingers and hands as they work me into a frenzy of passion.

My cock is now hard and the head is throbbing and each time your hand passes over the rim it grows a little more.

You seem to move away and I turn to find you kneeling in the shower and as I turn you grab my cock and begin to rinse it off.

I look down through the steam and see those big beautiful eyes staring back up at me and our eyes lock.

As I reach down to feel you, your hands fall away from me and you press your cheek against my leg.

I grab you hair and run my fingers through it as I feel your lips caressing my leg and groin.

The feeling of your wet hair in my hands is exciting and I reach with my other hand and grab my cock, which is still fairly hard.

You are watching me as I begin to stroke it and rub my cock against your cheek and across your lips.

Your tongue juts out to meet this intruder and licks the head and shaft.

I smack your cheek with the head and few times and you moan a bit.

As your tongue reaches out to meet my cock again I lift it away and rub my sac against your tongue and you hungrily lick it and suck one of my balls in your mouth and caress it with your tongue and lips.

I rub my cock across your forehead and eyebrows and you suckle my ball sac and then switch to the other ball.

I smack you on the forehead with my cock and you moan again.

I wrap you hair around my cock and begin to stroke it in this embrace of your wet hair.

I look down and see that you are working your clit and labia with you hands.

I release my cock from your hair and thrust it into your mouth with a firm grasp on your hair and the back of your head.

I thrust it deep into your mouth feeling those amazing lips making love to the shaft and you make a guttural sound of passion.

I withdraw my sword from your mouth and gaze into your eyes as you lick your lips and whisper, fuck me my master, fuck my mouth with your cock.

I slip it in slowly this time, staring into your eyes as it drills deeper and deeper in your mouth.

I begin to fuck your mouth as the shower continues to cool us and I see that you are now playing your pussy as you caress my balls with the other hand.

Our eyes are still locked as I continue my assault and as the feeling of climax begins to well up inside me, my head now huge throbbing in your mouth, you suddenly pull away.

Still playing with your pussy and staring into my eyes you grasp my cock with the other hand and begin to stroke it and kiss the head, licking the cum leaking from the opening.

I am now struggling to stay on my feet, my knees feel as if they will buckle at any moment.

The sight of you staring into my eyes and stroking my cock is overwhelming my senses.

Even with the shower running I can smell your passion.

You tell me to cum all over you, a thought that exhilarates me to the very height of passion.

But I pull you up to me and kiss you deeply as I feel your breasts press against my chest and your hands grab my ass.

I reach down and pull one of your legs up and around me and guide my cock into your pussy, just the tip.

Then slowly, ever so slowly it glides in, just an inch at a time.

I am fucking your mouth with my tongue and fucking your pussy with my cock and fucking your mind with my mind, the ultimate love embrace.

I grab your hair and pull your head back and bite, gently the side of your neck as I dig my nails into your ass and then smack it.

Your pussy clamps so hard on my cock that I am not sure it will ever escape and at this point I want it to stay inside of you forever.

I grab your other leg and pull it up and wrap it around me pressing you against the wall of the shower as I thrust deeply inside of you.

Our bodies and souls are becoming one as our lovemaking continues.

Our mouths are locked together, our tongues making love to each other and an occasional nibble on our necks.

You whisper in my ear "I feel your cock throbbing inside of me my darling."

I reply "I want to stay inside your pussy forever baby".

Your breasts still firmly pressing against my chest, I wish I could hold them, play with them, suck on them, nibble on them.

You whisper in my ear again "fill me with your hot love, fill my pussy with that hot cum."

Those words send me into a fucking frenzy, I am now slamming my cock deep inside you and you are making sounds and groans and small screams.

Now I nibble at your ear and whisper "It's time my darling, it's time, I am going to pump you full of hot cum, deep inside that pussy locked on my cock, Are you ready?"

You make a sound that I cannot understand and I explode inside of you, cumming violently, over and over, my cock shoots again and again as you fall limp in my arms.

I dry both of us off and carry you back to the bed and lay and hold you as you bask in the fruits of our love making.

I whisper in your ear, not sure if you even hear me "Good Morning My Darling, Good morning!"



Wet & Wild Breakfast



TJ blinked his eyes in response to the strong sun that beamed into the bedroom. He tossed the covers off. It was almost too warm with them on. His mind wandered back to the events of last night. A smile grew on his face as he remembered Jennifer moaning, holding onto the headboard as he thrust his shaft into her dripping cunt. He looked over towards the bathroom. Jennifer wasn't there. TJ got out of bed and pulled a pair of jogging pants on. He trotted down the stairs to the kitchen. Jennifer was sitting on the island eating cereal. She smiled at TJ as he waked in.

"I thought that you weren't going to get up at all today."

"Well, the thought did cross my mind."

Jennifer smiled flirtlingly at him. She was dressed in a small gray tank top and a matching pair of gray thong panties. The tank top just barely covered her perky 34 C Breasts. The cool air caused her nipples to make prominent peaks in the soft fabric. Her tits bounced lightly as she moved. TJ felt his cock stir in his pants. His eyes traveled down her stomach, over the blue belly button ring to the heather gray underwear. She was sitting Indian style on the marble countertop. Her smooth legs traveled down and met at the patch of gray covering her sweet pussy. His cock hardened just thinking of it. She could see the mound that her thick lips made in the underwear. He reached down and adjusted his hardening cock.

Jennifer looked up at him from her bowl of cereal, "What is going through your mind?"

"Oh I was just thinking of last night."

"Really, and what were you thinking abut last night?"

"I was remembering how it felt to have my cock buried in you."

"Really?" she leaned back on her hands, "Tell me more."

"Well, I was thinking about what it felt like as you presses your naked body against mine. It was incredible feeling your breasts, with their hard nipples, rub over my chest. The feeling when your tongue ran over the head of my cock." He reached down and adjusted himself once again. He was rock hard now, thinking of her. She watched as his hand moved to his crotch and gripped his penis to adjust it. She could see the outline of the hard member through the thin fabric of the snap pants. The image of him getting hard in front of her aroused her. She could feel her lips start to swell with the excitement. She reached up and ran a hand over her breast. Her nipple was hard with the combination of excitement and the cool air. She twitched slightly as he continued.

"Then, the taste of your pussy as I licked your wet lips, and the sensation of having you come, your juice flooding my mouth."

Jennifer shuddered as she thought of the sensations of his tongue bringing her to an orgasm. TJ looked at her panties and noticed a dark gray spot that had formed as her cunt oozed. He gently ran his hand over her now swollen lips. She gasped as his fingers found her clit and caresses it through the wet fabric. He reached up and pulled her tank top off. Her breasts popped from under their restraint. His mouth found her nipples. TJ nibbled lightly then bit down on her hard, swollen nipples. Jennifer gasped in pleasure and pain. The dark, wet spot in her panties was growing larger and TJ wanted to penetrate her with his thick erection. He laid Jennifer down on the counter. His mouth moved from her nipples down her stomach. She laughed as his lips played with her bellybutton ring. He tugged at it, tickling her more.

"TJ, stop, I have to go pee."

"No, you should have thought of that before."

"Please!" She begged him to let her release the sudden pressure that was now building as he tickled her.

"You can pee but only if you go here," TJ motioned with his head towards the sink set into the counter right next to her. "and you have to do what I tell you."

"Ok, anything, just let me go!" Jennifer stood, and began to remove her thong.

"No, leave it on for now!"

"What?" Jennifer asked.

"Leave it on, I will tell you when you can take them off."

Jennifer moved, and squatted over the sink. TJ could see the warm, damp spot that had formed between her legs. His cock throbbed as he thought of how wet her tight tunnel was. She leaned back against the faucet. Her face had turned slightly red. She was beginning to get slightly embarrassed about peeing in her panties in front of him. 

"I can't go like this." Jennifer squirmed. TJ pressed on her stomach. He could tell by the look on her face that she was trying to hold it back.

"Go ahead, it's ok." Jennifer relaxed. TJ watched as the damp spot on her thong grew. Her piss began to soak her panties, and then began to drip from the sodden fabric.

"Stop!" Jennifer looked at him, "Stop!!" She squeezed hard. The flow of piss stopped. "Stand up and take off your underwear." Jennifer did as she was told. She squatted back over the sink. "Don't start yet, wait" Her face grimaced as she squeezed her muscles together to keep the flow from starting again. TJ smiled as he thought of how tight she was and how much tighter she would be if she did this every day. "Spread your pussy lips for me. Jennifer leaned back farther and reached down with one hand. Her fingers gently and slowly spread her engorged lips apart. The bright red of her tight entrance dripped with excitement. "Ok, now you can start." Jennifer felt herself getting wetter. It was incredibly arousing squatting there, with her lips spread wide, peeing in front of TJ. She relaxed and the flow started. TJ looked on as the thin stream ran from between her spread lips. The flow slowed to a trickle then ended. Jennifer looked at him. "I want you inside me right now!" She was incredibly hot from exposing herself like this.

TJ grabbed the spray nozzle from the sink. "Lets wash you off first." He turned it on and sprayed her privates. The spray hit her clit and made her shudder. She gripped his hand and guided the nozzle in closer. She worked the spray over her protruding clit. TJ watched as she came. Her thick lips pulsed as the sensations spread through her body. He toweled her off and sat her on the edge of the counter. Grabbing each of her ankles, he spread her legs as far apart as they would go. He looked at her lips as the spread, opening her to him. 

TJ yanked off the running pants and placed his thick head on her lips. His head traveled up and down between her cunt-lips, picking up her flowing juices as it went. Without warning he pressed his cock into her tight pussy. She moaned as she began to fill with is meat. TJ kept pushing. He felt his cockhead pop past each row of muscles. He stopped as he reached his full depth. He paused for a moment, admiring the image of her taught cunt, stretched to its limit with is manhood. He backed out, Jennifer felt her vagina collapse as his rod withdrew. 

TJ then pushed back into her. He started to move faster and faster. He wet lips made sucking sounds as his firm cock slipped in and out. She groaned as her next orgasm neared. Reaching down with one hand she rubbed her clit fiercely. Her hips bucked as she hit her peak. Her cunt pumped on his rod, squirting her cum past the tight plug in her pussy. Her cum dripped off his balls and onto the floor. TJ gasped as her tunnel kneaded his shaft, buried deep in her pussy. He was about to cum, to explode inside of her. With a loud pop, he pulled his cock from her vagina. The remainder of her cum drooled from her spread lips.

TJ pulled her off the counter and onto the tile floor. Jennifer turned around and gripped the edge of the counter. She moved her feet back until her head was between her elbows. TJ gazed at her pussy, it was still partially open, stretched from the reaming that it had just received. Jennifer's ass was wet with her own cum. TJ slipped his thumb into her dripping pussy. She pushed her ass back towards him. Slowly he moved his finger towards her puckered asshole. A quiver traveled through Jennifer's body as his thumb traced the rim of her opening. 

TJ pressed forward and his thumb slipped easily into her ass. Her breathing was more audible as she felt his finger wiggle in her ass. She was tight, TJ could barely move his finger. He was unsure whether or not he would be able to get his 2" diameter cock into her nether region. He withdrew his thumb and placed the tip of his prick at her ass. His cock was still covered in her juice and it slipped up and down her crack easily. TJ held the tip at her opening and pushed forward.

"TJ, don't. I have never had a cock in my ass before" TJ pushed harder. Jennifer began to wiggle, it was just what he wanted. As her ass wiggled back and forth to avoid his thick shaft it began to open. TJ grabbed her hips and pulled towards her. Jennifer groaned as his thick cock plunged into her ass. TJ stared down at his dick, buried up to his balls in her ass. He began to thrust, sliding the length of his shaft in and out of her freshly speared ass. 

She moaned as the pain subsided and the pleasure increased. Soon she was bucking her hips wildly on his rod, trying to force more of it in her. TJ was nearing his climax. He reached around her leg and massaged her clit. Jennifer's knees went weak as she orgasmed. Cum oozed from her empty cunt and her ass clamped down on TJ's buried cock. He held back for as long as possible before he exploded inside her. His rod pulsed with each stream of steamy cum that sprayed into her ass. 

Jennifer slipped two fingers into her pussy and brought herself to another orgasm. Her ass squeezed and pumped the remaining cum from TJ's prick. Slowly he pulled his dick out, her ass closed up as soon as it was free, trapping his jiz deep in her ass. Jennifer dropped to her knees, exhausted from the thorough fucking she had just received. TJ wondered how many other places in this house would soon be covered with the pool of her juice and cum that covered the counter. Well, there was only one way to find out.