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A Ride

By: sinssins



We walk to your car, as I wrap my arms around myself in anxiety. You see me and smile slyly, pulling me close to you.

I look up into your sexy eyes. Tender now but able to go stone cold at my slighted error. They now hold so much passion and promise that I loose my anxiety and start to feel wet once again.

You kiss my lips tenderly, licking my bottom lip, touching the tip of your moist tongue to mine, not caring if anyone see us. Our lips part and you steer me into the passenger seat. Your new Lincoln is as black as your midnight eyes. The new leather smell increases my wetness. You get in the drivers side and reach over grasp the seat-belt and secure me into place.

You slide your warm hands across my soft thighs rubbing them softly as I move to ride low in the front seat with my dress unbuttoned from the bottom to up around my waist, my legs apart and my bare crotch exposed to you. The way you have taught me.

"Good girl." you murmur.

You slide my fingers into your wet pink pussy slowly, "Oh...." I sigh. I am so wet as you work you fingers in and out, rubbing the ball of your thumb in a circular motion against my swollen clit. 

You remove your hand and start the car. We are headed to an adult video store. A place where I will be on display, I know this, and though apprehension returns, I am with you so I feel safe. I replay what has just happened in our bedroom. The internet link and the two studs who watched me as I performed for you. Came for you. "Thank you." I whisper.

You grab my hand and bring it to your lips. "No. Thank you."

As you pull into traffic, you move you hand back to my thigh and snap my garter. I know my signals well. Spreading my legs wider I begin to finger myself. I push my fingers deep inside my dripping wet pussy, throwing my head back and moaning softly I imagine your tongue in me fucking me so hard. Your wet sweet tongue scraping my clit before plunging into my hole again. My pussy begins to spasm around my fingers. I turn to you and beg for release. "Your very quick tonight we haven't even made it out of the neighborhood yet. No. You can slow for a moment and rest, but, you may not cum." I groan softly and move my fingers to a slow steady rhythm. Enough to stop myself from going over the edge, but not withdrawing. You have not given me the signal to withdraw my fingers from my cunt, and so, I will not. 

We pull out onto the main highway into town. You never take your eyes from the road but I know you can see everything I do. You begin to whisper softly to me in your rough sexy tone telling you how much you love my sweet pussy so wet, so hot, you can smell it from across the car. Your words are like an aphrodisiac. The more you talk to me the hotter I get and the faster my fingers dive in and out of my cunt. An SUV full of young college-aged men pulls up next to us and I falter in my rhythm. 

"If you stop, I will pull over and let those young studs have a go at you." Your voice is dead calm and it sends a shiver up my spine. Fearing that you will do as you promise, I close my eyes and resume the manipulation of my hot box. I jump when you blow the horn and though I don't open my eyes I know you have gotten the attention of the young driver. Has he seen me? Is he watching silently? Is he telling his friends to look down into our car and watch me play with myself? This and a dozen other questions soar through my mind. But, I do not stop my fingers from thrusting in and out, in and out of my now sopping pussy.

To my amazement, I am know even more turned on. The fingers of my free hand fly to my hard little clit and I start to rub it hard and fast. My breath is also coming hard and fast. I am close to cumming altogether. I fling my head around and beg for release..."PLEASE! OH! GOD! PLEASE LET ME CUM!" 

"Go for it baby...Give those boys something to wish for and dream about."

"I'm cummmmming...." I scream as I grind my hips into my fingers so deep, I'm almost fisting myself. My cum spews forth is a gush around my fingers soaking your leather seat. You reach over and pinch my clit hard and another gusher escapes this time harder than the first.

You grab my hair and pull my open mouth to yours, kissing me hard and deep.

You do not even care that I have sprayed my juices all over your dashboard and leather seats. The men in the SUV honk their appreciation and pull ahead.

You release my lips but not my hair. Forcing my head lower toward your lap. I know what you demand. What you need.

Taking the zip in my teeth, I pull it down. Then reach in and release your giant to me. I admire your cock for a moment before kissing your head tenderly. I know this is not what you need so I immediately take the head into my hot moist mouth and roll my tongue over you head sucking pre-cum from your hole. I hear you hiss my name. I begin to slowly take the rest of you into my mouth. First, just another inch then back to the head. Swirling my tongue along the bottom of your head, before going back down to take another inch in to my hot wet mouth. Back up to just the head. Your hard stiff cock is slicked at just the top half now. I wrap my fist around the top half and start moving it up and down slicking the rest of your cock. While jacking you with my hand, I move my head in rhythm to my hand and continue to suck your now massive cock-head. You are in great control and do not come. You know this frustrates me. I love to taste your cum. An idea occurs to me. With my free hand, I lift the front of your shirt. I can now feel the hair on your stomach grazing my cheek. There is not much room to maneuver between you and the steering wheel. Taking great care not to hit your steering arm, I remove my hot eager mouth from your cock and move it to your hot hard stomach. Licking and kissing With my head under your shirt I find my way up to your right nipple.

I start to increase my tempo on your cock faster and harder my hand pumps you, stopping every so often to just squeeze the base or run my fingernails down you length.

At you nipple I start to suckle you. Hard. Keeping rhythm with my hand on you cock. Stopping when it did to softly lick or nip you now distended nipple. I can feel your cum gathering at the base ready to explode. "Get back down there!" You voice is strained your self-control reaching it's end. Moving back down I wrap my lips around your hard cock just as you grasp a fistful of my hair and shove my head forcing your entire length down my throat. Almost immediately, I feel you hot juice surging down my throat. You cock quivering and surging in my mouth as I swallow and swallow. My throat muscles massaging you, causing you to cum even more. It is a good thing I have not eaten tonight, you have filled me, but good. In my mouth your cock comes to semi-attention, you never seem to be fully deflated. I start to back off and release you from my mouth, but the pressure of your hand does not leave the back of my head. "You did not ask permission to leave my cock earlier. You took your own initiative to move to my nipple. And though I enjoyed it, you must be made to realize that if I want a blow-job, then a blow-job is all I want. You stay right where you are until we get to the video store."

I moan around your cock, my jaw stretched and my breathing restricted, I hope the trip will not be too long. 

A Ride Home



We had been co-workers for several weeks before I truly noticed you, how beneath your formal working clothes seemed to be hidden all sorts of feminine curves and secrets. When we found ourselves working late together one night, I offered to drive you home (I said it was on my way, but it really was quite out of my way). Inside the small enclosed space of my car, your perfume filled the air more strongly, and I thought as I drove that I could feel the warmth of your body beside me. I fantasized that you felt something as well, as our talk turned to your personal tastes and how you liked to have fun. You mentioned that you liked to flirt with men in bars, just playing with them, showing them a bit of leg or even tit, pretending that it was an accident.

"But aren't you married?" I asked. 

"That's true," you admitted. "But that doesn't mean I have to be in a cage! Besides, I think that adds an extra edge to it, the thrill of it."

"Does your husband know that you do this?" I wondered.

"No, he'd be furious -- I hate to think what he'd do, both to me and any guy I was playing with."

Just then we pulled up in front of your house. I looked over at you to say goodnight when I noticed that you had unbuttoned your blouse to reveal, not simply some cleavage, but much of one of your breasts, just short of your nipple. 

I'd like to say that I am so cool that I wasn't thrown by your gesture, but I was. A thrill cut into the center of me, and I know you saw it in my face. I don't believe in letting opportunities pass, for I always regret it, so I moved my face near yours, so close I could feel your breath, and sensing no objection from you, pressed my lips to yours. Your lips parted, and my tongue found yours, the two organs slipping and sliding around each other, exploring new territory. I slipped a hand inside your blouse, cupping your tit in my palm, holding its warmth and weight, squeezing it slightly before sliding my fingers down over your nipple - it was already well firm, and holding you close I could sense your reaction when I pinched it firmly in my fingers.

"God," you gasped, "I've wanted to do that since I first saw you..."

"What a delight you are..." I whispered.

At that, you sat back in your seat a bit and opened your legs. "Go ahead," you said. "I took off my panties before we left the office."

Dazed with excitement, I also recalled what you'd said about your husband, and how volatile he might be in the wrong situation. And if there was ever a wrong situation, this was becoming one. "What about... what about him?" I asked.

"I'm sure he's asleep," you assured me. "He won't notice us out here and he doesn't expect me for a bit." 

My desire got the better of my caution as I slid a hand up your thigh, and the touch of softness and hair and wetness all mixed together jolted straight to my heart -- and my cock, which now had reached full erection. Stroking you with my fingers, my face against yours, my nose in your fragrant hair, in your ear, you suddenly blurted out, "please, your finger -- put it inside me, I adore being finger fucked."

No more, I thought to myself, than I love finger fucking, my sweet one. And as you had asked, I put one finger to your opening, playing with its rim, the sensitive muscle the rings your entrance, and then slowly slipped inside you, touching your slippery warm walls, which clasped my finger as I slid it in and out of you. Watching your breasts, which you had now fully unclothed, I continued to finger you, adding a second one inside you, your breath coming more quickly and little whimpers escaping from your throat, until at last your hips thrust rapidly against my hand and I felt a series of quick strong spasms squeeze my fingers, after which you relaxed.

Withdrawing my fingers, I put them to my nose and inhaled, then wiped them on your lips before kissing you there, tasting both your mouth and your pussy in a long lingering kiss.

My cock was straining to emerge, and it leapt to life as your hand brushed over it and you said, "would you like to come inside?"

"Would you like to come in?" you said.

My heart, already racing from the thrill of touching you, from the astonishing sweetness of feeling your orgasm, stopped beating for a few seconds from sheer terror -- what did you mean, come in? How could I come in when your presumably big burly husband was in there? All of these were my thoughts, but what came out of my mouth was simply "hunnnh?"

You seemed to have anticipated my reluctance, and smiled with what seemed like a good deal of self-assurance. "Oh, my husband? There's no need to worry -- he's asleep upstairs and really, he sleeps like a log -- he won't hear anything, he sets three alarm clocks to get up in the morning and I still have to wake him. Please, come in, I have a little lair set out in a back room on the first floor."

Now I knew this was crazy, and envisioned myself waking up as dawn approached, my body bruised, my head aching, my face bearing the marks of your husband's massive college ring. But these thoughts were interrrupted as I noticed how your chest was still heaving from our little finger fucking session. My cock began to stiffen again, my balls ached for release, not in a cold dark room by myself, stroking off into a kleenex, but with you, "in" you if at all possible. My own breath quickened as I heard myself saying "love to."

You led me by the hand up the walkway to your door and then quietly along a dark hall. I liked the sense I got of your body as you moved -- something about you seemed strong and agile in your own feminine way. Something about following you through the dark like that, our hands clasped together, seemed to intensify my anticipation about getting my hands back on you again.

And then we were there -- you closed a door behind us and lit a very dim lamp that cast its soft light over a little room with a desk, an armchair, and best of all a bed. I don't know who was hungrier then, but it seemed that we both were all over each other, our bodies pressed together, you in my arms, my hands taking in the contours of you, you doing the same before plunging your hands up under my shirt, running them over my chest and my erect nipples. Your hips pressed into mine and I pressed my thigh between yours, you responded by squeezing your thighs together and rocking yourself into me. Buttons may have been popped off, it all happened so quickly, but there you were in my arms, bare breasted, and I had lost my shirt as well, our bare skins elated to touch each other.

I sat you down on the bed and began to kiss your breasts, first along the top rims, then across each of them and in between them, until finally taking their tips, one at a time into my mouth, suckling your nipples, nipping gently, then not so gently as I felt you ready. 

You were far from passive and were working to unbuckle my belt, then unfasten my pants, your hands seeking and quickly finding my now very stiff cock and pulling it out. You pulled yourself away from me and buried your head in my lap -- it was heavenly as your mouth sealed over the head of my cock, sucking and drawing up towards its tip, then plunging back down. After a couple of strokes you let go, and worked my pants completely off before returning to me, now grasping my shaft with one hand, your other playing with my balls as you took me back into your mouth.  The sensation of it to me -- the warm aliveness of your lips and tongue, the way your hair cascaded over my lap and touched my thighs, the passion with which you went at me, the sight of my cock sliding between your lips, disappearing and reemerging wet with your saliva -- all of this brought me very quickly to the edge.

Ordinarily I might have been pleased -- way more than pleased -- to finish the evening this way, an expected, thrilling blow job -- but our time in my car had already acquainted me with the pleasures that might be found between your legs, and I remembered the taste of you from kissing your lips after wiping my fingers across them earlier. No, I had to have more of you, "no," I said, "not this way," and I took your face in my hands. You looked up at me, seemingly disappointed and surprised, until I tugged at the waistband of your skirt, undid it and slid it off you.

Suddenly I was on top of you, your legs opening to hold me within and my cock brushed against the wetness of your bush. Our eyes met, then we both looked down as you took my cock in your hand and directed it inside you -- it slipped in easily and, even though I had intended to make a grand, slow introduction of my manhood, I was overcome by you, unable to control myself from thrusting deep into you from the very instant of penetration. 

We looked at each other, I don't know what you saw but I saw your full lips and your pretty delicious tits beneath me, your hips engulfing me, our pubic hair nestled together and I began to pump, rocking into you -- and to my delight you rocked back equally enthusiastically. Your pussy held me so tightly, so shaped to the contours of my cock, so loving as your mouth had been before. You bent your knees and drew your feet up close to your bottom, and I tickled your inner thigh as we fucked each other. I took one of your feet into my hand, my palm against your sole, pressing my thumb into its flesh while we continued our rocking. 

You drew your legs up, your knees back against your sides, your feet in the air, knees bent, to allow me maximum penetration, as we both so desired, and I could feel that you would have cried out had we not been required to be quiet, could feel your body tensing as the pleasure overwhelmed you, could feel myself melting into you, your body, your pussy, when suddenly you couldn't control yourself anymore, you screamed, "Oh, God!" and I could feel you near so I thrust harder. "Oh, God!" you cried and your fingers scratched at my back, hard, so I slammed into you and felt it come, felt you lose control of yourself, felt you squeezing me inside you, felt my semen rise from inside me and I pumped into you, ohhh, every drop of it urgently into you, you lovely thing.

I felt you relax and you still continued to chant, in a whisper now, almost sobbing, "oh, God, God..." Thinking that the earth had really moved for you (as it had for me) I looked at your face, trying to meet your eyes and share the emotions of this moment. 

But your eyes were focused on a point behind me, which I turned to see. 

It was your husband.

He was naked.

Completely naked, his red hard-on jutting out from a mass of dark pubic hair. And he was wearing that massive college ring that I'd imagined imprinted on my jaw.

"Uh, I think I'd better leave," I said hopefully. We were still, engaged as it were, and I withdrew from you purposefully. All of that discretion seemed for naught when the tip of me came out of you with a loud smacking sound.

"No, I think you'd better stay," he said. "As for you,” he said, turning to you, “is this how you planned to get your way?"

You said nothing, but you didn't move either, you just lay there with your legs wide open, your pussy swollen and red, your pubic hair soaked with your own secretions, and a little white river trickling out from the bottom of your inner labia.

"That was really quite exciting," he said. "I have to admit I enjoyed watching you two."

"John," you said, breaking your silence, "you're the one who brought another woman to our bed, and I did not object. But you know how much I'd wanted to bring another man into our situation, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it."

"And now here he is," said John. I became even more uncomfortable with attention focused on me. I began to plan my exit from this room, but how?

"Well, what are you going to do about it now?" you asked. "He's already fucked me."

John looked at me, rubbing his large hands together, then scanned your long naked body from top to bottom. This was it, I figured, and bent down to pick up my pants from the floor. 

"No," he said. "You're not going anywhere." Then, seeing my body stiffen with anticipation, he heaved a great sigh and knelt between your open thighs. Bringing his lips close to you, holding your hips, he kissed you deeply in your center, drinking you in (and, as he continued, surely drinking me in as well...). You surrendered yourself to him, running your hands through his hair, moaning as he worked his mouth over your already well loved pussy.

He sat back on his heels and looked up at me -- I had not moved since being instructed that I wasn't to leave. "You," he said, "get up near her head, and...well, be good to her, pleasure her."

I knelt beside the bed next to your head, unsure of myself at first, but then I put my hands against the sides of your face, stroking your cheeks as your husband plunged his face back down on you. There was an electricity that seemed to charge out of you right into me as he aroused you further, a charge that quickly caused my own cock to stir with life again, indeed I quickly became hard once more. My fingers slipped across your lips, then I pushed a finger inside your mouth and you caressed it with your tongue. I bent down to kiss your forehead, wondering I must admit, how much I was going to get away with, but your husband seemed quite occupied.

I kissed your mouth and you kissed back -- and I can't say that I've ever felt the kind of thrill that was, kissing a woman while her husband was down there at the other end of her, kissing another set of lips. I loved it, we both seemed to love it, and we kissed more and more deeply. I swam in that kiss, in you, my hands sliding down over your breasts, ohhhh, this was so wonderful.

Suddenly the slurping stopped and I looked up to see your husband sitting back on his heels. He barked, "Enough of that. It's time for you to turn over." I wasn't sure what this meant but obviously the two of you did, as you raised yourself up on your hands and knees, presenting your bottom to him. John seemed oblivious to me as he moved forward and into you -- I was still close enough to feel you react as he entered you and began to slide himself in and out of you. You looked up at me and I touched your face, taking your face in my hands gently as our eyes locked.

I was startled when, without your face betraying your intentions, I felt you clasp one hand around my cock and pull me closer, then bend your head down to meet it, taking me back into your mouth. Startled, as I say, but quickly sinking back beneath the waves of pleasure that you gave to me. 

What ran through my mind in these moments was unusual, but then this whole situation was unusual. I loved what you were doing to me, even more so because you seemed to love it too. I was disconcerted, just a bit, by the presence of your husband and what he would see on my face if he were to look at me -- but he seemed so intensely into his own arousal that his eyes seemed to be either closed or looking somewhere not here. Most of all, though, I felt a unique thrill, a special kind of erotic charge -- after all, here I was, my cock being sucked by a very attractive woman who, at the very same time, was being fucked by her husband! I'd never quite imagined, when I had started the day, that it would end up like this!

And what was it like for you I wondered, two penises at your service, entered at both ends of yourself, shortly to be filled from both ends, it seemed.

More quickly than I had imagined, too -- because your husband began to thrust hard into your ass, which he took into those large hands of his and squeezed, crying out and ejaculating into you. I could feel your reaction as you clamped down on me a little tighter with your mouth, and sounded what would have been a little scream, had your mouth not been full. "Ohh," said your husband, gasping for breath, "that was amazing -- but I'm sorry to have come so quickly -- I guess I was just overwhelmed by the excitement of this." He pulled out of you and sat in an armchair beside the bed. Looking at us -- you, with my cock in your mouth, you, with your bottom high in the air.

For the first time I sensed that rather than being angry about this, your husband had actually found it enjoyable.  Since, if I was wrong on that score, I was undoubtedly already well deserving of whatever punishment he would deal out, I decided there was no harm in being bold. I drew your head up and off me and stepped around to the end of the bed, positioning myself behind you. "If you don't mind..." I said. 

Hearing no objection from either of you, I inserted my now aching cock into you from the rear, into your now well-used opening, and pushed deeply inside you. Again, the delight of your body transported me into a sea of physical pleasure, and I remember imagining what it must be like for the tip of my cock, that fleshy, purple, helmet shaped bulb with the little slit at the end, as it journeyed as far inside you as it could go.  I imagined being enveloped in red warmth, redness being how I imagined it in there, as my tip slid up through your welcoming, slippery muscle that conformed so firmly to my shape. I felt your buttocks against my loins, your labia around the base of my cock, and looked down to see your breasts bouncing with each thrust we made against each other.

This had all become so frenzied, so animal -- I couldn't help myself from increasing the speed and power of my thrusts into you, I had to, I had to HAVE you in this way, and you didn't seem to mind, no you seemed to love it, even when, as my own climax arrived, I grabbed a hank of your hair and pulled your head up and back, pulling you back into me as I pumped what felt like a quart of warm pleasure into your willing body. I couldn't recall ever coming so intensely, and as I recovered myself I could see that you had also reached satisfaction, as you were still bearing down on me, hungry to take as much of me into you as you could. I can still see the thick base of my cock, thrust up between both sets of your pussy lips as you do this; I won't forget that image.

At this point all I wanted was to lie close with you and sleep with you in my arms, but three's a crowd and I found myself and my clothing ushered to the door, where you kissed me on the mouth quickly and gave a wink. "I hope you didn't mind," you said before closing the door. 

As I drove home, still feeling the glow of your touch and your wetness on my skin, I wondered whether you hadn't planned the entire evening all along - not that I minded! And perhaps it might be repeated, in some form or another, very soon I hoped!



A Ride Home



The band was loud and the room was hot. A small out of the way bar. A very tight fit. A long narrow room, the band platform was at the end of the long bar facing down the room. Tall round tables and bar stools scattered along the wall opposite the bar. The dance floor was pretty much the aisle and a small area in front of the band. Whatever space was not occupied by tables or the bar. Even though the sea of heads didn't show any pathways people seemed to be able to roam around without much difficulty. The patrons, mostly regulars and mixed from just turned 21 hard bodies to 40 – 50 year old middle class type, knew you had to kind of stay in a constant motion to allow movement through the crowd.

I was alone and had arrived early and had a seat at a table a few tables away from the front of the band platform. My chair, near a wall gave me the opportunity to lean back against the wall and watch, as people came in and milled around. Not having to lean over the table also gave me the vantage point to check out the ladies walking by from the waist down. Beautiful legs, short skirts, tight shorts, high heels, bare legs, legs in nylon. Just sitting here, sipping my vodka on the rocks, and taking in the sights. The ladies seemed to out number men 2:1 maybe 3:1. 

By the time the band had started playing seating, what was left of it, was at a premium mostly standing room only and four deep at the bar. The dirty 50 year old gentleman that I am had allowed three 30 something attractive ladies to sit at my table. They seemed to be having a good time and based on the conversation didn't seem to be bothered by my close presence. The lady to my immediate left was in full view of my gaze. Short reddish brown hair, slight tan probably left over from summer. A pendent hung around her neck and rested just above a peek of cleavage showing from her maroon shiny, maybe silky, button front blouse, with only the top button undone. It became obvious from some movements she wasn't wearing a bra. Her blouse was tucked neatly into a tan below the knee skirt slit neatly up her right side exposing a bit of nicely shaped nylon covered leg. These ladies could easily be 3 soccer moms but none wearing wedding bands. Life is good.

The band stopped playing leading into their break. The lady next to me still speaking loudly over the now non existent music "... got me so wet I left marks in my chair." Realizing to late the music had stopped she turned a beautiful shade of red and glanced over at me. I just smiled, nodded and added "No problem" She smiled back and turned to her friends, "That was embarrassing". I guess it made her a bit uncomfortable and she was fidgeting, bouncing her shoe on the end of her foot. Soon the inevitable happened and her shoe fell off landing near the leg of my chair. I stood slid my chair back and knelt down on one knee to pick up her shoe. Not knowing what came over me I took her nylon-clad foot and slid it into the shoe looking up at her and said, "Your name must be Cinderella." I stood back up and settled back onto my stool.

"Thank you, I could have gotten it." She says. 

"I know, but believe me it was my pleasure." I replied.

"Well, Cinderella, I know these are not your evil stepsisters. So can I buy a round of drinks for us?"

They all laughed and exchanged glances and agreed to another drink.

The band started back up, I leaned back against the wall, and watched as they talked and sipped at their fresh drinks. I could see Cinderella kept glancing over my way. Soon she pushed her stool back drawing my attention and I noticed her shoe on the floor again. She looked over at me and kind of gave me an oops look. 

"Your Prince, at your service" I quipped.

I got down under the table again took her foot in my hand and started to slide the shoe on and it seemed she was purposely trying not to let the shoe on. I then noticed she was sliding the hem of her skirt up with one hand and her legs parted ever so slightly. I was so surprised to see in the shadows of her skirt and table that her nylons were held up by a garter belt and no panties. She must have realized I had seen, her foot slid quickly into her shoe and she straightened her skirt. I stood up regained my stool. She looked over smiled and took a deep breath. Leaning across the table she said something and one of her friends got up and the two of them made their way through the crowd headed, it appeared, to the ladies room.

"Hi I'm Heather, they'll be right back." 

I nodded in acknowledgment then noticed the empty stool next to me. There was a small wet streak in the center. When Heather was looking away I reached over and ran my fingers through the spot and then very cautiously brought my fingers up to my nose. Oh yes, it was pussy. It was so very slight but definitely pussy. When they returned Cinderella seemed flushed and excited. I asked if she would like to dance. "No thank you, I don't dance when its this crowded." She replied placing her hand on my thigh. Her friends stood and said it was time for them to be going. 

"Aww, no, not yet. It's still early." Cinderella protested and looked at me. What could I do? 

"If you want to stay I could drive you home."

"You don't know where I live." She said to me while looking at her friends.

"No, but you do." Her friends laughed and she asked them if they would mind and of course they didn't. They hugged and kissed good-bye; they would all see each other tomorrow.

Her friends were no sooner out the door when she looked at me and asked if I wanted to go.

"If you're ready I sure am."

Cinderella spins around in her seat her skirt opening up and showing me without question that there are no panties and only a little strip of hair just above her slit. She swings around and stands, her skirt covering her up. She puts on her coat and starts for the door not even waiting for me. I grab my jacket and follow watching her move like a cat through the crowd to the door. Once outside the cool brisk air hits and she presses up close to me.

"Cold out here. Where's your car?"

I open the car door for her and she gets in one leg at a time providing me with yet another glimpse of her most personal place. I'm getting harder by the moment.

Closing the door I quickly move around the car and get into the drivers seat. When I put the keys in the ignition the interior lights momentarily come on. Her nipples are hard and poking into her silky blouse. The car roars to life and the light goes out. She slides over close, I love bench seats, wrapping her arms around me looking for warmth. I reach out and set the heater to high while she strokes the inside of my leg with one hand moving up further until she is pressing her hand over my hard cock. 

"My Prince is glad to be with Cinderella it seems." 

She leans over and bites my cock through my pants then sits up smiling and still rubbing me. My cock is throbbing for release. I notice somehow she has managed to also unbutton her blouse except for the one button at the waist of her skirt. I can see her breast swelling with each breath. She catches me looking and stops rubbing me. Sits up and slides back to her side of the seat and turns to lean against the door facing me. I check to be sure the doors are locked. She slides a hand into her shirt and fondles her breast. The other opens her skirt and she starts rubbing on her pussy.

"I'm so wet." She slides 2 fingers into her pussy and when she takes them out I can see them shine from the lights of the parking lot. Holding them out to me she leans forward until her fingers are right under my nose. "I'm real wet. See how thick and wet. Smell me." It sounded more like a question then a statement but just as I went to answer she let her fingers graze my lips and then slide her fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them and worked my tongue around and between them while she worked them in and out from between my lips. Finger fucking my mouth. She took her fingers away and got up on her knees on the seat sitting back on her heels.

"You'll need to go south on the highway to exit 42" 

I sure wanted to go south but not on the highway. I put the car in gear pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the highway. She moved forward and crawled the short distance across the seat and reached to my pants undoing my belt, pants and undoing the zipper. She tugged them down just far enough to comfortably remove my cock from the confines of my pants to the comfort of her hand and mouth.

She reached under and cupped my balls in one hand while sliding my cock in and out of her hot mouth.

I was going to cum soon. I knew this wasn't going to last and she must have sensed it. She stopped and lay down on the seat with her head on my knees and her face facing my cock. She would stroke it and bring it to her lips for a lick or suck. I slide a hand into her blouse to feel firm mature breasts and bullet hard nipples. She took my hand and moved to her pussy. She lifted one leg slightly to allow me access. 

I rubbed her clit and drew tight little circles around it feeling it get harder and harder. She started to buck her hips into my hand. Her clit was so hard I stroked it like a mini cock between tow fingers. She again took my hand and pushed it a little further down. 

"In me. Fuck me." She said then slides her mouth all the way down my cock taking the whole thing in.

I could feel my cock pulsing against the back of her throat but she held it there. I slide my fingers in and out of her while she bucked against them and ground deeper into my pelvis trying to get my cock deeper and deeper into her throat. I had never felt such a sensation. Soon she clamped her legs closed around my hand pressed deep onto my cock making herself gag now and I felt the wetness pour from her pussy. That was it I started to cum; over and over I felt the spurts unload deep into her throat. She pushed down harder as I came. I could feel her gag reflex muscles tighten and loosen over my now very sensitive cock head but she kept swallowing. Soon she eased back from my cock slurping back the saliva and cum as she did. She released my hand and guided my hand to her mouth were she licked some of the wet from my hand then offered my hand to my lips. I licked and sucked my hand clean and dry.

"Going off exit 42 now" I announced, not really caring.

She sat up looked around.

"Take the first left off the exit. Just after the church on the right, go slow. It's the second house after"

As I passed the church I slowed down. Just as I thought, living in this neighborhood she was definitely a soccer mom. A MILF.

"Just pull up in front, don't go in the driveway." Then sounding a little surprised.

"Oh, shit he isn't supposed to be home yet."

She quickly reaches into her purse and pulls out a bra and just as quickly puts it on. Then reaching into her bag again comes out with a pair of panties and puts them on. A wedding ring on her hand wasn't there ten seconds ago.

"Maybe I'll see you again some evening" I said.

"If so we'll have to leave earlier."

"You going to be OK"

"Yea sure, At least tonight I just need a breath mint. Some nights he thinks my cream pie is just me extra wet and creamy from excitement for him. I just keep the lights off. Hey maybe next time huh?" She laughs and trots up her driveway and I drive off pants still open and a mess. 



A Ride Home



"Thanks so much for the ride Sonny. I can't believe I left my cell phone home." Leah Danvers said to the young man as she opened the back door and led him into the kitchen.

"Don't mention it Mrs. Danvers. I was coming by anyway to see if Mike wanted to shoot some hoops." He replied, looking around the spacious kitchen. He moved to stand behind her, leaning his jean clad hips on the kitchen's island.

"I'll have my husband take a look at the car when he gets home." She said, turning and almost bumping into him. "Oh." She said a bit out of breath. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Water would be good." 

She smiled, turned and opened the cabinet for a glass. Filling it from a cold pitcher in the refrigerator, she handed it to him. Their fingers brushed and she stepped back quickly, busying herself with putting away some dishes.

Leah could feel his eyes on her as she moved around the suddenly small kitchen. Sonny was 18 and had been best friends with her son since kindergarten. He was every bit of 6'3" and at least 200 pounds. He was all muscle. The black tank he wore showed off his broad shoulders and powerful arms. His hair was dark and cut short to his head. His deep brown eyes followed her as she moved.

Leah felt uncomfortable with him watching her so she opened the cabinet and began to put away some bowls, anything to keep her eyes and mind off of him. Stretching up on her tip-toes, she tried to place a bowl on the top shelf.

Sonny watched her. The short flowery skirt she wore inched higher up on her thigh as she stretched. His cock hardened even more in his jeans. Mike's mom had been the center of his nightly fantasies for the past year. He would lay in bed, stroking his eight inch cock and picture her there, slowly stripping for him before climbing onto the bed and sucking his cock until he came, exploding deep in her mouth. 

Sonny let her struggle a minute more before putting his drink down and moving to stand behind her. Reaching over her, he placed his hand on hers and helped her slide the bowl onto the shelf.

She closed her eyes and stifled her groan at the feel of his hard body pressed so closely to hers.

"Thank you." She breathed, lowering her arm, hoping he would step back. 

He didn't step back. He pressed closer.

She felt the hardness of his jean covered cock against her lower back. He moved even closer, pressing it deeper against her. She placed her hands on the countertop and took a deep breath. His big hands came down beside hers. His hot breath tickled her neck as he leaned his head down.

"Sonny? What are you doing?" She asked in a shaky breath.

"What do you want me to do?" He countered, his voice low and seductive.

She shuddered against him, her nipples hardening into two tight points, her pussy leaking inside her cotton panties.

"I think you should go now."

"Not yet." He answered, placing kisses on her shoulder where her blouse was open, then her neck and finally taking her earlobe into his mouth and sucking and tugging on it.

His hands went to her thighs and slowly moved upwards, lifting the short skirt she wore. His fingers splayed out, spanning the width of her outer thigh. Higher he went until her skirt was bunched around her waist. Then his hand slid to the front, his fingers teasing the elastic of her panties.

"This is so wrong Sonny." She said softly, letting her head fall back against his chest.

"It's perfect. You're perfect." He said against her wet skin.

Leah closed her eyes as his hand slipped inside her panties and found her wet slit. He slid on long finger through her wetness, coating his finger. She moaned softly. He slid his finger higher, finding her clit and circling it slowly.

His other hand moved upward, under her blouse to squeeze one breast. He pulled her hard nipple through the silky fabric of her bra.

Her breathing quickened, his finger rubbed faster. The squishing sound filled the room. Leah tossed her head back and forth on his chest. Her body was tightening. This was so wrong and yet her body was on fire. She was so close to cumming.

Sonny licked a hot path across her neck while his hands continued to torture her pussy and breast.

"Yes." She panted, her hips bucking aginst his hand

Her hand gripped his as he continued to rub her clit, faster now. He knew she was close, he jammed his long middle finger deep inside her pussy. She cried out as she came, soaking his hand with her sticking fluid. Her body shuddered and shook against his. 

Sonny pulled his finger out quickly and turned her around. His mouth closed over hers, stopping any protest he knew she was about to make. His hands went to her blouse, pulling the sides open, sending buttons flying in every direction. He pulled down her bra, exposing her firm tits.

In a frenzy now, Leah's hands went to his jeans and expertly she had them open and her hand inside, stroking his cock under his briefs. She circled it and gently squeezed, ringing a groan from him.

Sonny wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto the counter. She spread her legs wide and he moved between them. He reached down and ripped her panties off, exposing her wet pussy to him.

She pulled back with surprise and looked at him. There was a tense moment of silence. 

"Fuck it." She said and pulled him closer for a deep kiss.

Sonny pulled her ass to the edge and looked down. They both watched as his thick cock pressed against her pussy, pushing her lips apart and slowly sliding in.

She cried out as he buried himself deep inside her. He grabbed her ass and held her close as he pumped in and out of her. She leaned back on one arm, tilting her hips to take him deeper.

"Yes!" She cried out.

Sonny grunted, his hands spreading her ass cheeks and pounding into her. He lowered his head and captured one jiggling nipple between his teeth, biting hard and making her scream.

"God, you are so tight.: He growled, his hips flexing as he fucked her.

"Your...cock...so...big..." She panted.

Sonny lifted her under her thighs and still inside her, he carred her to the table. She laid back as Sonny spread her legs wide and continued to fuck her. Their bodies slapped together as Sonny pulled out then rammed back inside her.

"Fuck..yes!" She cried, reaching down and rubbing her swollen clit.

"You are such a hot fuck. I've wanted you for years." Sonny growled, leaning over her, forcing her legs back to her chest.

"Yes! Yes!" She chanted, no longer caring that this was her sons best friend.

Sonny reached down and covered her hand with his, both of them rubbing her clit.

"Come for me." He encouraged, rubbing faster, fucking her faster.

"Oh...God!" She finally cried out, her pussy clenching on his cock. Her body shaking and convulsing as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"That's it! Yes!" He shouted, throwing his head back and releasing his cum deep inside her.

He collapsed over her, both of them breathing heavy.

Sonny pulled back, kissed each nipple then straightened. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her pink pussy, then stood and tucked his flacid cock back into his jeans. He finished his glass of water then turned to leave.

Leah sat up slowly and winced. She hadn't been fucked like that in years. She pulled her blouse together and hopped off the table. Sonny was at the door, looking back at her.

"Mrs. Danvers?"

She looked at him.

"If you want, I can give you a ride tomorrow."

She caught the hungry look in his eyes. She could feel his cum leaking from her pussy even now. Her body was on fire. She knew she should say no. The word was on the tip of her tongue.

Instead, she just nodded.



A Ride Home



It was a kind of community picnic.It was fun for the little kids and the adults, but just as exciting for a bunch of teenagers as it sounds. That is, not exciting at all. At 18 and 19 years of age, none of us were young enough to play the games, or old enough to be happy sitting around talking. When a group of them were heading home, I bummed a ride with them. 

Unfortunately, The girl I had hung with most of the day had to stay as her parents were heading off to visit relatives. I felt a little strange getting a ride with a car load of boys, but it would only take about 15 minutes. Plus I knew them, at least a little, from when we were in high school, though that had been a couple years past.

When we got to the car we found out that since one of the guys had invited another friend to go along, there weren't enough seats for me. I was very disappointed as I was desperate to get away from the picnic.

"You can sit on my lap." Jack said. 

He seemed eager, or joking. When I figured out that he must be serious, I decided to accept his offer. I knew him best of all the guys, and it wouldn't be that bad. A bit uncomfortable, but probably worse for him than me. The fact that I was wearing a small, light sun dress made me nervous as well, but that passed quickly.

We piled into the car. I went last, being the only girl and the lightest. I was quite petite and didn't take up all that much room, and didn't weigh much, 

I settled myself onto his lap, slouching a bit so I didn't hit my head on the roof. About as soon as the car started bouncing across the dirt parking area, I noticed something strange. I was sitting on something kind of hard but mushy. I adjusted myself, but that didn't seem to help. 

I felt rather foolish when I realized that it was Jack's penis. I was no slut, but I certainly have had my share of sexual experiences, so I couldn't believe that I hadn't recognized it right away. I adjusted myself on his lap again, this time just to be playful, and felt it nice and firm against my ass.

By now I was unable to think of anything except Jack's penis pressing into me. I moved again, pressing into it, this time looking into his eyes to see his reaction. He seemed happy and a bit miserable, and I couldn't help but smile at his predicament. I think he took this the wrong way, thinking that I was doing it on purpose. Suddenly I realized that though I had been doing it on purpose, it wasn't meant in the sexual way he was probably thinking. 

I thought I should quit teasing him before something bad happened, but then I thought, "What bad could really happen?" At worst, I was flirting and teasing him, and he seemed to be enjoying it too, so why not just go with it.

And that's what I did. As we rode along I would keep pressing myself into him, all the while feeling his penis getting harder, which gave me more reason to keep doing it. I actually heard him moan a couple of times, which made me even happier. I began wondering if the right movement could cause Jack to cum right there. I didn't know how close he was.

I was surprised when I looked at the guy sitting beside him, Neil, and realized that he was watching us. He knew what I was doing! That was really embarrassing. I hadn't meant for this to happen, and I certainly hadn't wanted anyone else to know. I looked away from Neil, but each time I peeked over at him he was watching us. Watching and smiling. 

Then I started liking the idea of him watching. Not only was I doing something to turn Jack on like crazy, but I was also exciting Neil. I moved my hips, and heard Jack's quick intake of breath, and also Neil's smile widened a bit. I ground my ass into Jack's penis again, and my eyes met Neil's as he grinned widely again. Yes, this was fun.

I played like this, with both Jack and Neil, the rest of the way until we got to the first house to drop off Sam. Sam had been sitting in the front passenger seat and had no idea what I had been doing. Neither did Richard, the driver.

As we pulled up to the house Richard said, "Hey, I'll just be a couple minutes. I need to get some CDs from Sam."

Sam replied, "Yeah, they're in the basement. It will just take a few minutes to dig them out."

As they got out of the car, Jack suddenly reached for the door handle and said, "Get out, let's get out."

I scrambled to get off Jack and out of the car, with him right behind me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along toward the house.

"Can I use your bathroom?" he asked Sam.

There was a bathroom just inside the side door, and Jack headed straight for it, dragging me along. I hoped no one noticed that I was going into the bathroom with Jack, but I had no time to worry about that.

As soon as we were inside the small bathroom and had the door shut, Jack pulled my hand to his crotch. 

"You have to finish me off," he said. " I can't take it anymore."

I squeezed his shaft through his pants. It was rock hard, and he was moaning with my every movement while he worked to loosen his pants and drop them to the floor. I certainly hadn't thought it would come to this - though I realized I only had myself to blame. His hard dick had sprung out. It was impressive, and I realized that I had gotten myself pretty hot by now as well. 

I took his dick in my hand, feeling the bare skin for the first time, and each of us moaned. His dick was leaking cum, which helped to make my hand slide easily up and down the shaft. I had hardly gotten into a rhythm when I felt it swell, along with Jack's breath becoming very labored. Before I was ready, cum shot hard out of his dick, several hard spurts which seemed to nearly cause him pain. Fortunately he had placed his hand on the tip of his dick to catch most of the cum, or there would have been a huge mess to explain to someone.

I grabbed a couple of paper towels that were sitting there. Jack took them and wiped off his hands and dick quickly. He mumbled, "Shit, that felt good." We fumbled for the door handle and spilled out of the bathroom.

Back at the car, Richard was just coming out of the house. Jack took his seat in the back and I climbed in on top of him. 

Richard just got to the car and said to me, "The front seat is empty now." This brought laughter from the other two guys, and Charlie said, "They like it right where they are!"

I looked at him, surprised, then at Neil, and knew that they had shared knowledge of what we had been doing, at least in the backseat. Then I wondered if they knew what we had done in the bathroom, suddenly realizing that they must have had a good idea about it. Again I was greatly embarrassed, but their laughter and wide grins got to me, and I started laughing as well.

"Come on and stretch out," Charlie said as he pulled at my arm. I let myself be pulled over towards him, ending up laying across the laps of all three guys. I curled my legs up to fit in the car, my head lying in Charlie's lap. As I felt hands touching my legs, hips, arms, and neck, I thought to myself, "NOW what am I doing?" But it was feeling good, and I was feeling horny, so I let it happen. Soon, the hands were on my breasts, thighs, and stomach as well, and I was enjoying it even more. It got very personal since I had a short skirt and low cut top on my sun dress, so my bare skin was easy to find. I knew it couldn't last long, because it wouldn't take long to get to the next guy's house. I was already thinking that as soon as I got home I was definitely going to have to masturbate.

My hand found Charlie's crotch, and I began playing with his hard-on. Enjoying the sensations of what I was doing, and what they were doing to me, I was wishing the ride would be longer so I could enjoy this more, but we were pulling up to Neil's house.

"Hey, guys!" Neil said as we came to a halt. "No lights are on. That means nobody's home. Do you want to take this all inside"?

Again slow on the uptake, I wasn't sure what he meant by this until we all started getting out of the car and I seemed to be the star of the show. Everyone seemed to want to keep their hands on me, mostly in inappropriate places. And I was loving it!

I should have been more aware. Later on I would know that I was very naive for an experienced 19 year old, but at the time none of that crossed my mind. I was just too turned on to think straight. At least until I heard one of the guys say something about them "fucking me."

We were just at the door to the house when I stopped, my legs refusing to go anywhere, and I said, "I'm not fucking all of you guys!"

"Of course not," Charlie answered. "Nobody said that."

I was relieved, and relaxed as I was led into the house. Charlie continued, "But I think after that hand job you were giving me you should let me fuck you."

I must admit that sounded good. I had myself worked up into a frenzy, and getting fucked by Charlie - or any of them, really - was sounding pretty good to me. I didn't say anything, but I did nothing to stop them.

We tumbled into the living room and over to the couch, my body being attacked by hands and an occasional mouth. When I felt my panties being pulled down, I was actually happy. My pussy was so wet and leaking so much that it felt wonderful getting rid of the soaking wet panties. I sat back on the couch as someone pulled my panties free of my ankles. I nearly spasmed as i felt a hand on my naked pussy. I was in need of release.

Just about then I felt a dick rubbing in my slit. It was Charlie, with his pants around his ankles. He slid his dick up and down along my slit, getting it wet. I pulled my legs up, holding them at the ankles, wide open for him. I watched as he took his dick in his hand and aimed it at my hole. He shoved it in, and it went halfway in easily. He pulled out quickly and back in, pumping quickly as he started moaning. I wrapped my legs around him, and reached to the side for a naked erection that I saw sticking towards my face. I grabbed onto it tightly and pulled, hard. I grabbed onto it like a life line, nearly bending it in half each time Charlie filled up my pussy. Suddenly another dick appeared on the other side of my face and I grabbed it with my other hand. For a moment I thought of how I looked, getting fucked hard while holding a dick in each hand. What a slut! Trouble was, it turned me on thinking about it. Of course, doing it was pretty hot as well!

The dick, Neil's I thought, in my first hand stopped moving, my pumping being the only motion for a moment. Then he shoved it forward twice before spurts of cum shot out of it. I had aimed it over my shoulder so that the cum shot over the couch onto - well, the floor, I supposed, though I wasn't sure. And I didn't care. It didn't land on me.

Just about the time he was done I felt Charlie's penis swell inside me. He shoved in hard as I felt him shoot deep inside my vagina. I was happy to have gotten both guys off, but disappointed that I still hadn't orgasmed. I thought again of getting home and masturbating, until Charlie slid out of me and left my pussy empty. As he got out from between my legs, I realized that I was spread wide open and closed my legs together. I rolled over onto my side, slowly starting to get up, when hands on my hips pushed me forward and I ended up laying on the arm of the couch. The hands lifted my hips up, placing my knees underneath so that me ass was sticking up in the air. I turned to see who it was. Jack was standing there, his dick pointing towards my ass.

"You started this with me, so I should get a turn," he said to me.

I couldn't disagree, especially since I had not yet cum myself, and I needed to badly. I felt his dick at my pussy, then his tip right at my opening. In one hard thrust his entire cock was buried in my pussy, I let out a scream, though it was more from surprise than from pain. I was so wet and so stretched out from before that he easily slid in. He pulled out and pushed in to the hilt again. This time I yelled, "Yes!" and there was no mistake that it was in pleasure. I let myself go then and each time he rammed deep inside me I screamed, "Yes!" A few times like this and I was not screaming, just moaning loudly, and suddenly my vagina spasmed in a hard, wild, much-needed orgasm. Jack stopped for a moment, probably because he couldn't force his cock into me while I was cumming so hard, but as soon as he could he began pumping again.

I looked up as I felt something slap against my face. It was another wet erection. This must be Richard. I couldn't see his face, but the dick was smaller than the other ones I'd seen, except for the one I had almost ignored in my right hand a few minutes before. Both of my arms were underneath me, holding me up, but the cock was insistent, pushing at my lips. I'm not sure if I opened my mouth to say something or to allow his cock in, but as soon as my lips parted it slipped in.

I held it in my mouth and sucked hard on it, still so very turned on. I slid my tongue around the head and shaft as well. Jack's hard driving of his cock deep into me kept shoving my whole body forward so that my face was buried deep into Richard's stomach. I was so thankful that his cock was short, or it would might been shoved deep down my throat. As it was it was as deep as I could handle, yet this seemed to turn me on even more. My mind was a mess, and my body seemed to be even worse. My body was seized by small tremors several times, small orgasms or aftershocks, I wasn't sure. I was kept on the edge, and had spasm after spasm. It's a wonder that I didn't bite Richard's cock. My mind quit thinking, but it seemed as if every nerve ending in my body was exploding as Jack's cock plunged deep inside me and his balls slapped up against me with each thrust.

After a few minutes of this Richard's hands grabbed my head. He pulled my head towards him as he shoved his hips forward. He was moaning loudly, and his cock actually started to reach into my throat. He was fucking my mouth hard, impaling me between his cock and his hands, and I started to panic because I couldn't breathe. All the while Jack kept pounding my pussy and forcing my body forward into Richard's crotch. I was gasping for breath when I felt Richard's cum start shooting, straight down my throat. Now I really couldn't breath. When I tried gasping for air this time I got no air, just cum. I was seriously afraid I was going to pass out or die, but just as I thought I couldn't go any longer, I was able to get a breath. 

Richard's cock still filled my mouth. He wasn't done cumming and he hadn't released my head, but I swallowed enough cum and had slowed enough that some air got into my lungs. I was gasping for more air, his cock was getting softer, and he finally let go of my head so I could pull back and breath. A weird feeling came over me. Either Jack was screwing me very well, or the shortage of air had actually excited me, because I was more turned on than ever. My whole body screamed for release, tingling sensations covered me from tits to pussy. I pushed my hips back hard into Jack as he shoved forward. His cock went deeper into me, and I squeezed my vagina as hard around his shaft as I could.

In just a few more strokes my body let loose with the biggest orgasm of the night. I screamed loudly as my body shook, I shoved my hips back hard against Jack, and he shoved forward into me. I felt his cum shoot from his cock, deep inside me, and I orgasmed again. I felt totally out of control as tremors shook my body, not letting up. When his cock slipped out of me I curled up in a ball on the edge of the couch. I'm not sure what happened to Jack, or the others, either. I knew they had all cum, me more than them, but I just needed to recover. 

When I finally came to my senses, the guys were nearly finished dressing, fortunately, because the headlights of a car pulling into the driveway shown through the window. I heard the garage door open, and we all started running out the front door. I thought to grab my panties and smoothed my skirt down as I left the house. We quickly got into the car and pulled away, leaving Neil to explain anything that needed explaining. I hoped he was able to clean up whatever cum that had been left on the floor or couch.

I sat in the front passenger seat, curled up by the door. I was fully satisfied, feeling happy that I had turned all those guys on so much, and that I had satisfied all of them, especially without doing too much out of the ordinary. I smiled at myself, but that would not last long as I listened to the guys talk.

I was deflated at hearing the guys brag about how they had gotten laid, or blown, or cum. It was all about their sex, nothing about me, even though I was right there in the car with them. It was all about how they had used me for sex, not even having sex with me - they just used me for their pleasure. 

They thought it was really funny at how Sam had missed out on everything, though he had been so close. Wow, was he going to be jealous!

I almost cried out, "NO! Don't tell Sam! No one else should find out what I had done. This was all just between us!"

Even before I could say anything, I realized how silly it would sound. Not only would they tell Sam all about it, they would probably tell everyone they knew. They might post it on their Facebook page. It was all something they were very proud of, even though it would be the end of any decent reputation I had. I was just glad that I would be going back to college in a few days where people would not know about it. I began thinking of what friends I still had here in town that I might be able to keep. There weren't many. I had had a wonderful night of sex, sleazy but satisfying, but now I was wondering if it all had been worth it.



A Ride in the Afternoon



They had known each other for years. He was the ranch supply rep she always talked to when she called to order supplies for the horses. Over the years they had chatted and joked and filled each other in on the happenings of their lives in the weekly conversations. He'd sent flowers when her Dog died, a blue baby rattle when the new colt was born and birthday cards and of course a Christmas card every year.

And then yesterday out of the blue, he asked if he could come by and see the place, maybe be able to offer some other products if he were more familiar with her set up. 

Eve had always assumed he was in some office in New York or Denver or some other distant city. It was odd that he had never mentioned his closeness or asked to come by before. Maybe the timing just wasn't right. She was surprised and delighted when he told her he was just about a hour away. No wonder her orders always arrived so quickly. 

She had set up a time to meet with him this afternoon. Mornings were always hectic. And this morning was worse. Of all the times for the water line to the corrals to break today was the worst. Actually it hadn't broken, it had been chewed clear through by those pesky javalina. This time when she fixed it she sheathed it in steel conduit up high enough to be out of their reach. She glanced at her watch. Christ, he was going to be here in an hour and a half. She trotted back to the house, kicked off her boots at the door and headed for the shower. 

She noticed the smell of horse and sweat and hay and God knew what else that clung to her t-shirt as she peeled it off over her head and tossed it in the hamper. Mud crusted the bottom of her jeans, they joint the t-shirt in the hamper. Fifty-five minutes later she was just finishing drying her hair when she heard the distant sound of a truck turn into the drive. Damn, he was early. She jerked off the towel and flipped it over the edge of the tub as she hurried to the closet.

With no time to be picky she stepped into pair of underwear, clean jeans, grabbed the first bra in the drawer, never noticing that it was a sexy lacy one she kept for special occasions and jerked on a clean plain white t-shirt. After tucking it in she stopped for a second in front of the full length mirror just outside the closet door and ran a hand quickly through the tussle of blond curls. She inspected her face, there was no time for makeup, but at least it was clean. Unlike an hour ago when it had been so dirty you couldn't tell it was a face.

At the back door she heard the truck stop at the front of the house and shoved her feet into a pair of boots. She looked down and noticed the mud caked to the sides. Jeeze, where had she left the clean pair? And why the hell, was she so nervous? He was just here to make a sale. And he was probably 60 years old, bald and potbellied. 

What she saw when she rounded the corner stopped her dead in her tracks. Damon sat in a white duel wheeled pick-up truck doing something on the seat beside him. His face was in profile to her. He wasn't 60, he was about her age. He wasn't bald, as she watched him, he lifted his hat and ran his hand through a thick head of dark hair and settled it back in place. She couldn't see anything below mid chest but the lean hard lines of his face didn't imply a pot belly. He was wearing a white shirt that set off the width of his shoulders. A fleeting vision of her resting her cheek there darted across her mind. Startled at the thought, she pushed it away. 

He looked up and saw her standing there watching him. A smile spread across his face, she was just as he had imagined, but not a young as he had expected. That was better, young ones were always to... flighty. There was something in the way she stood, the fit of her jeans, and clean whiteness of her t-shirt as it clung to the gentle curve of her breasts that made his hands itch to feel it. No, no, not going there, he thought, we've only spoken on the phone. That is completely inappropriate for a first meeting. But she's so... sexy. 

A little gust of wind ruffled her hair and she brushed it away and smiled back. He felt the quickening of his pulse and a warmth rushed to his crotch. Oh Lord, not now, what would she think if he stepped out of the truck like this? He sat for another minute, took a couple of deep breaths and sent the beginning of a hard-on back to sleep. He reached over picked up the clipboard that was on the seat and set it on the dash. There, she would think he had been completing some paperwork. He took the keys from the ignition and stepped out of the truck. 

"Hi, I'm Damon. It's good to finally meet you face to face" He said walking toward her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, pull her against him and breathe in her scent, instead he extended his hand. "Hope I'm not too early."

"Not at all, your fine." He is definitely fine, she thought. No pot belly either, just a well formed body that really fills out that pair of jeans. Aloud, she said "I'd rather you be early than keep me waiting." As she took his hand, the first time they had touched, a warmth poured over her, she felt an instant magnetism and the prickly feeling of her nipples hardening. Good thing I put on a bra, maybe he won't notice. In her mind she stepped forward and hugged him, in reality she shook his hand.

He glanced down at her breasts and noticed her nipples had hardened a little. Their outline against the smooth whiteness of her t-shirt just below the faint edge of lace made his mouth water and he felt the tightness start in his jeans again and clamped down on the thought. 

Involuntarily she glanced down at his dick and saw that is was starting to.... No, can't be, must be a shadow. Before she could be sure the keys jingled as he stuffed them in his pocket and hid it from her. 

"Why don't we start with the corrals and go from there?" He voice drew her look back to his face. It was then she noticed his startling blue eyes, they sparkled with mischief and a shadow of veiled flames. A slight smile touched his mouth and she knew she had just been caught checking out his dick.

She felt the intensity of his gaze almost as a physical caress. Turning toward the corrals she started in that direction before he could see the heat of a blush rush to her face. "Ok, that's a good idea." She said over her shoulder. 

For the next hour she showed him around the place. Explaining her system, her plans for training and breeding. She showed him the 8 month old colt he's sent the baby rattle for. The entire time she was aware of him, the heat of him, the slight smell of his cologne, the easy movement of his walk. She felt the pull of him as a piece of steel must feel in the presence of a strong magnet. She watched his lips when he talked and wondered what it would feel like to kiss them. She studied the small curve of his ear and imagined running her tongue along it.

Damon followed along a couple of steps behind her. He liked watching the sway of her hips. The curve of her butt and the way her jeans fit was intoxicating. There were no panty lines and he wondered if when he got them off if she would be wearing a thong or nothing. Besides there was nothing he could do to control his erection so a couple of steps behind her was better. He was pretty sure he'd find out what was under those jeans, since he had caught her sneaking glances as his crotch and once caught a glimpse of a cat-ate-the-canary smile just as she turned away.

Eve couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his jeans, and every time she snuck a little glance a thrill went through her. She knew her nipples were very visible and very hard. A wetness had began to dampen the crotch of her jeans. Visions of her straddling him and rubbing her breasts against his chest were making it hard to concentrate. Every now and then she would stumble over the conversation and they would laugh. 

Talking to him was easy, after the first few minutes of awkwardness at being face to face for the fist time, conversation came natural. Finally they found themselves back at the house and he was standing in front of his pick up. Dusk was beginning and a golden glow settled over the day giving its last minutes the magical quality of a movie ending. So did she ask him in for coffee or did she let him leave? Did he want to come in or did he want to leave? Judging by the considerable lump in his pants it was probably a sure bet he wanted to come in. She felt fidgety, jittery, you'd think she was back in high school for God's sake. And where did that fleeting worry about him thinking her cheap and easy come from? 

The conversation faltered and dried up all together. Her mind was spinning at a thousand miles an hour searching for something to say. Damon leaned against the hood of the pick-up and the setting sun glinted off what looked like a championship belt buckle. She studied it a moment but in the waning light was unable to make out what event it was for. He saw her study his buckle and watched as her eyes traced the out line of his swollen member. The sensation was exciting, it almost felt as if she traced it with her finger. He was sure she could see it pulse to his accelerated heart beat.

"Nice buckle." She said leaning down a little to make out the event name etched across the scroll work on the top. She also studied his excitement that was obvious in the physical evidence just below the buckle. Her mouth watered at the prospect of tasting the maleness that was restrained there. "Team roping. I couldn't quite read the event in this light." Reaching out a finger she tilted it a little to get a look at the year and the gold relief of a cowboy on a horse, lariat twirling over his head, with a partner on a second horse just behind, chasing a calf.

As she straightened up she lets go of the buckle and the back of her fingers brushed across his tumescent cock. A sharp gasp escaped her at the feel of the stiffness of the fabric, at the imagined warmth there and she heard a quiet moan come from the back of his throat.

The desire to jerk her against him, grip the curve of her ass in his hands and grind his hard-on against her pelvis was almost overwhelming. He took a deep breath and lets it out slowly, observing the deep flush of color on her cheeks, the deepening of her breathing, the flair of her nostrils and the rapid pulse of the tiny vein in her right temple.

An embarrassed smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Would you like to come in for a coffee, before you leave?" Her heart was pounding so hard she was positive it would frighten the roosting quail from the trees. Just what in the name of heaven did you do that for? You cheap slut puppy. What the hell is the matter with you? And then you have the nerve to invite him in like a little tramp. Why didn't you just walk up to him, cup his cock in you hand and ask him if he wanted to fuck? You have just destroyed a very nice friendship, you oversexed tart! She scolded herself all the way back to the house.

Her boldness surprised him, pleased him, excited him beyond anything he had ever expected. It was a rare treat to find a woman that was comfortable with her own desires; comfortable enough to be open about them. Lord, how he hated those shy little games, and acts of artificial innocence most women put on. He relaxed knowing that before the night was out they would be in her bed. He would wait, let her set the pace, lead the dance. She was nervous and unsure and he knew if he moved to fast she would bolt. And that would probably be the end of it. The end of the friendship he had enjoyed for the last couple of years. When she turned back to the house he stood, shoved his hand in his pocket and adjusted his throbbing cock to a more comfortable position for walking. He walked to the house with slow easy steps allowing her time to settle down and recover from her embarrassment.

Eve hurried to the house and just inside the back door stopped to take off her boots. She had one off and just pushing the other one off with her toes when he stepped into the room. She lost her balance and would have crashed to the floor if Damon hadn't caught her by the arm. 

"Here, sit down before you fall and break something important." He said and pulled the entry chair under her. He reached down and gripped the back of her boot and pulled it the rest of the way off. 

Her little toe was sticking out a hole in her sock and she blushed again and said with an edgy giggle "I forgot you were coming or I would have put on new socks." She wiggled her toes.

He liked her smile and the sound of her laugh. "I won't tell anyone." He chuckled and tugged the sock up over her toe. He stood, braced one hand against the wall and toed off his own boots and followed her into the kitchen. 

Eve stood in silhouette at the sink filling the coffee pot with water. The outline of her erect nipples tantalizingly displayed against the fading crimson of the sunset outside the window over the sink. He wanted to tease the hard buds with his tongue, feel her back arch when he sucked them into his mouth. But not now, that would come in time.

Resting a hip against the counter he looked around while she filled the coffee maker with grounds set out the creamer, sugar and two cups. The kitchen had been modernized since the old ranch house had been built sometime around the turn of the century but it had retained the cozy, homey feel of the country. It was easy to imagine the farms hands gathered around the dining table that was just visible through the doorway. "Nice house, I like the way you've updated it but kept the ranch feel. It's comfortable."

"Thank you. Dad and I re-did it after Mom died. It gave us something to do, and kept his mind off her being gone. Would you like to see the rest of it?" 

"Yes I would." And let's start with the bedroom, his mind added. 

It was a great house, with huge log beamed ceilings and stone fireplaces. Woven Indian rugs scattered on the flagstone floors. Oversized leather furniture and rough hewn wood and stone tables filled the living room with a comfortable ease. It was a house that was lived in, warm and inviting; a masculine place with just the right balance of female touches. Damon purposefully followed close to her so when she turned around he was almost touching her. He sensed her excitement and it stirred his own, but he kept it reined in. 

As Eve led him through the house she was aware of his nearness, could feel the sensual draw of him. She wanted to turn and melt into his arms. The want of him sparked a slow burn in her belly that slowly spread to the core of her womanhood igniting the fires of passion. Every time she turned around he seemed closer. The scent of him filled her head with visions of lingering kisses and entwined naked bodies. The last room was the master bedroom.

She stopped suddenly unsure if she wanted to take him there. Damon bumped into her and caught her by the shoulders, ever so slightly pulling her against him. Her breath caught in her throat and she could feel the hardness of him against the palm of her hand. She didn't move, caught like rabbit under the stare of a wolf, she stood still barely breathing, the sound of her hammering heart loud in her ears. 

He stood behind her aware of her stillness, her indecision, the heat of her body where it touched his. His cock ached to press against her hand, but he stayed still and waited. Timidly, slowly she shifted her hand against his erection. A moan escaped him when she traced its outline with her fingers. Sliding his hands from her shoulders his ran them down her sides to the curve of her hips. As he slipped them to the front of her thighs he drew her butt tighter against his groin. He inhaled the scent of her and it filled his head with smoke and desire took hold of his senses. 

He continued tracing his hands up her stomach to just under her breasts where he could feel the wild beat of her heart and the quick little breaths of her excitement. The stroke of his hands from her thighs to the underside of her breast took her beyond the edge of control. She felt everything melt away; all that remained was him, his electric touch and the solidness of his body against hers that filled her with a churning hunger. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and rubbed her open hand against his excited cock.

He needed to know if he could relinquish the tight control on his desire and let his passions have their freedom or if she would stop him. As he turned her to face him she dropped her head, her hair obscuring her face covering the flush of desire and the naked lust she knew was clearly visible in her eyes. Fear lanced through her and she almost stepped away, but the soft touch of his finger on her chin stopped her, held her and her heart stopped beating for a brief moment.

With the finger under her chin he gently raised her head until she looked at him. Her lips were barely parted, a curl of blond hair covered one cheek and he brushed it aside with his fingers. In a quiet murmur he asked, "Should I stop?" He was absorbed in the dark want he saw in the open pools of her green eyes and he wondered if he could stop if she asked it. 

The coiled flames of lust she saw barely restrained in his eyes when she looked up at him set a dusting of butterflies to flight in her stomach. Warmth spread between her legs and the breath she didn't realize she had been holding escaped her gently parted lips. Her mouth went dry and she flicked the tip of her tongue against her lips. At the small shake of her head he lowered his and lightly touched his lips to hers. She felt his hot breath against her cheek and she tilted her head up to take his next kiss. 

His hand stroked up her back pressing her tighter to him until he cupped the back of her head and brought her lips to his again. His other hand slid down her back to her butt and pulled her tighter to him. She felt him shift his stance and plant his feet wider apart. She moaned and pressed closer, one arm tight around him, her fingers clutching his shirt, her other hand stroked his harding cock.

He opened his mouth against hers and she felt the wet tip of his tongue against her lips. She tilted her head back and slid the hand on his back down his side over his chest and up around his neck. She opened her mouth to him and he groaned as he slid his tongue into her mouth and tasted her, breathed her deep into his lungs. What ever sanity he had left evaporated into steam. He wanted to touch her, feel her naked skin against the palms of his hands; feel it quiver when he caressed her. 

Letting go of her hair he brought both hands to her waist and tugged her shirt loose. The soft warmth of her skin drew another moan from him. She pulled him harder against her and deepened the kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth, savoring the light coffee taste of him. He explored every inch of her back with his hands, kneading and caressing and lightly stroking her with his finger tips. Every touch sent ripples of hot desire through her, driving her need for him higher. She let go of his cock and slid her hand around his waist pulling him against the mound of her pussy. The contact inflamed her further and she released his mouth, her head lolled back and she gasped for air.

He licked and sucked his way down her throat to the little hollow spot at the base. He could feel her rapid pulse beat against his tongue. With a little trick of his fingers he undid her bra and her beasts fell free of the constraining garment. Brushing his hand across her stomach and up he caressed her breast feeling the hardened nipple against his palm. The warm globe filled his hand and his mouth watered with the want to taste her. She whimpered in ecstasy as he fondled her breasts twirling the nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger, gently kneading the sensitive flesh. 




A Ride in the Afternoon



The feel of his hand on her breast left her mindless and all she could do was cling to him and surrender to the power of his need. With a hand on her ass he pulled her hard against him. He bent his knees and ground his cock into her crotch. She shivered with excitement and thrust against him. 

They stood, her anchored against him, lost in the storm of lust that gripped them both in a scorching fist of passion. They touched and grasped and kissed wildly until Eve's knees began to tremble. She stopped and stood suddenly. 

He was confused. His voice thick with desire as he asked "Did I hurt you?" 

"Not at all." She smiled at him, took his hand and led him into the bedroom. "I just thought we might be more comfortable in here." She tossed the covers back and turned to face him.

"You sure you want this?" He pulled her to him and kissed her. "Because if you're not sure, we can wait." He nuzzled her neck and nipped her ear. 

"I'm sure." She answered and sucked his earlobe into her mouth. "Mmmmm.... Very sure." She said against his ear in a breathy whisper. 

He gripped the bottom of her shirt and as she sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her shirt and bra off. He felt his heart beat quicken at the sight of her breasts. They were firm and round with large dark nipples that were just made for sucking and nibbling. 

When her shirt came off over her head she was staring straight at the hard lump of his erection. She noticed a small wet patch near the top of it. Gripping his buckle she tugged him a step closer. As she undid his buckle he started unbuttoning his shirt. She looked up at him. His eyes had darkened to a deep blue, the lids laying half closed. The intensity he studied her with sent a lance of excitement to her core. She pushed the buckle aside, undid the button and slid down the zipper. He wasn't wearing underwear she discovered as she ran her hands along the waist band of his jeans. 

With the last button of his shirt undone he slipped it off and let it drop to the floor. Her hands slid over the firm curve of his butt as she pushed his jeans down. When his cock popped out she smiled up at him and took the member in her hand. The soft skin in contrast to the hardness of it felt good in her hand and she stroked it. "Oh yes, Damon, I'm sure I want this." She said softly and licked the tiny droplet of pre-cum from the head of his cock. He quivered at the contact. "Mmmmmm." She hummed against him and took him in her mouth. 

She heard his sharp intake of breath followed by a loud moan and she moaned with him. The vibrations of the sounds in her throat went through his cock and straight to his balls. He felt them warm and flex. His cock jerked at the feel of the hot confines of her mouth sliding down over the head. He groaned again as she sucked and rubbed the pulsing vein on the bottom of his cock with her tongue. The firm feel of his thigh as she slid her hand up and around to grasp his butt sent tingling sensations along her fingers. At images of those firm thighs thrusting against her own, a dampness began to seep from the hot place between her legs. She felt the throbbing in her clit as it stiffened, swelling in anticipation. 

Griping his cock at the base she let it slide from her mouth and looked up at him through half lidded eyes steamy with desire. Watching his face she slid her tongue up and down the shaft. He parted his lips a little and drug in a heavy breath. Reaching forward he buried the fingers of one hand in her hair marveling at the silken feel of it. With the other he caressed her breast and nipple enjoying her quickened hot breaths on his cock from his fondling. He felt the building of pressure in his balls and stopped her ministrations to his staff. He didn't want to cum that way, not yet. He wanted to feel her pussy hot and pulsing surround him; wanted to feel the contractions of her as he slid into her warm wet depths. 

He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head back until she looked up at him. "I need to see you naked. I want to touch you, taste you, hold you against me." Letting go of her hair he pulled her to her feet by her shoulders. She reached up and kissed him. He tasted himself on her tongue and liked the sweet flavor of it. Her hand continued to stroke him as he undid her pants and slowly slid them down over her hips reveling in the feel of her butt against the tips of his fingers. His gaze followed his fingers taking in every inch of her, all the curves and the textures of her flesh. He would trace that same path with his mouth later tasting the sweetness of her skin, inhaling the aroma of her excitement. She was more than he could ever have imagined.

Eve stepped out of her pants and pushed them aside with her foot. She stood still in front of him. Uneasy at his gaze, shy, certain he would find her less than desirable. Still she held his cock in her hand feeling the subtle throb of his pulse there. 

As she watched him, he slowly closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He began at her shoulders tracing their width, then letting his fingers trail down her back. A shiver followed them. When he reached the curve of her butt he flattened his hands and played his fingers over the gentle slope exploring the back of her thighs as far as he could reach without bending his knees. "You feel so, amazing." He whispered against her neck. Slipping his hand up her back he pulled her into a deep kiss. His tongue probing the inside of her mouth, hers touching and circling his. 

Her hand continued its rhythmic sliding up and down on the shaft of his cock. Her other trailed along the muscles of his back, memorizing their movements, their firmness, their strength. Damon reached between them and fondled her breast, teasing the hard nub and was rewarded with a long moan from her. 

Releasing her breast he stroked his hand down over her stomach to the line of trimmed pubic hair, his fingers exploring, probing the delicate folds hidden beneath it. Teasing her, he slowly reached between her legs. The heat of her reached him before his fingers ever found the depth of her. 

Separating the soft lips with two of his fingers he slid the middle one between the wet folds. What he felt there transferred to his cock and he felt it grow harder against the slow strokes of her hand. She moaned against his mouth and spread her legs wider, opening her body to his probing fingers. 

"I love how wet you are." He whispered and inserted his finger in her pussy. 

She gasped at the penetration and rested her head against his shoulder. Sliding his finger out he slipped it up against her clit. It was hard against the tip of his finger. As he started to rub it he felt it swell. She moaned and moved her hips to hump his fingers. Thought was gone from her and she was filled with a burning need to cum, it was all that existed, the feel of his fingers rubbing her, the beat of his heart beneath her ear, the feel of his breath on her neck. 

His focus was on her, on her scent, the hungry sound of her moans as he stroked her, the movement of her hips against his hand; his need building, urging him to finish it. He pushed it aside, wanting to prolong this first time together, to explore the soft textures of her flesh, the taste of her kisses, memorize the expressions of passion on her face, the sounds of her lust. At that moment he existed only with her, only for her.

He placed his knee on the edge of the bed and cradling her in his arms laid her down. Scooting up on the bed to give him room she opened her legs wider giving him a view of her pussy. Moisture glistened on the lips and left a sheen on the pink interior. He felt a tremor in his balls. The need to be inside her poured over him like hot water from a bucket. He stretched out beside her and pulled her against him as he rolled over her.

His kiss was intoxicating, it drove all awareness of anything but the weight of him over her into the dark empty reaches of her mind. His lips were firm and demanding as they claimed hers, his tongue plundered her mouth and fanned the flames of desire until her blood boiled with the need to have him in her.

"You have a wonderful body." He raised up on one elbow and kissed the tip of her nose. "I like the feel of the curves of your hip." He stroked his hand down her side and let it rest on the arc of her hip. He kissed the delicate bow of her throat trailing his tongue to the little hollow at its base. Planting light kisses across her chest he slid his hand up over her stomach pushing her breast up to his mouth. As he sucked the nipple in between his lips, she hissed and arched her back, pushing her nipple farther into his mouth. Flicking his tongue over the tender tip he softly gripped it in his teeth. Lightening shot from her breast and exploded in her pussy with every flick of his tongue.

She still held his cock in her hand but she had ceased to stroke it. She was lost in the torrid feelings his mouth was arousing from her breast. She cried out and buried her fingers in his hair, softly rubbing the pad of her thumb against the edge of his ear. The cold of the air against the wetness of her nipple as it slid from his mouth puckered the skin and it hardened even more. He groaned at the sight and took the other breast in his mouth and teased it erect. She was breathing in fast pants as he licked his way down her stomach pausing to slid the tip of his tongue into her belly button. He felt the quivering of the muscles in her stomach as he drew his tongue along the edge of her pubic mound. 

The smell of her sex heated his blood and he inhaled her perfume deep into him. He turned sideways stretching along side her. His cock was by her sighing mouth, he can feel the puffs of air on it as she panted. Kissing and licking her inner thighs he slipped his fingers inside her. Her hips arched up to meet them drawing them in deeper. Nipping and sucking on the tender flesh at the edge of her pussy he sucked the lips into his mouth. The taste of her nectar excited him, he felt a tremor start in his balls and travel the length of his cock. Pre-cum oozed from the tip.

He sucked her clit stroking it with long slow licks of his tongue, her moans, almost continuous now, drove him on. Replacing his finger with his tongue he plunged it in as deep as he could. She thrust up to meet him mouth. He groaned against her pussy, the vibrations sending tremors through her as he rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue against her swollen clit. Sucking it into his hungry mouth he forced it deep into her again and again. He felt the quivering of her muscles inside her against his tongue as her climax began to build. Plunging his fingers in deeper than his tongue would go he sucked on her clit, feeling it swell.

"Oh God I love your taste." He moaned and nibbled on the puffy wet lips while continuing the quick thrusting of his fingers.

At the musky male smell of him near her, she turned her head and with her hand guided his cock to her mouth. Sucking the glistening head into her mouth she felt him jerk at the suddenness of the contact. But her own climax is quickly building and she let it slip from her mouth as she cried out "Yessss ohhh yess Damon." 

He increased the pressure and speed of his tongue against her clit. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him harder against her. The juices flowing from her made a wet noise as his fingers pumped in and out of her tight pussy. She bucked against his fingers and his mouth.

"Ohhhhhh Damon!" she screamed as the muscles began to spasm in climax. 

He felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and his cock throbbed with the excitement of her as she came for him, crying his name over and over as the waves of her orgasm rushed through her. He sucked and lapped up her cum as it flooded from her pussy. As the shudders of her orgasm began to subside she gently pushed him away from her clit. Her trembling legs gave out and she dropped her butt down on the bed. She lay gasping great gulps of air, slowly calming her breathing, letting her pounding heart slow.

He licked the sweet cum from her pussy, placing little kisses on her thighs. Sighing, he laid back on the bed his own lust still raging, his breathing heavy and labored.

Eve turned her head and moved her mouth toward his quaking cock. Licking the pre-cum from its tip she savored it, rolling its flavor on her tongue. Damon rolled over on his back drawing her over him. Her lips slipped down over the head of his cock, her tongue darting over the skin, the tip delving into the slit on the top, tracing the ridges edge, rubbing against the underside until he jumped with a reaction to contact with a sensitive spot. Concentrating the movements of her tongue on that spot she stimulated it, hearing a low growl from him as he arched his back a little and grasped the sheet tight in his fist. 

Her hand slowly massaged the shaft of his cock as she sucked him in and out of her mouth with the same rhythm, her tongue working the tender spot. She looked up and meet the smoldering stare of his lust darkened blue eyes. 

He shifted a pillow under his head and watched his cock slide in and out of her sucking mouth. It served to double the sensations, intensify the excitement of her talented lips. All his senses were alive in this exquisite haven; the wet swirling movement of her tongue, the tightening and release of her lips around him, the sight of him slipping in and out of her mouth, the sound of her quiet susurrations in rhythm to her stroking, the smell of their sex heavy in the air. He licked his upper lip and tasted the lingering flavor of her climax. 

She shifted to her knees, turning her butt toward him giving her better access to his rigid maleness. He reached out a hand and ran it over the smooth skin on her ass, the tip of his fingers tracing the crack, following it to the damp opening of her pussy. As her mouth slid further down his cock he pushed his fingers into her combining the images in his mind. Her mouth became her hot welcoming opening and his fingers became his hard cock.

His eyes closed and his plunged deeper into his visions, everything gone but the cocoon of her; her touch on his skin, her enduring taste on his tongue, her sounds of enjoyment, the sucking of her mouth. He felt the rising pressure in his balls, his breath ragged and hard and mingled with moans of pure pleasure. 

Slipping his cock from her mouth she trailed her tongue down the shaft, her hand continuing the firm stroking of it. She sucked in one his balls and was rewarded with the loud groan of her name. Sucking in the other, she rolled it against the roof of her mouth, sucking hard, stoking it with her tongue. The throbbing in his cock increased and she sped up the pumping of her hand. Licking back up the shaft of his cock she teased the tip a moment and in one swift downward thrust shoved him completely into her mouth and down her throat. One hand found his balls and rolled them between her fingers. Rubbing at the base on the pulsing nerve just under the scrotum. He thrust up into her mouth.

Raising his head a little he watched his cock pump into the molten center of her hungry opening, disappearing into her sweet sexy mouth over and over. The sucking was pulling him closer to his own release, drawing the semen from his balls toward his cock. He needed to be in her, buried deep in her pussy when he came, needed fill her with his seed, feel her contract around him in her own climax as his own throbbing organ peaked in her. Filling his hands with the soft piles of her hair he raised her head, lifting her from his trembling rod until she was looking at him.

His gaze hot on her face, his voice soft, a caress of sound. "Oh Eve, you're about to make me cum and I want to be inside you when I do. I want to feel you around me as I cum. Please, Eve slide your pussy over my cock. Let me inside you." 

The sound of his voice, his words of desire, his plea for her opened the gates of her own need once again and she was flooded with the burning need to couple with him, to ride him to the edge of ecstasy and leap into the chasm of fulfillment. Slowly she shifted placing one hand on either side of his head and lowered her lips to his in a smoldering kiss that could have ignited the very fires of hell.

As he lost control she took it, slowing his headlong plunge toward the shattering climax to come. She mounted him, swinging one leg over his hips, but didn't lower her self onto him. His cock lay along his stomach twitching in anticipation, inches from her own yearning opening. His hands pulled at her, trying to draw her down onto him. He caressed her hips, her thighs; stroked her breast, tweaked her nipples, petted her arms and reached up to kiss her again, his breathing rapid and frenzied.

She reached between them and adjusted his cock in line with her own opening, but left it laying on his stomach. Lowering her hips down to meet with his, she rubbed the length of his shaft against her wet quivering clit. The contact of her most intimate self with his turgid manhood was breathtaking, sending shock waves of liquefying heat to the nexus of her need, raising it to boiling point. Drawing herself back down the length of him she felt her clit rubbing against the rigid hardness, building her need, pushing it toward climax. 

She shifted her pelvis, tilting it so the head of his cock was resting at the burning wet opening to her body. He griped her hips sinking his fingers into the soft flesh, pulling her down, and she resisted, rocking her hips, just allowing the tip of him to brush against her. "Oh. God. Eve, please!" He cried out and thrust his hips up, pushing the head a little way into the welcoming heat of her. 

She didn't hear his loud moan over her own. The want to drop onto him, to feel him forced into her, was almost overwhelming. But this first entry would only be once, and prolonging it was far sweeter and more exhilarating than the instant satisfaction of sudden completion. That can be for the next time, and the time after that and .... Refocusing her attention on his cock at the entrance of her, she quivered as she slid more of him in. A loud groan came from deep in his chest and he drug her down to his open mouth, kissing her, ramming his tongue in her willing mouth, gaining momentary satisfaction by entering that small part of her. 

Whimpering into his kiss, she slid more of him in her, he felt her pussy's quick spasms gripping his cock each time more of him entered her. He is so close to the edge he was shivering with the effort of restraint. Wait for her, his mind demanded, she goes first, then you, together. Finally she slowly settled down over the length of him, her wet pulsing clit resting against his stomach. And he held the storm at bay. His cock twitching inside her sent flashes of lightening through them both with each stroke of her wet warmth up and down his length. 

"Oh Eve, hurry, I can't last much longer." He whispered against her ear. 

She is lost in a realm of pounding need, hungry pursuit of pleasure, reveling in the feel of his hardness penetrating her, joining with her, in the exquisite feel of him as he slides in and out of her, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Ohhhhh, Damon, I'm gonna cum." She cried and gripped his shoulders to support her.

Reaching for her he took both her breasts in his hands and gently squeezed them, capturing her nipples between his thumbs and the palms of his hands, rolling them, sending sharp shocks of pleasure shooting to her pussy. "Ohhhhhhh, I'm cuuuuminnnng!" She screamed. 

He grabed her hips and pounded into her, driving her over the edge. "That's it baby, cum for me, I need to feel you, hear you." He felt her contract hard around him and hold for a second and then the sudden release of hot fluid flooded around him and she contracted again and again in rapid hard ripples. Her climax drove him to his own peak and he pulled her tight against him and rammed his cock deep into her. 




A Ride in the Afternoon



"Oh Eve!" He yelled as his cock exploded, his balls squeezing hard, shooting his hot sperm into her, coating the depth of her with heat, sending shivers through her that sparked more tremors from his cock. He raised her hips and slammed her down on him again, moaning and grunting as the last jerking shudders of his orgasm ripped through him.

They were still, frozen in the last moments of their passion's climax, drifting as it faded into the void. She felt him relax under her as her own muscles began to relax. He opened his eyes, they were still cloudy with passion, but clearing. He smiled up at her, drawing a smile from her in return. Slowly he reached up, brushed the wild strands of hair from her face and pulled her down to him for sweet, tender kiss.



A Ride in the Back Seat



I listened to the beat of the tires on the seams of the road, tapping rhythmically like bored fingers on a table. The voices of Frank and Billy Boy in the front seat droned on. Names, batting averages, memorable games, draft choices, questionable decisions, an endless stream of mind-numbing facts that meant nothing at all to me. How can a person put so much information, of no practical use, in their head? And why? I usually had to ask one of the soccer moms what my own team's record was. For me, the exciting thing in sports is how the kids I coach are playing the game we're in right now, or how we will play the next one. It was going to be a long night. 

The bodies on either side of me lay motionless under the blankets we shared. These two wives had heard this for many years, until all this talk of sports rumbled in the background like the sound of the waves to a person who lives on the beach -- a part of the unnoticed background, neither inspiring nor annoying.

The shape on my right shifted. The audible breathing told me that she was awake. I felt her eyes in the dark. I turned my head toward her and our eyes met. She was hidden below eyelevel by the blanket we shared. The assistant pastor's wife Doris was looking at me, thinking. Her eyes told me that she was smiling.

She always smiled. She was athletic and upbeat. Every time I saw her, always in her crisp cotton blouses, shorts, tanned legs, blond hair in a ponytail, she radiated sunlight, health, and optimism. She was a confident one.

I didn't really know Doris that well. She was always at the practices where her kid was on the soccer team I coached. One time, a few weeks earlier when a surprise shower interrupted practice, she invited me into her Suburban to wait out the rain. Sitting alone with her in the front seat, I couldn't help noticing that her white cotton blouse had become almost transparent from the water. She obviously wore a bra, but there was something stimulating about seeing something I shouldn't see; underwear in broad daylight. My glance rested a little too long, and she caught me.

At this point, most women I have met would be uncomfortable, and would cross their arms to cover themselves, pull on a jacket, or try to distract me with conversation. Doris surprised me by simply smiling, with an accepting expression that seemed to say, "I'm as comfortable with your appreciation as a tree would be comfortable letting a passerby view its fruit." The look was not sexual, at first, but simply accepting. We talked about the kids (who were doubtless driving someone else's mom nuts in another car) – about the kids' social life, funny things they did, their athletic development, and the school.

As we talked, Doris frequently looked out the front window as she spoke, giving me the opportunity to glance down. I felt drawn to those tits. They were perfect. About the size of grapefruits. I began to wonder if she was modeling them for me. Her fingers would run under the buttoned edge of the blouse absent-mindedly, drawing my attention that I fought to focus elsewhere. Something about the way she moved was fluid and sensual, like a fruit tree slowly blowing in the breeze, so that by the action of the movement, you can tell the size and shape of the fruit. You can imagine its heft, what it would feel like in your hand as you brought it onto your lips. What it would taste like. 

Chattering musically, she absent-mindedly shifted position in the driver's seat, leaning against the door, drawing her right leg up to lie bent on the seat, its ankle resting under her left knee. Her loose khaki shorts (the same ones she was wearing now, I realized) opened as she talked. I suddenly became terrified that I would look at her crotch. That I would give some sign of my growing arousal. That by a look or a sound in my face I would betray myself. That I would spoil the moment and she would cover up. That she would avoid me from then on, forever. A married woman, not for you, buddy, not even to look?

She gave me a break. She sighed musically, placing her palms on top of her head, and leaned her head back facing the ceiling, stretching lazily like someone completely contented, at home, thrusting her chest toward me. Oh, she was marvelously sexy, and so skilled at this game that I couldn't be quite sure whether she was doing this for my benefit. She held this pose for a long moment, giving me the opportunity to drink in the rising swell of her breasts, stretching the buttons of her blouse as she arched her back, a moment to watch them rise and fall with her breathing. To see the exact size and position of her nipples. To get just a little peek at the pink and yellow floral pattern on her cotton panties through the loose leg of her pants. To see one arm fall casually, the finger resting inside the leg of her shorts and absent-mindedly move up and down the material. Absent-mindedly pulling it back, improving my view. To see her look expectantly back at me, half smiling, catching me watching her languid motion. She continued this teasing up and down movement with the leg of her shorts as if unaware that she was doing it.

A sudden banging on the window behind my back brought a startling conclusion to this wonderful moment. "Hey, coach! My mom wants to know if we're gonna practice or if she should go home or what." As if startled from a dream, at the same moment in the dark back seat, driving down the road at night with Billy Boy and Frank blathering in the front seat, I felt a hand touch mine. Doris's hand. 

She smoothed the back of my right hand and then went searching for the other. She found my left hand, the one farther from her and cupped her fingers around it. I sat shocked as she lifted it. Brought it quietly, slowly across my body under the blanket we shared. Brought it directly to her right breast and covered it there, palm over the nipple, watching me all the time with questioning eyes.

Wow! I could feel the blood in my temples. Hear it in my ears, like the sound of an elevated train. I smiled at her. Then grinned and began to slowly massage her breast through the fabric of the blouse. Through the bra. She lowered the blanket enough that I could see her bring a finger to her lips, making the silent sign of "Shh!" She was looking past me at Lisa, seated to my left. I quickly glanced to my left, but Lisa had already turned away. She was looking out the window.

Lisa is tall, very thin and a bit timid. She's attractive in a Shelly Duvall sort of way, but has never said two sentences to me at the same time. I think she and Doris must be good friends.

Doris leaned her head back and closed her eyes as I moved my hand in very gentle circular motions around each of her breasts, palms barely resting on the surface as I rubbed. She arched slightly, trying to get more pressure. At this, I stopped my gentle massage, and worked my way to the buttons. I opened the two buttons closest to her breasts and slid my hand inside to resume my slow circular rubbing. With her eyes closed, Doris smiled as one whose suspicions have been confirmed. She arched her back even further, and I recognized the invitation. With my free right hand, I reached up behind her and with only a little fumbling, I managed to release the clasp. 

I stretched and lifted the bra fabric between the two breasts and lifted the bra up out of the way, at the same time sliding my right hand down to cup the edge of her marvelously tight little ass. My left hand molded itself to Doris's wonderfully firm little breast with her hard little nipple between my thumb and forefinger, which I used to stroke and pull the nipple gently like a tiny little penis. With this, Doris's eyes widened and she took a sudden gasping breath, which she stifled by biting the blanket and pushing it over her wide-eyed face.

"So how you doing back there?" Frank was Doris's husband, sitting in the passenger seat directly in front of her. He had turned around to face me. I knew that it must be very dark, and that Frank couldn't see a thing. But I felt as if we had been caught in broad daylight. That he could see beneath the blanket. That if I spoke, my voice would betray me. That he would rip me from the car, beat me by the side of the road and leave me for dead. All I could do was look back, unable to speak.

Lisa saved the day, I mean, the night. "Hush, Frank. We're trying to sleep." she said, in a sleepy voice.

Frank was obedient. "Oh. OK." and turned around. In about three seconds, he launched into another conversation about sports with Billy Boy, this one about football. Football was a lot bigger than baseball in this part of the country, so I knew that this conversation would last hours. As long as we were quiet, that is.

I continued to massage Doris's breasts, first one and then the other. I spread my fingers and ran them slowly like a washboard back and forth over the nipples, back and forth, back and forth. First one breast and then the other. Occasionally I would begin my milking motion again, each time squeezing a little harder and taking more of the nipple, until I was squeezing the entire aureole and nipple together, and pinching the nipple tighter and tighter, physically pulling the breast away from her body. Occasionally I would leave her breast entirely, and rub her athletic tummy, her arms, her sides, because I love to tease. Doris was clearly very turned on, but could not make a sound. If the men stopped their conversation, I'm sure they would hear her breathing, even as muffled as it was in the blanket.

Doris took a chance with this. Holding her breath, she dropped the blanket, quickly made the motions of unzipping her pants and pulling pants and panties down. Slouching way down into the seat, she spread her legs and again wadded the blanket into her face.

It was going to be a long ride. I didn't see any reason (for me!) to be in a rush, so, instead of jumping like a rabbit into a hole, so to speak, I took my time. I ran my hand over Doris's belly again, down over the inner curve of her hips and down her quads to her knees, then back up again. I repeated this, first with one leg and then with the other. I ran back up to her breasts and back down to her knees, making only incidental light contact with her pubic hair. I could tell it was groomed. "I wonder how many people at church know that the assistant pastor's wife grooms herself there?" I thought.

Gradually, I worked my way to her inner thighs. She opened like a flower, pulling her legs wider and wider apart as I moved closer and closer to her moistness.

It was getting uncomfortable leaning over doing all of this with my left hand in this twisted position, especially since she had scooted down, so I decided to change hands. Squaring myself in the seat, I reached my large right hand down where the left had been. Immediately, I felt my left hand grabbed and thrust down the waiting pants of Lisa. She was very hot and moist and primed, from her own self-ministrations I guessed. Hmm. So she likes to watch. 

Both women were in a similar state of arousal, so after a couple of passes over their slick lips, my finger sort of naturally slid into both waiting holes. Lisa's legs alternated opening wide and closing around my hand, trying at the same time to hold my hand and to grant it further access, to squeeze me up into her and to blatantly bare her hungry pussy to the world, but for the blanket. I heard Lisa's head strike the side of the car in her ecstasy. The three of us froze for a moment, but the drone of the two men in the front seat continued.

I resumed my in and out motion while rubbing my thumb gently back and forth over their stiff little clitorises. Lisa rocked her hips sensually in time to my slow pace, as long as she could keep up. But I began to pick up the pace of the in and out, in and out, until I was pumping my hand like a little piston. My wrists began to ache. Lisa's mouth stretched open in a silent scream while Doris's screwed her face tightly like someone in agony. The wives both came together. Doris lifted herself completely from the seat, suspended by her heels and the back of her neck, as if she couldn't push her pussy hard enough against my hand. She stayed that way for what seemed to be minutes, coming time after time. Lisa dug her forehead forcefully into my shoulder, stiffened and clamped her legs down onto my hand. Both ladies stuffed their faces into the blankets.

We all took a breather. I hadn't been physically satisfied, but I sat there with a glow, thinking what a good boy I'd been. I had been the object of lust of two beautiful women, so much so that they had been willing to risk getting caught with me. Or maybe the thought of getting caught is what had turned them on in the first place. And Lisa definitely liked to watch. Inside that quiet exterior was a very dirty little girl, who might be a dynamo for whoever found the right way to unleash it. That wouldn't be Billy Boy. He definitely appeared to be the "stick it in and go" type.

After a couple of minutes for afterglow and reflection there began some slow rustling and rearranging on either side of me, followed by the feeling of hands rubbing up and down my legs, over the bulge in my shorts, unbuckling my belt, slowly, quietly unzipping, sneaking up the leg of my shorts to feel my balls. There were definitely more than two hands. I leaned back letting this all take place, only moving enough to lift my bottom and remove my shorts and undershorts.

It was glorious. I closed my eyes as hands smoothed over my legs, my penis and my balls, my chest and belly. Hands traded off gently stroking my penis from the base to the tip. One pair of hands – I think it was Lisa's – was quite a bit firmer than the other. At the same time, other hands explored my nipples, my ass, my arms, and any other place they could get to, all in utter silence.

One thing that was wonderful and terrible about this kind of ministration was that it was endlessly variable. Smooth and rough, fast and slow, long and short. The feelings were all wonderful, but the lack of a consistent pace made it impossible for me to get over the edge. After this gentle rubbing had gone on for about as long as I could stand, Lisa's head disappeared under the blanket. Now it was my turn to open my mouth wide in a silent scream as Lisa engulfed my member and rubbed her tongue up and down the nearer side while pulling up and down with her hand (I think it was Lisa's) at the base of my penis. She took about 10 good pulls like this, and then came up for air. As if on a signal, Doris's head disappeared, and went down on me.

The girls traded mouths and hands for a time that I could not reckon. It was like a delirium. I was like Sisyphus endlessly pushing the rock up the hill. I would get almost to the top, and then slide back down. Then the girls would switch. I'd start up again, and when I'd get almost to the top, the girls would switch, and I'd slide back down again. But I was making progress. Each time I would get a little bit closer. I breathed heavily into the blanket.

What finally pushed me over the edge was discovering that when each girl bent over, I could get a hold of their ass. I started squeezing their tight little buns as they went down on me, and running my hand between their legs. They were obviously getting hot and moist again. Finally, as Doris came down, with one hand I plunged my thumb into her dripping vagina and with the other I grabbed her hair tightly in my fist and held her there. My back spasmed, my nuts clenched, and liquid fire shot from my dick into her mouth, her mouth gulping silently. I held her tightly, and held her, and held her yet longer, as enormous sticky ropes of cum pumped repeatedly from my big hairy dick into the throat of the preacher's wife, within three feet of her oblivious husband.

I must have shot a bucketload, and I can only plead momentary insanity for the way I had forced Doris to swallow. I soon realized that she was not a swallower. She held the blanket to her face and by the movement of her shoulders, I could see that she was retching. When she stilled, I could feel her disgusted look. I gave her my best "I'm sorry, don't know what got into me." look in reply, but I'm sure she couldn't see it. I patted her shoulder gently, and then quietly pulled up my pants. Shockingly, Doris broke the silence.

"Is there anything to drink up there?"

Frank rummaged around a bit, and replied "No."

Billy Boy added, "We ought to get some gas anyway. I'll stop at the truck stop up ahead."

I thought to myself, "I sure hope I'm decent!" and patted around to ensure that I was properly dressed. 

Driving into the truck stop was like stepping from a closet into the sunshine. Billy Bob hopped out to pump gas, and Doris jumped out the other side and ran for the shop. Frank looked at us in the back seat. "You look cozy. Y'all sleepin'?" I nodded, yawning open-mouthed. "I'm going inside to have me a piece of pie. Want something? Beef jerky?"

I shook my head. On my left, Lisa said, "I'll stay here too. Maybe I can get some good rest without all that football talk."

In a few moments the gas nozzle clunked. Billy Boy topped it off with a couple of squirts, opened his door and looked in. "You two gonna stay here? OK. Frank said something about getting a bite to eat. We might be a while, so if you decide to wake up, you come on in and join us, hear?" Then he left.

As soon as he was out of earshot, quiet, timid Lisa turned to me. "That was fuckin' incredible. Whoaa. I just kept cummin' and cummin'. I thought I was gonna bust somethin'. I need you to fuck me. Man, I bet you're so good with that big ol' dick of yours. Pull it out where I can see it. Un-fucking-believable."

She obviously wasn't going to wait for me to pull anything out. She pulled the blanket down, unzipped me in a flash, and pulled that sucker out like a big fish on the beach. "Aww. It's so cute like that." she said. "Wake up, baby." she cooed and it began to take form again as she milked it. "That's it baby. Come to Mama. All mage you fee goob." This last was spoken as her mouth covered my soldier, now standing at attention.

"I should have given Doris some warning." I said. Lisa lifted her head and cackled loudly, continuing to make mighty strokes with her hand. "It won't do her no harm. Her 'n' Frank don't do nothin' fancy like that, that's all. Slam, bam, thank you ma'am. Same as it is for Billy Boy an' me. Wanna see my tits?"

I blinked, and all I could think of to say was, "Uh, well, yeah."

She grasped the bottom of her shirt, rucked it up to the bottom of her bra, and then pulled the shirt and bra up together under her chin like a coed at Mardi Gras, showing the prettiest little set of champagne glass tits and engorged nipples you could imagine. She held that position as I stared. "They won't bite." she cajoled, and pulled my face toward them. "But you can, if you want."

I slurped one of the little rascals in, and began sucking like a baby, a bit noisily. Lisa grabbed the back of my head and mashed me into her. She didn't seem to be the type to want to take it slow, at least not in this mood. She began to breath deeply as my hand slipped up her leg to her crotch.

"You know this was bound to happen." she groaned. "You all runnin' around out there in those little shorts with that cute little ass of yours and all those muscles in front of all these frustrated soccer moms with their big fat lazy husbands. Here. Let's do this. I don't know how much time we have." And with that she sort of half stood, bent forward with her butt in my face, hiked up the large loose leg of her shorts, and slowly crouched, stuffing my member up the leg of her pants into her willing cunt. With one hand I reached around to pleasure her little nub, or at least where her nub ought to be, since her pants were in the way, and with the other I reached to fondle her tits. 




A Ride in the Back Seat



But after a few strokes she cut in. "This isn't working right. Just a sec." She jumped off, whipped her shorts and panties off with a flash, and jumped back on, still facing forward. This gave me a good view of her tight little ass and its little butthole, which winked happily at me. She readied the blanket so she could cover us up in a hurry for all the good that would do in this position. 

It was much easier to find her nub now as she rocked. "Boy, you sure know how to take care of a girl. About time for something like that around here. Don't stop." And she started to bounce up and down on my pole, fast and hard.

"Hey! I don't think we want to shake the truck!" I cried. 

"Oh, yeah, that's right." They might not be able to see much from the restaurant, but I'll bet they'd see the truck bouncing up and down all by itself. She slowed herself down and lifted herself slowly up and down my pole. She groaned. "Ohhh. I don't know if I can control myself. Please baby. Please let me cum. This is driving me craaazy!"

In response, I speeded up the action of my right hand, which was rubbing up and down over her little nub and over her pussy lips until it was first two, and then four times the speed of her up and down motion. With the other, I ran up and down her back and around over her little boob, pinching and pulling her nipple. All the while she cried out in time to her movements. "Aah. Aah. Aah." She supported herself with her right hand on the front seat, and reached between her legs with the left to brush up and down over my balls. She began to shriek louder, and at a higher pitch. "AAH. AAH. AAH. Baby, I'm gonna cum." Then her voice changed to a pathetic sob. "I'm gonna cum. Don't stop baby. Make me cum baby. AAAAHH!!!" and with that, she grabbed both of my hips and ground herself into my crotch. She held this for one or two breaths, overcome by orgasm, and then started bobbing up and down furiously at double time. I imagined her little breasts traveling in tight circles as she slapped up and down into my lap. "AhAhAhAh...Oh you Devil!" and again ground into my crotch as she again came ferociously. She repeated this three or four times. During one of these times I couldn't restrain myself any longer and released my load into her tight little pussy, spasming over and over until I lost track of time.

I could have stayed like that for an eon, except for something profound that Lisa said. She whispered, "They're coming back! Hurry!" She slid off my lap, pulled the blankets back over us, faced the window away from us, and pretended to be asleep. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and let my mouth hang open as if asleep.

I heard Billy Boy say, "Man isn't that something. I don't think those two have moved an inch. I'll bet they don't wake up till we get home." With that, he started the car, ground it into gear, and headed out. Before they got to the curb, the two men in the front seat were chattering away again. I don't think I ever heard two men talk so much.

I felt a tapping on my shoulder, and cast an eye toward Doris. In the fading light of the truck stop, I saw her stick her tongue out at me, then hold a finger up to her open mouth in the universal sign of gagging. But then she put the finger in her mouth, pulled her lips tight around it, and pulled it slowly back out. She ended with a wide smile.

This all happened two years ago -- my first year of coaching soccer at the middle school where I teach. Since then, I have spent many happy hours before and after practice, sometimes with Doris, sometimes with Lisa (who is still quiet and shy when she's in company), and sometimes with one or the other of a half-dozen wives with fat, lazy, redneck husbands. Word gets around in a small town. Three of the mothers go running with me in the early morning, and on school holidays we use each other's showers. But that's another story.

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A Ride in the Boat



My wife Anne and I have had many exciting sexual experiences while staying at our cabin in the Northwoods of Minnesota, and last summer we had a fantastic encounter one afternoon on our boat. 

During a visit to our cabin about a year ago, we awoke to an absolutely fantastic July morning. The sky was bright blue and cloudless, the temperature was in the mid 80's and there was no wind at all, not even a hint of breeze. As a result, the lake was like glass, or more accurately, like a mirror reflecting the blue of the sky. 

"Today would be a great day to take a long boat ride," I suggested to Anne over our morning coffee. 

"That would be great," she replied. "We really haven't had a chance to see the big part of the lake yet this trip." 

Our cabin is on one of the biggest lakes in the state and so on those occasions when Anne does accompany me in the boat we often stay on our section of the lake, and only rarely do we venture out onto the biggest parts. Today was the perfect day, since if was so calm, to explore the other parts of the lake. 

After breakfast, I loaded up the cooler with some bottled water and a few beers and then went outside to gas up the boat. If we were going on a long, maybe hours long, boat ride, I wanted to make sure we had plenty of fuel. I had just finished gassing up and prepping the boat for the trip when Anne came walking down the dock. 

She was wearing a long version of a wife-beater T-shirt, you know, the sleeveless tank top type of shirt, although this one was yellow, and came down the middle of her thighs. She had a large floppy straw hat on her head, sunglasses and flip flops. She was carrying an over-sized beach bag stuffed with towels and who knows what else.

Her dress was tight fitting so it was obvious that Anne was not wearing a bra, but then again, this was a period in time when Anne had basically stopped wearing any type of underwear; bra or panties. Anne had just turned 50 years old the previous Fall, but still had the body that would make a woman in her 30's envious. 

She is 5 foot 2 inches tall, weighs 115 pounds, has firm 34C breasts (all natural) that stand out from her chest in defiance of age and gravity, a flat stomach, nicely rounded hips, a tight little bubble butt and very shapely legs. Her 10-mile long runs, coupled with Pilate's and yoga several times a week had enabled Anne to sculpt a gorgeous body. Her auburn hair is shoulder length; she has very pretty green eyes, a cute little nose covered with a dusting of freckles and very sexy lips and mouth. In short, Anne has a very pretty face. 

This also was the summer that Anne obliged me by keeping herself completely shaved clean, not a hair anywhere to be found near her pussy or ass. As she walked down that dock I knew that Anne was wearing nothing at all under her long, yellow T-shirt dress. 

We boarded the boat, I fired up the motor, backed us off the boatlift and steered us onto the lake. We started our trip in our section of the lake, slowly motoring along the shore looking at our neighbor's homes. Things always look differently from the lake for Anne since it's a perspective she rarely sees because she tends to stay on shore more than I do. After 45 minutes or so of touring our part of the lake, I kicked the motor into high gear and took us out to the big, main part of the lake. It was amazingly calm, even on the big part of the lake, so we decided to go all the way to the southeast end of the lake. It took us nearly 30 minutes to get there, and after another 30 minutes of exploring the area we decided to head back toward our part of the lake. 

About half way back across the lake I slowed the motor down to almost a crawl, and then turned it off altogether. "What's up?" Anne asked. 

"I thought we could just kick back here for a while, enjoy a beer and soak up some rays," I replied as I opened the cooler and pulled out a couple of ice-cold beers. 

"I'll just have a water," Anne said. 

We opened our drinks and took in the beauty around us. There were a few loons and pelicans sitting on top of the water near us, but they were the only creatures we could see in any direction. Where I had chosen to stop the boat was literally a mile or so from any land. It was a Tuesday, so there were few boats on the lake, and there were none that we could see at the moment. I sat back in my seat, took a long pull off my frosty beer and the pulled my shirt up and over my head. "The sun feels great, doesn't it?" I said.

"Let's see," Anne replied. She took off her floppy hat, set it down on the deck of the boat, she stood up and pulled her long T-shirt dress over her head. She shook her head to straighten out her hair, which had gotten mussed up when she removed her dress, and stood there completely naked in the boat. 

"You don't think anyone can see us out here do you?" she asked.

"Not even with a pair of binoculars," I assured her. I wanted her to be comfortable being naked out here on the boat.

I decided that since Anne was naked I should join her. I stood up, undid my belt and pulled down my shorts and boxers. I stepped out them and pushed them underneath the driver's console. I sat back down, completely naked, took another sip of my beer, and looked over at Anne, who was also completely naked.

She was a vision. Her round firm breasts, the size of large grapefruits, stood out from her petite body. Her nipples were already erect and blushed a deep pink color. She had her legs parted just enough to where I could clearly see her smooth, hairless pussy, the lips of which looked like two pink tulip petals. My cock was starting to stir and harden.

"Look's like you enjoy being naked in the boat," Anne said, noticing my ever-growing erection. "Let's see if I can't give you some relief."

With that Anne slid off her seat and knelt on the floor of the boat next to me. I turned my seat to the left so I was facing her. Anne took my cock in her right hand and slowly started stroking me. "I bet you wanted to get me out here in the boat so you could fuck me, isn't that right?" she said with a wicked little smile. 

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you. It was certainly something that I'd hoped would happen." I replied. 

"Then let's see what we can do about that," she said. Anne lowered her sexy wet mouth over the purple head of my rock-hard prick. Anne gives great blowjobs, and enjoying one of her great hummers out on the lake, under the warm summer sun, was pure heaven for me. Anne bobbed her head up and down on my cock, her saliva coating my cock with enough moisture to where her hand could move smoothly up and down the entire length of my stiff shaft. With her left hand Anne fondled my balls and gently stroked my "taint," that bit of skin between my balls and anus. I reached down and took Anne's beautiful tits in each of my hands. I squeezed her tits and twisted her nipples while she continued to suck my cock and massage my balls. I was getting very close to blowing my load, but I wanted to make this encounter last, especially since Anne hadn't had an orgasm yet. "Ok, ok," I said to Anne. "I don't want to cum quite yet, so let's switch positions.

Anne removed my dick from her mouth, looked up and me with her wet, pouting lips and said, "Ok, I guess it's my turn."

Anne sat back down in her seat on the passenger side of the boat and positioned herself so she was sitting low on the seat with her butt and pussy hanging off the edge. I knelt down in front of her and slowly started kissing her puffy pink cunt lips. I put my hands on her tits and started tweaking Anne's nipples. She has always had very sensitive nipples, and when I tweak and twist them, especially when we're making love outside, it really sends her headfirst toward an orgasm. I hadn't even inserted my tongue into her steaming hot twat yet when she started shaking with her first orgasm. "God it feels good to do this outside," Anne cooed. 

No sooner than her orgasm subsided than I began lapping her pussy with my tongue; long wet strokes covering the entire slick opening of her womanhood. My hands were still giving her big boobs a workout when I plunged my tongue deep into her twat. My mouth was pressed hard against her full, pink pussy lips as if I was giving them a hard passionate kiss. My tongue darted in and out of her wetness, lapping up every drop of her hot, sweet cum. Slowly I began to break my kiss with her twat and moved my attention to her tiny, but swollen clit. I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit as rapidly as I could, and just as she was about to totally lose it and have another powerful orgasm, I locked my lips around her little bud and sucked firmly, but gently. 

That was all it took. Anne grabbed the back of my head, started shaking and called out, "Fuck yeah, that feels so fucking good. Yeah, yeah, suck it, suck my clit." Hot, thick cum poured out of Anne hairless twat into my mouth. I drank it up as quickly as I could, and went back for more. Eventually her orgasm slowed and I felt her body relax. I sat back on the floor of the boat, my face covered in my beautiful wife's pussy juice, my rock hard cock standing at attention in the warm sun. With her head thrown back and her eyes still closed Anne said, "I need you in me."

I took Anne's hands in mine and lifted her off her seat. I then turned the seat around and had Anne lean over the back of it, her back facing me. Her tight little ass was naked to the world and just inches in front of my steel-hard prick. Stepping forward I pushed the full length of my rod into Anne's dripping wet cunt. I grabbed Anne's hips with my hands and started rhythmically sliding in and out of her hot slit. I pumped in and out of my wife's smooth, hairless pussy for a several minutes until she turned her head around facing me and said, "Do it hard. I love it when you fuck me really hard."

As ordered, my pace quickened until I was furiously pounding my cock into her twat doggy-style. Anne leaned further over the seat and spread her legs wider giving my complete access to her inner most regions. The sound of the gentle lapping of the water against the boat was matched by the sound of my dick sloshing in and out of Anne's dripping wet hole while my balls slapped against her stomach. There was a strong smell of sex in the boat as Anne began groaning and shaking. She was starting her orgasm and I wasn't far behind. "Oh fuck yeah," Anne cried out at the start of her orgasmic convulsion. Soaked in sweat and quivering with intense sexual excitement Anne screamed, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, cum with me, damn it. Shoot your cum in me right now."

My balls tightened up and the bottoms of my feet were tingling. Here we were, both Anne and me completely naked standing in our boat in the middle of the lake, fucking like teenagers. I couldn't hold out any longer and exploded with thick streams of hot creamy cum into Anne's hot, hairless and thoroughly drenched cunt. We both climaxed hard, and then I fell forward, exhausted, onto Anne's back. We rested in that position, with me leaning on Anne front to back, with my dick still in her pulsating pussy, for several minutes until my cock shrank enough to pop out of her tight hole. 

I stood up and took a couple of steps back so Anne could stand up. She straightened herself from the seat, turned around and stepped into my arms. We stood naked in the boat under the warm summer sun, kissing. She then dropped down to her knees and took my semi-hard cock into her mouth and began to delicately lick it clean. Once she had lapped up all of our love juices, Anne stood back up, gave me another long passionate kiss, and suggested we slowly make our way home.

Both of us remained completely naked as we motored back to our cabin. When we were a few hundred yards from shore, Anne slipped on her T-shirt dress and I put on my boxers and shorts. We got the boat onto the boatlift, unloaded our gear, and hiked up to the cabin with the memory of some great on-water-sex still fresh in our minds.



A Ride in the Car



It was a wonderful night with perfect weather and my boyfriend and I decide to take a drive down a deserted highway with no cars or anything else in sight. My boyfriend borrowed his friend convertible and decided to take me on "a nice long drive" his exact words "sure why not" was my reply. I always enjoyed riding in a car as long as I didn't have to drive. I love taking rides.

So sitting in the dark blue convertible the top down cruising down the highway, me in the passenger seat my head back listening to soft jazz on the radio and humming along, I was in heaven. Every now and then Paul my boyfriend would reach over and rub my knee letting his hand push up my short dress and edge up my thigh. Keeping my head back and my eyes close I sit back and enjoy the warm feeling my body was now getting. Widening my legs Paul fingers inch past my panties pulling them to the side. His fingers begin to rub my now wet pussy. My humming to the radio stops and is replaced by moans. The night's air running through my hair and Paul fingers running through my pussy and over my clit I found myself quickly edging on an orgasm. I usually didn't cum that fast it must have been the new situation in the car, but after a short time of Paul stroking my clit and pussy I let out a nice long moan as shivers went through my entire body. 

Relishing the feeling Paul just sent through my body I open my eyes and smile over at him. Leaning over I kiss him on the cheek "make sure you keep your eyes on the road" I giggle in his ear. 

"Don't you worry about that" he answered back. Raising his hand to my head he runs it through my hair. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked in a low whisper.

Unbuckling my seat belt I move as close to him as I can in the bucket seats and say, "it was the best honey" after a pause I ask, "are we going any where in particular?" 

Still stroking my hair he answer back still in a low sexy voice "No not really, you just enjoy the ride. But I'm glad you're enjoying yourself so far. I hope you can help me enjoy myself to" a sly smile coming on his face. 

Suddenly his fingers tighten around my hair pulling my head towards him and down to his jeans. I got the point and began to unzip his pants. My body so hot now I was more than happy to wrap my mouth around his cock. 

Slowly seeming I lower his zipper, his cock already hard easily slips past his underwear. Licking my lips I begin to lower my head. Paul impatiently pushes my head quicker to his cock. His uncharacteristic forcefulness turns me on even more. Gulping his cock into my mouth I hardly had time to take a breath. I suck his cock deeply into my mouth my lips plunge down to the base of his cock. My face completely in his crouch My tongue trying to roll around his cock deep in my mouth I try to bob my head on his cock but could only raise my head a inch or two before Paul hand on my head pushed me back down. One hand on my head the other still holding the steering wheel Paul instruct me to just suck. He didn't want me to move but his cock was moving, moving into my throat. Gagging I widen my mouth while my throat tighten around his cock. Paul began to groan. How he was keeping his eyes on the road I don't know but I wasn't thinking about that for long. Paul hand left my head and move to my ass lifting my dress. His hand rubbing my asshole I moan with his cock deep at the back of my mouth. Paul plunges two fingers into my asshole, it's a tight fit but he manages to get it in me up to the second knuckles. I have never felt this turn on in my life and feel my body about to cum again. With out Paul hand pushing my head anymore I bob up and down on his rock hard cock. His groans gets louder and louder. I feel the car pulling over to the side of the road. It's a good thing he does I don't think he could keep on the road at the pace we were going. 

Really getting into it, my saliva covers Paul's cock sloshing up and down on him and so hot for his cum to fill my mouth. All of a sudden Paul hand slaps my ass "ok honey get out the car for me."

I was disappointed to say the least but I let his cock slide out of my mouth and I climb out of the convertible. Standing outside of the car the cool night's breeze blowing my dress up and over my still wet pussy and panties I couldn't help still feel quite warm. 

Paul got outside of his side of the car. Walking over to my side of the car he roughly grabs me and kisses me hard on the lips sticking his tongue in my mouth. 

"You want me to stop?" he whispers in my ear.

"No" I croak back suddenly shakily.

With out hesitation Paul turns me around and bends me over the hood of the car. Ripping my panties off he press his still hard cock onto back of my ass. His roughness made my breathing and heart beat quicken and I found myself arms out stretch over the car doing nothing but taking whatever he want to give me. 

I wasn't usually this submissive and Paul wasn't usually this dominant but what ever made him get so aggressive I liked it and I hope he doesn't stop. 

"Take off your dress and get back in the car" he ordered.

With out a word I quickly lift my dress over my head. Now naked, my pussy wet and my nipples sticking out rock hard I climb into the car. Me about to sit down Paul smiles at me and tell me to stand. 

"Don't sit down honey, I want you to stand."

Not sure of what he wants I awkwardly stand in the car. My bare ass resting on the top of the front windshield of the convertible. Paul climbs into the car pressing my back he leans me over the two front seats. Shaking a little now not from cold but from pure nervousness of not knowing what the hell was going to happen next. 

"Do you" I try to say but is interrupted by a slap on the ass.

"Shhhhh" Paul whispers "just bend over and hold onto the back seats. Don't say another word."

I can't help smiling a little as I bend over between the front seats. My hips between the two front seats I grab onto the back seat my ass in the air and my head down. I feel very vulnerable and I also feel wetness dripping from my pussy. This is really turning me on and although I can't see Paul well now I can feel his rock hard cock brushing against my ass and I know he is still turn on to. 

Bending over Paul licks my ass. Spreading my ass cheeks his tongue finds my asshole. I let out a shriek then a slow moan. I want to scream out yes yes so badly but I don't Remembering his order to stay quiet I bite my lip and close my eyes enjoying my whole body tingling. 

I can't help moving my hips back to his tongue. Paul grabs my ass and digs his tongue into my tight asshole. Lapping slowly at my asshole like he was licking a delicious ice cream cone. Ummmm this is too much I can barely hold on to the seats my head buries into the back seat. 

"You like that my little car slut? You like having your asshole fucked with my tongue?"

I moan my approval but keep my head down.

Paul begins slapping my ass over and over. "You like it my slut, you like being my car slut?" he ask harshly. "You want me to fuck you now my slut?"

I grunt back an approval reply. My body is so on fire it's all I can manage.

Slapping my ass Paul moves behind me and plunges his hard 8-inch cock into my sopping wet pussy. 

Good God it feel sooooo good my pussy throbbing again I start chanting yes yes yes yes with every thrust of your cock in my pulsing pussy. Paul gives my pussy quite a pounding. I almost fall between the front seats but his hands on my hips keeps me up and help his cock go deep into me. 

Straightening my arms on the back seat I raise my self up and look out over the back trunk of the car. I could barely see anything in the darkness of the night just the curve of the road behind the car my vision being shaken by Paul's constant thrusting. It's weird how my mind was wandering at this moment. A moment my whole body was in ecstasy and I was looking at the white line going down this deserted road. But my mind didn't stay on that white line for long I let out a howl of a scream like I was howling at the moon as my asshole was just then assaulted by Paul's big hard cock. 

"Oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhhh" I scream. 

His cock covered with my pussy juices was not enough to stop the pain that shot through me while his cock plunges in me full tilt. No hesitation just a hard fast thrust deep in my asshole. Grabbing onto my hair Paul leaned over me and growled "You like the ride now". 

Not knowing where his aggression was coming from and not caring I grunt back "ah ah yyyessss I I do". 

Pounding away Paul grabs my 34D tits and squeezes them between his fingers. Pinching my nipples he pulls them away from me and twists them. I never knew that pain could turn me on so much. That I would like being treated like this by someone that is usually so tender but I was enjoying it and I start wishing the roughness would never end. 

Trying to balance my bouncing head on the back seat I let one hand go back to my clit. Rubbing my fingers over my throbbing clit my orgasm overtook my body. I've never had and orgasms with anything in my asshole before. Paul has put his fingers in me before but never for long and it didn't feel anything his cock deep in me. With my orgasm building and with my pussy throbbing and his cock plunging deep in my asshole I felt a feeling I hope to feel again real soon. While my whole body pulse with my orgasm I could feel my asshole throbbing around Paul's cock. It was like my asshole was trying to milk all of his cum out of his cock and I didn't want it to stop. 

I start meeting Paul's thrust slamming my ass back to him arching my back and enjoying the most intense orgasm I've every felt. Grabbing my shoulder and one of my tits Paul leans over my back cock deep in my asshole. I could feel his cum filling my tight asshole. My pussy throbbing my asshole pulsing I push back into Paul and grind my ass into him. After shooting my asshole full of his cum Paul collapses on my back we fell between the front seats half on the floor half on the back seat. Both of us a sweating and breathing heavy we couldn't help but laugh in each other arms. 

"You want to get dress" Paul says to me in a cheerier voice. 

"Sure, where is my dress anyway?" I laugh back. 

Climbing out of the car and zipping himself up Paul picks up my dress I left on the hood of the car and hand it to me. 

Watching me slip it back on Paul leans on the car and comments "Nice ride huh"

"Yeah it was great a little rough but I think I like that, definitely the best ride I've every had."

"Well let's get home it's very late and I want to get to bed," he says slyly.

"Yeah that sound good" I answer back slipping back into the front passenger seat.

Paul walks over to the driver side and gets in, starting up the car he reaches over and combs my hair out of my face with his hand and then pulls the car off. 

I snuggle into the seat and snap my seatbelt on and recline my seat back. Reaching my hand over to Paul lap I let it rest there while we head home. I let my eyes close and enjoy the car ride thinking about the ride Paul just gave me. Cum leaking out of my well fucked asshole I was feeling perfect. My mind clear I open my eyes looking up at the stars thinking about getting home and getting to bed with Paul to go back over tonight's adventure and also wondering where the hell I have left my panties. 



A Ride in the Counrty



We decided to ride in loose-fitting summer frocks instead of knickerbockers, slacks or shorts. Sophie said how relieved she was to get out of her uniform for a change, as it made her feel stuffy and frumpy. I told her that I rather liked her in her uniform. Of course I did not divulge in which way I liked her.

I read a naughty book when I was younger. I used to keep it hidden under the mattress and secretly read it by candlelight when I knew my sister Caroline and everyone else was sleeping. It was about a man and his maid and how he and his two sisters one day tortured her with goose feathers just for the sheer fun of it. It was very well-described, explicit and extreme, but very erotic and enjoyable. I loved the way the naive maid was tricked into it, her subsequent imprisonment at the hands of her tormentors; her gradual subjugation and tying-up and the slow and systematic removal of all her clothing and underwear until she was totally denuded. Seeing Sophie in her uniform always made me think of the book and that delicious scene. How the young sweet girl had kicked and yelled and screamed in the soundproofed snuggery (a converted children's nursery) and how they continually ignored her suffering and pleas for mercy until their perverted ideals had become thoroughly sated, including the maid's, so that even she had a happy outcome. Of course, after her salacious ordeal she was as corrupt as they were and she assisted them in further tortures on other unsuspecting ladies they enticed into the snuggery and so the cycle of corruption was perpetuated. It was deliciously outrageous. It made me quite fidgety and unsettled, but I never knew how to assuage those feelings back then.

We rode abreast through the town and headed for the countryside. The wind blew our frocks into billowing sails. Men looked and whistled from pavements and shop doorways. I fancy we made a rather desirable catch for somebody who wanted to take a pair of beauties as a job lot. But my mind was not really on the male of the species at that moment. I had the almost irresistible urge to sample the treasures that Sophie kept hidden under her chemise and under her skirt. If she would not offer them willingly, might I get to use Father's whip upon her silken, olive-hued back, her delectable derriere, and the backs of her tear-dropped calves? A little bit of gentle persuasion, perhaps, to make her cooperative and agreeable?

"It's so nice of you to give me the afternoon off, Miss Beatrice," she puffed, as we pedalled up yet another slope.

"I think we both needed to get out for a while," I said in reply. "A house is always sad when somebody leaves it, especially the head of a household. It goes into mourning for a while."

"That is very true, what with your father being the central figure and everything. I really liked him... like him, I mean. I mean I hope we see him again soon. He is such a fair and nice man. I'm really going to miss him."

"Yes, me too," and then said quietly to myself, "in more ways than you might imagine, Sophie."

I wanted to ask her if she had received or given favours to my father during her time in his employ, whether she had sucked his cock, or pushed a sweet, engorged nipple between his lips. But I didn't want to embarrass her unnecessarily, although I really was quite keen to learn about any naughtiness that may have transpired between them while I'd been living away with Edward. I should have been jealous thinking about her and my father together, as if he was being unfaithful to my late mother, and even to Caroline and I. But I wasn't, and neither would I have been. To be perfectly honest, the thought of Father's trusty sabre lancing Sophie's sweet chink and bottom hole, as indeed it had mine, made me feel quite unnecessary.

Occasionally I looked at Sophie's legs pedalling up and down. They were darker than mine. She had a tanned complexion. Her mother was apparently Spanish. The sun smiled on her sort, liked their skin. Her thighs had an olive gleam in the sunshine - beautiful. My skin was fair and freckly and so I had to be careful when the sun was shining at its strongest. Her calves were nicely shaped, they were sleek, like teardrops tapering down to slim ankles, probably sculpted by the number of errands she'd had to ride on the bicycle.

"I'm thinking of putting in a word for you at my uncle's house," I said, when we were back on the level. "Had you thought of what you might do when you leave us?"

"No. I don't have another job to go to yet."

"So? How would you feel about coming with me and Caroline to my uncle's house... if he's in agreement? I'm sure he would be able to find you something -- it's an enormous house." 

"Oh, Miss Beatrice, that would be absolutely marvellous. Do you really mean it? I don't want to be out of work. I-I... I can't afford to be."

"Leave it to me, Sophie. I'm sure I could negotiate at least the same terms and conditions that you are presently commensurate with. I think you, Caroline and I will all be very happy there in the charge of my aunt and uncle. They have lots of parties and gatherings in the summer -- in the gardens. We play croquet and quoits, and they have their own tennis court. Some very eminent people are known to attend. You'll get to meet them - famous people, actors and actresses, lords and ladies, the gentry and aristocracy."

"Oh lordy, Miss Beatrice... I do believe you're having a lark with me."

"No I'm not... You wait and see."

Soon the town gave way to the leafy avenues of the suburbs and then we were in the countryside, riding down narrow lanes where we surprised rabbits at the side of the road and sent them scampering and hopping off into the hedgerow. The air was clearer and sweeter here. The sweet heady fragrances of apple and cherry blossoms filled our nostrils and the sound of birdsong trilled in our ears. Hardly a house, cottage or handcart was passed. Apart from the odd farmstead and cultivated field we seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, riding in the wilds, the back of beyond. We came to a cornfield. The early summer breeze was making sweeping waves in the green corn. It looked very secluded and inviting.

"Let's stop here and rest awhile," said I. "My legs are tired. I'm a bit out of practice with cycling."

"Perhaps this would be a good place have our picnic anyway," said Sophie. "I'm starving." "Spiffing idea, Sophie... It looks perfectly perfect, actually."

We dismounted and wheeled our bicycles through a wooden gate. We went along the edge of the field to find a shady spot under some trees and set up the picnic.

Sophie had made cucumber sandwiches and cut a home-baked pork pie into quarters. There were olives and tomatoes and grapes and we washed it all down with glasses of wine. We had it all spread out on a red chequered blanket and by the time we were on the second bottle of wine we were both feeling squiffy and the sun had made me feel quite dozy. I lay back upon Sophie's shoulder and she put her arm around me. I could feel the softness of her breast in the middle of my back. I felt so relaxed and peaceful. We were miles from anywhere and there was nobody about. In fact, I don't think we'd seen a soul for at least two hours. In the far distance I could hear the faintest chimes of a church clock. I counted.

"Four o'clock already," I said. "Oh, I love it here, Sophie, so peaceful. I could drop right off to sleep."

"Be my guest, Miss Beatrice," said Sophie, giving me a little hug so that I squashed into her softness even more. I could feel the beat of her heart. I inadvertently allowed my hand to stray and rested it on top of her knee. In my other hand was the glass of wine which I sipped gently. "I feel, quite, quite drunk, Sophiekins."

"Me too, but who cares?"

"Quite right, who cares? Who gives a brass-monkey? Do you know something, Sophie?"

"What?

"I feel deliciously naughty."

"Oh?"

"I think it must be the sun... the sense of freedom I have now. I feel like doing something really reckless and amazing."

I stroked Sophie's knee, distractedly.

"Like what?"

"Taking all my clothes off and going skinny dipping."

"Skinny dipping?"

"Yes. That's 'swimming in the buff' to you."

"Oh really? Well, I must say you're very brave."

"Well, there's no one about; no one for miles. How about you?"

"Oh, I don't know. It seems so naughty."

"That's the general idea."

"But what if we're seen? What about the farmer?"

"Well, that kind of makes it more exciting, don't you think - the possibility of being caught?"

"Miss Beatrice, I do believe there's a wicked streak in you."

"Maybe. But why not make the most of our lives while we can? We could both be run over by a milk cart tomorrow."

"Oh Miss Beatrice, that's so morbid."

"No it's not. I'm just stating a fact. You have to grab at life while you can. That's the way I'm going to be from now on. Footloose and fancy free. No more fearing what the future holds."

"You make it sound so gung-ho and exciting."

"And that's as it should be Sophie. Live for today and sod tomorrow! So, are you going to join me... in the river... no clothes?"

"Ermmm..."

"Look, there's absolutely nobody to tell us what to do, so let's just do it. There's no one around for miles. We haven't seen a single soul for hours. Look, it's a lovely clear river; and today the sun is shining on us. What could be better than to be free and adventurous, to be as nature intended? I feel I could take on the world. We came into it without clothes; we will most probably leave the same way; so why don't we do the bit in between without a strip on as well?"

"You are awful, Miss Beatrice. You make it all sound very tempting and exciting."

"Good, that's the ticket. Come on... it will be fun. Let's live dangerously while we can."

"You're getting me into bad ways, Miss Beatrice."

"I hope so, Sophie, I do hope so. Just one more thing, though..."

"Yes, Miss Beatrice?"

"You can stop calling me Miss Beatrice while you're off duty. We are out together socially so for today just plain 'Beatrice' will be perfectly fine."

"If you're sure, Miss B... I mean, Beatrice. I don't want to appear disrespectful."

"Don't worry, you won't. Anyway, you're three years older than me. It seems ridiculous to maintain protocol away from the house. I want us to be normal everyday friends. So, come on then... let's undress," 

We watched a swan and its mate glide majestically downstream.

"Come on," said I, playing with the top button of my frock. "Last one in is a lemon."

Just then, on impulse, I turned about and kissed her. It just happened. At first she didn't resist, maybe she was stunned by my behaviour. But then she seemed to come to her senses and pushed me off of her. "What on earth are you doing, Miss Beatrice?"

I had the horrible feeling I might have offended her. So I just looked at her and pretended to be sorry. I put my hand to my mouth and feigned horror.

"What's got into you?" She said.

"I'm sorry, Sophie. I thought you might like it. Please forgive me."

"What do you think I am?"

Without answering her I pushed her down on the ground and held her shoulders pinned while I kissed her again. She struggled briefly, but gradually her resistance weakened and I felt her arms go round me and draw me tight against her, crushing my breasts into hers. My tongue probed at her wet lips, insistent, until I felt them part and allow me in. My little fishy swam and wriggled around her teeth and her tongue. I felt flushes of heat, and it wasn't the sun. I squeezed her breasts, firm and well-rounded. They swelled with her breathing, lush and generous in my hand. I loosened the straps of her chemise around her shoulders, freeing her beauties. I kissed the dark tips and suckled her until she moaned.

Sophie raised her arms so I could take off her dress and her chemise. I trailed me tongue over her hot olive belly, probing the hard, salty knot of flesh in the centre. I loosened the stays of her drawers and pulled them down and stroked her thighs while gazing at the lush undergrowth of hair between her legs. She had so much more than me in that department and I guess that is why I stared. It was pure fascination and wonderment. I wondered if all women of Spanish blood were as well adorned as Sophie.

She hid her face behind her hands, as if embarrassed by what was happening to her. My fingertips played among the tight curls that were like thousands of tiny watch springs. I eased her thighs apart and saw the shining pink slash of flesh, twinkling, beckoning, and I bent my head to kiss the pouting, vermilion lips. I worked my tongue inside her, then sought her clitoris. Her hips took up the rhythm and in between her breathless sighing she said: "Oh, Miss Beatrice... How could you do such a thing... such a rude, rude thing? What must you think of me?"

Afterwards we had our swim, charging down to the river bank with me playfully smacking Sophie's backside, urging her forward until she splashed into the cool, clear water with me following. The water was much colder than expected and it took our breaths away until we got used to it. We swam like water-babies, doing all sorts of tricks, ducking under and swimming between each other's legs and taking delicious liberties with each other's bodies. We kissed and hugged and swam with gay abandon... until a voice called out to us from the river bank.

"And just what the hell do you two think you're up to?"



A Ride in the Country



The midnight shift from hell was almost over. Eight hours ago, the sergeant handed me a set of keys for my police cruiser and I was off, into the night to protect and serve. My partner on this shift was my old friend Rick Flashington, or Flash as everyone called him. We rode in separate cars but we were both sent on every call. This particular shift was a busy one for Flash and me. Between us we had a couple of auto accidents, a drunk driver arrest, a recovered stolen car and a vehicle that had run out of gas in the left lane of the state highway. All that took place before 4:00 am and when were finally finished, I met Flash at the diner for breakfast.

Flash is one of those very fortunate guys who never seems to age. He looked exactly the same to me as the night we were both sworn in thirteen years earlier. He was nearly forty but Flash looked 23. He was six feet tall and weighed about 170 pounds. He had blue eyes, sandy colored hair, a ready smile and had a definite way with the ladies, though I always thought his lines were among the lamest I had ever heard. Nevertheless, Flash never wanted for female companionship.

I ordered an omelet; Flash chose the pancakes. While we were waiting for our order to arrive, we made small talk. After work, I planned to take a ride out into the country to check out an enormous piece of property that an old friend was about to develop. It was in an area of the state that business and industry had discovered recently as corporate friendly, attracting a dozen or so major corporations, who built major facilities in the area. The problem that was created was one of housing. Thousands of new corporate employees’ jobs were moving into an area that had almost no affordable housing for them. My friend, Jack Winker, was the head of a development company that intended to cure that problem for the corporate employees. His firm owned thousands of acres of property that would become a city unto itself within ten years, if Jack had his way. Jack asked me to join the sales staff and sell condos, town homes and single family dwellings for him. I was certainly interested as there was the opportunity to triple my income. My intention was to go to the site and do a little preliminary checking of the area.

I mentioned my plans to Flash and asked him if he’d like to take a ride with me. I didn’t expect to be gone more than a couple of hours. The property was in the north end of the county, perhaps twenty minutes away. Flash said he had a date but he would bring her along. We agreed to meet a half hour after shift change in the police department parking lot. I had no idea who Flash’s “date” was and didn’t ask. He always had something going. We finished our breakfast and ordered a couple of coffees to go. The rest of the shift was pretty uneventful, considering the pace at the beginning. I had one more minor auto accident to investigate, but that was it. I met Flash at the gas pump and reaffirmed the plan to meet in a half hour behind headquarters. 

I changed into jeans and a madras sport shirt in the locker room. I wore my off-duty weapon in an ankle holster so I didn’t have to wear a jacket all the time to conceal it. But, it was early on a spring day, so I wore a light weight jacket as I left the building. I had a half hour to kill, so I decided I would take a ride down to the Pantry, a favored local deli, and have another cup of coffee before returning to meet Flash. The Pantry was usually mobbed at lunch time, but at this time of day, there were only a few customers. I always went in the back door, directly into the kitchen, where there was a flurry of activity in preparation for the day’s activity. Even though it was Sunday, the Pantry would likely do a land-office business.

I had been patronizing the Pantry for many years. The food was good and the prices reasonable. The owners and staff were always very pleasant and happy to have the business of the local cops. One of them in particular always interested me. Her name was Carla. She was in her mid-30’s, never married and appeared to be devoted to her kitchen job at the Pantry. Carla was the tidiest person I ever knew. She would wear a wool tweed business suit to work in the kitchen and never spilled a drop of anything on herself. I would see her mixing gallons of macaroni salad with her hands and she never wound up wearing a drop of it. Carla was as sweet a person as one could imagine. She was trim and shapely, though not blessed with a beautiful face. Nevertheless, she was always smiling and friendly. On this particular Sunday morning, she was off and I figured she was home doing the crossword puzzle in the New York Times. I drank my coffee, ate a jelly donut and discussed sports with the owner’s son, Benny, until it was time to meet Flash.

I pulled into a parking place and waited about five minutes until I saw Flash pulling into the lot. I could see that he had somebody with him, but couldn’t recognize her from a distance. To my great surprise, when he pulled his car into the spot next to mine, I realized that Flash’s date was Carla from the Pantry! Flash was always full of surprises.

I had always known Carla to be Miss Prim and Proper, whereas Flash was a horn dog of the first order. Something did not compute. Anyway, we piled into my car and headed down the road. Flash and Carla sat in the back seat, leaving the front passenger seat empty. Flash had his arm around her as we drove the fourteen miles to the site. Carla sat there beaming.

“So, how long have you two been seeing each other?”

“A couple of months now,” Flash answered. “But, we’ve been discrete about it.”

“I’ll say, I had no clue.”

Flash shocked me when he said, “Carla sure does make my dick hard. She knows how to take care of a man.” 

Carla blushed and pretended to swat Flash with her purse. “Flash, don’t go telling all our secrets.”

“Well, baby, you know it’s true. My cock is hard right now and it sure wasn’t Curt who made it that way.”

“I guess the secret is out now. Curt, you are sworn to secrecy about anything you may see or hear today,” Carla implored.

“Your secret is safe with me, Carla.”

I continued to drive over the hilly roads that would take us where we were going. I heard Flash and Carla laughing and giggling in the back seat like a couple of teenagers on a first date. From what I could hear, Flash was trying to talk Carla into taking his cock out and giving him a handjob as we drove. Carla resisted, but the tone in her voice suggested she was actually putting up little resistance. The issue did not appear to be whether his cock was coming out, but, rather, who was going to take it out. As I watched in the rearview mirror, I saw Flash undo his belt and unzip his pants. Then, he reached in and pulled out his stiff cock, which Carla immediately took in her hand. She noticed me watching in the mirror.

“Curt, no fair peaking!”, she admonished me. But, I simply could not stop watching as she stroked his cock expertly. Flash had leaned back in the seat almost diagonally to the configuration of the seat. He closed his eyes after winking at me, relaxed and let Carla pleasure his rather massive cock. She pulled his trousers down to his knees to gain access to his balls, which she teased lightly with her left hand as she stroked his cock with her right. 

I continued to look in the mirror to enjoy this very unexpected show. “Looks like you two are having fun,” I said with a chuckle. “Just be sure you don’t make a mess on my car seat.”

Flash replied by saying, “Don’t worry, Curt, Carla uses her tongue as a cum catcher. And she never lets a drop spill.”

The Carla piped in with a promise to keep everything neat and tidy. I had every confidence in her.

As we drove on a single lane road we passed roadside farm stores and stands as well as open fields with cows grazing. We were about halfway there and Old Flash was still enjoying his handjob and Carla administered to him while staring directly at her creation. She seemed almost transfixed with what she was doing. Pre cum was pouring out of Flash’s cock and she never broke her rhythm as she removed it with her thumb before rubbing the clear lubricant into that most sensitive part of him, just under the head of his cock.

Flash was no where near cumming, despite the obvious pleasure that he wore on his face. I decided to see if I could get the ball rolling a bit faster.

“Carla, looks like Flash is ready to have you suck him off. How ‘bout giving the poor guy a blow job?”

“I think you’re peaking again, Curt. But I also think you are right. He does seem to need a bit of moist stimulation. Now, keep your eyes on the road and let me take care of Flash.”

We were driving through the sleepy little village of Shupesville, when I saw Carla bend down and take Flash’s cock in her mouth. His cock was both long and thick but she handled her task with ease. She bobbed up and down on him and when she felt him getting near an orgasm, she took her mouth off his cock and took one of his balls gently into it, while continuing to stroke his cock with her left hand. I had known this girl for over ten years and never once did I think of her as anything but a goody two-shoes. To see that she was an expert in cockology was a very pleasant surprise to me.

“Curt,” Flash called from the back seat. “How about taking a little side trip out to the viewpoint on the Interstate where Carla and I can go into the woods to finish this job?”

The viewpoint was an exit off the Interstate highway which ran parallel to the country road we were on. To get there I had to drive about four miles north from where we were and get on the highway. The viewpoint was just a mile or so west. The roadway to the viewpoint was like a long, winding driveway leading to a parking lot capable of holding fifty cars. There were picnic tables and pay-per-view binoculars similar to those at the top of the Empire State Building. The view out to the western valley below was pleasant, if not spectacular. On a clear day, you could see perhaps ten miles. This was one of those days. On the right side of the parking area, there was a bit of a hill leading to a wooded area. Flash had somehow managed to cram his cock back in his pants and he got out of the car and assisted Carla as she followed him. He winked at me again and began to walk up the hill with her following close behind.

I sat in the car, quite comfortably reading the morning newspaper, while drinking my final cup of coffee out of a Styrofoam cup. I carried my police walkie-talkie 24 hours a day and while I was perusing last night’s ball scores, I got a call from headquarters. The sergeant was looking for Flash. He had some kind of domestic emergency and needed to call home right away. I told the Sarge that Flash was not with me, but I expected to see him shortly and would relay the message.

Flash had been in the woods with Carla for 15-20 minutes and the call sounded urgent, so I walked up the hill looking for them. I got to the top and straight ahead of me, perhaps fifty feet in the distance was Flash and Carla. Carla was seated on a tree stump, fully dressed, and Flash stood directly in front of her with his pants at his ankles. Carla was sucking his cock and working it with her hand simultaneously. I have to admit, the sight was relatively exciting and I watched her do her thing for a couple of minutes. I was hidden from view by a bush but eventually I had to find a way to get Flash’s attention.

“Pssst, Flash” I almost whispered to no response from Flash, who was understandably pre-occupied at the moment. 

I finally decided I had to make my presence known and risk embarrassing poor Carla. I came out from behind the bush, into the clearing where they were cavorting. This time I called out to Flash, who waved in acknowledgement, while Carla just kept on sucking. I walked toward them and eventually got to where I was standing no more than two feet from Flash. I gave him the message I had received for him and he looked concerned as he took his cock out of Carla’s cock hungry mouth. He pulled up his pants and again crammed his huge hardon into them.

“I got to go take this radio call, darlin’. While I’m gone, why don’t you take care of my buddy here?”

I was stunned. Flash hustled back to the car to resolve his other problem, leaving me alone with Carla, who continued sitting on the tree stump.

“Carla, you certainly don’t have to give me a blow job, just because Flash suggested it.” I felt kind of bad that Flash had put her in that position and wanted to give her an out.

“Curt, I know I don’t have to blow you but, I don’t know whether you know this or not, but I have wanted to ever since the first time you came into the deli over ten years ago. So, if you are willing, I’d love to suck you off.”

“I have to admit I am surprised. I never knew you were interested.”

“When we first met, we were little more than kids and, frankly, I was a prude. I never met guys and never had a boyfriend. I’d go home and masturbate with my vibrator. You were in those fantasies pretty often. About three years ago I decided I was going to have some fun and began to be more aggressive with men. That’s how I met Flash. Now, why don’t we get you satisfied before Flash comes back. Drop your pants and let me have that cock of yours.”

I dropped my jeans and boxers and stood before her just as Flash had just minutes ago. She grabbed my semi-hard cock and admired it as she stroked and fondled me to a full erection. 

“I always knew you would have a beautiful cock. Now step a bit closer and let mama do all the work. Whenever you are ready, just let go in my mouth. I love the taste of cum and the feel of a cock exploding in my mouth.”

The tree stump was the perfect height as my cock and Carla’s mouth were perfectly lined up. She worked the head of my cock with her tongue for several minutes, without taking the full length into her mouth. She was almost able to make her tongue vibrate as she took more and more of me into her mouth. She looked me in the eye as she sucked and stroked, much the same as she was doing to Flash when I hid behind the Bush. I reached into her blouse and fondled one of her smallish tits, playing with the nipple until it was erect. Then, that pleasurable point of no return arrived. Carla had developed a rhythm that ascended bit by bit until it was no longer possible to fend off the oncoming orgasm. Her soft, pink tongue ravaged the underside of my cock. Release was moments away. I looked down and saw her looking me in the eye, almost as if to say; “C’mon big boy, give me all you’ve got.”

And, I did. My orgasm came in waves, very powerful waves that rocked me to my core. Spasm followed spasm as I shot a tremendous load of semen into Carla’s waiting mouth. She never stopped sucking until the final shot had been fired. Then she slowly began to slow the pace of her sucking until, finally, she just stopped sucking altogether and just held my now deflated cock in her mouth. I looked to my right and saw Flash in the bushes enjoying the show. Carla finally released my dick and she gave it a couple more pulls to extract the final bit of cum from it, whereupon she licked it off and kissed my cock good-bye. I thanked her for one of the better blow jobs of my life and was pulling my jeans up when Flash returned to the clearing. He was sporting that toothy grin of his and had apparently taken his cock out again while he was watching Carla blow me. He was stroking it casually as he walked up to us.

“How was your blow job, Curt?”

“It was great, Flash. Carla is quite a good cock sucker.”

“I loved doing it, Curt. As I told you, I have wanted to do it to you for years. I’m glad I finally had the opportunity. Your cock is a beauty and your juice is sweet. Now, Flash, it looks like you are ready to be finished off, if I am any judge of hardons.”

I figured I would be in the way so I announced my intention to return to the car to await them.

“No, no, Curt. You have to stay. Flash promised to give me a facial today. I’ll bet you would enjoy watching.”

“You okay with that, Flash?”

“Sure, stick around, this will be fun.”

Flash resumed his earlier position, standing in front of Carla, who remained seated on the tree stump. She had gone into her purse and retrieved a couple of paper towels, just in case there was unexpected spillage. Carla was always tidy, no matter what she was doing. She took a moment to remove her blouse and bra and folded them neatly, placing them on the ground out of the range of fire.

I found a vantage point just a few feet away on another tree stump. Carla went right to work as soon as everyone was situated. This girl may have gotten off to a slow start in life, sexually speaking, but was making a real run for it as she approached middle age. She took Flash’s cock in her mouth and quickly got him near the edge of ecstasy. I remained incredulous that this girl that I had known as prude for all those years was now half naked and giving my friend a blow job in the woods while I watched.

Carla brought Flash to that same point of no return that I experienced just moments earlier. Flash grunted and Carla correctly saw that as the moment of his climax. She removed his cock from her mouth and continued wanking it until he shot his first part of the load in her direction. Carla aimed his cock at her face, but the first shot missed and hit her in the throat. She re-adjusted the cock and took the second blast right between her eyes. The third hit her in the nose. Then she lowered his cock and allowed him to finish up by coming all over her tits and abdomen. When she was done, Carla had a face full of cum, dripping ever downward. She took some of it on her finger and licked it off. Ultimately she wiped the remainder off her face with the paper towels while rubbing in the cream that had collected on her body, mostly on her tits and brown little nipples.

This was quite a sight and even though I had cum myself not fifteen minutes earlier, my cock got hard again, just watching the two of them. Flash pulled up his pants for the final time and turned to face me, grinning as always. Carla got up from the stump and fetched her clothes and got dressed and the three of us began heading down the hill again to the car.

Flash had to return home to take care of the problem that awaited him there, so we never did get to see the property on that day. But, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the ride in the country with my partner and Carla.



A Ride In The Country



The heat shimmered above the road as the motorbike sped along the bitumen heading up into the mountains. Some strands of her hair had come loose from under her helmet and streamed out behind her like a banner waving in the wind. The scenery flew by them in a rush of green hues as they wound their way up the mountain. Fran was fairly sure where they were headed. After all, it was one of their favourite spots especially mid week like now as there was less likelihood of tourists accidentally stumbling upon them.

The thrum of the 1200 cc engine below her vibrated through her body making her own 'engine' purr with want. She pressed herself harder into Ian holding him tighter. He was quite aware of her need as her nipples dug into his back. The thought of her wet and wanting behind him spurred his own desire and his hard prick pushed against the denim of his jeans.

It was lucky his job entailed him doing various shifts as they both loved to get away when the kids were at school and most people were at their places of employment. Apart from the odd car, truck or tractor, they pretty much had the road to themselves.

Ian smiled and thought to himself what a lucky guy he was. Even though Fran was in her mid 30s with a couple of kids, she still turned heads. Her long wavy red hair framed an oval face with blue gray eyes that stood out with their brightness. Her breasts though starting to sag just a little, were still quite pert and firm and the nipples still sprang to attention at the slightest touch. She often complained of how she was getting fat since having their children but her figure still had all the right curves even if she was a pound or two heavier these days. 

Her long legs, smooth as silk, still led the way to the sweetest tasting and cutest pussy he had ever seen. He loved the way she shaved most of her pubic hair just leaving a little thatch to mark the way to her hidden treasure. Having had two children, her puss was not as tight as it was when they had first met but she still had unbelievable control of the muscles in her vaginal cavity. When she started to squeeze him with these muscles, Ian found it so hard to stay in control and not just shoot deep inside her. She could still turn him on by just glancing his way and the good thing about it was that he had the same affect on her. They were still like a newly married couple, still so in love and in lust. 

Ian put on his blinker and slowed down to take the trail that veered off to his left. Knowing they were close to their destination, Fran's fingers crept down the front of Ian to caress his hard shaft. He leaned back to tell her that it wouldn't be long now but she could not hear him for the noise of the engine and the helmets they both wore. Still Fran hugged tighter, her hand half enclosing his cock. They came to the end of the track and Ian slowed the engine down and glided to a stop in a clearing.

They both climbed off the bike and after Ian put it on its stand, they fell into each other's arms. Kissing hard and long, Ian's hands wandered over her body caressing her breasts.

"I know you want me as much as I do you, love, but we only have to walk about ten minutes and we will be at our spot." Ian said as he pulled away from her.

Fran laughed and told him to hurry up then. Taking his hand she dragged him up the path.

They spoke of mundane things like bills and the kids as they worked their way along the path. The sound of birds and insects filled the air. Finally they pushed through some undergrowth and came upon a most spectacular view. A small waterfall cascaded down rocks to a pool beneath it. Past the pool it streamed out and headed on its way to the ocean. All around the waterfall and creek, old growth forest stood guard.

On previous visits they had been lucky enough to see some of the local wildlife come to drink. It was naturalist's heaven. Flora and fauna abounded here in this perfect setting. They had brought the children here a number of times. The kids loved to gambol in the pool. They had even camped here on the odd occasions as well. But mostly the two of them came here to be alone.

Ian took Fran's helmet and placed it with his own near some bushes. He came back to Fran and with his hand under her chin, lifted her lips up to his. Their mouths met and their tongues did a dance of joy in each other mouths. He took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it gently over her head as he bent his head down to kiss the cleavage of her breasts. Unclipping her bra and pulling it away from her body, his lips found her rock hard nipples and started to suck and kiss them.

His hands kept up their work, undoing and removing her jeans so now she stood before him with just her pale blue thong. He groaned with lust. Meanwhile Fran had started to remove his clothes as well. She smiled at him as she took in his body with her eyes. She loved the way his chest hair so dark against his skin curled around her fingers as she pushed them across his chest. His manhood stood out from him like a flagpole. He was well endowed though Fran knew size wasn't important. Ian had a way of making love to her that made her cum so much and so hard before he even entered her.

"Well, do we swim first or are you gonna help me deal with this problem I seem to have?" Ian asked her as he hefted his throbbing hard cock towards her.

Fran's answer was to drop her thong and lay herself down on a bed of pine needles pulling him down with her. Ian pushed her back and started to caress, suck, nibble and kiss her all over her breasts and stomach. His lips worked their way across the soft skin on her belly down to her little thatch of red hair. His tongue found her hidden pearl and coaxed it out to a hardness that made it look like a tiny dick. Flickering his tongue over and around it, Fran moaned and squirmed in delight. She pushed at the top of his head, letting him know she wanted that magic tongue of his inside her. He didn't leave her wanting. His tongue delved into her deeply swooping up her juices to suck on them. She tasted so sweet, like honey chicken with a little earthiness to it. Using his tongue like a piston in a motor he pumped it into her and out to swipe at her clit. Fran was writhing beneath his touch. She felt the start of her orgasm building deep inside her and she knew it was just a matter of seconds before it spilled out of her like that waterfall cascading over the rocks.

The air was rent with the sound of her screaming out his name as her orgasm overtook her. Ian continued to lick and suck up her juices as they surged out of her. When he finally licked the bulk away, he looked up at her and smiled. He started to climb up on top of her, looking for his own release. 

"No, not yet." Said Fran. "It's my turn."

Pushing him on his back, she started up at his mouth. Kissing him with sensuousness that drove him to distraction. Her fingers threaded their way across his chest, stopping to tease his little nubs. Her mouth left his and she nibbled on his ear lobe.

"God I want you so much." She whispered in his ear. 

"That's easy fixed." He said with a grin.

"Just lay there and enjoy," she laughed.

Her tongue drew little circles around his nubs before working it's way across his flat stomach down towards that hard throbbing lance waiting to impale her. Reaching the tip, she flickered her tongue over the eye before circling the edge of his knob. His cock jerked under her touch but she had a firm hold of it in her soft hands. Like a butterfly's wings her tongue brushed over the eye fluttering against it. Ian groaned with desire. 

Using her lips and tongue she licked and sucked her way down his length. Sucking in one ball, she rolled it around on her tongue, sucking on it. She then did the same to the other as her fingers caressed his hardness. One of her fingers moved down to play with and tease his arsehole as she moved her mouth to the head of his cock. Taking him in she started to fuck him with her mouth while her finger pushed gently at his ring. The palm of her hand cupped his balls as Fran slowly sucked in his cock. She had to tilt her head a little to be able to take his full length down the back of her throat. She gagged a little but kept sucking. 

Fran felt the sack around Ian's balls tightening as he started to cum. She felt the sperm rising along his length until it spilled into her mouth. There was so much that it dribbled out of the corner of her lips. She lifted her fingers up to wipe away the excess and bring it to her lips. She loved the taste of him and didn't want to waste a drop. Sucking and licking away the last drips, Fran crawled up and into his arms. She snuggled down into the crook of his arm and raised her head up to look at him. The look of love he gave her was mirrored in her own eyes.

"Now we can have that swim," she said.

He laughed and just held her tighter. "It can wait a little. I am getting old, woman. I need to recover."

"You will never be old, my love. You will always be my young stud muffin." She laughed as she stood up.

"Come on old man. Last one in is a rotten egg." Fran said with a laugh as she ran to the water's edge and did a shallow dive across the pool.

Ian begrudgingly rose and made his way to the water's edge.

"You're a cruel, cruel woman Fran. You know that don't you." He called to her as he plodded into the cool water.

Fran laughed at the sight of him tip toeing into the water, his now limp cock hanging between his legs like a pendulum.

"But not limp for long." She thought to herself as she watched him getting closer and closer to where she was treading the water.

When he got to within a few feet of her, his hands darted out to her body to caress her all over, starting with her breasts. Their mouths met and the tongues darted out to meet each other in a dance of joy to be together again. Ian was able to stand up in the water so he pulled Fran to him and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands rested on his shoulders. One curled around his neck to hold his head to hers in a deep sensual kiss. 

She felt his hardening member brushing against her bottom in the water and she tried to wiggle herself down lower to it.

Ian took hold of her hips and raised her enough to allow his cock to meet the entrance to her pussy. The knob of his now firm dick pressed against her clit and slowly slid to the mouth of her pleasure cave. Squeezing her muscles around his hard cock Fran tried to pull it deeper inside. But he wasn't to be rushed. Holding her hips firmly he slowly pushed himself into her, a centimeter at a time. Fran tried using her legs to pull herself down on him harder but he held firm taking his time to fill her.

He was always amazed when they made love as to how he fit inside her like a hand in a glove. It just felt so good to be inside her whether she was clenching her muscles around him or not. But right now she was clenching and trying to pull him in deeper. Ian was finding it harder to keep his control. Finally he was fully inside her. He held himself there as he bent his head to start suckling at her nipples. She squirmed trying to get him moving but he held her there with his hard throbbing shaft impaling her.

Suddenly he felt her bite on his shoulder. This caused him to groan and to start pumping in and out of her sweet pussy. Her nails were leaving welts across his back that stung as the water hit them. This spurred him on harder and faster, the tip of his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust. Her bite became harder. Ian knew that she had marked him but he was proud to wear her mark. Fran's body started to stiffen as she felt her orgasm racing through her body. Arching her back, she clenched her legs tight around him, her cunt pumping its love juices over him. He pushed even deeper as he shot his load into her cervix.

Holding her close to him, his cock still impaled inside her was slowly starting to go flaccid. He willed his knees to stay locked or they would both get a dunking. Nuzzling into her neck, he told her how much he loved her, how she made him so happy and how glad he was that she was part of his life.

"Exactly how I feel about you sweetheart. Don't you know by now that you are my soulmate." Fran replied.



A Ride in the Country



Darcy rode his hunter bruisingly through the woods. Kicking it on each time it threatened to falter. He had worked up a considerable sweat and was determined to ride until he was too exhausted to feel the physical pain of his yearning. Four weeks Susan had been away, and another 6 stretched out before him. He wished he'd never agreed she could go to visit her damned fool mother for so long. Never again would he agree to go for so long without her in his bed, her warm soft mouth... Damn!

He had known before marriage that he was uncommonly attracted to his wife. Most men of his class accepted wives who were suitable. Hopefully they were attractive enough to make the job of getting an heir acceptable at least. They were then free to satisfy their basic instincts on whatever young women, or men, took their fancy. In his younger days, Darcy had been no different. His youth was pampered and he had taken pleasure where he had found it. There were many regrets he would later have but his times spent with luscious young women and beautiful young men were not among them.

And now he was desperate for his own wife. The beautiful and proper Elizabeth had turned out to be an eager and wiling pupil in the bedroom. He could not forget his first night with her. He had expected staid and patient intercourse, but what he had found was anything but. She had stripped for him slowly, keen for his approval but surprisingly unhesitant. And when he had taken her in his arms, the mouth she pushed hard against his was hot and open. They had kissed passionately, her tongue exploring the new ground of another's mouth. He squeezed her breasts just firmly enough to feel her intake of breath, and then moved his hands strongly down her body. She had reacted each time his movements found a new sensitive area, until finally she was moaning as he pushed between her sweet pale thighs. She had sat on the bed then and helped him begin to unfasten his own breeches. When his cock was revealed she had taken it quickly and gently into her hands. 

She was curious and soft as she began to stroke repeatedly down his burning shaft. Impressed, he had watched as her beautiful eyes drank in his length. When she glanced up at him he took her face in his hands and pushed his thumb across her soft lips. What happened next was probably the greatest shock of the night and the first time he began to suspect she was not what he had thought. Smiling, she first took his thumb into her mouth and he couldn't help but groan softly as the warm tip of her tongue danced along the end of the digit. Delighted with the response, she backed off slightly and the moved forward again, this time moving to take his swelling shaft into her mouth.

Temporarily astounded, he could do no more than stare as his considerable length disappeared into her welcoming mouth. She pushed forward hungrily, devouring him until she could take no more and had to stop with a small groan. He began to move himself, sliding across those beautiful lips and hot tongue. He stared at her face, which was lost in concentration, almost unbelieving that his proper and innocent wife was giving him the greatest pleasure he had known in years. 

She sucked deep and firmly, stroking his shaft and also toying with his scrotum, bringing him right to the brink. As he began to call out in ecstasy she moved back and grabbing his taut member in her hand pulled expertly at it to pump his sweet explosion over her upturned face. Staring down at the warm sticky residue covering her flushed cheeks and dripping onto her wonderful breasts he knew he had gotten more than he had bargained for.

And now, a few months later he felt the animal need to unleash his desires. Elizabeth had of course encouraged him to continue his regular dalliances. She even asked him about his adventures and took great pleasure in having him recount his exploits in the marriage bed. On a couple of occasions she had told him of particular wenches she thought he should tumble and then joined in happily. They had shared young women before, and would again. And nor was she a prude. She had wanted desperately to know of his meetings with young men and at his request had pleasured herself while he had told her about them.

He returned to the stables tired but not feeling much better and strode angrily down the centre aisle until he heard a noise in one stable. A young man, not more than 20, came to his abrupt call, and caught the reins that were peremptorily thrown in his direction.

"See to him," Darcy snapped, as he unbuttoned his coat. The lad smiled, but quickly bobbed his head, and began to walk the horse into an empty stable. Looking thoughtfully after him, Darcy realised he had not seen the lad before and began to follow. He remembered Stafford, the head groom, had said something about needing more help in the yards and assumed this must be one of the new blood. He watched as the fellow quickly took of the bridle and began to unstrap the saddle. There was no doubting that he knew his way around a horse. He was slightly built but worked quickly, his lithe torso bobbing swiftly.

Looking closer, Darcy noticed clean hands and well shaven and delicate features. The boy was certainly above the common village stock. Suddenly his mind was off equine questions and again consumed with an urgent desire. He leant casually against the door, enjoying the show and allowing his eyes to wander freely over the energetic youth. He was not sure whether Stafford shared his appreciation for beautiful and acquiescent young men, but By God, he had chosen wisely.

"You've not been here long," he asked pleasantly, more to hear the youth's voice than out of any real interest in his background.

"No this is my first time today, Sir," he replied, "just arrived in town a couple of weeks ago." After this information the youth smiled readily and tossed his black locks out of his eyes, "I'm Michael," he offered.

Darcy nodded slowly and placed his whip down on a bale with the stable wall, then held Michael's eyes steadily, "I assume you know who I am?" he asked, without breaking eye contact. Michael nodded and grinned boyishly, smoothing his hands down the front of his white shirt, at last showing some signs of nerves. "Good," thought Darcy, a few nerves were no bad thing. "Come here, Michael," Darcy said in a quiet but firm voice. After a moment's hesitation, Michael flushed and came to stand in front of the well dressed squire.

Michael was slim and about 5 feet and 9 inches tall, about three inches shorter than Darcy. He had pale and smooth skin, with slightly flushed cheeks and long eyelashes fluttering above deep green eyes. Darcy thought him beautiful and guessed that others felt the same. The lad certainly seemed happy enough to stand comfortably while the older man looked him up and down. Darcy was darker and heavier. His frame the well-muscled build of a man in his early thirties. His skin had browned happily in his country pursuits. But now it felt alive as he reached up and clasped a firm hand around the back of the soft neck in front of him.

He pulled Michael towards him, and roughly took possession of that soft mouth with his own. Pulled off balance, Michael's chest landed on Darcy's and his hands sought to regain balance. But his mouth yielded quickly and Darcy felt the younger man move against him.

Reaching around an arched back, Darcy grasped at a small and firm arse, and pulling, felt that Michael's cock was as hard as his own. The arms snaking up and around his neck also begged for more.

Darcy pushed away slightly and then after another glance into the willing eyes in front of him, pulled the young man into an empty stable. He turned to close the gates and then looked back meaningfully. Michael's eyes were glistening and his lips slightly parted. He stole a look around himself and didn't see as Darcy approached and pushed him firmly back into a deep pile of hay. 

The lad laughed briefly but his gaiety disappeared, as Darcy quickly began to undress. Michael responded by pulling his shirt off in one smooth movement and then whipped his trousers off while still on his back. Darcy looked down and saw a smooth and glistening body laying strewn amidst the straw, as if waiting to be ravaged. His own cock stood out demandingly and as he stepped towards the straw, Michael rose to his knees and grasped at the older man's legs. Here was no chance to wait and be amazed by the beauty of the vision before him. Darcy was urgent and pulled the younger man's head towards him, thrilling as he heard the slight gag as he thrust into the back of his throat. Lost in ecstasy he felt the wrap of tongue around his shaft but knew that he needed more. Gasping he pulled back and thrust Michael back into the straw. "Turn over" he barked, sinking down into the soft material. 

For the first time Michael seemed to hesitate. The moment's debate in his eyes, was not lost on Darcy, who smirked knowingly. " Not had that sweet arse fucked before," he asked, and was delighted when all he received in reply was a short shake of the head.

"Well, then we are both in for one hell of a treat," he laughed and pushed Michael down on his belly and used his knees to part the long slim legs. Gazing down at the arse before him he could barely believe he was to be the first inside it. The smooth skin was almost completely hairless, and rounded with firm muscles now clenched in apprehension. Dropping his head, he began to rub at the cheeks firmly, feeling as the muscles relaxed until he could slip his tongue quickly into the crack.

He felt Michael's back arch, and waited a few seconds until the cheeks again relaxed and he could move his tongue repeatedly against the tight and hard little opening. Sure enough, Michael soon began to moan and push his hips backwards, almost grinding his little arse up to the man who was about to invade it. Darcy gathered saliva in his mouth and began to push it all over the writhing little arse in front of him, pushing hard against the opening until he felt it begin to allow him to probe inside. Then he raised himself onto his knees and firmly pushed a finger against the slick opening. Again he felt the momentary contraction, until after a few seconds the relaxation came and he slipped his finger inside. Michael now gave a hearty moan and pushed his own face deep in the straw. Darcy could feel the expulsive force being tried against his finger which he was advancing deeper as Michael pushed back against him.

After just a couple of minutes, Darcy knew the moment was right, and withdrew his hand and watched as Michael collapsed into the straw. He then moved his hips above the now quivering arse cheeks, and used one hand to guide the head of his cock against the slippery opening. Michael took a sharp breath as Darcy pushed forward, the feeling of the taut muscle relaxing to receive him was exquisite. For a moment Michael tried to wriggle forward to get away, deeper into the straw to escape the violation behind him. But Darcy was both gentle and relentless. He placed one hand on the shoulder beneath him and then pushed further, pulling his lover back onto his impaling shaft. Michael groaned so loudly Darcy wondered briefly if there was anyone else in the yards. However, now, quite frankly he could not have stopped if the whole village had gathered to watch. With a final thrust he felt himself slide to his full length into that tight arse and relished the firm feel of buttocks aginst his own hips. After a moment's respite he began to build up rhythm. Sliding firmly into the sweetly resisting heat. After a couple of violent sobs, Michael too, started to move in time, tilting his back and pushing back onto the hard cock, stretching him further and further.

Darcy began to sweat, his muscles were clenching and he could feel his orgasm building, waves of pleasure spreading all over his body. He stopped and pulled back, rising to his knees. Michael looked around quickly, desperate for the last rush that would satisfy them both. Darcy used the turn to roll him over and pushed him down on his back, marvelling again at the beauty of the slight pale adonis. Michael's knees were bent and Darcy swiftly hooked one, pushing began the leg up over his own shoulder and positioning himself between the hips. Michael looked dazed and apprehensive, but soon dropped back into the straw as Darcy began to push again into his yielding body. Now Michael had basically no control over movement. Pushing forward, Darcy felt him tense and then shudder as the new position allowed him to push deeper with each stroke. Leaning his weight against the leg he felt his cock slide to its full length and almost cried out in joy as he felt the body beneath him give way in complete surrender. He soon built to an over whelming climax. Thrusting himself so deep he almost felt himself go faint as his body pumped huge amounts of hot cum, deep into that sweetly damaged arse.

Exhausted Darcy sat back and stared at the ravaged body below him. Still beautiful, Michael was recovering slowly. He was drenched in the sweat of both men, and his softened arse was slowly dripping glistening cum onto the damp straw. Darcy rose and gathered his clothes slowly. Michael was lying happily and experimentally fingering his throbbing and sticky hole. Without a further word, Darcy walked smiling up to the house. This was the first of many sessions he hoped to enjoy with the new stable boy. And Elizabeth he knew, would want to make it an entertaining group.

When he got to the house he was mildly annoyed to find he had guests who had dropped by unannounced. At least, he thought as he said a brief hello, his appearance would not raise any questions as his man had explained he was absent on a brisk ride. The newcomers explained they were his new neighbours. Gentry from London who had decided to make the area their home. He was happily able to listen with only intermittent concentration, until his attention was brought to with a jolt.

"Yes sent him off to your stables an hour or so ago," snorted the waffling Sir Barnet as he stuffed a quince pie into his face.

"I beg your pardon," asked Darcy with a dropping feeling in his stomach.

"Yes, our son, don't you know," the fool blathered on. "Michael's his name", he continued, "in fact I promised him you might take him for a ride some time," his neighbour continued. As Darcy dropped his head into his hands. Barnet thought he may have overstepped the line, and quickly leant forward, "I say, you wouldn't mind would you?"

Darcy raised his head and tried to focus on the question at hand "Hmmm?"

"You know, bit of young male company, take him for a bit of rough and tumble, ride him out once a week. You know," here the old man actually began to make riding gestures with his hands and loins, until the desperate Darcy could only grin and smother a laugh.

"Oh I think I could manage that" he said, "I'm sure we should both enjoy that very much."