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Fireworks

By: LUVNTHOTS



She stormed out of the office slamming the door in her wake. No way was he going to have it both ways. "I should have known better, what was I thinking?" she berated herself over and over. Alexis Conner had been having an affair with her married boss for the last three years. Always promising to leave his wife, but he never seemed to have the guts. Alexis was attracted to Drew Carson from the start. He wasn't the "drop dead gorgeous" type, but there was definitely an aura about him. Ruby red lips, creamy ivory skin, dark eyes that no doubt concealed all of his secrets from his wife. Something about the sound of his voice and the way he moved sent waves throughout her middle every time he was near. But no longer, enough was enough.

Mark Nolan, college student by day, cab driver by night, had just begun his shift when he received a call for a pick up at the law offices of Carson, Fielding, and McLemore on Chestnut Street. He leaned against the car with arms crossed and a foot propped up on the door step, impatiently waiting. His fare was late. The antique oak and brass double doors flung open at once and out burst a pair of extraordinary legs attached to a short skirt and large breasts. He didn't notice her angry demeanor until she came a little closer.

Without even noticing the appealing young gentleman holding the door, Alexis brushed past, tossed her briefcase in the back seat, and fell in behind it. "The Breckenridge Apartments," she commanded.

The twelve-mile trip seemed to take forever. She spent most of the drive with her eyes closed trying to alleviate the banging sensation in her brain. She felt like such a fool, so used. Time to get a grip, stop being so impulsive, and start making better decisions about where her life was going. Her mind was made up to forget men and get on with her career. Maybe she should even change law firms.

Considering her future helped her to relax and let her nerves to settle a little, she began to notice the cab wasn't of the ordinary sort. It was a newer model Crown Victoria, with plush, upholstered seats, and it smelled not of cigarettes and liquor, but of vanilla she thought, mixed with mens cologne. Grey Flannel, that was it. Her mood began to lighten. The cab driver had strong, wide shoulders. The back of his hair looked so silky it was tempting to touch. She could only see his eyes in the rearview mirror but if his smile matched his eyes......."Stop that!" she admonished herself.

Mark was becoming a little uncomfortable under her heavy stare and had to reposition himself in his seat, occasionally. He slowed down as he neared the entrance to the apartment complex, "Where do you want me to let you out?"

......And that voice! She pinched herself. Hormones and adrenaline won out as she replied, "I'm not really in the mood to go home yet. Can't we just ride around for a while?" When he asked what she had in mind she told him some place nice and quiet. She needed someone to talk too, if he wasn't in a hurry.

He was in no hurry! Small talk filled the moment then he asked her if she would like to go for a ride along the Schuyllkill River, Fine with her. Soon Mark found a little deserted pier off Delaware Avenue and pulled in. There was probably a view, but Alexis didn't notice, She could see more of his face now in the mirror and she liked what she saw. She tried to make conversation by asking questions like, "Have you been driving long?" and "What are you studying in school?" He was increasingly more careful with his answers as the questions became more personal.

She complained of being hot but before he could roll the window down she started to unbutton her blouse. He froze, watched intently, then she asked if he wanted to see fireworks. He was stunned and couldn't answer at first, then responded, "That's tomorrow night, Mam."

"Would you like to see my breast's?" Oh, fireworks, he thought. He'd love to see her breasts but he couldn't speak. Didn't matter, she was determined to show them to him anyway. The blouse fell off and Mark jumped over into the back seat for a closer look. He kissed her lightly and waited for her reaction. Alexis pulled him back to her and kissed him hungrily. He knew the game now and was happy to oblige. Mark began touching her breasts softly with just the pads of his fingers. Her nipples grew hard immediately. He leaned down to lightly flick his tongue across one and blew on it. Then the other. She shivered. Mark raised himself to cover her mouth with his, once again, and Alexis reached for his already hard love muscle. She became so aroused, He thought she would rip his clothes right off of him. The shirt went quickly but her frenzied movements made it difficult to unbutton his jeans. Mark helped her. She quickly took his member into her mouth and began what could only be described as magic.

He reached to pleasure her. Found her feathery folds hot and creamy as he slid his finger from her clit to her fancy and back again. She was still feeding frantically upon his maleness. The crickets chirped outside and once in a while there was a low hum of a speedboat's motor. All Mark heard was the beating pulse in his head echoing the throbbing in his loins.

When she stopped to take a breath, Mark gently directed her to lie back. Alexis obeyed by throwing her arms back over her head giving him full access to all of her womanly pleasures. He could not hold back. All self control was now lost to desire. He thrust his manhood forcefully into her haven. She cried out. Afraid that he might have gotten carried away, Mark slowed and whispered, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to be so rough." Alexis screamed, "Don't stop! Please, don't stop! That was all he needed to hear. He continued his mission with complete loss of discipline. Her hips bucked keeping perfect time with his."

They reached orgasm together. She screamed his name in wild abandon as riptides resonated through her body. He howled as he filled her with his glorious liquid gold. She saw fireworks. He saw fireworks.

They lay in the back seat in each others arms consumed, their breathing belabored. When finally they regained their senses, they dressed each other and got back on the road. Mark returned Alexis to her Breckenridge apartment. She got out, adjusted her skirt and handed Mark a voucher for her fare. "If you ever need my services," holding out a business card, "just call." Later he filled in the voucher for fare and a handsome tip to cover additional services and a reward for an impressive performance.

Author's note: Thanks again SYBER4U, you're the best!

Fireworks



I wasn't planning on what happened. 

Ok, so maybe I kind of was. I always caught him looking at me, and I guess I DID think he was kind of a cutie. Not that I was ever going to go anything about it. He was one of my younger brother's friends, which made him off-limits according to our little neighborhood code.

Plus, ever since I went away to college three years ago, I rarely saw my brother let alone his friends. But I needed to get out of the damn dorms next year. That meant spending the summer at home, working at some restaurant, and saving my ass off. After all that I could even hope to have enough money for an apartment next semester. So things being as they were, I thought this summer was going to suck. And it just might have, if it weren’t for what happened last weekend.

It all started in the midst of my parents annual 4th of July party. Things are just plain insane on that day. My entire extended family plus friends, neighbors, and God only knows who else crowding our house and yard. I'd just had about enough of chasing my little cousins around the lawn, and was going to pass out from heat exhaustion of I didn’t get into the pool A.S.A.P. I ran up to my room to change into my bathing suit, and right when I had stripped down to nothing, my door flew open. In bolted Lane, swimming trunks in hand. You should have seen the look of total shock on his face. What the hell? This wasn't a freaking resort hotel! Was he surprised to find me in my own room? 

I stared back at him. Lane---About 6'3,'' 170-175, skinny but toned---face of an angel. Nineteen years old, he still had that look-at-me-I-wanna-be-punk style going, but actually kinda worked for him. This summer he bleached the tips of his spiky black hair and died them blood red. A few holes in each ear, his eyebrow and his tongue pierced. And as always he was wearing one of those leather metal-studded dog collar-lookin things around his neck. But this time with no shirt I could see the tight abs on his flat stomach, and his little happy trail disappearing down underneath his dark baggy jeans. I was just about drooling, before I came to my senses.

"Jesus Christ!!" I shrieked, suddenly grabbing my towel, trying to cover my completely nude body. "Close the fucking door!" I mean hell, it was bad enough that he saw me. I didn't need half of Lower Michigan to see my bare ass as well.

He did close the door, all right. But not before first stepping inside. Lane walked slowly toward me, with a smile on his face that would make the Cheshire Cat's look like a frown. 

"What are you..." My voice trailed off, as Lane's hands came up and touched my face. They were so soft. He brushed aside my long blonde hair, and caressed each cheek, then down my neck--the whole time his deep green eyes burning into mine. I tried to look away, but Lane put his hand under my chin and gently tilted my face up to his. His lips brushed mine, and I felt a jolt go through my body like I'd never felt before. Lane pressed his body against me, and I could feel his hard cock even through the thick material of his jeans. I put my arms around his body.

I felt Lane's tongue lick gently at my lips, and I parted them, but he didn't move inside. He stopped, stepped back, and looked at my body. I didn't even realize I had dropped my towel, and I was about to grab for it again, until I felt his soft hands again against my quivering skin. He ran his fingers up my bare sides, over my stomach, and then gently over my breasts, cupping them in his hands. I felt his palms scraping my nipples softly. I didn't want to wait any longer. I took one of his hands and slid it down my stomach, until I felt his palm brush my totally shaven pussy. I knew he had to feel how swollen and wet I was. I let out a little whimper. Lane jumped back, startled. 

I looked in to his eyes. Something was wrong. Couldn't this boy see how badly I wanted him? "Lane...?" I took a step back toward him. "What’s wro--"

"I've never been with a girl before," he blurted out, before I could even finish. "I've never even really touched a girl," he said quietly, looking down at his feet. 

Oh my God, was all I could think. How in the hell could a guy who looked like this still be a virgin at nineteen? I could see the lust still on his face as he looked back up at me, waiting for me. Waiting for something from me.

"Hey Lane? Where the fuck'd you go?!" I heard my brother's voice call from downstairs. 

Lane grabbed his suit off the floor. "Dude! Hang on! Can't I freakin' change?" In one quick motion Lane kicked off his shoes, and yanked down both his jeans and his boxers. I caught a glimpse of the dark shadow of his closely trimmed pubic hair and his still rock hard erection before he slipped into his trunks, and out of my door. 

I smiled to myself, wondering if he was planning on swimming in his socks. 

Ten o'clock was the designated time for my step-dad's "famous" fireworks display. So, by quarter to ten the whole fiesta had headed out onto the driveway to watch, and I had retreated out to the backyard to hide. Perfect chance to chill in the hot tub by myself, I thought. That is, untill I got back there. 

Walking around the corner of the deck, I could see a dark head of wet hair resting back against the Jacuzzi. Goddamnit, if Uncle Ralph had fallen asleep in there again I was gonna be pissed. For as big as he was, the man really couldn't hold his party punch. 

But it wasn't Uncle Ralph. Even in the almost pitch dark, I could see it was Lane -- the light from a tiki-lamp casting the shadow of his adorable face. Without even a thought, I stripped down to my bikini, and slid into the hot tub beside my prey. But he didn't move. His eyes closed he didn't even notice someone had joined him. I just sat there for a moment, simply enjoying the feel of the hot bubbling water massaging my skin. I watched as droplets of water collected on the baby-smooth skin of his chest. 

I couldn't hold back for long. "Lane..." I whispered, and impulsively I leaned in and brushed my lips softly against his. His green eyes opened, and looked directly into mine. Lane's started to get up, and his mouth opened as if he were about to speak. But I stopped him, touching my finger gently over his parted lips. 

"Shhh, sweetie. You're not going to let you get away from me again." I smiled at him, caressing his cheek with my fingertips. He smiled back, a bit shyly, and sat back down. That was all the encouragement I needed. 

I moved closer to him, sitting myself onto his lap. I could already feel his cock hardening through the thin material of my bikini bottoms. I wrapped my legs around Lane's waist as I began to lick and suck at his lips. I heard Lane moan softly, and with his arms tight around my body he began kissing me deeply. The feel of his hot tongue in my mouth was enough to make my pussy start to dampen. As we kissed, I rubbed my swollen cunt against the hardness in his lap. I felt Lane's hands slide slowly up my bare sides, as the steam from the bubbling water clouded around us. 

His hands cupped and rubbed my tits, over my bathing suit. Even in the water, I could still smell his sweat and his cologne. I whimpered, and pushed harder against him, my lips pressed to his neck. It felt good, but I needed more. Leaning back, I untied the laces of my bikini top, and pulled it off. Letting it float away, I took Lane's hand gently in mine, and placed them on my now bare, swollen tits. 

His eyes lit up as he began to play with them, weighing them in his hands and rubbing his palms against their tips. He smiled as he watched my nipples tighten under his touch. He tried pinching one lightly, and feeling the responsive movement of my hips, he began to pinch my nipples harder, pulling at them as he left a trail of little kisses down my damp neck. He continued to kiss down my chest, stopping at my breasts. He looked into my eyes for encouragement. "It's okay, you can taste them, sweetheart," I whispered, and cupping the back of his head in my hands, I lowered his hungry mouth to my tits. 

Lane stuck out his tongue and first only licked quickly at my now rock hard nipples. They were a deep almost hot-pink color now from all his attention. After a few minutes of licking at them like a little boy with an ice-cream cone, he put his lips around one nipple, sucking it into his hot mouth. I moaned again, and began to move up and down against his cock, showing him want I needed. 

Not wanting to wait any longer, I reached into his trunks and found his hard dick. I began to rub it up and down with one soft hand, loving the way the friction from the water made my hand slide roughly over his cock. I started stroking him faster, until I felt a drip of sticky pre-cum leak from his swollen head. I rubbed the silky drop over his tip, until it melted away into the water.

Pushing him up onto the side of the Jacuzzi, I positioned Lane so his midsection was level with my mouth. "You ever had a girl suck your cock before, little Lane?" I asked, a devious smile on my pretty face. He just shook his head, eyes wide, as I lowered my lips to his throbbing dick. Cupping his balls in my hand, I licked slowing up and down his ridged shaft, loving the way he throbbed with every flick of my tongue. I tickled his heavy balls with my fingers, as I enjoyed the salty taste of Lane's young hard cock. 

After playing like that for a couple minutes, I wrapped my lips tightly around his head, and pushed the entire length of his cock down my throat. With my hands holding on tight to his sweet little ass, Lane put his hands behind my head and began to fuck my mouth, thrusting harder and harder. He suddenly stopped.

"I...I don't want to cum yet." He stammered, gently pushing my face away from his tummy, and climbing down off the side of the tub. Lane began kissing me again, this time a little more aggressively. I felt his hands run again over my breasts, but this time they didn't stop, running down over my stomach and lower over my shaven little mound. He paused only for a second to pinch my hard clit, before shoving one long finger into my tight hole. He began to wiggle it inside of me, as if he was trying to get used to the totally new feel of a cunt around his finger. I moaned, a harsh, unladylike sound, as he continued to finger my deeply, the water washing away all the hot lubrication that dripped from my hole. I think he was enjoying himself.

"Now it's my turn to play," Lane said, pushing me into his former position up on the wall of the Jacuzzi, and ripping off my bikini bottoms in one swift motion. As my tits met the rush of cool air, my nipples hardened even tighter, and he pinched each one roughly, before spreading my legs wide to get a good luck at what I had to offer. 

Staring at my pink pussy lips, Lane played with them, pinching them between his fingers and spreading them wide until he found my hard clit. "I think I'm going to lick you now," he said, a look of concentration creasing his forehead. I would have giggled if I hadn't screamed. 

Using two fingers this time, Lane shoved deeply them into my tight hole, as his mouth came down over my open pussy. He licked quickly in tight circles over my lips and hole, sucking my juices into his mouth. I whimpered in pleasure, as I felt the cool metal of his tounge-ring scrape my hard little clit. Removing his fingers, Lane stuck his long tongue up inside of me, and drank from my throbbing cunt. I came hard, pushing his face hard into my pulsing pussy, my nails digging into the skin on the back of Lane's neck.

I sighed, as Lane let my body slide down the slick wall back into the hot water. Lane's held my head to his chest until I calmed down, but I was nowhere near finished with this boy. I kissed him again, as a means of distraction, and I slide his trunks slowly off of his body. He didn't seem to even notice until, pulling myself back onto his lap, I had positioned my hungry cunt directly over his cock.

"You're going to fuck me now, Lane." I said, my eyes locked with his. Again wrapping my legs around his waist, I took his hard shaft in my right hand and I lifted my body so I could feel his head just touching my pussy hole. "Push your cock up inside me." I commanded. 

No more then a second later I felt him penetrate me, scraping the inside of my tight cunt as he pushed himself as deep into my soaking cunt as he could go. Placing Lane's hands on my ass, I showed him how to move me on his cock. And as I bounced up and down, Lane buried his head in the crook of my neck, as he thrust himself harder and harder into me. 

After just a minute of fucking, all my wetness had been washed away, and with every thrust, it became harder and harder to get him all the way inside of me. I slowed down a bit, trying to let my tight pussy adjust to the feel of his big dick.

"Please...don't stop. Ride me harder..." Lane grunted, grabbing my ass and trying to take me deeply once again. And I did, forcing the entire length of him roughly into my now burning hole. The friction was just too much, and I told him I was going to cum again. "Oh, fuck...I am too, baby." Lane whispered.

Just then, I felt Lane's body tense as he trust one final time, and grunting, he spilled his hot cum deep in my little hole just as my pussy pulsed around his cock in my own climax. We both moaned, and his arms came around me, pulling me close. 

Resting his forehead against mine, "I...I think I love you..." he whispered, barely audible over the sounds of the bubbling water and our heavy breathing. "Shhh...shhhh" I hushed, stroking Lane's hair until both of our breathing had returned to normal.

Lane helped my re-tie my bathing suit, and just as he slipped back into his, we heard my brother's voice as he joined us in the backyard. "Hey!! What the hell are you doing? Did you guys just miss the fireworks?" 

"HELL no!" answered Lane, as he took my hand and helped me step out of the Jacuzzi. With the smile I saw on his adoreable face, I knew this boy was mine.



Fireworks



It was a hot day in July, the fourth of July, and Elsie sat on the steps of the court house eating an ice cream cone. Mom had told her to stay right there and she'd be back in a few minutes. Elsie was wearing her favorite straw hat which showed off her blond hair and with her blue eyes she epitomized her Nordic heritage. There was a crowd down in front of her and lots of other people sitting near her on the steps. 

She was wearing a flowered pink cotton dress, and it felt so much cooler than jeans, or even shorts, that many other girls her age preferred. She sat there patiently licking her ice cream cone – strawberry, her favorite, while she waited for the parade.

Where was Mom? She wondered. She was so tired of being treated like a prisoner, "for your own good." Mom said. She never went anywhere without Mom or another adult, and knew only the kids who were home-schooled with her: five other girls and a couple of younger boys. 

She was eighteen now, no longer a child, so why did Mom treat her like one? Here she was, stuck with seven kids, all younger than herself, never meeting any kids her age. Even the other girls at school, the oldest, Vanessa was two years younger than her. 

She realized that Mom had had problems with men, probably starting when she was about Elsie's age, but she wouldn't make the mistakes Mom had made, she saw what could happen if she did. 

There was church, of course, and she smiled at boys there, but never met any. Boys fascinated her, but the two in her school were little idiots, not big and handsome like some others she saw. 

She loved the farm, and knew all the animals by name. She rode horseback nearly every day, but she hated to admit she loved the pigs the best. They were filthy, but seemed so intelligent, grunting to her when she brought them special treats.

At last the parade was coming and people pushed down to the front to get a better view. She'd almost finished her cone and it was getting sticky, when she glanced down at the crowd and noticed a tall man of about forty looking up at her. He smiled at her and she smiled back. How wicked she thought, mother would have been shocked. Then his eyes glanced down. She realized he was looking up her dress.

She didn't know what to do at first, but didn't move her legs. His glance excited her, and her heart started to beat faster. He was still looking at her crotch, then his eyes came up and met hers again and he smiled again. Without realizing it she smiled back, then she remembered wasn't wearing any panties. Sometimes in warm weather like this she didn't wear any because it felt so much cooler going without. Of course, Mom never knew about that or she'd have been shocked and punished her, maybe even locking her in the closet.

Her heart was pounding at the wickedness of what she was doing, but didn't close her legs, maybe even opened them a bit wider. She wanted the man to come up and sit beside her, to touch her, to......She didn't dare think about what else she wanted. She was feeling dizzy and closed her eyes.

When she looked back he'd gone, disappearing into the crowd, and she realized there was a nasty young man about her age, looking up at her with a big grin on his face. She snapped her legs together and turned away, realizing as she did that the ice-cream had dripped on to her dress. 

Elsie thought about sex a lot, sex with a man like that, tall, strong, good-looking. She knew all about sex from watching the animals on the farm, and watching horses mating particularly excited her. 

She wondered if a man's penis looked anything like a horse's, but realized that it couldn't possibly be that big. When she masturbated as she lay in bed at night, she'd put her finger into her vagina, and it was quite tight and even though she realized a man's penis would be bigger than her finger, it couldn't be much bigger.

When the parade had gone by Mom came back and they went down to the park for the church picnic. There was lots of food, and after the food the older people sat around drinking beer and talking, joking and laughing. 

When no-one was looking she took half a glass of beer, and snuck off to drink it. But now the other kids were starting to play games, and the boys were going to play baseball. Elsie wanted to play baseball, but Mom immediately put a stop to that, so she had to play with the girls and the younger kids. Luckily Mom thought she was drinking iced tea.

The beer made her silly and giggly, but it made the games tolerable, besides it was getting late and the light started to fade, it would soon be time for fireworks. Elsie wandered over to the toilets, the beer made her have to pee. When she came out and was walking back, she saw a fellow peeing behind a tree, and stood watching him. My, she thought, that was a bigger penis than she thought a boy would have.

He saw her watching him, and chased after and caught her, holding her close to him.

"You was looking at my dick, wasn't you?" He laughed, as he pulled her buttocks toward him. Then he kissed her. That was so nice. She wanted more, and their lips met again as his hand came up to her small breast.

"Stop that!" Mom appeared from nowhere. "You filthy boy, leave Elsie alone!" The boy let go of her.

"I warn't doin' nothin'" He called over his shoulder as he sauntered away.

"I know his father, I'll tell him to keep his boy away from you, Elsie. You have to be careful around men or boys. I've told you a hundred times."

Elsie's mother was in her mid forties, and still a nice looking woman, but a couple of unfortunate incidents with men had left her a single mother in her early twenties, and bitter toward all males.

They walked back to the courthouse to watch the fireworks. Elsie found a bench in the back of the crowd by the courthouse steps, and sat there with her hat beside her. She hoped the boy, she didn't know his name, would find her.

The fireworks started and she watched the beautiful arcs and circles and explosions they made in the sky. Then she felt someone standing behind her, and felt his hand on her shoulder.

A voice said. "I was looking up your dress when you sat eating an ice-cream cone." She didn't say anything, it was him, the tall man, and her heart started to race.

The she felt pressure on her shoulder, on her neck. She reached up to touch his hand and felt something else, a large fleshy thing, covered in wrinkled skin, and felt the smooth head of his penis. She paused, then gently rubbed it, as his hand came up to meet hers. He was standing behind her and his penis was at her shoulder level.

Mom glanced back at her and noticed the nice man standing behind her in the dim light, lit by flashes of the fireworks. That would keep that boy away, she thought.

Elsie felt the hardness of his penis under the loose skin, and her fingers felt the smoothness of the head. There was something oozing from it, "had he ejaculated?" She wondered. Then she felt him start to rock back and forth, she turned her head, and his penis touched her lips.

"Hold it with your hand." Elsie heard the man say softly, and she pulled it down into the socket where her neck and shoulder met, her head still turned so that it brushed her lips with each stroke. She was dizzy, her heart pounded and she felt as if she would faint. The excitement was overwhelming.

And the fireworks continued. Mom glanced back a couple of times, and saw the nice man, who she didn't know, still standing behind Elsie. The flash, bang, sparkle and glitter went on, until there was a roar and the sky lit up in a huge climax. At that moment the tall man gave a groan, grabbed Elsie's shoulders in both his hands and gave several huge lunges, showering her neck, cheek, shoulder with his sperm. It doused her hair and some even spattering her lips. 

For a moment he hung on to her, the last drops dripping down the front of her dress, then he pulled back and was gone.

Mom walked back to her as the crowd dispersed. "Wasn't that fun?" she said, her eyes sparkling. Elsie couldn't comment on the irony of her remark, she sat there with stuff dripping down her dress and matting her hair as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"What's the matter dear?" Mom asked as she got closer and saw the mess on her dress.

"Someone spilled something all over me, Mom." Elsie answered. She stood up, and picked up her hat and saw that it, too, was splattered. 

Her mother touched it, then sniffed her fingers.

"Who was that man?" She asked Elsie quietly, through gritted teeth.

"I don't know Mom, he was just standing behind me."

Her mother walked her back to the car and they drove home in silence. Once home she made Elsie take off her clothes and shower. She grimly took the dress, looked at it in her hand for a moment, then stuffed it into the fireplace. She'd burn it as soon as Elsie was in bed. She didn't know what to say to Elsie, and in the end thought it best to say nothing, but decided to keep an even tighter rein on her.

Elsie went to bed and lay for a few minutes thinking of what had happened, then, pulling up her night gown slipped her fingers into the groove between her legs. She lay on her back, and opening her legs started to rub herself. She remembered the size of the penis that had just ejaculated all over her, and inserted first one finger then two, rubbing vigorously. 

She tried to get three fingers into her vagina, but it hurt, so she decided to leave that 'til another day, as she continued to masturbate hard and fast. Soon she had to stuff her handkerchief into her mouth, because her involuntary groans were too loud. She continued until she was overcome by a huge orgasm, her back arching spasmodically and her screams almost audible in spite of the handkerchief.

Elsie rolled over and curled up on her side. Pleased and spent, she slept soundly.



Fireworks



It was the beginning of July- the fourth in fact- when everything hit the fan. I had finished my shift and was in the process of clocking out when Natalie approached me.

"Hey Rachel," she said, swiping her ID badge through the time clock. "A bunch of us are heading over to Navy Pier to watch the fireworks. You want to come?"

"Sure... I need a ride though."

"Yep. Already arranged. Actually, we're leaving right now since it's almost dark."

I shrugged. "OK, cool."

We walked back down the A concourse and out through the doors near the ticket counter. A black SUV that I think was Sadie's was stopped in the loading zone. She honked impatiently; one of the back doors was opened and we slid in next to Jack.

It was a short drive to the pier from the airport. As we drove I pulled my nametag off, stuck it in my pocket, and rolled up the sleeves on my uniform shirt. Sadie actually managed to find a decent spot near one of the parking lot exits and we piled out.  

As we walked across the lot someone passed Natalie a bottle of frozen alcohol. She took a swig of it then offered the bottle to me. "It's just vodka... I'm off tomorrow," she explained.

"Me too." I accepted the offer, took a shot , then handed the bottle back to her. She finished it off and tossed the bottle in a trash can.

Sadie stopped everyone near the entrance. "There should be around 20 or so of us... we're supposed to meet near the Ferris wheel, so try and stick together," she explained as we wove our way through the tourists. Eventually we reached the giant wheel and spotted Steve waving his arm around, beckoning us over. 

"Hey Steve," Natalie yelled out as we approached the group. There were, in fact, about 20 of us: me, Sadie, Natalie, Jack, Steve, Dan the other CSM, and a handful of rampers.

"Is that everyone?" Sadie asked him.

Steve looked around. "I think... no, wait, we're waiting for someone else." He scanned the crowd of tourists. 

"Oh, there she is." Steve pointed across the crowd, and I swear the shot of vodka that had just begun to kick in turned into a knot in my stomach.

"Hey," Steve yelled and waved.

"Hi," Colleen shouted back and made her way through the crowd to where we were standing. I hadn't seen her earlier that day; she must have had it off as she was wearing jeans and a dark windbreaker. A few people greeted her but I chose to take a step back and hide behind Sadie and a few rampers that weren't "in the circle", so to speak. "Cool, we can head over now." Sadie motioned to the crowd and we began moving up the pier en masse. Eventually in the middle we found a spot that would accommodate our rather large group.

What can you say about fireworks? No matter how old someone is, I think fireworks just pan down to "awesome". I tried to enjoy them like everyone else, and joined in on the obligatory round of applause at the end.

As the telltale signs of fireworks smoke drifted along the shores of Lake Michigan and mixed in with the fog that was setting in, our group slowly dispersed. I started to walk off with Natalie and Jack but Sadie caught me by the arm. 

"Hey, we offered to give Dan a ride home... sorry, I spaced on you. Can you get home ok?"

"I guess... I've got an el pass, I just have to catch a train in time."

"Cool. See you Thursday, yeah?" She slapped me on the shoulder and jogged to catch up with the others.

I stared for a moment at the smoke drifting across the lake then shrugged it off and decided to take a walk, seeing that I had plenty of time to kill.

I made it out to the end of the pier and stared out at the water. A few wisps of smoke and fog still drifted across the surface of the lake; otherwise, the lights of the pier reflected off the waves. It should have made me happy but instead it just added to the weight of my depression. I couldn't think of going it alone. I was tired of hanging out in places like this, wondering what it would be like if I was accompanied by the right person. It just made me sad.

"Come on now, it can't be that bad." The voice startled me and I stood up from my position on the railing to see Colleen standing behind me.

I managed to smile thinly at her. "You wouldn't believe."

Returning the smile, she cocked her head back towards the middle of the pier. "You should probably walk it off then."

I accepted her offer and we started walking back towards the parking lot. Most of the people had already dispersed; about halfway back Colleen stopped me and waved me over to one of those little overlook thingies that hang off the edge of the pier.

"OK, what's wrong?"

I shied back a little. "What?"

"It has to be something. I can tell." She laid a hand on my shoulder and stared at me for a moment.

"No... it's nothing." I glanced down at the floor.

"Rachel." I took a step back and felt my back hit the railing. "What?"

She just stared at me, and God help me, all I felt like doing was crying.

"I can't..."

"You can't, what?" Colleen looked at me inquisitively.

It was dark. The lights from the pier were literally dancing off the water; the shadows played across her face dramatically like something out of an old movie. 

I couldn't help it anymore. I shut my eyes, and with a suppressed whimper, leaned in and kissed her.

It only lasted a second. I immediately pulled away abruptly, tears filling my eyes. "I'm sorry," I managed to choke out while trying to pull away.

I shut my eyes again and for some reason I couldn't escape. There was something dark pushing, almost slamming me back against the railing; it whispered in my ear: "How long has it been?"

"Never," I choked out in reply.

"Then wait." 



Fireworks



In the afternoon heat, the shapes wobbled and reformed into wavering creatures that no one could make out behind the car window. Not that anyone cared. All the cars on the street were trying to fill up the most suitable spots for the fireworks later. Almost as an afterthought, one more car came onto the street, stopped for a second as if hesitating, then summoning its courage, leapt into a parking spot. The figures behind the glass did not seem remotely concerned with their great spot, however. Inside, a simpler scene was taking place.

"Happy birthday, Zoee Anne," Dominic said, holding a small bag out to her. She looked sideways at him, an inquisitive stare dripping off her eyelids, but she suppressed her reflexive refusal long enough to accept the bag. He held her wrist as she was going to open it. "Now I know that you don't normally do the gift thing, but I thought that you would like the things I got for you here. At least look at them before you decide." She nodded, now genuinely curious. She dipped a slender hand into the plastic depths and came up with-

"Really? Hello Kitty earrings?" she laughed.

"Yeah, and they have ruby accents on them. I figured that would work, since that's your birthstone and all."

She looked sharply at him. "How did-"

"I looked it up," he smiled easily. "Didn't take long, and I figured you were worth it." Their smiles faltered a bit as their hands met and fingers locked firmly. "I didn't know what else to get you, so I went into the store and had these made. So," he breathed as his face came inexorably closer to hers,"happy birthday, cherie."

Their eyes closed as their lips exchanged greetings, and soon his hands were roaming all over her as she let her fingers walk all over him. They parted reluctantly, and his shirt was already over his head when he stopped abruptly.

"What?" she asked, confused, a thumb stuck in and pushing down the edge of her short shorts. This was what they had come out for, after all. THIS, waiting in the back seat of the car, here, as sunlight surrendered his tyrant grip on the sky and left muttering, was all she wanted for her birthday. Her lover, here, with her, making her body light up. Now, however, he seemed to have other things on the mind. "Why don't we watch the fireworks? They start soon, after all. Make a date out of it. Then, when everyone is still out here on their blankets, we come back here and..." he deliberately trailed off, but the smile in his eyes told her all she needed to know about that. She reluctantly agreed, but in her brunette head, wheels turned and plots bubbled. She decided to break his resolve to stay outside in the easiest way possible. 

They took a blanket out as the sun disappeared completely, and in seconds they were surrounded by throngs of people all looking for a place on the grass. Old, young and children alike flocked to the grassy slopes gently leading down to the water where the fireworks would launch into the sky. The pair found a likely spot, not too crowded in by other sightseers, and took a seat on the short green. She flapped the blanket out, and as it descended, it came down on her thighs and floated up to her breasts, sweating slightly in the halter top. He noticed the shortage of fabric on his side, however.

"Hey, I protest the division of blanket here. We, the under warmed, demand equal rights!"

She smiled. "Well, sir, I guess we're gonna have to deal with that before there's an uprising. Scoot closer."

Side by side, the blanket covered them both. She grinned inwardly. The stage was set. Slowly she let her right hand creep from the cage of his fingers into his lap, and from there she inched slowly to his cock. Not hard, she thought. Yet.

He felt her talented fingers working at him and looked at her, surprised. She refused to meet his eyes at first, however, and instead greeted everyone who walked by. Dominic could only smile and nod as the multitudes passed him by, no one noticing the fingers that had gotten into his sweat pants and were now sliding up and down his now fully erect shaft. One finger rubbed him at the back of his dick head where he was the most sensitive, and now she was looking at him directly when she wasn't greeting people, her eyes staring into his as she worked that dick into a frenzy. A thin sheet of sweat broke out on his forehead, and finally he moaned softly right as a man and his wife were passing. Zoee smiled thinly with satisfaction as Dominic turned the moan into a hasty yawn.

As the family moved away, he leaned over to her and said, "Fine, baby girl. You want it that bad, you can have it."

She grinned in triumph and finally released his hardness, preparing to stand, but he placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "No, this is what you want," he murmured. 

She stared. "Dominic, we're parked right there. It'll take twenty seconds to get to the car," she protested weakly.

"Well," he murmured, "what if I dont want to wait?"

He pushed at her shoulder ever so gently, but insistently, until she was lying on her shoulder with his forearm making a pillow for her head. Her hair showered over it, and she felt his other arm snake over her underneath the blanket. It shot to her breasts and swirled patterns around her eager nipples and before she knew it they were stiff as bullets. She felt the first telltale signs of wetness between her thighs and twisted her head to tell him so, and a blast of purple light hit her full in the face.

The fireworks had begun.

The people oohed and aahed as the lights made fantastic shapes in the air. In the midst of the crowd, in sight of everyone, Zoee oohed and aahed as she felt the hand of her lover tease her body relentlessly. Behind her ass she felt him, stiff from her ministrations, now sliding up and down between her ass cheeks. She knew he was doing this unconsciously, and the thought that he wanted her so bad made her pussy start to drench itself with longing. His fingers played over her body, and edged into the top of her shorts. The dozens of people around them had no clue, and she could hear his breathing ragged in her ear as he played with her, bringing his right hand up to muffle her cries. She shook on his fingers as they touched her clit, and before long he had to clamp down tight on her mouth as she shuddered and came on his fingers, trying not to convulse too much. She felt him twitching against her ass as her shaking subsided, and knew it was only a matter of time until he came. But she wanted that feeling, that sensation deep inside her, so she turned to where she knew his ear would be and purred, "Now, daddy, Put it in my tight ass. Do it now while all these people are around. I need it, Daddy, please.''

He slipped a finger in her mouth, and she sucked on it as he moved his other hand, freezing for a second as two people walked right by them, oblivious to the proceedings at their feet. To outsiders it seemed like mere spooning. On the ground, his fingers pulled away the patch of cotton that separated her ass from the cool night air, and he touched her pussy once more, feeling her jerk at his touch, and used the moisture to rub the head of his dick. This needed to be smooth. He poised himself at the entrance to her ass, feeling her nudge backward in anticipation, then pushed into her ever so slowly. He paused when the head was in, feeling her body tense, and whispered "relax, cherie" into her ear. God, she felt good. So tight on him, he could barely see straight. When her ass relaxed a bit and he could feel the muscles loosen a tiny bit, he slid deeper into her dark crease and felt her bite on his finger involuntarily. He pumped into her slowly as the light show reached its height, feeling her trembling body push back onto him, and his breathing he tried to quiet by putting his face at the nape of her neck and kissing her. She said his name softly, and the sound of that pushed him out of the house that his self control had built. Fuck if they got caught. He started pumping into her ass faster and faster, and eventually with the noise of the people cheering as the fireworks hit their crescendo, no one noticed as his thighs stiffened and his thick cock started blasting hot cum deep inside her ass. She felt it and her pussy started gushing as she went off the edge with him, crying out each other's names as the crowd cheered and the explosions masked their panting breaths. "I love you, Dominic," she moaned, and he felt a fluttering in his stomach even as he grew stiff and shot even deeper into her as his eyes rolled back. 

When they came down from their high, they realised that the show was over, as people were rising, some malcontents even saying it was the worst show ever.

"Not me, I loved those fireworks," he smiled as he stroked the hair out of her face.

She elbowed him, but not hard, rolling her eyes as she did so.

"I love you, Zoee Anne," he said.

"I love you too, Dominic, " she responded. "Which is why I dont feel bad about this."

He looked at her. "Feel bad abou-"

She snatched up the blanket and ran to the car, giggling as he tried vainly to cover himself from the crowds passing him by.

A grand birthday, all told, and totally worth it.



Fireworks



The fireworks were over – or at least that's what I thought at the time. I'd spent the evening on the National Mall, not far from the Washington Monument, and the sky had been lit with brilliant whites, reds, blues, greens and pinks as we celebrated the 4th of July. Now, however, the party was over, and my wife and friends and I crowded on to a metro car for the ride home. 

I don't know if you've ever been on the metro after an event like the 4th. Cattle car doesn't begin to conjure up the scene as thousands of people cram onto metro trains... thousands of people and thousands of competing sounds... and smells. 

I found myself standing in a metro car, unable to move more than a few inches forward or back. My left arm was raised to hold on to an overhead rail, and my right arm was at my side, for all intents and purposes paralyzed by the closely packed crowd. My wife was somewhere in front of me and to the left – I could catch momentary glimpses of the back of her head through the crowd.

As the car lurched forward on its journey, I felt a woman's body press up against mine from behind. How did I know it was a woman's body? My wife has large breasts – I know what it feels like to have big tits press against your back. What was interesting was that, after the initial lurch and contact, she leaned into me again and I could feel her breasts thrust into my back... I have to admit that I leaned back into her...

The crowd had us so closely packed in that there was no way for me to turn around to see what she looked like. I couldn't see, hear, or even smell her – the car was such a mix of odors, from beer and hotdogs to sanitizer, cologne, and perfume. I could feel her tits on my back and, every now and again, I might feel her breath soft on my neck. I quickly found myself fantasizing that it was the woman who had been sitting with friends on a blanket near us as we waited for the fireworks. I had checked her out several times: long, shining black hair with bangs that accentuated blue eyes full of mystery; long limbs, large, firm breasts, and a nice, tight ass all nicely wrapped up in a t-shirt and shorts. She wasn't young – I'm in my 40's and so was she, I would have guessed. Age hadn't made her look tired; it made her look wise, intriguing... and hungry.

My fantasy was interrupted as the train came to a halt and a moan rose from the crowd. "There's an obstruction on the track ahead. We will proceed again as soon as it is safe to do so," the announcer said. And as her words ended, the lights dimmed slightly.

The dimming of the lights and the pressure of the tits on my back returned me to my previous thoughts, and I saw her in my memory, in profile, looking up at the fireworks filling the sky and then turning her head to look at me. Even at that distance, the fireworks were reflected in those blue eyes...

What the --?!? The woman behind me had snaked her right hand under my shirt (it was untucked) and was now unbuttoning my jeans! No one in the crowd seemed to notice and I realized that no one could see her hand under my shirt. My cock responded instantly. It was already half-erect as a result of her tits on my back and my fantasizing, but now as she finished unbuttoning my jeans and began tugging on the zipper it sprang to attention.

I had no idea who was behind me, only that she was a she and that she had big tits. And that her hands weren't small and weren't large. She thrust her hand inside my pants and her nails traced across my skin and then stopped for a moment – I think she was surprised to find me shaved. But she expressed her pleasure with this discovery by wrapping her fingers around my cock and stroking me up and down with a firm grip. After a few strokes, she decided to explore and she released her grip and began to trace the veins of my cock with a fingertip. I shifted my weight from one foot to another, feeling both awkward and aroused. Her hand traveled South, cupping my balls, weighing them, squeezing oh so gently.

I closed my eyes and fantasized about the dark-haired beauty. As the fingers moved up my cock, I pictured the two of us on a beach in the moonlight – there were people partying farther along the shore under lights and their voices merged in a drone that was occasionally punctuated by a burst of laughter, but the two of us were alone, naked in the moonlight, and I was running my hands over her body as she fondled my hard cock. 

In the metro car, she put her thumb between my body and my cock, her fingers barely touching the outer ridge of my cock. She moved them slowly and lightly up my cock and ran her thumb across the head, from its edge to the hole and back, and then she rotated her hand so she was holding the head of my cock like a gear shift knob, and her fingers began to trace the edges of my head, lingering on my glans. She rotated her hand over the head of my cock before pulling away so one finger could touch, oh so lightly, at the tip of my cock and then slowly trace its way down my cock, pausing to caress my foreskin before travelling down to my balls. From my balls, her fingers flitted like butterflies across my cock and resumed their grip and the slow, kneading stroking.

In my mind, I pulled her to me and kissed her before lowering her onto the sand and positioning myself between her legs. In the moonlight, I caught a glimpse of excitement and something wild in her eyes before I lowered my head between her legs and began to lick at her carefully trimmed pussy. In my mind's eye I gently pulled her pussy lips apart so I could place my tongue deep in her pussy before licking upwards and teasing her clit...

I was so hard now, and the people in front of me and on either side of me had no idea. She responded to my arousal by leaning in closer, her breasts mashing into my back, her pussy pressing against my ass, her breath stronger now on my neck...

On the beach, I rose from her dripping pussy and climbed atop her, kissing her hard and moaning slightly as her mouth converged on my tongue and began sucking her juices from my tongue before opening up and kissing me deeply... Her hand was on my cock, guiding it between her legs where she wanted it so badly. I entered her slowly, treasuring every inch of her pussy; sorry when I could go no further. I made up for it by thrusting slowly and deliberately, using every inch of my cock, gyrating and thrusting, ramming my cock into her and then slowing down and pulling my cock out until only the head remained in her, clasped gently by her beautiful lips.

The stroking had been smooth and gentle at first, but now her breath was coming faster and her strokes became more vigorous. She was stroking and pulling my cock now, the skin shifting with each stroke of her hand, and I felt that familiar sensation rising up my cock from the base of my balls. The head of my cock began to tingle and when she ran her index finger across my foreskin at the top of her stroke I began to come. I was hanging by one arm from the overhead railing, and I tried to act like I was shifting my weight, but my legs buckled and as I convulsed I pushed my ass back against her pussy and she thrust forward to meet me. Her fingers quickly moved up my cock and cupped over the head to catch the remaining jism as it spurted from my cock like water from a fountain. As my climax came to an end, she withdrew her hand from my pants and placed it on my abs, rubbing the cum on her hands into my skin in a slow, sensuous caress.

Suddenly, the car lurched forward and she reflexively pulled me into her. The unexpected intimacy of that moment was unforgettable. The lights came back up and the train picked up speed. She held me to her for another second and then she leaned back, the pressure from her breasts lessening, but still in contact. As we neared the first stop and the station was announced, she leaned forward and whispered "Call me..." I thrilled to the sound of her voice in that instant, in the midst of that car full of strangers, and then I felt a business card pressed between my thumb and the fingers of my right hand. As I clasped the card, the pressure from her breasts eased and disappeared. The crowd convulsed as people made for the exit. I took the opportunity to try to turn and look over my shoulder. There was a cluster of people pushing out of the door, but I would swear that I caught a glimpse of raven black hair and mischievous blue eyes...

I whispered her name "Veronica..." Her phone number was listed beneath that, nothing else. She was a mystery waiting to be solved.



Fireworks



It was the night of the fire show and Nick was lucky enough to be meeting Claire. He had offered to take her as she was recently single and needed a night out. Baby sitter arranged for her kid, he had driven to pick her up. She was the definition of a MILF for him. Short (around 5ft tall), with some of the biggest tits he had ever seen. She had long brown hair which she had curled for tonight and gorgeous eyes that he could get lost in. When he arrived she had given him that cheeky smile that promised for a good night. They had been friends and off and on fuck buddies for some time. He looked her up and down and enjoyed the view. She was wearing a corset and jacket on top that nicely framed her 36g tits. Below that was a mid length skirt and stockings with pumps on her feet. Giving her a kiss he guided her out to the car and set off to the park where the fire show was being held.

Parking up in a nearby car park he took them on a short cut through the nearby woods on the edge of the park towards the main field area where the fire show would be held. In the distance through the trees they could see and hear the lights and sounds of the fair ground that always set up stalls alongside the field. Before they reached the edge of the wooded area he pushed her up against a tree and kisses her hard as she made a surprised sound.

"I have a treat for you tonight..." He grinned and fished in his pocket pulling out something which he showed her with that wicked glint in his eyes. It was the remote controlled egg he had joked about buying for her at some point as he knew she loved the though of having it in her and being naughty when no one was around.

Reaching down he slowly slid her skirt up and pulled her panties to one side. The tip of his finger teased her clit causing her to moan then look around nervously as she realised they were still in public and she could be quite noisy at times. He found that she was already wet and as he teased her sensitive button she became soaked very quickly. Slipping the egg into her was almost easy at this point and soon it was nice and secure. The look on her face was priceless as he pulled back... Half worry, half lust and all frustration. He slowly turned the egg onto its lowest setting as was rewarded with a gasp as her eyes went wide.

She grabbed him and pulled him in close kissing him hard.

"You are so naught and amazing - I love it - thank you..."

They walked through to the field just at the show was beginning, entertainers on the stage talking, music playing as the crowds began to gather and the sun went down. As it grew darker Claire huddled close to him and he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the press of her full breasts against them as he squeezed them. Partly disguised by his coat and her jacket his fingers stroked the exposed mounds of her breasts and he teased one finger inside her corset finding the pert nipple standing on end. She knew what he was doing and half turned to kiss him and moaned in his mouth, the egg still on it low, pulsing setting in her cunt.

He felt her reach back and stroke the length of his cock through his pants, she could feel how hard he was and when she turned back round she pressed her ass back against his crotch feeling the length resting between her cheeks as she wiggled against him. He grinned and reaching into his pocket turned the egg up a couple of notches.

If his arm hadn't been supporting her she might have fallen as her legs suddenly went weak. She sagged against him and he kissed the back of her neck sweeping her hair to one side.

"Fuck," she whispered, "that just made me cum..."

He grinned and looked around - it was dark, noisy and crowded - no one had noticed. He reached down and took her hand, glad he was wearing his longer coat tonight and guided her hand to his pants. He felt her unzip them and reach inside gripping his cock. Despite the awkward angle he felt her begin to wank his cock and he moaned softly in her ear and held her close. she pulled it out of his pants and he felt it slide over the material of her stockings. If anyone looked now they would have seen a couple standing close, the people around them completely unaware that she was stroking his throbbing cock.

"I'm close my gorgeous, naughty slut..." 

"Cum for me Nick..." She moaned and he did just that...

As she felt him start to cum she cupped her hand over the end of his cock and caught most of his cum, bit of it splashed onto her stockings. Greedily she raised her hand to her mouth and licked all his juices off her hand then milked his cock clean licking her fingers until it was gone.

Just then the fireworks began - and soon the real fireworks were going to begin.

Nick began urging her forwards - he had something crazy risky and insanely hot in mind. They weaved through the crowds until they were up against the barrier at the front of the fireshow. The light was dazzling from the fire to all around them. Nick was stood behind Claire; pressing her against the railings. One hand reached around to keep her there whilst the other slid between them and lifted the back of her skirt. He slid his hand into her panties and in one steady movement pulled them down to her knees. 

Even over the roar of the Flames he heard her gasp. With the same hand he freed his hard-again cock from its confinement. Claire knew what he wanted and leant forwards into the barrier, spreading her legs into a wider stance. She felt him guiding his cock to the entrance of her soaked pussy, felt the head pressed firm against her clit. She reached down and helped him guide the head inside her. Looking round nervously she was happy hat even though there were people all around them no one had realised what they were doing... Yet. 

She felt him stop as the head slipped in, teasing her with just the heD and she moaned in frustration. It had been too long - she needed that gorgeous cock deep inside her. Seconds later the reason for the pause became apparent as the egg inside her started to vibrate and pulse powerfully. She groaned out loud as the waves of pleasure washed though her then grunted as she felt him thrust deep. 

The angle wasn't ideal but the risk and excitement was incredible. Within minutes she was cumming hard, one, two, three... She lost count of the times she came in what was that brief fucking. If not for the barrier and his body keeping her sandwiched she would have collapsed in an orgasmic haze. 

She became aware that his thrusts were a bit quicker now, more urgent and turning her head to look sideways she urged him on.

"Cum, cum in me... Please..." 

Just then the fireshow truly began, loud music blaring, rockets exploding overhead in their blazes of glory, out of the corner of his eye Nick saw a security guard - he was half hidden behind a booth but watching them and wanking furiously. Nick grabbed Claire's head and turned it so she saw. As she saw the guy wanking watching them she came again, hard, her eyes almost rolling up on her head. Feeling her clamp down around his cock set Nick off and he thrust hard, pumping his seed deep into her pussy. Gripping the railing tightly as he came he saw the guard cum and Claire moaned in just and delight at the sight. Being this naughty was hot, knowing someone was watching was even hotter.



Fireworks



The couple got out of the car, a man in his mid 20's, a woman in her early 40's. As he straightened up, he flashed a big grin to her, his brown eyes flashing with happiness, his tan glowing next to his red t-shirt, his hair still wet from the showers they just took. He stretched to his 5'7" height and looked around at the dusky sky. She came around the car and he grabbed her around her trim waist, picking her up and squeezing her, then dropping her back down to the ground. She stood on her tippy toes, her 5'3" frame reaching for his lips. A light peck and they returned to the business of unpacking the car. Smiling, laughing, they carried their bags, walking next to the heat soaked road. Although 8 in the evening, the still air felt hot and heavy, the humidity ever present. It's hard to believe it's supposed to be in the 70's tonight, he commented. Walking behind her, watching her familiar rear end move, he smiled to himself. I just hope it doesn't rain, she replied.

They walked onto the beach, chatting, pointing out the more interesting people, the kids, and whatever else caught their eye. But as they rounded the bend to the "quiet" spot, they stopped. Hundreds of beach towels lay out, with hundreds to people laying there, drinking soda (and more), talking, kids running around. The two looked at each other, a little stunned. It's a lot more crowded than I thought it'd be, she said. Well, we'll just need to find a place to lay down.

Fireworks are interesting in that you don't need a front row seat - you just need a place without a tall person or tree in front of you. And as the two meandered around the beach, they ended up at the center back, near the sparse woods. I think this'll have to do, he said, and she nodded, setting down her bag. They laid out their beach towel and pulled out the thin blanket she thoughtfully brought along.

She lay down next to him, and he turned and put his arm around her, drawing her to him. It's so nice being with you, he said, breathing in her feminine scent, that alluring female scent that surprised him in its strength every time he saw her. She curled up next to him, smaller, compact. They murmured to one another, talking about work, colleagues, some of the people around, and the cooling air. It got darker until the world took that familiar monotone look of grays and blacks. Her shoulders chilled, she drew the blanket up and turned to her side away from him. He could not resist and pulled her towards him, fitting his body perfectly behind her, spoon style. He pushed a bit, and she turned, smiling, as she felt his penis pushing against her. He put his arm over her, holding her stomach, trying not to be too obvious. It'll start soon, he said, and he was right.

Some muted sounds announced the start of the festivities, and they both turned their heads to follow the small lights shooting upwards. Then, gently, brilliantly, the lights expanded, turning into brilliant hues of color. Oooohh, the crowd murmured. The bright pattern slowly slid off the sky. Bang! bang! bang! The crowd collectively jumped as the noisemakers went off. And so it started, the 4th of July festivities.

As the fireworks kept blossoming, he pulled her tighter towards him. It's his type of hug, she thought, that loving, squeezing, intense hug, both urgent and caring at the same time. She wiggled her rear, adjusting, so that the head of his penis dropped in between her cheeks. She giggled as she listened to his momentary pause in his breathing. Then, his hand dropping down to the waistband of her shorts, he pulled her rear into his hard penis, pressing hard.

He slid his hands down into her shorts. Her hand quickly intercepted his, and he stopped, his gut all of a sudden churning, worried that he'd taken too much liberty. But then, her hand over his, she guided his hand to her vagina, his fingers feeling her trimmed bush, then sliding further down to feel her wetness. She groaned just a bit and tried to make herself more available, taking her hand away, now letting him do what he wanted. Too awkward because of the "over-the-hip" angle of his arm, he pulled his hand away. Discreetly, he slid his hand between them, sliding his hand between her thighs, his forearm rubbing the hardness in his shorts. He started to finger her, moving the crotch of her shorts aside. With a slight adjustment, he found a comfortable position where his fingers lay on her clit and her very wet lips. Is this okay, he murmured. Can anyone see?, he asked. She looked around. No, it's okay she said. He looked up at a particularly bright explosion, and looked around. Everyone's heads craned upwards - no one was looking at one of the many couples laying on a towel, holding each other for warmth.

He started to rub her clit, the familiar little bump moving around, slippery, wet. Her head dropped and he could hear her breathing, a little deeper than normal. Do you think you can...? he asked her. She nodded silently, her eyes closed. I want you too also she whispered. He nodded even though he thought that it would be impossible. He started rubbing that spot just below her clit, that spot that he learned drove her crazy. The warmth spread in her body, her juices making even her thighs deliciously damp. She could feel the familiar pressure, the warmth, and she held his other hand with her own, squeezing as she ramped up, easing as she'd let herself drift away. She tilted her head to his arm, the one under her neck, and rubbed her chin on it, her cheek. She kissed it, feeling him jump. She smiled and licked it, tasting the salt from the air and his familiar, comforting "taste". She spread her thighs a bit, enjoying the cool air rushing between them, his had still protecting her core from any disrupting drafts.

She could feel his thumb, eager to get into the action, rubbing her lips, wetting itself. Then, soaked with her juices, she could feel it travel back, circling her anus, closer and closer, until she involuntarily clenched as he pressed. Then she pushed, her ass opening up, soft and pliable under his thumb. He languished there, then brought more moisture down, until her ass was as wet and pliable as her cunt. He pressed just a bit, so that his thumb just started to penetrate her. He stopped short of penetration, satisfied with just pushing against her ring of muscle. Rubbing her clit and her ass at the same time, he looked at her still face. He could feel a tremble in her body, and he kept moving his fingers.

She lay there, her crotch soaked, under delicious attack from front and rear. She could push and feel his thumb start to penetrate her ass, then relax to try and draw him in. But she wanted to push too, against the pleasure pressure against her clit. She was close, moving just a bit, his lower arm actually pressing hard against her thigh to keep her from moving too much. She squeezed his hand again, suckling on his arm. The warmth was spreading and she could feel the heat in her ears, her chest. It started slowly, an almost numbness starting at her core, expanding outward, her breathing halted as her body concentrated on more important things. Her nails dug into his palm and yet his fingers still moved, the numbness overpowering her, the tension building, almost unbearable. She started to open her mouth but found his hand quickly covering it, and he hushed into her ear. That's what did it, that delicious tickling in her ear, and the tension peaked, her body stiff, her breathing forgotten temporarily. Then the unbelievably pleasurable clenching started, the tension started to melt away, and she could feel the pulsing, the release, her vagina quivering, her body trembling, as she felt waves of pleasure rush through her body. As the intensity faded, replaced by a powerful undercurrent of warmth, love, and comfort, she realized that she was still tensing her hips. Relaxing, she visibly drooped as she allowed herself to return to the present.

Breathing carefully, she turned her head, smiling, and murmured it's your turn. She got no argument. He carefully, gently pulled down the front of his shorts, precum already sticky, his cock rock hard from feeling her cum in a crowded beach. He slid between her thighs and then tried to push the head up into her. The wetness, the angle, and his need combined to make it virtually impossible for him to penetrate her. She reached down and guided him, and he immediately dropped in, the wetness incredible, the heat just so powerful. But he couldn't penetrate her enough and kept dropping out, the angles working against the two of them. She reach down and actually moved her cunt a little away from him. Then, her fingers gripping him hard, she started pushing him into her. Oh my god, he murmured, are you sure? She answered the only way she could - his cock penetrated the initial ring of muscle of her ass, and he could feel the immense tightness, the pressure. He reached down and wet himself as best as he could, and then started to push in. Amazingly, he slid in rather easily: this time, the angles helping rather than hindering them. He buried himself and could feel her body pulsating around his cock.

She lay there, her ass open for him, his cock deep inside of her. She would clench involuntarily sometimes, but pushed to let him as far in as he wanted. He moved a bit, but she could tell he was really hard and already quite close. She held his hand with both of hers, looking like a contented woman going to sleep on her side. The occasional flashes of light, the bangs, they reminded her that she was on the beach, but with the darkness came anonymity. She felt like they were alone on the beach, making love, and she reveled in that feeling. Her ass was the natural choice, she wanted him there, and he was so awkward trying to reach her front from such a terrible angle. But as she felt him move a bit, she smiled. This is the way it was meant to be.

He lay there and felt her cheek smile, and he smiled too. He had buried himself to the hilt, and when he flexed his penis, she would squeeze him back, a kind of internal Morse code. They played a bit like this for a bit, but in the end he was getting a little close. He put his lower hand on her hip, and although it seemed to be just laying there, he'd press down hard, or pull on her, all without necessarily moving her, but letting her feel the intensity he was feeling. He could feel her opening up, her muscles relaxing, allowing this unusual (but acquainted) intruder to move a bit more freely.

She could feel him move side to side, opening her up, stretching her out. She loved this, wanting him to own her, to ravage her with love and desire, to have him open her wide. And as the fireworks continued overhead, they continued in her ass. She was definitely opening up for him and she loved it. She could feel him moving just a bit, easier than before, her ass warm and open and flexible for him. The tightness was gone, the initial bit of discomfort a forgotten thought. And with him so rock hard, she knew that he was enjoying it as much as she was.

He withdrew just a bit, feeling her ass around his cock, trying to keep in him. Then he'd slowly push back in, her ass welcoming him back. He was clenching and unclenching her hip and her hands. Initial quivers ran through the base of his cock and he'd stop, allowing the delicious spasms to subside. Then he'd move again, so close and yet able to hover on that edge. Finally, realizing fireworks overhead wouldn't go on forever, he allowed himself the luxury of slipping out of control. He started to move a little more. After a few pushes, he thrust particularly hard into her, gripping her hip as hard as he could. That familiar tenseness came, his breathing stopped, and he started to tremble. 

The tension built and built, and he could feel his cock just straining, ready to explode. He could feel the looseness in his groin as his precious cum gathered. Then, like a cresting wave, he peaked, biting her neck, his fingers digging into her hip, his cock quivering with tension. Then, the initial trickle of cum, following by a most intense blast of cum, deep into her bowels, followed by another, and another, and another. His hips started to relax, then, his fingers almost cramping, he released her. Trying to breath quietly, he grit his teeth, then kissed her neck, feeling the new teethmarks there with his lips. Holy, she murmured, are you okay? He grinned, nuzzling her neck. I'm fine. But now what?

She giggled. We wait, she said. And so they did, pretending to be asleep until everyone left, even the kids that almost ran over them. Look, one cried out, there are some *people* here. Then a chorus of giggles. Then running feet fading into the night. He pulled out, finally, shrunk. They sat up, arranging their clothes. That was intense, he said. Yes it was, she grinned, pulling him towards her. Holding each other, she said, let's go home, I want to go to sleep holding you. Deal, he said.



Fireworks



And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. It was the fourth of July and my flag was at half-mast as I kissed you and fondled your soft round breasts through your thin halter-top. It felt sexy, as you were not wearing any bra. We were sitting in a car parked on a hill overlooking the city. We were in a fallow field with weeds growing almost as tall as the grill of the car. There was one other car in there about 25 feet away. The windows were steamed up and we could just make out the shapes of a young couple inside. We were not paying much attention to them, as we were more interested in kissing each other. I pushed my tongue into your mouth to explore the warm wet interior. I could feel your hard teeth and soft active tongue as we kissed. There was still a little light in the sky. 

We got out of the car to move to the back seat. We met at the front and I pushed you down on the hood and kissed you while I held your arms pinned to the still warm surface. You could feel that I was becoming aroused and arched up against me with your groin. I kissed your warm neck and worked my way down to your halter-top. You could feel my lips searching and kissing as I moved closer to your breasts. I left little wet places as I kissed forming a trail toward your nipple. When I reached my goal I bent down and kissed your nipple with my lips gently nibbling it to make it hard and erect. As soon as it was erect I grasped it with my teeth and pulled it out away from your body stretching and stimulating it. I repeated the process with your other breast and you could feel the slight sensation of pain all mixed up with pleasure. I then reached down and grasped the bottom edge of your halter-top and quickly lifted it up exposing your breasts before you had a chance to react. In a flash my mouth was clamped to your exposed flesh and my tongue was swirling and playing all over the surface. You tried to resist for a moment but enjoyed the feeling of my mouth too much to put up much resistance. I loved the feel of your hard nipple as I flicked and licked at it there in the darkening field. My hand was covering and kneading your other breast and you could feel the warm metal of the car against your back. I grasped your nipple between my fingers and rolled it as I continued to lick a play with your other breast in my hungry mouth. I switched breasts and then sucked as much inside my mouth as I could. I held it there and moved my tongue all over the surface. I could feel the tiny bumps forming that lovely circle of your areola. I licked and played with your sensual orbs. 

By now your legs had surrounded my thick solid body and you were using them to pull my erect penis against your clit. I was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that reached almost to my knees but they were made of thin nylon so I could easily feel your pussy through them. You were wearing a pair of very short shorts and it felt nice to rub against your crotch. Just when I was contemplating pulling my shorts down and guiding my erect cock around the edge of your shorts and into your wet pussy you grabbed both of my sides and tickled me. I am ticklish and I jumped away. You slid off the hood of the car and dashed across the field pulling down your top as you ran. I sprinted after you and tackled you after you made a surprising distance. We landed in a heap and I sat on top of you with my knees on either side of your waist pinning you to the ground. I then tickled you until you begged for mercy. "Stop, oh please stop. I will do anything" you begged as my fingers dug into your ribs over and over. "Pull out my dick and suck it or I won't stop tickling you" I commanded. You didn't want to pee your pants so you stretched the black elastic over the bulbous head of my cock and pulled it down. You could see a tiny clear line of slippery fluid running down the front of my shaft and leaned up to lick it with just the tip of your tongue. The elastic stretched tight across the base of my cock and felt uncomfortable so I slipped off of your chest long enough to remove them. You pulled up your top and squeezed your breasts together so I could rub my slippery cock up and down between the soft sensual flesh. Each time I reached the top you licked the knob of my prick. I looked up suddenly remembering the other car wondering what they could see. I was amazed to see that they were out of their vehicle and kissing. She was leaning against the door and he was pressing himself against her while they kissed. 

I watched while they kissed and saw them stop and look directly at us. We were about one hundred feet away but I was sure we made eye contact. He grinned, looked at us and slowly lifted her shirt exposing her large round white breasts. I am sure she smiled at me as he leaned down and took one of her luscious orbs in his mouth. "Honey, look at that. The couple from the other car is showing off for us" I exclaimed. You had to twist around to see them but you giggled when you saw that he had as much of her large breast in his mouth as he could manage. I waved at them and then grasped my hard cock and pushed it into your mouth. The sensation of your warm soft wet lips felt wonderful on my firm shaft. I fucked your mouth for a few moments before you pulled away. "Sweetie lets give them a little show" you said as you pushed me gently off of your chest. "Get on your knees and lean back honey" you groaned as you pulled your top off. I did as you asked and my exposed cock pointed to the darkening sky. With your breasts hanging seductively you took me in your mouth and bobbed your head up and down. I am sure the couple could make out my erect member as it disappeared into your mouth then reappeared glistening with your saliva and my pre-cum. 

Not to be outdone he got down on his knees and pulled down her shorts throwing them on the roof of the car. She turned away from me for a moment and I could see the cheeks of her pale ass split by the back of her thong panties. She was cute. She turned back sideways to me and he pulled her panties off and added them to the small pile of clothing on the top of their car. I could only see his head buried between her legs but I could imagine that he was licking her wet vertical slit. I pulled your mouth off of my cock and turned your head so you could see what was happening just up the hill from us. 

"That makes me want to taste you dear" I stated with a matter of fact edge to my voice. You quickly stood up and helped me pull your shorts and panties off. "Come on, you sexy naked thing you lets move closer" I said as I took your warm hand and lead you back toward the car. It was getting darker as we moved closer to the couple. It was a warm evening and you felt sexy being naked in front of someone other than myself. My erection had faded but it still bounced a little as we walked. When we got to the car you got up on the back and spread your legs. I leaned down and kissed the soft skin of your inner thigh. You could feel my wet kisses as I made a trail up toward the wet apex of your legs. You glanced over at the couple and smiled. They were younger than you first thought. She smiled back as her hands trailed down to her man's head. She pushed him tight against her pussy and opened her mouth seductively. She was really enjoying herself. You could feel my tongue split your labia open as I moved up and down your slippery skin of your most sexual area. You closed your eyes and enjoyed my ministrations. When you opened your eyes you could see the first stars beginning to shine in the dark sky. You rolled over on your side to check on the young couple. You were amazed to see that now he was now lying on the trunk of their car as she pulled down his pants. He was soft but he was big. She lifted his soft penis to her lips and sucked the soft head into her young mouth. Being a sweetheart you lifted me from between your legs to watch the talented young girl. By the time I looked she had his whole soft prick in her mouth and was gently squeezing his big hairy balls. She sucked it in and out all the while stroking it with her hand. It took a while but she got him hard. "My Gosh honey, he is huge" you whispered. I must admit that I was jealous of his size that evening. The young woman had her hand wrapped around the base and still had five inches free to suck. "It must be at least nine inches" you say as you watch it disappear into her mouth. 

I went back to work on your pussy while you watched the well endowed guy get his cock sucked. I enjoyed the taste of your pussy and pushed my tongue as far inside as I could. You tasted good. I then licked up to your clit while I curved my middle finger into your wet tight tunnel. I stroked and rubbed your "G' spot while I flicked and licked at your clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I pushed my mouth firmly against your clit and rubbed my tongue all over the small nub of sensitive tissue. One of your hands began to rub your body just above your hairless mound and the other stroked my head. Your pelvis began to arch involuntarily against my face and I knew that you were getting very close to exploding. You looked over at the young couple on the car and saw that the man was pumping up forcefully against the young woman's mouth and moaning. She had her hand clamped to his prick and was moving it up and down together with her mouth. While you watched he contracted and arched up toward her mouth. She tried to keep her mouth latched onto his huge erect member but it slipped off. You could just make out his viscous white fluid as he spurted onto her face. She quickly sheathed his cock with her mouth catching the rest of his load. The erotic sight of his orgasm pushed you past the brink of no return and you contracted against my open mouth and tongue. I had to wrap my arms around your thighs and hold on tight to avoid being bucked off of your clit by the powerful contractions. They seemed to go on and on. Finally the two of you finished.

By now the sky was dark. I gave your pussy a final kiss and moved off of you. My face was wet as I took your hand and helped you off the trunk of the car. I opened it up and removed a large padded beach type blanket. It was about the size of a king size bed and I spread it out on the grass and weeds in front of the car. You got down on the blanket and I called out to the young couple saying "Hey do you two want to join us on this blanket?" "That sounds nice. We have a couple bottles of wine but only two glasses. You will have to share." The young man said. They came over bottles and glasses in hand and that is about all. "Hi my name is Howard and this is Nicole they said. We told them our names and they sat down with us. They were both naked but it was so dark we could only make out light shapes sitting near us. We had to pour the wine by feel but it tasted wonderful. "You have an amazing cock" you surprised me by saying to the young stud. I think he smiled. I was then shocked to hear you ask "Howard, may I touch it?" He moved over near you and you reached out finding his bare chest. You trailed your hand over his firm tummy and down to his long flaccid penis. It was still a little damp from being inside the young woman's mouth but you grasped it in your hand anyway. You were amazed at the length even though it was soft. You moved your hand slowly up and down. 

Not to be outdone, I commented to the young woman "You have glorious breasts Nicole". "They are all natural" she replied. "Really?" I said. "Yes do you want to touch them and check for yourself?" she stated in a matter of fact manner. She found both of my hands and moved them to her breasts. They had that wonderful firmness of youth and were indeed real. My hands lingered and I trapped her large nipples between my fingers squeezing and playing. My erection returned and so had the erection of the young man. His cock was thin, very long and straight. It felt smooth and sensual in your hand. You were proud that you could make him hard. Howard reached down to play with your shaved pussy. "I have never felt a bare pussy" he noted. Nicole had a full bush of dark hair. "It feels very sweet" he told you with a smile. Just then an explosion over the city filled the air. The bright white light illuminated the scene on the blanket. I could see Howard's long hard cock in your hand and Nicole's curvaceous young body with her large nipples just protruding from between my fingers. "Fireworks" we all said almost in unison. 

We all turned to look at the sky over the city. Nicole ended up in front of Howard and you gently urged her to bend down. You then guided Howard's cock into her wet young pussy. It was exciting for you to join them and you noticed why Howard was interested in your cleanly shaved pussy. You got on your hands and knees next to her and I got behind you just as a huge green starburst filled the sky. I could see Howard's glistening prick as he made a backstroke. When he moved I matched his forward motion filling you with my prick. I could hear the air escape your lips with a moan and knew you liked what I was doing. Just then three large white shells exploded in the night sky and rained white sparks. Your round ass felt great in my hands as Howard and I rocked back and forth together. I am not sure but I think you were imagining that my hard cock was Howard's because I must confess that I was thinking about Nicole's young tight pussy as I fucked you. It was quite a turn on to have a young beautiful couple next to us on the blanket as we all watched the sky fill with huge umbrella shaped showers of light. Nicole's large round breasts hung seductively from her chest and bounced back and forth as Howard pumped her pussy. We tried to match our strongest thrusts with the bombs bursting in air over our city. I wanted to cum at the same time they did so I had to slow down a little because I had not yet had an orgasm but Howard was free to make love with wild abandon. We fucked and enjoyed the fireworks display. 

As a series of rounds exploded one after another in the sky I reached around you to stroke your clit. You glanced over and noticed that Nicole's head was turning back and forth and you whispered to me "My gosh she is about to cum". "Me too" I whispered back as I leaned down near your ear. I was nearly out of control as I humped in and out of your lovely wet pussy. The fireworks show had been going on for about 15 minutes and we all knew it was almost to come to the end. Two huge red shells exploded then four red ones joined in. Five more white bombs added their sparks and we knew it was the grand finale. "Oh Howard, oh Howard" we heard Nicole call as she started a wonderful chain reaction of orgasm. I rubbed your clit quickly then let myself explode. As a huge mass of mortars filled the sky I filled your vagina with my white creamy fluid. I peeked over just in time to see Howard's face contort with pleasure as he released deep inside of Nicole's sweet young pussy. You surprised me again by having a powerful orgasm of your own squeezing my cock with your pussy with each contraction. The four of us came and came as the final burst of fireworks filled the night air. 

When all was finished you collapsed down on the blanked with me on top of you but still inside. I whispered "You are a wonderful lover" in your ear. Howard pulled out of Nicole and sat down on the blanket. She moved onto his lap facing him with her long legs on either side of his lean body. She kissed him. I kissed you. We sat up and enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine before calling it an evening. As we were packing up the blanket in the trunk of the car Howard said "That was fun guys would you like to meet again sometime?" He was holding out his card so I took it with a smile.



Fireworks



“Baby, this is a shitload of food.”

“I told you sweetie, these parties are madness.” I’d met Sofie after the summer and so she’d never seen what these parties were like. They weren’t big rowdy drink and fuck fests, but they were drunken debauchles all the same. Basically we all climbed into Ralph’s navigator and drove two hours out of the city to spend close to a thousand dollars on food and booze for three days. So with $400 worth of food loaded into the back of the back of the giant landboat next to the booze, everyone climbed back in for the final forty five minute drive into the deep-ass wilderness where Ralph’s summer home was nestled.

Sofie was leaning on my arm in the back row of the navigator and staring at how brilliantly the stars shone this far out of the city when as we drove up the heavily wooded dirt drive to the house. It felt nice to feel her fingers dig into my belly as the motion sensitive garage lights snapped on and the house came into view from the near-primordial blackness it was built in.

Ralph unlocked the front doors and went around back to turn on the pool heater as I made the barefoot trips through the gravel unloading the groceries, booze and luggage. I almost fell and killed myself watching Sofie’s tight little rear end wiggle in her ultra low-rise jeans, the slightest bit of a powder blue v-string thing peeking out the top, as she ascended the stairs to tour the house. It took me a minute to compose myself as I thought about just how lucky I was. This was going to be a great weekend.

And it was. It started that night when Sofie and I made love. After we were all settled in for the evening the lot of us went onto the deck in back to have some drinks. Everyone picked a lounge chair, Sofie and I sharing one, and sat back to tell jokes, pass a joint, and drink martinis. Relaxing after a tough week, Sofie just leaned into me and smiled lazily as she twirled her fingers in my curls. Her other hand scratched lightly at my chest. She was like a sleepy, affectionate cat purring at my side.

We all turned in around 2 A.M. After all, tomorrow was going to be a hell of a party. Sofie and I retired to a guest bedroom and I sat unpacking my small duffel. She sauntered up to me after having changed into a pair of really short cut off shorts, the front pockets protruding out from where the rest of the crotch once was. These again were of the ultra low-rise variety and I saw the same pastel blue straps peering out at me from the top. The effect was of a denim belt framed by pale amber skin. The near 100 degree heat and relentless New York State humidity had turned her shouted sexual statement of a thin, white baby tee shirt into a whispered suggestion of a garment. Her super sensitive brown nipples were staring straight at me. She stalked straight up to the edge of the bed and put her hands on my shoulders and I could smell the familiar scent of Sofie Aroused wafting through her jeans and up at me.

I’ve always loved the salty and tangy smell of pussy: the mingling of lust, sweat, and nervousness. Every woman smells different, but the common scent is that underlying odor of arousal that every female animal emits to let the local boys know what she needs. Sofie smells just like that, and nothing more. She IS arousal and it never fails.

I was so caught up in the raw scent of her that it took me a second to notice her shoes. Sofie’s earned herself several repeat performances simply by walking away from the bed; her legs get me every time. To put it into the most understandable terms I can: I’m generally considered to be all limbs. Sofie is fully a foot shorter than I yet we have the same inseam. After a few weeks with me she really started to show off her legs to me and she was getting almost too good at it. She was wearing a five inch heel stapled to a quarter inch thick slice of highly polished black shoe leather. It was attached to her foot by a few straps of black leather over the toes and around the ankles. What her jeans had hidden from me were the other straps of leather that latticed their way over her flawless and smooth calves and tied in a bow three inches below her kneecaps.

I looked up at her face and tried to speak. She gazed lazily down at me through half lidded eyes and simply pushed back on my shoulders lightly. As I went down she crawled over me. Between the hypnotic length of her legs and the air of intent about her supple movements I felt as If I was about to be devoured by some kind of predator. I snapped off the lamp on the bedside table and rolled on top of her, her arms wrapping around my neck automatically in the process. I saw the look behind the thick pools of bittersweet chocolate she had for eyes and it smashed me in the face with a reminder of just how I feel about her. I started trembling as my hands slipped behind her head and I pulled her face to mine. After we kissed my eyes glazed over with tears with the revelation that I have no right to be this lucky. Her own eyes welled up while she smiled at me when she saw the surge of emotion on my face. She sat up and redraped her arms over my shoulders and whispered “sarang hesayo” against my lips before she scorched my soul with another kiss.

I peeled her shirt up over her shoulders and she took the act of lifting her arms as an opportunity to remove them from my neck. This gave her the impetus to run her hands down to the top button of my guyabana and pop it open. Her fingernails scraped lightly down my chest to the next button, then the next, all under her own intense gaze. Once my shirt was dealt with she bit her lip and smiled into my eyes. She giggled at my shivers as her fingernail traced down my abdomen to the button on my long cargo shorts. It popped open as she grabbed my collar and pulled my shirt back down over my arms. Her hands were working on the buttons of my fly as I lifted my arms out of the pools of sleeve at my wrists and I leaned forward to lay her down.

I lifted my ass in the air to give her the leeway to yank my shorts down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them I ran my fingertips down her tight thighs and under her knees. Back around the front of her legs I pinched the leather thong that tied her shoes to her feet. “Leave the shoes,” she breathed. I smiled at the thought and ran my hands back up inside her thighs until I reached the fly on her shorts. The top portion had been roughly sheared away as well to maximize the next-to-nothing effect of her shorts leaving only the copper zipper to deal with. It took forever to slide her shorts down her miles of legs but seeing the sheer material of her panties waiting when I returned was worth the trip. The blue fabric was thin enough to show off her flawlessly waxed mound and she had soaked through the bottom. The effect of saturating her panties made it look as if her chocolate colored labia had a thin stream of sky blue water running over them.

I paused and knelt before her. The moonlight through the window gave her shiny black hair a deep blue gleam. Combined with the body out of an adolescent fantasy it made her look like a comic book heroine. As I leaned back down over her, a strand of precum stretched its way down to her belly. She giggled at her own shivering this time and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Feels like somebody’s more than ready,” she whispered as her other hand encircled my shaft.

“I want you” was all I could muster by way of a reply. My hands slid under what were probably panties when she put them on but where now simple a wet, gauzy film between me and the only pussy I ever cared to slide into ever again. She was slowly tugging my cock down to her and I barely had time to peel the slick fabric to the side as she guided me into her. We shared a gasp as the head of my cock slipped effortlessly into her. She was tight enough that I would have had trouble getting into her if she didn’t get as wet as she did.

Once my cock hit home it was a matter of instinct to slide all the way into her so her hands locked around the back of my neck. I thrust into her slowly as her legs wrapped around my hips. She rocked gently under me in time with my strokes and her pussy consumed all of me. Momentum picked up as we lost ourselves in the act and soon I was grunting and thrusting into her as she panted and ground into my hips underneath me. She dug her fingernails into my shoulder and mewled “pa la, pa la” at me. I leaned back and grabbed her ankles in anticipation of what was coming: her.

Sometimes I think not only is Sofie every man's fantasy, but that her pussy was made for me. When she cums the upper half of her pussy contracts the most violently. That part of her anatomy is just far enough inside her to grab the head and super sensitive portion of my shaft when I’m fully immersed in her. It gets so tight that I can only thrust through it if I lift her legs in the air and hold her ankles together, plus the view ain’t bad either. Leaning back I acquired the leverage I needed to work my way through her vice grip as she squealed through an orgasm. Her pussy sucked away at me and I howled out an orgasm in time with her. Thick streams of cum slammed into her and oozed out onto the sheets. Then all we could do was laugh through our panting until I collapsed onto her with a wet smack. Her arms closed around me tightly as she rolled over on top of me. She stuck out her lower lip in a mock pout as my abating erection slipped out of her. She smiled again as she told me she loved me and with a kiss drifted to sleep on my chest.

The next morning Molly was the only one who could look at me at breakfast, and all she could do was blush and smile. Sofie sauntered out of the bedroom after slipping into a pair of my sweat shorts and they guyaraba she took off my back the night before. Yawning she blushed at the expressions on everyone’s faces. She slipped up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist as I slid her omlet out the pan and onto her plate. “Oops,” she whispered as she nibbled my ear. I love the way she says good morning. “I guess we were a touch loud last night.”

“Don’t sweat it, sunshine,” I told her as I pecked a kiss onto her forehead. “There’s coffee on the table.”

After breakfast we all went back on to the deck and relaxed with a few drinks. We just wanted to get some peace in the stillness and let the sun cook the tension of the week out of our bodies before the guests arrived and the party began. I plopped down on the sun-drenched deck and nestled between Sofie's knees as she reclined in a deck chair. She wrapped her legs across my chest and pulled my head pack into her lap. Molly took the opportunity of casual conversation to warn Sofie about The Girls anecdotally. She told her all about how Alyssa would bring her friends who all vied for attention as there were never too many men at these functions. “No sweat,” Sofie laughed at the warnings. “I’ve got all I need right here,” and kissed my forehead.

“Well, okay,” was the reply. “But just so you know, it gets pretty catty.”

Around three o’clock the guest started arriving and I lit the grill. Hellos and hugs went around and I tended bar wall the grill heated. Sofie came into the downstairs den and handed me a list of drinks requested. “What the hell did you get me into? Have you SEEN upstairs?” I just laughed and tried not to spill too much as I watched that perfect ass climb the stairs now clad in the cargo shorts I had worn last night. They were about three sizes to big for her and hung off her hips, deliciously exposing the waist of the red bikini she had been so torturously secretive about. From the looks of it there wouldn’t be too much to it.

I came upstairs with a tray of drinks and saw what she had been referring too. The Girls had arrived and were swarming. They had changed into their pool attire as soon as they arrived; there was a sea of microscopic bikinis, sarongs and fake breasts in the kitchen and on the deck. One helpless bartender of the male model variety was leaning back on the kitchen counter for lack of room and seemed genuinely grateful for the breathing space I created when I approached with the swamp-water dirty martini he had asked for.

The Girls had really done their best to offer themselves up as confections and the effect was that they looked and smelled sugar coated. Perfumes mingled in the air and it almost seemed that body glitter had been required by law as part of displaying your patriotic pride for the 4th of July. Out on the deck sarongs were being shed like outlived skins being slithered off snakes as bodies slipped into the balmy 80 degree pool. 

People were arriving in force and it was time for me to begin my reign as High Priest of the Culinary Flame. I grabbed a plate of rosemary skewered seafood kabobs and tried to get onto the deck. A passel of The Girls had stationed themselves near the sliding glass doors to make sure no one got through them ungreeted and unassessd. Sophie glowered at them as they took turns looking me up and down and saying hello, several of the “I haven’t seen you in ages” hugs lasting a bit too long and having a little too much intent for her taste. 

Once out side it wasn’t much better. The Girls swarmed men like flies on a corpse. Several of them leaned on me as I slipped the fish onto the grill. Sofie had lounged in a deck chair and eyed the scene from behind her sunglasses with a cool detachment. I noticed this and had to wonder what she had in store to state her obvious supremacy over The Girls and mark her territory. I knew whatever it was would be a treat for anyone who happened to be aroused by the female form.

The final straw came as one of The Girls slinked out of pool and over to my station at the grill. Her arm slid around my hips and she leaned over to smell what was cooking. “That’s going to be marvelous,” she cooed as she dripped pool water all over my clothes. Sophie calmly watched the scene unfold and stood up. She untied the knot holding the blindingly white top together and revealed two low-slung triangles of red fabric held together by threads tied into a bow behind her back and neck. She dropped the shirt off her wrists and gave a light tug to get my shorts completely over her hips. When they hit the deck two more tiny triangles of red fabric connected by two more threads over her hips announced their presence.

She slowly shimmied down to the pool, her hips pivoting, and just continued on down the submerged steps and into the pool. She waded in effortlessly and ran her hands along the rippling surface. Ralph stood in the pool in slack jawed silence as she took the volleyball from him and smacked it back over the net that had been hung over the pool. She leaned back and flipped backwards into and under the water so smoothly as to barely generate a ripple and emerged with a splash at the other end. Her saturated hair whipped back over her head as she broke the surface and stood back up. Water poured off her in torrents as she sauntered back out of the pool, her body soaked and glistening, her erect nipples beaming through the sheer fabric.

Pulling her hair back she came up to the grill and the offending girl melted away in shock as Sofie asserted her place next to me. “Whew, that felt great. It’s getting a little warm out here. Whatcha got cookin’ here sweetie?” She stood on her toes and leaned forward over the grill. Her eyes closed as she drank in the smell of marinated scallops searing on the rack. Pool water dripped of her chin and breasts and sizzled away to steam on the fire. I knew what everyone behind me was seeing, the view of her perfect legs and ass stretched impossibly tighter as she stood on her toes: a man who could resist that is no longer among the living. “Mmm, smells delicious,” she purred as she resettled onto her feet and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Will it be ready soon? I could eat a horse.”

Her words rang out in silence and I glanced around at the party. Everyone was staring at her. The men were had all broken off their conversations, apparently in mid sentence, and jaws hung to the ground. More than one was pitching a serious tent in his swim trunks. Even some of the women seemed to mot be able to get enough. Some of the bikinis that had not yet been in the pool or been out long enough to have dried showed dark, slick wet spots in the crotch.

The largest problem was the rest of The Girls. Their flirtatious conversations and seduction opportunities had just withered on the vine and died. They were all staring daggers into my wet girlfriend: Sofie had just completely upstaged anything they could do. They pounded the rest of their drinks and began slithering towards a dumbfounded Bartender Boy to try to flatter him into making hers first. Sofie merely winked and kissed my cheek before she walked back to the lounge chair she had occupied a few incredibly eventful moments before.

Hours and hours of drinking and eating flew past. The pool was constantly occupied with people playing some kind of game and Bartender Boy seemed to be The Girls new favorite toy. People mingled and laughed and ran around like the stoned and drunken idiots they made themselves. As the sun sank Ralph and I wrestled with the mosquito netting as we were the only two sober enough to hang it. With the net hung we were all able to continue hanging out on the deck without being eaten alive by horseflies. It was a blast and it raged until the wee hours of the morning. The Girls had all managed to couple up and regarded Sofie with a “no harm, no foul” attitude.

Sofie took my hand and led me to our room. The reaction to her performance had ratcheted her confidence and she wanted to give another display, one for me alone. She slid her fingers over the cd collection and selected something in a black case. She slipped it into the stereo and I heard Massive Attack begin its sex drenched electronic hypnosis. She sat me on the bed and forced my knees apart. Standing between them she began to swivel in time to the agonizing pace of the fuck music coming from the stereo. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up my chin as she pushed me back onto the bed. Straddling my chest she continued to dance from her knees as she untied the threads holding her bikini top on. The damp cloth clung to her breasts as she arched all the way back. Her hair brushed my knees until I felt her head sliding between them and her top slid off. Her pussy was less than a foot from my face and her bikini bottoms were soaked, too soaked to still be wet from the pool. The animal smell of her ripe cunt wafted towards my face and I became unhinged. 

I slid back from between her knees and seized her supine body around its slender waist. I leaned over her and pulled a nipple into my mouth sucking on it as if I were drinking from a straw. She growled and dug her fingernails into my scalp as her legs snapped out and around me, her ass landing in my lap. I kneaded her breasts as I suckled her nipples while she shuddered. Her fingers briefly released my hair to shove down on my shoulders. She got back to her knees and grabbed my hair with one hand as she pulled down her bikini bottom with the other. She yanked my head forward and ground her pussy into my face. My tongue worked its way between her lips and I tasted the slick juice that made her smell as ferocious as she did.

I grabbed her tight ass and pulled her clit between my lips. Forcing her over onto her back I climbed in between her legs and devoured her pussy. I sucked at her clit and rolled it between my lips, my tongue pressed against her clit and pulsing. She whined and shook as I slid a finger into her not wanting to neglect her pussy while I attacked her clit merely for want of a second mouth. Her breathing quickened and I could feel her pussy clamping down on my fingers. Her body tensed and went as stiff and still as a board all except for her belly, which was heaving with exertion. I tried to stifle a smile as I realized what was coming so as not to relinquish my assault on her. In the next second she began to soak my goateed chin as her orgasm caused her to gush cups of her fragrant cum.




Fireworks



The flood ceased and her body relaxed to heaving and panting as she collapsed back onto the bed. When she came to she slid off the bed onto her knees and grabbed my ankles. Her hands reached up to the hem of my trunks and jerked at them violently until they slid out from under me nearly pulling me off the bed and knocking herself off balance in the process. She leaned forward and ran her fingernails down my chest as she closed in on the pulsing erection jutting out of my lap. She smiled and laughed a low, husky laugh as her tongue slithered out from between her lips. With her tongue full extended she leaned forward and slid it up from the base of my shaft to the tip parting her lips just enough to swab the pool of precum off my head. Then she pulled away and grabbed my wrists as she stood. “Not here,” she informed me with a grin.

She led me out through the darkened house. Realizing there were post-coital couples sprawled out and sleeping off a huge amount of over indulgence we snuck through the hallway to the sliding doors. Out on the netted deck she pointed to one of the plush deck chairs and commanded me to sit as she grabbed the cushion off another and threw it down in front of me. She kneeled down in front of me and descended onto my cock like a hawk hunting rabbits only to stop short right before it. She paused and smiled at me with her tongue protruding lewdly from her mouth and slowly began to lick my shaft coating it with saliva. Her hands massaged my balls and the sensation went from amazing to mind bending as the slickness from her mouth ran down and coated her hand. She started stroking my shaft as her mouth finally closed around the head of my cock, tongue whirling, causing me to shudder and gasp. She slid her lips slowly halfway down my cock, sucking and working her tongue across whatever she consumed. One hand leisurely stroked the remaining shaft while her other continued to caress my spit-slick sac.

Her head pulled back up and the hand on my shaft slid up my chest and tweaked my nipple but she had no intention of leaving any part of my cock unattended to. Her mouth slid farther and farther down my shaft until I felt her button nose pressed against my belly. My cock was fully engulfed by her throat and I felt her throat constrict around it, gently jerking me in ceaseless waves of downward strokes, her tongue slithered out from between her lips and lapped gently at my balls along with the supple and skilled hand still massaging them. When she noticed my breathing getting dangerously ragged and my balls tightening in her hand she slowly slid her lips back up my length and released me with a loud smacking pop. She smiled at the look of awe on my face and calmly asked “What? Did you think you were going to cum before you fucked me?”

She stood and I watched her shimmy back down towards the pool. It was like a replay of the afternoon except I got to see what everyone else got frantically horny wishing the could: her perfectly waxed pussy and tight garnets of nipples crowning two amazing breasts as she slowly submerged herself in the heated pool. She turned and looked at me still in my chair dumbstruck at the beauty I could never seem to get used to. “Don’t be shy, the water feels amazing.”

I snapped up out of the chair and bolted down trying not to dive in and wake up the house. I slipped into the pool and the water felt warm enough to be bathwater but still cool enough to parch the scorching summer heat. She leapt at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Using the water for buoyancy was amazing as I was able to effortlessly lift her up and onto me. Once again we both shuddered as my cock slid into her not needing her hand to find its way. Her legs wrapped around my hips and she bounced against me. I could distinctly make out her clit and g spot as the rubbed against the back of my shaft. She bobbed up and down in the water and the disturbed water eddied against us, swirling and sucking around my balls and her pussy. Then sensation drove us both to the brink and she broke first. Biting down hard onto my shoulder her pussy contracted violently. Wave after wave of wrenching contractions clamped down on my cock and I exploded inside of her, the jerks of my orgasm and the forceful torrent of cum setting off a fresh set of rocking spasms in her that only intensified and elongated my climax.

My legs buckled and I dropped the both of us into the pool. The water didn’t allow us to drift off into the la-la land of afterglow. Instead it slapped us awake and showed us the benefits of being completely aware while we surged with endorphins after fucking each other’s brains out. W e laughed and thrashed about in the pool, wrestling and dunking ourselves before we realized we could wake the dead in the midst of the silence of our surroundings.

Groggy heads convened for breakfast the next morning on the deck and everyone stared at Sofie and I lazily curled up and smiling in a deck chair smoking cigarettes and drinking the coffee I had made. We had spent the whole night fucking like mad in the tepid water and didn’t give a shit that it was pretty easy to figure out that we were naked under the towels wrapped around us. 



Fireworks



“Alright everyone, listen up! Tomorrow is the fourth of July. I know you all have parties to attend, meat to grill and drinks to mix. So… how about you all log off your computers, grab your shit and have fun! Go home yall!”

Shouts of joy greeted Mykia Abrams short speech. You would think that she was addressing a group of rambunctious teenagers rather than the fifteen employees of her small magazine. In less time than it would take to make a decent pot of coffee, most of them were gone.

“Kia, aren’t you leaving too?” her assistant Noel inquired. “I know you are not going to stay here all day. It’s a holiday, mami. Time to party.”

“I promise I will only be here until about 5 or 6. I have some last minute things to finish up before heading out. Besides, most of my friends won’t be able to meet me at happy hour until then anyway. None of them have bosses as nice as me.”

Shrugging his bag on his shoulder, he looked at her like a mother hen. “Ok Kia. Just make sure that you have some fun. And you promised that you would try to make it to the club to my act. Please try sweetie. You know the kids love you.”

Giving him air kisses, she promised Noel she would try. After working for an hour, Mykia had a hankering for something sweet and decided to walk to the gift shop. Feeling satisfied that she was about to feed her craving for sugar with a frozen fruit bar and root beer, Mykia headed back to her office. She was so engrossed in the fruity treat; she wasn’t watching where she was going until it was too late. Mykia collided with the security guard, Toni.

Reaching out to steady the woman, Mykia started, “Oh Toni, I’m so sorry. Are you ok?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. You were all into your popsicle.”

Mykia laughed and took an appreciative lick. “Yeah, gotta have my sugar and such.”

Toni didn’t say anything to that; instead she just stared at Mykia.

Not taking notice to the silence, Mykia kept talking. “So you have any plans for the fourth? I’m supposed to be going to a show my best friend is in. It should be interesting to say the least. I know I better get me some good barbeque too. I gave up pork, but I still want a burger from the grill.” Mykia finally took a breath and realized that Toni had fallen silent. “Look at me just running off at the mouth. I need to get back to work so I can get out of here and enjoy my holiday. You have a wonderful safe fourth ok? Oh. Don’t forget that I still need you.”

Toni sucked in her breath and shakily said, “Need me?”

“Yeah. Remember I asked you for an interview for character reference?”

“Ooh yeah. Sorry. My mind is gone. I remember.”

Mykia started sucking on the fruit bar to keep it from dripping. “Well anytime you want to stop by, I’ll be waiting for you.”

They said their goodbyes and Mykia walked off. When Mykia got back to her desk, she had several messages waiting in her email. One was from her internet writing buddy, Brooklyn. Knowing that it was another erotic piece, she settled in to enjoy the tale. As she read, thoughts of Toni kept popping in her head. Normally, Mykia didn’t get for the boi types but something about Toni intrigued her. Standing only 5’7”, she was a little on the short side, and hid her body under baggy slacks and button up shirts. Her hair was cut into a small fro that showed off her “good hair”. As Mykia read the story, she inserted herself and Toni as the characters. Mykia had to quit reading when she got to the part where Toni’s character had her character knees damn near to her ears. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, Mykia sent Brooklyn an instant message letting her know what she caused. Brooklyn’s response was a bunch of laughing smileys. 

ATLBrooklyn: Glad to see you see you are enjoying yourself.

KiaKat: 2 bad I’m here by myself. Kitty is drooooolin!

ATLBrooklyn: TMI! So thoughts of Toni?

KiaKat: Hell yeah. Saw her in the hall. Lookin all suave and shit. I was cool til I read this damn story this is all of your fault.

ATLBrooklyn: LOL Will call you in a few. Gotta run to the boss for a minute.

Just then, Mykia heard a noise in the outer office. Picking up the autographed Craig Biggio baseball bat from behind her door, she slowly walked to her door. She was in position to swing like a major leaguer when Toni popped her head through the door.

Seeing that Mykia was in attack mode, Toni threw up her hands in surrender. “Whoa! It’s just me!”

Lowering the bat, Mykia said, “Sorry about that. I just heard a noise and I was ready to get my swing on!”

“No problem. I just came by to let you know they are shutting off the air conditioner to begin some maintenance. Most of the tenants have left for the day so they thought they’d get a jump start.”

“Good thing I have a fan on my desk. Are you headed out? I see you got your bag.”

“Oh. Well I’m off the clock. Thought since I had to come by here to let you know about the A/C, I’d give you that interview.”

Smiling, Mykia said, “Great! Have a seat. Let me get a fresh tape and we’ll start.”

Walking over to the small utility cabinet, Mykia had to reach way up to get the tapes. In doing so, her already short shirt rode up to show some serious skin. Toni suppressed a groan and averted her attention. When she had the tape, Mykia crossed back to her desk and sat down.

Once everything was situated to her liking, Mykia clasped her hands in front of her.

“Well first of all, I just want to thank you for doing this. I’ll start with some basic questions and we’ll go on from there. Let me tell you the type of story that I’m doing. It’s a sistah on sistah story. I’m not implying in anyway that you are a lesbian. It’s just that I’ve observed you and thought you’d make a wonderful character.”

“That’s fine. It’ll be interesting to see how I’m captured in print.” Toni joked.

Mykia started firing questions at Toni and learned quite a bit about her. As time went on, the building started getting hotter by the minute. 

“Toni, do you mind if I pull off this shirt? It’s hotter than hell in here.”

“Nah, I’m about to join you. Didn’t think it would get this hot this fast.”

Mykia pulled her shirt over her head to reveal a baby blue sports bra while Toni took off her button down and sat down in her black wife beater. Mykia had to swallow when she saw Toni’s body. Underneath those baggy clothes was a chiseled hard body. Her breasts were perky but the rest of her was sculpted. “Damn she is fine as shit!”

Mykia hadn’t realized that she was staring until Toni broke into her reverie. “Kia, are you alright?”

Blinking rapidly, she said, “I’m sorry. I just never knew that you had that body underneath those clothes.”

Uh-oh! Did I just let that slip from my loose lips, Kia thought to herself.

Toni smiled slowly and leaned forward. “Is that right. Well now that you know, how does it compare?”

Before Mykia could answer, the telephone rung. Without looking at the caller id, Mykia hit the speakerphone. She knew as soon as she hit the button that she should’ve looked at the caller id.

“This is Mykia.”

“So thoughts of Pretty Toni the security guard got your pussy wet and now you want to feed her your cookies!” Brooklyn cackled into the phone like a mad man!

Mykia couldn’t pick up the receiver fast enough. “Brooklyn, um… I’m gonna have to call your big mouth ass back. I have someone at my desk.”

She managed to stop laughing for a minute to say “My bad. Who is it? You act like it’s Toni sitting there.”

The silence was her confirmation. Brooklyn was still howling and coughing when Mykia hung up without saying goodbye. The embarrassed girl put her head in her hands and hoped that the floor would open and swallow her whole. After a while, she looked up at Toni. 

“I am so sorry about that. I can explain.”

Toni stood up and walked towards the door. “Don’t even sweat it Mykia. It’s not a big deal.”

Mykia let out a sigh of relief… one second too soon.

Turning back around, Toni replied, “I’d rather you show me what the thoughts are. I’m here in the flesh.”

Mykia’s jaw dropped to her desk and then snapped up with a snap. “Show you?”

“Yeah. I mean let’s put it on the table. I’m going to be straight up with you. I’ve been watching you for a minute. I like your style. You’re sexy as hell and I can’t deny that I want you. You can’t deny that you want me. So let’s stop playing. There’s no one in the building. So come on babygirl, show me what ya working with.”

For a minute, Mykia sat in here chair. Then slowly she stood up and walked towards Toni. Wrapping her arms around Toni’s tight waist, Mykia leaned in for a kiss. The first touch was intoxicating. Both women slid down into the chair that Toni vacated earlier. Mykia started grinding into Toni’s lap and moaning into her mouth. Toni pulled up Kia’s bra and began fondling her nipples. Breaking the kiss, she bent down and started suckling the hardened pebbles. Mykia couldn’t stand it and threw her head back to thrust more of her breasts into Toni’s eager mouth. 

“Stand up, baby. I have something for you.”

Mykia reluctantly got up while Toni went to get something out of her bag. When she pulled out her prize, Mykia’s jaw dropped yet again. Toni had pulled out a strap on.

“Before you ask, I’ve had this in my bag for about a week. I…”

Mykia put her hand up to Toni’s lips. “You don’t have to explain. It takes too much time. I can think of something else I’d rather be doing.”

Both women got undressed and Toni strapped up. “Tell Daddy how you want, babygirl.”

Pushing Toni back into the chair, she showed her instead. Mykia got up and straddled Toni again. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

Toni went back to sucking Mykia’s nipples as the girl rode the strap with aggression. Along the constant suction on her breasts, Toni helped bring about each of Mykia’s three orgasms with steady pressure on her clit. 

As Mykia was nearing the fourth, Toni asked her to lie on the floor. Wanting to please her new lover, Mykia quickly complied. Spreading her legs, Mykia welcomed Toni’s pleasant intrusion into her body once again. Toni moved into her slowly, letting the pressure build up gradually. The moans from Mykia started almost immediately; her hands and feet dug into Toni’s back trying to make her apart of her own body. Sensing Mykia’s urgency and need, Toni increased her tempo. 

“So good… it feels so good…” Mykia moaned into Toni’s ear. “Yes, Daddy, give it to me…”

Toni switched positions to make sure that she didn’t disappoint. Coming up to her knees and pulling Mykia down so that her butt was resting on Toni’s thighs, she continued to piston in and out. Mykia’s hands went to her own breasts and started pulling and tweaking her nipples while Toni reached down and started stroking her clit. When she did that, Mykia’s back went into an arch and she started thrashing her head from side to side. 

“Toni… fuuuck… I’m cummin… bay…” Mykia couldn’t say anymore as her eyes rolled up into her head and her body quaked with the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced. Seeing and feeling Mykia’s reaction, Toni’s own orgasm overtook her body as she too started to shake and collapsed on top of Mykia. 

The two exhausted and spent women laid on the floor for a moment, cuddling and trying to regain their breathing. Toni was the first to stir. “I don’t know about you, but it’s gotten at least ten degrees warmer in here.” 

Mykia purred and stretched. “Well you were doing some serious work a minute ago. What’d you expect?”

Toni only smiled and went into the adjoining bathroom to clean up. When she came back out, she was dressed and had the strap in her hand. Mykia was sitting at her desk, in everything but her shirt. 

“Say listen, Mykia. I’m not going to say that I’m sorry for what happened. I’m not going to say that we can pretend that this never happened. But I will say that it will happen again, hopefully in better surroundings. I want you Mykia, and not just sexually. I want to find out what goes on behind those honey brown eyes. I want to know your other passions. I’m not trying to put you on the spot or anything. Just letting you know what’s up.”

“I’d like to get to know you better as well. I mean I’m usually not like this. I hope this doesn’t change your image of me. I know you think of me as this totally untouchable unattainable diva.” She started laughing when she saw Toni had a ‘whatever’ look on her face. “I’m kidding. But on the real, I want to get to know what makes you tick.”

Toni stepped to Mykia and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Let’s get out of here. It’s the Fourth of July weekend and I want us to make some more fireworks.”



Fireworks



Jason and I did not realize how fortunate we were when we purchased the house and land that bordered the lake. The property was bordered on one side by heavy woods and on the other by a sod farm; therefore it was secluded and perfect for our needs. The sod farmer only took the sod twice a year and the rest of the time it was mowed and manicured perfectly making the landscape a beautiful sight.

Our house was, to say the least, elegant. It has four bedrooms and baths. It has huge dining room and kitchen. The balcony overlooks the spacious living room and entrance. One wing has two office rooms and a workroom for Jason's experiments. The other wing has a huge game and family room and a shower/dressing room.

The three-car garage has a loft apartment above. 

The former owners had constructed a sand covered beach leading to the lake. Jason and I were thrilled with the area partly because on the opposite side of the lake was a city owned park.

The lane from the street to the house was gently curving and the yard was dotted with flowerbeds and trees. All in all a picture perfect setting.

One of my most pleasant things is the neighbor. Jill and James Macintosh had moved into the house across the street at the end of the lane. 

Jill is a very lovely person. Her perfect figure and easygoing nature attracted Jason and I, especially Jason, to her. Her long, black hair hangs to her waist. Her cute face and hourglass figure makes her excitingly attractive.

Thirty-eight, twenty-four, thirty-eight, says it all. She is a wonder of nature.

Jim is, to say the very least, a hunk. 

He is around six two or three and built like the proverbial out house. 

His square face and effervescent smile is only one of his many attributes. 

His muscular body and legs are a sight to behold. He makes me hot just to look at him.

I am twice blessed because Jason, my husband, is not all that bad to look at either. 

He is slightly shorter than Jim and his quick wit is always exciting. 

I also am blessed with a husband that is well endowed. "Nine inches of man meat," although I still enjoy looking at Jim and wondering---.

Jason and I have discussed the likelihood of an exchange of partners with them, but have not gone any further than flirting. They seem to be somewhat receptive to our flirting and on occasions reciprocated.

Jason's business, electronic surveillance equipment, is very lucrative. He works mostly at home designing more and better equipment. He has all kinds of cameras and equipment throughout the property and enjoys capturing the wild animals on tape.

It all really started on July the forth.

The city puts on a "Fire works" display second to none. 

They start the festivities just before dusk with a band and music in the park. We invited Jill and Jim to come and enjoy the festivities from our vantage point.

The fireworks are shot out over the lake so we have a perfect view. 

The lake is a great sound amplifier and the music from the band can be heard quite nicely.

Jason had set up the barbeque and the smell of the steaks only added to the enjoyment.

I was pleased to see that Jim had taken our suggestion and was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. 

Jill was outstanding in her shorts and halter.

As the music floated over the water toward us, I spread a blanket on the hillside leading down to the water. It would give us a clear and relaxed view of the fireworks display and still offer plenty of solitude.

The steaks were done to perfection. 

Jason and Jim stretched out on the blanket and closed their eyes to listen to the music as it filled the cooling night air.

George M. Cohen's music lifted our spirits and we were excited by the rendition of the songs "Mary", "Its A Grand Old Flag", Yankee Doodle Dandy" and "When Johnnie Come Marching Home". 

They seemed to get us in a festive mood.

I marveled at the sight of Jim in his shorts and tee shirt. He indeed was a Hunk!!

I lay down beside him, motioning for Jill to lie beside Jason.

She smiled when she lowered herself down beside Jason.

"This is great," she asserted. "A good meal and a good man beside me. What more could a girl want?"

The music stopped abruptly. 

A cannon fire erupted and the still night air was filled with fire of all colors. Jill caught her breath. She moved closer to Jason and snuggled up closer when the fireworks exploded. 

We all oh'ed and ah'ed as the fireworks lit up the sky. I was surprised when Jim pulled me closer to him. His muscular body pressed against mine.

Jason let his hand fall on Jill's breast.

Her quick intake of breath caused him to move his hand away quickly.

I saw the action and heard Jill's gasp. I allowed my hand to fall on Jim's leg, just below his cock.

His quick gasp was not unnoticed by Jason.

Jason glanced at Jill. 

She was breathing heavily.

He then let his hand fall against her tit again.

To his surprise and glory, she didn't move or make any noise.

He began to gently massage her tits through her clothes. 

Her hand caught his and held it firmly against her breast, which rose and fell with deep irregularity.

I was aware of Jason's actions and watched as he moved his hand under Jill's blouse.

I moved my hand up Jim's leg, touching his stiffening cock.

He took my hand and held it tightly.

I pressed my hand upward against his until he released it and allowed me to clasp his hard cock in my hand.

A huge fire works display exploded and lit up the area.

Jim jumped and glanced at his wife. 

He saw her face was contorted in sensual desire. It was then that he saw Jason's hand under her blouse.

Jim turned toward me, his hand guiding mine toward his stiff cock.

I smiled when I felt his stiff, long cock jump in my hand. I released him long enough to unzip his pants. 

My hand found its reward.

Jim grunted softly when I began to jack his cock back and forth. 

To our disappointment, the last of the fireworks went off. Jason and Jim nearly did too.

Jill fumbled with her blouse and sat up.

Jim quickly zipped his pants and stood up.

We walked toward the house, our arms around the other's spouse.

When we arrived at the house, Jason asked Jill to come in for a while, not noticing that Jim and I were headed across the lawn toward Jim's house.

Jason and Jill hurried into the house.

He closed the door behind them. Jill grasped aloud when he kissed her passionately. Jason looked for me. He smiled when he realized Jim and I had not followed them into the house. 

He kissed Jill again, holding her against his body.

She responded by pushing her tongue into his mouth and entwining it around his. Her hands worked at his belt and zipper, allowing his pants to fall to the floor.

She knelt down and dug his stiff cock from the confines of his jockey shorts.

Her mouth found the hard member . She sucked it deep inside her demanding mouth.

She tasted the sweet nectar of his precum.

His hands found her abundant ass globes and began to massage them violently until she mewed her approaching orgasm.

They fell to the floor. Her hands were busy with his clothes and his was equally busy removing hers.

He caught her tits and roughly manipulated them until the nipple was stiff and erect. 

He felt between her legs with his hand. She permitted his finger to penetrate her hot cunt.

Her hands found his cock. She held it securely in her hands. Her eyes grew wide when she realized the length and thickness of his huge cock.

"Fuck me with that enormous cock!" she exclaimed vociferously.

She positioned herself on the hard floor and spread her legs apart.

Jason moved between them. 

He pressed his cock against the entrance of her quim. She shouted loudly as the head penetrated her cunt lips. "Oh yes!" she bellowed. "Put it all in me!"

Jason pushed against her tight pussy lips. Suddenly his cock slipped into her. Her moan of desire echoed down the hall. His cock met an obstruction and she groaned louder. Jason began to move in and out, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt.

"Oh! I hope I can take it all," she groaned anxiously. 

Her ass began to bounce off the floor pushing her cunt toward his invading cock.

A shout arose from her as his cock moved past the obstruction and his balls slapped against her bare ass globes. 

"You have just fucked me deeper than Jim has ever gone," she shouted with glee.

It was at that moment Jason though about Jim and his wife. 

He dismissed the thought immediately.

Jim and I hurried toward his house.

We were inside when I realized the Jason and Jill had not followed. 

I started to turn around when I felt Jim's hand on my ass globe. "Yes!" I murmured. 

His finger brushed my ass sphincter through my clothes. I gasped in delight.

We stumbled into the kitchen.

Jim kissed me ardently, his hands busy with my clothing.

He quickly undressed me, taking time to admire my ass globes

I hastily found his belt buckle and quickly released it. The zipper on his pants roared in my ears. 

We clutched at each other, pressing our naked bodies against the other.

Jim kissed and licked my hard nipple, driving me wild with his rough tongue. I sighed deeply when he moved down my body, kissing my nakedness as he progressed.

I whimpered inaudibly when he found my wet cunt lips with his mouth and tongued my clit abrasively. 

My moan of desire vibrated through the house.

Jim lifted me onto the table and moved between my splayed legs, his stiff cock probing at my hot cunt. 

His cock moved smoothly into my cunt, bringing a groan of pleasure from me again.

"Fuck me hard and fast," I shouted. "I have wanted your cock in me for months. "Oh yes, that is it, fuck me deeply."

Jim was astounded by my words. 

He fucked me passionately. 

His rapid thrusts were as I requested. 

He felt an orgasm building in his balls. 

He howled as his cum shot down his cock, spewing into me like an erupting volcano.

I bounced and shoved at his cock. 

My orgasm formed in my stomach. 

I released my pent up orgasm with an enormous sigh. 

My cunt was full of his cum, running down over my ass onto the table.

Jim staggered back from the table. "Let's go to the bedroom. I want to suck your cunt."

I smiled. 

"Be my guest! 

I will suck your cock inside out. 

I love your beautiful cock and would be delighted if I could suck you until you cum in my mouth. 

You have a fantastic, astounding cock and that is for sure!"

Jim was astonished at my language. 

He never dreamed I was so hot. "Come with me, you hot fucker. I will show you what a dynamic fuck is like," he promised.

I growled in delight at his sensual, lewd words. 

"Why have we never fucked each other before this?" I asked lewdly. "You are an amazing fuck!"

We struggled toward the bed. 

It sagged and squalled it's resistance when we began to suck each other in a 69 position. 

We stopped only long enough to catch our breath. Our voices resonated throughout the house.

"Fuck! Cunt! Cock!" vulgarly reverberated from the bedroom. 

I was in seventh heaven as he turned me and drove his cock deep inside my willing, wanting pussy.

Jim was indeed a wonderful fuck. 

We fucked the night away, only stopping long enough to shower between our orgasms. 

I was more than willing to let him fuck deep inside me. 

I nearly fainted when he exploded deep inside me with a spectacular ejaculation.

Our interaction was completely and wonderfully fulfilled and we found our sex was incredible. We agreed that we fit together fantastically. 

I was sore but it was a good sore. I was incredibly happy with Jim fucking me so fantastically. I wanted to shout to the heavens that I was completely and wonderfully fucked and sucked. 

It was late the next morning of the fifth, when we were all reluctantly reunited with our spouses.

Jill was smiling. Her hair and clothing were rumpled and disarranged. She walked slowly, her legs close together.

"I don't want the feeling to go away," she commented.

I grinned at my husband. 

"We sure did waste a lot of time," I said. "Jim was out of this world!"

Jason grinned at my revelation.

Jim laughed. "Jana is insatiable. She would not let me rest. 

We should never have waited until now!"

I grinned at his observation. "You have a wonderful cock. Any time you want to fuck just whistle," I said enthusiastically.

Jim puckered up and tried to whistle. 

He laughed as he tried.

Jason was surprised by my remark. 

His eyes danced as he had an inspiration. 

"Why don't we move in together? 

We could save a lot of money and time. 

Jill is fabulous at taking all of my cock. 

We seem to enjoy each others wives so it would be a lot easier if we lived together and we could fuck anytime and not have to run back and forth."

Jill smiled widely. "I finally found a man with a cock that fills me and thrills me," she admitted. "Jason's cock is huge and wonderful."

Jim gasped. He looked at Jill and smiled.

I frowned for a second and then smiled. 

"That is the best idea yet!" I exclaimed.

Jill grinned and nodded her agreement.

I took Jim by the arm and led him to the couch. 

"Show Jason how good you are at fucking me!" I ordered. 

"You may not be huge but you sure know how to use that cock," I assured them.

Jim gasped again. He looked for assurance from Jill

Her nod of approval was all he needed. 

"Come on, you wonderful hunk of cock. Fuck me right here and now," I ordered.

I removed my clothes and stood naked by the couch.

Jason was surprise at my lurid actions.

"Jana!" he exclaimed. "Give the poor man a break!"

Jill began to laugh loudly. "Come here Jason," she exclaimed. "Let's show them what a great fuck is like!"

Jason turned and looked at her as she removed all of her clothes. He moved toward her, unfastening his clothes and dropping them along the way.

Jim had already began to remove his clothes. His cock was hard and pointed the way toward me.

The day turned into a perpetual orgy. 

Each one of us fucked the other's spouse and then fucked his or her own. Jim and Jill were enjoying the day. 

Jason and I were overcome by the preceding events and felt very fulfilled.

We discussed the idea of living together. By popular demand we decided to move in together. 

The fucking and sucking of the other's mate became as natural as breathing. It was only natural that we became close friends. We women found that the two men could fuck us at the same time.

I was first to let them fuck me in the ass and cunt at the same time.

Jill watched and learned. 

She smiled at the eventual opportunity to have the same experience.

We took turns watching as our spouse fucked the other's spouse. 

I must admit I was enjoying watching almost as much as being a participant. Jill became so animated that Jason commented on her wild behavior.

"She fucks like there is no tomorrow," he announced after fucking her ass.

Jim laughed. "She was so shy just a few days ago, before the fireworks," he admitted. "I have to hang on or be thrown off now," he said grinning, "But I don't mind at all. Jana is quite a fuck in her own way though," he added sensuously.

Jill smiled. 

"I would never imagine how much enjoyment this arrangement could possibly be, but I now would not think of changing anything unless it would be to have more people involved," she confided.

Jason and Jim were surprised by her confession.

She wondered aloud if they should find another neighbor so she could have a cock to suck while the other two fucked her cunt and ass. She had become an addict to sex and could not get enough.

She and I agreed and decided to check the neighborhood for likely candidates.

Jason and Jim were elated when they found that we had found a young couple down the street that met all the qualifications of a new adventure. Young and eager!!!

The careful planning and seduction is another story. 

Stay tuned and vote. 

No comment will be dismissed, good or not so good. 



Fireworks



I wasn't really planning to fulfill anybody's fantasy that day. I was just there for the wedding, with my wife. Just wanted to wish our friends the best. But the reception was a wild one, outdoors, and into the wee hours. And I just don't pass up opportunities any more. Once upon a time, I would...but now I have learned the true meaning of the phrase Carpe Diem...seize the day!

A little backstory is necessary, I suppose. My wife has a thing going with a friend of mine Joe, a cop. She's also been with Joe's wife, Diana. I don't mind, really. If anything, our bedroom has gotten a lot less boring of late. 

In the course of the evening, Joe and my wife both got astoundingly drunk, while Diana and I kept a level head. The four of us separated from the main party and bonfire and hung out at the gazebo, chatting about this and that. Imagine my surprise when my wife hiked up her skirt and went after Joe's fly! She had his member out of his shorts in less than 15 seconds, and she mounted him moments later, no foreplay involved. Diana and I shared a look, and shook our heads in disbelief. 

We watched for just a few moments, then I leaned over and breathed into her ear "Let's go have an adventure of our own." I took her hand, and led her away into the woods.

We chatted a bit as we walked, mostly making fun of our spouses and their inability to keep their hands off each other. After a few minutes, we found a wagon that had been used for hayrides. I sat on a step at the back of the wagon, and pulled Diana to me, letting our bodies melt together as our lips met for a hungry kiss.

As we kissed, another party on the grounds started a fireworks display. Talk about timing! I looked into Diana's eyes and quipped, "I don't know what you did, but I think I saw fireworks!" She laughed, and the last of her nervousness drifted away on the breeze with her laughter. She took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, and my arms encircled her waist, pulling her close.

The sounds of exploding fireworks continued as we kissed deeply, and I let my hands wander up into her shirt, cupping the small of her back, and then roaming up to lift the shirt off over her head. I lowered my mouth to let my tongue dance across one of her nipples, listening to the rewarding sound of her gasp of pleasure. She pulled me up to share another deep kiss, her hands at work on pulling my shirt off.

I hung my shirt on the side of the wagon and quickly stepped out of my shorts, standing naked in front of Diana. We kissed again, our hands exploring each other's bodies as we tasted each other's souls in our kiss. I grasped her hips and guided her to the steps of the wagon, bending her over them and holding her close from behind.

In another moment I had her skirt lifted up over her hips, and myself poised at the entrance of her sex. I slowly thrust my hardness across her clit, teasing her with each stroke, heightening the anticipation of entering her. "You're killing me!" she exclaimed breathlessly.

"I know," I said, almost smugly.

She crawled up into the wagon, lying on her back. I donned a condom and quickly crawled over her, looking into her eyes as she grasped my hardness and guided me home. I entered her slowly, watching the delight in her eyes as the fireworks sporadically illuminated her face in red and green hues.

I know her husband is quiet during sex, so I wanted to see if she liked someone talking dirty to her while lovemaking. I brought my mouth to her ear, saying "Diana...you're fucking me. Outside. Under the stars. And you feel perfect around my cock..."

"How hot is that?" she asked rhetorically. 

I slowly thrust in and out, building a slow rhythm and watching her. It has become an image framed in my mental art gallery, watching her face as she shuddered to her orgasm, her hair fanned out in the hay, eyes closed and mouth wide open in a silent scream of ecstasy as a particularly large burst overhead tinted everything in a romantic soft purple light. I felt the first tinglings of my own coming storm, and began to ram into her in earnest. In the eternity of a few blissful seconds, I let myself melt into her as I came, my hands clutching handfuls of hay as I struggled not to yell out.

I collapsed beside her as she cuddled against me, and we watched the fireworks together in the afterglow. Diana told me that she had always wanted to have sex outdoors. One more fantasy fulfilled... 



Fireworks



It was Friday, July 2. I was on my way to visit my girlfriend Meg at her parent's house. They had invited me to their annual Fourth of July celebration. Meg is my college sweetheart, and we hadn't seen each other in nearly two months, so I was anxious to be with her again. That wasn't the only reason I wanted to be there, though. I was hoping that the weekend would finally be the right time for Meg and me to sleep together.

Meg's 18 (almost 19). She and I had met back in January during the spring semester at college. She was a brand new freshman, and we happened to run into each other one day during lunch. She was beautiful. When I saw her shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, perky C cups and tight little ass, I wanted to make her mine. We immediately hit it off, and soon were inseparable. We went and did everything together. Since I was 21, she relied on me to help her get drunk when we went out to bars and clubs. We always spent the weekend together, and even her friends and my friends got along well.

One night in late February, I snuck her back to my dorm. Within minutes, I had her top off, and was working on removing her bra. She stopped me there and said that not only did she want to wait, but that she was a virgin as well. I agreed to take things slow and wait until she was ready. I figured that another month of making out and feeling her up would be all that she could take. `It turned out that Meg had great will power, though. When she left school in May after finals had ended, we still hadn't had sex. Meg went home, which was over 200 miles away from campus, and I stayed to take some summer classes. I was afraid that another three months of having to get myself off was going to kill me. In mid June, I got a call from Meg, inviting me to her parent's house for the Fourth of July. I wanted to see Meg, but wanted to spend the weekend catching up with my buddies. What won me over was when Meg purred "Who knows, we might make some fireworks of our own," into the phone. I agreed to make the trip to her parent's house.

I pulled into the driveway; at the address that Meg's dad had given me. As soon as I did, a tall, grey-haired man came around from the back of the house.

"You must be Brian," he said as I got out of my car.

"Yes, sir." I offered my hand and he shook it as he smiled. 

"I'm Meg's father, Tom O'Brien. It's great to finally meet you."

"Likewise, Sir."

"Listen, Meg and her mother went to the grocery store just before you pulled in. They'll be back soon. I'm going to go around back and finish mowing the lawn. You go inside and make yourself at home. The guest room is upstairs, second door on the right."

I thanked Mr. O'Brien, and went inside to put my bags up. On my way out of the guestroom, I almost ran into someone.

After quick apologies, I found myself staring at a beautiful girl. Her dirty blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. Her tight, white shirt revealed breasts that had to be D cups, and the way she filled out her skin-tight blue jeans was enough to make my cock jump.

"Oh, you must be Brian," she said. "I'm Meg's older sister, Jen."

"Uhhh, hi," I stammered. "Yeah, I'm Brian."

"Wow. Forgive me for saying this, but you're really cute, Brian. I mean, Meg said that you were my age, but I expected a boy to show up here. But you're a really handsome guy."

I was silently praying that Jen wouldn't notice that the bulge of my cock was growing inside of my pants.

"Thanks," I said. You're really sexy, yourself." As soon as I said it, I wanted to kick myself. Why in the hell would I call my girlfriend's sister sexy? 

A wicked smile spread across Jen's face, and she placed her hands on my shoulders. She leaned in and purred in my ear. "Meg's not going to be back for a while. Why don't we do something to pass the time until then, cutie?"

Before I could say much of anything, Jen took me by the hand and led me down the hall to her room. She closed and locked the door behind her, then turned to me and gave me the sultriest, sexiest look I've ever seen and girl give me. She nearly tackled me, and we landed on her bed in a heap. She was on her knees, straddling my waist. Her perfect ass hovered just above my crotch as I reached up and ran my hands over her tight body. Jen is a tall girl (I'm 6'2, and she looked like she was nearly my height), and all I could think about was her long, sexy legs wrapped around my waist as I pound her cunt raw. Jen snapped me out of my daze when she bent down and kissed me. Our tongues darted around inside of each other's mouths as I found and squeezed her ass. She moaned a little, and then pulled away from the kiss. "God, Brian. I want you so fuckin' bad, baby. No one's ever made me this hot."

"You bad girl," I replied, "what will Meg think?"

"She won't think anything if we keep this a secret." With that, Jen pulled off her t-shirt to reveal two perfectly tanned, bra-clad tits. I squeezed them together gently, and ran my tongue up and down the cleavage. I kissed and licked at her breasts, then felt the bra fall away from them. I sucked one of Jen's perfectly erect pink nipples into my mouth. A sigh escaped from her, and she whispered "Oh yeah." Her breathing got heavier as she reached down to unbutton and unzip my pants. I stood up and did the job for her. I dropped my pants and slid out of my boxers. 

My cock was already rock hard, and it bounced free mere inches from Jen's face. She narrowed her eyes, and pursed her lips in a cute, pouty way. "Fuck, baby, that's such a beautiful cock." She un buttoned and unzipped her shorts and shoved a hand down the front of her thong. She was rubbing herself as she stared at my member. Jen reminded me of a kid in an amusement park. She looked like she couldn't decide what to do with me first?

She finally got down on her knees between my legs and grabbed my throbbing cock.

"Mmmmmm," she said "I want to swallow that hot cock, baby." I could do was groan as she ran her warm, wet tongue up and down the underside of my shaft. She stroked slowly as she licked my cock all over, always stopping just before she got to the head. Then she sucked one, then my other ball into her mouth. I leaned my head back and moaned as she coated my cock with her saliva. Finally, she began to lick the swollen, purple head like a lollipop. She paid particular attention to my hole, lapping the small drop of pre-cum that had oozed out.

"You're so big, Brian. I hope I can deep throat all of that," she said with a coy grin. Then, she took my entire cock into her mouth, stopping just short of my pubes. I had only gotten three blow jobs before Jen, but she was definitely the best I had ever had. It was clear that she had practice. She stroked me as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. I could feel the head touching the back of her throat every time she swallowed me. I was in heaven. All I could do was moan Jen's name softly as she sucked me off.

Jen bobbed up and down on my cock faster and faster, stroking me faster as she did so. She moaned softly as she swallowed the entire length of my member. Damn, she was good at this! I knew that if she kept doing what she was doing, I wouldn't last long. I was rocking my hips back and forth, slowly fucking her face. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but after month of just getting myself off, I couldn't help it. Jen was a horny little minx, and I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to be with her for anything.

Jen looked up at me, and we locked eyes. I saw a smile spread across her lips as she held my cock between them, and she squeezed my balls gently. I could tell that she was having as much fun as I was. I felt like I couldn't hold out much longer. I slid my cock from Jen's mouth. She looked at me quizzically. "I want to cum all over your sexy tits," I explained.

"Ohhhh," she cooed, "you're naughty. I like that." Jen jumped up on her bed and lay on her back. She tried her best to squeeze her sexy D cups together as she used her other hand to help me to jerk myself off. I was horny as hell, and It didn't take very long at all to finish. My hot, wet sticky load sprayed right between her breasts, my cum sliding down her cleavage. She let go of me and used both hands to press her tits together as I unloaded the rest of my load on each of her nipples. Jen moaned and cooed as she started to rub my seed all over her tits.

She got up and wrapped her arms around my neck, but before she could kiss me something outside of her window caught her attention. A dark blue car was pulling into the driveway below.

"Oh, shit!" She said. "Meggie's back." Jen grabbed my hand and pulled me across the hall to the bathroom. She grabbed two washcloths from under the sink and ran them under the sink.

"Here," she said. "you're going to want to clean up before you see my sister."

"That's a good idea," I said as I wiped the saliva, cum, and lipstick from my cock. "Jen, you were amazing."

Jen gave me a sexy smile. She used her index finger to scoop a bit of my cum from her chest, then slid the finger in her mouth.

"If you hadn't been such a bad boy and blown your load on my tits, I would have been able to dispose of all of the evidence. Hopefully, we'll be able to have more fun later, sexy." With that, Jen kissed me on the cheek, and ran back to her room. I closed the backroom door behind her, and put my pants back on. This was shaping up to be one hell of a weekend.

Author's Note: More to come.



Fireworks



As sun was setting over the tiny purple teeth of the far away Rocky Mountains, the engine of the racing car seemed to hum along to the song on the radio... as if one was made for the other. My husband beside me, was fast asleep as I speed us down the desolate freeway on the high plains of Eastern Colorado.

He had driven all day through Iowa and Nebraska and now it was my turn. It sadly was the Fourth of July. It was a sad occasion because we were traveling it instead of enjoying the celebration... and before long the hints of teeth on the horizon that told of the coming mountains were enveloped into the inky darkness that seemed only to be held at bay by the headlights of my speeding vehicle. The loneliness engulfed me.

That is when I heard them and looked about to try to see where they could be coming from. The tell tale muted pops of fireworks. He, stirring at the unaccustomed sound, hearing them too. It was a few larger fireworks on what might have been a ranch or farm. Disinterested he went to lay his head back down. This time delicately he laid his head on my shoulder, sliding down until his head rested on my breast and his hand lay in my lap.

I eyed him quizzically for a brief moment never taking my gaze completely off the road. He is not a small man by any means. 6'6" 230 pounds or a mite more, not a muscle bound titan, yet not weak either. He had always been somewhat of a soft touch, warm, and sensitive when he was not trying to be a "man". I loved him for the sensitive times.... these times. 

Once again his breathing became more measured and somehow in, what looked like the most uncomfortable position in the world, with a few shifts here and there, he fell back to sleep. I had had grandiose plans for the day.... see I get somewhat excited about fucking in public places.... I could call it something nicer but it isn't nice. I want a cock inside me and a man on the other side of it that knows more than how to just pull it in and out of me like a machine could do... or I could do better with a vibrator. The thrill of getting caught, the background sounds of public places, the feel of the foreign feelings against my skin... it just gets me hot. My plan was to find a clean restroom at a not to busy gas station or truck stop and have my man there, I could almost feel the cold tiles on my back and ass while his hot hard cock moved inside of me and his hungry mouth nibbled, licked, and devoured my aching nipples.

For the event I wore a tiny matching lavender halter and skirt that was no more than an inch and a half from being a mini, a pair of seamless lace panties (they advertised as thongs but they have a bottom and don't climb straight up your ass and make themselves at home there. It is part of the the Cabernet line and I get them at Dillard's, I highly recommend them), and even a pair of sandles with 3inch heels. Yes I looked like a tramp. Unfortunately for me, my fourth of July fireworks didn't come to pass. There was only one restroom that was even close to clean and he was completely dense when I tried to get his attention and him to slip in the restroom with me. Well, I am not good at charades either....

As with age and busy schedules comes the inherent lack of special intimate moments between couples. We were not immune, those special adventurous moments we once shared, were getting to be too few as of late. I had aimed to change that this very morning when I woke up. I had a plan and I was going to bring the magic back. Well they say something about the best laid plans of mice and men.... but I am not a John Steinbeck fan so I have only a small notion what exactly it is that they do say. 

However the thought of my planned naughtiness, coupled with the feel of his hand in my lap and his fingers lightly resting on the lacy material over my clit as I could feel his hot breath through the thin halter material making my nipple ache for his touch, got me going. And driving down the road, not being able to do anything about it bothered me. I placed my hand gently over his and slowly, firmly used his fingers to rub myself.... it still didn't sate me and I hoped that frustration would snap me out of this mood. Then I saw it. Distant fireworks, clear as day and miles away. Some little town was doing a big display... not in the terms of big city garishness, but big for a town that didn't seem to rate a sign on the freeway, or at least one that I had seen.

This was my chance. I would just be pulling off to watch the fireworks, a completely reasonable reason to be sitting along the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. The next exit turned out to be a dirt county road. It was narrow and likely only saw traffic from local farmers and ranchers. I stopped just out of sight of the freeway, turned off the car, managed to slide free of my sleeping sweetie. Once out of the car I went to the back and sat on the trunk to watch the fireworks....

My fingers, eager to please, moved my now damp panties aside and started making small circles over my clit, while the other hand reached into my halter and gently rolled a nipple between my fingers then giving it a quick hard pinch and tug. I moaned softly despite myself. The fireworks went off at somewhat random intervals while I sank one then another finger inside myself, working them slowly inside me pressing hard against my clit with the heel of my hand.

I started to moan to my own ministrations and the fireworks, the night, and the world seemed to fade away. I existed for the pleasure I was giving myself after such a frustrating and unfilling day. A quick cool breeze shooting over my wet labia made me shudder, reminding me what I was doing and where.... exciting me all the more....

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the flare of light from behind me emitted from the interior lights as he opened the door. I jerked my hands out of my halter and my wet pussy, not knowing what to do with them, I licked my wet fingers and tried to pull down my skirt without being noticed.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"Watching fireworks!" I replied a bit too defensively while trying to locate exactly where the fireworks had been.

"Hmmm." He said as he leaned against the trunk, "They are nice I watched them for a minute before getting out...."

'Oh God he caught me playing with myself beside the road!' I screamed in my mind in complete panic.

"You seem a little out of breath honey," he seemed genuinely concerned, "are you ok?"

'Oh thank God!' I comforted myself, 'He didn't see! The fireworks are the other direction he didn't see what I was doing...' saying to him "Oh you just startled me I thought you would sleep for awhile. They're pretty don't you think?"

"Hmmm, they are nice.... very unexpected." He seemed to be concentrating on the fireworks for a moment before carrying on, "but not as pretty as watching my wife finger fuck herself along the side of the road."

I was crushed. He had been watching me.... I didn't know what to say or do.... play it off my mind screamed at me. "Pfft!" I lied, "I'm watching the fireworks."

He moved over and started kissing my neck, his face just starting to get rough from a day's worth of growth involuntarily made me flinch away which only encouraged him. "I'm trying to watch the fireworks!" I complained.

"Oh sure you are." He mocked my indignation as he lifted me off the trunk and started for the front of the car. "But you can still watch the fireworks.... you nasty girl, you."

He set me down in front of the car, got behind me, and gently, with some authority pushed me forward until my hands rested on the warm hood of the car. "Hey!" I protested as he knelt behind me.

"You can see the fireworks" he informed me in a nonchalant manner as he pushed what little material my skirt had over my ass and pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing my bare ass to the night air, "Hmm that is better." he moaned as he buried his face into my wet pussy. I almost came right then and there.

I was detreminded to enjoy this unexpected turn of events... maybe I would get some of what I had planned after all. His tongue was magic and so much more. He was gentle and tender, then rough and urgent. He would suck me into his mouth and drink my juices. The fireworks seemed to grow closer, and the freeway that seemed so empty before sounded like it had come alive with traffic. It was if the fireworks were being shot over the freeway and we were right in the middle of it.

I moaned aloud to his attentions and made small squeaks through my heavy breathing when suddenly his strong hands grabbed my hips and his tongue traveled slowly up the crack of my ass. "Oh fuck!" I cried out.

I could almost feel his grin as he rose up from behind me. "Ok." he said with a slight lilt in his voice, as if he knew me all to well. His shirt fell on the hood beside me and his keys jingled in his shorts pocket as they hit the dirt road. His hand placed firmly on the small of my back he slowly entered me. Stretching me over his over his hot throbbing cock, probing me deeper when I would get used to what was in me.... illiciting throaty 'Oooo's from me that I can only assume was the same shape formed by my mouth when I made them.

It seemed to take an eternity but finally his cock filled me. The heat of his loins and the weight of his body rested on my upturned ass, forced inbetween my legs. One of his strong hands held my hip, while the another rubbed firmly the small of my back, making me somehow sink further onto him. I untied the halter strap behind my neck and let my nipples and breast be caressed by the cool night air, and with the anticipation of the long day of frustration I wanted him to fuck me so bad I ground myself into his hips hoping he would take the hint and give me the performance I wanted.... like the ones he gave years ago, when we were younger and so much in.... lust.

Instead he leaned over me and whispered, "Tell me what you want." was all he said and quickly straighted up.

"Oooo fuck me." I said low, knowing it was what he wanted to hear.

"Excuse me?" He said far to calm and politely, like it was just normal social interaction. "What was that again? I could barely hear you."

Despite my frustration I played along. "Fuck me baby, please fuck me." I sexed it up a bit in my normal conversation tenor.

He paused and seem to think about it as I ground my hips into wantonly trying to get him to stop this game and fuck me as I now desperately wanted. "It doesn't sound like you really want to...." he sounded a little disappointed as he began to pull out of me. I tried to push back onto him but he held me firm, the bulbous head of his swollen cock all that was still inside me, feeling vacant without him throbbing in me. I clenched him tight usually a sure turn on and I felt him rock into me but resist the urge to plunge his cock back into my aching pussy.

"I want you to say it like you mean it, you nasty girl," He said patiently, so patiently I wanted to stuff a gag in his mouth to stifle his condescending tone. "Convince me you want me to fuck you. Make me believe you want to get fucked here and now so it leaves no doubt."

I ground my teeth.... his game was control, he wanted my submission and I was not in the habit of submitting. But I was so.... into it somehow. I grit my teeth not willing to give in yet, and tried to back on to his cock twice more.... those attempts were meet by soft laughter. "I want to hear you loud and clear," he told me with some authority. "Now what do you want?"

"Damn you! I want your cock in me!" I begged him, "I want you to fuck me!"

"Are you sure?" he sounded dubious in a mock tone.

"Yes, dammit yes!" I pleaded loudly, "Fuck me, please fuck me...." 

With that he drove his unrelenting cock back inside me. I let out a surprised yelp with his none to gentle thrust, finishing with a moan of pleasure as he filled me once more. He pressed against me once more, his voice growled low in my ear, "That wasn't so hard now was it?" I could almost feel the sneering grin that must have curled his lips. He was making sure I full well knew who was in charge.... and I felt my resistance fading in favor of my lust for the hard cock and rough treatment I found myself subjected to.

He started slow, varied positions, moving location, hitting all points.... feeling me out where I liked it the most.... then avoiding those areas adding to my frustration. I tried to move my hips, he held them firm, slowly fucking me, it would get me there, it would just.... I started to turn and in response he slapped my ass hard, causing me to cry out in unexpected pain. "Watch the fireworks!" He scolded me with more of a demand than request.

And because I had nothing else I could do, I did. It was really a pretty show. Very nicely done and probably quite spendy for a small town. The whole experience was very erotic. In the middle of nowhere, on a dirty road, the freeway buzzing with life, the fireworks display beautiful, and I was getting a slow lazy screw leaned over the hood of a car.. It was perfect.

I swear it seemed like I was leaning there forever, and then the finale was starting... and it was not the only one. When the finale started heating up so did my man. He started to move around abit, his cock seemed to come alive within me and his tempo started taking the up beat one of the fireworks display. Faster and harder, he started to really fuck me now. 

"Yes, baby yes!" I screamed, as I noticed my halter and skirt were now bunched at my waist. Other than that, I was wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties on one ankle and a pair of high heeled sandles. One hand flew to my clit, my fingers gently felt his wet cock sliding in and out of me before I started working my clit in addition to his assault. This was going to be an orgasmic finale if I had my way.

His hand came acrossed my ass again, this time I moaned to the attention. "Come you nasty, nasty girl!" he chided me breathlessly but loud enough to be heard across the empty field, "Shake your ass!"

And as commanded, and what I wanted to do long ago, I did. I timed his rythem and added some spice to our lustful triste, and I fucked him as he fucked me. The fireworks boomed at the meter that his skin slapped against my ass, creating a concert of bangs, "Oh god, baby!" I screamed and shuddered with my rapture, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" As loud as I could to make sure he heard me over the booming white pillars of flame and our own exertion. 

And he did. He bent over me and grabbed me acrossed the shoulders and my waist and lifted me upright. Impaled on his cock I wasn't even close to standing on the ground... my knees gained purchase on the hood which gave him free hand to pinch my nipple while he bite my shoulder and trust hard and deep into me. "Oooo! Oooo! OOOO!" I cried in delight. "Fuck baby cum, Oooooo god cuuuum!" I moaned out as another orgasm crashed into me with the force of a train.

The white jets of the fireworks looked like what I felt explode inside of me. He forced haltedly deep inside me and sent his own jet of white flame into my trembling body, and it seemed that he wouldn't stop.

But like the fireworks had already done, it finally came to an end... a hot sticky exasperated end, both of us laying out over the warm hood of the car. As the chill of the night air started to caress our skin he turned to me and said, "Now isn't that better than a truck stop bathroom?" 



Fireworks Explosions



It was the 4th of July and the fireworks celebration was just getting started. The air was cool and moist and the darkness around me was lit only by the fireballs exploding in the sky. I lay on my blanket on the grassy hill surrounded by other groups of people with their eyes riveted on the sky. 

A dark shape temporarily obscured my view, then became visible as a man wrapped in a long blanket settled himself beside me. I smiled at the stranger and then continued to watch the show. He leaned back on his elbows, quite near me, and whispered soft comments about each firework -- the color, the brightness. His voice was intoxicating, and I became more interested in listening to the words from his lips than watching the show. He moved closer to me, softly whispering, his words like honey dripping from his tongue. I felt myself grow moist with need as he silently covered my body with his, shrouding us both in his blanket. In our own universe now, his hot groin pressed satisfyingly against my throbbing pelvis, each firework explosion echoed through our bones as he pressed my body against the ground. 

Warm, confident hands slid up my thighs under my skirt and found the panties at my waist. In one smooth movement he slid them down my legs and off, barely lifting his bulk from my body. I could feel then that he was naked beneath his blanket, his rock hard member brushing softly against my cool inner thigh, making me tremble with want. 

I slid my hands under the blanket that shielded us from the world and found his firm buttocks, and clenched them with my hands, pressing him harder into me, guiding his smooth cock between my thighs and toward my need between.

Hot penis tip met moist lips and he slid between the wet folds, caressing the nerve bundles between, grinding his pelvis into my waiting hips. He pressed himself to me, vibrating slightly, barely moving as a sigh escaped his lips. I raised my hips to meet his as our pubic hair tangled together, his manhood sandwiched between our trembling bodies. 

For a moment I was afraid. This stranger I was giving myself to so willingly, what did he want, why was I under his spell? But the excitement of his needing me and the confident touch erased all doubt as his hands slid under my back and pressed my chest to his, and he lifted his hips, gently kissing my opening with his velvet tip. For a moment he waited there, holding his breath, and then with a muffled groan he plunged fully into me, engulfing me in sensation and rippling heavy body. As each firework thundered through my bones, my body tensed and pulsed in return as his shaft filled me with heat and tingling pleasure. He pressed into me, filling me completely, gently stretching me to my limit, nudging my cervix with his tip, pressing his heavy balls against the base of my ass.

Then, with another liquid groan, he pulled out and I could feel each blood vessel that engorged his cock as he slipped from the perfect union we created. 

Pressing my shoulder blades into the ground, he arched his back over me until we created a spherical union of our bodies -- meeting at the junction with explosions of nerve endings with each movement, then warm empty space where his body arched away from mine beneath the blanket, then back together at the top where his head dipped to mine like a hummingbird drinking nectar, whispering erotic words into my ears, touching my face with his lips and cheeks, worshipping my breasts with his soft hands and needy tongue.

He rocked on top of me with a circular motion, overtaking my body with his with each long, slow stroke. Each plunge filled me to the brim, gently nudging my cervix at the apex, allowing me to experience every ridge and fold of his sculpted member. Each withdrawal was like a loss, but as he moved away from me his muscular pelvis rocked against my clitoris and sent me into heavenly euphoria, a state of highly tinged need for him to complete the circle and rock back into me, fill the cool space with his hot heaviness.

I dug my fingers into the muscles of his butt as he worked me in slow, even strokes. My whimpers and mewling cries mingled with his whispered words mixed with soft groans of helpless pleasure. My need for him grew as he paced each long thrust to the explosions of fire above us. Boom -- in. Boom -- out. Crack -- in. Kaboom -- out. I wanted him to speed up, to match my mounting need with a panting fury of abandon, but he controlled his speed with each agonizingly deep thrust. 

All at once I spasmed beneath him, my lifting orgasm causing my back to arch and grind against his measured strides. I cried out and felt the waves of throbbing pleasure ripple down his cock buried deep inside me. As he felt my orgasm release, all at once he changed his angle to a lower one, suddenly rubbing the front walls of my vagina with his hardness, thrusting from beneath, rubbing against the rippled ceiling of my cave. With a suddenness I had never known, my need returned, mounting from the hot explosion of my orgasm to new levels of euphoria. Panting and clutching, I pulled him closer to me as his hips rocked me forward and back in tempo to his quickening pace. I felt his muscles clench and unclench as he thrust faster against the very base of my being, his balls softly bouncing against the nerve endings beneath my anus, pressing and filling me with every groaning jerk of his final moments. I could not fathom the heights to which my orgasm would peak -- higher and higher I climbed, head thrashing and entirely out of control, as the sweaty stranger rode my G-spot, clutching my torso to his and rippling over me like a snake. As I crested, crashing waves of release causing my body to jerk and shudder, spasming muscles in my legs wrapped around his, I felt him tense and he cried out, thrusting deeply into me with a final groan, melding at our union into a rippling, throbbing being, erupting inside me, filling me with his hot fluid, gushing into me over and over as his balls contracted, sending me into another small orgasmic wave as he pressed into me again and again with the spasms of his ejaculation.

As his body shook and twitched, he slowly melted against me, the blanketed shape dropping in the darkness until he lay softly and heavily on top of me, our mingled breath and sweat cooling in the damp air. I closed my eyes as the tingling afterglow filled my body, his slow hand caressing my stomach and breasts. The fireworks lulled me into a half-sleep as his intoxicating whispers faded away, until I awoke with a start feeling a chill. I lay alone on my blanket, the final fireworks exploding in the distance, the stranger nowhere to be seen. The burn of his parting kiss still lingered on my lips.



Fireworks Fornication



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* "Fireworks Fornication"
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* by Bacon 
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* Originally written July 5, 2009
* Posted to Literotica February 13, 2010
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* My first story posting to Literotica - be kind!
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"You know, has anyone told you that you look a lot like Darryl Hannah?"

Lacey was standing near the windows of a large house on the waters of the Cape Fear River, looking out into the dark night during a brief respite from all the activity going on at the house party. It was her third night of her girls getaway weekend over the Fourth of July and she had so far spent two days sunning by the pool and out on the boat with her girlfriends. She turned away from the clear sky and twinkling stars to see who had spoken to her.

As her eyes took him in, she noted that the man standing before her was about 6' tall, dressed in khakis and a light button down shirt, and had a close crop haircut. Military style, she thought immediately.

"Actually no, I haven't heard that before. Thank you." She smiled up at the handsome stranger before her. Actually she had been told that before, usually in the summers that she let her long blonde hair flow and her skin tan a deep golden-brown tan, but she decided to play it off.

"Well, it's true. The way you were standing here looking out into the night with your hair falling down over your shoulders, I just couldn't help but picture that you were thinking about jumping out into those waters and swimming away from all this noise. Our own little Cape Fear mermaid." He smiled broadly at her, showing a perfect set of white teeth. "My name is Brad. I'm a friend of Victor, the host of the party. And you are...?"

"Hello Brad, it's nice to meet you." Lacey extended her hand. "My name is Lacey. I'm a friend of Angela and her father."

Brad took Lacey's hand and gently shook it. "Ah...just as I thought," he said and then released her hand.

Lacey looked at him slightly perplexed. "Thought what?"

He smiled at her again. "Tom and his daughter always have the most beautiful friends visit."

Lacey smiled and actually blushed a little. "Why thank you, Brad. Two compliments in such a short time. I feel a little taken aback...but in a good way. So you know, or guessed, that I'm here on a little vacation with friends. Seems a lot of these people are though. What about you?"

"Me? I'm finishing up my leave and am about to be deployed to service again. My third tour in Iraq is coming up. I thought I would enjoy a little wine, conversation with friends, and perhaps watch some fireworks in the company of a beautiful woman."

This time Lacey truly did blush. She turned back to gaze out the window again, only this time she couldn't get past the reflection in the window. She was wearing thin white shorts and sandals, with a red top that left uncovered the tops of her breasts. She had been tanning back in Ohio before the trip, and now her skin had browned up incredibly well the past few days in the North Carolina sun. Her hair was beginning to turn that light summer blonde that it does when she's out in the sun this much. Her eyes moved slightly and she noted the tall, handsome man standing just behind her and to the side. She let her eyes move over his body, taking notice of his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, his strong hands, and more importantly, his smile and friendly eyes. 

"Would you like me to refill your drink and perhaps take a stroll down to the beach?" Brad asked.

Lacey turned back around. She paused for a moment not really sure what she should or shouldn't do. Since she and Brandon had started down a path of swinging, and then into hotwifing, Brandon had told her that she had the freedom to follow her desires in situations like this. But she had never taken advantage of the possibility before without Brandon being around or at least fully aware of what was going on. This was a potentially new and exciting avenue for her.

But then again, it was only a walk down to the beach to watch the fireworks, right?

She felt herself get slightly wet at the thoughts beginning to develop in her mind.

"Yes, thank you Brad, that sounds nice. I'm drinking goose and juice...." She caught herself and laughed. "I mean, Grey Goose and cranapple, with just a little orange juice."

Brad smiled. "I'll be right back, Lacey."

Lacey watched as he strode confidently through the crowd of party goers. A firm backside was always a plus and she felt herself get a little more wet. "What am I doing?!" she thought. She turned back to the window again and finished off her drink. 

Thoughts continued tumble through her mind. "It's okay, it's just a drink and a stroll to the beach, right? And I have Brandon's blessing to enjoy myself if the opportunity presents itself, so that's not really a concern. There's nothing wrong with this, right?"

She realized her heart was thumping in her chest and she consciously tried to slow it down, breathing slowly as she took in the night sky.

Concentrating on her breathing and with her thoughts running in various directions she didn't even notice Brad approach her from behind. He stood close but not too close and reached around her, a fresh drink in his hand.

"Here you go Lacey. Now, how about that stroll?" She turned around, setting her empty glass on the nearby table and catching a whiff of Brad's cologne. It reminded her of something. She smiled to herself as she realized why and wondered if all military men are issued the same cologne.

"Yes, I would like that Brad." She took the drink Brad was offering and he led the way to the sliding glass doors. The entire backside of the house was essentially glass windows and doors, but as they stepped through the doorway and into the night air she realized just how much she couldn't see from inside the house. As they walked away from the brightly lit interior the stars really stood out and she could now just barely make out the water line and beach.

"It's a beautiful night out, isn't it." Lacey stated.

Brad looked over at Lacey as they made there way down to the beach. "It is now."

Lacey blushed once again at his compliment. A moment later his arm was around her waist, stopping her and pulling her close to him. She looked up at him like a deer caught in a headlight.

"Sorry, but you were about to walk off the retaining wall." Brad pointed and she looked down at her feet. Sure enough, the little 2 foot retaining wall was right there. She laughed slightly and realized she was walking in just a bit of a trance. Brad led her down the short steps and out onto the beach, gently holding on to her waist all the way.

"Wait just a moment Lacey, I'll be right back," he said and disappeared quickly into the dark shadows on the beach.

Lacey bent down and removed her sandals, letting her toes dig into the sand and listening to the waves roll and crash softly onto the beach. A few moments later she heard Brad approaching and saw him carrying a bundle of something under his arm.

"Here we go. Victor keeps a beach chest nearby full of blankets and assorted beach stuff," he explained. The bundle under his arm came out and he flicked out the blanket, snapping it open in the breeze and lying it out on the beach.

"Have a seat Lacey," he offered.

Lacey put her sandals and drink on one corner of the blanket and sat down, her knees bent and pulled up slightly to her chest. Brad sat down next to her, close enough that she could smell his cologne but with still enough space that she felt quite comfortable. He seemed to be quite the gentleman.

"So where are you from, Lacey?" he asked.

"Ohio. But I'm originally from Michigan, born and raised. Now I'm a Wolverine stuck in the middle of Buckeye country."

Brad laughed lightly at her remark. "I'm from the New England area, born and raised a military brat and continuing the legacy myself now. What brings you to North Carolina?"

"A girls getaway, as you guessed. I love the beach and the ocean, and couldn't pass up the opportunity to come down here for a few days."

They talked for a while, the noise of the party sometimes drifting over the sound of the waves. Lacey at some point stretched her long legs out on the blanket and Brad shifted his body to face her more directly. Lacey looked over at Brad as he moved closer.

"Lacey, you are simply breathtaking in the light of the moon and stars. Would you mind if I kissed you?"

Lacey looked into his deep root beer eyes and felt her stomach flutter. Root beer eyes were her kryptonite, and she nodded. She closed her eyes, bent her neck up slightly, and felt his lips meet hers. The kiss was almost tender at first, a soft touch that lingered a moment, and then he pulled away. She opened her eyes and his hand came up to her face, pulling her in again for another kiss. This time the intensity increased and she placed her own hand on the back of his neck. Her mouth opened and his tongue darted in, probing and touching her own tongue. The familiar warmness increased in Lacey's belly and she felt herself become increasingly wet. Her thongs were already splitting the lips of her blossom in two from having her legs up earlier, and she felt her wetness beginning to soak through them.

They continued to kiss like that for several minutes as their lust for each other grew. At long length Brad finally released her lips and moved his mouth down her throat and to her neck. Lacey bent her head back more, offering up her neck for Brad to kiss and lick. His mouth sucked briefly on the corner of her neck and she felt a shock go through her body. He had somehow unknowingly hit that spot she so loved, and he noticed. He sucked again and she moaned out loud. With one hand holding the back of her head, his other hand touched her thigh while his mouth stayed on her neck. Lacey moaned even more as his hand slowly moved up her leg, tracing a soft touch from her thigh to her hips, over her belly just above her womanhood, and up the center of her stomach to just between her breasts. There his hand paused, his mouth still over her neck, licking and sucking. When Lacey moaned again he moved his hand over her right breast, still covered by the fabric of her top.

Lacey gasped slightly as Brad's hand moved over her breast. He then took a calculated risk and moved the fabric aside, exposing her nipple to the warm night breeze and his touch. Her nipple now exposed was standing hard and erect under his touch.

Lacey moved her head up and put her lips back on Brad's, kissing him with much more force and energy then earlier. Her own tongue pushed into his mouth as the palm of his hand just barely touched her engorged nipple, gently rubbing it in circles. She kissed him lustfully and then released him and laid back flat on the blanket. She looked up into those root beer eyes for a moment and then pulled his head down to her breast. He took her nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking on the hard but tender flesh of her bosom. Lacey took a sharp intake of breath and then moaned. She held firmly to the back of his head with one hand and with the other she reached behind her neck and pulled the tie to her top. His mouth still on her breast she then pushed her top down off her breasts completely.

Brad took notice and began moving from one fleshy mound to the other, each nipple standing hard and erect in the open air. His right hand now began moving back down her body, from her breast to her belly and stopped for a moment, feeling her belly rise and fall as her breath was coming in small gasps of excitement and lust. His hand then moved slightly lower, feeling the waist band of her thin white shorts. His hands paused again for a moment and then his hand followed the crease of her shorts, down between her thighs.

His mouth raised from her breasts. "Oh my Lacey," he said with a slight surprise in his voice. "Your shorts are practically soaked."

Lacey looked up at him. "Yes, I know, you're making me that way," she said breathlessly.

Brad moved his lips back on hers and kissed her deeply. They both moaned into each others mouths. With their lips locked Brad moved his hand up slightly and unsnapped her shorts, pausing to gauge her reaction. Lacey continued kissing him deeply and so he slowly pulled the zipper down. Lacey raised her hips off of the blanket and in response Brad pushed her shorts down over her hips and ass. Lacey pulled away from his kiss.

"Take them off...please..." she practically begged him.

Brad sat up and moved the shorts completely off her legs, followed by her soaked little thongs. Pulling them off her feet he then kissed her toes, her ankles, and proceeded to kiss his way up her right leg. Lacey spread her hips, letting her knees fall to either side, exposing her all but bare pussy to him. Brad looked up at Lacey, her eyes half closed and her belly rising and falling as she breathed heavily, and then his mouth was on her.

"Oh...god...!!!" she gasped out.

Brad's tongue was wide and flat as he licked up one side of her lips and down the other, her smell and taste intoxicating to him. He placed one hand under her tan ass and lifted her up, opening her up even more to him. His tongued darted into the folds of her smooth pussy, lapping up her juices as the pleasure of his tongue made her even more wet. Lacey was moaning heavily and moving her head from side to side now, the waves of the water beginning to echo her own sweet waves of pleasure. Finally his mouth encircled her clit. Lacey's eyes snapped wide open and then shut tightly again as her orgasm hit.

"Ohhh...my....gooooood...!!!!" She practically screamed into the night air at the very same time that the first firework exploded, high in the air and off to their right. Brad continued to tongue her clit and hold her ass as she rode immediately into another orgasm. Her hips bucked and her hands pounded the blanket on both sides of her as her second orgasm tore through her loins. She could only gasp for breath this time and yet Brad continued his oral ministrations.

More fireworks exploded in the night, lighting up the sky and casting colored rays of light on the beach. Brad's fingers now began probing the opening of her well engorged and thoroughly wet pussy, easily pushing two fingers inside of her and curling up towards her g-spot. Lacey's eyes snapped open once again and her hips pushed up against his mouth, her clit being flicked back and forth with his tongue. She felt this one building deep inside of her and knew that she might not be able to control herself this time. In fact, she didn't want to. His fingers and tongue continued their manipulation of her pussy inside and out, and it wasn't long before she felt her orgasm begin to explode out from her, along with the juices she shares every so often.

"HOLY....FUCK....ME......OOOOHHHHHHHH....!!!!" Lacey gasped out between breaths as her orgasm tore through her and her insides convulsed. After several long moments she regained enough control of herself that she raised up on her elbows to look down at Brad. Those root beer eyes shown bright in the periodic light of the fireworks and she could see his chin glistening with her juices. He set her ass back down on the blanket and sat there for a moment.

"Did you just squirt?" he finally asked in some amazement.

Lacey, any manner of shyness or coyness now long gone, smiled wonderfully and simply said between breaths, "Oh yes...I did. Thank...you."

Brad smiled back. "That was incredible! I've never had that experience before."

He began to move his way up her body again, his mouth kissing her belly and pushing her shirt up as he moved. When he made his way to her breasts he reached behind her and lifted her back off the blanket, pushing her top up and off of her.

"There, that's better. Wow...you have an incredible body Lacey."

Lacey smiled. "Thank you. But now it's my turn."

She playfully pushed him to the side and reached for his own shirt, removing it quickly and tossing it aside. She gazed at his chest, hardened and toned from his military life. Her lips bent to one of his nipples, licking and teasing for a moment before moving down to his pants. Another firework went off and she could see the enormous bulge in his pants. Her hands went to work unbuckling and unzipping his pants, pulling them down off his legs in one quick yank, along with his underwear. Her eyes took in the huge cock before her and she reached out with her left hand to grasp it. Brad's sharp intake of breath and moan came as her hand wrapped around his shaft. Yet more fireworks exploded and the diamond on her ring finger, now encircled around another mans' cock, sparkled in the light. Brandon would be so proud of her, she thought. And so damn hard too! He was going to hear every juicy detail when she got home. But for now she smiled to herself as her lust for this new cock overtook her and she bent down to take him in her mouth.

"Ohhhh...." Brad moaned quietly.

Lacey kept her hand wrapped around the thick, long cock before her as her lips sucked on the engorged head. Her eyes were open and she could see her wedding ring on her finger as she held this man's cock in her hand. The wickedness of it all was making her even more wet and she finally had to have this new, beautiful cock inside of her.

"Do you have a condom, soldier?" she asked a bit breathlessly, and then bent her mouth back down to his wonderful hard cock.

"Ohhh...shit....no....ahhhhh....no, I don't....I'm sorry Lacey. I didn't...plan...on anything...like this." His voice was coming in spurts, and if she didn't stop soon, so would his cock.

Lacey sucked on him some more, her other hand now caressing his balls with her nails and sending shocks of ecstasy into her new soldier toy. Her desire and lust was getting the best of her and she wanted, needed, his cock inside of her.

"Are you safe, soldier?" she asked.

"I'm not...snipped...if that's what....you mean," he struggled to get out as Lacey sucked hungrily on his cock.

"That's not a problem. But what about other things?"

Brad was gasping even more as he began to near an orgasm. "I just got...tested...since I'm...about to...deploy."

Lacey giggled at that. He sure was about to 'deploy' all right.

Lacey paused her oral fixation and Brad's hips settled back down, although his breath was still a bit ragged. She thought about it for a moment. She simply loved, LOVED going bareback, but she just couldn't bare the thought of getting something and bringing it back to her beloved Brandon.

Brad sensed her apprehension. "I understand Lacey. I wouldn't want to...catch anything either. We can stop." He pulled up on his elbows to look at her. Doing so only made his abs get taut and his chest widen, weakening her resolve. She put her hand on his chest and pushed him back down, then swung her leg over his.

"Oh no lover...you're not getting off that easy. You are going to cum. Oh how I want you to cum. Inside of me."

She reached under her and grasped his cock in her left hand, looking down and once again seeing her wedding ring wrapped around a new cock. She smiled devilishly. "But, you have to allow me something."

Brad looked up at her. "Okay. What's that?"

"I want to take a few pictures of this. Are you okay with that?"

Brad smiled wide. "I would actually love that myself!"

Lacey reached over to her shorts and pulled out her phone. Bringing herself up on to her feet, posting style, she once again grasped Brad's large cock with her left hand and took a picture of her holding him, her wedding ring flashing in the light. Then she put the head of his cock right at the opening of her pussy and took another picture. Then a thought occurred. She flipped the camera to video mode and held it out for Brad.

"Here Brad, why don't you video a bit of this?"




Fireworks Fornication



Brad only smiled wide again and took the phone from her, clicking the button and starting the recording.

Lacey now placed her hands on his chest and held his cock head just at her pussy. "Are you ready for me to fuck you Brad?" she asked.

Brad held the camera pointed at their sexual connection. "Yes Lacey. Fuck me, fuck me now."

Lacey ever so slowly began to settle herself down on Brad's rigid cock. His head easily opened her lips and pushed inside of her. Her lips began to stretch out around his shaft and she moaned out loud, both with the pleasure of the feeling and the thought that Brandon was going to just die from seeing this! Brad let out a groan of his own as his cock slipped deeper and deeper inside of Lacey, until he had finally and completely penetrated her. Lacey rocked a little back and forth and then slid up and almost all the way off of his delicious cock. Back down and up again, sliding her pussy all the way up and down his amazing cock. Brad continued to record his penetration of Lacey and was now getting closer and closer to his own orgasm yet again.



Lacey noticed and this time she came up and completely off of Brad. "Keep recording this, lover", she said. She smiled at him, at the camera, and then bent down to take him fully into her mouth. Brad groaned loudly as she sucked his cock for the camera, for him, for herself.

"I'm going...to...cum..." Brad gasped.

Lacey immediately pulled her mouth off of him and slid her sopping pussy down over his cock, balls deep. She rode him hard and fast now, sliding up and down his thick, smooth shaft. It didn't take long before Brad was groaning heavily and she felt him tense.

"Oh god, yes. Cum for me soldier, cum deep inside of me. Shoot your load into me. Fill me with your creamy cum...Oh god...yes....Yes...YES...FUCK...ME...!!!!" Lacey lost control herself as she felt Brad's cum begin to shoot deep inside of her and fill her sweet pussy. She continued riding up and down his cock as her own orgasm swept through her and she gasped and moaned loudly into the night air. Fireworks bloomed in the sky, the finale to both the display of controlled and colored explosions as well as their own uncontrolled lustful connection.

After catching her breath Lacey made sure Brad had the camera pointed at her pussy, his cock still hard and deep inside of her. "For you Brandon, my love forever," she said as she slowly raised her hips up. Her pussy slid ever so slowly up Brad's long and thick cock, their mingled juices glistening, until his head popped out between her lips. Cum then leaked and dripped in long threads from her pussy, all captured on the recording. Lacey reached her left hand down to her pussy and coated her ring finger with cum, bringing it to her lips and tasting this other man's cum.

"Mmmmm....wishing you were here Brandon."

Click goes the recording.



Fireworks on Maui



Friday night, Angel and I attended a party for a celebration of the oncoming 4th of July. The small party was held up at Alexa's home in the hills of Maui, Hawaii. The theme of the evening was a no host bar with costume or outfit preferred. Angel wore a red, white and blue hand made bikini of sorts with the stars over her breasts and crotch. Other than that, there wasn't much fabric covering the rest of her. I chose to wear a short miniskirt with the colors of the flag on it and a clear plastic halter top with 2 tiny lil stars just barely covering my nipples.

Earlier in the day, Angel and I did nothing but hang around at home and go skinny dippin in my pool or laying out in the sun. We played with each thru the day which is always nice but for the most part laid out in the sun.

After getting dressed, Angel and I started out and we had just gotten into my truck when the cell phone rang. It was Simone asking us to stop at the local store to pickup some bags of ice. Telling her, 'you've got to be kidding' as the way we were dressed really didn't go with the candor of stopping at the local store. But knowing they needed it we both decided to go into the store and as quickly as possible grab some bags of ice and walk back out with little or no commotion. Wrong!

We stopped at a little store on the way up hwy 37, there wasn't many cars around so we thought we could in and grab what we wanted and head right back out. As we got out of the truck, we walked right into 2 good looking guys walking out in shorts and tank tops. They blocked our path inside and as Angel tried to go around them the guy on the left took a step to block her in. I said excuse me as I muscled my way between the both of them and Angel followed me.

We got we needed and headed back out the store. The 2 guys were standing by my truck. As I hit the alarm which unlocked the doors to the back of the truck we placed the bags of ice in my cargo area. I walked Angel around to her side of the truck where the guys were standing. They asked us since we looked like we wanted to party why not party with them. We said no thanks as we had our own party to go and said 'excuse us' as I went to open the door for Angel. Angel got in ok but then both followed me to my side of the truck.

As I opened the door the smaller of the 2 guys pushed it closed. I looked at him and once more said, excuse me. He laughed and said that was a pretty outfit I had on and if my tits were real. I said only thats none of your business as I grabbed onto the door handle again. He grabbed my wrist and I slapped in the head with my other hand. He backed off abit but I think it made him want what he thought he was going to get even more pronounced now. Just then, I heard the passenger side door open and out of the corner of my eye I saw Angel walking around the front of the truck.

I heard Angel say 'hey haoles' and as both turned to look at her, she kicked the smaller the guy in the stomach with a spinning kick and put him down then came around with a jumping front kick and caught the other guy square in the forehead which sent him falling backwards. I looked down at the both of them and told them 'we tried to be polite' as I opened my door, stepping on the guys chest got into my truck. As I started up the truck, I rolled down my window to make sure I wasn't going to run over them and slowly backed out. Just then we heard applause from the store front as a couple guys and girls were clapping for us. We gave them a thumbs up and drove away.

On the way up the highway to Alexa's, I noticed a bunch of bikers coming up fast from behind us. I pulled over abit and recognized the lead biker as being a friend of Alexa and Katrina. His name was Mouse. He was huge man on a huge Harley. I honked my horn and he slowed down. He pointed to the side of the road so we pulled off as they rode up alongside. We got out of the truck to greet them and told them we were on our way up to Alexa's for a small party. He said they were headed up there too and would give us an escort. I said we needed an escort at the store about 3 miles back as 2 idiots screwed with us but Angel took care of them.

Mouse asked if we were ok and I said yes as Angel kicked their ass. Mouse turned around and said something to 2 of the other guys and they fired up their bikes and headed back down the highway. As I was looking at him I saw that some of the girls were riding bitch with their boyfriends and asked Mouse if it would be possible to ride on the back of the bikes if one of the girls would drive my truck. He said not a problem and pointed to 2 of the other girls and told them to do me a favor and drive the truck as we wanted to ride the bikes. They said no problem and we switched off. Angel got on the back of Robby's bike and I got on with Stitch... his name fits him as he has a scar of 86 stitches going across his forehead from a bar fight.

It was a great ride up into the hills with the wind in my hair and the warmth engulfing our bodies. We pulled up to Alexa's front gate and rang the bell. The gates opened up and in we all went. Pulling up to the front door, we all dismounted off the bikes and met Alexa at the door along with Katrina and the other girls. After all the hugs and kisses and comments about outfits we stepped inside.

We walked on and came upon a group of sexy clad dressed women. Thinking it was to be a small party turned out to be something huge. The women dressed were impressive wearing little to next to nothing and everyone showing off their best assets from boobs to butts. I felt alittle intimidated being there among the hordes of beauties but soon relaxed knowing I could hold my own with these 20 something babes.

Angel and I strolled over to the bar and grabbed some wine. We stood there admiring the wave of colors which were mostly red, white and blue. It was awesome to see such patriotism in one big place. We met some ladies we knew from Alexa's previous parties and some we just met. They came in from all over the US and Canada for this party.

I took Angel by the arm and took her upstairs to the room which is usually mine when Michael and I spend the night, it's a room right off the main upstairs hallway near Alexa and Ty's room. It has a hot tub in the bathroom. I had left some clothes there in the closet as well as shoes and was wanting to change the shoes I had on to alittle higher fuck me pump style. I had on 5 inch pumps but wanted something to show my legs better so I chose a pair of 6 inch black stiletto heels. Angel said my outfit looked much better as she still towered over me in her 7 inch red lucite platforms.

While we were in the room talking and getting ready to go back downstairs, a couple of sexy looking brunettes who we first saw near the front door walked into my room. They stopped in their tracks and looked us up and down as we did the same to them. The dark haired beauty to my left stepped up and offered her hand out and introduced herself to us as Briget and her friend as Angelica. I took her hand in mine and introduced ourselves to them.

Briget asked if we knew Alexa or were there as a guest. We told her we're good friends with her and Ty as well as her sister and room mates. We stood talking to them for a while before we decided we needed to refresh our drinks and we all took a walk downstairs to get more. We then all headed downstairs.

After grabbing some refills we decided to go out by the pool and sit and talk some more. When we got out there, we found 3 chairs available but couldn't locate a 4th. So we offered 2 chairs to the other girls but they said they would share one and Briget sat down first and Angelica sat between her legs. Angel and I sat down facing them. Briget lifted up her legs and wrapped them around Angelica so she could hold her ankles together as she laid back onto Briget.

We talked about the adult business alittle and moved onto modeling and then to exotic dancing. Angel spoke much about the dancing aspect as Angelica took a keen interest in what she had to say about it. Angelica said she wanted to learn how to dance seductively and asked Angel if she'd teach her. Angel said by all means and Angelica unwrapped Brigets legs and stood up. She took Angel by the hand and they stood between me and Briget.

As Angel began to move to the music playing, Angelica tried to move with her. Angel moved behind Angelica and placed her hands on her hips and guided her. Angelica, who was already alittle tipsy from the bottles of beer she had been drinking stumbled a couple of times as Angel caught her. Briget would break out laughing hysterically at various times throughout the lesson. I could only smile. Briget then leaned towards me and asked me if I wanted to go get our drinks refreshed again and I said ok as she began to scoot herself out of the chair.

I told Angel we'd be right back but she smiled and told me to take our time as she had her hands full with Angelica. I smiled back at Angel as Briget grabbed my hand and lead me off. On the way into the house we ran into Katrina. She asked us if we were having a good time and we both said we were. She said good and slipped her hand around my head and pulled me in tight to her and kissed me hard and deep on the lips. Her other hand moved over my boobs then down and under my skirt as she slipped a finger into me. We continued kissing for a few minutes as her finger rubbed circles around my clit.

Katrina then broke the kiss and turned to Briget and said, 'ok, she's ready for you' and left with a smile on her face. Briget looked at me and mentioned something about Katrina being a wild pussy when it came to parties. I agreed as Briget took my hand again and lead me towards the bar. Briget refilled my glass of wine and grabbed herself another heineken. She then told me we needed to go find Alexa or Ty and say hello to them.

We found Ty first and as soon as he saw me, he broke the conversation he was having with a couple of other girls and approached me. He gave me huge hug lifting me off the ground and spinning me around. He kissed me almost as deep as Katrina did but his hands stayed on my butt as he kept me tight against himself.

Finally he broke the kiss and set me back down. He gave Briget a kiss but nothing like he gave me. He asked me where my man was and when I told him he was on the mainland he smiled big and asked me if I needed any good lovins since he was gone. I told him maybe and to find me near the end of the night as I'll probably be wanting something long, thick and hard in me by then. He kissed me and told me he'd find me for sure!

Briget told me that it seemed to her that I was very popular among the house but I told her it was only because of my boyfriend who is their best friend otherwise I wouldn't have a clue as to who they were. She smiled a sly grin and said 'yeah right' and grabbed my hand and lead me upstairs again. She asked me if I had a room in the house and I told her the room where they had first met is usually my room whenever me and my boyfriend spend the night. She said cool and lead me to the room.

As she opened the door and stepped in I walked in behind her. She turned right around and grabbed me around the waist and planted a deep lip lock onto my lips. Her tongue snaked into my mouth as her fingers worked under my miniskirt and found their way into my smooth pussy. She pumped me as we continued to kiss. My hands could only hold onto her as she rubbed my clitoris and pumped me. She sucked on my tongue as if it was a straw.

She then dropped to her knees and yanked my skirt down and had me step out of it. As soon as my legs were free of the skirt she had her tongue on my clit. She lapped at me as she pushed her own hand up her short skirt. She was rubbing herself as she sucked my pussy. I stood there looking down at her but was only able to see her tongue flicking against my clit.

She licked me slow then fast, I could feel her body shudder with each touch of her clit as her touch flowed through her and right into me. It felt wonderful to have her tongue on me after being teased by Katrina. She slid her tongue inside my walls and kept licking. She lapped at my slit for a few minutes before stabbing between my lips. She sucked my clit while flicking the tip. Her hand slid up the back of my skirt and pushed me forward into her mouth. As she slid her tongue inside me I felt her finger slide up into my backside. She pumped my ass as she tongued me which brought the wave forth as I found myself moaning out, holding her head as I pumped my hips onto her tongue.

She lapped on me like there was no tomorrow. Her tongue sliding easily in and out of my walls. I could only steady myself as the sensations began to fade. She stood up and kissed me hard as snaked her tongue back into my mouth. I could taste myself on her tongue and lips. We broke the kiss and as I was about to reciprocate Angel and Angelica walked in. Angel's lipstick was all smeared as was Angelica's. Both Briget and I laughed so hard as they tried to wipe it off.

Katrina walked past the room and told everyone to go outside by the pool for a small display of sparklers and other harmless fireworks. Angelica grabbed Angel as Briget took my hand. Everyone moved outside to stand around the pool. Alexa, Ty, Katrina, Simone and Lourdes then told everyone to raise their glass as they had some words to say first.

Alexa said a prayer for Michael and his dad and also to bless our troops overseas and for all Americans all over the world who couldn't be home for this Celebratory weekend. Everyone toasted and sipped from their glasses. The music was turned back on and fireworks were fired off from the south side of Alexa's garden. Everyone enjoyed the evening.

As time went on, couples and alcohol began to mix. Some couples could be seen together locked in deep kisses while others had engaged in some oral skills down around the pool. Some women were skinny dipping and playing with each other in the pool. Couples on the loungers, women masturbating while watching other couples. Guys getting head jobs, hand jobs, lots of titty fucking as well.

Alexa and Ty came walking up. Alexa was topless and grabbed my top and ripped it off me then did the same to Angel. Ty picked me up and carried me off into the house and up the stairs we went. He brought me into their bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. He pulled off my miniskirt and dived right between my thighs. Licking and stabbing at my entrance while slipping a finger up my backside. He is a man who knows what I enjoy having had me on several occasions with or without Michael present.

Alexa and Angel followed shortly as I was having my first orgasm from Tyson's expert tongue. Alexa knelt down next to Tyson and took his hard manhood into her mouth. Angel came and laid next to me on the bed and began kissing me. Her hands cupping my breasts and pulling on my hard nipples. Alexa busily sucking away on her man's cock as he began to lick and lap at Angels sweet walls. Alexa took as much as she could in her throat but stopped short of gagging on him.

Angel and I kept kissing as Ty lapped away at her sex. Her fingers moved from my breasts down to my pussy and began fingering me. Rubbing my clit until I began to come again. Alexa then stood up and brought her sex near Angel and I and knelt alongside us on the bed. Both Angel and I took turns licking her sweet shaven lips. Tonguing her clit as she pushed herself closer to us. I moved my hand between her thighs so that I could slip a finger into her tight ass and pull her even closer.

Angel began to orgasm from Ty's tonguing as she hummed and moaned with her tongue pushing into Alexa's pussy. Alexa began to come from the sensation and vibrations that Angel was giving her. Alexa then moved off the bed and pulled both Angel and I off the bed to the floor. Tyson moved into the center of the 3 of us and sat down on the edge of the bed. The 3 of us took turns sucking his long thick cock. One would have him in her mouth while the other 2 would be licking his shaft or tonguing his heavy ball sac.

Tyson loved the contrast of his long black cock being sucked on by the 3 of us. I took almost all his cock into my throat but couldn't get the last couple of inches in although I was able to pump his shaft thru my fist as the other girls sucked on him as well. When Tyson felt like he was about to cum, he wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to pump it while the 3 of us kissed each other and waited for his grunt. It didn't take long as the 3 of us turned towards his thick head and received his sweet sticky sperm.

He pumped himself giving the 3 of us all that he could muster as we licked his come from his cock and off each others faces. His seed kept coming as we sucked and licked. Being the facial sluts just for him. When his orgasm subsided, we took turns sucking the head or licking each others faces, chins or boobs clean of the sticky white mess.

Tyson then reached down and took my hand and helped me up. He said since Michael wasn't here to keep me happy that he'd have to take honors as I climbed onto the bed. I took my position in which I love being in for him and let him settle behind me. He slid his head into my tight pussy and began pumping me slowly and steadily building up to a faster tempo.

Alexa and Angel sat on the floor watching and began masturbating. Tyson would pull his entire 10 inches out of me before sliding it right back inside. He was so slow and methodical in his thrusts. He knew what and how I enjoyed his play time of my body. He would kick up the beat and thrust me deeper and harder then slow almost to the point of stopping. When he did stop however, he pulled his shaft from me and lined up against my tight backdoor.

Alexa said between strokes that she loved the way I could handle him this way. I love every bit of a nice thick cock invading my backside and he was no different. He pushed the head in and I wanted more. I pushed back onto him as he pushed forward which instantly impaled me with his massive cock. I moaned out how good it felt as he began pumping me. Alexa or Angel would reach up and rub my clit but the sensation of his hard shaft tunneling in and out of me was so nasty.

My fists gripped the sheets and pulled them but it was only because my orgasm was approaching fast and deep. Ty held onto my hips tightly as he pumped faster and deeper. He eventually pushed his entire length into my backside and I loved it. I could hear both Angel and Alexa starting to orgasm themselves as he thrashed my backdoor. I kept moaning for him to slam it into me harder.

The first of this series of orgasm came fast and powerful, I could only moan out and pound the bed as he pumped me. As I felt his shaft grow inside me another orgasm shot through me instantly. My moans and screams must have been heard through out the house. Tyson was telling me how good my ass felt wrapped his shaft, how much he loved fucking me. I couldn't get enough of his thrusts as I pushed back and met his thrusts half way.

Tyson groaned out loudly as I felt his come spilling into my backdoor, he pumped me over and over before his cock either was pulled out or slipped out but I heard sucking sounds as I looked down and saw Alexa sucking the head into her mouth swallowing his load before placing the head back against my open ass and having him push himself right back inside my backdoor. He pumped me for a few more minutes before stopping.

Alexa kissed Angel as everyone seemed worn out. Ty collapsed on the bed and Angel and Alexa sat leaning on each others shoulders. I sat back down onto my heels with my hands still on the bed trying to catch my breath. As we all were recouping. Katrina walked in and said the most everyone was leaving and that we needed to come down and bid them all a goodbye. Alexa and Angel got up first. Alexa walked to the bathroom and got Ty a warm washcloth. He cleaned his cock off then stood up and slid on his shorts. He looked over at me and asked I was ok. I said I was and that I'd be down in a bit to say goodbye to those I had met.




Fireworks on Maui



I had been thinking of Michael and wanted to give him something special myself so I rolled over onto my side and began masturbating myself for him. Thinking of the many positions and ways in which he loves to put me into. Having me on top of him so I can look into his eyes as I lower myself onto his thick manhood. Feeling his hands on my breasts. Thinking of my girlfriends who have given themselves to him. Imagining my friend Maria was sitting across from me watching me pleasure myself for my man.

It didn't take long after that scenario of her watching me... I began to come so hard and it was deep. I moaned out his name then hers, she has been such an inspiration to me. I have not thanked her enough I don't think. I laid there for awhile. Long enough to make Angel come back upstairs looking for me. She laid down next to me and asked me if everything was ok and I just told her that I was missing Michael. She understood and told me we'd be together soon and not to worry.

I think we both kind of drifted off right after that exchange. We awoke a few hours later to Alexa telling us to go to bed and helping us to their bed. which is a huge California King bed. It fit the 4 of us perfectly. Upon waking in the morning, I had Alexa licking my slit while pumping Ty's cock in her hand. Angel was nestled next to me and awoke by my moans. I had a slow lovely orgasm thanks to Alexa. She then moved over to Ty and began to give him his morning kiss by pushing his black cock into her mouth.

Angel and I laid there listening to the sounds of Alexa sucking the head. It was erotic in itself... we went home after lunch....

Mahalo...



Fireworks on the Beach



The southern breeze blew a salt-caked wisp of her brown wavy hair against her  mouth. The tip of her tongue slipped out and deftly hooked the end of it trapping it between her slightly sunburnt, tingling lips. She sucked on the salt, twirling the hair around and around her tongue, then chewing on it slightly as her eyes continued to race over the lines of her book. As she shifted her weight onto the one elbow to free her other hand to turn the page, she impatiently brushed the now wet, straightened strand out of her mouth and looked up at the sea stretching before her. She lay there, propped up on her elbow, the fingers of her other hand suspended on the corner of the page, looking out at the waves rolling in. High waves today! Maybe that’s why there was no one on the beach. The southern wind had washed in some seaweed andshe  could see the brown line of it floating unappetizingly just where the water started to deepen. But she didn’t mind it. If you waded in and then dove over it, you could swim vigorously out and get to the clear blue-green swell to bob playfully in the waves.

She bent her head down again, flicked back to the previous page to pick up the sentence from the beginning and re-immerse herself in tales of people coming together in London, Tokyo, Paris. But fortunately there were no stories of people of meeting on a Greek island in the North-Eastern Aegean, just across the way from the shores of Turkey. All she wanted now was to read about others and let their couplings carry her away from herself. She had wanted to visit the island of Chios for a long time because she had heard of the beauty of the island. What she wanted was peace and quiet. Time to be with herself, gaze at the sea and mountains, take pictures and read her books without interruption. Her divorce from her husband a few months ago had left her drained and in need of escape. And here at last was her little getaway. She could wake when she wanted, dine when she wanted, explore the island without destination, wandering where she willed on her motorcycle, charging her emotional batteries with the beauty of the craggy mountains, thick cool pine forests, low marshlands all a-flutter with herons and long deserted beaches like this one.
She could feel the sun burning her shoulders and the backs of her legs. The first application of sunscreen had probably washed off during her first dip but now that the droplets of seawater had evaporated from her skin, she was feeling too comfortable to get up and slather herself in lotion again. And she liked this feeling of baking in the sun and salt on the pebbly sand. Soon she would have to take refuge in the shade of the stony cliff at the end of the beach, but! just a little while longer here.

She gradually realized that a new sound had entered the symphony of waves crashing and seagulls cawing overhead. What was it? The crunch of footsteps on the pebbles andapproaching footsteps. No! She didn’t want her peaceful solitude broken. She decided not to look up, hoping that the footsteps would pass her by and disappear, that she would merge with sand in camouflage and go unnoticed. She plunged into her book with renewed determination, her ear still cocked to the intrusive crunch.

Then the sound stopped. It hadn’t gradually faded away. She ventured a peek and there, not even a meter a way, were two sandal-clad male feet, pointing in her direction. Through the weathered leather straps she could see they were athletic feet, the claw-like tendons ridging the arches. Her gaze slowly traveled up, past the slender ankles, past the hairy muscular calves, to the hem of khaki shorts just above the kneecaps, to the belted waist, then past the expanse of a roundish stomach, a chest covered in graying fur, to a square grizzled chin, full well-defined lips, up over the ridge of a slightly hooked nose till her gaze rested on two dark eyes shaded by the brim of a straw Panama hat.


“Hello.”

“Hello!”

“I was walking down this beach and saw you alone here. I thought maybe we could keep each other company for a bit.”

Damn him for spoiling my solitude! Now how do I get rid of him? Contracting her abdominal muscles for support, still supine, she reached behind her to tie the loosened strings of her bikini top around her back again and then the other strings around her neck, catching a few wisps of hair in the knot and then angrily yanking them out. She looked up and saw he had been watching the proceedings with a hint of a smile. Placing the palms of her hands by her shoulders, she pushed herself back on to her knees. He took this as an invitation and plopped himself down on the sand next to her towel, his legs bent, ankles crossed and forearms resting on his knees, one hand clasping the wrist of the other. His smile broadened. “How did you know I spoke English?” she asked him a little irritated.

“I didn’t,” was his quick reply. “Just took a chance.” And his eyes sparkled.

“Hmmm.” She wished she could up with some quick-witted reply, but she just couldn’t. It seemed out of place for her to tell this man to get lost and leave her alone. He seemed a little lost anyway, but at ease with it. Although he wasn’t what you would exactly call handsome, he had an relaxed calm about him and a keenness in the eyes. His legs and chest were tanned as if he spent most of his time walking in the sun and his round gut showed he rather enjoyed his food and beer. But his hands were what drew her gaze: large, wide palms, veined backs, strong giving hands. And calm, sure of themselves.

“Sorry to interrupt your reading,” he said. “Would you like me to let you get back to it?” So! He was giving her a way out! What could be simpler than for her to say, ‘Yes, thank you. I’d rather be alone now’? But, on the other hand, it had actually been days since she really spoke to anyone, except for the waiters at the little seaside tavernas she dined at. And he seemed harmless enough.

“No, that’s OK,” she said a little recklessly and she brought her knees round. She searched for something to mark her place in her book, fished a papery sliver of seaweed out of the sand and stuck it in the pages, then tossing the book over towards her beach bag. He reached over and picked it up.

“Oh! Angela Carter! Fireworks! What do you think of it?"
He knows Angela Carter! can’t be all that bad, she thought. Plus he asks me what I think without trying to show off too much. “I think it’s wonderful!” 
“Yes, it certainly is.”

“I love her imagery. There are some pretty straightforward stories in this collection but also a couple fantasy tales! You  know, the stuff she is better known for.” Now she was the one showing off.

“Which is your favorite story?” he asked as he skipped a flat stone over the water’s surface.

“Is this a test?” she asked with a chuckle.

“No test, just wondering!” he asked but with no smile this time.

“Just wondering what?” she suddenly became serious herself.

“Just wondering if it was the same as mine.”

“Well, if I tell you, then maybe you’ll just say that was your favorite too.”

A hint of a smile this time. “Alright then. I’ll go over there and write the title in the sand, where you can’t see it and then you tell me. Then you can get up and see if it’s the same. How’s that?”
“Sounds like a plan.” She watched him rise to his feet and scan the beach for a spot where the sand was fine and wet. He lithely bent over and picked up a stick. She looked out at the waves as he scrawled in the sand and then heard his approaching footsteps. He had sat down again next to her, a little closer this time, before she looked over her shoulder at him. Bemused, he raised his eyebrows into question marks.
“ ‘The Mirror’.” It was her turn to smile at him questioningly. He just teasingly shrugged his shoulders. She rose to her feet now. But instead of going over to look at what he had written in the sand, she walked in the other direction, towards the water, waded in to her knees, feeling his eyes boring into her back, and then in an expert dive, again showing off for him, plunged into the water. She athletically swam out, expecting him to follow, expecting to hear the splash of his strokes coming up behind her, but he wasn’t there. When she finally lifted her head out of the water and looked back at the beach, treading water, she saw he still sat in the same place, next to her towel, his face turned towards her, watching her. She felt silly now and started the freestroke back. As she emerged from the water, her dark hair slicked back, her eyelashes triangled together, the seawater making her reddish brown skin glisten, again she felt his eyes piercing her. She walked back to her towel, forcing herself not to glance over at his writing in the sand and flopped down on her towel, a little out of breath.

They both ignored their little challenge and started chatting about the island, its beauties, the history. The conversation flowed, wandering from topic to topic at an easy pace. How long it had been since she had an interesting conversation with an intelligent and articulate man! And with a stranger at that. But it wasn’t just the conversation. The way he sat, comfortable in his body, looking at her from time to time, intensely, as if he could see right through her, but not for too long and always with that enigmatic smile. She could see him taking in her every move: the way she hugged her knees and rested her head on them, the way she gestured when she spoke, the way she shifted to stretch out on her side facing him and flicked back her drying hair and then clipped it back in a twist. Even the pauses in their exchange were pleasant. Neither feeling they had to say something, they sat just looking out at the sea, letting the sand sift through their fingers, leaving the coarser pebbles in their hands and then tossing them into the water. The two of them were comfortable in their mutual silence.

After a while her hand went to her shoulder. The seawater had evaporated from her skin and she could feel it burning. She leant over and dug in her beach bag for the sunscreen. Sitting cross-legged, she squeezed a dollop into her palm and started to rub it into her shoulders. “Here, let me help you with that,” he offered.

“No, no! It’s quite alright,” she spurted almost too quickly.

“You can’t reach your back and it’s starting to burn,” he said firmly and took the bottle of lotion out of her hand. Avoiding his eyes, she lay face down on the towel, reached for her book and started to read, feigning total composure. She felt him kneel next to her, felt him pluck at the bow of her bikini top in the middle of her back andthe bow she had decorously tied before andand she reached behind her neck to untie the other bow before returning to her book. She heard the farting squirt of the lotion as he squeezed some into his hand and felt the firm pressure of his wide palms on the middle of her back. He started to slowly move them in an outward circular motion, gradually working the lotion into her hot skin, the traces of sand on his hands making the massage pleasingly abrasive. His hands were firm and strong as she knew they would be. His touch electric. He rubbed and rubbed, pressing his fingers into the muscles of her back, working out the kink under her right shoulder blade, slowly steadily moved his fingers up either side of the nape of her neck, forcing her to bow her head down and she slowly starting losing all sense of time and place!

She jerked herself back to reality and fantasy by immersing herself in her book anew. And then she started in amazement when she read the lines before her andlines she had seen before but now seemed to take on new meaning. The words came out of her mouth and she had no power over them.

“ ‘The mirror distilled the essence of all the encounters of strangers whose perceptions of one another existed only in the medium of the chance embrace, the accidental. During the durationless time we spent making love, we were not ourselves, whoever that might have been,!’”

“ ‘!but in some sense, the ghosts of ourselves’,” he completed. She caught her breath. He applied more and more lotion, rolling her arms, pressing his thumbs into the nape of her neck, just under the twist of dark brown hair clipped to the back of her head. 

“ ‘But the selves we were not,’ she continued, “ ‘the selves of our own habitual perceptions of ourselves, had a far more insubstantial substance than the reflections we were. The magic mirror presented me with a hitherto unconsidered notion of !’” 

“ ‘!myself as I,’” he murmured.

He stopped massaging for a moment. And knelt there next to her legs. They both looked out at the sea. A strange calm now. No crashing waves. A smooth glass-like surface. Their mirror. 

She folded her hands on her open book and laid her head down on it. He took up his task once more, slowly, skillfully, knowingly. His attentiveness, her abandon. It had been so long since a man had touched her, especially like this, not asking for anything, only wanting to give and knowing what she wanted, not having to ask. 

He scooted down a bit and positioned himself next to her calves. He started to work her feet, bringing first one and then the other level to his chest by bending each leg at the knee. After gingerly picking off the papery strips of silver-brown seaweed from each foot, he proceeded to massage each sole with his thumbs and then even each toe. He made his way to her ankles and rubbed the deep indentations next to her Achilles tendon. His hands slid steadily up her muscular calves and he rolled and relaxed them in his fingers.

He was lavishing her legs with adoration, she knew, and she responded by bending her knees slightly and lifting her calves with her toes pointed. Then, without realizing when or how, she felt him straddling her calves, now clad only in his swimming trunks, his bermuda shorts having mysteriously disappeared.

And she almost involuntarily arched her back and tilted her pelvis back as his hands glided up the backs of her thighs, only just brushing the soft insides, now totally abandoning herself to his hold on her. She could feel the sun beating down on her body, but she knew the warmth between her thighs was not solely due to the sun. His thumbs started to explore the creases at the top of her thighs, where her buttocks started to round out, gliding back and forth on either side as he now straddled the back of her thighs, using his knees as leverage so as not to let all his weight on her. Her back arched even more and she was startled to hear herself practically purr with pleasure.

In a brash move, but brash to her no longer, he hooked his thumbs into the bottom of her black bikini and pulled it up, gathering it into the juncture of her buttocks. His fingers now splayed he held both buttocks firmly in his hands and squeezed hard and then went on to massage and roll the muscles of her round ass. Her hips started to involuntarily rotate in his grasp. She wanted his touch now, had to have it, needed it. Like the sand needed the waves to lap on them. 

When finally he let his fingers slip in between her thighs, grazing her outer  lips it was as if a jolt of electricity had shot through her. Touch me more, harder, slip your fingers into me, she prayed silently. She felt him lean forward, felt his bare chest against her back and his hardness nestled between her buttocks over the bunched up bikini. “Is this yourself, or the reflection of yourself?” he rasped into her ear simultaneously giving the crescent a lingering lick. “And which self do you like more?” She lifted her head slightly, bringing her ear closer to his mouth, and freeing her folded hands, reached down to her hips and pulled at the bows on either side of her bikini bottom, releasing it with a bounce. She heard the sharp intake of his breath and felt him sit up again and pull down the scrap of material, fully exposing her ass to him. For hours it seemed that he massaged and rolled her cheeks in his hands, strong and firm, but it could only have been a few minutes. Occasionally he leaned forward and she could feel his hardness, still clad in his trunks, nestled in the crack of her cheeks. Up and down his hands roamed. Trailing his fingers lightly along the sides of her torso, giving her goosebumps despite the intense heat, he let them wander to the sides of her breasts, mashed against the towel. She lifted her chest slightly letting him slip his hands under them and twitched involuntarily as he tweaked her hard, erect nipples, tugging on the internal wire connecting her nipples with her groin and she felt herself swell even more. Oh, let this never end! I like this self! I need this self! Let the sea see, let it reflect us, drink us up, nothing else matters! 

As if he had been reading her mind, he lifted himself off her and she knew he was pulling his trunks off in one swoop. Again he straddled her, positioning himself at the top of her thighs and she felt the tip of his swollen cock touch her slick swollen lips. Up and down her slit she felt him explore her fleshy folds with the tip of his tumescence and then distribute some of her juices along the junction of her buttocks, which he pushed together with his hands and rubbed himself up and down it. Their breathing now rapid, the sighs coming faster on her part, low groans of pleasure on his, she ached to feel him inside her, fill her, just as she knew he ached to plunge into her. But he was prolonging it, making her voice her desire.

“Oh!!.. Take me now, take me!” she finally moaned. And in a split second grabbing onto her hips, he thrust himself deep and hard inside her. “Ah!” How sweet! How electric! How perfect! How full and filled! He stayed there. Not moving, both of them just feeling, savoring, relishing their union. Her pussy muscles clenched him and she knew how warm and close and enveloped his cock was feeling. Slowly he pulled back, and she could feel every millimeter of his glorious muscle sliding out of her depths, until only the tip was buried in her opening. “More!” she squealed and with a growl he grabbed her hips, she arched her back and he thrust into her again, harder, deeper, stronger, surer. She pushed herself up on to her knees, bringing him to his knees, and like a cat stretching luxuriantly, offered herself to him. In and in and in he went now, again and again and again. And as the hot sun beat down on them, he beat into her, their rhythm building, the slap of their bodies on the sand playing counterpoint to the slap on the waves on the shore. 

Suddenly he stopped, pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. “I want to see your face,” he rasped as he knelt over her, his slick thick cock waving in the air. “I want to see the desire wash over it, I want to see the ecstasy in your eyes as I take you, I want to see those red lips open and gasp for air. I want our mirror to reflect us as we are now.” And she opened her thighs in reply and he fell upon her like a seagull swooping to pluck a fish out of the water, conquering her anew. She grabbed at the back of his neck and pulled him down to her, their mouths finally coming together and his kiss was like nothing she ever known. He filled her mouth with his swirling dancing tongue just the way he swilled her pussy with his cock. She squeezed him tighter and grabbed at his back, scraping her nails along it, but he pushed himself up to support himself on his hands and watch her face as her head began to toss back and forth. She could feel him rub the pubic bone against her clitoris as he hilted himself in her, sending waves of pleasure through her rippling body. They were fluid, they were water and they were riding the most wondrous wave together. Their bodies tightened together as if on cue, the soles of her feet pressed against his ridged arches, their shins slanting together, the tops of their tense thighs in frantic friction and their united groins intense suns growing brighter and brighter. Now! They both screamed in their minds and her high-pitched squeal echoed the cawing gulls circling overhead and his low moan the shifting pebbles on the shore as the waves broke on it, oblivious though they were to these sounds now. She felt the spasms of his cock within her, spurting his warm semen into the depths of her being and her body convulsed in wave after orgasmic wave. Their bodies bucked and shook in a soaring climax that seemed to last forever, for an infinity. 




Fireworks on the Beach



But it wasn’t infinity.  And as the spasms slowly subsided, he collapsed on top of her, finally letting all his weight bear down on her, deepening the indentation of their bodies in the sand. They lay there, gasping for air, their hearts pounding together, their hands clutching at each other. Then, a look, a smile, a finger tracing lips, a roll onto their sides, legs still intertwined!. Until they gradually became aware of their surroundings once more: the crash of the waves, the gulls, the sweltering sun, their burning skin!

Her head propped up on her hand, she cocked her chin at him. “How about a dip?” And as he started to rise to his feet, she scrambled to hers as well. She slipped her hand into his and instead of going straight to the water, she pulled him over to his scrawls that still lay in the sand, yet unwashed away by the waves that could not reach them. She looked down at the sand and saw the markings, the little drying mounds along the indentations the stick had made: “We are the story”, it said. She stared the sand for the longest time, then to his face looking down at her, then to the sand again. “Ha!” she laughed and beamed up at him. She grabbed him by the hand and they dashed to the edge, splashed knee-deep into the blue-green frothy swell and dove in gleeful unison over the floating seaweed.



Fireworks on the Fourth



It was the fourth of July when it all happened. I had gone to the beach with my best friend to watch the fireworks and had somehow gotten separated from her. There were easily fifteen hundred people down there and she was with her current boy toy so I knew that the chances were against me in finding her...she was probably off making out with him somewhere. So, I made my way to the perfect spot up on a hill near the beach that I knew would be deserted. I spread out the blanket I had been carrying and settled in to wait for the show to start. 

The first firework had just lit up the sky when I heard him...

"Don't turn around," he whispers, his fingers grazing my neck as he pulls my hair off my shoulder. I feel his hot breath just before I feel his lips on my neck. I was instantly turned on when I felt his stubble scrape against my exposed neck. 

As he was kissing my neck, he reached around and pulled up my shirt and my bra exposing my breasts. He grabbed my nipple and not so gently pulled on them. I leaned back against him enjoying the treatment. 

"I want you to get on all fours but do not turn around," he whispered in my ear just before nibbling gently on the ear lobe. 

When he stopped, I moved to get on all fours facing away from him. I felt him behind me pushing my skirt up around my waist. He pulled my thong to the side and I felt his rough fingers touch my clit just as a burst of fireworks lit up the sky. He was gently rolling my clit between his fingers causing fireworks within me. Just when he had me close to cumming he stopped and shoved two fingers into my pussy. He began reaming me with his fingers roughly but it felt so good...In and out his fingers fucked my wet pussy. 

"I want to taste your cock... I will keep my eyes closed... Please?" I say to him. 

"You better keep them closed.." he says as he moves around in front of me.

I closed my eyes and wait for him to bring his cock to my lips. I feel the head of his cock touch my lips and I open my mouth to take him in. I begin to suck on him, his cock stretching my mouth. He tastes of pussy and that simply turns me on more knowing that he had been doing someone else just a little while earlier. I find my self wondering if he knew her...

He grabs my head and begins to fuck my mouth roughly. I suck him and try not to gag as he rams his cock in and out of my mouth. He lets go of my head and lets me take control. I begin pull back and slowly take him into my mouth. Up and down his cock I run my tongue. As I am sucking him I moan letting him feel the vibrations on his hard cock. I reach up and play with his balls as I am sucking him. He grabs a hold of my hair and rams my mouth a few more times before pulling away. 

"You can open your eyes and watch the fireworks now..." he says as I hear him move around me again. I feel him grab my panties and he roughly pulls them down around my thighs. He puts his cock up against my wet lips and begins to tease me. He taps his cock lightly against my clit cause my body to twitch in delight. Pushing his cock between my lips, he teases me, lightly putting his cock between my lips and then pulling away...

"What is it you want slut?" he asks.

"I want you to fuck my pussy."

"Beg!"

"Please, fuck my pussy. I need you in me. I want your big cock to stretch me out please."

In response, I feel him push himself inside me, his cock stretching me wide. His hands on my hips, he fucks me hard and fast. As he is fucking me he begins to slap my ass cheeks. First one, then the other. He reaches beneath me and slaps my clit roughly as he is fucking me. This puts me over the edge, and as a bright purple firework lights up the sky my pussy explodes. He continues fucking me, his cock moving more easily with each stroke. 

He puts his hand on my back and pushes me down so I am laying with my chest flat on the ground and my ass facing upwards towards him. He continues fucking me in this position, sliding his cock in and out. He pulls out and runs his finger along my pussy getting it wet. He puts his finger against my tight asshole using my juices to lubricate it, and slides it inside my ass. He puts his cock back in my pussy and is fucking my ass with his finger as his cock reams my pussy. 

He pulls both out and I feel him pulling my ass cheeks apart. He puts his cock against my ass and gently pushes forward. 

"Beg for it, I want you to tell me you want it in your ass."

"Please, push your cock into my tight asshole. I want you in my hole. I want you to fuck all my holes. Please fuck my ass..."

"That's it, you beg for it like the slut you are. I am taking all your holes, and you enjoy being used don't you?" He says as he pushes more into me. 

"Yes, I love you filling my holes. I love to be used like a little whore. Please... Make me full!"

He is slowly pushing himself into me, an inch at a time, letting me stretch to fit him. After what seems like an eternity his entire cock is inside me, stretching me wide. He slowly pulls back and pushes back in. He does this a few times letting my ass get used to him inside.

"Please ram that cock in me. Fuck me like a whore.. Please quit teasing and give it to me.."

Upon my request, he begins to thoroughly fuck me. He spanks my ass as he rams his cock inside me. Before long I feel his cock expanding as he gets closer to cumming. 

He pulls out and rams his cock in my pussy once more just in time to shoot his cum inside me. Spurt after spurt he fills me with his cum, as the firework show draws to a close. The grand finale lighting up the sky as I am having my own grand finale.

He pulls out and reaches down and pulls my panties back up over my ass. 

I hear him stand and pull his clothes back on. Walking around me, he leans down and whispers in my ear, 

"You are a hot little thing, thank you for the fuck... perhaps we will meet again sometime."

He kisses me on the forehead and then he is gone. 

I take a moment to take in what just happened. Fucked in all three holes by a man whose face I never saw, and a voice I didn't recognize. 

I stand up and fix my clothes and gather my things. I make my way to the bottom of the hill and find myself wondering about every man that I pass.. Was it him?



Fireworks Time



Family reunions can be fun. I mean what's not to like about a family reunion? You get to see people that you may not see otherwise for years at a time, and you get to reconnect with family from all over the country. That is of course, unless you are not really part of the family. No, I haven't been excommunicated from my family; quite the contrary, I am part of a kind of second family. My kids are extremely close to another family's kids, and their mom is my wife's best friend. They are at our house almost as much as their own, and I regularly run errands and do favors for their mom. The standing joke is that their mom is my second wife, without certain benefits, unfortunately. Our two families are so close that we are considered part of their extended family, and as such we are invited to their family reunion every year. 

It is fun, the gold standard for family reunions. They do a two day reunion every year around Independence Day that usually includes a float trip, bar-b-que, and fireworks display. I have gotten to know much of the extended family and made friends with quite a few. I have watched many of the kids grow up over the years and some of the young ladies blossom into very good looking young women. 

One of the young ladies that seemed to enjoy hanging close to me over the years was, Beth, who this year showed up at the swimming hole wearing a very tiny bikini! I couldn't help but notice that she had dropped at least 30 pounds off her 28 year old body, and definitely couldn't help but notice that what passed for her bikini top barely contained her 38 D chest. I was just glad I was standing in waist deep water so my wife couldn't see the suddenly growing bulge in my trunks.

I've known Beth since she was maybe ten or so? I watched her go through her high school dating years, get married, her marriage turn rocky and finally end in divorce a couple years back. Now a single mom, she has her hands full, and I am pleased that she has managed to keep a positive outlook on life through all the trouble. Last year though she seemed quite down in the dumps and for reasons I never quite understood, she latched on to me like she had in her younger years and spent much of the two days as close to me as she could manage. We sat for hours before the fireworks display and she talked freely about all her troubles, including losing her recently acquired boyfriend. She seemed happy to just get it all off her ample chest, and I guess I was safe, being close enough to be family but not quite family. 

But this year she seemed to be in much higher spirits, and skimpier clothing as she tossed her wrap and towel onto a lawn chair and stepped into the warm lake water.

"Well, Hello Mike!" She said cheerfully as she waded deeper into the lake toward me.

"Beth! Good to see you! I didn't know you had gotten here."

"Just rolled in a little bit ago. Had to get the kids all settled into the bunkhouse and then change. As hot as it is out today I thought a swim was a good place to start!" She said as she dipped herself under the water and then back up again, water cascading off her body and suit as she leaned her head back and squeezed the water out of her long brown hair. The material slowly absorbed the water running down her large chest and what started out as an opaque white bikini was growing somewhat less opaque by the moment. Her face broke into a small smile as she watched where my eyes were glued; knowing full well what affect the water was having on the material. Within a minute the suit had absorbed enough to allow me to see the darkness of her areola and the hardness of her nipples hiding behind the tiny triangles of fabric. Not that the top came anywhere close to covering the bulk of her creamy breasts to start with. "I take it you like my new suit?" She asked almost coyly.

"Uh I guess you could say that. It certainly does look good on you, what there is of it, that is." I said a bit nervously, glad that we were standing out of earshot of anyone else at the moment.

She looked over her shoulder to confirm that no one could really see anything but her back, and then looked straight at my eyes. Her hands slid up her stomach to the round bottoms of her breasts, and cupped them gently. "I'm glad you like it. I got it new just for you." She practically whispered as she gently stroked the curves under the white material. "I know you want to see more though, don't you?" She asked a little quiver of nervousness in her voice.

"Well, I have to say that I'm already seeing a whole lot more than I would have ever thought." I answered, watching her fingers slowly stroke back and forth along the bottoms of her creamy white breasts.

"So you like what you see?" She asked again, the tremble in her voice now showing in her fingers as they slowly moved up the curve of her breasts until they were teasing the bottom edge of the white material.

"Very much!" Was all I could say as I watched her fingers work slowly back and forth as well as upward, slowly pushing the white material up her breasts, exposing more and more of them by the second. My dick was also responding to her actions, growing harder by the second inside my suit, and more than likely quite visible to her just below the water's surface.

"Then you should really enjoy this." She whispered a bit more boldly as her fingers pushed the material up and over her nipples, not stopping until the triangles of material were well up her breasts, each of them now fully exposed to my stare. They were easily D cup, with only a little bit of sag, each one topped with a slightly oval shaped areola and a round hard nipple as big around at the tip of my finger, but slightly shorter. I watched as she gently stroked each nipple with her fingers first once, and then a second time, before taking hold of the material of her top and pulling it down as she let herself sink into the water. She moved a step closer to me under the water as she fixed her top, only her head above the surface of the lake. Her hands reached for my legs as they let go of her now straightened top, and slid up my thighs until she reached the legs of my swim trunks. My heart pounded, and I stood frozen as her hands snuck up the legs of my suit, worming into the mesh pouch to enclose my hard cock in her hands.

"Oh damn!" I breathed quietly as she stroked my cock inside my suit. "But we really need to stop this before someone sees." I told her nervously. 

"If you insist!" She answered with a smile as she withdrew her hands from the legs of my suit. "I'm sure we will get to see each other a bit more later!" she said with a wink. She stood back up, turned and bent over to swim toward shore. She pushed her butt out as she bent at the waist and pressed her round rear against my raging hard on, making me wish I could just grab her hips and pull her down my shaft.

"Oh God." I breathed as she pushed away and swam toward shore. She climbed out of the water and covered herself with the wrap she had brought down. "Good thing too, with all the kids around." I thought to myself as I sunk into the water and pushed myself toward the swim platform anchored in deeper water. I hauled myself up the ladder and flopped onto platform, water streaming off my body into a growing puddle. My mind was filled with thoughts running in as many directions as the tendrils of water I was laying in as I fell asleep in the warm sunshine.

I could feel her wetness as my fingers softly and gently stroked between her wet lips. I could almost feel her touch and lips pressing against mine as I stroked her closer to climax, the scent of her arousal strong in my nostrils. My cock throbbed and jumped as it desired to replace my fingers with itself, filling her sexy pussy with its fullness. I could hear her quiet moans as my fingers teased her lips and clit closer to climax. I could feel the gentle rock of the platform below me as my mind began to slowly process more than just its dream world. The quiet moan in my ears and the smell of arousal were no fantasy. Neither was the soft wetness my fingers were buried in. I could feel her weight lying on my arm as the sun warmed my body, her weight changing on my arm as her hips gently bucked in minuscule movements. I looked over to see Beth laying on the platform, face down, her head laying on her arms, pointed toward me, her eyes closed and her tongue gently licking her lips. 

I looked down to see my arm disappearing under her, my hand apparently in the front of her tiny white bikini and my fingers curled up between her lips. 

"Oh yes!" she whispered softly as her body stiffened and shuddered, her juices flooding over my fingers as her climax washed over her trim body. I wasn't exactly sure how she had managed to get my fingers in her pants without me waking up or it being seen, but she had. I guess I couldn't blame her, but now I was damn horny for her and really wanted to just roll her over and fuck her silly. Not that that could happen out here. Not with everyone watching.

"Thank you. And I know exactly what you are thinking. I wish I could just climb on top of you and ride you until you explode deep inside me." She whispered as she lifted herself up in her elbows so her tits were just barely touching the decking.

I gently pulled my wet fingers from her pussy and bikini bottoms, resisting the temptation to sniff her juices. She looked at me longingly, and then stood up, pulling on her panties as she stepped across me on her way toward the ladder. Her bottoms were pulled enough to the side to provide me a look right up at her spread wet lips, which I am sure was her intention.

I groaned quietly to myself as she knelt down by the ladder, bending over to splash some water on herself. Her actions pushed her bare pussy out at me spreading her even farther. I so wanted to just roll over and drive into her. If her intent was to tease me into wanting her, she had long since succeeded. 

"Hope you enjoyed the view!" She said quietly as she turned around and lowered herself down the ladder and into the water. "Maybe later you can have a bit more of it."

"I hope!" I whispered back as her head disappeared below the deck level. I lost sight of her as she swam around the platform, but was able to watch her almost naked body swim all the way to shore, where she walked out, picked up a towel and wrapped it around her body, covering her exposing swim suit. It took several long minutes for me to compose myself enough to get into the water and head for shore myself. Dinner would be soon and I thought maybe it was a good time to go change into regular clothes, and hopefully keep my now almost perpetual hard on hidden a bit better.

Dinner was your typical bar-b-que fare, hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwurst, etc. After dinner games continued with some volleyball, washer toss and the like. Of course the perpetual conversations continued as the evening grew closer to night. One of the highlights each year was the fireworks. All the families chipped in and the boys bought a bunch of fireworks to set off. This year was a bit more than seven hundred dollars in fireworks, not counting all the buy-one-get-one-free stuff. As usual it was shaping up to be a long and impressive display.

As darkness descended on the group, the boys set up the fireworks on the far side of the lake and multitude of family gathered on the near side. I sat in my usual spot, down near the lake with my wife and her best friend. It wasn't long before Beth tapped my shoulder and then walked away, obviously wanting me to follow her into the darkness.

I waited a few moments and then made some excuse about deciding to make a trip to the bathroom real quick. It didn't take me long to find where Beth had headed off to, up behind the main group, shielded from almost everyone by some low bushes. 

"About time. I'm still waiting for you to fuck me!" She whispered as she pulled her very short skirt up and showed me her shaved mound. She turned around and bent over, resting her hands on her knees, pushing her ass out at me in open invitation.

Probably wasn't the best idea or place, but I was too turned on to even think about turning this one down. I took one more nervous look around and then back to her bare ass. She looked back at me invitingly while I undid my shorts and let them fall around my ankles, leaving my raging hard on half sticking out of my skimpy bikini underwear. I pushed the front of my briefs down, freeing my hard cock and shuffled myself the few inches it took to be able to rub the head of my cock up and down her wet slit. I took my time, enjoying the silky feel of her wet lips caressing my mushroom head before letting it engage into her hot tunnel. I allowed some of my weight to press against her, slowly pushing my head into her hot wetness. I sunk only a couple inches into her before the dryness of my shaft had grabbed her lips and slowed my progress. I pulled myself out slowly, leaving only my head in her tight confines before pressing in again. Each slow stroke drove me deeper and deeper into her until my head was pressing against the end of her tight tunnel and my hips were pressed to her bare ass. 

"Oh God!" She moaned quietly, her voice mostly drowned out by the booms of the fireworks. Her tight pussy gripped my shaft as I plunged in and out of her wet tunnel, the tightness caressing my head and teasing the sensitive spot under my head as she rocked her hips in time with my strokes. My hands squeezed her ass as I used it for a handle, pulling her back into me as my strokes became more and more powerful. 

"Oh shit!" I groaned louder than I would have preferred as I felt her body convulsing, her already tight tunnel spasming around my cock. The sensations pushed me over the brink and my cock began spurting shot after shot of hot cum into her waiting pussy. Each shot drove my cock hard into her as my body jerked uncontrollably. I saw fireworks mixed with stars in my vision as my body surrendered to the incredible sensations it was feeling. I lost track of time while my body slowly regained control, and awareness of my surroundings. I found myself, standing, panting and sweating, my cock still stuffed into Beth's hot pussy, my chest pressed to her back and my arms around her, gently caressing and playing with her hard nipples while she held her shirt up above her now exposed breasts. 

"I think it might be good to straighten ourselves." I whispered as I gave her nipples one final tweak and then stepped back to pull my slowly shrinking dick from her pussy. 

"I suppose." She said as she dropped her shirt and smoothed her skirt, turning to kneel down in front of me and grab my shorts. She pulled them part way up my legs and reached with her hand to grasp my cock, quickly leaning forward and sucking it into her mouth. She licked and sucked it for several minutes, releasing it after it had been adequately cleaned, and then went back to pulling my shorts up. I fastened them as she stood up, looking up into my face, hers illuminated by the fireworks bursting overhead. "Thank you!" She whispered, before lifting herself up to plant a quick kiss on my lips. With that she turned and walked away, slipping into the darkness and leaving me standing alone, wondering what I had just done.

Fortunately my wife didn't quiz me too much on where I was during the fireworks. In fact, she hadn't seemed to miss me at all, since someone else had "borrowed" my chair. I thanked my good fortune, and walked off with her to call it a night. The next morning was going to be the family float trip.

Once the lights went out and we were finally settled into one of the many beds of the bunkhouse, my wife very uncharacteristically, snuggled up.

"You know. For some reason I am really turned on, how about you?" She whispered to me while she slipped her leg over mine and brushed her nose gently against my cheek. Her bare tits pressed against my arm and I could feel her hard nipple pressing into my bicep. 

"Some." I replied as quietly, moving my arm around her shoulders and pulling her tightly to me so those tits I loved so much could press against my bare side and chest.

"I would think you were very horny. Especially after Beth wore that tiny little bikini today. "

"Oh Yeah...I almost forgot about that."

"Yeah right. You're such a horrible liar." She whispered with a giggle. "I saw her go out to the swim platform and step right across you... twice. Not only that, that suit was practically see though on top. You're not really going to tell me you didn't see her tits showing though."

"Well, there was that." I whispered back as she rubbed her leg up and down mine.

"What would you do if I stepped over you wearing one of those tiny bikinis?" She asked quietly.

"Oh gee. Probably pull you down onto me and eat that sexy pussy."

"And did you want to do that to her?"

"I don't know. I didn't really think about it."

"God you are such a liar. Your hard on right now tells me that you most certainly did think about it!"

"Well, maybe a little."

"Maybe a little huh? I bet it was a lot more than a little." She said quietly as she moved her leg. She rustled under the covers a moment and then rolled slowly over my body until she was kneeling across me, her naked tits hanging in my face. "I think you were a bad boy. What should we do with a bad boy? Hmmmm. Maybe as punishment you should lick my pussy till you make me come!"

"Oh you do, do you?" I whispered as I reached my hands up to her D size tits and cupped each one, squeezing them into cones that made her large nipples point out at me. I slowly licked each nipple in turn, teasing my tongue around and around before finally sucking each nipple into my mouth and sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could.

"Mmmmmmm that's a nice start." She whispered as she arched her back and lowered her tits toward my face a bit more.

"You like that?" I asked as went back to sucking from one nipple to the other.

"Oh I do. But I really want that that magic tongue on my clit."

"Mmmmph" Was all I could say around the nipple I was sucking on.

"Oh...You need me to move? I can fix that!" She said in a low almost growl that I hadn't heard from her in years. She pulled her tits out of my reach and grabbed the sill of the window over the bed. She walked her knees up next to my body, dragging her already sopping wet pussy lips along my stomach and chest as she worked closer to my face. I reached for her round rear and pulled her close to me, letting her knees work up the pillows until her wet lips were hovering inches from my mouth.

I reached my tongue out and gently teased the edges of her lips, just letting the tip of my tongue spread them slightly. I lifted my head a little and let my tongue press a bit farther into her, slowly dragging it up her slit until it bounced gently across her hard clit.

"Oh shit!" She breathed as her body shuddered in my hands. 

I grinned to myself and pressed my tongue back into her again, deeper this time, so my tongue pressing into the entrance to her velvety tunnel. Slowly I drew her wetness up the length of her pussy, finding her hard clit and letting my tongue flick back and forth across it. I grinned again as I heard her moan softly and her butt twitch and shudder in my hands as my tongue teased her clit time and again. Within minutes of starting my attentions, she was trying to rock her hips to grind herself harder into my face, her body craving the release that my tongue was bringing closer by the minute.

My wife and I have been together a long time, and to be honest, I couldn't remember her being this turned on or active in many years. I sucked her clit between my lips and squeezed it gently while I attacked it with my tongue, my pinky finger teasing her little rosebud.

"OH GOD!" she gasped suddenly, followed by a long loud groan as her body shook and twitched, her juices flooding over my face with much more volume and force than I could ever remember. She pressed her pussy hard to my face, grinding her lips against my chin as her body rocked and shook above me. After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled back enough that I could breathe again. 




Fireworks Time



I let go of her clit and gasped for breath beneath her as she panted for breath herself.

"Damn!" She said quietly as she began moving her knees down my body again, slowly working her pussy down my body. "Where did that come from?"

"You tell me!" I answered, still trying to catch my breath.

"I wish I knew!" She said as she lowered herself from the window sill and lowered her tits down to my chest. I felt her hand slip around behind her and grasp my rock hard cock, pulling it the rest of the way from the underwear that wasn't really containing it any longer. She rubbed its leaking head slowly and tantalizingly up and down her slit, my balls still trapped inside my bikini underwear. Without another word, she pressed herself back down more, driving my cock slowly into her still sensitive pussy. "Oh lord... Geez!" She breathed heavily. 

"Oh Yes!" I groaned as I began bucking my hips up and down, driving my cock in and out of her wet pussy. "Ride me! God yes like that!" I encouraged as she began to rock her hips up and down in time with my thrusts. The bed squeaked quietly as we rocked in time, my impending climax slowly approaching.

"That's it honey. Cum in me! I want to feel you cum!"

I wasn't at all used to hearing her say even this much, and it had the effect she apparently wanted. With a long groan, my body bucked up, driving my dick into her until I lifted her off the bed, my cum spurting deep into her. Time and again my hips lifted her and my cock filled her, until I lay panting, my slowly shrinking cock slipping from her and releasing our flood of juices. "Damn!" I panted.

"I'll say!" She answered equally breathless as she rolled off of my body and lay next to me, a leg over mine and her head resting on my chest. We fell asleep that way, both of us more satisfied that I could remember in years.

The next morning we over slept, and had to scramble to get dressed and ready to go on the float trip. Overslept was a relative term, since it was only seven in the morning, and the two of us had been up a tad later than we usually were. As she climbed out of bed completely naked I was disappointed that we didn't have time for a replay of the previous night. I was even more disappointed as I watched her tits swinging around while she bent over to pull her swim suit up her legs. She looked over at me and it only took me a second to see what had attracted her attention, since I was having some difficulty tucking my already hard dick into my suit as I pulled it up. 

"Well, we know what you have on your mind this morning!" She said with an almost girlish giggle.

"Yeah. More of last night!" I said as I stepped around the bed to where she was standing and wrapped my arms around her, cupping her as yet uncovered breasts in my hands.

"Yeah...I know you. You're just thinking of Beth's tits showing through that bikini yesterday!"

"That's not fair!" I said as I kissed her neck, and stroked her nipples.

She pulled my hands away and went about pulling her swim suit up over her breasts. "I suppose if last night is what I get for letting you look at her tits...I might just have to let you look a little bit more."

"Yeah... Like you're going to do that!" I said with a chuckle. "Besides... I like these right here!" I said cupping her now swim suit covered tits with my hands again.

"I know you like 'em. As long as they're the only ones you touch you bad boy!" She teased, putting her hands over mine and pulling them tight to her tits.

I wasn't at all sure that I had seen her act this way before at all. In fact, last time she caught me even looking at another woman's tits that were accidently exposed, she got quite pissed off at me. I was at a loss to understand exactly what was going on with her.

"We better go before we get left behind!" she said, reaching her hand down between us and squeezing my hard cock through my swim suit. "And make sure this stays good and hard for me later!"

"I'll see what I can do!"

"Oh. With all the bikini's going on this float trip, I'm sure your dirty little mind will find some way to stay entertained."

"I'm sure it will." I said with a chuckle as she pulled away and walked to the bedroom door. Once outside the bedroom the bunkhouse seemed to be a bedlam of activity. With so many people getting ready to go, eating breakfast, changing into swim suits, standing in line for the bathroom...which was exactly where I was headed.

It took almost ten minutes to finally get my turn at the bathroom, and I began to wonder if it wouldn't have just been easier to go pee on a tree outside. Finally I got my turn, and headed into the bathroom, throwing the latch on the door leading to the main room. As I pulled down my suit and sat down on the toilet I idly wondered who was lucky enough to get the bedroom that had its own door to the bathroom. I finished up my business, and was in the process of pulling my swim suit back up when that academic question got surprisingly answered. Without warning, the bathroom door to the adjacent bedroom flew open and a young woman, in her late twenties, ran into the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.

"Ohhh! God I'm Sorry!" She said in a squeaky voice. "But if I don't get to go now I'm going to pee myself, and she said that it would be ok!" The words flying from her nonstop as she dropped the towel, revealing her completely naked body only feet from me. She was somewhat shorter than I was, thin with nice curves. Her B cup tits were completely without tan lines, and her pink areola and large puffy nipples begged to be sucked. My eyes traveled down to her shaved mound as she sat down on the toilet, her legs spread enough to reveal her lips and the stream that began flowing from her. She stared at my hardening cock, now only a couple feet from her face, my suit paused around my thighs. "Ohhhh Thank you!" She sighed, the sound of her pee back dropping her comment. I stood in shock, staring at her completely naked body, wondering how I managed to end up in this somewhat awkward situation.

"Uh yeah." I mumbled, thinking that I should finish pulling my swim suit up, but not quite able to get my hands to move, or my eyes to tear away from her sexy little body.

"Oh...Honest I'm sorry!" She said looking at my hardening cock as my hands finally found managed to move again, trying to tuck my now mostly hard cock into my suit as I pulled it up. 

I tried to remember her name, but was at a loss for what it was and just who's daughter it was. Just when I thought I couldn't get more uncomfortable, her hand reached out and wrapped around my cock, now well outlined in my suit, and gave it a squeeze.

"Nice cock. Maybe I can repay the favor at some point." She said with a seductively low voice before releasing it and standing up, still naked. She turned and flushed the toilet, bending at the waist to get her towel off the floor, and pushing her bare pussy out at me at the same time. Her ass pressed against my front, nestling my hard cock between her cheeks, while she continued to bend to pick up the towel. With a small wiggle up and down, she rubbed her wet pussy against my suit front before pulling away and turning, wrapping herself in the towel at the same time. "Yeah...Definitely need to pay you back for the favor!" She said as she walked out the door, closing it softly behind her.

I stood there for half a heartbeat, trying to gather my thoughts before the bathroom door to the main room knocked, and some lady asked if I was done yet. I gathered myself up and walked to the door, hoping my hard on wouldn't be quite so noticeable. I opened the door and the lady that was next in line, stared at me for a second, and then dropped her eyes to my suit and the hard shaft not quite hidden in it.

"Thank you!" She said with a half grin, stepping by me and letting her hand brush across the front of my suit as she did. 

"You're welcome." I said under my breath as I headed for the kitchen, still needing to find some food. I did my best to try to keep my...problem, out of sight while I filled a plate with scrambled eggs, some sausage and toast. After filling a glass with milk, I made my way to the table and sat down.

"Well stud...did you enjoy the little gift I sent you?" Beth said as she slid into the seat next to me, wearing some kind of a wrap that went from her armpits to her thighs.

"You sent? I wondered who told her it would be ok to sneak around the line that way." I said as I shoveled some more eggs into my mouth and willed my finally reduced cock to stay that way.

"Yeah. I thought Tina would be a nice wake-up for you. Did you enjoy the view? I told her that you wouldn't mind as long as she was naked. You didn't mind... did you?" She asked with a crooked grin.

"Uh, no. I didn't mind." I answered her quietly as her hand slipped into my lap under the table and gave my cock a squeeze.

"I didn't think so." She said as she turned slightly toward me in her chair and leaned close to me. "I better go get dressed. Can't walk around naked all day, can I?"

"Well I suppose you could try. I mean that suit you had on yesterday was pretty close to it." I said quietly with a chuckle.

"Oh sweetie...You aint seen nothing yet. I saved the best for you for today." She whispered as she got up, her hand stroking my bare chest a she moved away.

I was still trying to get myself composed after the instant images of her taking off that swim suit from the day before, when my wife sat down across from me. "You better eat up. Looks like most everyone is starting to head to the cars."

"Yep. Just a minute." I said as I went back to scarfing down the end of my breakfast. "Is everything we need in the car or do I still need to fill the cooler?"

"Looks like there's plenty loaded already. If you don't mind, I'm going to ride out with Linda. I want to finish talking about the map stuff we started talking about last night."

"Oh...Ok. No Problem." I said as I finished up the last bite of eggs. 

"Great!" She said getting up and walking around the table to give me a quick kiss before heading toward the front door.

I took my plate to the sink and downed the last of my milk. After a last trip to the bedroom to grab our bag of swim stuff, I headed to my car, a fairly new Chevy Traverse, while everyone started dividing up between cars. I was going to have plenty of room from the look of it, since no one else was migrating toward my car. I climbed in and started up, expecting to drive out to the canoe place alone.

"Mind if I join you?" Beth asked as she opened the passenger door. "I don't have a ride yet."

"Sure. Hop in." I answered as she tossed a fat bag of stuff into floorboard. She slid into the passenger seat, wearing the wrap she had on at the breakfast table. "So, did you manage to get yourself dressed to go?" I asked her as we pulled out toward the end of the line of cars heading out.

"Well, I did run a little short of time." She said coyly. 

"Really? Just how short?"

"Ohhh This short!" She answered, her fingers pulling on the tie that held the wrap around her body. Within moments she was sitting with the wrap open and not a stitch of clothes on. "I was just so horny that I didn't have time to get dressed. I was way too busy playing with my pussy, thinking about how your hot dick feels inside me." She said as she lifted one leg and placed it on the dash in front of her, pushing her other knee as far apart as it would go. Her hand fiddled around on the side of the seat until it reclined back, leaving her in an almost laying position with her pussy spread wide. "God I want your cock in me again!" She said in a low voice, the fingers of one hand teasing her pussy while the other hand began pulling on her nipples. 

"Lord." I said to myself as her fingers pushed into her pussy with a loud squishing sound.

"You know...I want you to fuck me again so bad!" She groaned loudly as her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy. She lifted her other foot to the dash and began humping her hips up and down in the seat as I drove down the two lane highway. "Oh God!" She moaned as her hand pulled her nipples, stretching first one and then the other, her fingers furiously stroking in and out of her pussy in time with her hips. "Oh yes! Fuck me harder!" She cried as her fingers assaulted her pussy. The inside of car smelled of sex and pussy as her body trembled and bucked in orgasm. "YES!" She cried loudly as her hand pulled from her tit and reached for my lap, grabbing my hard dick and pulling it roughly through my suit. 

Her body had barely finished shaking and she was rolling onto her knees in the passenger seat, her head aimed for my lap while she struggled to push my suit low enough to get my cock out. "God I want you to fuck me so bad!" She panted as she finally got me out and began stroking me, the precum already leaking from watching her. She wrapped her lips around my head and her tongue worked around and around it, seeking the sensitive spot under it and teasing it even harder, it that were possible. Her hand and mouth slid up and down my shaft, coating it with her saliva and alternately driving my head down her throat or teasing it with her tongue. It was all I could do to maintain control on the windy two lane highway as she worked me closer and closer to climax.

"I don't know if this is a good idea!" I grunted, trying to hump my hips up toward her mouth, but held in place by my seat belt.

"Afraid you're going to wreck?" She asked from my lap.

"Maybe!" I grunted knowing that her actions had me almost to the peak.

"Well...don't!" She said, going back to work on my cock.

"OH SHIT!" I grunted, trying to keep the car centered in my lane while my dick exploded in her mouth, pumping shot after shot of hot cum deep into her throat. She gagged for a second and then went to work swallowing every drop that I produced. I'm sure whoever was following us wondered why all of a sudden I had trouble with the curves, and I was actually happy to hit a straight stretch.

"Hmmmm that tasted good!" Beth said as she licked the last of my cum and then rolled herself back into the passenger seat.

"Thank you. That was....unexpected!" I said as I tried to get my breath back. 

"I hope it was more than just unexpected. I hope it was enjoyable."

"Oh believe me, it was!" I said as I looked over at her naked body. "I hope I have a chance to do that again, only buried inside your pussy again!"

"We'll just have to see, wont we?" She said coyly.

"Well, unless you want everyone to see, you better get your suit on. We're only five or so minutes from Akers."

"Oh well in that case!" She said, sitting forward and digging a small amount of black material from her bag. She put the bottoms on, which were little more than two triangles of material and a few strings. It left large amounts of her creamy skin showing. The top was barely more, a strip of material around her body that had no straps or ties to hold it in place, and was barely wide enough to contain her nicely shaped tits. "You know the nice thing about this top?" She asked, putting her seat back up.

"No, what's that?"

"I can do this!" She said, rolling the material of the top down so that her tits were completely exposed to me. "And I can do it any time I want and you will just have to watch."

"Yeah, like that's a hardship!" I said with a smirk.

She laughed and put herself back together in only seconds. That top did have some advantages, I thought to myself as we pulled into the floater parking lot.

I fixed my swim suit as I prepared to get out of the car, not really wanting to get caught with my suit half way off. Beth blew me a kiss and then climbed out, walking away with her butt swinging sexily. "Damn" I muttered to myself as I climbed out and followed her general direction.

"Hey there!" I heard a voice behind me say. I turned while I walked and saw the young lady from this morning's bathroom exchange behind me. She was wearing a dark blue bikini top and a pair of denim cutoff shorts, a pair of sun glasses holding her long brown hair back and a pair of black water shoes. "I don't think we got introduced this morning. I'm Amy!" She said holding a hand out.

"Hi Amy. Mike!" I answered, taking her hand while I was still walking backwards. "Nice to have a name to go with the...uh... face and all."

She laughed gently. "Yeah you did look a bit surprised. Beth said you wouldn't mind. I'm glad you didn't because I was about to pee myself."

"Uh... no... didn't mind."

"I could tell." She said as she got closer while I turned so we were walking the same way. "I can tell you, I'm not usually much of an exhibitionist, but I didn't mind too much myself. Especially after watching that pole of yours get hard. I wouldn't mind too much getting to spend some time with that buried in me."

"Uh. Ok." I said in shock as we turned and headed down the path through the woods to the river edge. 

"Does that surprise you?" She asked bluntly.

"A bit. I mean you don't know me from Adam."

"Oh trust me. Beth has more than filled me in. A few of us had a nice long girl talk last night, and you were the topic of conversation more than once."

"Oh... Not good." I muttered.

"Oh don't worry. We'll all keep it under our hats. Not about to spoil a chance for that, especially after how Beth described how she spent the fireworks. Without a doubt the best she ever had, and after seeing it grow this morning, yeah....I believe her." 

I was actually glad we emerged from the winding little path out by the river, if nothing else, to put an end to the very uncomfortable conversation. Without another word to Amy, we went our separate ways, and I headed toward where my wife was standing on the shore talking with a number of ladies, some of whom I knew and some whom I recognized but couldn't put names too.

"Hey. Good of you to join us!" My wife said, giving me a hug. "I was beginning to think you got lost or something!"

"Naw...Just at the end of the caravan." I answered simply, returning the hug. "You ready to go canoeing?"

"I am!" She said with a grin. "But not with you. I volunteered you to take one of the girls. This will be Amy's first canoe trip with us and Linda thought maybe we should put her with someone experienced."

"Amy? Do I know her?" I asked, feigning confusion.

"I don't think so. She's the young lady over in the blue jean shorts. She's Sue's daughter, just moved back from California."

"Well, I can if you want, but I'd still rather canoe with you!"

"Oh you're sweet!" My wife said, wrapping an arm around me and giving me a big hug. "I know you hoped to get a chance to screw me on the river today, but trust me. I'll make it up to you tonight." She whispered. "Now don't worry...I'm going to go with Linda and we have a ton of school stuff to keep talking."

"Ok. If that's what you want." I said with obvious disappointment in my voice. I really had planned on getting my wife alone on one of the sand bars for a quickie. I always loved having sex with her outside and this was one of the few places she actually would agree to, and one that I really enjoyed. She gave me a parting kiss and then smacked my butt gently, pushing me off toward where Amy was standing.

"Well, looks like I got volunteered to go with you!" I said to Amy as I stepped closer behind her.

"Really? Wow. They said they were putting me with an expert, I had no idea it was going to be you." She said with a huge grin. "Who would have figured on that one?"

"Not me." I said quietly as I dug through the paddles and pulled out a few that looked to be the right size. I held them out, letting the paddle end hit the ground and the handle end stick in the air in front of Amy. "This looks about the right size."

"Oh thank you!" She said with a smile a she stepped over to the canoe. I spent the next few minutes, giving her instructions on how to maneuver the canoe, how to stay stable, what NOT to do and when to not do it. While we were doing this, most of the almost thirty some canoes in our group took off, leaving us as the last to pull away. It only took me about ten minutes to catch the end of the group and fall in with them.




Fireworks Time



"Damn that was fast!" Amy said from the front of my canoe. "Now I know why they put you with me. If I was steering we would be bouncing from shore to shore."

"Yeah, I've done this a few times." I said non-committal as I slid us up next to another canoe.

"Hey look at you girl!" I heard a very familiar voice say from the canoe we were just pulling up next to. Sure enough, it was Beth in the back, and another young lady in the front that looked to be a bit younger than she was. "How did you get so lucky as to have Mike in your canoe?"

"He got volunteered!" She called back.

"You are soooo lucky!" Beth called. "We're just having a hard time staying straight down the river. That's why we're falling behind."

"Well, I'm sure Mike won't mind hanging back with you." Amy said from her seat in the front. "Will you?" She asked, turning in her seat to see me. The shift in weight was not only unexpected, but unwise. As soon as she had done it she realized that it was one of those "don't do" things I had told her about. I did my best, countering her weight shift with my own and using my paddle to cause the canoe to start to roll back upright. I might have actually saved it, if she hadn't tried to correct her own mistake. As she tried to lean to correct what her body told her was an imbalance, her butt slid even farther toward the far side of the canoe, pushing the center of gravity beyond what I could correct for. As soon as the water started cascading over the gunwale, we were done. 

The canoe rolled quickly, dumping both of us into the cold river water. Amy bobbed back to the surface, sputtering and coughing. I saw the almost instant panic in her eyes as she realized she could not touch the bottom. As with any panicked swimmer, she grabbed for the closest thing she could, in this case, Beth's canoe, which was only a few feet away. 

Confident that she could manage the few short feet to Beth's canoe I got busy grabbing the canoe, paddles, boat cushions and any other floating items I could manage to reach while getting my footing under me. Fortunately the water was only chest deep where I was standing and the current was fairly slow. After grabbing my canoe and as much as I could, I started to check on Amy again. 

Amy, not being able to touch bottom, hung on their canoe for several seconds before, in her panic, Amy did what was natural. She determined it was better to be out of the fifty some degree water than in, and began trying to climb into their canoe. Neither Beth nor her partner had any clue how to prevent what was happening. Beth's sharp cry drew my attention and I looked just in time to see Beth flop into the water, her arms spread wide in her own impression of a sitting swan dive. 

I shoved my canoe toward the shore, making sure it was not going to escape, and then tossed the paddle, cushions and dry bag I had collected into the flooded canoe. I dove in and took a few quick strokes to grab the other paddle, and then head toward Beth and start gathering her canoe's load. On the way I wrapped an arm around Amy, who was now without anything to hold onto, and flailing in panic. She tried to practically climb up my body as I walked through the chest deep water to collect as much as I could before it floated downstream.

"Easy... I have you." I said quietly, trying to settle her down as she put a death grip on me. "Beth, try and grab your canoe!" I shouted as I headed for shore with my load.

I carried Amy to shore, or more accurately, walked to shore with her wrapped around me. I stepped up onto the overgrown shore, and found a small grassy spot just back from the shore a few yards to set her down in. I had been too concerned about collecting all our gear before it floated too far downstream to notice that Amy was topless, her bare tits pressing into my chest as she held on for dear life. Now out of the water, her hard nipples sliding down my chest awakened me to that fact.

"Well Jan, look at this!" Beth said as she stepped into the clearing behind me and dropped the items they had collected. "Leave them alone for a few seconds and he's already undressing her.

"I'm not doing anything!" I protested.

"Yeah... we know." Beth said with a grin. "Come on Jan, let's get dried off." She said as she dug into her dry bag and came out with a towel. She stripped off her t-shirt, revealing her skimpy suit. It only took her a few moments to pull the top off, with the bottoms following close behind. Standing completely naked in front of me, she wrung the cold water from her wet swim suit and t-shirt before starting to wring the water from her hair. 

Jan, her canoe partner, followed Beth's lead and began stripping her t-shirt and shorts off, leaving her in one of the skimpiest swim suits I had ever seen, at least on a body that spectacular. Her hips were round and nicely shaped, just broad enough to set off her long slender legs and slim waist. The only thing covering any part of her private areas was a small triangle of cloth barely wide enough to cover her lips, and none of her shaved mound. The strings holding it in place pretty much guaranteed that from behind her ass would be completely naked. Part of me wondered how she managed to support the easily DD tits with the two miniscule triangles of cloth covering her large puffy nipples, easily seen through the wet pink material. The suit was definitely not designed for swimming and she might as well have been completely naked for as much as it showed. She stood squeezing water from her shorts and shirt while my body reacted to bodies on display around me. 

Amy had yet to really let go of me, her tits still pressing against me as she stood next to me. I felt her hand wrap around my hardening cock through my suit, drawing my attention back to her. I looked down, seeing her standing, looking up at me with her dark eyes smoldering with desire.

"God what a cock!" She whispered as she continued to look up at me, her arm slowly releasing me so she could move around in front of me. Her eyes finally dropped from my face to look down at the bulk she had her hand wrapped around, her other hand moving to the string that held my suit up. It only took her a few moments to loosen it and start working my suit over my hips. I felt it slide to the ground as she lowered herself down, her mouth almost immediately wrapping around my hard cock. 

"Oh God!" I groaned as I looked up at Beth and Jan, staring at me while Amy's hot mouth began stroking up and down my shaft along with her hand. 

Beth stood watching, her hand idly squeezing one tit and nipple while Jan just stood staring, her legs together and gently stepping her weight from one foot to another to rub her pussy with her thighs. Beth followed my eyes to where I was watching Jan, her nipples growing noticeably in the tiny suit. I saw Beth move out of the corner of my eye, moving more into my vision as she moved around behind Jan. As I watched, she untied the strings of Jan's top, and pulled it away. Exposing her breasts completely to me. Her hands wrapped around each huge tit from behind, squeezing and teasing her nipples harder and larger while I watched. One hand traveled down, undoing a tiny bow on one side of Jan's bottom, letting it fall. Jan's head fell back against Beth's shoulder as her fingers slid between her legs, clearly sliding up into her wet slit.

"Ohhhhhhh" Jan moaned, stepping her legs farther apart to give her better access, and also giving me a better view.

"Would you like to see it better?" Beth asked me quietly across the few feet that separated us.

"Oh yes!" I whispered, not sure it was even loud enough for her to hear.

"Amy, lay him down. Why don't you ride that a while for him!" She said quietly but forcefully. 

"Yes, Mistress!" Amy said obediently as she pulled her hot mouth off my shaft. 

I might have fallen over completely on my own, had Amy not reached for my hands and coaxed me to lie on the ground. She quickly stepped out of her suit bottom and stood straddling me, looking at my face for a reaction as she slowly squatted down, reaching for my cock and aiming it at her obviously wet pussy.

"Ohhhh, thank you, Mistress!" Amy moaned as she settled down, my large cock spreading her as she enveloped me with her hot wetness.

"Come, slave. Why don't you squat over his face so he can enjoy your fruits?" Beth said to Jan. I had heard about women that were dominant and subservient, but would never have figured Beth to have what amounted to a harem of slaves. I watched Beth lead Jan around to my head and then turn her, holding her hands as she squatted down over my face, lowering her pussy until her wet lips were nearly touching mine. "Now eat me!" She commanded Jan, as I began gently licking her pussy.

"Yes, Mistress!" Jan moaned as my tongue dipped between Beth's wet lips and discovered her hard clit. From my position lying on the grass, I could look up and see Jan's incredible tits wiggling back and forth, framing Beth's pussy, and her tongue eagerly licking up her slit.

"Ohhh God!" I grunted into Jan's pussy as Amy rode my shaft with abandon, her little squeaks and cries of her impending orgasm filling the glade.

"Oh please, Mistress! May I cum?" She begged in a high squeaky voice.

"When he does!" Beth commanded sternly between gasps of her own building orgasm.

"Yes, Mistress!" Amy panted, her hips changing to more of a rocking motion as she rode me, driving my cock to the brink. The sensations and view above me were more than I could take, and with a long groan into Jan's pussy, my cock unleashed itself into Amy's hot tunnel. My hips bucked up, lifting her off the ground as I spewed shot after shot of hot cum into her, all the while groaning in pleasure and tasting Jan's girl cum as she orgasmed on my face.

"That's my girls!" Beth panted as her own body trembled and shook where she was standing. "Give him all you can!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Amy panted, as she pulled off my expended cock and moved to begin licking and sucking any last drops from me.

I lost track of how long I lay there, looking up at Beth's pussy, her juices trickling down her legs, my hands roaming Jan's tits and Amy's mouth licking and cleaning my softening cock.

"I think we should get back on the river, don't you girls?" Beth said quietly, both girls pulling their faces from their duties and responding with a quiet 'yes, Mistress'.

Beth squatted down near my head as the girls pulled from me and smiled. "Bet you didn't expect that, did you?"

"Not in a hundred years." 

"Well, my husband couldn't appreciate my desires to have both men and women, so he chose another path. I hope you didn't find this to be...uncomfortable?"

"No, just a bit odd." I answered honestly as she stood up and stepped around, holding a hand out for me. She helped pull me up to a standing position and wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself against my chest and her lips to mine. Her soft lips were hot against my own, her tongue tasting Jan's cum as it snuck into my mouth and teased mine. We kissed for several long seconds before she pulled her face from mine, and whispered, "Next time I get to ride!"

"With pleasure." I whispered back. "I'd really love a chance to play with those tits Jan has too."

"Ohhhhhh really?" She questioned, raising one eyebrow and moving a hand to one of her tits to heft it for me. "Is there something wrong with these?"

"Nope!" I said, leaning down and sucking the nipple of the offered breast, letting my lips nibble it gently before swirling my tongue around it.

"Ohhhh God that feels good!" She moaned softly as my hand found the other breast and gently pulled and twisted her nipple. 

I let her tit slip from my mouth and stood back up with a smile. "I think we do need to go though."

"Yeah, we better." She said, turning to find her swim suit and pull it back on.

"Um, Mistress, I have a problem. I can't find my suit top. I think it got lost in the river." Amy said with her head tipped down and her hands clasped in front of her bikini clad crotch.

"Hmmm, I should make you go without one for being so careless. For now, wear my t-shirt." Beth snapped at her as she pulled her own suit bottoms on.

I shook my head in amazement as I pulled my own suit on and then set about gathering up the remains of our gear. It took me a few minutes to get all the water out of the two canoes and everything situated. It seemed we had lost one paddle along with Amy's top, but we would hopefully find it down the river. With only three paddles I was limited, and decided to use one paddle to lash the two canoes together and use the remaining two to move and steer. I dug a length of rope from my dry bag, and quickly made a raft from the two canoes, loading all the remaining gear into them. "All set!" I said as the girls waited on the shore.

Beth moved to her spot in the rear of the right canoe, and Amy took the front of mine again. As soon as Jan had settled into the bow, wearing her shorts but not her t-shirt, we set out. I had Jan work her paddle from the front of the right hand canoe, and used mine to steer from the stern of the left one. 

"Well, this seems to be working quite well, and I get a free ride!" Beth said with a smile, sitting only a foot or so from me. 

"Yeah, but I get to do all the work!" I joked.

"Well, we just need to give you some payment then!" She said with a grin. "Amy. Turn around carefully in your seat and take your bottoms off. As long as no one else can see, I want you to show him as much of you as you can!"

"Yes, Mistress!" She said quietly. Moving slowly she turned in her seat to face me, and then undid the bottom of her suit, pulling it off and dropping it into the bottom of the canoe. She leaned back on the bow and lifted her legs to let her feet sit on each gunwale, her knees pushed far apart and her pussy spread wide. "Like this, mistress?" She asked a she lay, pulling her t-shirt up to her neck so she was as close to naked as possible.

"Very nice." Beth told her.

"Thank you, Mistress. Would you mind if I play with myself for him?" She asked huskily.

"Yes, you may." 

"Thank you, Mistress!" She replied as one of her hands slide down her body and began stroking her pussy, cream from my recent load, dripping from her as she teased herself with her slim fingers.

"Damn!" I muttered under my breath as I pushed us along as fast as I could under the circumstances. We made our way down the next to riffles without incident, Amy playing with herself the whole time, apparently close to another climax as well.

"There is our paddle!" Jan called as we slid down the river toward the next turn in its banks. Sure enough, there was a red and yellow paddle gently floating along the shoreline. I aimed us close to it and Amy was able to reach over and grab it as we slid by. As I steered us back toward the middle of the river Amy pressed the rounded handle of the paddle to her pussy and began rubbing it up and down her slit, pressing it harder and harder against her as if she were going to push it right into her. I doubted that she could get the whole handle inside her tight tunnel, but didn't have a chance to find out, as her whole body jerked and trembled as she gushed cum over the handle and her hand as her orgasm washed over her.

I was so busy watching her climax, that I missed the rock in front of us that was more than large enough to hang us up. The two tied canoes spun in a circle as the rock held to the bow of the right canoe, finally releasing after forcing us to turn backwards. I chuckled to myself at the thought of what we must look like, Jan sitting almost naked in the front of one canoe, Amy lounging and climaxing in the front of the other, and Beth sitting in the stern near me, her top pulled down to expose her tits and her hand buried between her legs as she watched Amy. All this, going down the river backwards!

"Now that we have the paddle, we should probably try to catch up. It will be lunch time by the time we do!" I said, estimating that we were now a good mile behind the group, even assuming that the group was going as slowly as it usually did. 

Amy seemed almost disappointed to have to put her bottoms back on, and turn around before I straightened us out and separated the canoes. With everyone back paddling I figured it would be a good half hour before we caught up, if we paddled pretty hard. Beth finished fixing her suit and off we went, with me giving Beth and Jan advice as we went. 

I checked my watch, and sure enough, thirty five minutes had elapsed before we arrived at the big sandbar by the cave, the point everyone had agreed would be the lunch break. 

"Well, I see you finally made it!" My wife said with come sarcasm.

"Yeah....we had an unintended swimming party. Seems some young ladies just don't follow directions!" I said with irritation clear in my voice. Last thing I needed was to have my wife wondering why I was happy to have been dumped.

"Well, I figured you could manage one rookie!"

"Oh Yeah, but it wasn't one rookie! It was three!" I said with a chuckle. "But no one seems worse for the wear, so I guess it won't matter. How was your ride with Linda?"

"Well, I much prefer having you drive. I didn't realize how hard you always worked back there!" She said with a laugh. 

"Ahhhh, just make you appreciate me all the more next time!" I said as I reached out and drew her in for a hug.

"Yeah, maybe!" She joked as she hugged me back. "Better get some food. They were pretty much waiting for you to show up before they started heading down river again."

"Ok. Thanks lover!" I said, walking with my arm around her, toward the coolers sitting in the sand a short ways away.

I made a sandwich and grabbed a cold soda, quickly scarfing the ham and cheese down. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. I made a second sandwich just before they loaded the coolers up and started heading out. "Bye sweetie! See you downstream. Try to keep them upright, and oh yeah...put some sun block on. You're starting to turn a bit red!" My wife said with a quick peck.

"Ok. Have fun. We'll be along as soon as we finish eating and putting on some sun block!" I called to her back as she walked down the sandbar toward her canoe.

My wife had barely gotten the canoe into the water when Beth walked up and sat in the sand next to me. "So, sun block huh? I bet I know a way to make that more fun." She said in a voice just above a whispered. "Come with me!"

She got up and walked towards the little woods in the center of the sand bar, disappearing into a small trail between the bushes. I shrugged and followed her, disappearing into the foliage, following the twisting path until it came out of the other side of the woods. Before me was a small sandy beach adjacent to a small rivulet of the main river, making the sandbar into an effective island. Standing on the sand were all three ladies, each completely naked.

"Ladies!" Beth said to her two 'slaves'.

"Yes, Mistress!" They both intoned quietly as they moved toward me. It only took them a few moments to undo my suit and pull it down my legs. They didn't stop until they had it completely removed and me standing as naked as they were. The girls stepped back picked up tubes of sun block before stepping back.

"I think you will definitely enjoy this! Girls, I expect that you won't miss anyplace?"

"No, Mistress!" Jan said with a smile, standing in front of me while Amy moved behind me. She took the bottle of lotion and squirted a copious amount onto her huge tits, and then stepped forward, pressing her tits against my body and slowly sliding around, using her massive boobs to spread the lotion around my chest. Her lips met mine and she kissed me hotly each time her face neared mine, her tongue trying to dart into my mouth as she was turned on more and more by her own actions. She worked her way down while a pair of smaller tits worked my back. My cock had grown rock hard and Jan seemed delighted to wrap her tits around my member and slide up and down to coat it. The girls continued rubbing their tits over as much of my body as they could, before switching to their hands. I felt Amy stroking up and down my legs, her hands occasionally meeting Jan's as they worked up my legs and between them.




Fireworks Time



Beth stepped toward me and kissed me, taking over for the kisses that Jan had been making. I stood getting more and more turned on as the girls worked on me, my cock aching to explode someplace.

"Mistress. He is very turned on. May I please allow him to cum in my hot sexy pussy? Please, Mistress?" Jan pleaded from where she knelt in front of me, her hands gently teasing and stroking my cock.

"What do you say Mike? Wanna unload that in her?"

"Hmmm, that sounds just perfect." I groaned as either Jan or Amy stroked a finger down my ass crack. 

"Jan! Come in front of him and bend over. I want to watch him fuck you from behind while Amy puts lotion on me!"

"Yes, Mistress!" They both said in unison as Beth backed away from me. Jan stood up and after giving me one more hot kiss, she whispered in my ear. "God please fuck me. Let me feel your hot cum fill my pussy. It's been so long since the Mistress has let me have a cock inside me!"

"Why so long?" I whispered back, watching Amy begin to massage lotion all over Beth's body.

"She caught me playing with a dildo one day and I hadn't asked permission." She replied as she broke away. She turned and bent over, resting her hands on her knees and stepping her feet apart to give me good access. I stepped the few inches to where I could rub the head of my cock up and down her slit. Not that it needed any more lubrication, but just because I wanted to feel her wet lips on my head before I sunk into her. She was incredibly tight and moaning loudly before I was half way into her. "God yes!" She repeated over and over as I stroked my cock in and out of her, working a little deeper each time. Before too many strokes I was plunging my full length into her hot pussy, my hips slapping into her sexy round ass with each stroke.

"Please, Mistress! May I cum please?" She begged breathlessly, her body clearly about to give way regardless of her wishes.

"Not yet!" Beth snapped, appearing to be perturbed, but the smile immediately appearing belying that. It was clearly a game, one which both seemed to enjoy. 

I reached down past her hips and found her huge tits swinging wildly in time with my strokes. She lifted her upper body to allow me better access, as I gripped her tits and ran my fingers back and forth across the tips of her large puffed up nipples.

"OH FUCK!" She cried loudly as her whole body shook in orgasm. My additional stimulation had proven to be too much, as did the stimulation from pussy clenching around me.

With a grunt I closed my eyes, my hips bucking into her and my cock squirting deep into her pussy. Just when I thought I was done, I felt an electric shock run through my body as a finger first stroked and then pushed into my ass. My body jerked again as several more strong surges of cum lanced into Jan's pussy. I opened my eyes and sagged slightly as my body released from its hormone induced state. I looked for Beth, and found her standing next to me, Amy sitting between her legs, licking her clit and pushing a finger in and out of her pussy. Beth's hand was still resting between my legs, her finger deep inside me.

"God what a fuck!" I groaned.

"Yeah, well, you do a pretty good job of that yourself." She panted as Amy worked her closer to climax. "How do you feel about sucking these tits a few minutes?"

I pulled my softening cock from Jan, who sagged to her knees and turned to face Beth. Leaning down I sucked first one and then the other nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue tease around and around her nipple before nibbling and pulling it with my teeth. 

"Oh God yes...harder!" She moaned, clearly moments from her own explosion.

I bit harder on one nipple and pulled the other until it lifted her whole tit.

"Oooooooooooooo FUCK!" She screamed as her body jerked and shook in climax, her juices flooding over Amy's face as if someone has just used a squirt bottle on her. Her hands wrapped around my head and pulled my face up to hers, bringing our lips together in another long wet embrace.

"We better go now." She panted when she broke the kiss. "Thank you for that, it was just what I needed!"

"You're welcome. And thank you for the nice application of sun block. I think your girls still need some though."

"Well, feel free to join in!" She said with an almost girlish giggle. "Girls! Please help each other get all lotioned!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Amy responded a broad smile on her face as she climbed from the ground in front of Beth.

Jan picked up a tube and stepped over to Amy, squirting some in Amy's hands and then her own. The two stood face to face, inches from each other, rubbing the lotion all around. I felt Beth push me toward the pair and I quickly ended sandwiched between them again, my hands rubbing all over first Jan, and then Amy.

"Please make me cum!" Amy whispered as I rubbed some lotion between her legs.

"Like this?" I asked, slipping a finger deep into her sopping pussy. 

"Oh yes. Please!" She begged almost silently as I teased her pussy and clit. My fingers rolled up and down her slit, pushing into her and then drawing back out to slide the length across her clit. I could tell from her breathing that she was near climax.  

"Amy. Did you ask?" I heard Beth say from where she was walking slowly around us.

"No, Mistress. Please let me cum! I am so turned on from eating your delicious pussy. I just have to cum! PLEASE!" She begged.

"If you had asked I might have said yes. You should know not to try to sneak one in. No. If you cum now I will have to punish you!"

"I don't think I can hold back!" She panted, her whole body shaking and trebling, only seconds from going over the edge.

"AMY!" Beth said sternly.

"Yes, Mistress!" She half panted, half moaned.

"Are you willing to pay the price for satisfaction now?" Beth asked her, stepping closer and reaching out to help my hand stroke Amy's pussy.

"Please, Mistress!" Amy begged as Beth now stopped my hand.

"Very well. I shall require something from you later in return for this....favor!" She said, moving my hand again. She released my hand and leaned toward my neck, kissing it gently. "Give her a good one!" She whispered.

I wasn't sure what to make of the exchange, still being quite new to this kind of relationship. But it was easy for me to lean down and suck a nipple into my mouth and roll it against the roof of my mouth while my fingers dove back in and out of her pussy. I squeezed her ass with my free hand and felt a hand on my own cock as I pushed Amy over the top, her whole body trembling and shaking until she nearly collapsed, unable to hold her own weight up any longer.

I let her slide to the ground and sit, panting and sweating, while she regained her composure.

"Well, you got your climax. Now it is time to leave!" Beth said sternly, Jan and Beth already dressed in their suits. "Help Mike dress and then put on a t-shirt. I think we will start by letting your pussy air out a bit."

"Yes, Mistress!" Amy said quietly as she reached for my suit and held it out for me to step into. We were dressed, but it was clear that the shirt Amy had on would barely cover her pussy and ass, and not at all when sitting down. I wondered if Beth would relent when we caught up with the rest of the group. I was pretty sure that it would be noticed, at least by the teen aged boys.

I followed Beth through the woods and back to the beach. We quickly packed the rest of our gear and climbed into the canoes; Amy's bare pussy poking out at me as she bent over to step into the canoe. I suddenly understood exactly what Beth was up to. It was more to tease me than punish Amy.

I was surprised at how well we managed to go down stream, catching the back of the pack just as they were leaving the next swimming hole. I climbed out and made a quick jump into the water to cool off before climbing back in again. 

We made our way toward the pull out point with the rest of the group, Amy being careful to keep her shirt in place and try to look like she was still wearing something under it. Beth frequently came close to smile at me and blow kisses.

It was another whole hour of floating before we finally pulled into the landing, Amy's climb out giving me the flash I expected. She made her way to the bus, holding her shirt down as far as she could, hoping no one noticed.

It was almost a relief to be back with my wife again, as we sat on the bus for the several mile long ride back to the parking area.

"Riding home with me?" I asked her as I pulled her against me.

"Why? Miss me?"

"You might say that!" I said kissing the side of her head as she leaned back against me.

"Well, if you really missed me..." she said, letting her hand slip into my lap and squeeze my soft cock. 

"You expected me not to?"

"Well, you did spend most of the day with three good looking younger women."

"Uh yeah... And just who volunteered me for that?" I asked, rolling my eyes as if put out at having to baby sit.

"Don't worry. I'll make it up to you!" she whispered, squeezing me again before pulling her hand back.

"You better!" I said jokingly, pulling her to me and hugging her hard.

Everyone got out of the bus at the parking area, and headed for the cars and the trip home. Beth chose to ride in the car with my wife and me, sitting in the passenger seat behind my wife. I did the best I could to not look in the back too much, as she frequently pulled her top or panties in a position to expose herself to me. She clearly wanted me to stay horny.

Other than the frequent exposure, the trip back to the lodge was uneventful, and our arrival was well timed to start getting the fish fry set up. I spent the next couple hours cooking fish and hush puppies in outdoor propane fryers. After dinner I found a relaxing chair facing the lake and dropped into it to relax.

"So. Have a good trip?" A lady whose name I couldn't remember asked as she settled into the chair next to me. She was about my age, and I knew her face, but couldn't quite place her name. As she leaned back in the lounger I couldn't help notice that she did have a very nice set of breasts and her sun skirt was quite short. I wondered idly if it had a pair of shorts under it, and assumed it did, spoiling my thoughts of a peek.

"It was an interesting canoe trip." I answered.

"It seemed like you got stuck with the beginners. Every time you just caught up we were getting ready to leave again." She said as she leaned back in the chair.

"Well, at any rate, Jan very much appreciated your attention. She said she was sure she wouldn't have made it without you." Startled, I looked over at her, understanding immediately who she was. This was Jan's mother! "She can be a bit of a handful sometimes. Your wife told me that you almost never dump a canoe, I'm sorry that you ended up unintentionally wet today!"

"These things happen."

"Yes, they do. But just the same. I wish I could pay you back for all the attention you gave my daughter today." She said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I was completely unsure if she was speaking innocently or if she knew what had gone on and was trying to make it sound innocent. 

"Not necessary. I didn't mind. I have always enjoyed sharing my outdoors expertise with anyone who wanted it." I answered, keeping my voice just as innocent.

"Well, thank you just the same. If I see an opportunity to repay you, I most certainly shall!" She said, turning her head and giving me a smile. Now I really wondered how much she knew.

I heard my name called and excused myself, heading to the bunkhouse to find out what my wife needed. 

"Would you be a dear and run down to the swimming hole with me and make sure all the floats are put up?" She asked sweetly.

"Sure." I answered with a shrug, standing back to let her take the lead down the stairs. I followed her down the wooded path to the swimming hole, where we collected up all the inflatable floats and put them into the fence that kept them from being blown around in a wind. 

"You know...you kind of did get cheated." She said as she dropped the last float into the fence. I know how much you really enjoy getting to have sex outside."

"Yeah, I was kind of bummed out that we didn't have a chance." I said, looking at the ground.

"Well... What are you waiting for then?" She asked, reaching for the tie of the robe she was wearing and pulling it. As the robe swung open I saw she wasn't wearing a thing. The moon glistened off her bare body as she dropped the robe and stood stark naked in front of me.

"Damn!" I muttered under my breath as she stepped toward me. I took her in my arms and gently kissed her, letting my hands roam her body while she undid my belt and the front of my shorts. She let my pants fall to my ankles and then pushed my underwear down, exposing my quickly hardening cock. She stroked it for a few moments before pulling and pushing my t-shirt up and over my head, leaving me almost as naked as she was.

"You better hurry stud. No telling how long we will be alone!" She said breathlessly as my kisses worked down her neck toward her chest. I broke away from her and pulled an inflatable raft from the fencing and set it on the ground, pulling my wife toward it. She lay down and spread her legs, letting me kneel down and gently kiss and lick her already wet pussy. "God I have wanted this all day!" She panted quietly, her hands groping in my short hair. 

"What got you so turned on?" I asked her quietly between licks.

"I saw that suit top one of those girls had on, the one with the huge tits? I knew how hard that had to make you and couldn't stop thinking about you being on the river hard as a rock all day. Made me so horny for you!"

"Well...we can fix that!" I said as I crawled up between her legs, letting my hard dick press into her soft lips. "How's this?" I whispered as I slowly sunk into her, her legs sticking high and wide to give me complete access.

"Oh God yes." She whispered as I hit the end of her tunnel and started stroking in and out of her. 

"Uh huh!" I grunted as I plunged in and out, making sure that each time my body pressed against her clit just the way she liked it. "Ohhhh so good!"

"Uh huh!" She grunted as her hips rocked to meet mine. "Cum with me. I'm almost there already!" She panted.

"Uh Huh!" I grunted, wanting her to feel my cock spurting inside her, but knowing that I was pretty well drained from the day's activities. Something drew my attention, and I looked up. Standing by a tree only a few yards away was Jan's mother. I watched her slowly, almost teasingly; pull her top up and off. Her eyes stayed locked with mine as her hands drifted down her now naked top, stopping to cup and fondle her own breasts, before continuing on down to the tiny skirt. Her hands pushed the material down slowly, her hips undulating back and forth seductively as she did her strip tease in the moonlight. She stepped out of the skirt and short combination, leaving her completely naked, the nearly full moon illuminating her body. She squatted down and spread her knees wide, letting the moonlight show me her completely shaved mound and pussy. My strokes got longer and harder as her fingers slowly spread her lips and then first with one and then another, plunged into her pussy. Her stroking fingers matched the pace of my strokes as her eyes stared at mine, her desire smoldering and obvious even at this distance. My cock swelled inside my wife as the three of us drew closer to climax. "Oh God." I grunted as Jan's mother squeezed one of her tits with her free hand and pushing the nipple out toward me. I was glad my wife couldn't tip her head back far enough on the inflatable pillow to see the show I was getting. 

I felt my wife go stiff, her whole body shaking and trembling as her climax started to wash over her. It was only a few more strokes before both Jan's mother and I climaxed together, my cock spurting shot after shot of hot cum into my wife's pussy, but in my mind, Jan's mothers as well. I closed my eyes and sagged down on top of my wife, both of us panting and sweating as we struggled to catch our breath.

"Ohhh that was a strong one. You must have been saving that one up for me." She cooed.

"My pleasure!" I responded before lowering my mouth to her face and kissing her softly. After our embrace, I looked up to where Jan's mom had been and saw nothing but the tree. She had apparently slipped away as quietly as she came, or my mind had imagined the whole thing. I pulled from my wife and helped her to the lake, where we washed off as best we could and then redressed. I put the float back in the fencing and walked her back to the bunkhouse, where we headed for a well-needed rest.

The next morning it was time to head home, even though home wasn't all that far away. We still had grocery shopping and the like to do before things started for the next week. We had breakfast in the quickly filling main dining area, most of the relatives gathering their things to head to their own homes. Jan's mom caught my eye as she walked behind my wife, who was sitting across the table from me. She blew me an almost imperceptible kiss as she carried her plate to a spot just a few seats down. No, my mind had not imagined the whole thing at all.

After a significant number of handshakes and hugs, my wife and I headed out. I was fairly quiet on the ride home, letting all that had happen sink in. And I was left wondering what next year's reunion would bring.