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An Unexpected View

By: ThothAcolyte



I don't think I have ever delivered a pizza to a house more secluded. It was in a somewhat rural area, at the very end of a long driveway with lots of forested property surrounding it. Of course, it was off of a dirt road, and of course, it was quite far from the store. Why would my customers ever want to make it easy on me? Perish the thought. As I pulled into the absurdly long driveway, I wondered if the government would ever get around to fixing the potholes left behind as a parting "fuck you" by winter. Nature's a harsh mistress. It was even worse on dirt roads, because even a little water turned them into moguls.

As I ruminated, I wondered inwardly just how long one person's driveway could be. It had to be at least a half mile, maybe more. It looked like something out of a horror movie, with tall, barren trees lining the dirt road, casting spindly shadows over everything in the evening light. I actually rather liked the aesthetic, being into all that gothic horror and haunted house crap. I turned a bend and the house came into view.

I was surprised. I'd expected a large, haunted-looking mansion, but what greeted me at the end of this ridiculous drive was a rather normal looking rural house. One floor, nothing fancy, but homely and attractive, with big bay windows looking out over the property from all angles. I suppose you could afford to have such windows when you were separated from other people by several acres of woodland. 

I pulled in next to the garage, where several dirt bikes were parked outside, and grabbed the pizza bag and salad from the passenger seat. One medium pepperoni and one small greek salad, paid for by Kendra Wills. Not much to infer about my customer from their purchase, unfortunately. I'd have to go meet her and see what she was like. Probably something of a nature lover, judging by the house (or rather, the property surrounding the house).

I walked up to the front door, and was about to knock when I heard a moan. You'd be surprised at what all you can hear from the front door of a house, but I was especially surprised to hear a high-pitched moan coming from inside the house. I hesitated, and heard another one.

"Someone might be hurt in there!" I thought, panicking a little. Perhaps a burglar had broken in the back, stabbed someone, and left them moaning on the floor to die. But it would look quite silly if I burst in the front door and they were just watching a movie or something. I decided to take a quick look through the nearest bay window, just to be sure there wasn't anyone lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I walked over to the closest window, and peeked inside. What I saw almost made my eyes bug out of my head.

The window revealed the house's living room, with the couch facing a TV stationed next to the window. Looking in, I could see a beautiful young girl, maybe 18 or 19, lying on the couch. She was slender, but had full hips and decently large breasts, maybe a B cup or so. She had short, jet black hair, large green eyes, pale skin, and an elaborate tattoo of two dragons entwined on her left shoulder and wrapped around her arm. She was wearing a tight T-shirt, denim shorts, and long black socks that came up to her calves. And she was masturbating.

She lay there, facing the window, hand in her pants, moaning and groaning so loudly I could hear it clearly from where I was standing. I could make out her hand moving under her shorts, fingering herself. As I watched, she closed her eyes and slid her other hand up under her shirt and started fondling her breasts. She bucked her hips up and down, thrashing and squirming under the influence of her exploring fingers.

I was getting rock hard just standing there, and I was torn. This was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, but it was wrong. I should have just knocked on her door, waited for her to get dressed, given her the pizza, and gotten the hell out. But I did not. I was an 18 year old boy, god dammit, and my hormones simply would not let me walk away from something this exciting. My cock was already straining against my pants, and even the slightest movement caused it to rub against the fabric of my underwear, sending a tiny wave of pleasure up my spine. I crouched down by the window, so I was mostly hidden, but could still get a clear view of my gorgeous customer.

Kendra (I assumed this girl was Kendra), paused her masturbation session. I crouched lower, worried that I had been spotted, but she was merely getting ready for the good part. She sat up, took her hand out of her shorts, and pulled her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were exposed in their entirety. They were beautiful, perky, not too big or small, and had perfectly round nipples, rock hard and standing at attention. Then she lay on her back, lifted her butt into the air, and slid her shorts and panties off in one swift motion. She had a shaved pussy, dripping wet, with perfect little lips clasped tightly around her clit. She also had a fantastic, bubbly butt that looked like it was used to being seated on motorcycle seats.

Now fully nude except for her black socks, she once again began to stroke herself. She dragged her finger along her wet slit, humming as she did so. Her other hand pinched and pulled at her hard nipples. I couldn't take it anymore. I dropped my pants right there in her front yard. The cool evening air was a shock to my bare penis, but it felt good. I grasped my throbbing cock and began slowly stroking it, causing spasms of hot pleasure to shoot through me.

I looked on through the window as Kendra began playing with her clit, rubbing it in little circles. She moaned and gyrated as she toyed with herself, lifting her hips, pushing her pelvis into her fingers. Her breasts bounced up and down slightly as she moved, touching and rubbing ever more frantically at her pussy. Her moans and groans were becoming gasps and screams, as she shoved one, then two fingers into her sopping cunt and began enthusiastically fucking herself!

I rubbed my dick faster, sliding my hand along the shaft, massaging the head, and smearing my precum all along its length. With each stroke, a wave of heat flowed from my throbbing member outward up my spine and down my limbs. I had never felt this good in my life! I arched my back involuntarily as I felt myself getting close. My cock was leaking so much precum that it was dripping through my fingers and onto the lawn! I had to brace myself against the house with my free hand, it felt so good.

Inside, Kendra also seemed to be just on the edge. She was screaming and panting as she shoved three fingers up her tight pussy, fluid leaking all over her and the couch. She wiped some up with her finger, and began sucking on it, licking her own love juice up like a puppy.

"Oh, yes! Oooh, aaah, fuck yes! I'm cumming!" Kendra shouted as she exploded. Liquid spilled out of her pussy, drenching her hand and the cushions. She lifted her ass off the couch and desperately, frantically rammed her fingers into her cunt, bucking her hips like a rodeo bull as she came! She caught some of her cum in her free hand, and aggressively kneaded her boobs, getting her juices all over each one. She shuddered one final time, and collapsed, gasping for air.

I was utterly finished. I came harder than I've ever cum before. I rubbed my cock as hard and fast as I could, my precum making a wet, slimy sound as I stroked. Pure, white-hot pleasure erupted from my dick, spreading from the head of my penis outward into my body as I shot load after load of thick, white cum all over the side of the house! I shuddered and gasped as my brain turned to mush and absolute torrents of sperm shot out of my prick at an incredible velocity! It splattered all across the siding, the yard, and one rivulet even sprayed onto the window! I moaned as I milked the last drops of semen from my engorged cock, now completely covered in my bodily fluids.

Kendra was lying back on her couch, panting, her breasts gently rising and falling as she breathed. I wanted to enjoy the sight, but my senses had returned and I was sitting in a customer's yard with my pants down, covered in cum. I grabbed some leaves and wiped up the mess as best I could, then pulled up my slacks and went to the front door. 

I knocked, shouting "Pizza!" as I did so.

"Hang on a sec!" I heard the breathless reply from inside. I smiled as I heard the sounds of movement inside as Kendra hurriedly threw some clothes on. She answered the door, mildly disheveled, but still beautiful. "How much do I owe?"

An Unexpected Visit



"I have an appointment," You hear someone say to the receptionist. 

You recognize my voice immediately. After all of these weeks talking sweetly, talking dirty, You would recognize my voice anywhere. 

"Yes, come right in," You say from the doorway of your office in a professional tone. "I've been expecting you." 

You give me a look and I know immediately that I am in big trouble. It was a risk to come to your office, but I couldn't wait another day to be with you. I pray desperately that you will not be too angry with my impulsive behavior. 

You shut and lock the door to your office after I enter and level me with a stare I cannot decipher. I am so nervous and cannot read your face at all. Are You happy to see me? Are you angry?

I stare back at you and try to control the shaking that has overtaken my entire body. If you reject me, if you send me away, I will be devastated. I am completely vulnerable in your presence. 

I know I must make immediate amends for coming to you without your permission. Standing just inside the door, I kneel in the short skirt and 5 inch heels I have paired with a suit jacket to blend into the office surroundings. 

I bow my head and wait for your response to my presence. You walk over to me and pet my hair. You run your hand down the side of my face and tilt my chin so I am looking up at you. 

"You've taken a big risk, coming here like this," You say. "I should be angry, but I'm not." 

"I'm sorry, Master," I apologize. 

"I'm not angry, but you still have to be punished for trying to control the timing of our second meeting, for not waiting for me," You scold me. 

I bow my head again, ashamed of my impatience. With your hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, you draw me to me feet until we are eye to eye. You smile warmly into my eyes and I begin to relax. 

"Come here, baby girl," You whisper as you draw my mouth to yours. 

Our kiss begins softly as you brush your lips across mine. I sigh into your mouth, the first of many sounds of pleasure you will draw from me. Our kiss becomes more frantic and heated as your tongue enters my mouth. I accept it with a deep moan as I suck it between my lips, mimicking the pleasure I will give your cock. 

Your hands are fisted in my hair now and I can feel the wetness increasing between my thighs in response. You break off the kiss and draw my face away from yours, still gripping my hair. 

"Mmm, you taste good, pet," You tell me. "But you must be punished before we can go any further."

You take me by the hand and lead me over to your desk and immediately turn me to face it. You put your hand on my back and push me to lay my upper body on the desktop. Running your hand over the curve of my ass, you admire the black lace tops of the thigh high stockings that are peeking out from under the hem of my skirt. 

"Very nice," You murmur to yourself as you lift my skirt over my hips to reveal my bottom in a matching pair of black lace bikini panties. 

You lower my panties over my hips and down my legs as I let out a whimper of fear and anticipation. You smooth your hands over my backside, preparing me for a spanking, I suspect. 

Whack! You land the first blow to my right cheek, but I stifle a cry so as not to alert anyone in your office. You land five more blows in quick succession until my cheeks are nice and pink. When you are finished I am whimpering quietly. 

"Shhhh, don't cry, my sweet little bitch," You soothe me as you take me by the shoulders, raise me to an upright position and turn me to face you again. You kiss the tears from my cheeks until I smile into your eyes. 

You walk around and sit in the chair behind your desk. "Come here, my eager little slut," You order me. 

I join you on the other side of your desk and stand between you and it. My skirt is still pushed up around my waist and my smooth pussy is on display for you. You take me by the hips and push me back to sit on your desk top. 

"Spread your legs for me," You say. "Put your feet on the arms of my chair."

I obey your command and open my legs right in front of you, presenting my glistening, pink pussy for your inspection. You run your finger up my slit and through my increasing wetness. I moan and drop my head back. 

"No, look at me, little one," You command. "I want you to watch."

I obey you and look at your hands between my legs. You begin rubbing your thumbs through my wet crease as you find and begin massaging my clit in circles. You slip your fingers into me and curl your fingers to begin rubbing my g-spot. As you are doing this, you lower your mouth to my swollen clit. 

Licking, sucking, biting you make oral love to my cunt as I squirm and moan under You. It has been so long since I have cum and I need it so badly. 

"Please, Master," I beg. "Pleeeaaase, make me cum." 

"Not yet, baby girl," you tell me as you remove your mouth and fingers from my sopping pussy. "I want you to come with me inside you the first time."

"Open your jacket for me," You say.

I do as you say and unbutton my suit jack. I am not wearing a blouse underneath, just a black, push-up demi bra that barely covers my nipples. You look down at my spread legs, smooth belly, and large breasts as you unbuckle your belt. I open the front clasp on my bra and bare myself to you.

Your patience snaps as you quickly unbutton and unzip and take out your impossibly hard cock. You take it and position it at the entrance to my pussy. You grab my hips in your hands and plunge into me in one hard stroke. 

"Ahhh, yes, finally," I cry as my head drops back again and you begin pounding into me. 

You reach out and take hold of my hair and yank my head up to look at you. "Don't take your eyes off mine," You command me. 

I stare into your eyes as you fuck me with long hard strokes. You reach around behind me and take my wrists into your hands and drag my body up against yours as you continue to thrust into me. 

"You're mine, do you understand?" You ask me. 

"Yes sir, only yours," I pant. 

"I'm gonna fill you with my cum, baby girl."

My arms are aching as you hold them behind my back, but I can feel an orgasm beginning to build. Your body is close and rubbing my clit as you fuck me and bring me closer with every stroke. 

"I'm so close , Master," I groan. 

"May I cum now, please?" I know better than to cum without permission. 

"Yes, my sweet little slut, cum for me," You tell me as you lean in, bite my neck and continue to control my upper body by holding my hands tightly behind my back. 

I feel your teeth on my hot skin and then your tongue soothing the bite. It sends me over the edge and I begin to shake and moan in intense pleasure and release.

The feel of my cunt in spasm around your cock brings on your own release as you begin to shoot your seed in me. 

"Yes, that's it, take it all," You tell me as you stare into my eyes, shudder and thrust into me one last time. Filling and marking me as your own.



An Unexpected Visit



~An unexpected visit~ 

I awake with a soft smile on my lips... Opening my eyes, I roll over and look around the room smiling, last night's dream on the tip of my tongue. Visions of You, my Master, torturing my body and soul with Your firm hand and whip.

I take a deep cleansing breath and close my eyes as I stretch and run my hands down my body slowly, thinking of You and how I long for You to touch me

My morning begins as usual as any other, dressing in my robe, making coffee as I float around the house with a light step, still longing for You

Still waking up, I step into the shower and shudder as the steaming hot water trickles down my skin

I blush slightly as my thoughts move back to You, causing my hands to roam over my body slowly. Tracing a light path down my neck, and outlining the contour of my breasts, I lick my lips and moan.

My nipples harden as I graze them lightly, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I tease them between my fingers, rolling them between my fingertips and tugging on them lightly.

My hand drifts lower, tickling my stomach as I close my eyes and look down, moaning softly as it brushes across my tender lips, causing them to swell instantly, visions of You caressing my body and teasing me to climax.

Becoming lost in the moment, I lift my foot to the side of the tub and caress my moist, swollen lips slowly. I roll my head back and moan slowly as I push my fingers between them and rub slowly as I need You to touch my body.

Suddenly I feel a presence behind me as my breath catches. You rip my head back slowly as You close in behind me.

Lips graze my ear, as I hear You whisper to me gently..... 'You are mine and mine alone. Do not speak. I don't want to hear a word from your lips or you will be punished.' Holding my breath in anticipation, I gasp as a blindfold is tied over my eyes, followed by your finger tracing across my lips slowly. 

You shove my body up against the wall roughly and lift my arms above my head, quickly tying them to the shower head above us.

Hearing Your voice makes my heart race uncontrollably, my breathing ragged... You lean against me and growl, 'my angel'.....

I whimper softly as you push my body against the wall with your hips and kick my legs out to the side, rubbing Your thick cock against my ass Reaching around, You take my neck in Your hand and squeeze slowly as You press Your hardened cock against the wet, dripping entrance to my pussy.

Your free hand snakes around my body as You find my sweet, throbbing pussy. Rubbing it slowly, You cause me to moan loudly. You rip my head to the side and whisper, 'shhhhhh'........

Sliding your cock back and forth between my legs, you nibble on my ear, whispering about how You're going to torture my body.

Grabbing my hips, you pull them back to You as You shove Your cock deep inside my throbbing pussy and begin fucking me slowly as You kiss my shoulder.

My body trembles as I begin thrusting back against You. You growl and slap my ass roughly, letting me know not to move, snarling "Master says, No..." as You grab my hair pulling on it firmly.

Pounding me harder as Your balls slap against my thighs, I chew on my lip and whine with need as I feel your hand grip my neck.

Your fingers settle around my neck, feeling my pulse as You clamp down on it, cutting off my air supply slowly. 'you will submit to my touch fully and give me your soul as I desire it' You whisper in my ear as you lick my earlobe and slam Your cock completely inside my pussy, holding it there.

I whimper and quiver, my body tensing up as You fill me up fully. Nodding my head in submission, I let out a sharp breath. You growl, 'fuck me without moving your body'.....

I whine and clamp down on your cock, squeezing it firmly and release as you groan. Continuing to massage your shaft with my muscles, I milk it slowly at first then move faster, my excitement growing.

You rip my head back and slap my ass harder before grabbing my hips and slamming your cock into me violently, increasing the pressure of your grip on my neck.

Fucking me roughly as you continue to slap my ass again and again, I mouth a moan as my body jerks. You release your hot load inside my pussy as you bite my shoulder, piercing the skin roughly, groaning. 

I spasm violently as my body quivers. My world begins to drift into darkness as I cum all over Your shaft and thighs before collapsing against the wall overwhelmed with pleasure.

You pick me up gently, untie my hands and carry me to the bed. Laying me down, You crawl up next to me and hold me tightly, covering my neck in kisses until I wake up next to you with a gentle smile. 

Clinging to you, I press against your body and kiss your lips deeply. My hands drift up to my neck and I grin as I feel a collar locked in place around it. Looking up into your eyes, I kiss you passionately and whisper....

Thank you, Daddy....



An Unexpected Visit



She could feel eyes on her as she crept into her house. She closed the door behind her, locking it, and pressed her back flat against its hard wood. Sighing softly, she turned on her porch light, and went up the stairs in complete darkness. She dropped her purse in the hallway, and proceeded to remove her dress at the door to her room. Slipping into the sheets, she also removed her panties. She turned on her side, slipping the sheet off of her in moments; it was too hot to have anything on. Closing her eyes, she tried to drift off to sleep.

She just couldn't, she decided, for she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She got out of bed, considered slipping on her silk bathrobe or the thin, light sheet, but she was sweating as is. She glided down the stairs in full nudity, slipping onto her nice, cool couch. It felt nicer than her bed, she realised, but the eyes seemed to have only followed her yet again. It had started at the bar, when her head began spinning from drink, and she left as quickly as possible, not liking the feeling, and wanting to sleep it away. It had been years since she had drank last, and she hadn't remembered it being quite this intense. She went to get up, but she tripped, falling to the carpet, and then everything went black.

When she came to, things took a few minute to face into focus, and she was back in her bedroom. She could tell by both the smell of her perfume, and the colour of the ceiling combined. She smiled softly, and attempted to turn on her side to go back to sleep, but she found that she couldn't, as her arms were unable to move! Panic set in quickly as she realised her legs wouldn't move, either, and she felt the cool metal against her skin, nearly piercing cold.

"W-who's there?" she asked into the nearly black room. Her cry was rewarded with silence, and she screamed, hoping someone would wake her up from the nightmare. She received a hard smack across her jaw, and then a hand clamped down on her mouth. "Don't wake the neighbours up, Princess, or you might not live long enough to see the pleasure I could bring you." She hears a deep voice growl above her, and she saw the flash of a knife, just long enough to make out the blade before she felt its icy touch on her neck.

"Okay!" she shrieks, realising just how serious the intruder is. "What do you want? Money? It's in my bureau! Drugs? They're next door!" she howls, the tears pouring out of her eyes as she begged the gods to release her. 

"No no, no drugs, no money, no jewels." he says, and as she opened her eyes to question him again, he felt his rough fingers gripping her breast, and she let out an involuntary moan. She could see his teeth in the small amount of light, and she glared at his figure.

"You can't do this!" she screeched at him, earning herself a quick swipe with the blade, and her chest began oozing slightly.

"Oh? And why not?" he teased, and the whites of his teeth were visible again.

"Don't you dare!" and with that, he brushed his fingers across her mound, and she realised she was naked. "No!" she fights against her restraints, and he takes her panties off of the floor, shoving them into her mouth.

"Such a pretty face. You wouldn't want it to get all red, now would you?" he teased, chuckling.

She cries into the gag, tasting her own juices from earlier on in the night, and she tries to thrash about, but to no avail.

He smirks, laughing. "Are you really still going to try and get away?" he smiles, removing the cuffs from her hands and ankles, greatly overpowering her long enough to switch her around, her stomach on the couch now, and he puts a pillow under her head and ran his hands down her back. "Would be a shame for such delicate skin to become scarred..." he whistled, picking something up from on her right.

He weighed the object with intense interest before smacking it across her back. "How do you like my belt?" he asked, striking her again with the belt before moving up and gripping her hair, pulling her face up and removing her face from the pillow. "I said, how do you like my belt?!" he barks, demanding an answer.

"It hurts so much!" she sobs, pushing her face into the pillow. She didn't want to hear her own voice, she just wanted to wake up and find out this was all a dream.

He chuckled, pleased with her answer. "Good." and he brought out something else, and she heard the belt thud to the ground. Standing tall, he brought the thick whip against her ass, laughing as the skin immediately turns red. "Such a turn-on of mine." he mentions, and pushes her thighs apart, running his fingers across her cunt. "And I can see it's a turn-on for you, too!" he smiles, pulling her head back up and forcing his dirty fingers inside of her mouth, forcing her to suck off her own juices. "I bet you're delicious, aren't you, my pet?" and he runs his fingertips along the small of her back, tracing one of the welts. The whip had been made to withstand high temperatures, and it was hot tonight, unlike his usual freezing cold delight.

"Please..." he heard her beg into the pillow, and he smiled, taking out his cock and removing his trousers, getting onto of her, his body never touching hers before he shoves the full length of his hard cock deep inside of her pussy.

"AH!" she screams, and he leans forward, clamping the gag back into her mouth to keep her quiet as he pumps his thick cock deep into her womanhood.

He can hear her whimpering as he pushes deeper and harder inside of her, his neglected cock already spewing within her as her own seemingly neglected pussy spurted all over him, and he smiled, removing her cuffs and pulling her close.

"Get the fuck off of me!" she screams, her pussy still throbbing. If she were honest with herself, she needed him to pump her again. It was then that she looked up at her assailant, realising it was Mikey, her very own husband. Funny, she never mentioned him once during the entire scene.

To be continued... 



An Unexpected Visit



It came so out of the blue, the call that He would be stopping by in 15 minutes. The orders were sharp and clear; ankle and wrist cuffs, large gag, locks at the ready, and waiting in a proper position. The panic set in before the connection was even cut! It seemed like so long since i needed my cuffs and locks and in my panic i couldn't remember where exactly they were. As i scrambled around the house, counting the minutes, the seconds until His arrival, i managed to find all the items and get them securely in place. Just moments before He arrived i scrambled up the stairs to grab my collar and lock it in place. He hadn't requested it, but i was trying to be an extra good slave. i took a position kneeling in the corner of the room so He could see me when He came in. There i was...corset...stockings...cuffs on my ankles and wrists...and my large ball gag that i have still not quite gotten used to.

He walked in, came over to me, ordered me to my feet and that's when i heard that oh so quite YUM escape His lips. Hearing that gave me a sense of confidence that i was a good slave and that Sir liked what He found...until He asked about my footwear (which was non-existent!) i babbled some lame excuse, as if there was any excuse and once again i scampered up the stairs, this time to retrieve my heels. As i came back down i looked in His eyes and i saw it! That gleam, that sparkle He gets when in a particularly evil mood. It has been a while since we had time alone and i see He was ready to make up for it. i knew first on the agenda would be one of His favorite activities: making sure my corset laces were nice and tight...tight enough to let just enough air into my lungs to sustain consciousness ...although He did give me just a bit of extra breathing room this time.

Once He was satisfied with His handiwork, the torture began. His fingers slipped between my thighs then slid up to tease just the edge of my clit and make me squirm. Why is it that just the touch of His fingertips does more than any toy is capable of?? i could feel my wetness grow as His fingers played around my clit, feel my body submit to His every wish as i felt His fingers exploring my hot pussy. As He felt my body quiver, heard my voice gasp He stopped and gave me that smile...that smile that can melt the arctic glaciers, the one that can make my juices flow from across the room. 

He knew exactly what He was doing...teasing me to the edge, making me insane with lust and desire. i knew this was just the beginning as i heard His pants unzip. i could feel His hot cock pressed up against me from behind...teasing me with the promise of feeling Him, knowing i haven't been nearly a good enough slave for such a reward. Spinning me around, pushing His hot shaft between my legs, teasing, looking in my eyes, able to communicate with no words... i felt His hands on my shoulders so i slid to my knees as expected. 

There was no way to stop my mouth from drooling around my gag as his hot cock traced my lips...knowing there was no way to get what i really needed, a taste of Him. It seems He is intent on keeping me off balance (as if that is ever an issue) as i find myself on my feet again as he led me over to a chair to sit. Barely able to breathe as i felt the tip of His shaft playing by my pussy, so hot, so needy!! Once again i was on my feet and now my gag was removed and i was finally allowed to kneel before Him and taste His deliciousness that i crave, i need, i miss every day. As soon as i could feel myself getting lost in the moment i was on my feet again, His fingers enjoying the wet sticky pussy that He was teasing and torture to the brink of madness. So hot, so wet, pussy lips so swollen with desire for Him. Before i knew what was happening, He barked "HAIR"! i knew that meant my gag was going back in, no more chance for me to taste and enjoy the full explosion of Him.

By now there is not much left in my head other than remembering to breathe, the want for more of Him, the desire to drink in every bit of Him and of course, most importantly, being sure not to cum through all of it. i could feel every inch of my body quiver, i could hear the whimpers that He loves falling from my lips, i knew i was once again falling into that space where the world disappears and all that is left is my desire to please Him in any way possible. 

Feeling His fingers, His cock playing in the hot desire dripping from my pussy was almost too much to bear, so close to the edge, wanting to cum knowing that would bring forth the worst punishment...that fine line between pleasure and madness...and then, the final move in His evil game...my head spinning, not able to concentrate, He led me to the bar stool and had me sit. He pulled my hips forward and i felt his cock up against my pussy...playing, teasing, promising to enter as He questions me about what i need, knowing i cannot answer with the gag in place. He could see the need in my eyes, feel the desire in my quaking body, hear the whimpers escaping my lips as he pressed into me just enough to make me gasp and then as quickly as i could blink, i was on my feet, feeling his tongue tracing my lips around my gag and off He went!

I stood there, body shaking, hotter than hot, wetter than wet, more needy than i can remember being in a very long time...i felt a tear escape from my eye as i heard the door close behind Him. He had once again shaken me to the core...taken my body on an extreme adventure of pleasure and passion only to leave me in a quivering mess wanting more, needing more, unable to think beyond breathing...that place i call home. After a few minutes, i managed to crawl upstairs to the bedroom, used for His pleasure, exhausted, and satisfied that my needy body that had now fallen in a heap on the floor had made Him happy~



An Unexpected Visit Years Later



Note: This is simply a fantasy, don't trash me if you don't like, and if you didn't like it why did you read it?

An Unexpected Visit From The Ex-Wife

It had been 10 years since the divorce was finalized and 5 years since I'd even talked with her so I was more that a little surprised when my ex-wife called one day to tell me that she was coming into town for a get together for her relatives. 

She went on to explain that she really had to see me, and that she expected to be picked up for lunch on a certain Friday in late May. She also said that it would be worth my while to make sure and keep the appointment and said she'd call me that morning.

When the appointed time of day came I was seriously thinking about just blowing her off by not not being home or by not answering the phone when she called. But she called early enough in the morning so I wasn't thinking very clearly and simply said yes when she told me where and when to pick her up.

I left home and drove for a few miles wondering what this whole meeting would be about. I was hoping that it might end quickly so I could at least enjoy the unseasonably warm and sunny day that was forecast. As long as I was off of work I might as well enjoy the day. I met her at her brother's house at 11:30 and she seemed to be smiling, but a bit nervous, as she came down the driveway and got into my pick up. 

She told me that she was hungry and we drove a few miles to a local restaurant for a lunch. During the drive and through most of lunch we kept up with small talk about the relatives, old friends and what she was doing with her relatives. Finally I couldn't take it any longer so I broke down and asked her "what did she want with me that was so important that I take the day off work and see her?"

She started a long story about being part of a "recovery group" of some kind to get over past hurts from relationships and blah, blah, blah.It sounded like some type of 12 step program thing and I pretty much tuned it all out until she started to tell me that to get over her past with me she had to "make it right" for the pain she'd caused. That was something new coming from her so I paid attention. She said that it was important for her to move forward but to do so she'd have to first fix whatever she could from the past.

She had decided that to make things right she'd give me the opportunity to do all the things that I'd wanted, but she hadn't allowed, during the years we were married. She thought that this way she would then be able to stop worrying about what she had or hadn't done, and that she would then be able to have a fresh start in life. She told me that I had from now, until midnight, to have my way with her.

By now she'd gotten my attention and my mind was racing so fast that I could hardly talk. I gulped down the last bites of food and finished my drink before saying anything to her. I finally thought of something to say and asked what were the limits during her time with me.

She'd obviously thought this out completely as she didn't hesitate a moment before she told me what she wouldn't do: Nothing illegal, nor anything that would cause a scene in public where the police might get involved. Nothing that would leave long term marks, scars or bruises and tattoos were out too. 

Since we were still sitting in the restaurant I thought I'd push this a bit and see what she was willing to say in public where someone might hear her. I asked her if I could take nude photos of her, "yes," how about some exhibitionism to others, "yes." I asked her what kind of sex she was willing to do now that she hadn't done when we were married and she said that she had learned how to give a good blow job and have anal sex with a previous boyfriend.

Since she'd said that rather quietly I asked her loud enough for the people in the booth behind her to hear if she would "suck my cock and let me do her in the ass." Much to her credit she answered "yes" loud enough for them the hear. Both of the old guys tried to look over and see her then, but she's quite short so they could only see the back of her head. I thought of one last thing so I asked if she's ready to fuck someone else while I watch. She stopped and paused for awhile and then said that she knew I'd ask for that. She the said that she had mentally prepared for a gang bang even before she had called me.

I still wasn't sure if I should believe her or not so after the waitress cleared the table I expressed my doubts about her offer and told her that if she was sincere I wanted her to show me her tits right there. She quickly looked around and realized that she was pretty well hidden in the booth so she pulled up her T-shirt and bra and showed me her little tits. It had been a long time since I'd last seen them, but I remembered them quite well, and they still looked good. She held up her shirt long enough for the cook to catch a look as he was putting the food orders up on the counter and then quickly pulled it back down.

As we got up to leave the two old guys that were sitting behind her were practically drooling as they were trying to imagine what had just happened, and what had they missed. Since they were sitting by a window their eyes continued to follow us as we walked to the truck. Before we got in I told Mary to show the old guys her tits and she once again pulled up her shirt and without any hesitation showed them her tits.

I already had something in mind, so when we got into the truck I told her that I was willing to accept her offer and conditions. We drove in silence for a while and then stopped at a convenience store where I bought some single use cameras, beer and water and a few other supplies. After we had driven out of town I took a few back roads and pulled into an abandoned farm that belonged to a relative of mine. Mary was familiar with the place as we'd stopped there once or twice while we were still married.

Although there was very little traffic in that part of the country I parked the truck behind the old shed so no one would see that we were there. I got out of the truck and unwrapped the cameras. She knew that the first order of the day would be nude photos. I moved her over into the sunlight and told her to start to strip. She was completely obedient and slowly took off her clothes and piece by piece hung them on the old wire fence. While I was photographing her I kept informing her about how I would enjoy showing these photos to people at work and friends that we had known in the past. When I suggested that I might open up a website with her photos she stopped posing and glared at me for moment, but then just swallowed hard and continued to undress.

It was then that I had the idea to bring an old friend into the action so I mentioned that I thought Brian would really enjoy seeing the pictures. He had always had the hots for Mary, but she thought he was a jerk and wouldn't give him the time of day. Since the divorce he'd been around a few times and always mentioned what a stuck up bitch she was. 

I kept posing Mary in various positions and soon she had shown the camera every part of her body. She didn't say anything about my showing off the photos to Brian so I asked what she thought about showing off to him in person. With that she stopped posing and reminded me that I had until midnight to do what I wanted. I think that she might already be regretting her decision to give me 12 hours as we still had more than 10 to go. Mary was standing in front of me, totally nude, as I took out my cell phone and called Brian. After a few minutes I tracked him down at work and told him that he'd never believe what I was doing.

I went on to explain that Mary was standing in front of me nude and that I had already taken a couple rolls of film of her stripping and posing in the nude. I also told him that she had offered to have a gang bang and that maybe I would bring her over to his house after he was done with work. He didn't believe me so I handed the phone to Mary. I could tell from her responses that he was asking her if it was all true. When she finally said "yes, I'll suck your cock" I knew that everything would come true.

Since it was still mid-afternoon we had a couple of hours left before we had to be back in town. I wanted to make sure that Mary was going to stay naked so I reached into the bag of goodies that I had bought and pulled out the charcoal lighter fluid and matches. I handed them to her and told her that I wanted her to burn up her clothes one piece at a time. She complained about how much they cost, but when I reminded her of her offer to me, and told her I'd cover the replacement cost she poured lighter fluid on her panties and lit them on fire. Next came the bra, then the T-shirt and finally the shorts. She was a bit hesitant about the shorts as that left her with nothing at all to cover her nudity. 

I think she was worried that I might leave her out in the country, totally naked and not able to get back to town, but I thought she'd cry rape if I tried something like that . Besides, I already had too much planned for later in the the evening. When she was done burning her clothes I noticed that she was already turning a little pink with sunburn.

I told her to walk with me for a bit and we moved down the field road a bit out into even brighter sunshine and more visibility if someone happened to drive by. I only had one camera left so when I told her to stop and turn around I unwrapped it and told her that now was the time for a blow job. I leaned up against a fence post as she kneeled in the dirt in front of me. 

In all the years we were married she'd never willingly given me a blow job. The few times she'd tried it she wasn't very good at it but her technique had improved over the years. I told her that I wanted her to keep sucking, but that when I was ready to cum I only wanted to come on her face, not in her mouth. It wasn't very long before I could feel the urge to let it go. It had been fun playing with her body, and taking nude photos of her, but taking photos of her while she sucked on my cock was just too much for me. I started to pull out and she managed to keep my cock in line with her face so every bit of my cum landed on her nose, cheeks, lips and forehead.

When I was all done she remained kneeling like she was waiting for more instructions, or waiting to wipe the cum off her face, so I told her to leave it and stand up. She could only see out of her left eye as the other was splattered with cum. She got up, and to her credit followed me down the path once again. When we got back to the truck she'd managed to get both eyes opened but hadn't bothered to wipe her face. The look on her face was a question about what I might want to do next. I gave her a bottle of water and she managed to drink without cleaning off the cum.

By now she'd been totally nude and out in the bright sun for well over an hour. She was getting nice light shade of pink, but I don't think she yet realized how much sun she'd gotten. I reached behind the seat of the truck and pulled out a length of rope and told her to back up to the fence post near where she'd burned her clothes. I faced her directly into the sun, and then tied her hands together behind her back, looped the rope around the post a couple of times and then tied her ankles around the post. I didn't tie her tightly, but she was securely fastened to the post and couldn't turn or move away.

I finished off the last roll of film and she looked panic stricken as I started to get back into the truck. She must have thought I was going to leave her tied to the post. I told her that I was out of film, and would be back in about 20 minutes. That would give her a long time to think about what might happen to her if somebody found her, and what would happen to her later that night. As I took off I found myself wishing that someone would find her, use her body as they wanted and then leave her in the dirt.

As I drove to the store I called Brian and filled him in on the latest details of the afternoon. When I told him that I'd left Mary nude tied to a post, he about died laughing. I told him to call a couple more old friends that I knew would enjoy having Mary and told him we'd be there soon after he was home from work.

As promised I returned in about 20 minutes with another camera and some more cold water. I took several photos of Mary tied to the post with the remnants of her burned clothing laying nearby. I also took some close up photos of her with the clumps of dried cum stuck to her face and in her hair. When I cut her loose she stood still for a few more moments to see if I was done with the camera and then moved over into the shade to drink some water. I told her to leave the cum on her face but pour the cold water on her body as she drank the water she also splashed some down her back and then poured the rest over her little tits which by now were quite dark pink with sunburn. Her nipples quickly hardened from the cold water so had her keep it up until I had taken several more photos.

It was now time to leave and without saying anything she climbed into the truck totally nude and buckled up her seat belt. As we started to drive away she mentioned that she would need my shirt when we got into town so we don't get arrested or anything. With that she settled back into the seat to enjoy the comfort of an air conditioned ride. 

We hadn't driven more than a couple of miles and I noticed that we were going to meet up with one of the local farmers driving his tractor. I flashed my lights for him to stop and we pulled up along side each other. When I rolled down my window he about fell off the tractor seat. I'm sure that he wasn't expecting to see a nude woman sitting in the truck, but it was obvious that he liked what he saw. I asked him about the farm, and the crops, and even though he had answers for me his eyes never stopped going up and down Mary's body. 

Through all of the verbal exchange Mary was looking out the front window like he wasn't even there, and I was talking to him just like Mary was sitting in the cab fully clothed instead of totally nude. I finally said "do you remember my ex-wife Mary?" and he paused for a moment and said that yes he did. With that he called out her name and she was forced to look at him and say hello. When she looked over at him they exchanged greetings just as if they'd met on the street somewhere in totally different circumstances. 

When the greetings had been exchanged I asked him what he thought about seeing a naked women riding around and stopping to give him a look.He just about swallowed his tongue, but managed to say something polite. I thought I'd push things a bit more so I asked Mary if she thought that Mr. Johnson would enjoy her sucking his cock, or maybe he'd rather fuck her instead. She blushed a bit, but commented that I'd probably like it as much as he would. I instructed her to ask him and as she glared at me she leaned over and asked, "Mr. Johnson, would you like me to suck your cock, or would you rather fuck me?"

I don't know if I've ever seen an old overweight farmer move so fast as he got off his tractor and started to unhook his bib overalls. Mary unhooked her seat belt and slowly opened the door and got out of the truck. The farmer hadn't said a word but had managed to get his pants down around his ankles and was obviously already aroused. I told Mary to bend over and as she leaned over the front tractor tire he moved up behind her. He squeezed and mauled her little tits and ass as he pounded into her pussy from behind. I don't know how long it had been since he'd had sex, but even with all his enthusiasm he managed to keep going for a few minutes before he bellowed and pulled her onto his cock with his big hands on her shoulders.

As soon as he let go she managed to move away from him and quickly moved back into the truck. By now she had realized that if anyone else had come upon the middle of the road fuck she would have to take care of them as well. We took off and left a very happy looking farmer standing in the middle of the road with his pants down.

As we drove away I tossed Mary an old towel to sit on so that she wouldn't leak cum onto the seat of my pick up. She asked me "was that really necessary?" and I reassured her that it wasn't at all, but I thought it would be fun to see what happened. She leaned her head back against the seat and seemed to settle in for the ride back to the city. I kept the a/c turned up so her little tits stayed cool and her nipples were like hard pencil erasers sticking out of her chest.

I watched her as we drove and had to admit that she was quite a mess. She had dried cum on her face and her hair was very wind blown and also had gobs of dried cum in it. She had a dirty tire print across her chest and stomach from the tractor tire. As we started to get closer to town she looked around and asked if she could have my shirt for a cover up. I told her no, that the tinted windows on the pick up would keep her hidden from most peoples view....unless I put them down of course.

I was trying to think of what to do with her next. I had already taken advantage of her offer and used her in just about every way that I had wanted. I also had over 150 photos of her in the camera waiting to be developed. I would have been content to just drop her off at Brian's house for the remaining time but she had made it a condition that I be involved or the time was up. 

As we pulled off the highway and onto the street where Brian lived I told her that I wanted to stop and buy some more single use cameras so I pulled into the first convenience store and parked as far away I possible from the entrance. I took off my T-shirt and tossed it to her with some cash and told her to go in buy two more cameras. Since Mary is quite short my shirt covered her, but just barely. As she walked into the store I could see her bare ass cheeks peek out from under the shirt. 

There was a lot of traffic in the station and it took several minutes before Mary reappeared with the cameras. She hadn't remembered that her face and hair were still painted with dried cum so she wasn't prepared for the stares that she got when in the store. One of the other customers asked her if she was "ok" and she had to tell her that everything was fine and didn't need any help, or a call to the police.

After Mary had gotten back into the truck, removed my T-shirt and buckled her seat belt I started to drive out of the station. Since I had to drive past the woman who had asked about her I made sure to put down the window and so she could see that Mary was now totally nude. Mary waved at her and said thanks and we got back onto the road.

I called Brian and asked how things we going. He told me that he'd managed to get together 5 other guys, 4 of them who had known Mary when we were married, and one that had gone to high school with her. When I told Mary that 6 guys were waiting for her she just closed her eyes and gave a bit of a shudder. 

In just a couple of minutes we were at Brian's, and Mary was surprised to see that it was an old beat up trailer in a rather seedy trailer park. She asked me what had happened to him, so I explained that 2 divorces and a lot of drinking had taken most of his money and will to make something of himself.

I pulled the truck into the nearest parking spot which was about 20 yards from his front door. I looked at my watch and told Mary that she still had 4 hours and 40 minutes until midnight. I told her that with 6 guys who had that much time she might expect to have sex 3 times with each one. And that was without them bringing any one else over to join in. She scowled at me and said that she could handle it.

With that I got out of the truck and walked around to her side and opened the door. She was still sitting in the truck nude but as I stood there she unhooked the seat belt and got out onto the sidewalk. I took her by the hand and slowly walked up to Brian's door and ran the bell. I could see that a couple of neighbors were looking out their windows but acted as if it was normal for a man with a naked woman to be standing in their trailer park. Within seconds the door opened and Mary was greeted by a loud cheer and lots of nasty comments. I told the guys that I'd gotten Mary heated up for them and that they should use her tonight just like the dirty little whore they all wanted her to be.



An Unexpected Visitor



Krys got home late from work that night, and she was tired. She unlocked the door to her apartment and went straight to the bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights. All she wanted was to get to her bed and go to sleep. In her bedroom, she slowly stripped off her clothes, in a daze of sleepiness.

As she stepped out of her panties, she heard a slight rustling behind her. She froze, not knowing what to do. Slowly she turned around...and could just make out the outline of her cat, waiting for her on her bed.

"Oh, it's you," she said, relieved. Now naked, she walked over to the bed and lay down, snuggling next to the cat to get comfortable. Tired as she was, she quickly started to doze off, beginning to dream of the fantasies that would be fulfilled when she finally met the right man to become her lover. 

Just as she was about to cross the line into sleep, she suddenly felt a presence next to her bed. She realized that the cat had left the bed at the same time she could just see the outline of the man standing next to her. Before she knew what was happening, the blanket was off her and the man was on top of her, with his hand on her throat.

"Don't move or make a sound," he said, "or I'll kill you, understand?"

Terrified, she gave a tiny nod. She felt his other hand on her breast and made as if to pull away, causing him to tighten his grip until she stopped squirming. When she settled down, he relaxed his grip, but his hand remained near her throat as a reminder. 

He continued fondling her breast, squeezing it and rolling the nipple between his calloused fingers. To her chagrin, her nipple began to tighten into a hard bud under his unwelcome ministrations. She gave a little cry of despair, which was silenced as the stranger leaned over to taste her mouth. When she wouldn't open her mouth to admit his tongue, he pinched her nipple hard, making her gasp. He used this excuse to plunder her mouth with his tongue. She tried to bite him, but his hand was still on her throat - he had control of her.

Leaving her breast and moving his hand lower, he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you in every hole you've got." This, as intended, served to sharpen her terror, as she had never "been fucked" in a particular hole before, and she was sure that he meant to have that one as well.

She just had time to process this when his hand brushed against her mound of curls. He moved lower and stroked her pussy lips, urging them open. She made a sound of protest, but he didn't rest, just pried her thighs apart and continued stroking her. He teased her clit for a second and then pushed his middle finger up inside her, using the juices she made during her dreams.

Feeling that she was actually already wet excited him, and he quickly took off his clothes, needing to free his now swollen cock. "Suck it, bitch," he said, pushing himself to his knees. When she didn't move, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her toward him. When she refused to open her mouth for him, he simply poked her in the face for awhile, moving his hips to his own rhythm. After hitting her in the eye, she finally allowed him to pry her mouth open and took him in. She thought that maybe if she could make him cum, he would forget about what he had said and leave. She began to suck and lick as much as she could, the best blow job she'd ever given. But he wasn't satisfied. He held the back of her head and pulled her to him, impaling her mouth on his cock, hitting the back of her throat and passing through, making her gag on his prick. Choking and near tears, she tried to pull away, but he just continued to fuck her throat, pulling out just long enough for her to gasp a breath and then pushing back in. 

After about a minute, he finally let go of her, and she collapsed on the bed, struggling to breathe. But he didn't pause. He returned to her glistening pussy and shoved two fingers into her. He wet a finger on his other hand with his mouth and used it to begin playing with her asshole, causing her to moan. Nobody had ever touched her anus before, and she was confused at the sensations that were now coursing through her. He continued to move his fingers in and out of her pussy, adding a third finger as she got even more excited. When he put his other finger in her asshole, she stopped trying to fight him, realizing she couldn't get away and also curious about what he was going to do to her tonight.

"You're so wet baby," he exclaimed as he managed to introduce a fourth finger to her cunt, "How much can you take?" She moaned as he continued to finger fuck her now-stretched pussy. He had almost his whole hand in her cunt and another two fingers in her ass by now - she had never been so filled before. Then he suddenly withdrew from her completely. She was momentarily relieved, thinking he had left, when she felt his throbbing dick enter her pussy. He pushed her knees up to her chest and fucked her hard, pistoning his dick into her for a few minutes. She was actually beginning to enjoy it and was about to cum when he suddenly pulled out of her.

He stood up and flipped her over on the bed, shoving her face down so her ass was in the air. With her face buried, he felt safe enough to turn her bedside lamp on so he could see her. He took a bottle of lotion off the nightstand and spread her ass cheeks wide, squirting some of the lotion inside her ass. Then, without warning, he pressed the tip of his prick against her puckered hole. She gasped and tried to move away, this was what she had dreaded - she'd never taken anything in her ass before and she was terrified. He just grabbed her hips hard to hold her still and gave a big push, burying himself to the balls in one long stroke. She screamed and jumped, she had never felt anything so painful. She was crying hysterically now, but he didn't care - he actually pushed further into her, leaning in as far as he could. 

Then he pulled all the way out of her and grabbed a maglight he had seen next to her bed. It was huge and the metal was cold, but he didn't hesitate, he shoved it into her dripping pussy. With that in place, as deep as he could get it, he once again speared her virgin ass, in one stroke. This time he simply ignored her screams of agony and continued to thrust into her, withdrawing almost all the way and then slamming back into her, brutally, harder and harder with each stroke. Gradually her tears faded with the pain and she began, amazingly to spiral up to her orgasm once more. Higher and higher she flew until she exploded into the most intense orgasm of her life, as she felt him explode deep inside her ass at the same time.

After he was sated, he pulled out of her, removed the flashlight and turned the light back off. He grabbed his clothes and whispered to her, "I'll be back." With that he was gone.



An Unexpected Visitor



I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the doorbell. I wrapped the towel around me and dripped to the front door. Guys are much more able to that than girls are. We can drip, and show up at the door in only a towel from the waist down, and no one thinks it's a come-on. If a girl does it, she's just asking for it. 

It was JoEllen, as I had hoped. I had called her on the way home and offered to spend the night with her. She had replied she had stuff to do in town, and would come to me after her errands. The timing worked out just right. I took her coat from her, put it in the closet, kissed her and ushered her into the room. I excused myself, and went to put a few clothes on. "Not too many," she said. 

"No. Help yourself to the food, dear." I had managed to arrange a quick meal before she arrived. I got back to the dining room in time to see her eating a small sandwich. She declared herself satisfied. I said, "Then why don't you join me in the bedroom?"

She made a little face, and said, "'bout time!"

We walked hand in hand to the bedroom. I had the lights down, and the curtains closed, and the music on low. I kissed her again in the doorway, and led her to the bed. I had on only shorts and a t-shirt, the thermostat cranked up so being naked did not mean being uncomfortable. 

I helped her undress, with appropriate kisses and stops along the way. She was about 5.6 or so, about 130, with oversized tits. She was not a solid build, but sorta soft and pasty. I didn't care much for that, but I did like her attitude: let's fuck. 

I draped her clothes -- jeans, sweatshirt -- on the bedroom chair. We lay on the bed, her on my left, as usual. Most of my girls let me do that my way. I liked to use my fingers to get things started, and it was better if I used my right hand for that, and that worked better if they were on my right. 

We were kissing, and I had my hand in her panties, my leg over her nearest thigh, when the doorbell rang. 

"Do you have to answer that?" she asked.

"I do. It could even be my son or my parents." At this she grabbed the sheet and held it tightly to her neck. "I'll be right back."

I had no idea who it was, so I just put on my shorts -- running shorts -- with nothing underneath. I was still in my 20s then, and could get away without a shirt. 

I opened the door, tentatively, no look thru the peep hole. "Hello, Bev." It was Beverly, another fuck-buddy of mine. I had called her on the way home, too, but she had declined, saying her boyfriend Harry would be home all evening, and she did not want to leave him to be with me. "What happened? Harry have to go out?"

Bev pushed her way by me into the living room. She was a 5.2 fireball, about 105, and very nice sized tits for her frame. Her ass was lovely. She worked in a warehouse, moving stuff all day, and was in buff shape. "Yes, he had a lodge meeting, he'll be gone til 10 or so, so I thought I would come over and keep you company." 

When I didn't reply with enthusiasm, she stopped pulling off gloves and scarf, and looked at me. Pause. "You have company." I did not reply, confirming her assertion. "Really!" 

"This can't come as a surprise, Bev," I said.

"No, no surprise, just a pleasant opportunity!" She headed for the bedroom, me in hot pursuit. Since the bedroom door was down a hallway, I had not closed it. Beverly stopped in the doorway, and looked toward the bed. I was behind her and could not see Jo in the bed. Bev looked back at me, and said, "Well! You do have good taste!" 

"Bev! Do you mind?"

Beverly, in her best 1950s impression of Bette Davis, waltzed into the bedroom, and introduced herself to Jo. "Hi, I'm Beverly, another of his regular 'dates.'"

Jo was pissed. I was apprehensive. Jo asked, sheet still held to her chin, "Was this planned? Is this a setup?"

Bev and I both said, "NO!" at nearly the same time. I decided I better explain the best I could before I wound up not getting ANY that night. "I called Bev before I called you, on the way home. Nothing unusual there. Some days, I call you first, like when I know the boys are with their father. Some days I call Bev first, like when I know Harry is working late." It was true. There were also several others I called regularly. Let's hope THEY didn't decide to show up without calling, too. 

"Bev, why did you not call first? I would have told you not to come by."

"Maybe that is why I didn't call. Look, I don't care about 'catching' you... we don't mean that much to each other. But I thought I'd come by for a quickie. I didn't really think you would have company."

She turned to JoEllen. "I will leave, uh..." She turned to me, eyebrows raised. 

"Oh," I said, "Jo, this is Beverly, Beverly, this is Jo."

Bev nodded at me, and said, "Jo, I will leave if you want, but it occurs to me we could all have a good time together if you wanted. It can't come as a big surprise to you either that he has more than one girlfriend. I know it does not surprise me!"

Jo had calmed down, but was not talking. After a moment, Bev turned to me and said, "Well, too bad. Maybe some other time."

She turned to leave, and just as she got to the door, Jo said, "How long have you known him?"

Bev stopped and looked back, thinking. "Three years, now. ... you?"

"About six months." 

Bev nodded again, and said, "He has never said anything to me about you. Or any of his girlfriends. I bet he has not mentioned me to you, either."

Jo shook her head, confirming that I was not that kind of cad, at least. 

She seemed to think of another question, and went ahead and asked. "Where did you meet?"

Now, I did not know what she was driving at, but I did not want her to know at this moment, now that she was at least talking to Bev, that Bev and I had met thru a swingers newsletter. I had called a number on a list, and Harry had answered, and screened me, and then let me talk to Bev. We had been going out, or more correctly, staying in, ever since. So, I jumped in with a fantasy that Bev would find familiar, and be able to make our own, convincingly.

"Bev and Harry came into that pizza place next to Sears one night. I was sitting with my back to a wall, alone, reading and eating. They were seated near me at a table. I nodded to her since she was sitting facing me. She made no reply at the time."

I could see that Bev knew where I was going... she apparently remembered the story. "When Harry got up to go to the bathroom, even before the waitress had their order, I looked over and she was flashing me." As I spoke, I quickly ducked out the doorway, up the hall to the living room, past the kitchen and into the dining room, grabbed a chair and hotfooted it back to the bedroom. All was as I had left it, seconds before. 

I looked at Jo. "Flashing you? What does that mean?"

I looked back at Bev, who picked it up on cue. "He means I had spread my knees, so he could see up my skirt." I set the chair down at the foot of the bed, as an audience might be seated before a stage. 

"Oh," Jo said. I could see her puzzling out this way of getting someone's attention. Not for her, no doubt, but she could see how it could work for some people!

I picked up the narrative. "I made no secret that I was looking up her skirt. It was pretty obvious even in the darkened room, that she had nothing on underneath the skirt. I could see no white stripe, no hose, nothing." 

Bev smiled. "So, for the next 45 minutes, while we ordered, ate, and talked, I drove him crazy. I flashed him, once I even reached between my legs and touched myself, quickly. I moved to the edge of the seat and rubbed against it. He was nuts."

"It's true, I was. Finally, Harry went to the head again, and I took out a business card, held it up and inquired with my eyes if she wanted it. She nodded. I rose and left quickly, dropping the card onto the table next to her. I figured, nothing ventured, nothing gained. She called me the next day, and the next Friday we went out. Have been since."

Jo looked satisfied at the story, nodding slowly, taking it in. Bev asked, "What about you?" Jo looked at me, and I said, "Well, you know, Bev, I can read upside down as fast as most people can right-side up, right?" Bev nodded. "Well, we were at the same service station, and Jo was paying for some repairs to her car, with a check. I was waiting in line, and I saw her write the check. I read her phone number from it, and as soon as I got home, I called her. We went out to dinner that night, and we see each other a couple of times a month, now."

Bev chewed her thumbnail. "Can I ask one, now?" Jo looked at her without answer, which of course, Bev took to mean 'SURE!'

"How long before you two did it?" I turned to Jo, blushing more than any dark-haired girl should be able to. But before I could say - too much information! -- Jo blurted out, "That night." I was surprised she had given up the information that quickly. Then she asked, "What about you two?"

Bev looked at me and said, "We could not leave that restaurant that Friday night quickly enough. I have a feeling that, if the pizza place we met had a back room, or just fewer people there, we would have done it within five minutes of when we met." This was true. I had met her in a donut shop at 10am. By 11am we were getting dressed for the rest of the day, having done it twice, despite having to drive 10 miles to get to my place. True enough.

Jo said, "So, you fuck Beverly on Wednesdays, when you and I are not together, you fuck me on Tuesdays and Thursdays, who do you fuck on the weekends?"

"How important is that to continuing this discussion?" I asked. I got no answer from either of them. Bev finally said, "I have not worried about who else he might be with. I certainly never wanted to cramp his speed."

Jo nodded again. She seemed to be at rest with the situation, for which I was glad. Good fuck-buddies were hard to come by, and she and Bev were two of my favorites. 

Bev asked, "I'm curious, now. Just how far along were you two when I rang the door?" I sighed. This was so typically Beverly. I started to say, 'None of your business,' when she answered her own question, aloud: "No, you weren't fucking yet." She looked at me. "You would never leave a nice warm pussy just to see who was at the door." I looked chagrinned, I'm sure, at how closely she had me pegged. 

Jo giggled, and said, "No, he wouldn't leave pussy of ANY kind to answer the door." They both laughed, I tried to look embarrassed, instead of simply cluelessly male. 

Jo said, "Just so you know, up front, I am NOT into threesomes, groups, or anything like that."

Before I could answer, Bev said, "It's ok. I am the intruder here, and I will leave if you want." I was glad she said that. Saved me from having to point that out to her.

Jo said, after a moment, "No, it's ok. It's just that I've never done anything like group anything before, and I did not expect to tonight, either." She looked at Bev. "You and I do not touch. Is that ok?"

She had been forceful enough. Even though I knew that Bev had plenty of experience in 3s and 4s and Mores, I knew she would go along with Jo's rules, which she did: "Ok, fine with me." A moment, then, "Ok, what DO you want to do?" When I started to answer, she held up a hand, "Not you, dumbass, we both KNOW what you wanna do, and most likely you'll get laid. I was asking Jo what she would be comfortable with." As long as there was a moderator, I was content to let her run things. 

Jo thought a moment, and said, "I would like to watch you two do it. I've never seen people fuck before." I had to consciously keep the smile off my face! I looked at Bev a moment in a decided non-smirk, and said to Jo, "Ok, we'll see if we can accommodate you!" She smiled, both at me and at Bev. I leaned to kiss her, intending more, but she pushed against my chest. "For this, mister, you are gonna pay." 

I looked at her, dumbly, I'm sure, wondering what she meant. "I mean," she said, "you will take us both out to dinner, separately, to an expensive restaurant, and make us both feel like we are queens. Ok, Bev?" Bev smiled at the terms, and said, "Sure!"

What could I do but agree. I smiled and nodded, and said, "Agreed. Happily."

Bev said, "He'll do it, too. I haven't known him to welsh on a deal." Before that could lead to another round of 'how do you know that?' I jumped in and kissed Jo, then leaned to the far end of the bed and kissed Bev. I realized in that moment both how lucky I was, and how much of a tightrope I was walking.

"Before we ...uh...start? Would anyone like something to drink?"

Jo said, "Ice water, please." And Bev nodded agreement. I left quickly, determined not to miss any of this discussion. Glasses, ice, water, napkins, quick! I high-stepped back down the hall. When I reached the door, I saw that Bev had moved to take off her jeans, and was now dressed only in a blue sweater and panties. The high heat thing was paying off -- she even had her socks off. She sat in the chair, and propped her feet up on the edge of the bed. 

I sat on the bed, next to Jo. Something about dancing with the girl that brung you. "I thought Jo would be more comfortable not being the only undressed woman in the room." I tipped my glass at her, thinking that she was right. I still had on my jogging shorts, with nothing else. 

Jo said, "As popular as you make him out to be, it's a wonder this does not happen more often, I guess." 

Bev sipped and smiled, "He's never had to answer the door when we were in bed, but he has answered the phone! While we were DOING it!"

I had to blush again, and started to explain. "May I remind you..." 

Bev interrupted, "Yeah yeah, yeah, we know.. you're on 'call' and have to answer the phone." She sipped her water. "But while you're inside me?"

There was nothing I could say. Jo 'helped.' "He answered once when we were doing it, too. He was close, but not close enough he couldn't find the phone and say, 'hello' in a strained voice. I often wondered if the girl on the other end figured out what he was doing." 

Bev smiled, and said, "What, uh... how... uh, how were you, uh, positioned? At the time?"

Jo said, matter of factly, "Missionary."

Bev said, "When he answered the phone while he was fucking me, we were doing it doggy style."

This was more or less true. We had called a couple in Iowa one night, all pre-arranged. We had started fucking while they did, and we could all hear each other. The moment that Bev was thinking of must have been when she had one phone to her ear, while we were fucking doggy style, and I had another handset to my ear, listening intently to Don and Shirley fucking on the other end of the phone. So, strictly speaking, it had happened like she said: I had fucked her doggy style with a phone to my ear. This was not the time to elaborate.

But it did open up a new subject in Jo's mind. She said, "He says that is a favorite way of his, but I prefer being able to see his face. I like missionary or me on top."

Bev nodded, and took another sip. "Yeah, but sometimes, the second or third time, he needs to go faster, and doing it doggy style seems to help him with that."

Jo nodded, thinking back. She and I had only once done it twice in a night. I could nearly see her comparing herself to Bev, which I did not want. Bev may have sensed the same thing, "Speaking of phones, he's pretty good with one no matter what he's doing at the time."

I remained still, wondering what Jo would think of that sentiment. "I don't get it," she finally said.

Bev jumped in to elaborate. "I mean he's pretty good at phone sex." I could see confusion on Jo's face. Bev was sorry now she had brought it up, but went gamely on. "I mean when he has phone sex... he talks a good fuck."

As though that had cleared it all up. She reached for her ice water.

Jo's face suddenly lit up as though she had a light bulb in it. "OOOO! I get it." Then she turned dark red, covering her face with her hands. I said, "Jo, it's ok, it's just not something you're interested in." I gently pulled her hands away from her face. She looked up shyly at me, "Have you ever wanted to do that with me?"

I saw no reason to lie about it, "Yes, I have! It never seemed it would be something you would like. We can do that if you want!"

She lowered her hands, putting the idea away for another time, but something else for her to think about. The she thought of a question for me: "How much do you..." She could not finish.

"What?" I said. "Have phone sex with Beverly?" 

"Well, no.. well that, too, but... how often do you... jack off?"

Now it was my turn to blush. I was liking this discussion as long as it was turned away from me, but this was close to home. "Uh," I began. Of course, Beverly jumped into the breach. "He does it 3 or 4 times a night, usually."

"Thank you very much Ms Smarty-pants!" I knew it had not hurt the discussion any for Jo to know that, but as I looked back at her, she seemed alarmed! "Three or four? Alone? Then why do we only do it once?"

I could flatter her by saying once with her was like 4 times alone, which was nearly true.. I would much rather fuck then jack off, but that was not always possible. And I was not sure what she would believe. Bev had gotten me into this, she could get me out. "He most likely would rather fuck you than be alone. He and I have phone-fucked three times in a night when we could not be together, but usually he prefers to be with someone. Me, You, someone."

This seemed to satisfy her, until she thought of another question. "Goodness, doesn't that...you know... hurt?"

Bev caught on, right away, and laughed out loud. She was really getting into educating my 'newer' girlfriend on all my foibles. "No, because he does not do that with his hand! He has a machine."

I had not thought it was possible for Jo's eyes to get larger. I was wrong. 

I don't know what kind of machine she was thinking of, but Bev assured her quickly. "It's a vibrator, with a bell-shaped attachment. He's been using it for years. I'm surprised he has not shown it to you." 

"Ok, this is enough show and tell," I said, "especially when what you are telling is not your own!"

Bev said quickly, "Then I'll show!" and reached to her shirt-tails and stripped off her top. She sat in matching panties and bra, a lovely blue color. She propped her feet up on the edge of the bed, again, and quickly ran her hand along the outside of her panties.

Jo looked at me, "Ok, I guess that is enough questions for now." She reached for me, and I moved to her, doing my best to serve one girl at a time. I kissed her, eagerly, and replaced my hand where it had been what seemed like an hour before -- down the front of her panties. I wanted to elicit a moan from her, and as soon as I parted her lips and slipped a finger between them, pressing closer to her clit-flesh, I was rewarded with a deep sigh. It was what she wanted, too. 

Somehow, the covers began slipping off the bed, onto the floor. Soon we were exposed to Bev. As I sucked on Jo's nipple, I glanced backward past my shoulder and saw she had removed her bra, now, and was teasing her nipples. I sucked harder on Jo's nipple, biting her gently. One of the drawbacks to having a dozen fuck-buddies was having to remember each of their quirks, eccentricities. Bev liked to be bitten nearly to the point of drawing blood. She liked to have her ass played with, sometimes hard. Jo like none of that. It was only the 5th or 6th time we had fucked that she had even let me eat her, and she was still not entirely comfortable with it, though I never asked for reciprocity. 

I moved my hand away from her cunt, pulling on her panties. She lifted her ass to let them slide off her backside, and I pulled them all the way off. I glanced at Bev, who was still wearing her panties. She stood quickly and shucked them, sitting back down and propping her feet back up on the bed.




An Unexpected Visitor



I knew it would bother me til I fixed it. I said quickly to Jo, "Just a second, I have to get something so that chair is not so cold for Bev, ok?" She nodded, and I bounced off the bed, ran to the closet, and grabbed a quilt. I brought it back, and handed it to Bev, and went back to the bed. I was sure she would not use it to cover up! I could even see a small sheen of perspiration on her brow. 

I quickly lay down next to Jo, again, and resumed my position: left arm underneath her back, hand more or less free to caress her side, back and arm, my right arm trailing down her middle, hand angling toward her pussy. I rubbed her tummy and thighs, moving slowly toward her best places. She reached to me, and kissed me eagerly, not missing the blanket. I guess she had gotten more or less comfortable with her bare skin in front of Bev. 

I glanced up to Bev, to see her slumping forward in the chair, pussy on the edge of the seat, accessible when the time was right. I winked at her and went back to concentrating on the girl in front of me. I moved my hand to Jo's pussy, and rubbed lightly on the outside of her lips, then added more pressure to part them, and rubbed lightly on the inside, circling her clit. As I did, she forgot what else she might have been doing, and sighed deeply, breathing into me. I reveled in the slickness of her inside lips, and slowly added more pressure to her skin, rubbing closer and closer to her clit. When I finally touched it, she tensed and pulled herself into me more closely. 

I gently went round and round her clit. I slipped a finger inside, and was rewarded with another sigh. I carefully placed the pad of my thumb directly onto her clit, and began to rub circles on it, while teasing the inside of her pussy with my finger. She began to move her hips, grinding them onto my finger. I added a second finger, and began to rub the inside walls of her cunt, toward the front. I had never determined for sure that she had a G-spot, but I was still going to treat her as if this motion felt good to her. 

It seemed to. She gasped and then moved her hips even more, grinding and pushing back at my hand between her legs. I reached my left hand from beneath her and rubbed her nipple while we kissed. My thumb was still doing a tattoo on her clit. I felt her hand on mine, pressing me even harder onto her clit. Her legs tensed, squeezing my hand tightly between her thighs. 

"Ahhuhhh," she gasped, arching her back slightly, for a few seconds. I made sure not to break contact with her clit. I pressed harder, but stopped moving my thumb round and round on it, and finally she settled back onto the bed. For a few moments, she did not open her eyes. When she did, she looked right into mine, and said, "O, my goodness."

I smiled at her, and kissed her again, her tongue seeking mine. I found myself pressing harder against her, my dick rubbing against the outside of her thigh. She responded by reaching her right hand to me, and taking me into her palm. I moved back slightly to allow her access. It felt soooo good to have her holding me. She squeezed me rhythmically, as though she was keeping time to some dance band only she could hear for the moment. 

I whispered into her ear, "Ready to fuck?" She nodded, and moved her legs apart. I moved my hand away from her pussy, and knelt up on one knee. As I started to cover her, I realized something.

"Uh, Jo?" 

"Yes?"

"It just occurred to me... uh... if you and I do it just plain missionary? This bed is pretty soft, and you will pretty much sink into it. What I mean is, if that happens, Bev wont be able to see much of anything except my big ass going up and down."

Jo thought a moment and came to the conclusion I had hoped: "Then let me get on top." I nodded, and lay back on the bed. Jo raised up and straddled me, never relinquishing her hold on my dick. She positioned herself over me, and slowly slipped me inside, and moved down and down and down, until I was all the way inside her. 

O! It was heaven! Jo's pussy was not nearly as tight as Bev's, but she loved to be on top, and would move back and forth instead of just up and down, and that motion made up for a lot of the tightness that was not there. Sure enough, she began to move sweetly from front to back, expecting me to meet her movements with strokes of my own. I would be all the way inside her at the front of her movement, and then again at the back of her movement. This was a great way to fuck. 

I looked into her eyes. She was seeking some assurance she was doing the right thing. I don't know what my face looked like, but I made all the right noises, all the right words to make sure she knew I was happy with what she was doing.

In the meantime, I was looking for signs from her that she was seeking another orgasm. If she was just working for me, I would see her jaw set as she watched my face for clues. If she was working for herself too, then I should see closed eyes, a slack mouth, and concentration turned inward. Sure enough, her eyes were closed, and her thoughts seemed to be self-centered. 

I continued our exercise, fucking into her up and down while she moved back and forth. I could feel the beginnings of my own release, and like most anyone in that position, I did not want to stop now. The bottom of my dick was rubbing hard against the back wall of her cunt. I looked at her face, and saw her eyes open slightly, briefly, as she gauged her own reactions. She began to slump toward me. I encouraged her to move closer by holding her, pulling her toward me with my hands at her back. When she had moved far enough forward to be laying right on top of me, she changed her motion to more up and down, and that finished me off. I could feel her legs tense again in her own orgasm, her pussy pulsing around my dick as I pumped cum into her, feeling like the top of the world.

She held me close. I could not remember when she had managed to get her hands around my back, but she held me close to her with a tight grip. My dick surged in her, tickling her insides. I got a chuckle from that.

Then I remembered the other person in the room, as I heard hard breaths coming from the chair at the foot of the bed. I did not try to dislodge Jo to be able to see Beverly, but we could both hear her. I realized her foot was against my calf at the end of the bed. I did not say anything, but looked into Jo's eyes. I could see the curiosity on her face, but she just kissed me as we listened to the end of Bev's efforts, apparently having resulted in a satisfying orgasm of her own.

I kissed Jo once again, and without saying anything she moved off me, to the right. Bev was to our left at the foot of the bed, feet up on the edge of the bed, fingers busy at her clit. I know it must have been the first time Jo had ever seen another woman jilling off, or coming, for that matter. 

Without a word, she sat up on the side of the bed, stood and announced she was going to the bathroom and would be right back. "Ok," I said. I watched her ass retreat from the room before I looked at Bev's face. "Hi," I said. She smiled. I listened for the water to run, or the door to close to the bathroom, and did not hear it. I motioned to Bev that she should not speak freely quite yet, and she acknowledged it with a sleepy smile.

"You gonna need me, after all?" I asked, smiling.

"You just got laid. You gonna wanna fuck me?" 

"Fair point," I said. "And yes, I wanna fuck you." At that moment I finally heard the bathroom door close. I didn't know if Jo had stopped to listen to see if there had been anything to hear, but I didn't care right then, either. I heard the water begin, and smiled at Bev. I even took my now deflated dick in my hand and gave it a stroke or two, just to show her I was very interested, but it would be a few minutes before she and I could begin. At that moment, it seemed more than ok with her, since she was sated for the time being, herself. 

In just a few minutes, Jo came back in the room, carrying a towel from the bathroom. Another of my 'regulars' had a thing for bathroom linens, and kept me supplied with all manner of towels, cloths, bathmats, etc. Jo was obviously trying to 'hide' behind the towel, but at least she did not start trying to find her clothes. I stood and kissed her, and said I would be right back, that I was going to take a quick shower. Her eyebrows raised in question, and I just said, "It seems only the polite thing to do, dear. I'm certainly going to take one before you and I fuck again!" Without giving her a chance to comment on my presumption, I left. I hurried to the bathroom, started the shower, and impatiently waited for it to warm up. I did not know how well the discussion or simply the aggregation of all that fucking talent in the other room might be going, so I wanted to be back in there, to head off areas of discussion that might be troublesome, or just because there were two women in the other room that liked to fuck me. Where else would I want to be?

I wore only a towel back into the bedroom. I was encouraged coming down the hall to hear laughter from the bedroom. I only hoped the laughter was not engendered by comparing my performance, either with them or their other lovers.

I turned the corner into the bedroom, and was welcomed by a sight that any healthy male would love: Jo was still on the bed, towel displaced, breasts showing, legs splayed; Bev was still on the chair, nude, feet still propped up on the bed, the picture of comfort. I sat on the bed on my usual spot.

"I heard laughter. I hope it was not caused by my poor efforts to please?"

They both laughed at that. "No," Jo said, "we were just finding out that we like some of the same things and shop at the same stores." I nodded at that. Both of these ladies knew it would be a few minutes before I could be ready to go again, but I was ready to start anytime, and let my dick catch up when it could!

Jo said, "We did do one comparison, sorta."

"O good," I said, "Can't wait to hear about that."

"No," Bev said, "It's a good thing. We were talking about why we hang out with you." She looked at Jo, who took up the story. "We decided it's cause you are smart, polite, and most of all, funny." 

I could not be too disappointed at that list. I might have wished for 'well hung' and 'great lover' but the list got me pretty much what I wanted, anyway. "Oh?" I said, "nothing about how I love to make you come?"

Bev said, "Oh, that is part of it. We know you like that a lot, and it counts. But mostly you just like being a part of all this, and love women. We can get that." I nodded. She was right. I loved women, all shapes and sizes.

"We had gotten far enough along that we were talking about embarrassing moments," Bev said. "I told her about the time the cop pulled up behind us when we were parked on Salem Road."

I shook my head. "I was sure we were gonna be hauled in that night. The cop knew what he was doing, though. He even gave us enough time to get dressed before he came up to the door."

"Yes, and then just wanted us to find somewhere else to do it."

Jo asked, "You didn't have an apartment then?"

"I did," I said, "but it was too far away. This one," I tilted my head toward Bev, "wanted to fuck right NOW, and nothing else would do. I'm a guy. I went along!" This got me a laugh, too. 

"You two have certainly been adventurous. All he and I have ever done is fuck, in bed. This is the most far out thing I've ever tried, having someone else in the room with me. I've never done that before."

"This is a first for me, too," I said. It was true. Every other time there had been other people there, we all fucked at the same time, or all together. Not one at a time, like this was turning out to be. 

Bev said, "I have done stuff like this before, and I like it. I didn't plan this tonight, but it is working out very nicely." She smiled and sipped her water again.

I asked, "Bev, what would you have been doing if you had stayed home?"

She thought a moment and said, frankly, "I would have waited til Harry left, and then gone to the bedroom and jilled off. I got that new toy I told you about, and it's a LOT of fun! But this is MUCH better." 

I could see that Jo was curious. And sure enough, she had to ask, "What kind of toy, and what is jilling off? I heard you say that before, but don't know what that is."

I felt sure enough of myself and my place to interpret for her: "It's the female equivalent of 'jacking off,' dear. Masturbation, spanking the monkey, whipping skippy, etc."

Her eyes got big. This was another topic about which she had not spoken very much, at least, not to me. As much as she like to fuck, I could not see her being dormant the rest of the time, between me and her truck driver. 

Bev of course jumped into the conversational vacuum: "I've been doing that since I was 12 or so. Sometimes it's the most satisfying sex there is."

"Well, thank you very much!" I huffed. She laughed and said, "You know what I mean. Hell, you do it more than either of us!" This was probably true.

Jo perked up a second, "Yes, I wanted to ask you about that. Beverly said you use a machine?" I nodded. "Well, I'd like to see it."

I looked ruefully at Bev, but reached under my side of the bed where it is kept, and pulled out my trusty white vibrator, a simple coil type, plugged into the wall behind the bed. I clicked the switch on and off a couple of times she Jo could hear the vibrations, and started to lay it back down. She had questions, though. 

"That bell shaped thing, fits over the head?"

I said, "Yes."

"How long have you been using that?"

"I have had this one for about a year. I found out about these when I was only 13 or 14. It saves a lot of wear and tear on the skin of a dick," I said, matter of factly.

She nodded, reaching for it. I handed it to her. She flipped on the switch, and pressed it to her thigh. "Hmmm," she said. I wondered if she would move it to her pussy, but she asked instead, "Ever used this while you were fucking?"

I could not help but glance at Bev, which told Jo all she needed to know. She added, "I see. I can see how this would feel great, fucking or not."

"It's the reason I can come two or three times a night." She nodded, and of course, Bev had been silent long enough. "You should try it, Jo."

Jo looked at her, and handed the machine back to me. "Maybe I will, sometime." Her curiosity was at an end on the subject, for now.

I was feeling ready, again, and I said, "Well, if you wanna watch some actual sex, it's about time, I think." She looked at me, and stood on the far side of the bed. Bev got up and moved to the foot of the bed, vacating the chair. Bev reached for me, and I took her into my arms. I saw Jo move to the chair. She sat much more demurely than Bev had. 

But Bev and Jo were different. Fucking Jo was like... well... a walk in the park to the ice cream store. Fucking Bev was like a bare-knuckle fight to the finish, rough, hard, with winners and losers. I'll try to show you what I mean.

I lay back on the bed, and took her into my arms. I saw that Jo stayed naked, which I had worried about. I had not been able to gauge the depth of her interest, and I knew she was not a big fan of jilling, so I did not know what she would do while Bev and I were fucking. Unlike Bev, in whom I would have been disappointed had she not jilled off, as I expected. 

Bev kissed me deeply a couple of times. Everyone has a basic pattern to everyday things, even special everyday things, like fucking. Jo and I would play, mostly me with her, until she was ready, and then fuck, usually missionary. With Bev it was more like a skirmish before the main event. She forced my legs apart with her thigh, pressing her leg into my balls, without hurting me at all. Her hands were busy with my chest, my sides, my back, my neck. She moved to may more on top of me, rubbing my dick with her belly. I could feel her tits on my stomach as she tongued her way down to my dick. She quickly took me in her mouth, but only for a few seconds, sort of like a promise of more to come. 

I sat up and reached to her bottom, hooking a finger inside her thigh, and pulling her to me. She accommodated me, knee-walking her ass and legs toward me while she wrapped a hand around my dick and prepared to straddle my face with her legs. I did not let up pressure on her thigh until she was sitting over me, ready to put her pussy on my mouth. Knowing her, if I had, she would have easily defeated my purpose, and never let me get my mouth onto her pussy. She settled over me, and slowly moved her lovely pussy to my face. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pulled her toward me. I had no idea what Jo might be thinking of all this. She and I have never '69-ed'.

I stopped worrying about what Jo might be thinking, and concentrated on the lovely sight in front of me. Bev's pussy was red, inflamed from her earlier exertions, still aroused. I moved my fingers to her lips, to spread them out more easily, and looked into her pussy. I decided to tongue fuck her as long as she would let me, and placed my chin on her clit, and slipped my tongue inside her, fucking in and out easily as her slickness enveloped my tongue. 

I heard an "O!" from somewhere, but did not stop to see if it was Jo or Bev. I felt Bev take me into her mouth, as we had done a hundred times, and felt her continue to have her hand wrapped around me, while she jacked up and down as she sucked on the tip. 

Here was the game: whoever could make the other person forget what they were doing, won. If I could pleasure her sufficiently that I managed to distract her from sucking on me, by eating her, or fingering her, or getting her closer to orgasm, then I won, even if only for a moment. If she could make me feel so good that I had to stop what I was doing in order to gasp out my pleasure, then she won. Victories were precious, if only momentary. 

I circled her anus with my fingers while I ate her clit. I was not tneder about it, either. She loved it hard, and I gave it to her the best I could, first one finger on the outside, then inside, not too far, yet. I fucked her with my tongue, in and out, listening for her breathy gasps, feeling for her mouth on me, her having to stop for a moment to feel what I was doing for her. Both happened over the course of the next few minutes, as we feverishly did our best to please each other. Once she slid her tongue over the head of my dick, causing such exquisite pleasure I had to snap my head back onto the bed, leaving her cunt exposed. "Uhhh," was all I could say, but it was enough for her to know she had another win, at least for a moment. I attacked her cunt again, pulling her clit into my mouth hard, and biting down as much as I dared. She had never told me I bit her hard enough, and that was not likely this time, either, since I did not want to make her cry out. 

Suddenly she took me out of her mouth. I wondered, 'what now?' until I felt her stretch out toward the end of the bed. She was reaching into her bag for something, and I thought I knew what it was. I only hoped we were not about to shock Jo so much she lost her appetite for even this marginal form of group sex.

Sure enough, I felt Bev's arm along my side, reaching to hand me something. I met her grasp, and took the toy from her. She had fetched an 8-inch vibrator from her bag, and I knew where she wanted it used. But first, I wanted some lubrication on it, and experience told me that her pussy juice would not be enough. She would have to trust me, and let me guide our movements for a few minutes.

I slowly tilted to my left, toward my nightstand. Bev got the message, and moved with me, the two of us finally ending up still in 69, but on our sides. I arranged my leg so she had a nice place to put her head, resting comfortably on my thigh, my dick still in her mouth. I moved my right arm, now uppermost in this configuration, and Bev, again from experience, quickly moved her thigh tightly up against her body, letting me free my arm from around her thigh, and have it back out from under her leg. This widely spread her ass and pussy, and her leg cocked up like that left quite a sight to see.




An Unexpected Visitor



I reached the best I could to the nightstand drawer, getting it open, and fumbling in it for the Astro-glide. Now, getting some onto the toy without pouring it all over the bed clothes was a challenge. And I got some completely unexpected help.

Jo's face appeared over Bev's ass. She had stood to see what I was digging for in the drawer. She put the towel down on the bed behind Bev, and took the toy and bottle from me. She expertly tipped it up and poured just the right amount onto the tip, turning it so it spread around. She handed it back to me, and winked. I placed the edge of my hand on Bev's ass, and pressed down so I could begin to spread her cheeks. Bev's manicured nails and fingers replaced my hand, and she pressed hard to spread herself for me. She wanted the vibe in her ass, and I was going to accommodate her. I was again surprised to see Bev's red nails and short fingers replaced by Jo's undecorated nails. Bev withdrew her hand and wrapped it back around my dick. Jo helped me spread Bev's cheeks so I could get the vibe started in her ass!

I rubbed the tip of it along her asshole, teasing gently and slowly. Jo held the tension on Bev's ass cheek, keeping my access open so I could see where it needed to go. I finally placed the tip directly on the tiny opening, and pressed gently. It quickly began to disappear inside her, and I again was rewarded by feeling her stop what she was doing to administer to my cock. She waited, I moved farther and farther into her, the vibe disappearing slowly as she enjoyed the feelings.

Just to let me know she was still in the game, she pressed suddenly, pushing the vibe out half the distance I had gained. I stopped it quickly, and pressed it back into her, showing her silently that I was paying attention to her, and that I would get the toy into her, no matter what. I kept pressing. 

I looked up and saw that Jo was still watching intently, wondering what all this felt like. I saw her hand go to her pussy, and administer a few strokes between her legs. To me, that felt almost as good as what Bev was doing to my dick at the moment, having it all in her mouth, sucking hard and playing with my balls. 

She grunted again as I moved the smallish vibrator all the way into her ass. Here was another challenge: getting it turned on to vibrate. I had managed in the past to do it with one hand, but it was hard. The bottom plate turned as the rest of the vibe held still, and it really took two hands. Jo again came to the rescue. She saw what I was trying to do, and I held the barrel of the vibe still as she twisted the base, turning the machine on to just the right level. Another gasp from Bev, and she stopped altogether trying to eat me. 

I attacked her clit and pussy again, wanting her to feel all the pleasure I could give her. I saw Jo's shadow move away, back toward the chair at the foot of the bed. I moved the vibe in and out of Bev's ass, varying the speed and thrusts, all the while sucking her clit into my mouth and putting as much pressure on it as I could, couching my teeth in my lips, and pressing down hard, sucking on it, drawing all the blood I could to the region, doing my best to get Bev to the point she would have to come, no matter what. 

I would be able to feel that for sure, with my head right between those powerful thighs of hers, my mouth right on the source of all her pleasure spots. I kept up fucking her pussy with my tongue, alternating that with sucking on her clit... 

I felt the moment her orgasm began. Her legs tensed around my head, her thighs tightened, squeezing me tighter. Her pussy pushed back at me, insistent. Her rhythm was unmistakable, and with only a few more strokes, her completion was upon her. She let go of my dick, and pressed her hand under me, pulling me to her ever more tightly. I felt her face lay on my belly, pressing into me hard as she let wave after wave wash over her, her pussy pressing into me as hard as it could. 

"Uhhhh...ooo" was the best she could say. She was lost in the ultimate pleasure, her brain, her entire body suffused with pleasure, taken to the heights. Finally her legs relaxed, her head moved, and her hands went back to work. "You fucker," was all she said. She stroked my dick as she moved her legs, disentangling herself from her perch over my face. She turned to me and kissed me hard, her juice still on my face. It was one of her favorite things.

"I heard you making all that noise, Bev... did I hurt you?" The vibe was still in her ass, buzzing away. Her eyelids were heavy. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me closer, kissing me harder. I felt her tighten her abdominal muscles and force the vibe out onto the bed. She reached for it and set it on the nightstand. She turned to me with a look in her eye. 

"How do you want to fuck, you son of a bitch?" she hissed at me.

"However you want it, you tight little cunt!" I replied. She was still resting, but I felt her head against my shoulder nod as she breathed. I thought it might be an ok time to hit the head quickly, before we started. There were too many times when pressure of a urinary nature had precluded pleasure of an ejaculatory nature. I did not want that to happen this time. I had managed to come just fine with Jo. I didn't want a session with Bev to end any differently. Especially if I wanted to fuck Jo again. 

I kissed her head, and moved out from beneath her, to small protests. "I'll be right back... don't sleep just yet, ok?"

She laughed deep in her throat. I looked at Jo, sitting in the same pose Bev had been in earlier: feet up on the bed's edge, legs apart. She had pulled the blanket closer around her. Her arms were crossed over her tummy, her hands holding the edges of the blanket. Her tits and pussy were still viewable, and very cutely, too. It was an attractive pose. I smiled at her as I left the room, and was rewarded with a happy face.

When I returned moments later, Bev was sitting up on the right edge of the bed, a mischievous look on her face. "What?" I said.

"Jo and I were talking." O boy.. this could be bad for me.

"Yes?" I said, tentative.

"She wants to see us doing it doggy-style. I told her that would probably be ok with you. Yes?"

"Most definitely yes!" I said. "I had to think of baby bunnies and fleecy clouds to get this hard-on down far enough to pee, but I think it will come right back if you present your ass to me just right," I teased.

"You bet," she said, and quickly arranged herself at the foot of the bed, knees barely hanging on, calves dangling off the end, legs spread. I moved behind her, teasing her. "You sure you're ready for this?" I said, "It's been a long time since I got any. This could be rough on you."

She and Jo both laughed. Bev was on all fours. I stood on the floor behind her, and rubbed and caressed her thighs and backside, carefully avoiding touching her pussy. She reacted as I knew she would, moving her head farther and farther down, until her face was directly on the bed, her shoulders touching the covers, too, as she moved her arms to get her head all the way onto the bed. She reached back between her legs and gave her clit a stroke, then another, waiting, teasing me, showing me where she wanted me. She turned her head toward the left, and I slipped to my knees, one more surprise for her. Jo's feet were only inches from Bev's knees at the edge of the bed. I wanted Bev to think I was about to put my dick in her, and surprise her by eating her in this position for a few minutes first. 

I carefully did not touch her as I sank to my knees. When I was down, my head was almost exactly on level with her gaping pussy, directly ahead of me. Without touching her anywhere else, I moved my head to her cunt, touching her lightly with my tongue. When I could keep up the subterfuge no longer, I grabbed her thighs from in front, and pulled her pussy tighter toward me. I fucked into her pussy with my tongue, to cries of, "You SOB, get up here and fuck me!" All was not spoiled, however. At one point she bucked back into me as I played with her. 

Finally I stood and moved behind her. Given my height and Bevs lack of height, we could not fuck this way conventionally, with me between her legs. If we did, she would be too low for me to get inside her. So my legs had to be outside hers. She felt me moving to get closer, and slid her knees closer together, raising her cunt and matching my height. I straddled her outstretched calves, and moved up behind her. 

I took my dick and rubbed it on her clit, eliciting yet another sigh of contentment. Finally, I could stand it no longer, and slipped it inside her tight, hot wetness. 

I was starkly reminded of the difference in fucking Jo and fucking Beverly. She began to buck right away. I had to hang onto her waist, holding her tightly so she would not move so far I would come out, repeatedly. I was just trying to stay inside, while Bev fucked me from in front. I could turn my head slightly and see that Jo was enjoying the view, right in front of her, and slightly to her left. I knew that if she wanted to see the whole show, she would have to lower herself, and she was not doing that. She was, however, playing with her pussy again, and kneading her tits.

I settled in to the highly pleasing job of fucking Bev. I hung on to her waist, trying to get some control and concentrating on keeping my dick inside her. Again, I felt the underside of my dick tended to with great care by the inside of this sweet pussy. Several times I would push all the way inside, and make a screwing motion with my hips, circling around the inside of her cunt with the head of my dick. It was fabulous. 

Bev rose up again on all fours, pushing back into me, making me work for all I could get from her. I squeezed with my thighs, holding her legs more still, and fucked into her for all I was worth. 

No kibbitzing from Jo, as there had been, albeit tacitly, from Bev when the situation had been reversed. She did not touch me with her foot while Bev and I were fucking. I could see she was enjoying herself, however, since she would now and then throw her head back as she furiously pummeled her clit. I was pleased she was joining in. 

I placed the pad of my thumb onto Bev's ass and began to move it around and around. All the sensations the vibe had engendered in her ass were brought back again by my thumb, as I dipped into and out of her ass, and rubbed against the outside as much as I wanted. 

On one trip inside her ass with my thumb, she grabbed it by closing her sphincter and squeezing my thumb. I laughed and fucked her harder. 

At last I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. All my feelings were concentrated in my dick. It was as though I could feel it coming from all the way into my knees. 

"Uhhhhh..." I heard Bev grunt. "Uhhh...oooo fuck me..."

I obliged the best I could, fucking her until it was best that I stop, best for me, anyway, stopped all the way inside her cunt, blasting the walls of her pussy with what juice I could manage on such short notice. My cock pulsed and pulsed, 8, 9, 10 times. I partially withdrew and fucked inside again, another 2,3, 4 pulses. "Ahhhh..."

"Yeah, you big fucker," Bev said, but without much conviction. I think I had finally managed to wear her out, for once.

"You two get quite a workout, don't you?"

I had to stop to think where the voice had come from. It was Jo, of course. She was sitting up straighter, but still relaxed on the chair. "Yes," I said, "Bev is quite an athletic fuck, yes."

At that moment, my athletic fuck of the moment, toppled over sideways onto the bed. We all laughed at the clownish move, and I sat on the bed next to her, facing both her and Jo. 

I took her upper body in my arms, and folded her inside, holding her close in what would have been an awkward pose any other time. I held her easily, close to my body, her head on my chest. She made no attempt to help hold herself up, which was fine with me. I wanted to hold her up. 

"Won't you be going to sleep any second now?" Bev asked, sleepily herself.

"I hope not. I think there is more fucking to do, unless I'm mistaken?" I raised an eyebrow at Jo, who smiled and said, "Hey, I'm the one who was gonna be here all night, remember?"

I nodded. Bev had not opened her eyes, yet, but still wanted to be part of the conversation: "I took one of your fucks, then, didn't I?" She did not sound apologetic, just matter of fact. Jo said, "It's ok. We don't usually do it more than twice, anyway. And not like that, at all!"

Bev opened one eye, "What do you mean?"

Jo hesitated, looked at me. I said, "We, Jo and me, are not all that vigorous when we fuck. It's more like, uh..." I searched for the right term. "It's sweet, slow. Kinda ... I don't know... quiet, like, almost."

Bev was now awake, and looked at me. "You prefer that?"

"NO!" I was quick to assure her, not thinking if I was about to insult Jo. "No," I repeated, "it's different. You are quite athletic and have completely different requirements in your love-making. There is no 'better' or 'worse,' only 'great!' 

She smiled, sleepily. "You are SUCH a bullshitter. But right now," with this she yawned, hugely, and shook herself, "I don't care. You're a good fuck." 

I had to reciprocate, so I kissed her lips, and said, "So are you!"

And I turned to Jo at the end of the bed, kissed her as I rose, and said, "And so are you!"

I went again to the bathroom, and turned on the shower, thankful it had been long enough the tiny water heater had surely had time to recover. I took no chances, however, and quickly rinsed off one girl, hoping to get the scent of the first woman back on me before long. Mainly I concentrated on soaping up and washing my increasingly sore dick!

When I returned to the bedroom, I was pleased to see they had changed places already. Jo awaiting me on the bed, Bev back in the chair of observation. 

"Have you and I ever done it doggy style like that?" Jo asked.

I thought for a moment, and said, "Yes, that first time we were together, the second time that night. You said then you liked face-to-face better."

She looked thoughtful, and said, "Well, I could see some advantages to doing it doggy, like that. Especially if it works better for you after the first time."

I looked quickly at Bev, who smirked at me. She had been talking about capacities, and proclivities, again. "You know, missy, there are things I could tell Jo.. about you!"

She looked supremely unconcerned at this. Another jaw-creaking yawn. "Go ahead, sport. Nothing you can tell her that would embarrass me!"

She was probably right. I was not going to divulge that she liked group sex, or that she and I had indulged in it more than once, not including tonight. But it occurred to me that anything I told Jo might keep the evening going that much longer. Jo was already rubbing along my thigh. She might have been a bit anxious to get started again, but this time it was going to take longer than a few minutes and a quick shower to get my system going again!

"Well, let's see," I began. "Bev likes to suck..."

"I could see that. It looked like she was enjoying it alright. Do you wish you and I did that more often?"

I could not remember her ever going down on me at all, but this was not the time to say so. "No, Jo, nothing like that. It's Bev's idea, she likes it as much or more than getting eaten, and I like eating her more than getting eaten, so it works out. If you'll recall, I have eaten you more than you have me. And I have no complaints."

She nodded, thinking back. Then she had another thought. "When did you find out you liked toys, uh, back there?"

Bev looked at her, "A boyfriend insisted I try it. It was the only good thing I got from our relationship."

Jo nodded, understanding again. "Uh, have you ever, uh..."

"Yes?" I prompted.

"Well, have you ever, uh, done it? Back there?"

"Oh!" Bev exclaimed, "You mean ass-fucking?"

Jo actually had not used up all her capacity for blushing, yet. She could only nod her head.

"Yes, we have, but only once. He prefers pussy, and truth be told, so do I. I like to be played with back there, but fucking? Is for pussies!"

"I agree," I said. But no one was listening to anything I had to say.

"I can't imagine it not hurting so much it would be impossible to get any pleasure out of it," Jo said.

"Oh, no, honey, it's great. Once you get him in? especially if he is considerate and tends to your clit? It's REALLY nice."

Jo nodded, but looked unconvinced.

I felt I had to step in -- "No one is asking anyone to try it!"

"No, I know that. I just never had thought of it as anything pleasurable, at all. Now I know."

"Don't be in any hurry to try it, but I can tell you, sport-fucker here has a nice sized dick for it, and he is very considerate!"

I decided to take that in the best light I could, making it a compliment, regardless of any implied short-comings. 

Jo was becoming more and more insistent with her hand on my thigh. I reached to her leg and began patting her, rubbing her leg, too. Bev noticed, and spread her legs and began preliminary moves, up and down on her pussy. 

"Hey," Jo said, "how did you find out about YOUR toy?"

"We had one, and I tried it. I must have been, 12 or so. It worked, and I've been using one ever since. Tell me, have you ever used one?"

"No!" She seemed scandalized. I wondered what she thought of me using it! Before I could say much, she said, "But I'd like to." She had a plaintive look in her eyes and on her pretty face. I glanced at Bev. To Jo, I said, "Want to try one now? Mine?"

She could not speak, but nodded her head. I leaned to kiss her, and made suggestive moves and pressures to get her on her back once again. When we were arranged, I reached again to under the bed, and retrieved my vibe. I had had this one for several years at the time, and was quite familiar with it's capacity. 

"Maybe we should put a towel on you until we find out just how much of this you want." She nodded, and placed the towel over her middle. I reached and pushed down the towel all the way to the bed, leaving her pussy exposed, if covered. 

"Now, you'll just have to trust me a bit. If you want to stop, slow down, or just have less pressure, just say, and I'll adjust, ok?"

She nodded, and I reached to between her legs, holding my hand against her pussy, the vibrator actually turned away from her, not touching her at all. I clutched the vibe tightly, and turned on the switch with my little finger. Long practice!

She reacted, but slowly, and in a small way. I moved the edge of my hand back and forth, insinuating it between her pussy lips even through the towel. I grasped the vibe even more tightly, and pushed harder against her clit. This time I was rewarded with a gasp, a hand clutching my wrist, and an arched back. "Uhhhn..." she said.

Slowly, I turned the vibe toward her flesh. Even from outside the towel, I could see the separation of her pussy lips. I moved the head of the vibrator, still my bell-shaped attachment, slowly and gently onto the area of her clit, and began to press a bit harder all along. "Ooooh... ernnn.... "

I took that to mean, I like it! And kept up my pursuit of her pleasure. I placed the bell over her clit and pressed down easy. "Ohhhhh!" I seemed to have hit the spot. Her hands grasped at my wrist, even closer and tighter, pulling me harder, wanting more and more pressure on her clit. I obliged, as strongly as I could. I changed my grip on the vibrator to make her more comfortable, and make it easier to control just where the vibrations were concentrated. Evidently, this was a good thing, since, as soon as I made the change, she bucked into my hand that much harder. I glanced at the foot of the bed, and Bev was busily attacking her clit. She flashed a brief brilliant smile at me. 




An Unexpected Visitor



The events I am about to describe took place about ten years ago, when I was sharing a house with my sister. She was involved with a group that regularly staged, in our cosmopolitan Western city, a traditional form of Asian theatre that involved elaborate costuming and make-up, and in which female roles were often taken by men. On account of this, her circle of friends included at that time a number of young, effeminate, Asian men. They came to the house often, not only because of the artistic interest, but also because she had become something of a mother figure to many of them. I had met many of them, and liked them.

At the time my sister was on an extended visit to Asia, so I was surprised when I answered a ring on the doorbell to find one of her young friends on the doorstep. Normally confident and graceful, today he was looking tense and shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot. I led him down the short passageway into the lounge and invited him to take a seat. He continued to stand awkwardly.

"I wonder ... I need ... Could I use your toilet first please," he stammered.

Of course! I should have guessed from his posture that he was in discomfort from a full bladder. There was a cupboard toilet on the ground floor at the back of the house, not easy to find, so I led him there. I opened the door and turned: "There it is." He was fumbling at his pants in his urgency to relieve himself and I saw that he had already opened his fly and was desperately trying to free his penis. As he brushed by me the tip of his foreskin appeared, already dribbling pee. He gave a little whimper as the dribble turned to a spurt. He raced to the bowl, his back to me, and loud splashing noises ensued. Discreetly, I retreated to the lounge.

I sat down in one of the armchairs, surprised and disturbed by my sudden, strong arousal at this strange turn of events. I had only glimpsed the pissing tip of his cock for a fraction of a second, but I couldn't erase the image from my mind.

After about ten minutes he re-appeared. There was a wet patch on the front of his jeans about the diameter of a tennis ball. "I'm sorry, I'm so embarrassed. I made a little bit of a mess on your floor, but I wiped it up as best I could." His face wore a coy expression, but at the same time his eyes were watching me carefully for my reactions. I had a sudden suspicion that there was a seduction going on and felt, to my surprise, an eagerness to participate.

"It's all right, these things happen. But I can't let you go back like that. Come upstairs. I can sponge and dry your jeans and lend you a pair of my underpants."

My bedroom had a small en-suite attached, and it was there that I took him. He took off his shirt and continued to undress until he stood on the bath mat in his underpants. They were white cotton. The front was sodden and the cloth clung to the outline of a small, uncircumcised penis. His honey-coloured skin was hairless and smooth. His nipples were dark, round and slightly swollen. He stepped into the bathtub and looked at me coyly.

I sensed that he was teasing me. He knew I wanted to see his penis and was excited at the thought of arousing me. "It's alright, you can take them off. After all, I've seen it already."

"Yes, and my pee was already coming out - I was so embarrassed."

The words evoked the image again and I felt my cock lengthening in my pants. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his underpants and pulled them to his ankles in a single, graceful movement, stepped out of them and flicked them to the end of the tub with his toe.

His sac was hairless, round and firm. His dark pubic hair was bushy but trimmed at the edges in a feminine manner. His penis was small and the tight tube of his foreskin covered the glans. It peeked like a little bird from its nest of hair. He stood gracefully, his weight slightly on one leg, like an Asian David.

There was a hand-held shower-head in a bracket on the wall, on the other side of the bath-tub. I knelt down beside the tub, glad to be able to hide the signs of my rapidly growing arousal under the rim. I reached across, took the shower-head from its bracket, turned on the taps and adjusted the temperature of water. If I had moved my shoulder slightly to the right, it would have brushed his penis. If I had turned my head slightly to the right, I would have been able to kiss it or take it into my mouth. My heart was pounding and I was glad I was able to hide the trembling of my hands by fiddling with the taps.

I inverted the nozzle and let the spray play on the underside of his penis. I knew from experience what a stimulating effect that had. He gasped and the little bird stirred in its nest.

"You are so kind. You saved me from wetting my pants and now you are washing me." His voice was soft and feminine. "For some reason my kidneys were hyperactive all day. I work in the north and live in the south. I have to take three buses to get home. By the time I got off my second bus, I was really in a lot of trouble. I have to walk half a mile to the interchange to catch my last bus. There is a toilet in the interchange, but I knew I couldn't last that long"

I understood his predicament. His route was through a residential area – there were no public conveniences. "I just didn't know what to do. There were cars and people around so I couldn't stand against a wall and do it in the street. It was getting to the point where I wouldn't be able to hold it in any more and my muscles would just let go and it would all come out. Then I realised you lived nearby. But the excitement of thinking I might have a solution caused my sphincter to relax and I spurted into my underpants. I had to jam my hand into my pocket and hold myself to stop it."

As if to demonstrate he pinched the base of his little cock between his forefinger and thumb. His other hand absent-mindedly drifted up to his chest. I saw that his nipples had become swollen and prominent. His penis had stiffened a little. I needed to see him stroke it.

"The soap is over there." He moistened his hands in the spray and lathered them, then began to languidly soap his crotch with his right hand as his left stole back to his breast. His face adopted a dreamy expression and his eyes closed. I laid the streaming nozzle in the base of the tub and stared at him openly.

"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't opened the door. I needed to go so badly, I was in agony. When you were leading me to the the toilet I knew I couldn't last – I just had to take it out so I could go quickly, even though you saw me. And god, when I finally let it out, it was such a relief. I have never felt such relief."

He was half hard and openly stroking himself now, his hips rocking backward and forward with each stroke. The tip of his foreskin had loosened slightly so that with each thrust forward, it withdrew a little to give a glimpse of the glans and its little eye. His left thumb was gently rubbing his nipple.

'"I'm glad," I said, "I'm glad I helped you get relief." Then, on an impulse, "You need to do it now, don't you. You need to let it go."

"Yes," he said in a strangled voice, "I've been holding it in for so long. I need to let it out. Oh, I need the relief so badly."

I reached out and gently stroked his buttocks. "It's all right to let go. You need to do it. Just let it go."

He groaned and dropped to his knees, stroking frantically now. His left hand dropped from his breast and cupped his sac. He arched his back. His penis was rigid, pointing up toward his chin. "I can't hold it in any more. It's going to come out," he whimpered. I grasped his buttocks. They clenched tightly. "Do it. Do it for me." I was almost shouting. He groaned and gave one last, hard, upward thrust, his muscles taut, his face grimacing. The glans emerged from the foreskin and the pearly white fluid streaked up onto his chest, once, twice, three times, four times. He gave a long, high pitched groan as he died the little death, then slumped forward, drained, still clutching himself with both hands.

My arousal was unbearable now. Quickly I went back into my room and reached into a drawer for a handkerchief. No sooner had I freed my cock and clasped the cloth over the end than the searing semen spurted out. I had to bite my lip to stop myself crying out.

I wiped myself then went to my sister's bathroom and fetched her hair dryer, then on my way back pulled a fresh pair of underpants from my drawer. When I came back into the bathroom he was standing on the bath-mat, drying his thighs. His cock was no longer stiff, but still tumescent and a little red from the soap and the rubbing it had received. It jiggled enticingly as he towelled himself. I tore my eyes away and set to work sponging the wet patch on his jeans over the sink, then drying it with the hair-dryer. When I turned back to him, he was drawing my underpants slowly up his thighs. The little bird had withdrawn into its nest. As he drew the elastic over it, it flipped up briefly, then, to my regret, disappeared.

I handed him his jeans then, when he had donned them, led him downstairs and saw him to the door. "I'll have your underpants washed and ready for you in a few days." "And I'll bring yours back. Would it be convenient to come at the same time Wednesday?" "I look forward to seeing you then."



An Unexpected Visitor



My friend has stopped by unexpectedly. She is a psychologist and has been in Tallahassee at a seminar, so she missed my birthday. Dinner is in the oven and I am looking forward to spending a special evening with you. She arrives dressed for a night out on the town. Her strapless dress hugs her breasts and accentuates her trim waistline before flaring out to emphasize her rounded hips and full, high bottom. Her bare legs, still glistening from moisturizer taper down to her 'fuck me' shoes. Her arches are high, her painted toes in perfect proportion. From the side, the edge of her creamy white soles peek out in glaring contrast to her tanned arches. I feel severely underdressed in the terry cloth robe that I have thrown on to cover my 'dinner outfit'.

She presents me with a bottle of tequilla. I offer her a drink and sit down, beginning to discuss her seminar. When she says that it was on hypnosis, you tell her that you are skeptical to the whole idea and would like to see a demonstration. She rejects you as a subject because you are not open to the idea and I agree to be her guinea pig. I lean back on the couch and she begins talking to me in a very soothing monotone voice, finally she says, "Okay... we are going to count down from five and by the time we reach one, you will be asleep and open to suggestion." We begin counting together, "Five, four, three, two, one.... Are you asleep, Dolly" I hate to burst her bubble, but tell her that although I am relaxed I am not asleep. She smiles at you and says, "Oh well, I'm going to keep trying with my patients." 

To my surprise, and disappointment, you invite her to stay for dinner, as the timer has just rung. She starts to refuse, but for some reason you insist. We pour another round of margueritas and sit down to dinner. During dinner you continue to make suggestive, yet tasteful, remarks as your hand strokes and squeezes my thigh, occasionally venturing up to stroke or probe my pussy. 

Dinner is finished and I can't wait for her to leave so we can begin our evening. You bring the tequilla bottle and two shot glasses to the table stating that you are going to go clean the kitchen and give us a little 'girl time.' I tell you that it can wait, hoping that Melissa will get the point and leave. Instead she pours us two shots as you head for the kitchen. We drink another shot and head for the living room. 

She remarks that she likes our new armless couch. We start chatting, mostly about you. She knows as well as you the affect that tequilla has on me and asks me to show her the lingerie that she thinks I'm wearing beneath my robe. I stand up and remove the robe, turning around to give her a good view of my sheer pink nightie with matching panties. The spaghetti straps barely hold the halter bodice that my tits are nearly bursting from. The skirt is split down the middle from between my breasts, flaring to show off the matching panties that tie at the hips to provide easy access. She has noticed the wet spot that you have left and stands up beside me, drawing my head towards her as she kisses me. Gently at first and then more passionately as I don't resist. Even as I am thinking that you could walk in on us at any moment, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her, sucking her lips, as our hands slide up and down each other's backs. 

You watch from the cracked kitchen door as I push down the top of her dress and begin caressing her tit, lowering my head to suck on her pebble-hard nipple. She sighs and steps back gently pushing me back on the couch and straddles my hips. You begin to stroke yourself through your pants as I feast on her tits. She massages my breasts and pulls on my nipples as my hands massage her ass, slipping under her dress to feel the wetness of her pantiless pussy. She pushes me down until I am laying on the couch with her on top of me, stroking my slit through my panties as she slides down a little to suck on my nipples. I am so excited and the juices are flowing. Suddenly I remember that we are not alone....

"Melissa, we have to stop. Martin's just in the..."

"Martin's right here," you say as you walk across the living room, undressing on your way.

Your hands replace hers as she slides down my body and begins licking my pussy, sucking the juices through the thin fabric. You kneel beside me and offer me your cock. I suck on your knob as I feel Melissa slip two couch pillows beneath me, raising my hips. As I start sucking your shaft, she unties my panties and her tongue begins circling my clit and exploring my slit. You begin pinching my nipples and my juices start flowing. Melissa gratefully laps up every drop as you watch her face disappear between licks, my juices all around her mouth. She straddles my thigh, rubbing her pussy against me as she reaches between my legs and strokes me with two fingers. You lean towards each other and lock in a passionate kiss. She begins stroking me deeper and I take you further into my mouth as I watch the two of you. You squeeze my tits and thrust into my mouth, as I begin to tremble and moan around your dick. Just as I am about to go over the edge you withdraw from mouth and pull her fingers from my dripping pussy.

You say, " Shhhh, it's not time yet," and begin sucking her fingers clean. I am so horny that when you lean over to kiss me I forget for a moment what had just been in your mouth. As your tongue touches mine, I remember and start to withdraw from the taste. The unpleasant taste that I am expecting gives way to a sweeter taste, that grows sweeter as I suck it from your tongue. You watch, out of the corner of your eye, as Melissa goes down on me again. Just as the flavor is leaving your mouth, she slides back up my body, her hands replacing yours on my tits. Her tongue replacing yours as you move towards the bottom of the couch. You watch as our mounds grind together and we start fingering each other. The taste in my mouth is stronger and I realize that my juices are like warm cane sugar. Sweet. So sweet. I devour her tongue, stopping only to lick her face. You lean up from the bottom edge of the couch and spread our thighs--double decker snatch! You nudge our fingers away and press your face hard against us where our juices our mingling and start licking our slits. Melissa raises her hips to give you more room as she puts her fingers in my mouth and brings my fingers to her lips. 

I feel her begin to tremble every time your tongue leaves my pussy and laps at hers. "Oh, tastes so good" I mumble as I try to get every drop.

"Would you like some more, Rose, " she asks, "from a source?" 

I practically beg to eat her pussy. As she moves to straddle me, you have me scoot to the edge of the couch. You remove the pillows and kneel on them. As my tongue touches her twat, you enter me in one slow stroke, burying yourself in my burning pussy. You remain still, feeling my twat contract around you, my ass wiggling trying to prompt you to motion. I get my first tongueful of her pu-tang. It is so much stronger, coming from the source. So pure! I love it. I start to thrust my tongue as far into her dripping twat as I can get it. She stretches her hands down and starts kneading my tits. Pulling and pinching my sensitive nipples. I reach my hand between her thigh and her hands that are squeezing my tits, to rub her clit, hoping to produce more juice. She is flowing like a faucet and presses her pussy closer to my face. You reach out and grab her boobs, pressing on them, rubbing them as you begin to fuck me slowly and surely. As I put final pressure on her clit, she starts to ride my face wildly. I can barely breathe, but the amount of cream I get is worth it. You pinch her nipples, just hard enough to push her over the edge. As she cums, flooding me with my reward, you start plowing my pussy, reminding me that's it's not time yet. You make a final plunge, grinding into me as you shoot your load.

I am almost beyond reasoning, as you withdraw. Melissa is a bit recovered and brings her face to my pussy as you scoot back lifting my leg, licking the back of my knee and then blowing softly, causing a chill to run through my entire body. You kiss your way down and around my calf and shin, pushing my leg up, opening my pussy even wider for Melissa. As she starts using her mouth and fingers on me again, you hold my foot in front of your face and say, "Whenever you are ready." I let my defenses down and revel the sensation of her tongue darting over my clit, her fingers stroking my pussy while you lick my sole.... Up the arch, to the wet space where my toes curl slightly. I grind against Melissa's face, humping her fingers. Finally you take my big toe into your mouth and suck on it, making it even wetter as you roll each of the other toes, in turn, between your thumb and forefinger. I am overwhelmed by all of the oral attention I am getting and start to cum. For the final push, you snake your tongue between my toes. I cry out and clench my thighs around Melissa's fingers, forcing her tongue from my clit, but it doesn't matter because I am not even there anymore. I writhe in orgasmic pleasure as my mind explodes into a million different directions, and I feel as though my soul leaving my body. Melissa slows her stroking and you return to licking my sole, slowly and softly. Then you begin massaging my foot bringing me back to earth as you softly tell me that everything is okay, you are right there, waiting for me.....

As Melissa adjusts her dress to it's original position and you get dressed, I pull my robe around me and listen as you explain that you and Melissa had arranged the evening weeks before. When she told before she left that the seminar was on hypnotism, you explained that I didn't fully enjoy my occasional bisexual encounters because I had an aversion to the taste that put a damper on my enthusiasm for returning the pleasure. I DID go under and she planted the suggestion that pussy would taste like cane-sugar then told me that I would wake up thinking that she hadn't been able to put me under. And, of course, she had stay around to see if the suggestion held. She says that she can remove it if I want, but I just graciously decline the offer.



An Unexpected Visitor



Here I was again. Sitting alone in my living room with only the TV for company. I start to mull over how nice it would be to have someone here. A man. To feel his touch. God it had been so long since I'd been touched by a man. Had been touched like I'd been wanted! I pour myself another large glass of red and settle back on my sofa, accepting that this would be another lonely Saturday night. 

That was until there was a thundering knock at the door, something else that hadn't happened in a while. It made me jolt in my seat causing me to spill my generous helping of red down the front of my white blouse.

"For fuck sake" I cursed to myself, feverishly mopping at the stain whilst making my way to the door. I peer through the spy hole to check who it is. "Why is he back so soon?" I think as I open the door for my visitor.

"Sorry to disturb you again so soon, but I think I left my phone here" he explains whilst eyeing my newly stained blouse with confusion.

"Oh, OK, you better come in and look for it, but I haven't seen it."

"Thanks" he replies as he busies himself with looking through cushions and under furniture while I close the door behind him. "It's like it's disappeared into thin air!" he exclaims in frustration from underneath the kitchen table.

"Shall I ring it on the house phone and we'll see if we can find it?"

"Yes that would be great. What happened to your blouse by the way?" he enquires as I make my way across the living room to the phone.

"Oh you did that, startled me with your caveman –style knocking." I chuckle to show there are no hard feelings as the last thing I wanted was to drive human company away so quickly. Number dialled, the sound of an old school monophonic ringtone fills the room. I pause trying to work out its origin when I find myself staring at this man. It's coming from his pocket.

"It's in your pocket you idiot" I chuckle pointing a finger at his crotch when he starts to take long meaningful steps towards me. Walking like a man with a purpose. Unbuttoning and removing his shirt as he did. Letting it drop to the floor. 

"I knew it was in my pocket. I knew this whole time. I just needed and excuse to come back."

I feel myself flush and my breath becoming shallower with anticipation. He stands inches away from me and reaches to remove the phone from my hand. 

"You didn't need an excuse" I say in little more than a whisper, staring deep into his dark blue eyes. He takes another stride forward that pins me to the wall with his body. His hand reaches to caress my face and run his fingers through my tangle of brown curls before placing it at the nape of my neck.

"Then why did you let me leave?" he says with a grin starting to spread across his face. Before I have chance to even offer an answer he pulls me towards me and kisses me hard and deep on the lips. I feel my body become limp in his grip and melt into his kiss. He slips his other hand around my waist closing any gap between our bodies. His lips move from mine to my neck where he kisses lightly making his way up to my earlobe which he nips playfully before whispering;

"I'm going to fuck you tonight."

Another sharp intake of breath escapes from my mouth. I can already feel myself getting wetter and his cock that is pressing against my stomach getting harder. He fumbles with the buttons on my shirt before he gives up and just tears it open. Tossing it over his shoulder once it has been removed. I fumble with his belt and trouser buttons. My hands shaking until they drop to the floor. His belt clinking against the tiled floor. I place my arms around his neck pulling him to my lips once more as he wraps his arms around my rear and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his dick through the thin layer of fabric of his underwear, now rock hard.

He places me on the sofa and climbs on top of me. He starts to make his way down my body. Kissing every inch and occasionally a playful nip with his teeth. He skilfully removes underwear, tights and skirt in one go before kissing and licking my inner thighs driving me wild. I feel is hot breath on my clit keeping me in suspense for just a few seconds longer until I feel the very tip of his tongue flick over my clit. Licking the length of my pussy and teasing my clit sucking and licking faster and faster. He runs a hand up my body and cups one of my breasts and squeezes firmly. I feel his lips starting to make their way back up my body retracing their earlier steps, then we are face to face once again. He pauses to swiftly remove his Calvin Klein briefs then slips both arms underneath me and pulls me up towards him until I am straddling him and he lies back, taking every inch of me in with his eyes. I lean forward to kiss his chest. It was time to return the favour. I start to kiss and lick my way down his body until I reach his cock. Rock hard and impressive. I run my tongue the length of his shaft and run it in circles around the tip. Flicking my eyes up to see him with eyes shut and breathing heavily. He gently places a hand on the back of my head and pushes down. I take him all in until I can feel him at the back of my throat. I thrust faster and faster cupping his balls as I did hearing him moan with pleasure until he grabs my hair and pulls me up to face him.

"Take it off." He commands, nodding his head towards my bra. I do so immediately. 

He grabs both of my buttocks and lifts me up to allow him to position me above his throbbing erection. 

I slowly lower myself down onto him, taking just the tip of his cock in, holding it there for a few seconds, teasing him as he had teased me. Then I slowly lower myself down onto him. Taking every inch of his impressive length. I take a gasp as I feel it brush my g-spot. Once all the way down I start to rock my hips back and forth. Slowly at first, gathering speed as I feel my pussy starting to clench around his dick the closer I got to climax. My breathing getting faster and faster. But just when I was starting to get close he wraps his arms around me once more pulling me close to him and he growls; 

"Go to the table, and bend over. You bad girl."

Reluctantly I lift myself off him and make my way over to the table and bend over, placing my forearms out in front of me. I hear him coming up behind me, his bare feet slapping on the cold tiles of the open plan kitchen. Then his hands grab both of my hips. Hard. Sinking his fingertips into my flesh. I feel a sharp stinging pain as he takes a hand and spanks me hard, over and over.

"Bet you like that don't you?!"

"Yes" I whimper

"Bad girls need to be spanked. Have you been a bad girl?"

"Yes" I say. A smile spreading across my face. Another sharp pain as he delivers another.

I feel the tip of his cock slide into me once more. Feeling every inch enter me again. Using his hands to pull me back on to him. He starts to thrust hard and slow getting faster and faster. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed around the room. I could feel my body start to flush as he pounded me from behind. He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair forcing me to lift myself up so he could reach around and rub my clit and tweak my nipples, running his hands over every inch of my body. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. I felt red hot and I could tell by his rapid breathing he was close to blowing his load too. He released my hair and resumed his grip on my hips and pulled me even harder and faster than before for the final push. Finally I felt my entire body spasm and my pussy tighten and pulsate round his cock. With a final thrust I felt his cock start to throb hard inside me, and a warmth as he filled me with his cum. He collapsed forward placing his hands on the edge of the table and kissed gently between my shoulder blades. 

"That was amazing." He said breathlessly. 

"Yeah it was" I said just as breathlessly as he pulled out. I turned to watch him pad off to the bathroom and let a big smile spread across my face. 

I finally felt alive again.



An Unexpected Visitor



Given the choice between a young, hot, ravenous stud and an older gentleman, simmering in passionate wisdom and experience, my preference will always be without a single doubt the old man. 

I often wonder if men realize that while a woman is walking down a street being appreciated for her eye catching silhouette, offering them a break in the usual nothing to get excited about scenery, that she may be doing a little appreciating of her own.

My attraction to the older man transcends any appeal I may have considered a possibility in regards to actually any male at all. In short, plain and simple, if you're over seventy you are definitely on my radar.

Yes, I do, sit in a park, now and then, and daydream about an older gentleman that may be sitting across the path from me. I wonder what his mouth would feel like, kissing my neck, licking my nipples round and round. I make it a point to be pleasant and smile a greeting every chance I can. I have in fact made many connections, some purely friendship, some innocent flirtations, there are a few that have resulted in long term relationships, though not sexual in nature, they are fulfilling in many ways. There are of course the special ones that shall we say, became very, very, close friends. Although I adore them all, these men, the simple acquaintances are certainly not the nuggets of pure pleasure that compel me to share my dalliances with you.

Now, I'm sure you're settling into a comfortable place ready to learn the juicy details of who, what, where, when and how my new friend and I met in the park. We didn't meet in the park, that would have been just far too easy and I like to keep the level of surprise at the highest peak. So, go ahead, settle in, while I bring you into my world and tell you my tale.

Once a month, every third Monday, our town has a "Resident's Gathering". Unlike a Home Owners Association, we don't meet to discuss rules and regulations, we certainly do not tell anyone that their grass is too high or that their choice of paint color is unacceptable. 

Our town is actually a very large area with very few homes. Most of the properties have been in the families for many years or have been kept to the original acreage by the new owners. I believe our coming together is more of a keeping in touch with each other sort of meeting. There have been in the past a few heated discussions between residents, nothing that wasn't overcome with calm voices and simple reasoning.

On one particular Monday evening, I arrived at the library, our official meeting place, and there were several neighbors already enjoying a cup of coffee and chatting about, truthfully, nothing of any consequence. 

As I looked about the room, in the far corner, rather quietly, I noticed a face I hadn't seen before. I turned my head to acknowledge a friend walking towards me.

"Well, hello Layla, how are you?"

"Francis, nice to see you, I'm just wonderful as always, and you how are you this cold winter night, I'm surprised that Allan didn't cancel the meeting."

"He called me this afternoon and we considered it, but, after the first few phone calls everyone gave us the feeling that we should get together regardless of the cold so we agreed. There were a few things Allan wanted to go over about the snow plowing contract." 

Let me bring you into the inner circle.

Allan is the Mayor of our little piece of heaven, he oversees all the daily mundane business that every small utopia faces, he has been our Mayor for over twenty years, and there is never an election just a simple motion, seconded and he remains in office, if only all governing could be so easy. Imagine our government fashioned after a small town, the leaders would have to put their own agenda's aside and actually accept what was ultimately best for the masses. I digress.

The Town Council consists of Francis, Samuel and Pauline, again, unopposed and long term officials. Our manner of governing has worked unimpeded so why change it. 

Allan was about to call the meeting to order and we all grabbed a quick warm cup of coffee and patiently sat thru the minutes of our previous meeting, now we were moving on to the really important part of the night.

"Good evening all, I just have a few quick things here. Our contract for the Snow Plowing needs to be renewed, I have a copy for all of you, and Pauline will see to it that those who were not able to attend tonight will be given the information. Since we have a quorum, I'd like to take a vote tonight.

"I second" Francis, was always the second.

"The rates haven't changed and the service plan will remain as it is. All those in favor of renewal, please signify by raising your hands, I'd say that's everyone, so we'll maintain the contract as it is. Okay, I'd like to announce that our annual budget, passed at the last meeting is now available for those who would like a copy, see Pauline.  If you're thinking that this sounds like small town foolishness, I would strongly disagree with you. Our little piece of paradise, nestled in the mountains of Pennsylvania, has survived its quaint, storybook quality because we have taken the time and effort to keep things as simple as possible.

"There is one more thing, as you all know; we lost Scott Maxwell this past summer and his family decided to put his property up for sale. Well as luck would have it the property was sold to Nathan Schook's brother, I'd like you to meet him, come on up here Fred.

So, this is the man with the unfamiliar face.

I now remembered the for sale sign, it had been taken down on Scott's property; he and his family were in the mountains here for several generations. When his children left Pennsylvania, he and his wife Alana stayed here, traveling all over the country where his children had settled until her death last year. Some will tell you old age took him, I believe he died of a broken heart. There was never a time when they weren't side by side. Losing the love of his life and his constant companion for over sixty years took a toll on Scott; he just wanted to be with her again, now he is.

"This is Fred Schook, the newest member of our little town, maybe if you have a minute you might say hello the next time you're out his way. It's my pleasure to welcome you and we look forward to seeing you out and about. If there's anything you need let us know."

What a nice smile, I thought.

"Well unless there's something else, I'll close this meeting and see you all next month, same place same time folks."

Now that the "Business" was concluded the real meeting began. Everyone would grab a fresh cup of coffee or maybe a hot chocolate and gather around with a cookie, supplied by you know who, Pauline of course, and bring each other up to date on what was happening in our respective lives. This was where all the new births were announced, the engagements, the deaths of family members, just the normal conversations that happen in small towns just like this one.

"Layla, I'd like you to meet my brother Fred."

"Well welcome to our little piece of heaven Fred, so nice to meet you."

"Yes, it's nice to meet you too."

"Layla is our resident Financial Advisor; she'll help you out with tax questions and the like. The big house on Kavandale, the old Green and Stone place, that's her home. So how are you Layla?"

"Nathan I couldn't be better, enjoying the quiet life, loving the warm cozy fires and the winter nights. You never told me you had a brother, it must be nice to have him close by, where are you from Fred?"

"I was in the Coast Guard, retired a few years ago in Savannah and stayed put. Nathan told me about the place for sale and the summer's were getting so hot I decided to come back home, so I bought the place and well, here I am."

'Let me be the first one to welcome you with a hug."

What can I say; I'm affectionate, by nature. I will never miss an opportunity to put my arms around a delicious older man. I leaned forward and hugged Fred and happily he hugged me right back.

"You know Fred, if I can help in any way with you settling in, give me a call, I'm in the book."

"Thank you, I'll remember that."

"Gentleman, I have a warm fire, a hot bath and a glass of Chambord calling me home, so enjoy the rest of the evening and see you soon."

I said my goodbyes and headed home. The night was clear; the sky was full of stars, just beautiful. My mind began drifting to the handsome man I met tonight.

I would guess that Fred was in his middle seventies, he was the older brother to Nathan, who I believe was seventy three. The Schook family has been here in Pennsylvania for hundreds of years; the house that Nathan and Leah live in has been passed down for four generations. The Schook's farm and raise the most delicious corn you have ever buttered. The fifth generation, Samuel and Todd, are now running the day to day business of the farm and Nathan has taken a smaller role. The grandchildren are the center of his life now.  I pulled into the garage, closed the garage door and quickly went into the house.  I love this old house, it's a perfect refuge and I finally have it just the way I want it. The house is just about one hundred and fifty years old. The exterior walls are stone and there is a fireplace in every room, even the kitchen.  I had some work done to it recently and now my bedroom opens into another bedroom that I converted into a huge bath, I kept the fireplace and spend many a night, lying in a tub of warm water, sipping a sweet glass of Chambord, losing myself in music. I love Ella, Nina Simone, Nancy Wilson, the ladies of the past who know how to sing a sensual bluesy song. Jazz, from the 40's and 50's can change a mood in a mere second.

I lit the fireplace, started the water, poured a glass of sweetness, turned on some music, stripped down and slid into the tub of steaming warmth.

My mind began to drift; I was feeling all warm and cozy. What I wanted was a man, right here beside me, touching me, looking at how hard and stiff my nipples were, maybe a kiss, soft at first, letting his tongue slip between my lips.  Feeling his hands, moving so slowly over my breasts, feeling my nipples rub against his palms, urging him to squeeze them, play with me.  

My hand searched through the water for that lovable spot between my legs. My legs opened, I slipped one finger down, separated my lips and found my tender pleasure. Rubbing, slow and in circles, I felt the stirring inside me.  Yesss, now it was his hand, squeezing the swollen nub between his fingers, gently rolling them over and over. Yesss, just like that, I love it like that, feels so good, ohhh, that's it, yes, put your finger inside me, ohhh, yes, slow, in and out, like that, finger fuck me, yesss, deeper, deeper, ohhh yesss, now faster, that's it faster, Oh, ohhh, yes, make me cum, ohh yesss, Ohh I love it, now, ohhh yesss.

I felt the sweet waves, one and then another, oh I loved it.  I lay there in the water for a few minutes, enjoying the pleasure and when the water had lost its warmth I got out, dried my body, slipped into a soft flowing robe, warm slippers and taking my glass with me I climbed into my big comfy bed.

I have had many of my gentlemen readers ask me where I compose my offerings, many, right here, in the warmth and serenity of my bed. 

I picked up my laptop, thank you progress, and I put my thoughts down. A little secret of a rather personal nature, many times I find myself completely aroused as I recall a particular scenario that I simply must close my eyes and relive the experience.  The next time I opened my eyes it was nearly seven in the morning. 

There is nothing quite like a sensual orgasm for a good night's sleep.

I fixed myself a light breakfast, tidied up the kitchen and while sipping my tea I pondered the day before me. 

I decided to make a trip to the market for some things I needed. Today was Tuesday; the weather report was calling for snow this evening so I wanted to make sure I had all the necessities. I made a list, dressed and out the door I went.

Funny, when the forecast suggests that there will be a substantial snow fall you will likely see a member of each family in the market stocking up. So was the case this morning. 

Everyone had baskets full of whatever constituted warmth in their lives. There were coffees, teas, hot chocolates and cookies and breads and just about anything you could imagine you might long for during a snow storm.

Across the counter, I was surprised to see a new face.

"Good morning Fred, stocking up just like the rest of us I see."

"Oh hey Layla, yeah, supposed to be a hell of a storm tonight."

"Yes, good day for a big pot of soup and some crusty bread. Lots of hot chocolate wouldn't hurt. Are you all set with plenty of fire wood if the power goes out?"

"That's one thing you remember when you've grown up here, make sure you have a load of wood ready to go."

My order was ready, so I took my things and started on my way.

"Well, stay warm Fred; see you when the mountain thaws."

"You too Layla keep that fire burning now."

I picked up a few more things and I was back in the car ready to head home. The snow had already begun to fall; this was certainly earlier than had been forecast and it was coming down at a pretty fast clip. 

By the time I got home I barely made it up the driveway and into the garage. 

Safely inside, I set about putting my groceries away.

I started a pot of soup, beef and vegetables; I could make it into a chili later. 

The house was frosty so I started a fire, once it had a nice burn going I went and changed into some warm fleece pajama's and snuggled up on the couch with a cup of hot tea.  There's something so beautiful about falling snow. It has always mystified me to know that not any two snowflakes are exactly the same. Looking out the window it was really coming down and blowing like crazy, there would be huge drifts in only a few hours if this continued.  Almost out of nowhere I saw a pickup turn into the bottom of the hill, trying to make it up the driveway. There was a pretty steep grade coming up to the house. I watched the truck come about halfway up and stop, I was sure the driver couldn't get any traction and was now stuck. I watched the truck try and maneuver back and forth and finally it was clear that this truck was going nowhere fast.

After a few minutes, the lights shut off and the door opened. The driver jumped out and was on the way up to the house. The snow was already pretty deep. I went to the door and just as I opened it the driver reached the small portico. It was Nathan's brother Fred

"Fred, my God, you must be freezing, please come on in, don't worry about your boots, and just come in."

As soon as he cleared the door I shut it tight, the wind was howling and blowing snow all over the place.

"It is really coming down; I think I'm pretty much stuck down there."

He pulled a box out from under his jacket and handed it to me.

"I tried to catch you at the market, you left this on the counter, and I thought I'd drop it off in case it was something you needed. I honestly forgot about the hill up to your house."

I took the box, it was a decadent chocolate pie, okay, sometimes I splurge.

"My God, you must be freezing, take this stuff off and get in here by the fire I'll pour you something hot."

Fred pulled his jacket off, slipped out of his boots and quickly went to stand in front of the blazing fire.

"I tell you what, I forgot about these nor'easter storms. It is frigging coming down and freezing. I don't think I can get out of here my wheels just kept spinning."

I filled his cup to the brim and walked into the living room. He was shaking. I handed him the cup and he had a hard time getting it down he was shivering so badly.

"Listen, you need to get out of those wet clothes. I'll run some hot water in the tub, you get in and warm up, I'll put your things in the dryer and by the time you get warmed up they'll be okay to put back on.'

I think his first instinct was to argue against my suggestion, but seeing how cold he was and listening to his chattering teeth told him it was not a good idea.

I started the tub, and went out to get him. I showed him into the bathroom, told him to put his clothes outside the door and I'd let him know when they were dry. 

Obviously he realized there was no other choice so, in a few minutes the door opened and he dropped his clothes outside. I quickly put them in the dryer and went back to check on him.

"How are you doing, warming up?"

"Yeah, I feel like an idiot, I'm getting the chill off these old bones though so I'm good."

"Okay, well I've got your things in the dryer, they should be ready in about 30 minutes or so. Listen, keep the water nice and warm, I'll throw some more wood on the fire and you'll be warm as toast in no time."

I waited for a reply, but he didn't say anything. I felt kind of bad, what a way to start a new chapter in your life.  I walked back to the living room and looked out the window to see if I could see his truck. The snow was already well above the wheels, it was clear he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.  According to the weather scanner this storm was supposed to drop snow all night into tomorrow morning. The possibility of his being here for a day or two was suddenly a safe bet.

I heard the buzzer on the dryer and went to get his things. They were good and dry and warm. I knocked on the bathroom door and told him I had his clothes for him.

"Okay, thanks, just leave them outside the door."

I placed the clothes on the small table and went back to the kitchen. My soup was bubbling away and I suddenly thought that I needed to feed him. I had plenty of food so that was not a problem. I made some sandwiches and more hot tea and brought them into the living room.

In a few minutes he walked in and the look on his face was kind of cute.

"I am so sorry Layla, I just wanted to drop off your stuff and now I've put you through all this."

I laughed and smiled.

"Listen, I couldn't be happier, tonight at about eleven when I've exhausted all my choices that chocolate pie is all I'll want so, really, thank you."

We both laughed and I told him to sit down and have some hot tea.

"I made some sandwiches, I hope you like good old Ham and Swiss?"

"Happens to be my favorite, really, thanks Layla."

"It looks like this storm has come in stronger than forecasted. The snow is already at the top of your wheels, I don't see how you'll be able to get down the hill or for that matter much of any place. I have a very nice guest bedroom, plenty of food and something a little stronger than tea and cocoa if you like, so why don't you just plan on spending the night or however long it may take until you can safely drive."

I could see the resigned look come over his face.

"I really don't see any other option, I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience, my intention was completely honorable. Layla I left my cell in the truck, could I use your phone to call Nathan and let him know what's going on, I was supposed to stop by there hours ago."

"Oh my God, he must be frantic; yes the phone is right there on the table next to you."

I picked up the dishes and empty cups and left the room to give him some privacy.

Unfortunately, the living room and kitchen were pretty close together so you really couldn't find any privacy even if you were willing to pay for it. I couldn't help but hear his side of the conversation.

"Hey brother, it's me, calm down, I'm fine, I was dropping something off for Layla and got stuck on her driveway, and yeah the big hill, anyway, I can't get out so I'm going to spend the night here at her place."

There were a few minutes of silence.

"Okay, I'll call you when I get home, listen, it may be a day or two, this storm is pounding us and the latest is that it's going to drop more than they originally expected, so if you don't hear from me, I'm fine, I just can't get home. Okay, yeah, stay warm."




An Unexpected Visitor



I filled the cups again and walked back into the room once I was sure he was off the phone.

"Nathan expressed his thanks and said he would come up here as soon as the snow stopped and the roads were passable to dig me out. I'm really sorry Layla; I never expected to get stuck."

"I'm kind of glad you did, this storm is a humdinger, and I'd much rather be here, snowed in with somebody than snowed in alone. I bet you have plenty of stories to tell about your years in the Coast Guard. So listen, relax, let's stay warm and tell you what, why don't you give me a hand in the kitchen, I'm making some chili and you can chop some vegetables for me."

"Now that I can do, I actually like to cook and I'm pretty good, so they tell me."

We spent the next few hours talking about his experiences with the Coast Guard and how much he enjoyed the travel.

"It must have been a hard choice to retire?"

"When you reach a certain age, the choice is made for you. I was able to stay in until I was sixty five but that was the magic exit number. I was ready, I'd spent over forty years in, and I enlisted when I finished college. I didn't want to farm like Nathan, I wanted to travel and see the world, so I did."

"What brought you back here?"

"Well the truth is I got a little lonely, you could say that all the years without a family hit hard when I got out and realized I had no one. Don't get me wrong I had a good life, lots of friends, great times, but I never married, didn't have any kids so there I was, retired and alone."

"Did you say you spent some time in Savannah?"

"I thought I'd stay in Georgia, but the heat got to me. When Nat told me Mr. Maxwell had passed away and his place was on the market I decided to come back, buy it and spend the rest of my years with my family. At my age you make a decision and act on it, you don't know how long you have, so wasting time just doesn't make sense."

"Could I be so bold as to ask just how old you are?"

"Oh, sure, I'll be celebrating my seventy sixth birthday this year."

"Well, I'd say we have to make early plans for a super birthday celebration, I bet you haven't had a birthday party in years?"

"Layla, I'm not much of a party kind of fella, I like quiet and simple."

"I can certainly appreciate that, I'm very much a private person myself, I like all my attentions to be centered around one thing or person at a time, I have never quite seen the benefit of "the more the merrier" seems to me the personal interactions between two people must be so much more intriguing."

"When you've lived on a ship filled with other people you have a new found appreciation for one on one."

"It appears as though the stove must do the rest of the work, how about a cocktail while we wait for the magic to happen. I pretty much have most anything you'd care for, what's your pleasure sailor?"

Fred suddenly blushed and I realized I had just propositioned him.  "I bet you never expected that did you? I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you, I have a sharp tongue and very dry wit, sometimes I have no idea what will come falling out of mouth, forgive me, what would like to drink Sir?"

Fred smiled and said he'd like a scotch, neat, two fingers. Now for those of you who don't enjoy an aged single malt scotch, say a nice 18 year old Macallan, neat is straight no ice, no water,two fingers, about two inches in the bottom of a glass.

I poured Fred as he requested and for me, a little cocktail that was made for me many years ago, Vodka, a splash of cranberry juice and a shot of Chambord, over ice, very comforting, will warm you up before you reach the bottom of the glass, it's a "Layla's Love", try it it's luscious.

Fred and I settled comfortably on the sofa, the snow showed no signs of letting up. 

Here I was, with an attractive, older man sitting on my sofa, in the midst of a major snow storm, with no hopes of it stopping anytime soon and we had yet to speak personally about anything. Either the Vodka was giving me a gentle push or I was just plain curious.

"So, how come you never married?" Do like women, find an attractive woman appealing?"

As soon as the words left my mouth I was just a little embarrassed. He almost choked on his scotch, and when he recovered he just began laughing.

"Yes I find women attractive, I like women Layla, boy you're funny, blunt but very funny."

That was the ice breaker.

"I just never found the woman who could live the life I lived. Most women want the house and the picket fence deal; I lived on a ship and never stayed in one place longer than my orders told me too. What about you, have you ever been married? Do like men Layla, do find men attractive?"

I laughed so hard I swear I just about wet my panties.

"Seriously, how come you never married?"

"Truth is I never took the time to. I was always more interested in my work, when I finished college and opened my own firm it took all my time. And if I were to be completely honest I have a, ummm, how do I say this, I have a thing for older men."

And they say men are the experts in shooting out the one liner.

"Oh really, please tell me more?"

"Well, ever since I was a young woman and had my first relationship I have been solely attracted to much, much older men. I am very fortunate, I have a financially secure life, I don't have to work, my house is paid for and I am pretty much independent. Frankly I don't need nor do I want a husband. I do have some moments where I may be a bit lonely, but, their few and far between and fleeting to say the least. If I had my choice I'd like an older man, to have dinner with once in awhile, and someone to be an escort if I needed one, but all I really want is man who can leave the emotion outside the door and fuck me silly whenever I feel the need."

I should tell you that once the effects of my sweet elixir begin to take hold of me I lose all manner of decorum and actually become extremely open and forthcoming. To put it simply, I turn into a vixen.

I watched his face as I spoke each word; he wasn't surprised or didn't appear to be taken aback by my honesty.

"Well, I have always admired a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid or ashamed of saying it. I have pretty much the same view point. My perspective differs just slightly, in that I've always been of the belief that we, men and women often confuse lust and love. What I mean is, I may want to spend hours fucking you, excuse my bluntness, I think we understand each other so where was I, oh yeah, I have always loved a get down and dirty, a sexy romp between the sheets, loving every minute, but it doesn't mean we have to be in love with each other."

"Fred, I've had the love of my life, he changed my life. No one will ever love me again like that, and truthfully, I know I would never love another man that way. It doesn't mean I don't like men, like being with them, love how they make me feel, I just don't want a man who wants to take my freedom from me. Independence is something I treasure. My life is very full; I have a wonderful family, all the deep feelings of love and being loved. Although I'm a very private person I wouldn't mind a gentleman in my life, for shall I say some sensual erotic adventure now and then?"

I saw a calm come over Fred, he was relaxed and at ease.

"How about I put a few more logs on the fire and you freshen up our drinks, I like this conversation and would like to hear more about how you think and feel."

I liked this man; he was easy to talk with.

Obviously we was like minded and we were comfortable speaking freely and openly with each other. 

The room was almost in darkness; I turned on a small lamp next to the couch and fixed us another cocktail. Fred stoked the fire; put a few good sized logs on and we settled down on the couch to continue our tête-à-tête.

"I remember you as a young girl Layla. The summers were fun weren't they? I can still see you jumping off Mr. Danford's dock into the lake and swim like a fish. Do you still like to swim?"

"I love the water, in the summer I spend a lot of time down at the lake. There a few older gentlemen who enjoy watching me swim around till this very day."

I watched his cheeks blush, then his lips turned up into a smile.

"You have always been easy to look at Layla. So tell me more about your outlook on life and love."

So, he wanted to hear more.

"As I said, I enjoy the company of an older man. I'm a flirt deep in my soul. I like being looked at, gazed at, and thought about. There nothing more sensual than following a man's eyes as he slowly looks over my body. The way his eyes darken as he stops to wonder how it would feel to touch me. How his breathing becomes deeper and slower when he thinks how my body would fit his. Kind of the way you're looking at me right now."

Fred didn't flinch, he didn't show any signs of being uncomfortable or self-conscious, and I'd say he was rather enjoying himself.

"Why don't you come closer and let's see just how you feel?"

I smiled, put my glass down on the table and moved closer to him. I put my arms around his neck and leaned into him. When his lips came closer, in a tease almost, I kissed him. I wanted to taste his mouth, I opened my mouth and he let his tongue creep inside. I tasted the warm sweetness of the scotch he'd been drinking, the heat in his mouth and the tentative way he searched my mouth until he found my tongue. The kiss became more passionate and eager, filled with a deep desire to go further.  "You have a sweet mouth Layla, I like how you respond to me, kissing me like this tells you want more is that true?"

I answered with a licking motion across his mouth. I sucked his lips and kissed him again. I felt his arms grow tighter around me, until I was so close he could feel my breasts against his chest. I moved my body until I was kneeling on the sofa, my arms around his neck, my nipples already stiff and hard just below his lips. The feeling of his teeth grasping a swollen nipple between shot a shock of pleasure down low between my legs.  I released my hold around his neck and moved back, I wanted to see his mouth, holding my nipple and toying with it. He looked up into my eyes as he bit down and he smiled when he heard me moan expressing my delight.

"What sweet tits, your nipples are so hard, you like my biting don't you, tell me?"

"Ohhh yesss, I love it don't stop."

"I have no intention of stopping."

He reached up and filled his hands with my tits, biting each nipple, over and over, relishing the shrieks and moans. When he couldn't wait another minute he pulled my top up and over my arms exposing my tits to his hungry eyes.  "No bra, I like that. I saw your tits bouncing around under this shirt every time you moved. I wanted to rip this thing off and look at these big tits, grab them and stuff my mouth full of these big suck me hard nipples you have."

And he wasted no time in doing just what he wanted. His palms full he raised my nipple to his mouth and closed his lips around it, squeezing his lips tightly and he watched me, looked at my eyes when he began sucking it hard, popping it in and out of his hungry mouth.

"Yesss, like that, I love it hard and tight."

"I can suck these beauties real hard, till you can't stand it anymore and you try and pull away, but I won't stop, I'm a tittie man, I can make your nipples burn and throb just the way you like it."

He didn't stop; my nipples were on fire, so big and hard. The sucking was deep and drove me crazy. He let go of me and put my hands on my tits.

"Bounce your big luscious tits for me Layla, jiggle them up and down, and feed these hot candy red nipples to me."

I did exactly what he wanted. I bounced my round milky orbs up and down in his face. I rubbed my tingling protruding nipples across his mouth and when he tried to latch on to one I pulled it away. When I needed to feel him sucking me I let him have one, in his mouth, his sucking lips and then I plucked it out, wet with his saliva and rubbed it between my fingers moaning and whimpering.

"Ohhh yeah, you know how to tease me with these big tits, just the way I like it."

He pushed my hands down and grabbed my huge tits in his own hands. He sucked back and forth, biting the tender tips, waiting for me to pull back, he wouldn't let go, he just held tighter and sucked harder, bit down until I begged him to stop.

"Now I want something else Layla, I know your sweet cunt is wet, filled with juice and I want that in my mouth."

Suddenly I was on my back, and he was pulling my pants down, over my hips, down my legs until they were off and they were lying on the floor.

He pulled me to the edge of the sofa and spread my legs wide. As he slipped down onto the floor he told me to show him my wet cunt.

I reached down between my legs and separated my wet lips, I pulled back and he took one deep breath and his face was so close.

"You want me to lick this wet pussy don't you, you want to feel my lips grab this big hard clit and suck it real good, tease it with the tip of my tongue, is that what you want, tell me Layla, tell me!"

"Ohhh, fuck yesss, that's what I want, lick my pussy, suck it, that's what I want, now do it!"

I watched him slid his tongue out of his mouth and when he touched my pulsing clit I almost couldn't stand the feeling he stirred in me.

His lips were so soft and he pursed them around the engorged morsel and began sucking. His tongue was teasing the tip and his lips were sucking up and down. He'd let it fall out of his mouth and grab it again, over and over.

"Suck me; suck me nice, you're sooo good, sooo good. Yesss like that, rub my clit with your tongue, just like that, Ohhh my God, I'm cumming, suck me, I'm cumming now."

Fred didn't disappoint me. His manipulations and willingness to do as I asked, no begged, brought me to a powerful finish. 

The wicked rising and falling waves of pleasure were undoubtedly prolonged by his refusal to let me go. His gripping lips held onto to my throbbing piece of sweet candy, until I pleaded for his release. Much to his regret he acquiesced and allowed me to regain whatever small spark of self-control I could find. I watched Fred get up off his knees and standing over me he began to speak.

"Layla, you are quite a woman. I don't mind saying, in all honesty, and with deep respect, that you have perhaps the sweetest pussy I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. Looking at you now, lying there, those delectable tits, rising and falling, the wetness seeping out of your sugar pot, glistening lips and open thighs I would like nothing more than to fuck the living daylights out of you."

Never one to turn away from such an invitation, I simply smiled and reached out to the man. I unbuckled his belt, opened the single button on his jeans, found the tab and pulled the zipper down. 

I looked up and when I saw a broad smile materialize across his face I continued.

I reached into his pants and felt for his cock, it was quite hard and sprang out into the open. I was instantly aroused, in my hand was a truly magnificent specimen of stiff hard cock. Fred was a very, very fortunate man, and I was about to be given the privilege and distinct pleasure of feeling that huge instrument fill me with delight.

Although I could feel the wetness between my legs, I wanted to feel the man in my mouth, my warm wet mouth. 

I lifted his cock in my hand and held it while I licked it from top to bottom. I hovered over the swollen head and then slowly engulfed it in my greedy lips. I gently sucked up and down, stopping only to bring him in deeper on every pass. When he felt the back of my throat, he pulled away.

He offered his hand and when I placed mine in his he pulled me to my feet.

"I want to see every inch of me slid inside you. Get up on the table and spread your legs nice and wide."

The table he was referring to was my dining table. He helped me up, lifting me by my waist.  "Now put your pretty feet up on the table and scoot your sweet fuck me cunt right down here on the edge, yeah, just like that."

I was lying on my own table and it appeared as though I was to be the main course. Fred moved between my legs with his monster in his hand and began rubbing my pussy up and down; I could hear the wetness as it moved over me.

"You are one fantastic piece of pure sex. Now, it's time to finish what we started."

He stepped the tiniest bit closer and I felt the first soft touch.

"Yeah, that's my cock woman, I can see it sliding into that wet pussy, inch by inch, and you feel it don't you? Your lips are spread now Layla, I'm half way home, just a little deeper, oh, your sweet cunt is just pulling me in deep. Here we go."

The feeling of his hard cock slowly filling me up was so sensual, so erotic, mesmerizing, I tightened my pussy and he drove way in, deep, so deep. 

He took his time, in and out, stopping and plunging, a few fast furious thrusts and out again, he was driving me insane.

"Look at your big tits, bouncing all over, driving me crazy. That sugar candy is staring right at me Layla; I think I should rub it just a little like this."

His fingers rolled over my tender puffed up clit and he began pulling on it, up and down, I was screaming, it felt so fucking good, I was doing everything I could to hold on, when he plunged deep into me and began fucking me hard and fast, rolling my button round and round I couldn't stop it.

"That's it, now we're fucking aren't we, feel that, you want it hard don't you, deep and fast, well here it comes"

He grabbed my knees and held them apart as he pounded in and out of me. I was moaning, pleading with him to go faster, harder.

Ahhhh faster, fuck me harder, yesss, like that, ohhh, are you ready, do it now, now, fuck me hard let me cum!"

"Squeeze your pussy tight, yeah, now fuck me hard Layla, yesss, here it is, all the hot cum you want."

I felt him jerk inside me and then the shots against my cervix, he was so deep and I was so insane with the pleasure I just pounded against him, he met me all the way. 

I couldn't catch my breath; I was reeling, moving all over the table until I felt him slow down, and stop moving. He was still buried deep inside me when he fell forward over me. I few more thrusts in and out and then finally I felt him pull out and find his breath again.

"You might just be the cause of my sudden demise."

He lifted his body up and took my face in his hands, covering me with soft kisses. I was smiling as he moved his hands down and lifted my nipples to his mouth, I watched him suck and kiss each one and when he backed away and pulled me up he took me in his arms and hugged me so tight he took my breath away.

"How about a shower and some dinner, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna need all the strength I can find if this snow storm is going to keep me here for a day or two."

We laughed and headed to the shower, I hoped it would never stop snowing.

The shower was so soothing. The water was hot and it felt good running down over us. We washed each other, kissed here and there, laughed and admitted we were starving. 

My daddy had left some warm sweat pants and shirts here and I dug them out and Fred put them on. I slipped into a pretty fleece robe and some warm slippers combed my hair and we went to the kitchen.

What surprised me the most was how completely comfortable we were with each other. We were almost strangers, and yet there was no awkwardness. 

We got dinner together and sat down at the table we had just fucked our brains out on and started eating.

"Well, this is very tasty, not quite as tasty as you but good."

I laughed; I don't remember being compared to chili before.

"You can drive me wild little lady, I had all I could do not to throw you up against the shower wall and have at you."




An Unexpected Visitor



"There is never a bad time to make love old man."

"Layla, it's because I am an old man that you even thought about it. How many of us old guys have you put in the grave? I'm fooling with you. Right now, I'm thanking God almighty that I'm an old man and that you have such a thing for anybody old enough to collect social security. Is there an age requirement?"

"To be perfectly honest, if you weren't at least seventy two I would have never even considered it. Seriously, I have never been attracted to younger men. As far back as I can remember I have always been drawn to older men. My father and mother married very late in life, it was my father's second marriage and they didn't think they would have children. My father had a daughter, my sister Barbra, from another marriage, his first wife died very young. By the time I came along, and what a surprise I was, Barbra was already gone so I essentially grew up as an only child. I was always around adults. My Daddy was a college professor and all his friends and family were much older than the other kid's parents. I liked books and music and never had an interest in what the other kids were doing. Wow, I'm babbling on here."

"No, I'm really interested. I remember you as a young girl, always off by yourself. I also noticed how much you weren't like a girl at all. You had a body that wouldn't quit and a mind that put most adults to shame. I always wondered what actually became of you."

"I had a very happy life. I traveled, read books, listened to music and always liked being alone. I was nineteen when I met Tony, and a virgin. He excited me and the rest as they say is history."

"Can I ask how old he was?"

"He was seventy eight years young. He was what love was meant to be."

I was suddenly becoming melancholy and I didn't want to change the atmosphere.

"Enough of that, do you like Hot Buttered Rum?"

I think he understood my reluctance to continue along that path and smiled and said he thought that would be a marvelous treat.

We gathered the ingredients, went into the kitchen and in a very few minutes we were back on the sofa, sipping the sweet elixir and laughing again.

"So, now you live here year round is that right?"

"Yes, I just made the move this past fall. I'd been spending more and more time here, I love this house and the town, and the people so I made the move and have been so glad I did. I forgot how much like "Northern Exposure" this place really is. There is always something going on and as I said I adore all the eccentric personalities. That's funny; I guess my own eccentricities fit right in. Say, how about some music?" 

I didn't wait for an answer, I was already up and turning on the computer.

"I thought you were putting music on?"

"Yes, I subscribe to an online music library, you choose a particular artist and they create a station with that genre. I love Ella Fitzgerald, the cool jazz of the 40's and 50's. The library makes a collection of all those old and new renditions and plays nonstop."

Within seconds the sweet soulful Miss Ella was singing.  "Spring Can Really Hang You Up the Most".

"Ummm, that's really nice; I can see why you love it. It fits you Layla, just like this house, this town, it all fits you. I've known a lot of women in my life but I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you."

"I know what I want, and don't want. I like men, older men, if that makes me different, so be it. Sometimes I think I'm a holdover from the sixties, you know free love and all that. Someone once told me I have an old soul. Do like to dance, I would love to dance."

"Then let's dance."

Nina Simone was singing "Smile", slow and sultry. Fred took me in his arms and we danced slow and sexy, barely moving our feet. The rum was taking me over, and it made me feel very warm. The music was perfect, the man was perfect and the snow was falling.  "You feel good Layla, soft and warm in my arms. I'm going to kiss you."

I raised my mouth to meet his and the kiss was sensual, slow, and sweet. I felt his mouth open and this time our tongues explored, tasting each other. 

He turned me around and I could feel his hands touching me, circling over my hips, my waist, slow and easy. I leaned against him and felt him in the small of my back. He kissed my neck, his mouth was warm and his tongue licked my skin as his hands felt my breasts. This was so different than this afternoon, this man was making love to me and I wanted him. 

He opened the buttons on my robe and reached inside cupping his palms under my breasts. His hands caressed me, felt me and held me. 

The fingers that found my nipples rolled them softly and I was on fire. He pulled my robe off and reached down between my legs, wanting to feel me, touch me. He moaned in my ear when he felt the wetness, and he couldn't wait any longer.

"Layla, lie down here on the rug."

I watched him slip out of his clothes and crawl on top of me. My legs were open, inviting him in and when he took me in his arms he found the way slipping gently inside me. 

This was easy and the feeling was sweet and erotic. We moved against each other, and felt the urges grow.  "You feel so good; you're so wet and warm."

He felt me tightened around him and meet him just a little faster, he thrust into me just a little deeper.

Rosemary Clooney was singing "Lover Man" and it was all we needed.

The passion was building and we looked into each other's eyes and the fervor was taking over. 

The moving was deliberate and firm, deep and deeper, and when I raised my legs and put them around his hips he knew what I wanted and he gave it to me, all of it. 

The feeling in my groin was powerful and he was in perfect rhythm with me. The sensation was so damn good, we just moved until the pure throbbing pleasure reached the point of no stopping and we came together in unadulterated unabated bliss.

Dorothy Dandridge was singing, 

"What Is There To Say"



An Unexpected Visitor



She leaned back in her chair and let her hand slide down into her pajama bottoms. Feeling her warm pussy against her fingertips she imagined a nameless man kissing up her leg and running his tongue warm and soft between her pussy lips. Her other hand unbuttoned her top and cupped one of her breasts, gently massaging the nipple.

She had been in the chatroom for a half hour and it was very active. Two men had been vying for her attention since she entered and now she had just described to one the feel of his cock in her mouth while the other was turning her on with a vivid description of his mouth caressing her pussy. 

She had been experimenting with the adult swinger's site for a few weeks now and in that time found herself in front of her keyboard masturbating more and more. She had tried dating locally, but since she had moved to this sleepy Vermont town her options had been frustrating to say the least. A friend back home suggested the site, at the very least as an outlet for the pent up sexual urges that had grown since coming to this isolated location. Her girlfriend had chatted with a few men online, and met one for what she described as a liberating experience; the whole thing sounded intriguing so she promised her friend she would at least look at it.

At 42 years old she had never married, never wanted children, and now wanted to explore a side of her sexuality she had been hesitant to explore before. She knew she was attractive, her friends were continuously telling her how beautiful she was. At 5'3" she had a tone body, soft curves and a perfect ass, and because she never breastfed her breasts were still a firm and perky B cup. A little more than a handful as they had been described to her with medium sized areolas and unusually sensitive nipples. Men were often mistaking her for being years younger than she actually was.

Now, as she fingered herself, reading in the words of a stranger how he was pushing his hot cock deep inside her, she wanted nothing more than to feel the real thing. Shared fantasies with multiple partners, knowing men were stroking their cocks and thinking of her, the thought of a man's shaft warm and thick in her hands as she ran her lips over the soft tip, she was more than horny and wanted to fuck badly.

She closed her eyes and envisioned herself lying back with two men kissing, caressing and fondling her body, a cock in her pussy and one in her hand, and her writhing in ecstasy. Her fingers slipped deeper inside as she massaged her breast firmly and finger fucked herself, moaning softly as the hint of orgasm began to grow. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

Startled she quickly buttoned her shirt and made her way out of her bedroom to the front door. Who could be ringing her bell? The closest house was about a quarter of a mile away and she didn't expect visitors. One of the reasons why she chose this house was to not be disturbed. She wanted solitude to follow her passions as a writer, and the outskirts of this quiet town at the base of the mountain was ideal. Now she peered through the peephole to see a young man, soaked and shivering in the pouring rain on her doorstep.

He was drenched to the core. Earlier that day he had taken off from his home in Western Massachusetts on his way to meet his friend in Vermont. His friend and his girlfriend had rented a small house in the mountains for the weekend and had asked him to join them. His initial plan was for Saturday, but his boss was in good spirits and let them leave the job site early, so after going home for a quick shower and to pack a light overnight bag, he was on his way to surprise his friend. The weather was warm though the sun had nearly set, with few clouds; nice for a New England evening in early October. But as he made his way towards the state border it became more overcast.

When he reached the state line it had begun to rain, and less than a half hour ago the sky opened up, making visibility in the gathering darkness near impossible. He heard a bang and his car suddenly veered off the road and settled beside the brush at the edge of the surrounding forest. He got out to check and found he had blown his rear tire. He had no flashlight in the car, and with the torrential rain and smothering darkness he decided to walk the empty road until he found a house and hopefully a kind soul to help him. He slipped and fell in the mud not once, but twice as he made his way back onto the road to begin his walk through the dark. Now, filthy, shivering and cold, he rang the doorbell of the first house he came to, just under a half mile away.

She opened the door slightly and looked out at the stranger. She found herself looking at what she later described as a gorgeous young man. He was soaked to the bone, his muddied white T-shirt clinging to his body and revealing every curve of his tone muscles. Her eyes trailed down his chest, over his tight abs, and then back up to his face. Crystal blue eyes looked back at her. His cheekbones were high and his face masculine. Locks of his sandy brown hair clung to his forehead, rain dripping from his chin and nose. She suddenly realized she was staring at him, so she composed herself and asked "Can I help you?"

After a brief explanation she invited him out of the cold. She knew it was potentially dangerous to welcome a stranger into her home, but she couldn't let him stay out in the storm, it wasn't in her nature. He introduced himself as James. "Lily," she said and shook his hand. "Your hands are so cold, you must have been out in the storm for a while." Her mind was whirling. 'Where did this guy come from? Just when I was lost in a fantasy and wanting so badly to have some sexy man to take advantage of the universe dumps one cold and wet on my doorstep.' 

She told him the car could wait and the first thing he needed to do was to get out of those wet clothes and into a hot shower. He took off his sneakers and socks and, leaving them by the door, he followed her down the hall and through her bedroom to her bathroom. As they passed her desk she noticed him glance at her computer screen. 'Crap!' she thought, 'I forgot to close my laptop.' She was sure he saw the chat room she had only a few moments before been masturbating to. She quickly led him past into the bathroom. 

"The showers in there, just leave your clothes by the door and I'll wash them for you. I don't think I have anything that will fit you, but you can use my robe so at least you'll have something until your clothes are dry. While you're doing that I'll get you a towel."

He thanked her and she quickly went to her computer and logged out of the chat room. She felt embarrassed at first but then thought 'What if he's into that? This could be interesting if I play my cards right.'

She went out into the hall to get a towel from the linen closet. As she was grabbing the towel she heard the shower start. She couldn't believe there was a hot, naked man in her shower! A few minutes before she was rubbing her wet pussy wishing she could feel a man's cock in her mouth, and now this beautiful young man is naked in her house. She went back to the bathroom to find the door slightly open and his clothes piled just inside the threshold.

"I've got your towel." She heard him thank her for all she was doing for him. Tossing the towel onto the countertop by the sink she edged the door open a little wider and bent down to get his clothes. As she picked up his clothes she looked into the mirror. From where she was she could see his naked body just behind the glass shower door. She stopped and watched. Standing sideways she could see him soaping up his body, his hands running over his chest and down around what was a very nice size cock. She watched the suds drip down the shaft and off the tip as they cascaded from his upper body. Turning he exposed his entire front and she could only think of how she wanted to kiss and caress her way over his shoulders and chest, down his stomach, and lick slowly the length of his cock. She looked at his face but his eyes were closed, he appeared not to notice her there in the mirror. He turned and she saw the strength of his back and his firm, sexy ass. She took one last long look and hurried his clothes to the washer.

As she loaded the washer she took his phone and his wallet out of his pants. Looking at his license it said he was indeed where he said he was from. She gave a little sigh of relief. After all he could have been lying to her the whole time. He still may be she thought, but now she had a stronger feeling he was telling the truth. Looking at his birthday she realized he was only 24. 'Oh my God,' she thought, 'he's almost 20 years younger than me!'

Thinking of how she had a hot younger man in her shower suddenly made her feel like a real cougar. Oh how she wanted to climb on him and slide her pussy down over his thick cock. She let her hand glide its way into her pajamas and felt how wet her pussy had gotten. She wanted to go back in there and join him in the shower and feel him run his hands over her back and hips and ass as he pulled her against his naked skin, feeling his cock press against her belly and her nipples brush against his chest. She wanted so badly to feel his cock pulsing inside her.

She finished loading the wash and went into her room to find her long robe. As she passed the bathroom door she stopped again to take another quick look. He was in the shower facing the mirror. He was washing his hair and face so she didn't think he could see her staring. His hands glided down to his cock and he began to caress and play with it. She watched as he lathered it up and began to stroke it slowly. He let it go to wash the soap from his face and she saw how he had gotten hard, his cock now almost fully erect and what she thought to be about eight inches long. Gliding his hand up and down the shaft he began to tease himself, then almost as quickly as he began he turned, rinsing his hair and body off. Startled that he may have seen her watching she quickly moved to her closet and got her robe. The water turned off and she heard him step out. Laying the robe on the bed she called to him to let him know it was there and that she would be in the living room when he was done.

He closed his eyes and let the hot water pour over his body, the chill from the walk in the storm quickly melting away. Less than a half hour ago he was helpless on the side of the road and nearly drowning from the downpour, now he was in a beautiful woman's shower and marveling at the way fate can turn. She was incredible. Auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, beautiful brown eyes looking from her lovely face, and a sensuous petite body. He followed her movements with his eyes as she led him barefoot down the hall. The gentle sway of her sexy hips, her pajamas hugging the curve of her ass. When she turned to him he could see the outline of her breasts and her nipples firm pushing against the cotton of her button down pajama top. He tried to sneak a peek through the gap between the buttons, seeing the creamy color of her tone belly just before she turned away.

He wanted so badly to unbutton that shirt and slide his hands inside, up her sides and cup the sides of her breasts, caressing them before kneeling down and kissing her belly. Then, hooking his fingers in the waistband of her pajamas, slide them down and run a soft tongue between her legs and over her clit. He wanted so much to taste her, to feel her pussy wet on his lips, and to circle his tongue over her sweet spot. He wanted her to run her fingers through his hair and press his face against her as he enjoyed the feel of her smooth and wet on his all too willing mouth.

Now, naked in her shower, he heard her toss a towel onto the counter across the small room. She told him to leave his clothes by the door and he had purposely left the door ajar. He didn't want to get his dirty clothes on the rug of her bedroom, so he left them by the open door for her to reach. But more importantly he was hoping she would peek her head in and catch a glimpse of him in her shower.

When she brought him in her bedroom on the way to the bathroom he couldn't help but notice her computer screen open to an adult chat room. It was the same chat room his friend had told him to check out, the one his friend had met his new girlfriend through. They were both looking for a relationship where they could explore sexual possibilities and the adult site was perfect for that. His friend's girlfriend was the one who suggested he come join them that weekend, and he was assuming she had a friend for him to meet who was also interested in sexual exploration.

Seeing this woman was on the same site really got his mind going. 'Is she curious about promiscuous sex? Is she open to explore her sexual side? And most importantly, would she take advantage of a younger guy naked in her shower?'

He heard her begin to pick up his clothes from the floor, but then there was a pause. Was she looking? If she was he wanted to give her a nice look. He turned to face forward and closed his eyes, his body completely exposed for her to see. He didn't want her to see him notice her, so he kept his eyes closed and hoped she was there watching. He turned and exposed his other side and imagined her looking him up and down. A moment later he heard her footsteps move across the bedroom and down the hall. He couldn't be sure, but he was almost positive she did look, and it turned him on to no end.

He began to wonder how she would react to any advances he might try to make. She was kind enough to let him in and help him, he didn't want to screw all that up by saying the wrong things and making her uncomfortable. There was the possibility that she may want to fuck him, there was also the possibility that he could end up back in the cold and rain if he did the wrong thing. He decided it would be best to behave and follow her lead.

As he felt the warm water cascading over his skin his mind kept coming back to the fact that she had taken his clothes and left him naked in her house. Of course she wanted him to get warm and clean up, he was a wet mess at the door, but she was very willing to let him into her house and help him without knowing a thing about him. Maybe she was hoping for something else. After all she was obviously chatting on a sex site before she let him in. He also couldn't help but notice the way she looked him up and down not only when she let him in, but also before she showed him to the shower. Maybe there could be more.

He imagined her undressing in the bathroom in front of the shower, watching him through the glass as she slipped out of her pajamas and opened the shower door. Stepping in with him, standing close, running her gentle hands over his chest. Looking up at him provocatively, then sliding down his body until she knelt before him, his cock brushing the side of her face. Her hands grasping his cock and stroking it slowly, leaning in to lick up and down the shaft. Then gliding her mouth over the tip and sliding him in, warm and soft with her tongue circling the head.

Gripping his cock he started to stroke up and down the shaft, using the shampoo to lubricate as he teased and played with himself, and thinking all the while of her blowing him expertly. He wanted to feel her take him in her mouth, to feel his cock swell as she sucked hard and slow. His cock began to stiffen and he closed his eyes and let the feeling run through his body. He almost got lost in the fantasy, but stopped. He had been in the shower long enough; she was certain to be wondering what was taking him so long. He turned and rinsed off the last of the soapy water before turning off the shower and stepping out to towel dry. He heard her in the bedroom telling him the robe was on the bed and again he wondered if she saw him, and, if so, was she turned on?

"Would you like a glass of wine James?" she called to him. She got up and went to the kitchen. 

"Sure," he called back, "that would be great." She opened the bottle at the counter and went to the cupboard to get two glasses. He was in her bedroom now, putting her winter robe over his tone, naked body. She thought of his skin rubbing against the cotton and knew that every time from now on that she wore it she would think of his body. Soon she would be sharing a bottle of wine with him, with nothing but that robe covering him.

She thought for a moment, deciding she wanted to give him a light tease. After all she did spy on him in the shower. The least she could do was give him a little flash of her tits. She unbuttoned her shirt a little more. Now it just barely covered her, exposing most of her breasts. She knew if she leaned forward he would be able to see everything. The thought of teasing him excited her.

Taking the glasses in one hand she grabbed the bottle and turned the corner to enter the living room. At the same time he began down the hall from the bedroom towards her. She stopped and drank in the sight of him. The robe was tight and his chest was only partially covered. His shoulders bulged through the material, and his arms filled the sleeves. The bottom of the robe came to just below his knees and the opening was pinned together at the waist, the belt tied off to the side. As he walked she could see the robe open between his legs and close with each step, just a few inches below his cock. The outline of his cock was clear, pressed tightly against the fabric. He didn't look foolish in her robe like she thought he might, he looked damn sexy.

"Thank you for letting me borrow this" he said, gesturing to the robe.

"My pleasure" she said. "We can't have you walking around here naked." In truth she was thinking of the opposite.

She set the glasses down on the coffee table along with the wine and gestured for him to sit beside her. He moved to the couch and sat down, the robe sliding open to reveal his inner thigh. She looked down and saw his bare skin, with his cock resting just out of sight. She wanted so much to lean over and slide her hand under the robe and close it over his shaft, feeling him soft and warm in her palm, her fingers rolling and massaging until he began to swell. Watching the head of his cock grow and the pre-cum glisten at the tip before she leaned in and licked it off with the tip of her tongue.

Pouring the wine she turned to offer him his glass, bending forward for him to get a clear look down her shirt. In the moments pause he was able to see the entire contour of her breasts, the nipples and areolas. The thought of caressing them played through his mind, taking them into his mouth and running his tongue over her nipples, feeling her smooth soft skin on his lips. He looked up, worried she would notice him staring, but she didn't seem to notice, or if she did it seemed she didn't care. The light scent of her perfume hung before him for a moment as he took the glass, feeling her fingers brush his before she let go.

Lily sat beside him on the couch, curling her legs under herself and leaning an arm over the back to turn and face him. This moved her top and revealed her left breast slightly. She smiled, noticing his eyes drawn down to her chest. "So you were on your way to visit a friend. I hope he won't miss you for a few hours. I really don't think you should attempt to fix your tire at least until the storm has passed." She took a sip of her wine and watched him settle back into the couch.

"I really appreciate this," James said. "I don't know what I would have done without your help. I hope I'm not keeping you from anything." His mind went back to the chat room she had been looking at. Sex was on her mind before he showed up. But how much on her mind, and was she still thinking about it now?

"It's fine," she said. "It's much nicer to have company than to be alone." She wanted a man badly before he suddenly appeared. The want to fuck was so strong earlier she was going crazy with desire. The thought of a stiff cock to ride, a sexy body to play with, someone to kiss and caress her and make her cum. She sipped her wine and marveled at the turn of events the evening had produced.




An Unexpected Visitor



"Are your friends going to miss you?" She asked. 

"No, they don't expect me until tomorrow. I was going to surprise them."

"You may as well spend the night," she said. "It's too dark and miserable out there for you to be trying to get your car going. You'd just end up frustrated and cold all over again. I can get you a blanket after we finish the wine and you can spend the night on my couch."

He thanked her again and they began to make small talk, commenting on the suddenness of the storm and the way things have a way of working out. She was feeling very comfortable with him, and he was feeling blessed to have such a beautiful woman take so kindly to him. By the second glass the wine was warming them up and James felt his inhibitions fading.

He leaned in to kiss her, but in doing so the wine jumped from the edge of his glass and spilled onto her pajamas. Apologizing profusely he stood up quickly to try to find something to clean it with. In the awkwardness of the moment the robe he was wearing loosened and opened, with him leaning over her in an attempt to somehow clumsily wipe the wine off her lap. She looked straight ahead and found his cock a few feet from her face. In the brief moment the image of his cock froze in her mind, at least 2 inches thick, nice and long, so close she could reach out and feel it. Her first thought was to lean in and welcome it into her mouth.

Grabbing the robe he pulled it closed. Embarrassed he stammered an apology. She stopped him, putting a hand on his knee. "It's okay, accidents happen. Let me get something to clean this up with." She sat him down and went into the kitchen to get some paper towels. Turning the corner she put her hands to her mouth. 'Oh my God,' she thought, 'I was so close to reaching out and grabbing him!' Kicking herself for not taking advantage of the sudden opportunity she picked up a roll of paper towels and headed back into the room.

"I am so embarrassed." He told her.

"Nonsense, these things happen. And from what I see you have nothing to be embarrassed about." She gave him a sly smile that almost made him blush. "Here you take these and try to clean up anything that may have gotten on the couch, I'm going to go change."

He took the paper towels but none of the wine had reached the couch. The majority of it had gotten all over her. Watching her go to her room he felt like kicking himself for being such a fool. His chance had come and he blew it.

She came back out wearing a long white T-shirt and no bottoms. His jaw dropped. The shirt came down and covered her hips, leaving her smooth, sexy legs exposed. It clung to her sides and showed off her hourglass figure. Her breasts were held tightly by the cotton, the impression of her nipples begging to be seen. She was carrying a blanket which she handed to him with a smile.

"Here," she said," you can use this. I'm going to bed. There's a half bathroom at the end of the hall before my room if you need it. I'll leave the lights dimmed so you can see your way around." She touched him softly on the arm. "And don't worry, everything's fine." With that she turned and made her way to her bedroom.

He watched her go. Her sexy hips gently swaying with each step. Her nude legs beautiful, lightly tan and sensuous. Just before she entered her room she lifted her arms and stretched, her shirt rising to reveal cotton panties covering her perfect ass.

He took off the robe and laid on the couch, covering himself with the blanket. The image of her stretching at the end of the hall was burned in his mind. 'I want her so badly,' he thought. Her petite waist hugged by the white cotton shirt, the curvature of her hips, the easy sexy sway as her body moved effortlessly down the hall. The catlike stretch before she entered her room. She was gorgeous. Her arms extended almost playfully over her head, pulling her shirt, revealing her beautiful ass cupped by those tight cotton panties. He thought of following her into her room, bending her over the bed and sliding his cock up deep inside her tight, wet pussy. Feeling her ass press against his hips as he ran his hands across her lower back. Her swollen pussy enveloping his thick shaft. The thought was both arousing and frustrating. He couldn't keep his mind from the thought of her gorgeous perfect body.

He lay sleepless for over an hour. He couldn't shut his mind off. Being just down the hall from her, her door half ajar, her half naked and him completely, the sexual tension his mind was creating was overwhelming. He got up. Wrapping the blanket around his body he silently crept to her bedroom door and peered inside.

There he found her lying on her side, her back facing him. She didn't bother to get under the covers, instead she lay on top of them with her hands tucked under her chin and her legs curled up slightly. Her shirt was pulled up past her hips leaving her panties fully exposed. She seemed to be sleeping soundly. He stood there, contemplating going in and joining her on the bed. Sliding up naked next to her and wrapping his arm around her. He imagined her waking and turning to kiss him, letting him cup her breast and gently massage her with his hand. Her ass pressing against his growing cock, warm and soft. Then he thought better. If she wanted nothing to do with him he would be out in the cold or worse, arrested. She had been so good to him, he didn't want to press his luck. Instead he made his way back to the couch.

He had to release this sexual tension. Pushing the blanket down past his hips he closed his eyes and grabbed his cock. Kneading and rubbing it with his hand, feeling it thicken in his grip, he began to imagine Lily climbing on top of him. Pulling her panties to the side, holding his cock firmly, he imagined her pressing the head against her pussy and pushing down over him. Inch by inch edging downward until his stiff, throbbing penis was pulsing deep inside her. He relaxed and let his imagination take over.

Lily lay on her bed contemplating. She had teased him by wearing just the T-shirt and panties, and she hoped it made him as horny as she was right now. Since before he had gotten there she had sex seriously on her mind. Now she lay in bed alone, wondering if it wouldn't have been a better idea to invite him into her bed. She was torn. She still didn't know this guy. What if he became aggressive and she lost control of the situation. Her mind was telling her to be cautious but her pussy was telling her otherwise, and she began to realize her pussy was winning.

She thought she heard something in the hallway. She lay very still and listened. The sound of James moving about in the living room caught her ear. It sounded as if he had been moving about and now settled back onto the couch. 'What if he was trying to steal something?' she wondered. She relaxed. 'Impossible,' she thought, 'I still have all his clothes held hostage in the wash. Where would he put anything?' Still she wanted to be sure.

She quietly slid out of bed and crept to her doorway. From there she saw a sight that would live in her memory. James had pulled the blanket nearly off and he was working a very stiff cock with both hands. One hand cupped his balls, massaging them while the other stroked the length of his shaft. From where she was she could see a glistening from the pre-cum at the tip of the swollen head. He took his fingers and rubbed the pre-cum over the head, teasing and playing with it while his other hand slowly glided up and down the length of his beautiful penis. It was perfect. Clean shaven, long and thick but not overly so, just right for both reaching deep up inside her pussy and filling her mouth without difficulty. She watched intently as he began to stroke faster.

Tone abs contracted as he lifted his hips up slightly, gripping his cock harder. She could tell he was really working himself towards an ecstatic climax. Sexual desire rising she moved her hand down between her legs and gently rubbed her pussy through her panties. Her other hand cupped her breast and teased her sensitive nipple through the cotton shirt. Standing in the shadows of her doorway she watched as his body stiffened and his hips thrust upward. A thick stream of cum erupted from the head of his cock not once, but twice, landing on his tone stomach. He let out a moan as he slowly worked the last of his cum from his throbbing penis. Staring intently as cum dripped down over his fingers and glistened on his naked body, she thought of licking it off, tasting the salty sweetness as she trailed her tongue over his warm skin.

He reached over and grabbed the roll of paper towels off the coffee table. Tearing off a handful he started to wipe cum off his stomach. She found the sight mesmerizing. The way he gently scooped the cum to the center of his belly, carefully stopping it from running off him onto the couch. The slow intention of his movements, the way he spread it over his abs before he wiped it from his body. He gripped his cock and squeezed the last drops from the tip, rubbing them with his fingertips into his skin. It made her want to feel his hot cum on her skin, to play with it with the tips of her fingers and spread it over her body.

She made her way back to her bed. Laying on her back she slid her panties down and tossed them on the floor. Rubbing her fingers between her pussy lips and over her clit she imagined him on top of her, filling her with his beautiful cock. As she neared orgasm she knew she was going to fuck him; before she let him leave she was going to climax on his cock and feel his cum warm on her skin. (To be continued...)



An Unexpected Visitor Ch. 02



Lily woke early the next morning. The sun filled her room and bathed it in a warm glow. She felt refreshed. Rising from her bed she made her way quietly down the hall. James lay on the couch, still sleeping. The blanket draped across his lower body, she could see his tone chest rise and fall gently with each breath. Her eyes trailed down his tight stomach, following the contours of the muscles down to his lower waist. The blanket rested over his hips, low below his abdomen. She followed the contour of his cock through the blanket with her eyes and toyed with the thought of pulling the blanket off him as he slept. Crouching down beside him and running her hands over his legs, studying his penis as he lay there sleeping. Following the length of his shaft with her eyes, over his circumcised head and back down to his balls. Picturing her hand sliding up and cupping them, feeling the weight of them in her palm, then gliding her hand over his thick shaft.

She leaned over and brushed his arm, letting her hand rest on his firm bicep. Shaking him gently he stirred, opening his sleepy eyes and stretching his arms over his head. His muscles contracting with his movements.

His head turned and his eyes rested on her bare legs, the white cotton shirt coming down to cover just inches below where her soft pussy lay. Looking up he found her smiling back at him. 

"Good morning sleepyhead," she said. "I hope you had nice dreams." She thought back to the sight of him cumming and her body tingled. 

"Yes," he replied, "very nice."

"I'm making coffee if you'd like some." Before he could answer she turned and headed for the kitchen.

He lifted himself up onto his elbow and turned to watch her enter the kitchen. Her thin, sensuous body swaying lightly with each delicate step, she turned the corner and headed towards the cabinets by the stove. From the angle he was looking he was able to follow her every move. Reaching up to open the cabinets her shirt rose to reveal the lower half of her bare, perfect ass. Standing on her tippy-toes she pulled the coffee from the top shelf, her shirt raising just a little higher. Lily felt a gentle exhilaration flush through her as she exposed herself. She put the coffee on the counter and, after a moment's pause, pulled her shirt down slowly.

As she filled the coffeemaker and readied the mugs she thought of how he must be staring at her. Teasing him the way she did by letting her shirt sneak up her waist excited her more than she imagined it would. She could feel a subtle sexual energy flood through her body. Pouring the coffee, then placing the pot back on the burner she turned and made her way slowly, deliberately back to the couch. Conscious of the subtle sway of her hips, the softness of her footsteps, she watched his eyes drinking her in. 

The curve of her breasts held tightly by the white cotton shirt, the excitement of her arousal showing itself by her firm nipples, the gentle rock of her hips as they swayed back and forth with each step; he sat up and followed her with his eyes as she handed him his mug and sat down beside him.

The two of them, sitting closer than they had been the night before, him with the blanket draped loosely over his lap and she with her shirt riding up and barely covering her legs, filled the space with a static sexual excitement. 

She ran a playful finger along the muscles of his arm. "I know it was terrible at the time, but I'm glad you found your way to my doorstep last night."

She turned to face him, and her shirt rose up to her waist, leaving her lower half fully exposed. Reaching over she lifted the blanket back with her fingertips, releasing his rising cock. Her playful eyes looked up into his and she smiled.

Leaning in he held her face and kissed her, his lips brushing over hers, softly at first, then firmer, mouths opening as he drew her in. Her eyes closed, she felt his tongue touch hers, brushing tip to tip before pushing further inside. She let her lips close over his tongue and sucked gently, feeling him smooth and warm in her mouth before letting go and filling his mouth with hers. Her arms glided over his shoulder as she lifted her body and pulled herself closer.

Climbing on top of him she straddled his lap and held herself over his body. She let her hands glide over his chest as she kissed him, her fingers dancing over his skin. The sensation of his hand on her pussy sent a shiver through her body and she let herself succumb to pleasure as his fingers parted her flesh. As he worked his finger back and forth between her pussylips, sliding it in and out of her smooth and gently, her body began to well up with euphoric sensation. 'My God,' she thought, 'he's going to make me cum with just his finger!'

Her hand gripped his cock as she steadied herself with her other against his shoulder. Moving her hips in rhythm with his strokes she began to do the same with his cock. Gasping she put her head on his chest and let the intensity well up throughout her body. The feeling of his penis swelling in her hands made her want him in her mouth. Since the day before she wanted to feel the silky softness of a cock's tip on her lips, then warm and smooth against her tongue. Pushing him forcefully against the couch she looked him in the eyes, then slid off his body, kneeling between his legs with his beautiful, firm cock directly in front of her face.

He watched her hands push open his legs and felt her hair brush his skin as she leaned in, Lily licked across his tone abs, letting her breasts brush over his penis. Kissing her way down she gripped the shaft and, opening her mouth, she wet her lips and brushed his head back and forth against them.

Laying his cock in her hands she trailed her warm tongue down along his shaft, then back up slowly to tease the tip. His body tensed as she wrapped her mouth over the head and sucked it hard and slow. Tasting his pre-cum she rubbed her tongue over the hole and swallowed.

Methodically stroking his shaft as she slid it deeper inside, she could feel him pulse in her mouth as waves of pleasure spread through his body. Lily loved to feel a man's cock swelling in her mouth as she brought him closer to cumming. It was a turn-on for her that made her pussy tingle and her body heat rise. She pressed her hand between her legs and let her fingers tease. One hand around his cock and the other working her pussy she sucked him, drawing him closer and closer to orgasm.

James could feel himself about to cum. He rolled his tongue back in his mouth and forced back the sensation tipping him towards orgasm. My God what she could do with her mouth! The way she expertly rolled her tongue around his shaft as she sucked hard on his penis, massaging and caressing it while her mouth held him tightly. The way her whole body writhed slowly between his legs, it was clear she was loving every moment of sucking his long hard cock. He was getting dangerously close to filling her mouth with his hot semen. He wanted to hold off, to prolong this encounter, but she was sending him over the edge.

He pushed her back away from his crotch and caught his breath. She looked up at him, "Is everything okay?"

"Okay doesn't come close, I can't begin to describe how intense that was!" He lifted her up and sat her on the couch. "But now it's my turn."

She looked down at him kneeling in front of her, his beautiful face almost begging to please her. She pulled her shirt up and off her body, revealing for the first time her beautiful breasts. Perfectly curved, soft and sensuous, her breasts were a part of her she always felt good about. Now seeing him rest his eyes on her naked body she felt exposed, uninhibited, and extremely sensuous. Being naked together gave her a rush, this feeling of intimacy shared with a near stranger. She slid her hips to the edge of the couch and with a playful smile she spread her legs wide.

Wrapping his arms around her legs James let his mouth trail across her skin, kissing softly and slowly up towards her sensuous pussy. His hands gripped her inner thighs and spread them further as he leaned in, stopping only inches from her sex. Blowing softly against her pussy, gently, he extended his tongue and ran it up between her labia, tasting her for the first time. He felt her hands run through his hair as he leaned in and sucked slowly and softly on her warm clit.

Lily held him against her, feeling his mouth caress while his tongue explored, her pussy welled with a feeling of pleasure she had been wanting since the moment he entered her home. She felt him licking up and down between her pussy lips before he slid his tongue inside her.

She fucked his tongue slowly. Holding his head gently in her hands she moved her hips rhythmically against his face, feeling his tongue rubbing in and out of her, smooth and warm. Her fingers played their way through his hair and her legs wrapped their way around his shoulders as a sexual heat built between her thighs and rushed through her body.

He swallowed the juice that was dripping over his tongue and wetting his mouth. He loved this. The feeling of her legs around him, the softness of her pussy on his mouth, the sensual rocking and grinding of her hips as he worked her towards orgasm. His tongue glided up between her pussy lips and began to circle her clit, the tip kneading and massaging her sweet spot. He felt a shiver run through her body as he wrapped his lips over her and let his tongue drive her closer to the edge.

She was close. Lily could feel herself about to cum. He was so good with his mouth and tongue, she hadn't felt this kind of pleasure in a long time. She wanted to let go and cum on his face, to feel the intensity break free and envelop her body. Her hands were involuntarily holding his head tight against her. She had to stop him. She wanted this intensity, but she wanted it from the feeling of his cock deep inside her.

Pressing her hands against his shoulders she released her legs and pushed him back. He looked up at her, a playful grin on his face. He knew what he just made her feel and she could see from his expression he enjoyed it almost as much as she did.

"Fuck me," she said as she turned and knelt on the couch. "I want you inside me." She leaned forward and pushed her hips back, aching for him to take her from behind. Kneeling in front of this near stranger, asking to be taken, she felt so dirty, lustful, and erotic. She loved this.

Standing he looked down at her. The curve of her back, her sexy ass inches from his stiff cock, the glistening wetness of her sensuous pussy. He ran a hand up her inner thigh and pushed his fingers inside her, feeling her pussy wrap softly around them. She let out a moan and pushed back against his hand, letting him rub back and forth while his other hand glided over the small of her back. Teasing her, curling up inside and massaging her, then slipping out and rubbing between the lips, he explored her pussy with his fingers. She closed her eyes and let the feeling run through her.

Stepping close behind her he gripped his cock and pressed the head between her pussy lips. James felt the silky smooth warmth caress his cock as he rubbed it back and forth against her. The feeling made him swell and stiffen, pressing his cock harder against her. Lily placed her head down on the back of the couch and arched her back to him, feeling him positioning the tip against her opening. She closed her eyes and let the feeling melt through her as his cock slid slowly inside, inch by inch, filling her pussy with its firm, hot shaft.

He let his hands run over the small of her back and curve around her waist. Holding her tight he began to thrust slowly, working his firm cock back and forth inside her. She held on to the back of the couch and let him guide her lower body as he fucked her, relaxing her legs and letting him pull her down over his cock as he pushed forward. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling welling up from her pussy as it spread throughout her body. His cock felt so smooth and thick deep inside her. She tightened her muscles and felt his shaft pulse and swell, then felt the head of his cock press hard against her cervix as he thrust deep inside. She let herself go and succumbed to his manipulation, feeling him pulling against her hips as he began to fuck her harder. 

James looked down and watched as his shaft glided in and out of her pussy, her juices glistening on his skin. He loved watching her pussy lips enveloping him and his stiff cock gliding in and out of her. Her beautiful, smooth ass smacking his hips, fucking her faster and feeling her body writhe and her breath getting heavier, the sight and feeling of fucking her perfect body was pushing him closer to climax. He held back, wanting to let the feeling build more.

Lily was reaching her peak too. The feel of his hips smacking her ass and the stiffness of his thick cock was making a pulsing intensity flush through her pussy. The feeling was flooding through her body and she knew at any moment she was going to cum hard over his cock. His hands wrapped tightly around the curve of the sides of her hips accentuated the feeling, and she held tightly on to the back of the couch to steady herself as he moved harder and faster, working the length of his cock as deep as it would go inside her.

Her body tipped past orgasm and she pushed back firmly against his hips, letting out a long, low series of moans. She began to shiver and shake as the ecstatic rush of endorphins cascaded through her, and her pussy came hard over his beautiful cock. Every thrust was intensified, and she bit her lip as he continued to fuck her while the orgasm flooded her body. 

James felt her climax over his cock. Her pussy tightened and released and he felt her shaking in his hands as he held her hips and continued to guide his stiff shaft inside her. He was at the edge, and between shortened breaths he called out to Lily that he was about to cum. 

Lily had been wanting to feel his cum on her skin since her fantasy after watching him last night. She wanted to watch it shoot from the tip of his cock and cascade onto her body. 

"Wait," she begged him, "please, I want see you cum."

She pulled away from him and slid off the couch. Now kneeling with her legs spread and her hips resting on her feet she looked up at him, drinking in the sight of his thick, firm penis glistening with her cum only inches from her face.

"Stroke it for me," she demanded. "I want you to cum all over my tits."

She watched as his hand wrapped around the shaft and began to work it firm and fast. James had been so close to cumming, he needed to continue the intensity. Working his cock furiously he began to quickly reach the climax he had almost had moments ago. The intent look in Lily's eyes, the desire she showed for him to cum, turned him on immensely. She was staring wide eyed at him masturbating, her mouth open, wanting to feel his come erupt over her breasts. Reaching orgasm he pushed his cock down and let it go, the feeling rushing through his body as his cum shot from the tip.

She watched the thick stream shoot from his cock and land hard on her tits. Twice, three times his shaft pulsed and emitted a heavy stream of cum over her, coating her breasts and running down between her cleavage, warm and thick. She reached up and grasped his cock, milking the last of his cum from him, watching it ooze from the tip onto her. She rubbed the cum over her with the head of his cock, coating it with his cum while she spread it over her skin, feeling it drip down over her firm nipples and between her tits. It felt so smooth and warm on her breasts. She leaned in and placed the tip in her mouth, coating her tongue with his cum and sucking the last from his cock. Swallowing, feeling it easing down her throat, she sucked gently but intently on his still swollen penis. Her hands glided up and cupped her breast, then around to rub his cum into her skin.

James caressed her head, running his hands through her hair as she sucked on his thick penis. The train of events since he first met Lily last night ran through his mind. He had been alone, destitute, and shivering from the cold and rain when she had first opened her door to him, now she was kneeling in front of him with her mouth wrapped around his cock. The way she sucked and caressed him with her lips and tongue, tasting the last of his semen as she coaxed it out of him, then running her tongue up and down along the shaft, he could tell she was enjoying this as much as he was.

Lily let go of his cock and sat back down on the couch, cum glistening on her breasts. He sat next to her and ran a playful hand over her thigh and down onto her pussy. She spread her legs and let him tease her with his fingers. She, too, was thinking of the turn of events that last 24 hours had brought.

They pet and caressed each other lightly as they talked about where they saw this going next.

"My friend is still waiting for me." He said, "I'd love for you to join me there."

"I'd like that," she said. "Why don't you get your car up and running while I pack an overnight bag."

An hour later James returned. Soon they were on their way to a house further up in Vermont, where his friend and girlfriend were waiting for him. As he drove the isolated road, Lily leaned over and unzipped his pants. Pulling out his cock, she smiled at him and leaned down to wrap her mouth over the tip. With Lily sucking his rising cock James imagined what his friend might have in store for him, with the four of them alone in the mountains.