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Exposure

By: pagangirl



I'd already been masturbating all morning. I had to get out of the house and go for a walk. I had to go somewhere public, somewhere VERY public so I wouldn't be tempted to shove my hands back down inside my pants - again!

I had recently joined an online "Erotica" writing group and my initial curiosity of erotica and its subject matter, had grown rapidly and recently developed into a fully-fledged obsession. I couldn't keep away from the computer any available waking hour I had. 

I'd started to get up an hour earlier than I needed before work just to go online, and when I got home from work in the afternoons, I had a little ritual of making a strong cup of coffee, locating the latest chocolate obsession in my cupboard and sitting down in front of the computer. I'd go online, click onto the site, and log in. I had an insatiable thirst to see what was new, to see who had written something really exciting, something that I hadn't yet read. I was constantly looking for those topics I had until recently, considered taboo. 

When I first joined the site I had lurked quietly in the background, privately reading everyone else's contributions. At first I stuck to what I considered to be the 'safe' topics; gay sex; lesbian sex; group sex; romantic sex; the topics I didn't feel uncomfortable about reading and or talking about. Ironic that even in the safety and security of my own home, and I lived alone, that I still felt uncomfortable reading sexually orientated topics that weren't necessarily taboo subjects, but rather than the one's I had never explored before and was still a little reluctant to. 

However, this feeling, this reluctance, it was all to change a lot faster than I had ever imagined. Perhaps it was always there, lying dormant inside me, waiting for the right key to unlock the part of the brain that said, 'it's okay'.

Soon, I had begun to read those stories I was afraid to. I began with the stories of concentual rape, bestiality, even incest and finally Bondage and Discipline - I actually found the last subject boring to be honest. I didn't necessarily like all the subjects, but they did awaken something deep in my core, something almost primal. A light switched on and soon, not only was I reading the stories, I had also begun to participate in group discussions, contribute emails, and then finally, began to write a little myself . I sat up till the early hours of the morning either reading, writing or talking online to other members of the group, the subject always sex. I was exhausted and I hadn't actually been physical with anyone in months! It wouldn't by any means be an understatement to say I was horny all the time. If I wasn't discussing sex online, I was reading about it, or thinking about it. 

I would be standing in line waiting for my sandwich to made at the corner deli and I would be daydreaming about the ménage a trios I had read about that morning, or I would be one of the participants of the orgy being held on the floor of the old 16th century castle, me the big lusty whore having every hole filled, every inch of her body roughly pinched and groped, me being pounded by dirty ugly men and licked by several scrawny women, me, whose name was being called for the third time, "Madam? Miss? EXCUSE ME???? Your lunch is ready!" How embarrassing.

So it was, that after several months of quite intense involvement with the group, that I found myself one morning in a particularly heightened state of arousal. It must have been the right time in my cycle, or perhaps the fact that I hadn't actually engaged in any actual acts of physical love-making or a combination of the two, but whatever the reason, this particular day, I was as horny as hell and couldn't keep my hands out of my pants. I had woken up; had a quick wank followed by a shower. As I sat at the computer for my morning session, I was too horny to concentrate so I had cyber sex with a young Indian guy who's command of English sucked, but it didn't matter, all he wanted to do was tie me to his bed and do nasty things, actually he wanted me to do nasty things to myself - so I complied.

Luckily it was the weekend, so not too long after my Indian romp, I made myself some breakfast and plopped in front of the TV. It was a gorgeous day outside and I felt guilty about being so lazy. Toast and tea finished, I decided to dress and go for a walk. I put on my bra, and fondled my own breasts in the process. I put on my t-shirt and squeezed my nipples thru the material; as I pulled my skirt up, I decided to not wear any knickers. Right, ready to go, but first, I had better have a masturbate just one more time. This was getting almost comedic. Well, it would have been if I hadn't have actually had to apply nearly the whole tube of lube to help me out because I was so sore from already giving myself a good seeing too!

I had already masturbated in bed before I got up that morning, and then again in the shower before breakfast. I always liked the shower, even thou I felt guilty wasting all that water. I had my own bathroom and the shower head was handheld, so as I sat on the tiles, legs spread apart, I turned the water down so it drizzled heavily from the head and aimed it onto my clitoris. It took a bit to get the water down to just the right pressure, but once accessed, it was go go go...

Just before walking out the door, I grabbed the book that was this weeks 'suggested reading' for the online writers group. Someone had, quite aptly, bought up in our Wednesday night discussion session the week before, how they had found it uncomfortable reading a story recently posted about male to male sex. The person was female, and despite being part of an erotic writing group, she had never read any gay male sex stories before. I asked her how she felt about the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras held in Sydney, Australia each year, and she simply answered that as she lived in a small coastal village in Western Australia, it rarely got a mention on the news in her part of the world and so wasn't really anything special. She wasn't homophobic, she told us, and although not having any gay friends, she said, that in her opinion, we were all human beings, not labels, such as gay, straight, bi etc, so she didn't have a problem. So, due to her innocent and somewhat sheltered and perhaps unexposed life when it came to gay sex, she had quite simply never been exposed to it and therefore felt a little uncomfortable with it. It made sense.

After this discussion, the group moderator had suggested we all choose a topic that was, as gay sex was to our female member, uncomfortable for us to read. To go outside our boundaries. The book chosen was a selection of short stories, to my thinking, lesser in quality for erotica. Infact, calling it erotic may have been stretching the genre. It was more a collection of bawdy Playboy type sex stories; lots of tits and ass, not much style or class. However, it did the job, and that's arguably what books about fucking, licking and sucking were all about. It made me horny yet again - and like I needed help anyway.

I had gone down the beach in a skirt with no undies on, on purpose; and picking my spot to sit down and read wasn't random either. It was a vast stretch of beach that lay before me as I walked for at least 30 minutes following the sand around the bay which would eventually take me to the next town, if I kept walking for a good hour. Inland from the ocean lapping at the shore lay miles and miles of untouched coastal heathland - thick with bush, heavy with Banksia trees, lush with foliage??? And in between the wet and the dry/ the sea and the bush, lay the little ripples of sand dunes covered with a spattering of the brightly coloured red's and pinks of pigface and the tall, spindly dry wheat coloured Spinifex grass. 

I walked into the dunes, not too far from the sand so as not to be completely enveloped by bush - I was cautious to some degree, you never know what, or who might lay in there. Being a hot day snakes were almost certain to be coiled and baking out in the open under the heat of the sun. 

I reclined back on the natural pillow of a small sand dune and picked up the chapter where I had left it. An old man was enthusiastically pounding the flesh of a young virgin who, with lust in her eyes and sweat on her brow, lay squealing with delight at each heavy hard thrust - of course she did! I shifted position, laying further down, not surprised by the tingling in my own crotch. As I began to move my hand down to it, I heard a rustling noise beside me. The noise was close and it startled me thinking immediately it was a snake. I sat up, scanned around, saw nothing. After a few minutes, seeing nothing and hearing nothing more, satisfied I wasn't about to be bitten, returned to my book.

I had read perhaps five words of the sentence in front of me when something suddenly caught my eye and I quickly glanced up. In front of me, not more than five metres away, atop a small sand dune, basking proudly in the sun, reclined a very, fully, butt-naked man. I looked back down at my book, read the same five words and suddenly looked up again. Yes, there he was, a fully naked reclining, naked, butt naked man! I felt my eyes widen, first in shock and astonishment, and then in anger, before I re read the same five words again.

Jesus fucking christ, I cried inside the loneliness of my own head, there is a naked guy in front of me. Then it dawned on me, He's the flasher everyone had been talking about recently, the pervert, the exhibitionist, and he's here, now, in front of ME! As my mouth went dry my thoughts ran quick. What do I do? Get up? Walk away? Do I get up, walk away and air my disgust loudly? Do I yell at him to fuck off? No, what if that angers him and he has a knife? A knife? Where the fuck would he be hiding a knife? Oh my god, does he just want me to look at him? Does he want me to tell him he's got a nice dick? Jesus.... As these thoughts violently circled inside my head, slapping against the padded walls of my brain, I stole a look upwards again. He'd moved. Not far; he was standing upright, one hand on his hip, the other above his brow covering the sun from his eyes. He was standing so tall and proud, his legs apart, and with a huge stupid smile on his face. I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing.

"Um, what are you doing?" I asked, and then spewed forth a ridiculously unnecessarily loud laugh. "Do you like what you see?" he spoke, and as he asked his question he waved his hand royal like, down at his penis. I laughed, and then stopped. I hadn't really taken a look yet. I knew he was naked, I knew there was a dick dangling there between his legs, but I hadn't looked at it. I cocked my head and took a look. As I did, he stood up straight and proud knowing he was on show, delighting in his audience giving him the inspection that was he's sole purpose for being here. I looked at him, well, at his dick to be precise. I couldn't really get a good look though as I was facing into the sun which obscured a really good seeing to. I didn't dare tell him to move thou, this was all creepy enough without him getting any closer to me. "Well?" he asked breaking the silence, smiling proudly at me. "Yes, not bad" I answered '''Not bad'?" he repeated, then took a step toward me. I sat up right and stuck my hand out "Stop right there!" I demanded, "That's close enough thanks." And with that he stopped. "Have another look" he invited and this made me giggle again. I couldn't believe the sheer innocence and pride of this guy. He was obviously under the illusion that this single woman, lying peacefully on the beach reading her book, was going to appreciate him waving his cock around in her face. Funny thing was thou, the woman on the beach was beginning to develop a tinge of excitement and enjoyment from the events.

I looked up at him and into his face this time, but it didn't last long. If I was going to look at the dick of a complete stranger, and most likely a sexually perverted sick one at that, then I didn't really want things to get personal! 

He stood legs apart, hands on hips, facing me. I looked down at him. This time I let me linger last a lot longer, and as the silence gradually became strangely comfortable, he grew hard and erect right in front of me. Quickly embarrassed, I coughed and looked away. He stood firm, and whispered, "Don't look away now. Watch me" I felt a flurry of activity in my stomach. Nerves and embarrassment, and a few others. Sick yet sweet. I felt guilty pleasure. I decided to watch him, although I think I had decided that a long time before this moment.

His hand moved from his hip and he wrapped it slowing and entirely around his still erect dick. As skin made contact with skin, he let out a long, slow sigh. "Ooooooooo yeah" he whispered to himself. He sounded like he could do voice overs for pornos. Oh god, I suddenly realised, I'm actually going to sit here and watch this guy wank In broad daylight; a complete stranger; a skinny guy with a long skinny dick, is going to wank, and come, in front of me. Astonishment and disgust soon softened into a delicious and devilish dark desire, and suddenly I felt wet between my thighs.

His hand was slow to move as he grasped himself and worked on his erection. Up and down his hand slid in long languid movements. It was like he was kneading himself, pulling himself longer then releasing his grip slightly as his dick retracted back to its normal erect size.

His motion grew quicker and his panting and ohhing grew louder. He rolled his backwards as he let out a deep moan, his dick pointing skyward, while the flashers hand gripped his own red hot penis and suddenly stopped all wanking. He shuddered, then stopped and became very still. Then quite suddenly he glared down at me before quickly whispering, "I need to kneel down." "Sure," I said. "I mean, you get yourself comfortable. Jesus, you can do what ever the fuck position you like man." No, he hissed, I want to kneel down over you. With this he took four huge strides towards me that landed him at me feet. His naked torso flung itself down onto the sand, his legs straddled and hovering just above mine, his penis now touching my lower leg as he leant in toward me. "I want to come on you"

This freaked me out and I felt the strangest strain of fear ever felt. In the deafening silence I suddenly noticed how heavy I was breathing as I looked into his face and answered him, "Yes." He smiled, his face still only inches from mine. His hand reached down once again to his dick and he moaned onto my cheek as skin once again found skin. 

He leant back as he began slowly again stroking himself. He closed his eyes and with each pull on his dick he swayed back and forth, just a little, so that he came close to my face and then pull away. With each warm breath he breathed on me, the more I feared, the more revolted I was of him, the more disgusted with myself I became, and the more I liked it, I really like it. I then also realised I was fully clothed. If this guy is going to come on me, it will end up all over my clothes and I'm not walking all the way back home with a big wet stain on my shirt and smelling like a whore.

Wait! Suddenly I stopped him. He cursed, "What...?" "Just wait," I looked up him and suddenly something changed inside me. I lost all fear, all inhibition, all worry, any sense of self. I became the slut I had secretly dreamed of being for just one time, I wanted this guy to wank all over me. I wanted him to be dirty and gross and come all over my bra, on my breasts and on my face. I wanted him to come in my hair. I think I even wanted this guy to fuck me. I was messing with the dark side and I was enjoying it. The instant I decided to willingly succumb was the instant my crouch flooded. My pussy tingled with excitement.

I had told him to wait. He obeyed but was anxious. I arched my back slightly and then began to unbutton the buttons on my blouse. I looked up at him and he smiled an evil boyish grin back. "I don't want you to come on my clothes," I explained, "Come on my tits, I whispered to him as I undid the last button and pushed the sides of my shirt away to reveal my breasts up at him. I noticed my nipples were erect.

He was visibly very aroused by this display grunting his approval as he began now viciously tugging at his reddened and extremely hardened dick. This wasn't going to take long, I thought a little amused. He was going red in the face as he pulled and pulled, his grunting and gruffing in sync with his tugging, pulling. Oh, oh, oh, tug, tug tug. He now began pulling even faster, it was like watching a mechanical wind up toy winding up over it's hinges, steam flying out his ears, his red face about to explode. He pulled and pulled, faster, now faster, and then suddenly he lurched his lower half, dick in hand, quite suddenly up and into my face. "Suck it bitch!" he suddenly yelled fiercely at me and pushing the back of my head with his free hand, he pushed his dick into my rather surprised and unsuspecting mouth.

My first reaction was to gag, and tell him to fuck off, I was not going to suck his cock. No sooner had I finished the thought that I realised that not only was it too late, but that I had already begun sucking greedily at his dick, and I was enjoying it.

He pushed the back of my head a little too hard, but while he was of average width, he wasn't that long that I couldn't fit him all in comfortably. I sucked as he grasped a clump of hair on the back my head, pushing himself into me, and I sucked him. "Ohhhh yeah, suck it," he moaned. A few more big slow thrusts and then he quickened his pace, thrusting jerkily, like he was going to come. His breathing quickened, his moaning reduced to grunts, his hand gripped hard on my hair and I could feel him throbbing in my mouth.

He's going to come in my mouth! I screamed silently. Fucking hell! No, I don't want that. I had two loose hands. With one I grabbed his hand that held my hair, and with the other I grasped it around his cock. It was the first time I had touched him.

As I pulled him forcefully off me, I hastened with my reasoning, "You're not coming in my mouth!" I quickly told him.

"Can I fuck you then?" he asked.

When I got home that after noon, I had a long, cool shower; I needed it. Draped casually in a towel, I sat in front of the computer and turned it on. Rather than taking part in the online group discussion, which was to be based on the book we had been given to read, the one I had just stained with cum down the beach, I would instead write a quick vignette. In it, I would recall, and perhaps embellish the events of that afternoon. For a crappy book, it sure had me fucked... 

Exposure



Jamie arrived at the beach house at around ten in the morning, just as the heat was beginning to take hold. He parked his car in the front yard and lugged his stuff into the house, where he was greeted by the cool, musty smell that brought back so many childhood holidays. Everything was as it had been for years: a little ramshackle, the uneven wooden floor never entirely clean of sand, a couple of bean bags and a big wicker easy chair. It wasn't luxury, but in Jamie's mind it was just perfect. He'd just finished his exams and was looking forward to a week of surfing, playing his guitar, and possibly chasing some girls.

After he'd thrown his stuff in is room, he decided to take a shower. He'd been in such a hurry to get down there that morning he hadn't showered before he left. Standing under the hot water in the tiny bathroom, he felt the muscles he'd barely had a chance to use to use for the past six weeks. There was a longing in them for the surf, for the effort of climbing the dunes, the whole unified involvement of his body as he rode a wave into the beach. God, he'd hardly been alive for months! The reawakening of his body brought an unexpected flush of arousal to his groin. He savoured it, standing back a little to let the water beat down on his penis, which swelled up lazily. 

He closed his eyes and briefly imagined that the sensations were caused by a girl's mouth — not that he really knew what that was like. He'd had one girlfriend at uni, but she was an unhappy, inhibited creature, and while he wasn't knocking the sex—what they'd had of it—it had hardly been adventurous. She wouldn't let him go down on her and she certainly wasn't putting her mouth anywhere near his "thing." She admitted to not liking penises all that much, the look of them anyway — she said they reminded her of a turkey. 

He soaped his erection, enjoying it, but not masturbating. He was relishing the sexual energy in his body and, for the time, didn't want to release it. He let his hard-on subside, though by the time he got out of the shower his cock was still heavy, his balls full and aching. He looked down at it, emerging thick and flushed from the wet tangle of his pubic hair, and felt virile and hungry.

At that moment the door opened and a woman burst in, almost crashing into him before reeling back in surprise and dropping a small bag she was holding on the floor. Toothbrushes and bits and pieces spilled out. A moment later Jamie recognised her as Jacqueline, his older brother Pete's girlfriend. They'd met once before, briefly, about six months previously, but had only exchanged pleasantries.

She gave a little yelp of surprise and fright, then stood there frozen on the spot, her eyes very obviously on his cock. For a few strange moments they both just stood there immobilised, she seemingly unable to look away from his still half-erect penis and he just standing there, feeling her eyes on him. Then the spell broke. Flustered, Jamie got down on his haunches and started picking up the things on the floor, apologising profusely. It was only as he held them out to her that he realised he was holding condoms. She hesitated, then snatched them from him, a flush spreading upwards from her chest, turning her face crimson. 

Jamie stood up, now recovered enough to cover himself properly. Then there was a male voice calling her name. Her eyes opened wide and she backed out of the room hastily, shutting the door behind her without a word. 

He towelled and dressed hurriedly and came out of the bathroom to find his brother Pete unpacking his stuff in the living room, taking the place over in his usual oblivious fashion.

"Jamie!" he said, surprised but apparently not too fussed. "What the hell are you doing here mate?"

"I've booked the place with Mum and Dad for this week Pete. What are you doing here?"

"Felt like a break mate. Need to hit the surf, eh."

He kept rummaging in the bag with his great, ginger-haired arms, not looking at his brother, his sandy hair flopping over his eyes. Jamie didn't ask exactly what he needed a break from. Last thing he heard Pete had been unemployed, occasionally lugging bricks for a mate when the rare urge to work struck him. 

Jacqueline appeared in the doorway, her arms full of bedclothes.

"Looks like we got company," Pete said to her. "Jamie, you've met Jac haven't you?"

"Er... yep, sure. How's it going?" He attempted a casual smile.

"Good thanks." She didn't meet his eye. "Where do I put this Pete?"

"Er, second door on the left babe."

She sidled past Jamie, excusing herself.

"Pete," said Jamie, "you should have booked with Mum. I was looking forward to—"

"Share and share alike." Pete straightened, squinting at Jamie with his pale blue eyes. He was a tall, muscular bloke who took his dominance for granted. A washed out Billabong t-shirt was stretched tight over his flat, hard torso. He reached out and slapped Jamie across the shoulder with a big freckled hand. "You don't mind do ya?"

Jamie shook his head. "Whatever. You're unbelievable." 

He wanted to apologise to Jacqueline for the shock he'd given her, the whole embarrassing scene, but an appropriate moment just didn't seem to present itself. Pete was in and out, dragging in his surfboard, or filling the fridge with beers, and Jacqueline was busy with making up the bed or putting food on the shelves and Jamie could feel the moment for apology slipping past. Really he just wanted to clear up the awkwardness, but she seemed determined to pretend it had never happened.

That night he heard them having sex. Every noise was transmitted through the sagging old house, the movement of the bed causing a symphony of creaking in the loose beams and walls. He tried not to think about Pete's great rough body on top of her, crashing into her. His mind wandered to the scene in the bathroom, the way her eyes had taken in his torpid, heavy penis. They'd both acted strangely. She'd kept staring at his cock and he'd not even really tried to cover himself. There was no getting away from the fact that he had enjoyed her looking at him, and she ... who knew what she thought, but she had certainly kept staring. And then she'd acted so guiltily, it was as if they'd both been caught out in some illicit act.

His cock hardened thinking about it. He re-imagined the scene, picturing himself pushing her up against the wall, lifting her denim skirt. At the same time, the creaking from the other room reached its violent crescendo and he heard her cry out. To his shame it aroused him even more. He was fantasising about his brother's girlfriend — while Pete was fucking her. It was all messed up.

When he came in in the morning, Jacqueline was stretched out on the beanbag, soaking in sun like a cherry in brandy. Her t-shirt was pulled up to just under her breasts, exposing a dune of hot skin glowing in the sun. She sat up a little as he came in but didn't pull down the shirt.

"Hi Jamie."

"Hi."

Pete was devouring a massive plate of bacon and eggs at the table, trowelling the food into the wide slot of his mouth.

"Eh bro!" he said, spitting wet crumbs of toast onto the table. "You gonna come surfing today? We'll do Bells — heard it's goin' off down there today. Whaddya say?"

"Sure thing." He glanced at Jacqueline. "Do you surf?" 

"Don't be stupid," said Pete. "Jacqueline's a total wuss. Aren't ya Jac?"

"I'm not as chicken as you think."

"Oh yeah?" Pete roared. "Name one gutsy thing you've done, babe. Just name one!"

She was silent for a bit. Then she said, "I've done brave stuff, just not bungy-jumping or anything that would count to you."

Pete looked at Jamie. "See? Total sook."

Jamie shrugged. "Well if it helps, I wouldn't bungy jump either," he said to Jacqueline.

Pete wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, you're both as bad as one another. Come on, let's get going."

They drove down in Pete's old FJ Holden, Jacqueline and Jamie sitting in the back and not looking at one another while Pete drove at his usual reckless speed, one freckled, hairy elbow resting on the open window while he steered casually with his left hand.

It was true that the waves were big at Bells. Great ranks of clean, glassy breakers just begging to be ridden. While they paddled into the waves, Jacqueline lay on the beach reading and sunbathing and occasionally running down to the water to cool off in the sparkling shallow-water surf. Jamie wasn't surfing well. Apart from the fitness he was lacking after months at a study desk, he was distracted. His mind wasn't on what he was doing; it was on Jacqueline's distant body, stretched out on the beach towel up under the lee of the cliff. After one nasty wipe-out, he decided he had an excuse to take a break and he dragged his board up the sand to where she was lying. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled up at him from under her sunnies.

"How is it?"

"Gnarly. Yeah, bloody gnarly actually. Take a look..." He showed her his forearm, grazed bloody from the wipe-out.

"Oh ouch!" She sat up. "Let me see..."

He crouched down and held out his arm. "It's no big deal. Comes with the territory."

She took his arm gently, fussing unnecessarily over the trivial injury, while he let his eyes linger on the shape of her: her breasts, her belly, the gentle mound where her bikini tucked between her legs. The touch of her fingers made his groin flare with heat and begin to stir. He withdrew his arm and laid out a towel, and they both sat silently gazing out to sea, where in the distance Pete was a small black shape rising and falling against the blue.

"You two have a fight yesterday?" Jamie asked her.

Her face closed. "Nothing important."

He picked up a handful of sand and let it pour softly down his shin, watching the grains cling to the fine hairs. "Sorry. None of my business."

"It's OK."

"Look, what happened yesterday..." 

She looked down, blushing.

"I'm really sorry," he said.

"That's OK. Wasn't your fault. I'm the one who burst in without knocking." 

"Yeah well that's true." 

They both laughed, and somehow the rush of relief at finally addressing the incident made the heat pour into Jamie's groin again. 

"You did give me a fright though," she said. "I'm sorry how I acted. It's just Pete you know?"

"Pete?"

"He's a jealous guy, your brother."

"But—"

"Yeah I know. It was just an accident. But it's not a rational thing with him. He can really ... overreact about stuff like that." She went silent. Jamie sensed there was more there that she wasn't saying but he let it go.

She rolled onto her side to look at him. "You have a girlfriend, Jamie?" 

He was about to answer, but she said, "Oh, here's Pete." And sure enough, there he was, trudging up the sand towards them. He came up dripping, a giant figure in black rubber, his shadow falling over Jacqueline's body.

" Little brother keepin' you amused?"

"We were just watching you surf, hon." Her lips smiled up at him, eyes hidden behind the two suns shining in her dark glasses.

Later, back at the house, they had another argument. Jamie heard their angry, hissed whispers and went to sit in the back garden out of their way. The argument got louder.

"You don't even care do you?" came Jacqueline's voice.

"No, you know what? Right now I don't give a flyin' fuck. So fuck you! I'm goin' down the pub."

"Yeah, that's your answer for everything isn't it Pete?"

"Fuck you! Go cry on Jamie's shoulder then if you think he's so fuckin' nice."

The door slammed and he heard Pete's car choke into life and rev hard down the drive.

The house was silent for a long time, and then at last the back door swung open and Jacqueline came out in bare feet with a six pack of beer and a gin and tonic. She passed him the beers.

"Sorry about that. That wasn't nice. This is not much fun for you is it?"

"Nah it's sweet," he muttered. "Don't worry about it."

Jamie cracked open a beer and she went and sat in the wicker chair opposite him, pretty in her short denim skirt and a tank top that exposed her tanned belly. They chatted amiably for a while. The twilight deepened, clouds of midges eddied over the grass, the blue of the sky sank towards indigo. He drank the beer until his mind felt pleasantly tight. The chat petered out, replaced by a certain tension. She sat there tinkling the ice in her G and T and avoiding his eye. Then with a deliberate casualness she drew up her legs so that her soles rested on the edge of the seat. In the shadow up her dress he could see lacy, see-through panties. He could clearly make out the shadow of soft hair beneath the pattern of the lace. She sighed a little theatrically and swigged her drink.

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked at him archly. "You didn't get to answer my question earlier."

Jamie's smile was frozen on his face. It felt a little ghastly and false but he couldn't seem to change it. With the alcohol stiffening his face, his words came out blurry.

"Question?" All he could see was her open legs, that gauzy strip of cotton, erotically plump. His stomach knotted with desire.

"Don't you remember?" Jacqueline twirled her finger in the ice and sucked the water from it. "If you have a girlfriend?" she prompted.

He swallowed drily. "No, I, no I, not really."

She gave a musical, lightly mocking laugh. "No I no I not really?"

"No I don't."

"Why not?"

"Umm I, I'm not sure. I had one, but ... she was ... I didn't ... we broke up."

"You broke up? Why did you break up?" She opened her legs a little wider. He could see how her flesh swelled and, just above the gusset, parted into lips. Did she know what she was doing, how much he could see? It was as if they were replaying the bathroom scene, only in reverse. He tried to tear his eyes away but failed. She kept looking at him expectantly, but he couldn't think straight, even remember the question.

He shook his head. "I ... umm ... do you want another drink? I think I could do with another drink."

"Sure. G and T for me."

He got up, trying to cover his hard-on with his empty beer bottle and limped back into the house. In the kitchen as he poured the drinks, he realised how drunk he was. His head buzzed, nothing seemed real. He went back out and gave her the drink. He was partly relieved, partly disappointed to see that she'd put her feet back on the ground.

He fell back into his seat.

"So?" she said.

"So what?"

"You didn't answer me. Why did you break up?"

"I'm not really sure. I guess we weren't totally suited." He twisted the cap off the beer and drank a few cold mouthfuls. It wasn't tasting so good any more. He should stop, he realised, but he could feel himself going over a certain threshold of not caring. His desire for her scared him. He should really leave, go back home. The whole situation was fucked up. Though he was not, he had to admit to himself, up to driving.

"Was it the sex?" she asked casually, slapping at a mosquito on her arm.

He was sick of being pinned down by her now. "Well I wasn't the one who broke up with her," he said with sudden directness, "but to tell the truth I would have if she hadn't beat me to it, and partly because of the sex, yes. She wouldn't ..."—he swallowed—"... go down ... or ... anything."

Perhaps she was taken aback at the bluntness of his response because she didn't say anything for a while. Then she said, "That's weird. I can't imagine not wanting to do that. Did you talk to her about it?"

"Jesus!" He sprang to his feet. She looked up at him, an expression of fright on her face as if she thought he might hit her. But he went and sat on the back step in the light of the porch. It was really getting dark now, moths and mosquitoes whirling and battering around the globe. He swigged on the beer again. "Let's talk about something else," he muttered.

"I'm getting eaten alive here," she said, slapping at her thigh. "Shall we go inside?"

As they both went into the house, she swayed on her feet and fell against him in the doorway, laughing. He put an arm around her to support her and felt the softness of her waist, the seduction of her body resting against his. Despite himself he let his hand linger on her warm skin. "I think I'm drunk," she said.

"Well don't lean on me. I'm no better."

They retreated to the dark of the front room, now lit only by the cold shine of the streetlights, and fell down into the bean bags.

"Pete might come back soon," Jamie said.

"Fuck him."

"What do you mean?"

"He's a prick. I hate him. I wish I'd met you earlier. You're so sweet."

"Well you've met me now."

"You know what I mean. I wish I'd met you first."

She got up and came to him, knelt on the floor and put her hand on his arm. His cock hardened involuntarily even while his belly filled with a confused mix of dread and excitement. "Don't Jackie," he whispered unconvincingly. "You know we can't. And anyway Pete's bound to come home soon. He'd kill us..."

"What happened in the bathroom..." She leaned forward, the swell of her breasts tantalisingly revealed . "Don't you think about it?"

He stared at her. "Yes," he whispered at last.

"I can't stop it. I have all these thoughts about it..." 

She leaned over him more, put a hand on his leg. 

"But—"

"I don't care about Pete! Fuck him." 

She kissed his cheek with soft, slightly parted lips. "You turn me on," she said. Her weight was on him, soft and warm, and his cock strained against his jeans, against her belly.

She put her mouth on his and began to kiss him, first with the lightest caresses of her lips, then her tongue dipping sweetly into his mouth. She straddled him so his hard-on was pressed against her pubis, moved against it, insistently, maddeningly. He put his hand behind her, under her skirt, felt the soft cotton slide over the skin of her buttock.

"Do you know what my fantasy was about what happened yesterday?" she said. "I imagined instead of running away, I got down on the floor and took your cock in my mouth." She ground her pussy against him. "I imagined sucking it until you came in my mouth..." He groaned. "Your poor dumb girlfriend wouldn't do that would she? But I can't think of anything I'd like more than to taste your cock. Would that be nice?"

He pushed his hand down between her buttocks, in behind them to the swell of her pussy. Her panties were soaked.

"Put your fingers in," she whispered.

He worked his fingers under the hem and found her flesh slippery and open. He pushed his fingers in and she bit his neck and groaned. She moved her hand to the rock hard bulge in his jeans, squeezing his shaft through the denim.

She broke off to lift her tank top over her head, unclip her bra. Her breasts were free, big and pale, the nipples dark circles. They glistened with sweat in the light from the street. She pulled his face into them and thrust a nipple into his mouth. As he sucked, she was popping open the buttons of his jeans.

"Your cock! I want to see your cock!" 

She was urgent now, pushing him back in the bean bag and scooping his penis out his underpants, wrestling his jeans down his legs. He kicked everything off his legs. His cock projected up in her hand, hard and fat, intolerably swollen.

"Oh yes..." She pulled it into her cleavage like a big joystick, slapped it against the weight of her breasts, squeezed and plied it, teased the plum with her jutting nipple. Then she took it into her mouth, a groan in the back of her throat as she worked it back over tongue. The sight of it stretching wide her lips, the first time he'd seen his cock in a girl's mouth, was unbearably arousing. 

"Oh fuck, no..." he exclaimed and her mouth released him the instant before he was about to come. Still, his balls contracted, and thick pearly come welled up and overflowed freely, coating his glans, spilling down his shaft. 




Exposure



She bent down and took his come-covered cock back into her mouth. She rolled it about in her mouth like a great lollypop, then let him go for a moment. 

"I can't believe how good your come tastes."

She put her head down again. She was relishing it, taking him so deep into her mouth he could feel the back of her throat, then letting it slide back out between her lips. Her head began to move with a faster rhythm and her hand took hold of his shaft firmly at the base and began to move in time, up and down, while she made little excited gasping sounds with each bob of her head. He could feel a tremendous pressure of arousal growing, and he found his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. 

Sometimes she'd release him long enough to say something to turn him on even more: "Oh, I can't believe how hard your cock is. Do you want to come, baby? Do you want to come in my mouth?" 

And as he got closer and closer, she could feel it, because her little hungry gasps got louder and more excited and her head moved faster, and her hand pressed down hard on his balls, and he pushed her hair away to watch her do it, her lips and his cock, and then suddenly he was coming, spurting, bursting in her mouth and filling it with his sweet, hot, sticky juice, so much come she was struggling to swallow it all. 

But he sagged only for a moment. As he watched her smearing his sticky come over her breasts, he was already getting hard again. He couldn't wait. He grabbed her and lifted up her skirt. She turned her rump to him, hands and knees on the floor, and he ripped her panties down her thighs. But just as he was about to enter her, a pair of headlights lit up the window. Pete's car was coming down the drive.

"Oh, fuck! FUCK!" Jacqueline sprang to her feet, wrenching up her panties and grabbing desperately for her top.

"Shit! Where are my undies?" Jamie was trying to get his jeans back on. He heard the car door open and pulled on the jeans as they were, hoping the underwear wouldn't be somewhere obvious when Pete turned on the light.

Jaqueline had gotten her skirt back on, but she was still casting around desperately for her bra. Her breasts were still smeared with his come. "Forget it — there's no time," he urged her. "Just get in the bathroom, quick..."

Jamie grabbed his shirt and ran for his room. He just heard the front door opening as the bathroom door closed behind Jacqueline. Christ, he thought, the room probably stinks of sex.

He stood on the other side of the door panting, his heart pounding in his chest, listening to Pete's shuffling, erratic footsteps, his incompetent, drunken attempts to find the light switch. At last the light went on. At the same time he heard the shower in the bathroom start. 

There was silence in the room next door. Jamie held his breath. Then he heard Pete's footsteps again, his wheedling voice: "That you babe?" No answer. His voice further away now, outside the bathroom: "That you in there babe?"

"Piss off Pete," came Jacqueline's voice.

Pete muttered something obscene under his breath, and shuffled off. From further down the house he heard Pete's bedroom door close.

Jamie waited. There was no sound except the sound of running water from the shower. He opened the door to the living room quietly. Sure enough, there were his y-fronts in the middle of the floor. He switched off the light, then he tiptoed to the hallway. No sound from Pete's room. He was probably out cold already. He crept up to the bathroom door and very gently let himself through, closing the door silently behind him. Then he slipped out of his shirt. He was hard before he even started to unbutton his jeans.

He pushed aside the shower curtain. Jacqueline started with fright. He put a finger to his lips. Her eyes were wide but she kept silent. He pushed her up against the tiled wall, his cock against her belly. "What are you doing?" she whispered. He took a cake of soap and lathered up his hands, keeping her pinned against his body. "Shhhh. What does it look like?" He spread the soap over her breasts, kneading them, his hands full of her slippery flesh, her nipples hardening under his thumbs. 

"Are you crazy?" she whispered.

He stopped her mouth with his, and she gave up, surrendered to her arousal. Her body moved against his, the soap suds running down between their skins so they slithered against one another, slick and hot as tongues. Squeezed and slipping between their bellies, his cock was tight as a drum, already starting to ooze. She eased herself down his body and pushed her breasts together, the fat column of his flesh sliding up out of the valley between them to touch her chin, then her lips. She let it slide back down between her tits then back up again, looking up at him with narrowed eyes as she flicked and rolled her tongue over his glans, licking up the pre-come that welled from the tip. Up and down she moved, squeezing and licking him in turns, while Jamie leaned against the wall, the water beating on his back, trying to stifle his groans and the explosive urge to come. Then she straightened, opened her legs and wrapped a thigh around his waist, grinding her pussy against his thigh. He got his hands under her sud-slippery buttocks and lifted her up onto the prong of his cock. They were both so lubricated with suds and their own juices that his full length slid into her immediately. She bucked against him, and he plumbed the depths of her, holding her tight against the wall and fucking her with quick, light strokes. 

She was whispering fiercely under the cover of the splashing water: oh yes, that feels so good, come on fuck me, come inside me, fuck me harder, oh yes...Then suddenly he was coming, unable to help himself again, biting hard on her neck to stifle the long, deep groan that escaped his throat as he spurted into her.

Then he let her go, slipped out of her and knelt on the ceramic floor. He pushed her legs apart, getting his head between her thighs, and thrust his tongue up into her. Her legs shook and she clutched his head, pressing herself into his face. He tasted water and salt and his own come. He moved to her clit, tonguing it fast and light while he pushed three fingers deep up inside her. He felt the growing tension in her body, then she gave a sudden gasp, and her cunt pulsed and squeezed as she came against his face.

He dried himself quietly and got dressed while she stayed in the shower a little longer to cover the sound. Then he slipped out the door.

He was halfway across the living the room when he heard the drawl from the shadows. 

"Well if it ain't Sonny Jim. Guess whose holiday's about to get a whole lot worse."



Exposure



Exposure. Accentuation. Two words which describe your outfit as you stand before me. From behind, you are perfectly decently dressed. Bra, strappy top, tight black leggings. From the front, it is obvious the leggings have been modified.

As you stand there, your cheeks starting to warm, your breathing measured, but beginning to come in gasps, you look down. Where your leggings should be, instead your pussy mound is visible thanks to a perfectly cut hole. The only part of the outfit which can be considered outrageous. And this makes it all the more outrageous, as you stand there, completely clothed, except with your smooth, hairless pussy exposed to me. Accentuated by the rest of your clothing.

"Very nice" you hear me say to you from the sofa, and your gaze lifts to meet mine. You can see the enjoyment in my eyes, which only serves to increase your breathing slightly, your heart beating faster. Knowing the pleasure I am getting from seeing you like this, starts to give you pleasure, and it begins to overshadow your embarrassment. That notwithstanding, you blush at my words, and for a moment move your hands to cover yourself, before you remember not to, and place them down at your side. A deep breath.

You try to steady your breathing as you concentrate on standing up straight as you have been commanded to. You watch me get up from the sofa and move towards you until I am right in front of you, close enough that you can smell my aftershave, with a hint of my desire underneath. I place a finger under your chin and lift your head slightly so I am gazing straight into your eyes. "You, especially your pussy, are now my property for the evening, to do with as I please." You nod, your eyes submissive, trying to break my gaze, your breathing starting to become irregular and slightly ragged. I move foward, place my right hand on your left cheek, and kiss you deeply, my tongue tasting your lips and stroking against your tongue. Electricity flows through you, the touch is sensational and you feel your nipples harden and your already damp pussy become more moist as the cool air of the room plays on your lips.

"Move your feet apart slightly" I whisper in your ear. Closing your eyes and exhaling as a a bolt of excitement rushes through your body, you do so. With your legs slightly open I again kiss you, but this time trail my fingers down your neck, and then your back. Bringing them back to your neck I then trail them over your breasts, pausing to slowly stroke your nipples through your top and bra, before continuing down until they are half way down your left thigh. Moving up now, sliding over the fabric of your leggings, you feel my fingers tracing inexorably upwards. You feel your clit start to tingle in anticipation with the impending touch, which never comes. I move my hands away from you, a devilish twinkle in my eyes, as you gasp for breath, indignant at the pleasure denied you, your clit throbbing it's desire.

Suddenly you feel my touch against you, returning exactly where it stopped. I stroke my fingers up through your sopping wet lips, parting them until I reach your clit and start rubbing gently. You let out a soft moan as the sensations consume you. My left hand is stroking the back of your head as I kiss you once again, all these stimuli conspiring to stir powerful emotions and sensations deep within you. I move my fingers again, and this time push one of them inside you. You gasp as your knees buckle slightly at the penetration, and I begin to curl my finger, stroking your g-spot. Your arms reach up to grab my head, pulling my mouth harder against yours as you kiss me passionately, not wanting the sensations to end.

But I am in a teasing mood. I slowly withdraw my finger and stop kissing you. You whimper and look up at me with pleading eyes "But, but..." you say in a quiet voice. I simply grin as I bring my finger to your lips. You hungrily lick and suck your juices from it, moaning with pleasure as the sweet taste fills your mouth, your pussy dripping juices onto your legging-enclosed thighs. I lead you back to the sofa and switch on the TV. "I have a special treat for you" I say as I usher you to your seat and press 'play' on the DVD. Images fill the screen. A couple, naked, locked in an embrace, kissing one another passionately. You squirm in your seat, a grin on your face. The couple move to begin licking one another, each one's tongue stroking up against the other's body, the man's sliding into the girl's as she takes his cock hungrily into her mouth. You look across at me, pleading in your eyes. "When the time is right" is my simple response. Your body feels electrified. The images playing across your mind as you wonder what is in store for you tonight, what pleasures you will experience. Your nipples stand hard, erect and sensitive, pressing against your clothing. Your clit tingles, your lips are slick with desire.

"Stand up" I command, and you do so without question. You are standing before me now with your gorgeous pussy on display for me to see once more. "Sit on the edge of the sofa" I say as you do so, holding your legs wide open. Your lips slowly spread with your legs and drip a drop of your sweet juices onto the floor. You close your eyes, and then feel my tongue sliding up your lips, tasting you, running up over your clit and massaging it. You moan softly as the sensations fill you, your skin goosepimpling as you feel me suck your lips and clit into my mouth and run my tongue over them all, before releasing them and sliding my tongue into you, collecting more sweet nectar. The sensations are almost overwhelming as you feel the intense pleasure building inside of you. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as your breathing becomes more ragged.

All of a sudden, you feel me stop, and you open your eyes inquisitively, letting out a gasp. I move up from between your legs to kiss you deeply, sharing your taste. Your tongue licks mine hungrily, wanting to capture every last bit of your taste. As we kiss I remove my trousers and underwear, revealing my cock to you. You grab it gently with your hand, massaging it, I groan as you do so, the sensations are amazing. I push towards you so my cock is hovering by your entrance. You release it from your grip and as you do so I slide it up and down your lips, sliding against your clit. Electric tingles spread from your clit throughout your pussy and radiate out to the rest of your body as your heart pounds harder in your chest with the senstation. You gasp and close your eyes, breathing heavily you will me to push myself inside you, to release you from the teasing.

But release you I do not. Instead, I pull my cock away from you, and peck you on the cheek with a tingle in my eye. You glare back a LOOK at me, attempting to steady my breathing as I stand up before you, holding my cock near your mouth. You take it in your hand, and move your self forward. Opening your mouth, you wrap it around the end of me, tasting us both, licking around the head before making your way down towards your hand as it strokes up and down. You seductively lick my precum from the end of my cock whilst looking straight up into my eyes, I can see the passion and lust building within you.

"That's quite enough for now" I gasp out, my voice barely registering with you consciousness as I pull away from you. "A quick break, I think". You lick your lips clean as you lean back slightly on the sofa, every sense heightened, arousal coursing through your entire body. You watch as I get up and place some cushions over on the dining table, wondering what I have planned next. "Time for a rest. Get up, face me, take off your leggings, then go and lay face down over there on the table, legs apart so I can still see everything..." I help you up off the sofa, and sit down on it myself, looking straight at you.

You play with the waistband of your leggings, running a thumb between it and your skin around the front of your body, letting the fabric pull away from and then slide back against you as you move your hand from side to side. You look at me with a shy grin for a moment longer before hooking each hand under the elastic on either hip, and pushing the leggings downwards in one swift movement. I get up to hold you steady as you pull the garment off each leg, until you are standing before me, completely naked from the waist down. You turn, and moving so as to deliberately wiggle your bum at me, you move over to the table, part your legs, bend at the waist and rest your torso down on the cusions, head to one side, your hands either side of your head. You close your eyes and rest there, feeling the fresh air of the room breathing against your buttocks, enjoying the knowledge that I am enjoying the view.

You hear me leave the room, heading for the kitchen. You hear me making tea, returning, sitting down and drinking it. Your eyes remain closed. The fiery passion in your loins softens, but still simmers, fuelled by the knowledge that you are putting on a good show for me. Minutes pass, perhaps tens of minutes, you are not sure. Still you lay there, your legs parted, offering a fine view of your pussy and ass to me.

Noise. Movement. You hear and sense me coming closer. Much closer. Sensation. My finger. stroking, then...penetrating. Instantly inside you, you are still soaking wet. As soon as it appeared it has gone, until you feel it pressed against your mouth. You open your lips and hungrily lick your exotic taste from it, just as....more sensation. Again my cock presses against you. You moan. And gasp, as the pressing turns into a new feeling as I slide myself into you, into the warm, wet depths of your body. Feeling my penetration, your skin goosepimples all over your body and you let out a gasp. Emotions flood your consciousness as I sink completely into you as you continue to lick my finger. I begin to slide back out of you, and then with a thrust back in. You break off the licking to bite your lip, your eyes now wide open as you feel me fucking you, over and over again, my body pushing against you at the top of every stroke.

My hands are on your hips, gripping you tightly as I pull you onto my cock with each thrust. Your mouth is wide open, gasping and moaning, your entire being is saturated with sensations as I start to fuck you harder. You feel me thrust in once more, as far as I can go, before you feel my body shaking and my cock spasming as you sense the warmth inside you as I shoot my spunk deep inside you, filling you up. You can barely hear my gasps through the ringing in your ears of your blood pumping, as you feel my cock withdraw. As I do so, you immediately feel warmth dripping from you, down your lips, over your clit, making its way down your thighs.

As my spunk drips from you, you hear me collapsing on the sofa and take a swig of what is left of my tea. A pause, then "OK, now lay back on the floor, facing me, legs open. Make yourself cum for me".

With quite an effort, after having been layed over the table so long, you push yourself upwards. Another drip of cum trails out of you down your leg as you do so, cooling quickly on your skin. You hesitantly walk over to the centre of the room, in front of the sofa, and lay back on the floor. You open your legs wide, bent at the knee. You can see my intent gaze above your body, as you move your hand down to between your legs. You slide your fingers between your lips, incredibly wet with both our juices. Pushing them inside you, you can feel the silky smooth remains of my spunk in your pussy, then you withdraw your fingers to start to rub it all into your clit. Such has been the teasing of the day, your body instantly responds. Fresh desire tingles, your mind replaying everything that has happened. Your fingers stroke expertly over your most sensitive spot, rubbing my cum into your clit, faster and faster, harder and harder. You feel your orgasm building inside you, the release that you have desired for so long, bigger bigger bigger until you explode with desire, and lust, crying out as your entire body bucks and convulses in time with your muscles contracting between your wide open legs, until you collapse down onto your back, a dull throbbing ache of satisfaction spreading from your still-twitching pussy.

You lick your fingers clean, your head pounding. You just about manage to get up off the floor, to join me on the sofa. sitting down next to me, your bare skin now cooling off with our cum all over it, you curl up in my lap. You close your eyes, and can feel my hand softly caressing your hair, your cheeks, and your neck. You are utterly spent, and content. "Well done, darling" you hear through the haze, as you relax, your mind starting to wonder what is in store for the rest of the evening...



Exposure



Emma sat at her desk in complete silence. Her mouth hung open in utter shock at the image displayed on her computer screen. With a shaking hand caused by a sudden adrenaline rush, she took a deep breath and clicked to minimise the image before trying to regain her composure. 

Feelings of buried lust and guilt at her forbidden voyeurism coursed through her as she slouched in her chair, the mental image of her gorgeous housemate still fresh in her mind. He had been sat at the desk in his bedroom, wearing the charcoal coloured suit that was made to measure and hugged his lean physique like a lover. It was obvious from his position in the photograph that he had placed the camera on his desk and set the auto-timer to take the shot. 

"Oh, my God," she whispered to herself, "I can't believe it."

Staring into the blank screen in a daze, a mixture of disbelief and wanton longing washed over her as she felt her mouth going dry and her chest heaving slightly. She sat up straight, her eyes just peeking over the top of the five foot partition and surveyed the office; everyone was busy. Knowing she shouldn't but wanting to anyway, Emma maximised the photo once more. As it filled her computer screen, a sudden surge of paranoia caused her to glance around quickly once more to make sure no one could see her. Happy that no one could observe what she was doing, she turned back to the screen. 

Emma couldn't have counted the number of times in the past that she had curled her bottom lip between her teeth and bitten down to keep from moaning whilst in bed, silently stroking herself to climax thinking about that very man. Now she was looking at him reclined in his own chair, with his large, stiff cock thrust up through his open trouser zip.

Quickly clicking on to the next image, it was obvious that Jack had just exited the shower. Droplets of water sat seductively all over his muscular frame, following the contours of his rugged muscles. His wet, dark hair, looking like a million fibres of black silk, was slicked back as he looked directly into the camera for the photo. 

Her eyes slowly slipped from his chiselled, slightly stubbled jawline, down over his broad shoulders and over his rippling physique. The perfect form of his muscular abdomen gave away his penchant for regular gym sessions and healthy eating. He was an Adonis! Emma's gaze drifted lower as she pressed her lips together firmly to keep from moaning her approval. A large, fluffy white towel was slung around his lean waist and hung lazily on his hips. The teasing shroud concealed what she already knew to be one of his best features. At that very second, Emma felt like dropping to her knees in the middle of the office and thanking God she was born a woman. 

A sudden pang of guilt washed through her and she once again minimised the image in shame.

Jack and Emma had hit it off the first day he moved in. She had thought at the time that he was one of the most attractive guys she had ever met, only later coming to realise that he was also a genuinely lovely person. Although she secretly fancied the pants off him, for whatever reason, nothing had ever developed romantically in the six months since he had moved in and, over time, they had simply become just good friends. Now though, now she had seen his cock.

This had all been due to the fact that Emma had been running late for her appointment that morning. The usually calm and collected exterior of a woman in complete control, had been replaced with one which exemplified, in every sense of the word, panic.

Her relaxed evening the previous night had consisted of reading some naughty erotica and enjoying some slow, gentle masturbation whilst listening to mellow jazz music. The inevitable result was that she had forgotten to turn the volume back up on her radio alarm clock. Instead of being jarred to consciousness at 7am by the blaring voice of a radio DJ far too happy for that time in the morning, she was instead softly awoken by his gentle whispers; an hour later than normal.

In classic 'running late for work' fashion, a hurried jumble of quick-fire cock-ups had ensued as Emma rushed to get ready and out of the door. She had hurriedly washed toothpaste from her hair, left the bathroom looking like the aftermath of a college party, and had even taken the time to remove her panties and slip them back on the right way round. Just when she'd thought things couldn't have gotten any worse, they did.

Although Emma's digital camera was advertised as Splash Proof when she purchased it, as she'd watched it taking a swim in the washing machine on a fast spin cycle, she doubted very much that it would survive. As the now useless chunk of black plastic had bumped and sloshed against the glass door, she had gotten a sneaking suspicion that today was going to be 'one of those days'.

Emma was an estate agent and part of her job was to call on home owners and complete a survey of their property. This included making notes of room sizes, conjuring up impressive sounding property jargon for the adverts and taking artistic photos which always made rooms look larger than they actually were.

"Think, Emma; think," she had said to herself as she'd crouched in front of the washing machine and stared into the soapy abyss.

There was only one other person that lived in the house and, luckily, she knew Jack had recently treated himself to a new digital camera. Knowing it was her only option, Emma had kicked off her heels and rushed back upstairs, entering Jack's bedroom, knowing he had already left for work. She found the camera sat on a fancy looking docking station on his computer desk. In the spirit of sharing, Jack and Emma borrowed each other's things all the time so she didn't think borrowing his camera would be a problem. Okay, it wasn't a mobile phone charger or a tube of toothpaste, but she could be trusted to look after it. 

Many friends of Emma's assumed on first meeting Jack that they were in fact a couple. In reality, both Jack and Emma were technically both single with Jack 'half seeing' a girl on the internet. Emma had never really understood online dating or how it worked, especially considering the girl he was supposedly dating lived on the other side of the world. She had asked him once, purely out of curiosity and he had told her that it was nothing serious. "Just a bit of fun." They would chat, flirt and send each other photos. It was now as clear as crystal what those photos he referred to actually were.

As she sat there in a haze of heady excitement, Emma knew she should unplug the camera from her computer and respect Jack's privacy. The problem was, the more she tried not to think about his ripped body and impressive manhood, the more she couldn't help herself. Emma was seriously aroused and in desperate need of cooling the burning of her flushed cheeks. She cracked open the window next to her desk to feel the caress of a cool breeze, and took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

It was no good; she couldn't concentrate. Everything she looked at reminded her of what she had just seen. Glancing around the office, she was seeing cock— everywhere! Emma could already feel a dampness in her black lace panties as she sat back down and squirmed in her seat. 

As she went to close the minimised window on her screen, she stopped, her finger hovering above the button on the mouse. She knew she shouldn't but there were thirty more images on the camera, each one a temptation too strong to resist. The thought of seeing more of Jack at his most intimate caused her cheeks to flush an even brighter shade of red. Her breath became ragged and the familiar tingle of arousal began to spread over her body. Emma slipped her jacket off onto the back of her chair and, with no small amount of effort, clicked onto the next photograph. The towel was gone.

A quick gasp, that actually sounded more like a squeak, escaped her lips as she was once again brought face to face with the most delicious cock she had ever seen. Emma unconsciously licked her lips whilst admiring the impressive, uncut length; what she wouldn't give to get her hands on him. He even shaved his balls, 'God, he is so hot!' she thought to herself.

Emma had her finger poised above the mouse, the cursor sat over the 'minimise' button, ready to hide her new, voyeuristic pleasure at the slightest sign of anyone in the office heading her way. Without even realising she was doing it, Emma had begun to gently tease her left nipple through the soft material of her blouse as a soft whimper escaped her lips. With increasing pressure from her fingertips, an aching tightness between her legs soon became her primary focus as she pressed her thighs together tightly.

Realising how dry her mouth had become, she reached over to take a drink of water. As she put the glass to her lips and tipped the cool liquid into her mouth, keeping her eyes glued to the screen the entire time, her worst nightmare came true.

"You naughty girl," came a voice from right over her shoulder.

The water sprayed from her mouth and bounced back out of the glass, soaking her face and the top of her blouse. She quickly span her chair around with droplets of water running down her panic-stricken expression and came face to face with her best friend, Cassie. Always a troublemaker and considered the office joker, her smile stretched from ear to ear as she tried to suppress a laugh at the sight of Emma, dripping wet and caught red-handed looking at dirty photos on her computer.

"Jesus Christ, Cassie!" Emma whispered loudly, "You scared the shit out of me!"

Cassie reached over to the box of tissues sat on Emma's desk and handed her one. "Sorry; I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I was just coming over to say hello and happened to catch you looking at some porn."

"Shh! Keep your voice down," Emma chided quietly, taking another quick glance up and down the office. "This is not porn. It's... It's..."

"Looks like porn to me," Cassie replied, leaning over Emma to get a better look. "Oh, he's fucking gorgeous! Can you email me that?"

"No I can not!" Emma replied, a little louder than she had expected. Cassie turned to look at her, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Why not?" she asked slowly, in a curious tone. Seeing the trepidation in her friend's expression, she started to piece things together as she flicked her gaze back and forth between the explicit photo on the computer screen and Emma's face, only now recognising her friend's housemate. "You did not! Is that...?" She almost screamed in excitement. Cassie had been Emma's friend for several years and had been over to the house and met Jack many times since he had moved in.

"Would you keep your voice down! What are you trying to do, get me fired?" Emma grabbed her firmly by the sleeve and pulled her down for a conspiratorial, girly chat. "You did not see this. It is not who you think it is. No, I did not sleep with him."

"Sleep with who?" replied Cassie.

"Jack."

"So it is him! I knew it." Cassie was the master of deception and could psychologically wrangle any secret from anybody. Her cunning powers of manipulation were legendary around the firm.

"Shit. Okay, it's him, but you didn't see this, okay? I left my camera in my jacket pocket the other day and it is, at this very moment, doing the back crawl around my washing machine. I had to borrow Jack's camera for the Sanderson appointment this morning." 

Cassie crouched down next to the chair, reached over for another tissue and started drying a few missed spots of moisture from Emma's face. "I'm starting to worry about you, Em. Six months you have been living with this guy," she pointed to the screen, "And you haven't once fucked him. You're not going... funny on me, are you?" And with that she puckered her lips and made comical kissing noises.

Emma couldn't help but laugh. "No, I'm not going 'funny'. You know I like him, it's just... never happened. I'm not as, erm, forward as you are."

Cassie's eyebrows rose. "I'm going to assume you didn't just mean to insinuate that I'm a slut." Emma blushed, nervously. "I'm joking! Listen, when he comes home from work tonight, why don't you just rip his clothes off?"

Emma had had enough of Cassie's advice to last a lifetime. She was thirty years old and could make her own bad decisions, thank you very much. She closed the photo that was open on the screen, turned back to her friend and replied jovially, "Thanks, Cass. I might just do that."

Cassie planted a huge kiss on her friends cheek. "Lucky bitch." she giggled as she strode off.

After an excruciating day of sexual frustration and thoughts that can only be described as mischievous temptation, Emma eventually made it home. The traffic of the central city almost drove her to the brink on several occasions. All she wanted to do was strip off her clothes, peel the now sodden panties down her legs and plunge her favourite vibrator into her aching pussy until she came so hard she nearly passed out. That's all.

Slinging her bag onto the table in the hallway, she strode into the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of cold white wine that barely hit the sides. Not realising how long she had actually been stuck in the traffic, Emma was surprised to hear the front door open as Jack arrived home.

"Anybody in?" he called from the hallway.

"In the kitchen."

As he strode through the doorway, she couldn't help but look at him in a different way. He was wearing an expensive, graphite coloured suit that just dripped from his muscular frame. Emma fought the temptation to allow her eyes to drift down to his crotch and instead of drooling, forced a smile. 

"Hey, Em. How was your day?" he asked. Jack was always thoughtful and kind. He enquired every single day and never out of a sense of duty or a need to make small talk. It was because he actually cared.

"Pretty good, thanks. How about you?"

"Oh, you know. I'm always kept busy solving other people's problems," he replied as he slipped off his suit jacket and slowly removed his tie. "I'm just going to grab a quick shower and then I'll cook us up something nice. Sound good?"

Emma just smiled and nodded, not trusting her voice at that moment. He was handsome, successful, kind, had a cock that made her want to just kneel and worship it for the whole evening and, oh yes, he was also a fantastic cook. As he turned and left, her eyes closed and a dreamy sigh escaped her lips at the thought of him in the kitchen, completely naked except for an apron, his firm buttocks showing from the back. She bit her bottom lip and whimpered at the thoughts that now cascaded through her mind. She needed to cum and she needed to cum right now!

Emma hitched up her short skirt as she perched her bottom gently on the corner of the kitchen table and slowly slipped her right hand into her panties. She was dripping with excitement and couldn't believe the state she had gotten herself into. Rubbing her throbbing clit in slow, circular motions, Emma tilted her head back and allowed a guttural moan to escape her lips as the pleasure spread from her centre. She could feel the tumultuous pressure of an impending orgasm building inside of her and could barely keep from plunging her fingers into her aching depths to finish the job. Now that she was on the precipice of bliss, she wanted nothing more than to ride it slowly to its conclusion.

She began to imagine Jack walking back into the kitchen and ravishing her on the kitchen table. He would grip the delicate, lacy material of her panties and roughly tear them from her body as he stepped between her spread thighs. Gripping the front of her blouse, that too would be disposed of in an equally masculine manner as the buttons would bounce and skitter across the kitchen floor. He would place the head of his stiff length between the swollen folds of her pussy and then...

"Hey, Em?"

Oh shit! Either Jack had just had the fastest shower known to mankind, or Emma had completely lost track of time. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs and hid the glossy, slick evidence of her fingers behind her back before Jack made it to the bottom of the stairs. With her cheeks flushed and burning bright red, her appearance gave away her condition but she tried her best not to show it.

"Yeah?" she squeaked in reply.

He appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist and padded across the cool, tiled floor of the kitchen, barefoot. His short, dark hair, the colour of a moonless midnight, was slicked back; his lean, rippling physique swathed in enticing droplets of moisture. 'He looks just like he did in the photo,' Emma thought to herself as she swallowed and ran the tip of her tongue over her plump lips. 

"Have you seen my camera?"

The camera! Emma's eyes went wide and the colour drained from her face. In the confusion of her frenzied, sex-addled brain, she had forgotten to place it back in Jack's room and had left it in her bag which was now sat on the hallway table. Blushing furiously and struggling to maintain eye contact with him, she mumbled through her excuse as best as she could manage. 

"Your camera, yeah... I hope you don't mind but I borrowed it for a house viewing this morning." Emma glanced over the washing machine in the corner and then back to Jack. "Mine took a swim."

"Oh, right. No, that's fine," he replied disarmingly, followed by a little laugh. "Sorry to hear about your camera."

"Thanks." 

Emma retrieved the camera from her bag in the hall and handed it back to him, avoiding eye contact. She hadn't felt that embarrassed in a long time. As Jack went back upstairs to change, she watched his tight buttocks flex from side to side under the towel like a couple of walnuts wrapped in a tea towel. Letting out a deep sigh and having completely lost the motivation to continue pleasuring herself, she set the table for dinner and helped herself to another glass of wine.

The fusilli pasta was delicious. As they both delved into their large bowls of steaming, saucy italian swirls, Emma was amazed at how she had yet to find a single thing that Jack was bad at. Everything they ate was fresh and homemade. Each savoury morsel was an explosion of tangy tomato and creamy parmesan cheese.

"You could be a chef, you know," Emma remarked.

Jack laughed and smiled, his perfect, pearly white teeth showing under his moist, licked lips. The warm glow from the lamp in the corner of the room accentuated the masculine form of his chiselled jawline. 

"You say that every time I cook us something to eat," he replied, giving her a slight huff of amusement as he took a drink of his crisp chardonnay.

"Well, it's true. You have a natural talent in the kitchen," Emma stated in an off-the-cuff manner. The flirty banter was commonplace; a regular but friendly game played at mealtimes.

A reluctant smile found its way to his lips. "Thanks, Em. I appreciate the compliment." Emma just caught sight in the corner of her eye of the wink he flashed her across the table, and she almost instantly felt her cheeks blush. 

'More wine,' she considered, helping herself to another mouthful, 'Lots more wine.'

Resting his fork on the edge of his bowl, he gently placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly. "What were the pictures like?" 

Blowing bubbles in your glass of wine was never sexy. Having almost choked on her drink, Emma patted her chest as she coughed. As she grabbed her napkin and subtly dabbed her mouth, she eeked out, "What?"

"The photos, of the house. Did they come out ok?" he asked. "I splashed out a little more for the expensive model but I think it was worth it."

"Oh, right," Emma replied, now a nervous wreck. "Very good. The quality was... excellent."

They finished dinner and, after clearing away the pots, Emma made the excuse that she had a little work to finish off. She sequestered herself on the couch with her laptop and a the last of her glass of wine. As the machine booted up, she jumped as she felt Jack's hands slide over the tops of her arms and gently come to rest on her shoulders. A quiet gasp of surprise and delight escaped her lips as he leaned in close, his face right next to hers. She could smell the fresh, fragrant cologne he had splashed on; it was intoxicating.




Exposure



"I'll be in my room. I'll leave you to it for a bit." Jack reached forward and tapped her laptop screen softly with the tip of his index finger, "Don't work too hard, ok?"

Emma just nodded her head and watched as he stood up and walked out of the room. She knew that this was getting serious now; from the second that image had flashed across the computer screen that morning, she had been unable to think of anything else but Jack. It had rekindled a fire that had been smouldering for far too long now. Something would have to give.

She sat with her computer on her lap and stared off into space. Emma wasn't sure how long she had been daydreaming but a 'ping' sound from the speakers brought her back down to earth. She opened up the email that sat in her inbox and suddenly felt lightheaded seeing who the sender was. It was the man upstairs.

-

I know you saw my photographs today, I could see it in your eyes.

You could barely look at me this evening but I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. 

You're fucking sexy when you blush, Em.

Join me?

-

"Oh, my God!" she squealed in shock, clapping her hand to her mouth. Her eyes drifted to the top of the email and saw that there was an attachment. "He didn't."

Emma's hands were shaking so much she could barely work the track pad on the laptop to click on it. As it opened up, there, full screen and just for her was the hottest guy she had ever laid her eyes on. He was wearing the same pair of jeans and white linen shirt as ten minutes ago, he'd just taken the photo. He was relaxing back in his chair at the desk, the buttons of his shirt being teased open by his big, strong hands.

She knew this was it, no turning back now. Emma placed her laptop on the coffee table and walked into the hall. She slowly climbed the stairs on unsteady legs, still aroused and with an incessant tingling sensation still teasing from her denied orgasm earlier; she could feel the swollen, squishy heat between her thighs with each step. Her stomach tightened in anticipation.

She felt a little silly by the incredible level of nervous tension that she was feeling. It wasn't like she was a virgin, and Jack had just given her a very definitive 'come on'. Trying to control her breathing, she stopped just outside his bedroom door and slowly pushed it open. He was sat there waiting, his shirt now open and exposing his incredible upper body. It was enough to make any woman drool. Emma's attempt to remain in control of her own body began to fail as her breathing shallowed and her pulse quickened.

"I, err..." Emma began, but was cut off with a slow shake of his head. Her mouth opened and closed as an amused smirk creased his lips. He looked straight into her eyes and she felt like a gazelle that had just turned around and caught sight of a lion licking its lips.

"I'm going to say this once, Emma, so there is no misunderstanding between us." His voice was like dripping honey and as he shifted in his seat, the muscles of his abdomen rippled across his frame; the perfect, hard-earned abs like steel under his skin. "I want you."

She didn't know if it was his words, or the lustful longing evident in his eyes, but their bodies collided in a whirlwind of sexual energy as he crushed her up against the door, slamming it shut behind them. His lips mashed against hers, a passionate press of hot, moist flesh as their tongues danced against each other.

"Oh, fuck," Emma whimpered, as Jack's untamed fervour possessed her body in whatever way he wished. The sharp, grating of his stubbled cheek against the soft skin of her own drove her wild. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled tightly as his hands roamed her body and his lips began their descent. He played his tongue and teeth down her the side of her sensitive neck and she tipped her head back as he passionately kissed her throat.

Emma's hands roamed the landscape of his chest, resting on his firm pecks, the warmth of his skin fuelling her fire. Jack's unrelenting assault of her body was animalistic and impassioned as her back and shoulders bounced off the door. She gasped as she felt his strong hands slide up her legs, gripping the bottom of her skirt as he shimmied it up over her thighs.

He dropped to his knees and Emma had to lean into the door behind her, resting her hands on his head to stop from collapsing. The lust-filled aroma of her sex permeated the room from the cloying dampness of her lacy, black panties as Jack slowly worked his fingers under the waist band and began to tease the hot, swollen lips of her aching pussy. 

"Jack... please!" she moaned, before bruising her bottom lip with her teeth. It had been a long time since anyone else's fingers had touched her. It felt... electric. Gripping and tugging at his hair, she could hear him breathing deeply, taking in the scent of a woman. Hooking his fingers over the waistband of panties, her heightened senses detected the slight rustle of the delicate material slipping over her hips and sliding down her smooth legs to pool on the floor at her ankles.

Encouraging her legs a little wider apart with his hands, Jack leaned forward and, with one long, slow motion, turned Emma's mind to mush. He ran his warm tongue from the soft, puckered skin of her arse up, slowly parting her swollen, hot folds and finally flicking gently off the tip of her throbbing clit. Emma's knees buckled and Jack stood to hold her. He placed one strong arm around her waist and, with the other, gripped her bottom and lifted her from the floor effortlessly. In his arms, she was in heaven.

His stubble brushed against her cheeks once more as he again whispered his seduction softly into her ear. 

"You taste so fucking good." 

Completely unable to help herself, Emma giggled like a girl and Jack laughed also. Carrying her over to his kingsize bed, he playfully threw her onto the crisp, cool cotton sheets as the glint in his eyes suggested all manner of terrible things in Emma's imagination.

As she lay there with a splay of messy blonde hair covering his subtly, cologne scented pillow, she relaxed into the reality of the situation. Now she knew how Jack also felt about her, all of Emma's earlier nervousness began to dissipate and a streak of mischief presented itself. Jack leant forward to crawl onto the foot of the bed but Emma halted his progress with a raised finger.

"Strip for me."

With an amused smile on his lips, he stood back up and began to slowly undress for her in a private striptease of her very own, a show that money could not buy. Watching that perfect specimen slip the open shirt from his shoulders whilst he looked directly into her eyes reminded Emma of the urgent need to relieve the tension that had been building all day. In a mirror of sensual teasing, she lifted her hips from the bed and wiggled the black material of her skirt over her hips, and discarded it off the side of the bed. 

Her breath caught in her throat and she licked her lips as she watched Jack's nimble fingers unfasten the buckle of his brown leather belt and, in a clenched fist, slip it from his jeans before slackened fingers let it drop to the floor. Each pop of the buttons on his jeans sent a shudder of delight through her before he finally slid them off exposing his rippling thighs and a huge bulge inside of his tight, black boxer shorts.

Unable to keep his hands off her a moment longer, he crawled up between her legs like some prowling, wild animal and gripped the soft fabric of her blouse. In a perfect mirror of her earlier fantasy and with a subtle grunt, he tore her shirt open, sending the delicate, pearlescent buttons bouncing and rolling across his bedroom floor. Emma gasped in shock at this display of primal lust and reached up to bring his mouth to hers, their lips crushing together in a press of warm, soft flesh.

Reaching down between their bodies, she slid her hand over the bulge in Jack's boxers and squeezed gently. This elicited a moan of approval that resonated in her mouth as she moaned in reply. Emma slipped her hand inside and closed her fingers around his long, thick cock for the first time. Rubbing slowly up and down the length, she could feel that he was as hard as steel as his hips began to push back and forth, thrusting into her fist.

Working his hands behind her back, he unhooked her matching, black lace bra and slid it from her heaving breasts. With her nipples firm and aching for some attention, Jack's warm mouth and skillful tongue felt like heaven as he took each one in turn and sucked on them with a loving tenderness, each gentle nibble causing a whimper of appreciation. Cupping her breasts in his large hands, he kissed his way down between the swell of her supple mounds of feminine flesh as his cock slipped from her grip. His lips burned over her skin, leaving a path of fire and passion etched like a trail of sexual fervency.

Delicately scraping his teeth across the silken skin of her abdomen, Jack slid lower on the bed until he was nestled between Emma's thighs. A high pitched groan of sexual ecstasy escaped from her pursed lips as he firmly spread her legs wider. With a hunger that betrayed his inner desire, he began to devour the beautiful woman laid before him parting her puffy, warm labia as his tongue began to stroke against her tortured sex.

Emma arched her back and slipped her fingertips through his hair, pulling him into her. Her agony of constant arousal and orgasm denial had left her on the brink of insanity. With a renewed vigour, Emma bucked her hips against his face, feeling the flat of this tongue as it lapped at her pussy. Knowing from her response how much Emma needed this, Jack decided he was in a mischievous mood and infrequently flicked and feathered his stiffened tongue across Emma's clitoral hood, knowing it would drive her to madness.

Just when he thought that Emma could take no more and one more solitary lick would tip the scales, he stopped and slowly worked his way back up over her body, placing his hands either side of her slender shoulders.

"You fucking tease," Emma whispered coarsely. 

"Who's teasing?" Jack whispered in his husky voice, his playful grin disarming yet infuriating. Pushing his hips forward, his cock played slowly against her folds, becoming slick and feeling the waiting warmth.

Emma gripped his face firmly and looked into the eyes that burned with a passion she had lusted over for so long, "Jack, I need you to fuck me!"

With a smouldering expression that made her squirm, he lowered his body to hers and kissed the crook of her neck as the head of his cock spread her crease and speared its way slowly into her depths. "Yes!" she cried out, raking her fingernails across his muscular shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his back, hooking her ankles just above his buttocks and forcing him deeper inside.

With each thrust he eased a little more of his length into Emma's tight, clenching pussy until, with a final push and a grunt of satisfaction he felt his balls press against her ass. She squeezed his cock with an unknown hunger, gripping his shaft like a vice of hot, liquid silk. Feeling the intense pleasure of her warmth, Jack stroked his thick, hard length into her slick pussy with a rhythmic clarity, the ridges of his muscular outline relaxing and contracting as his hips rolled into hers again and again. 

"Oh yes!" Emma cried, "Jack, please! Fuck me hard."

Jack picked up the pace and began to plunge harder and faster into Emma as her hips bucked against his, meeting each forceful press. Her bottom lifted from the bed each time his cock withdrew, only to be pounded back into the mattress with each powerful thrust of his hips. Feeling such a powerful, strong man taking her roughly and filling her so completely, Emma felt the stirring within—the tightening of her muscles, the tingling of her skin, the warmth, the indescribable sensation of climatic inevitability.

"Jack... I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, her head pressing hard into the soft pillows as a trickle of sweat ran between the swell of her breasts .

Unhooking her ankles, Emma let her legs fall to the sides as she slid her hands down his rippling back and gripped his smooth, clenching buttocks. With handfuls of firm, undulating muscle, she pulled him into her as deep as he could go. Feeling a tightening of his own, Jack's thrusts grew more demanding until eventually she felt his body stiffen above her. With her body being pummelled into the bed, her ample breasts undulated with each ebb and flow; a few final, forceful thrusts signalled the end as a groan of pleasure escaped his lips. 

As Emma's own orgasm burst to life and she reached the point of no return, a low growl from Jack tipped her over the edge into the abyss of sexual cataclysm. Every muscle in her body tensed as she arched her back, mashing her breasts against Jack's firm chest. A torrent of come rose from his heavy balls, up through his cock and erupted into her aching pussy as he came inside her. His pulsing shaft twitched again and again, filling her until it leaked out around his width and began to trickle from her.

The wet heat of his come pooled inside of her felt excruciatingly good as the shudders of his dying orgasm rippled against her naked body. When not a single more ounce of strength remained, he collapsed on top of her as she released a trembling breath, his muscular torso, hot and glistening with the sweat of their sexual exertions pressed down heavily on her delicate frame.

Breathing raggedly against each other, the heat of their worn bodies feeling like an inferno, Emma rolled over on top of Jack as his spent cock slipped from her plundered crevice. Straddling his hips, she began to kiss him, tasting the lustful cocktail of their coupling on his lips; savouring the aroma of her own juices paired with the saltiness of his sweat. 

Whispering now in a soft voice, she confided, "You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Jack." A tender crease of a smile touched his lips as he stroked her hair softly.

"I've wanted you too. You're a beautiful woman, Em. I can't believe it has taken us this long."

Kissing him passionately, her tongue wrestling with his, she stopped as suddenly as she had started and asked, "You know what this means, don't you?"

"No. What?"

Feeling empowered and like a completely new woman, she leant down and whispered quietly in his ear, "We have a lot of catching up to do." Laughing, Jack slapped her ass as Emma giggled girlishly.

She sat up a little straighter and softly placed the tip of her right finger on his forehead, running it slowly down the length of his nose and over his lips. "Now that you're my man," she began, continuing down over the crest of his stubbled chin and slowly over his throat, "I guess I can do whatever I want with you. Right?" 

Subconsciously licking his lips, Jack nodded his head as Emma's finger continued to trace a scintillating path on his skin. She ran her finger slowly around one of his nipples then, shuffling lower down his body, traced the outline of his defined six-pack. Forcing his legs apart with her knees, she slid her smooth body down between his legs and rested her arms on this thighs. Taking his soft, come-slicked cock in her hand, she slowly licked up the entire length, feeling as it already began to grow. 

Slipping the head into her mouth, she sucked, running her tongue around the ridge and tasting him for the first time. Teasing and playing with her new toy, Emma wrapped her tongue deftly around the head and swirled it in circles as his erection returned in full. She watched with no small amount of self satisfaction as Jack's lips parted and his eyes closed. Cupping his balls with her other hand and squeezing gently, she whispered to him, "Tell me how much you want me to suck your cock right now."

"Oh fuck, yes! More than anything, Em," he moaned.

Taking his now hard length in her hand and jerking him off slowly, a thought occurred to her. "You know what? This is going to sound really kinky but, I wish we'd filmed that."

Lifting his head from the pillow and looking down at Emma's lithe, naked form stretched out between his legs and his stiff cock in her hand, he replied with a big smile on his face, "You do?" 

Looking up into his eyes, she was about to reply when she saw the daft grin plastered across his face. 

"What?" she asked him.

His gaze subtly shifted from Emma, to the desk in the corner of the room. As she noticed, her eyes followed to see what he was staring at. There, sat on the desk with a little red LED light blinking on the front, was Jack's brand new camera. It took a second for her post-orgasmic brain to work out what she was looking at but when it did, her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open as she turned back to him.

"You didn't!" she exclaimed, a huge smile spreading across her lips.

Jack grinned, flashing his perfect white teeth and with a glint of mischief in his eye, replied, "High definition."



Exposure After the Ball



NOTE: I try and write as close to the truth as possible, but have to change the names (to protect identities) and the dialogue a little (as my recollection of conversation isn't always that accurate). 

*

My wife and I attended a summer ball last year at the invitation of my sister and her husband. Joining us at this ball was another couple, Angela and John, who have been together since they were 16, true childhood sweethearts who have only ever slept with each other. 

As I will try and explain in future posts, my SIL has a fascination with my dick and has previously mentioned to couples that I am 'well hung'. So, it was no surprise that once again, quite early in the evenings events, she brings the subject of my cock into the conversation. How does my SIL know, she is questionned by Angela, as we enjoy pre-dinner drinks by the bar? 

'I've seen it quite a few times, it's massive! On holiday, at home, ....Dave goes nude on the beach you know, he's not shy!' 

Now while I am probably slightly larger than usual, I don't think that 8 inches is 'massive', unless compared to her husband who she claims has got a really small cock, that is. 

Thanks for that, I think. Always a conversation stopper as I get embarrassed in company that I don't know that well (we have met Angela and John before, but only briefly). 

I think nothing more of my SIL's revelation to Angela until later on in the evening, after the wine has been flowing for quite a few hours. As my wife and I returned to our table after a dance, Angela grabs my crotch and squeals in delight saying ; 

'You're right Samantha, it feels like a large one to me!!' This illicits lots of laughs from the girls. 

As is normal for these occasions, we all drink until the early hours before returning home to SIL's house in a minibus a bit worse for wear. 

We all say we're off to bed, Samantha says, 'Anyone fancy a coffee?' We all say no, apart from Angela, and make our way to our separate rooms up the stairs to get ready for bed. After I have stripped off my dinner suit and am cleaning my teeth at the sink in the en-suite bathroom, my wife says to me, as she's already tucked up in bed; 

'Oh Dave, can you get a couple of glasses of water from downstairs please?' (an absolute must after these functions if you don't want a thick head in the morning!) 

'OK', I say and wrap a towel around me after I have finished at the sink, thinking that I might get to show off a little. 

I walk down the stairs and across the hall, then open the door into the kitchen where Angela is sat at the table and Samantha stood up by the sink, both of them sipping on their steaming cups of coffee. 

'Changed your mind about the coffee then?' asks Samantha 

'No, I think I'm a little under-dressed to join you both for coffee', I reply as the door closes behind me and I stand looking at them still in their evening dresses. 

'From what Sam was saying earlier, more like over-dressed!', Angela laughed, in a cackling manner.

'Very funny', I replied, 'I have just come down for some glasses of cold water. May I have a couple to take back up please?' 

'Sure,' says Sam 'the glasses are in the cupboard over there.', motioning to behind where Angela was sitting. 

As I walk past Sam, she says to Angela; 

'Ange, do you want to see what Dave wears on the beach?' and with that she whipped the towel away from my waist, stopping me in my tracks, leaving me naked facing Angela giving her a full frontal view. Angela's eyes were already locked on target. She smiled as I gave her a brief opportunity to inspect my cock which by this point in my journey across the kitchen, was only a foot or so away from her face. 

'Gosh, he's much bigger than John.' Angela said as I turned back to Sam, and as I went to reach for the towel from Sam, she threw it into the full sink behind her. 

'Whoops! It's all wet. You can't wear it now!' Sam said smiling as her eyes dropped down to my dick. 'Now, what did you come in here for again? 

'Mmmmmm, not only has he got a big dick, he's got a lovely ass as well' Angela said from behind me, and with that I felt two hands grab my buttocks. It was at this point that I started getting a bit of blood flow and a semi-erection began to form. 

Sam, with a smile on her face and still looking at my lengthening tool said; 

'Now Dave, think looong and haaaard...... why did you come in here again?' 

'Oh you are such a comedian Sam, I came for some glasses. Can I have some pleeeaase!.' I said acting as if this was a tiresome prank, my buttocks still being squeezed as I spoke. 

'What do you think Ange, shall we let him? Sam asked. 

'Only if I get a proper look at that lovely cock of his.' replied Angela 

I spun round quickly to face Angela, catching her off-guard, my cock brushing against her hand as she slightly recoiled backwards. 

'There it is Angela. Now, can I have some glasses please?' 

Again her eyes were locked onto my cock and still smiling and leaning forward she said; 

'Sam, it looks bigger than before, like it might be getting hard.' 

Again, I felt one hand on my right buttock, this time it was Sam, stroking it lightly as she said; 

'Are you getting hard for Angela? What would my sister say?' 

I had been in control of my cock until now but said in my defence; 

'Well if you didn't both keep grabbing and stroking my bum, then it wouldn't be happening would it? Can I have the glasses now please?' 

Neither made any movement, Angela now blocking my path to the cupboard. 

'So,' Sam continued, 'if I keep stroking your bum like this, will you get a hard-on?' 

Before I could answer Angela said, 'It's already happening. Look!' 

Sam bent round without taking her hand off my bum and said 'oh yes, just like when he puts suntan lotion on' (referring to another occasion which I am sure will soon tell on these pages) 

My cock was now about 45' from vertical and rising. Blood was pumping into my thickening cock engorging the end which becomes rather bulbous when aroused. 

'God, you've got a massive 'bell-end', how big does it get?' Angela curiously remarked. 

'Well, it seems you're about to find out.' I said giving in totally and allowing the blood to run free. With that I twitched my cock a couple of times and there it was, past 90' on the way to vertical. 

'Hoohoo, that's fantastic. It's like a big banana!' said Angela 

'Let me see,' said Sam bending round once more. 'Oh, that's bigger than I've seen it before.' 

'OK, you've had your fun now girls, can I have those glasses and go to bed?' I asked, not really wanting the exposure to stop. 

'Have you seen enough Angela, shall we give him the glasses and let him go?' asked Sam. 

'Can I touch it?' asked Angela 'Apart from pictures I've only ever seen Johns in the flesh. I just want to know if it feels any different.' 

'I'm sure if you turn around and get two glasses out of the cupboard and give them to Dave, he will let you have a quick feel. Nothing more though, remember, he IS my sisters husband!' 

'Oh, and I have no say in the matter' I said as Angela, getting up, quickly turned around, opened the cupboard, grabbed two glasses and pushed them into my hands all in what seemed like one movement. 

She paused for a second, then reached down and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock, her long fingernails slightly scratching my scrotum as she applied pressure between her thumb on top of my cock and her fingers beneath. Closing her eyes she slowly moved her hand up and down a couple of times in that position before encircling my shaft and tugging me quite hard four or five times. 

Slap! 

Sam smacked my buttock really hard 'Time for your bed, Dave. My sister will be wondering where you've got to' 

Angela opened her eyes, slowly releasing her grip on my throbbing erection and said dreamily and quietly 'Thanks Dave, that was nice.' 

I turned around to leave and, without her eyes leaving my hard-on which was still pointing at the ceiling, Sam said as she started to laugh 'Remember, it'll be my turn next!' 

'Yeah, right' I said as I left the room to a slap on my other buttock from Sam. 

I ran up the stairs with my dick flapping away pointing upwards, only to find my wife fast asleep. So, unfortunately, I had to take care of things myself, until I told her about it in the morning that is!