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Hot Summer Night

By: shy_one



It was an extremely hot and humid night, too hot to sleep. Laney decided to take a walk down to the beach and cool off a bit. She loved spending her summers in New Hampshire. The waves from the ocean usually lulled her to sleep. The smell of the ocean air hung heavy tonight, there was a soft breeze coming off of the ocean and the waters were unusually calm.

The sand was still warm from the heat of the day. She could feel the heat between her toes on her bare feet. The sky was sprinkled with stars and there was a full moon. She wore nothing but a sheer white cotton dress, she had nothing to worry about, the beach was hers at this late hour. She walked along the beach not noticing the man lying on his side, propped up on his elbow watching her. She was like a ghost, white dress flying as she splashed through the water. The silhouette of her body shown through the sheer gown. The moon was over the ocean, she was between the moon and him. She had round, firm breasts, long curvy legs, a perfectly flat belly, she was beautiful. Her long brown hair flowed down her back to her waste, shining in the moonlight. 

Brian just sat there and watched this exquisite picture. Laney stopped a few feet in front of where he lay, and squatted at the water's edge. She hiked up her gown, and splashed water on her neck, letting it trickle down between her breasts. Getting her gown wet as she enjoyed the coolness of the ocean. The coolness of the water brought her senses to life, arousing her, she let more water trickle down her neck and between her breasts as it worked its way down her belly. 

She took her wet hands and put them beneath her gown as she rubbed her hot sticky body with the cool, salty ocean water. Letting her fingers fall to her pubic mound, stopping briefly as she rubbed the cool water onto her pussy. Taking her fingers and circling her clitoris, letting her fingers feel the heat of her pussy. She was so excited, rubbing her breasts with the cool water, back down to her belly, lingering at her pussy. She moved her hands slowly from her pussy up to her lips; stopping and tasting the salt from the ocean mixed with the sweet juices of her pussy.

She fell back onto the sand, pulling up her gown, letting the ripples of water coming off the ocean lap at her body. She continued rubbing her body, stroking herself between her thighs, and squeezing her nipples. Then she inserted her fingers into her hot, wet pussy, fingering herself with one hand and rubbing, stroking and squeezing her breasts with the other. 

Brian watched and listened as she started moaning, it was more then he could take, he wanted desperately to go to her and aide in her orgasm. But at the same time it was so erotic watching from a short distance. His cock was hard and needing release. He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock, stroking it and squeezing it. Watching her put her fingers in and out of her pussy. He couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to cum. Laney laying on the water’s edge, stroking and fingering herself was too much for him. Her moans became louder and his strokes became fast and hard. She let out one last moan as she came, Brian let out a small gasp has his cock exploded, he could feel his cum on his belly, and he could see it shoot up into the night.

He did not know who this woman was, but he was glad he couldn’t sleep that night. Laney got up to leave, fixing her gown, splashing a bit of water on her face and walked back down the beach to her house. Smiling to herself as she was thinking about the stranger on the beach.

Hot Summer Night



"That was good!" he said, stacking his dishes and silverware.

"Thanks," I managed to say.

"I mean, the fish was really light, didn't you think?"

"Yes."

"And I really liked the vegetables, what did you season them with."

"Usual stuff."

He picked up the dishes and stood stacking them in the sink for a moment. A firecracker went off down the street; then another.

"Some early fireworks, sounds like. Getting the jump on the Fourth! Maybe we'll go down to the stadium for the program tomorrow night?"

"Ok." 

I picked at the fish on my plate, then sipped a little of the remaining Chenin Blanc in my glass. I stared moodily out over the lengthening shadows on the long curving driveway. I couldn't shake the low mood I was in. It had been a hard, unhappy year. A year of trying to forgive. A year of trying to make it OK. But, every so often, nothing worked and I had trouble keeping up a conversation, let alone being cheerful. At times like this I felt empty; just empty.

He gave up and walked quietly out of the room. 

I filled the dishwasher and pressed 'start'. I stared out the window until the heat of the washer seeped into my legs and I could feel the steady vibration of it through my thighs. 

My heart was back in my throat as I climbed the stairs. I was already feeling guilty.

KEN:

I have to admit it was all my fault. That's the first thing. The affair occurred about a year ago. It was brief and we were caught. You never think you will be caught, that's the problem. Just like in war, you always think the other guy gets shot, right? But, once you tangle your life with someone else, you lose control of the situation; you cannot predict what will happen in the other person's life which lays bare all the details of the affair. And now, whatever Ellen did, I would just have to accept it. Accept it as something I had created.

I had endured all forms of abuse, much deserved, from my wife since that fateful event. We had, so far, both concluded that what we had was still worth saving. But it was not easy.

And so came our Hot July Night. We had not been getting along for a few days. Ellen was yelling at me when she had anything to drink and I was not being very responsive since I was pissed off about her bitchy comments. Even though I had earned her abuse, it did not mean I enjoyed it. 

Ellen had been drinking too much in my opinion, especially when we got together with the Sullivans. Ellen just can't stop at a couple of drinks. There was a time long ago when she could handle quite a few drinks, but not anymore. 

The Sullivans have two twenty-something year olds who live at home; big guys who work on construction and drive pickup trucks. It's been obvious Ellen was attracted to one of them. Whenever we have been together, they would flirt with each other. She would tell him how cute he is and how he ought to be getting married; it was obvious that they both enjoyed the bantering back and forth. It was all harmless enough and had been going on for several years. She had become a favorite "aunt" who seemed to understand when no one else could or would. He was in fairly frequent trouble at school over the years but managed to graduate and then went to work on construction. 

A month or so ago, we were having a bridge evening with the Sullivans. Ted was at home and Ellen kept disappearing when she was 'dummy' to give him some attention and nurturing. My appeals that it was time to head for home were unwelcome. 

By the time I finally managed to get out the door, she was a little unsteady and loudly affectionate in her fairwells. I held the door as she swung long good looking legs into the car. Her skirt slipped high on her thighs and the glimpse of white panties was sexy in spite of the situation. 

The lights were out at the party store on the corner and I swung out onto Lincoln Avenue and headed toward home. Ellen leaned against the window and started nodding toward sleep. The street was empty and the streetlights flooded the front seat as they ticked by one by one. Her legs looked creamy in the sensual tan stockings.

Slipping my hand under her dress, I realized that the flirting had left her with a hot, moist pussy. Unfortunately, when she drinks she is no good in bed, all she can do is lie there like she's asleep and grumble in my ear. Still, I would sometimes give her a good fucking on a night like this even though she was more or less conked out. I was starting to feel the urge, sitting there in the silent lonliness. 

I tumbled her into bed still babbling on about something that I was wrong about or talking about how cute Ted is. Rubbing my hand over her panty-covered pussy, I said: 

"From the feel of this, you must have been thinking about getting Ted to slip his big cock up your pussy!" There was a hardness to my voice that was probably unfair.

"Oh, don't be silly," she chided "he's young enough to be my son. He doesn't think of me that way; ... just a nice boy no one understands." She drifted off into drink-soaked sleep. 

I laid there awhile thinking about the evening; about her flirting and about her wet cunt. My cock started to rise again and I rubbed it in the silky panty-crease between her cheeks. I tried to wake her by fondling her tits and then her clit in the pool of wet in her panty crotch. But she just mumbled. Still I did have this huge hard on, so I rolled her on to her back and got between her legs. My cock felt great rubbing the silky panties and I could feel the slight scratchiness of the lace on the end of my cock. 

Pulling the panty aside, I licked her clit for a moment and squeezed her tits. My pounding cock needed the warmth of a pussy around it. I didn't take her panties off, I just pulled them aside and lubricated the tip of my cock in the wetness of her cunt and it slipped in quickly. It went in easily all the way to the hilt and I lifted her legs up to my shoulders and began stroking deep into her cunt. 

She mumbled unintelligible things in my ear. I could pick out small snippets.

"What are you do ...?"....

My hard pounding made the words come out in spurts. 

"Get off me...." I ... didn' t say you couuuuld fuck me ...e e e ee e e " 

And then I heard her switch into a dreamy scene ... Ted's name came from her tossing head.

"You shouldn' b.be in mmmy pusssy, Teddy, I'm old ee nuff ... be your mother. We can't do thisssss. 

"Ohhh what will it hurt?..... You can be my little boy." " suck on Mommies titties! That's it!" 

"That's it! Shove it in deep! Come on, let me spread my legs further, come on baby, shove it in .... yessss, That's it! Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" 

"The dirty talk made my cock rigid and full. I fucked her brains out; all the time her shouting "Teddy" into my ears as my cum spurted into her. I rolled off her and put my hand between her legs to feel my cum spilling out and wetting her panties. I wondered what she would think when she noticed tomorrow...she had already returned to her snoring... 

That was a month ago and was the last time we had had sex. 

Then the day before the Fourth of July a funny thing happened. I got home a little bit late and we had a silent dinner, just the two of us. Then she disappeared upstairs and I settled in front of the TV. 

ELLEN:

I squeezed the big soapy sponge between my breasts and stood watching the bubbles slide over my breasts and drip from my nipples. 

"What am I doing?"

The bubbles slipped down over my tummy and then into the dark brown thatched triangle pointing down between my legs. Slowly, so slowly, they drizzled down onto thighs curving toward knees that were now slightly weak with what I had agreed to do.

"Will this make us even? ... No, not really. Nothing can ever even the betrayal I had felt."

I tossed the shower cap onto the hook and toweled off. As I stepped into the bedroom, I stood examining my body in the mirrored wall, turning to see objectively how much damage child bearing had done. I lifted my breasts, then let them sway and turned to look at the bottom I might be showing to a stranger tonight. 

"What do you expect? You're thirty-four, not twenty!" I smoothed my hands over my hips and buttocks, trying to urge them back into perky mounds.

I had been trying on dresses since morning, and ended with the first one I tried on.

The eyes in the mirror looked a little frightened. I straightened up, throwing my chest out proudly and shook a smile onto my face.

My hands shook at first, putting on the lipstick. I took a deep breath and looked into those nervous eyes. But the face nodded back at me.

"Yes, I am!"

We had been playing ping-pong, Teddy and I. In answer to my question, he told me that he and his friends hung out at a little Irish pub called Donovan's Shamrock Inn.

"I love places like that. I'm part Irish, you know! I used to go to one that sounds like that when I was young! God, those were the days!"

He hit another fast one past me and the ball skittered the length of the basement and under a couch. He came to help me find it and ended up bent over the couch. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't resist swatting his trim ass with the paddle. He let out a feigned shriek and insisted that he should get to return the insult. I laughingly agreed and bent over slightly, thinking he wouldn't do it.

Since he didn't have his paddle, he used his hand and gave me a stinging slap square on the buttocks that left a warm glow on my tender skin.

"Owwww! You weren't supposed to really do it. Brute!" I complained. 

We laughed together and went back to the table. The tingle inside my panties continued, and I realized I was blushing terribly.

"Why don't you come to the Pub... sometime? You'd like it. I could introduce you to Donovan!" His voice was hoarse and a little breathless, and I realized that he had been screwing up his nerve to ask me that. "I'm going there tomorrow night." he stumbled on. I was stunned. I know that I had flirted with him and shown him frequent kindnesses over the years. It was understandable if he had a slight crush on his "Aunt Ellen."

I was also a little bit thrilled by that knowledge: and scared by the possibilities. We stood looking at each other for moments, his face blush red.

MY husband called down the stairs. 

"Ellen, these people want to get to bed. Don't you think it's time?"

"No, I'm having too much fun. You are getting to be such a party pooper!" I called back, never taking my eyes from Ted's"

Returning to our conversation, I muttered quietly, "Oh ... I ... we ... I couldn't do that!"

"It would be fun!" he said in a whisper.

I looked away for a moment and sighed, "Yes, I know. But, I just can't do it."

There was a pregnant pause as we looked into each other's eyes.

"I have to get back upstairs now. Thanks for the lesson."

As I started up the stairs, I frowned over my shoulder and rubbed the warm spot where he had spanked me, then grinned at him.

That should have been the end of it, but it wasn't. I couldn't keep the invitation out of my mind. No matter how often I told myself it was crazy, the tantalizing thought would spring back into my mind.

KEN:

I could tell something was up. There was a strange tension in the air between us. Things had, of course been tense and unpredictable for more than a year since I had what Ellen kept bringing up as "when you had your affair" as the prelude to a discussions of my shortcomings as a husband. I kept hoping we would get past it, of course; we had both concluded that divorce was wrong because of the children. And so we bumbled on, sometimes picking our way through a mine field that could blow up at any moment, but more recently, getting on with life.

It was all my fault of course, and so I mostly had to ride out the storms and do my best to bring things back to an even keel. All of this means that we still love each other. But we are definitely experiencing the rocky side of marriage. That would be true too.

For a week or so, Ellen has been more distant than usual. Cool, seemingly preoccupied. She had taken to staring off into space and when asked, she would reply quickly. 

"Oh, nothing, nothing, just daydreaming, I guess,"

ELLEN:

What would it be like? Like dating again? Maybe it would just be a friendly get together, just like all the times we had teased each other when I visited his parents. That would be ... OK. 

Then I would pull myself upright and try to put it out of my mind again. Once, sitting in front of the TV with my husband, my mind wandered from the program he had turned on. I suddenly realized that I was fantasizing about it again and my panties were moist.

A week had gone by since the ping-pong episode and we were attending a huge wedding party. I ran into Teddy and a few of his friends as I returned from the ladies' room and he turned to say hello. 

"Dance with me?" I said.

 

"I can't dance?"

 

"You have to learn sometime." I laughed, pulling him onto the floor. His friends made the usual teasing remarks and he came along willingly.

 

"Have you been practicing your ping-pong?" he asked, an arch grin crossing his face.

 

"Not since you were so mean to me." I pouted up at him.

 

"Mean?"

 

"You hit me!" I frowned.

 

"You hit me first!" he laughed.

 

He was a little clumsy and we bumped together trying to avoid another couple. I felt his erection against my stomach and I must have tensed slightly.

 

"Sorry." he said quietly.

 

"It's OK."

 

To reassure him, I pressed closer and his cock rode against me as we danced.

 

"Sorry." he said once more. "You're hot ... you know?"

 

"I don't mind, really I don't. I'll take it as a compliment." I said. I felt his hand exploring my back along my bra strap and then along my spine downward until it rested just above my bottom.

 

"Are you reading the labels of my underwear by Braille?" I giggled. "Now I'm sorry – I shouldn't tease you like that. I'm being unfair." 

 

"Sorry!" he said.

 

"I was just going to tell you the label of my panties is on the side, not the back. Oops there I go again, teasing you," I giggled against his chest.

 

His cock felt warm as I let it slide across my mound. Warm and large.

 

"You're doing very well for someone who says he can't dance!"

 

I moved so that his bulge slipped easily from one side of my mound to the other. The silk dress felt suggestive and sexy between his cock and my tummy.

 

"Did you think about going to Donovan's?"

 

We had stopped moving and just stood pressed together gently swaying in time with the music. 

 

"Yes."

 

"And?"

 

I looked up at him and half closed my eyes. A long moment passed and we stopped moving entirely. I felt his lean body against mine and his hand on my hip.

 

"I'll come, if you like. Just for one drink ... maybe."

 

"Great. When?"

 

"Thursday night? Eight?"

 

Yes, great!"

"I have to go. I'm giving you a bad reputation," I joked. I withdrew slightly just as the music ended and left him standing alone. My heart was in my throat at what I had just agreed to do. My nipples were taught and tented the silk dress.

That was last weekend, and now here I was, torn by guilt and questions.

Staring into the mirror, I fastened the bra around my waist and then turned it to slip my breasts into the cups. The panties in a rich matching platinum color were pretty and feminine and felt sensual as I pulled them up. I tucked the garter belt suspenders down through the legs, realizing that I was making it easy for someone to have access to me. I looked into the mirror once again, looking for my image to make me change my mind. But it didn't.

Standing up, I looked into the full-length mirror once more. I looked very sexy in the Givenchy stockings. The dark bands at the top were contrasty with my tanned legs and the sheen of the taut nylon gleamed as I slipped into the white heels. The panties were just transparent enough so the dark triangle showed.

I couldn't believe how I was preparing myself for another man.

"You tramp." I muttered, re-snapping the clip and pulling the garter tighter. 

"I blame it on mother," I thought ruefully. When I finally told her that my morose behavior was because of Ken's affair, she sympathized for a time, and then told me a story. 

"You'll just have to have one yourself!" she said, "like your grandmother did! 

The thing is that I never thought I would actually do such a thing. I was astonished to hear about my dear grandmother and it did take my mind off my own planned sin just a little bit. Still, I knew it was all my fault. I was doing this because I wanted to. 

You could call it getting even. 

You could call it curiosity. I had never had sex with anyone besides my husband.

I dropped the summery pink floral dress over my head and examined the picture in the mirror. 

"Overdressed!" I muttered, turning to the side and smoothing one hand over my tummy. I stood for awhile as the minutes ticked away, questioning myself.

"You can still chicken out!" I said quietly.

I was overdressing for a simple little friendly meeting. I knew that it was to make a point, a mean point to my husband sitting unsuspectingly in front of the TV downstairs.

Another dab of perfume behind each knee, then trailed up under my dress along silken thighs. I dropped the full skirt down over my legs and held one leg out to see it fall just above the knee.

KEN:

It was a hot evening and I was surprised to see her come downstairs wearing a really nice dress, nylons and heels. 

"Where are you going?" I asked. She really looked extraordinarily good, makeup and lipstick on like she was ready for our first date. She answered that she was just going out and walked straight out to the car I assumed she would come back and let me know when she would be back. But she didn't, and I heard the Cadillac roar out of the driveway. I went to the window to see her turn toward town.... It was a mystery. 

After sitting and thinking it over, I started thinking about where she could be going. It was obvious by her attitude that she was rubbing my nose in it. But I couldn't think of any reasons for her to be going alone so dressed up. 

It did not seem possible ... knowing her attitudes about such things, that she had a date with some guy. She is simply not the sort to go for an ordinary roll in the hay. Still...... Then I thought of the night when she had thought I was the young Ted fucking her in her drunken half sleep. 

"I wonder?"

I remembered at last that I had heard them joking about the tavern where he hangs out. It is a bar on the east side of town with an Irish name – perfect since she comes from a little bit of Irish heritage. 

"I wonder"

ELLEN:

Driving east toward the city, I reminded myself that I was not necessarily heading for an affair. I had said only that I would come for a drink. The smooth powerful car enhanced the adventure. I felt wonderfully feminine sitting in my favorite car, the red velour seats soft and sensual under my silken legs. 

"Remember, it's not a date. Nothing is going to happen. Nothing!" I said aloud. 

"I'll just have a drink ... and we'll joke around together ... and it will just be fun!"

I realized I was driving too fast and slowed just in time to slip into the Seven-Eleven at the intersection. I was trying to quit smoking, but this wasn't the night for it. I ordered a pack of Marlboros, then changed my mind and got two instead. Some gum to take away the tobacco breath.




Hot Summer Night



Then just as I was fishing a twenty out of my purse, I noticed the sign. "Ribbed, with her pleasure in mind." I stacked the package on top of the cigarettes and waited for my change.

"If this isn't a date – why that last little shopping item?" I said to myself, catching my eye in the rear view mirror.

"It's only sensible!" I muttered as I pulled out into traffic. "Just in case."

I parked in the lot behind the bar and sat for a few minutes, still unsure of what I was doing. Finally, I swung the door open and walked into Donovan's by the back door. The long hallway leads into a dimly lighted room heavy on green neon shamrocks and leprechauns. A piano player was surrounded by willing singers and I spotted my handsome young friend among them.

I touched his shoulder and he turned and gave me a chaste hug and a loud hello.

"You came!" he said boisterously. 

His friends turned to stare at me and he introduced me to four tall buddies, all very happy. I noted that their eyes were all over me, making me self-conscious but pleased. They made room for me at the piano bar with me pressed snugly between Teddy and his friend Kevin. They all seemed to have Irish names and Kevin was the first to ask me to dance. His hands brushed across my breasts each time he twirled me, but he was a good dancer and I ignored it.

The strong Manhattan I had ordered was ready when we returned and I took a comforting drink of it. The boys were very nice and I began enjoying myself, cautiously switching to wine for my second drink. They were boisterous and cheerful and they made me feel wonderfully welcome. I enjoyed the singing and also the flirting. They made me feel desirable and pretty. It was great!

When the piano player went on a break, Teddy picked a slow song on the juke box and danced me away from the others. 

"You look beautiful!" he murmured.

"Thank you, kind sir!" I said and squeezed him. "You're not bad yourself. I like your friends, too. It's nice of them to be so nice to me."

"Yeah. I think they'll leave soon." He sounded hopeful, I noted.

It was like our last dance, not much movement, but he had become a lot more direct. His arm swept far around me, enveloping me, and I soon felt that bulge once again bumping my tummy. I closed my eyes a moment and let the feeling pleasure me.

"I said I'd just come for one drink. I'm already over my limit."

"But you'll stay, won't you? I really want to talk." Teddy pulled me a little closer and his lips were close to my ear as he talked. I shivered and pulled his hand between us, snugly against my breast.

"Maybe a little longer," I murmured against his chest.

His hand slipped a little lower on my hip and his cock bumped my mound again.

"Sorry."

"I don't mind." I pressed back against it.

He moaned quietly.

I stifled my own moan of pleasure, but I'm sure he felt a tremor that went through my body at the touch of him against my mound. I was enjoying myself more than I could recall for some time.

As we walked back, he said, "Why don't we take a booth?" He led me to the corner booth. As we sat down, his friends gave out cat-calls from the piano bar. Teddy waved them off with a self-conscious grin.

"Did you tell them I'm your aunt?"

"No! I just said you were my friend."

"Oh, good. I'm proud of you!" I laughed. "A lesser man would have made excuses for meeting an older woman."

"You may be an older woman, but you're also the prettiest in the place!"

I nudged him with pleasure and sipped my wine as his thigh snuggled against mine.

The others kept coming to the booth and flirting. I loved it, and I danced with each of them again. I had to guide Kevin's hands from slipping down on my bottom and fend off another hand lingering too long on the side of my breast. I left it there for quite awhile, then guided it away with a smile into Robert's eyes.

KEN:

I could not stay home pacing back and forth any longer and got in my car to see if I could find her car parked someplace. I went past the church lot but it was empty, past the favorite restaurant in town and then headed for the Shamrock Bar on the east side. My heart was in my throat. It seemed sneaky. And also, I really didn't want to find it there. 

I cruised along in front of it and didn't see the White Cadillac. Then as I rounded the corner, I caught sight of it there in the rear parking lot. I cruised around the block a few times thinking about what to do. I cruised around for awhile trying to decide what I should do. I started to drive home instead. I stopped for a traffic light. Then turned back toward the bar. 

I parked some distance away and walked past the front window and glanced in. I passed by two or three times but didn't see her. Though it was about half full. My heart was in my throat, fearing what I might be walking into. And still unsure what my reaction could be.

Still if it was innocent, it would not be good to be caught spying on her in this way, so I had at least two reasons to be cautious.

I found the back door and caught a glimpse of them in the far corner booth. Cigarette smoke drifted up from the booth. Retreating, I pushed into the men's room and leaned heavily against the wall to think. 

"Oh, shit!" I muttered.

The door banged open and two young guys came in and positioned themselves at the two furthest urinals.

"Holly shit, she's some babe, eh? Is he boinking her."

"Yeah! Holy shit, is right. Did you catch those tits? Jeez. He just says she's a friend of his mother."

"Life ain't fair. You should see my mother's friends!" He looked down and regarded his stream thoughtfully. "If he's not going to, I'd like to!"

"God, she's hot. I can't get the thought of shoving this into her out of my mind. You know what I mean?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"And those tits are real, man."

"How would you know, you shit?"

Touched them when we danced, man. They are real and they are wonderful."

They fell silent and I pretended to be drying my hands. 

They left without stopping at the sink.

"Oh, man! Ellen, here we come!" one of them said as the door swung open.

The knot in my stomach tightened as he said my wife's name.

Donovan's is in one of those old buildings with great high ceilings. There is a balcony along two sides of it and I made for the narrow winding stairway. I took a seat with a view of Ellen's booth, yet partially hidden by the ornate iron pillar.

They were laughing and seemed to be having a good time. Ted led her to the juke box to pick out some music. His arm was around her waist, hand resting low on her hip as they stood thigh to thigh .The colored lights of the jukebox lighted there faces garishly and he fondled the soft flesh under his hand. I was jealous in spite of myself.

They danced a little bit to the music, his hand cupping her ass and her arms around his neck the way she liked to do when she was getting a little bit tipsy. Their bodies pressed tightly together and I thought about his cock bumping against her under all the silks and satins covering it. I thought of how her pussy must be beginning to swell and moisten as he moved against her. At the end of a twirl, they moved to straddle each other's thighs as they swayed to the music. 

He danced her out of sight under the balcony and I couldn't see them any longer. They danced on in the dark secluded corner for a long time. I waited impatiently, the thought of what they were doing driving me slightly crazy.

ELLEN:

Eventually single girls came in and the others drifted off to see if they could make a new friend, leaving Teddy and I alone with our conversation. His hand lay warmly on my thigh and I reinforced his confidence by putting mine on top of his, slipping my fingers down the cracks between his.

He was surprised when his fingers found the clasp of my garter straps holding my stockings snug. He lingered there, toying with the snap through the layers of silk.

"You think I'm an old-fashioned girl, do you?" I giggled, flirting shamelessly.

"No, not really. But,.. can I see?"

Looking around quickly, I pulled my skirt and slip up until they were above the dark reinforcement band and a little white flesh showed above a pink stripe at the very top of the stocking. Even the elegant Givenchy logo looked sexy emblazoned across my legs. He reached for my thigh.

I snapped my dress down. "You said 'look' not touch." I complained lightly.

His eyes were wide open and so was his mouth.

"Wow. Very hot!"

His hand went to my knee and I let him caress my leg through the silky nylon. It felt so good to be touched with such obvious passion, that I wanted it to continue.

We were intensely talking about his life and concerns as his hand slowly progressed under my dress. I continued drinking the wine and continued to feel very sensual and soft. His caresses became wonderfully welcome as my wine-induced good feeling continued to rise.

We danced more and I hung from his neck like a trophy, his cock caressing me as I bumped my mound against him. It felt delicious, its bold firmness fondling its way from one side of my mound to the other as we swayed to one song after another.

In the darkest corner of the dance floor, he became bolder. Both hands slipped up along my sides and found my breasts. His eyes were closed as he pressed close and squeezed them.

"Someone might see ...." I protested weakly.

"They are so beautiful."

'Thank you." I moaned softly.

His hands felt strong but gentle and I allowed myself the pleasure of letting him fondle me. It felt so good that my knees were weak. He caught the nipples and teased them even harder. I felt myself moistening between my legs.

My bottom was pressed against the wall and his cock searched my dress for my mound.... and found it again and again.

"Mmmmmm," I said quietly as I guided his hands reluctantly away from my breasts and back to a very low grip on my hips, which pleased me nearly as much. I looked nervously around the room, but no one seemed to be paying any attention, so I raised his hands once more until he lifted my breasts in his big hands and then stooped to kiss between them in my cleavage.

I slipped my hand under his shirt in the back and fondled the smooth skin of his broad back, while he played with my breasts. It was thrilling.

KEN:

As they walked back to the booth hand in hand, I could see that he managed to bump her crotch a couple times with his hand. The bulge in his pants was evident; he shifted the leg of the pants so he could walk more easily. 

She had uncrossed her legs and I could tell she had spread her thighs to let him play there. 

I was envious. Her skirt hid his hand from view. Still talking and smiling into his eyes, Ellen touched his chest and I watched as her fingers caressed him, slipping from one nipple to the other and then across the flat muscular stomach. The funny thing was that I think my cock was just as hard as his. 

At last they made a move to leave. They said good night to some of his cronies at the bar. I could see that all eyes were on Ellen and she flirted back with them under the guise of the motherly, but very sexy older friend of Ted.  

After giving them a little time to get out, I paid my bill and rushed out the front door and down the street to my car. A train crossing delayed the white car and I was able to catch and follow it. The tires bumped noisily over the railroad track and I let two cars get between us before following to the edge of town. I could not tell if there were two people in the car and I saw no evidence of Ted's pickup truck.

The car turned down the river road. I waited several minutes before following. Had I lost them? There were no cars to be found. I stepped on the gas and raced ahead, still finding no one. Too far! I turned around on the narrow lane, backing deep against the encroaching bushes then close to the tree on the other side and back again, eager to retrace my path and find them again.

More slowly this time, I watched for some hint of the car, a track, a side trail, anything.

There! A brief light flared through heavy underbrush. It must be them. 

I sped past and parked down the road and sat for another minute or two, deep in thought. The scene was eerie; a bright moon illuminated the scene in that silver light that only a full moon can produce. I had no problem finding my way, it was almost like midday. In fact, I would be lucky to get close without them seeing me. And I did want to get close.

Silently, I walked back along the road and found a convenient knoll very near the car. Taking a circuitous path behind trees and bushes, I made my way to a vantage point that let me remain in deep shadows while looking right into the car with a three quarter view. I tried to calm my racing heart and crouched low. 

Two cigarettes burned in the darkness. Soft romantic music came from the open window and the dash lights illuminated the interior in soft light. They were necking now and I edged a bit closer. 

"Oh we shouldn't" At least I think that is what I heard from Ellen -- followed by silence. I thought of how the silence meant tongues fencing, exploring, and teasing as two lovers' mouths played together. In my mind it was beginning to sound like a replay of the night in our bed when she fantasized that I was Teddy and "mothered" me. 

ELLEN:

"I'll walk you to your car, then." His voice sounded disappointed. "Sure you won't stay awhile? We can go someplace else!" 

I bumped against him at the door, my head spinning a little from the drinks. I smiled up at him. 

"Whoops. That means I better get going!"

His arm was around my waist and I leaned close as we walked.

He stopped. I turned into his arms and he kissed me. His hands fondled my bottom through the dress, then slowly began raising it with eager fingers until I was exposed in the back and his hands fingers could toy with my bottom through my panties. 

I slipped my tongue between his lips and enjoyed the fondling. His dick pressed against me and I slipped my hands down to cup his tight ass and pull him closer.

Finally we continued walking, both a little unsteady.

He opened the passenger door for me.

"Someone stole my steering wheel!" I joked.

"Can we talk a minute?"

I slipped into the seat and tucked my legs inside and he closed the door. 

As soon as he got under the wheel, he reached for me and I eased myself across his lap. His lips found mine and our tongues met in a moist, warm kiss as his hand slipped under my dress and along the outside of my thigh. He squeezed gently and I tried to relax. Our mouths made wet milking motions as he sucked me into his mouth and swirled his tongue around mine.

His hand slipped along the nylon on the outside of my thigh until his fingers found the edge of my panties. He toyed with the hem and slipped his fingers underneath the fabric and felt along the curve of my bottom. My skirt was pushed up so that the top of my stocking showed and he fondled all along my thigh as we kissed. I squirmed against his chest, my nipples feeling tingly and needing to be soothed.

The hand roamed down the length of my leg and then teasingly moved to the other leg. When it was at the knee and between my legs, I clamped it between two nyloned knees. He stopped for a moment as the kiss continued. He played with my knee for a moment, savoring the silky feeling and I opened a little. His hand smoothly slipped between silken thighs, caressing and fondling and squeezing the stocking.

We paused the kiss and looked at each other. I pressed a light kiss on his lips and his hand moved further up my thigh, coming very close to the moist panties between my legs. His hand was on my bare thigh and I gently squeezed it again, not restraining him, but he paused again and fondled my leg. He was breathing very heavily.

We just held each other like that for what seemed like a long time, touching, feeling, squeezing, teasing. I felt warm and soft and beautiful.

He left my skirt high on my thighs and moved his hand onto my breast. He cupped it through the dress at first and then unbuttoned a couple buttons and slipped his hand inside. My nipple responded as he caressed me though the silk. I kissed his ear and then pointed my tongue into it as he played with my breast and squeezed my nipples.

"Ohhhh, Teddy, "I breathed into his ear. His hand tightened and my breast popped out of the cup; I pulled the strap off my shoulder so that he was fondling my bare breast. I heard him moan as he bent down to suck my nipple between moist lips.

He stopped to look at my breast. After letting him look at me for a time, I slowly covered it and asked for a cigarette.

"I've always wanted to drive one of these." he said, as we sat wreathed in cigarette smoke. "Can we take a little ride?"

I didn't answer immediately.

"Yes. That would be nice, I think."

He eased the car into the street and drove away at a leisurely pace.

My panties were very wet with excitement, yet I was still unsure of what was going to happen. I could still feel his hand on my breast and thighs and recall the warmth it had brought between my legs.

"Where are we go ...?" I said as he made a sharp turn into a narrow road, with trees arching over it.

"Along the river road. It's nice along here."

The next turn was even more startling. Almost hidden by heavy brush, it would not be easy to find if I had been alone. The car bumped and rocked along a rutted path and then we were close to the river shining silver in the bright moonlight.

"Oh! It's pretty here. Are we ... are we safe here?" I asked nervously.

He turned off the lights and the engine. The radio curled music through the sudden silence we had rushed into.

I smiled at him and let him unbutton another button down the front of my dress. He looked so cute, his eyes burrowing into my cleavage now more and more exposed. His big fingers fumbled with the buttons, and I arched my back almost instinctively, pushing my bosom upward. Upward and out toward him. I tried to calm my racing pulse and rested my hands on his wrists. Looking down, I saw his fingers touch the soft mounds eagerly.

"You know, as long as I remember, you understood more than my parents did. I could never talk to them like this, never."

"I've always liked you, you know that." I said. 

"When I got in trouble, you always gave me the benefit of the doubt. I really appreciated it."

"And you were always in trouble!"

'I always had a crush on you, you know." He laughed.

"Since when?" I couldn't resist being thrilled by this comment. I know it is vain, but I loved hearing it even though it was always obvious. It was sensual hearing him say it now. Teddy slipped one finger softly into the crease between my breasts and I smiled at how intent he was looking at me. My platinum colored bra was sort of radiant in the glow of the car lights and bright moonlight. In spite of myself, I pressed my arms against them and forced the round melon like mounds to stand out above the Victoria's Secret bra.

"Since I was about twelve, actually."

I kissed him quickly.

"Twelve? Ohmigod, so early? That is sweet of you."

"Yep. ..... I've been dreaming of.... you. All these years, dreaming ... of you and of.... these ..." His voice was once again slightly hoarse.

My nipples leapt at the thought of that. I knew that he had always stared at me and then looked away self-consciously all through his teen years. And I knew that I had tried to avoid letting him know that I had caught him looking down my dress.

His lips found mine and his tongue searched. I responded, parting my lips and pointing my tongue out to meet his. The tingling surged from my tongue just like my very first French kiss. Everyone remembers that thrill, and how it fades over the years of marriage. A stranger's tongue brightens the feeling all over again. My nipples were standing hard against my soft bra and I wanted his hands to find them again. And they did. I pressed them into his big hands and he squeezed and lifted them and let his hands roam to every bit of my breasts, lingering along the crease under them and then returning to pay attention to my nipples jutting through the silky fabric. I sighed and urged his hands to continue.




Hot Summer Night



His tongue was deep in my mouth, a bit clumsily, but nice; the eagerness he was feeling made him seem rambunctious rather than like a perfect lover. But I enjoyed the rambunctious-ness because it was me causing his excitement. My body was making him hot!

We came up for a breath of air, but he clung to my breasts. I planted little kisses on his lips before I spoke.

"I thought I noticed you looking down my dress sometimes over the years." I giggled.

"Yes, and more." he said smugly.

"MORE?" I grasped his hands and leaned back.

"More!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well ... .... I hope I can tell you this ... without, well, you know. Once when I was about fourteen, you were looking for a place to change into your swimsuit. You came into the basement storeroom?"

"Yes ... "

"Well, you didn't see me but I was up on the top bunk of an old bed in the back of the room."

"Ohmigod, you weren't! I could have been put in jail for corrupting you. And you little sneak; you just laid there watching me?"

"Yeah! It was heaven!"

"And you saw?"

"Everything!"

I squealed in pretended shock. "I should spank you!" I laughed.

"I've been jerking off thinking of you ever since!"

I punched him lightly. "Stop! It's not fair! I haven't seen any of you!"

He thought about that a moment. "All the more reason to go skinny-dipping!"

"I can't do that!" I giggled. "My hair will get wet. All these clothes ..."

"Last one in!" he muttered, and opened the door, flooding me with light.

He walked to the grassy bank of the river and I followed him, my heels sinking into the dirt until I reached the grass.

He stood in the bright moonlight in a brilliant white T-shirt and jockey shorts jutting out with his dick. 

"I really can't!" I protested. "My husband will know!" 

I walked up to him and let him fold me into his arms. We continued the soul kissing and I pressed my tummy against the firm projection under his shorts.

"I should be home ... but this is such fun!"

I rubbed my hand across his broad firm back and then up his front to squeeze and fondle his nipples and the glorious muscles across his chest. Teddy fondled my breasts just as I was fondling his. My panties were drenched and he was making it even worse. His dick rolled against my mound. He lifted my skirt and his cock probed against me through the silky layer of my slip. Lightning rods of pleasure rocketed through me as I felt his fingers pulling my slip out of the way and then there was only the soft cotton of his jockey shorts between his hot dick and my curly triangle of dark hair. I closed my eyes in pleasure and he moaned into my ear.

I found a tiny hole in his t-shirt and slipped my nail into it. Like a tiger, I ripped a larger hole and pressed my breasts against his bare chess. We clung to each other and wriggled. Urgently, I unclasped the front closure of my bra and felt it snap apart. I sighed long and hard as the pleasure of his hairy chest against my nipples. I tore the hole larger still and then stepped back to snatch it completely off his body. We were laughing uncontrollably and I finally had him completely nude on top. We rushed back together, fondling each other hard with our bodies. My breasts rolled back and forth against his nipples and his dick felt huge against me.

He rolled my nipples between his fingers a little too hard and I winced with pain.

"Sorry!" He said quickly. "I can't help it. They make me crazy!"

"It's OK, don't worry." I said. "Do it more. I like it."

He bent to take my left nipple in his mouth while his other hand brushed the cup of my bra aside and cupped me, squeezing and touching and soothing the other breast. I was standing on tip toe and pressing close.

Slowly, I felt for the waistband of his underwear and slipped my long fingers under the elastic in the back first. Tickling a line across the crease of his ass, I teased with a light touch until he sighed heavily and pulled me close against my breasts. 

While he moaned quietly, I ran a finger up and down along the crack, feeling the texture of the taut youthful muscles. I pressed into the crease, gently exploring, fondling, slipping along against the smooth valley. I felt the roughness first and circled just at the edge of his anus, toying with it, temptingly close. Finally, I pressed the fleshy pad of my middle finger over his anus and felt him tremble against me.

"Do you like that?"

"Uh, yes," he gasped. I rubbed a little more and then grasped his cock and balls with the other. The jockey shorts felt deliciously masculine and his balls and cock filled my hand. I squeezed and listened to the sharp intake of excitement escape from tight lips as he squeezed my breasts very hard. I shrugged my breasts in his hands and nibbled his nipple for a moment then bit sharply as I grasped his cock a little harder.

"Ouch!" he said sharply. "Shit!"

"Shall I stop?"

"... (gulp) no!?" 

I knelt in front of him, kissing a trail down the center of his body. I tongued his bellybutton with lingering licks, then pressed my cheek against the line of hair running down his centerline until I found the band of his underwear. I could smell his manliness. I could smell the precum. The precum making his cock head sticky and slippery and ready for me. I inhaled his scent deeply and nuzzled the snug outline of balls and cock. I kissed from his left ball all along the shaft jutting up against his belly and found the blunt helmet, sticky and moist. A kiss brought another gasp from my young and beautiful stud. I caressed down the crisp curly hair of his massive thighs and put my tongue against the split end of the helmet.

"Ohhhh, Ellen!" 

It felt lovely and slightly naughty running the tip of my tongue up and down the slit peeking above the elastic band. It was beautiful in the moonlight, alone by the babbling stream at our feet. I looked up and saw that he was watching me. I smiled and exposed the head of his dick by pulling his pants down a couple inches. Slowly, I pulled them lower and reached inside to cup his balls.

"Ohhh, god!"

"You're so big!" I blurted out. "And, so pretty!" I said. His dick looked full and tense and important. It curved upward slightly and the head was sharply defined by the groove behind it. It looked deep and purposeful, though I didn't know what the purpose of the deep groove could be. I loved the way it looked, crisp and hard. He was so hard that it looked like one of those balloons for making balloon animals. But at the same time it looked smooth as a polished piece of ivory.

The head was dark in the moonlight, dark and menacing. It swayed before me beckoning me to do something nice for it -- or else! I knelt back and looked at it, still holding his balls in both my hands.

"Oh, take it." His voice was taut.

I pressed my lips against the head and slowly, slowly let it slide between my lips and sucked my lips down around the groove.

Teddy nearly screamed when he felt my mouth so wet around the head of his lovely cock.

"Careful ... I'll cum!" he said sharply, sounding like he was holding on for dear life.

I stopped moving my tongue around it and just held him, rolling my eyes up to look into his.

"Oh, my god, ... so good! Oh, please, .... please let me put it in!"

He pulled me up to my feet and I smiled into his eyes. Our tongues played together again and I heard him groan as he sucked on mine.

His hands pulled up my dress and his hands slipped into my panties for the first time. I urged my mound against him and felt the hot joy of his cock head against me.

I squealed as he lifted me off the ground, then wrapped my legs around his waist for support. Our kiss continued. and I felt him begin walking. The moist panel of my panties was pressed against the jutting cock head. It felt warm and firm and it was tempting. 

"Maybe we shouldn't!" I murmured while kissing pecking kisses over his lips and cheeks and clutching his head with my arms. He continued walking.

"What if someone comes?" I continued.

"It's going to be me." he said.

"I mean someone else," I giggled. "Someone who catches us?"

But he wasn't listening. He put my bottom on the hood of the car and pressed his cock into the soft folds of my vulva through my panties. We continued rutting against each other, still sucking on each other's mouths and our sex madly rubbing against each other. His cock felt just as big as it had looked. 

I was full of sensations. My breasts were jutting against the smooth muscularity of his chest. I was so wet ... I couldn't imagine ever being so wet between my legs. I felt vulnerable and softly open.

He reached between us and pressed a finger under my panties and into my vagina in one quick motion. I started slightly and gasped into his mouth.

'You like that; you like me finger-fucking you, Ellen? You like me fucking you?" His adolescent swagger was in the harsh words, but his voice was between a cry and a tender tone.

I clung to his neck and nodded as one finger became two.

"Tell me, bitch. .... I mean, tell me, Ellen."

"Finger-fuck me, honey. Yes, finger-fuck me! Feel what I am like, feel what my vagina is like inside. Touch me inside." I murmured. The fingers moved, slipping against each other, parting the folds of my vagina and I pressed against his hand.

"I have to fuck you. Let me put it in!" he pleaded.

I clung to him but he forced me back onto the hood of the car and I looked up at the starry heavens for a moment. But I wouldn't let go of his neck and he stood up again with my body still clasped around him. 

"I have to .... .... have to ... I want you!"

I felt his hard cock along the crease between my legs and scooted forward so that he could press between my legs.

He pulled my panties aside again and jammed his dick against the engorged lips of my vulva. The big head pressed against the wrong place and I said sharply into his ear, "Wait! Not there!" And then, another thought shot to the front of my mind. 

"Wait, wait, you can't put it in. You don't have a rubber on!" Even through the warm alcoholic haze, I thought of that.

He rubbed hard against me making fucking motions between my legs, his cock rubbing along the length of my vulva, the lips forming a soft crease for him. The car rocked with our fucking motion.

"Have to! ... "he cried into my ear. It felt nice and I hung on while he dry-humped my soft crease. My panties slipped aside so that the elastic was centered and one lip could feel his velvet skin and the other felt his cock through wet nylon.

I nibbled his ear and whispered over and over, "Cum, honey, cum, cum!" All too quickly he spurted between us. It was the powerful spurt of youthful excitement and some of it splashed warmly against my breast. I leaned back and tried to angle my pelvis so he could feel all of me. I humped back against his wild thrusting motions.

He stopped moving ... all too soon for me, but I felt such tenderness for him that it didn't mind being left hanging. 

I cuddled him close and he tucked his head deep into my neck, kissing me slowly, no longer the eager kisses of a rampant satyr, but the nuzzling kisses of a completely satisfied male. He pressed me back onto the hood and I lay staring up at the beautiful moon, low over the trees as he moaned happily and pressed his cheek against my mound. He moved against my panties, kissing and nuzzling and sliding his hands under my bottom.

"I need a swim! Are you coming?" he said, then kissed me one more time through my panties and stood up. He left me there unsatisfied under the stars. I smiled to myself, pleased that he found me exciting. The lingering thrill of his cum was still warm on my skin. I caused it! The excitement, the buildup of all that pressure and hot thick cum; then the feel of soft folds of my vulva had made it shoot up his long cock and splash against the under curve of my breast and then dribble into a stain on my dress. 

The tension of arousal remained as a dull ache just above my mound and I rubbed my panties there with the palm of my hand and curled my fingers between my legs. I felt happy in spite of the ache.

I heard the splash as he ran into the water, then his call back to me.

"The water's great, Ellen. Come on in. You can keep something on if you want. Remember I saw it all ten years ago!" He laughed loudly.

"Brat!" I answered, swinging my legs down off the hood. I found the stadium blanket in the back seat and slipped it around my shoulders. My purse lay on the seat and just as I was about to close the door, I rummaged a moment and took out the little package.

KEN:

Watching them, I felt close to throwing up. I had stayed too long already and seen too much to ever forget. He had shot his load and was all done. I realized they would soon be back in the car and driving away and I decided to beat a hasty retreat. As I looked around for the best way to creep away to my car, I saw Teddy stand up, pull up the white jockey shorts and stand before her rubbing his package with satisfaction. 

Ellen lay across the hood of the car, her white slip and her underwear gleamed brilliantly in the moonlight. 

"What time is it?" she said.

I couldn't help looking for my watch. 1:15 AM.

After moving through the bushes as quietly as possible. I ran down the road to my car. I wanted to be back at home before she arrived.

My tortured mind brought the images of moonlight lovemaking. It seemed my hands were tied. My own affair more than a year ago now made it difficult or impossible for me to take issue with Ellen. She had, at the very most evened the score between us.

I practiced the speech I would give to her young stallion. I would certainly be able to put a scare into him with the details of this evening's activity. The son of a close friend or not, I thought I could make this a one time affair.

Tossing the keys onto the counter, I opened the refrigerator for ice cubes and poured a long drink of Scotch. I took a long drink of it and pondered where I wanted to be when she arrived. I imagined how disheveled and stained her clothes would be as she crept guiltily into the family room from the garage. I turned out the lights and drank the tall drink.

A half hour became forty-five minutes and worry crept back into my mind.

ELLEN:

I closed the car door, trying to be as quiet as possible, and the interior light blinked out, leaving me in the moonlight with the sound of Teddy's splashing. It worried me that he was in the river, still with the alcohol affecting him. 

In the distance, a car started up, but it sounded quite a way off. I listened a moment but didn't hear anything approaching. We seemed to be completely alone.

"Teddy! Come out!" I half shouted.

"Ellen you come in!" he laughed a happy drunk's laugh. But, he soon appeared out of the deep and waded toward me, his hard cock still bobbing in front of him.

He came up dripping wet and threatened to hug me.

"You'll have to air dry," I giggled. "I didn't know I would need beach towels."

"Can I have your slip?"

"I suppose, if you want. It won't be much of a towel, though."

"Can I have your panties?" he smirked, demonstrating a little drunken adolescence was present.

"You are soooo naughty!" I laughed as I hugged him in spite of the damp skin, then offered the blanket.

"We might need that!" he taunted me. I nudged his ribs and we giggled together.

"I brought something." he said, walking toward the car.

He was soon back carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and four cans of beer in the plastic holder of a six pack.

"Denny thought we might need this!" He popped the top of a beer and put the others down. The wine bottle was three quarters full and Denny had been thoughtful enough to put a red plastic cup on it for me.

"That was sweet of Denny! But, do you think we need more?" 

He swayed slightly. "Can't hurt." He poured my wine and touched his can against my cup. "Here's to .... my wonderful Aunt Ellen! Who stuck by me through thick and thin, and now..... "

I looked up in anticipation of how he would end that sentence.

"And now ... a wonderful ..... " he kissed me and his tongue felt gentle as it sought entry between my lips. I opened my lips and moved my lips over the tip of his tongue.

"You're not going to say wonderful piece of ____ ...."

He giggled drunkenly and blurted, "That too!" and choked with laughter.

I jabbed his ribs and he calmed down and hugged me close.

"Getting late," I muttered.

"Nah!" He turned and spread the blanket, then turned and unbuttoned my dress. I didn't protest, but let him continue slipping the buttons out of the holes until my bra was once again in view. He slipped the dress off my shoulders and I stepped out of it and let him hang it on a nearby bush.

His dick had obviously recovered and was jutting out with its upward curve. He took me in his arms and let me feel the cock as it probed my panty line through the slip. He fondled my bottom and I snuggled against it, moving a little so that his helmet explored me. It tickled when he slid his hands under both my slip and panties and played lightly across the crease of my bottom. The tingling began all over again. With the dull ache above my mound from not cumming, it wasn't quite the same, but I trembled all the same.

"Cold?" he asked.

"No." I paused a long moment. "No, it feels nice. I like you doing that. Touching me like that."

"Like what?"

I grinned up at him. "Smart alec. It feels nice when you tickle my ass, then! If I must say it!"

"Oh!" he giggled into my ear and continued playing in my panties while I pressed against his lovely cock.

We stood like that for minutes, sucking each other's tongues, kissing, fondling. I had my hands lightly on his hips, just enjoying the narrow waist full of power. And as he sighed through his nose, I began pinching his nipples again, until he moaned quietly and his cock reared higher against me.

Teddy knelt in front of me. "I just want to look."

I smiled at him and slowly pushed my slip down over my hips and stepped out of it. I tossed it onto the bush with my dress and stood before him in panties, bra, garter belt, stockings and strappy heels. And enjoyed having him look. My nipples were jutting against the light bra and I was even more aware of the warm moisture between my legs.

"Let me watch you undress again, ... Aunt Ellen."

I opened my bra closure and my breasts burst the cups apart. I left the cups clinging slightly to the round curves of my breasts. Teddy gasped a little bit and he stared with hands slack on his thighs. As I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them, I took his hand for support. and noticed that his other hand was slowly rubbing his balls and cock.

"You are beautiful, ... still beautiful." he giggled mischievously. "You never answered if I could have your panties, Ellen."

"Not much of a towel. But, yes.

He leaned forward to kiss me on the dark thatch of my mound and I felt the thrill of a lover foraging in the under brush for my scent, his nose teasing the curly hair and his lips pouting forward to kiss me on the tip of my pubic mound. His tongue touched my crease and I shivered with pleasure, electricity racing up my body to my nipples.

We stood in the moonlight and looked at the moon, arms around each other's waist. We stood and basked in that special pleasure of being naked together. That special feeling of freedom and intimacy of touching and then being touched only by the cool fresh air and nothing else in the world. 

KEN:

I began pacing back and forth and staring out the window, watching in vain for her headlights. 

"Should I call the police?"

"Had there been an accident?" My stomach knotted again. I walked outside to the edge of the road and peered in vain down toward town.





Hot Summer Night



Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or otherwise is entirely coincidental.

This is my first submission...

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It had been a loooong hot day. One of those sticky hot humid days when the air feels really heavy, and you're just praying for some rain to come and relieve the tension. Gabrielle glanced at the clock for what was probably the fiftieth time today and was glad to see that she only had 10 minutes left until she finished work. She couldn't wait to go home and attempt to cool down by jumping in a cold shower and then collapsing onto her sofa in just her underwear with her big fan blowing away on full blast. She just had to quickly finish a few things off and clear away her desk, then she could get out of there.

She didn't have too far to walk home, but it was far enough in the sweltering heat of this particular summer evening that the humidity and tension started to become almost unbearable, so when it finally started to rain slightly Gabrielle was thankful and enjoyed the feel of the cool rain falling onto her tanned skin. She had just got back from holiday with her husband in Antigua. He had been on leave from the army during their break, but had unfortunately now had to go back over seas for three weeks. They both absolutely loved the Caribbean and tried to go as often as they could. Neither of them wanted to have any children, so were able to spend all their spare money on trips away and were already planning their next trip. They had particularly enjoyed Antigua though, because their resort had had a clothing optional beach. After they had got over their initial apprehension about going on there and getting naked in public, they never looked back as they had both found it to be a very liberating experience, not to mention great for getting an all over tan. After that they had gone on there everyday until their holiday ended, so Gabrielle now had a gorgeous glowing all over tan, much to the envy of her colleagues. 

As she continued walking home the rain started to get heavier, and the sky seemed to be closing in and getting darker. In the distance she could hear the faint but unmistakable sound of thunder. She quickened her pace to try to make it home before the heavens really opened up, but couldn't bring herself to walk too much faster in this still quite uncomfortable heat. Because it had been so hot today and also to show off her tan even more, she was wearing a tight short-sleeved white shirt and a little black skirt, so as the rain started to really come down, her bare arms and legs were getting quite wet which was at least cooling her down somewhat. 

Tom, a colleague of Gabrielle's, had left work a little while after her. He too had felt it had been a long day and was glad to be on his way home. His wife was working late tonight, so he was really looking forward to cracking open an ice cold beer and relaxing in front of the telly watching the rugby. Tom worked in a different department to Gabrielle, but their paths crossed every so often and they would always exchange pleasantries. As Tom was driving home he spotted her walking along the path just up ahead and he could see that she was getting soaked by the rain. You couldn't really miss her walking along and most of the guys driving past were checking her out. She was already a very attractive girl, but today she was looking particularly hot in her tight revealing clothing and especially now with her wet tanned skin glistening in the rain and her firm breasts gently bouncing away.

Tom pulled his car up beside her and wound down the passenger window. 'Hey Gabrielle' he shouted across to her. 'Do you wanna lift somewhere?'. She had seen the car pulling over and being a safety conscious girl had felt a bit uneasy and defensive at first as she couldn't quite see who it was, but when she realised it was someone she knew she couldn't hide her relief and the corners of her mouth crept up to reveal her beautiful smile.

'Hey Tom', she exclaimed. 'That would be great thank you', and there was that gorgeous smile again. She got into his car and was immediately grateful for the respite from the now very heavy rain. 

As Tom asked her where she wanted dropping off, he couldn't help but notice her lacy bra showing through her wet-through white shirt which was clinging to her ample tits. He also couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants when his eye was drawn to her hard nipples poking though her wet bra and shirt, probably from the friction of her wet bra rubbing against her nipples while she was walked. He had always quite fancied her. I mean, it was hard not to really, but as they were both married to other people he had always put those feelings to the back of his mind. This was proving particularly difficult right now though with her in his car looking so hot and he found he was becoming increasingly turned on. 

Now out of the rain and into Tom's air conditioned car, but still completely soaked through, Gabrielle was actually feeling a bit chilly and felt a pleasantly satisfying shiver work its way slowly down through her body causing her nipples to harden even more and culminating in a tingly warm sensation in her pussy. She was almost slightly embarrassed that her nipples were now so prominent through her shirt that she crossed her arms to try to conceal them, but at the same time she caught Tom's eye, then clocked his bulging crotch and realised he'd already noticed them and was obviously enjoying the view. 

She had always secretly had a bit of a thing for Tom. All of the other blokes at work flirted with her openly, but Tom had always remained professional with her which she had respected. In a way the fact that he didn't show that he fancied her at work had intrigued her and made her like him more. They had never been alone before now and she was enjoying the electricity and excitement she could feel between them. Not wanting this feeling to end, she uncrossed her arms to reveal her rock hard nipples to him again while looking him right in the eye. As they momentarily held each others gaze, it was clear they both wanted the same thing. 

Tom decided to take the initiative and turned off the main road at the next turning and headed towards the woods. Seeing this, Gabrielle smiled to herself and started lightly caressing her sumptuous cleavage with her fingertips. They parked up in a secluded corner of the car park outside the woods and Tom switched off the engine. Gabrielle's fingers had now eased her firm breasts out of her bra and were gently squeezing and pulling at her nipples. Tom couldn't contain himself anymore at the sight of this sexy woman pleasuring herself in his car and unzipped his trousers to get his raging hard cock out of his boxers.

Gabrielle's eyes widened and he saw that she was delighted with the size of his throbbing dick. Without a moments hesitation she leant over and slid her lips down over the head and down the shaft taking as much of his big cock in her mouth as she could. This forward move on her part took Tom aback slightly since his wife didn't even like giving blow jobs, but he definitely wasn't about to complain! Gabrielle slowly built the speed up until she was furiously working her soft wet lips and hands up and down his length, licking and sucking away, pausing only to look up into his eyes to make sure he knew how much she was enjoying it. Tom grabbed her long hair in his hand and pushed her head up and down deep onto his cock so she was now taking his entire length deep into her throat, which only served to make her moan with pleasure.

Still with one hand on the back of her head controlling the speed and depth of her sucking, Tom leant over and slid his other free hand between her shapely thighs easing her wet knickers to one side. His dextrous fingers worked in and out of her dripping pussy and played with her swollen clitoris until she couldn't take it anymore and had to feel his huge dick inside her. She climbed over to his side straddling him as best she could in the limited space of the car, and hesitated slightly as she looked him right in the eye again before very slowly sliding her pussy down onto his cock.

Tom couldn't believe how succulent and tight her pussy felt on his dick. It felt so amazing having her wet tight cunt sliding up and down his massive cock, taking every inch, that he didn't know how long he would be able to take it before he just had to let go and shoot his big load all over her.

They maintained eye contact throughout and kissed each other passionately both taking great pleasure in the sensation of her tight pussy working up and down on his swollen cock. She thrust her tanned bouncing tits into his face and made him suck her perfectly hard nipples loving the slight pain when he gave them a playful bite. 

Tom knew he couldn't last much longer like this so lifted her off and they climbed into the back seat. She knelt on all fours and presented her bottom to him. She turned her head back so she could look him in the eye again while he lifted her skirt up, pulled her knickers to the side and slid his throbbing manhood right deep inside her, taking her breath away for a second. He held firmly onto her hips and pumped away loving the feeling of her soft round ass pounding against him with every deep thrust. He was giving her a good rough fucking, which she was obviously enjoying very much as her pussy was absolutely dripping wet.

She reached down with one hand and played with her clit while he thrust his cock hard and fast inside her. She was relishing the sensation of taking his cock deeply from this angle so much that she wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer.

'I'm... gonna... come', she panted between thrusts. Knowing this only spurred Tom on and made him pound her even harder and faster. He was absolutely loving fucking her tight little pussy with his engorged dick and wasn't going to last much longer himself. With the increased pace she seriously couldn't hold back any longer and let out a loud moan while a powerful orgasm juddered through her body. Tom couldn't believe that her pussy was gripping his cock even tighter as she came and had to withdraw before he came himself. When she saw that his big dick was covered in her juices, she immediately turned round to be on all fours facing him so she could lick her pussy juices off and enjoy having his massive cock in her mouth again. Yet again he grabbed her hair and forced her head faster and deeper down onto his shaft so he was giving her face a good fucking. She was so turned on by this and still managed to let out muffled moans between thrusts. Knowing she loved having her face fucked by his giant cock which was about to explode any minute made Tom unable to hold back any longer. He shot his load while still thrusting her face and pumped every drop of his cum deep into her throat, which she swallowed with a look of absolute pleasure in her naughty eyes. 

After Gabrielle had swallowed the last drop of Tom's cum and licked his cock clean, they climbed back into the front and started slowly heading back home. After Tom dropped her off Gabrielle took a cold shower as she had originally planned, and collapsed on the sofa in her underwear. She checked teletext for the weather forecast and smiled naughtily to herself when she saw that they were expecting rain again tomorrow...



Hot Summer Night



My name is Mark and I live with my wife of twenty-three years and our eighteen year old daughter Julia in a modest, three-bedroom home in a small New England town. At age forty-three I have always maintained my athletic body. I am tall at six-five and weigh 230 lbs.

It has been a hot summer as we go into August. Julia and her best friend since grade school Hannah are making plans to start college in September. Over the years, Hannah and Julia have been inseparable. Either Julia is spending the weekend at Hannah's house or vice versa. During the summer Hannah stays here a lot because we have a pool in the backyard.

I don't know when I started to notice but both girls have turned into stunningly beautiful young ladies. They frequently lay pool-side in their thong bikinis and I take every opportunity to watch them from the upstairs bathroom window. I have, on occasion, jerked off while watching them lay in their lounge chairs. Hannah is the more attractive of the two at about 5'2" and less than 100 pounds. She has a perfectly shaped ass, very slim waist-line and small, pert breasts (perfectly sized for her). She has shoulder length blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a little pug nose that crinkles when she smiles. Her mouth is one that most any man would look at and involuntarily think about what he would like to put there. My daughter Julia is taller at 5'7" with a very slight build. She also weighs less than 100 pounds with long thin legs leading up to narrow hips, tiny waist and small breasts (but again perfectly sized for her slim body). She has fewer of the female curves than Hannah has. She has long dark brown hair with natural red highlights which she hates and wants to bleach to blonde. She has huge green eyes, a nose that had always appeared too large until she grew into it and a Angelina Jolie type pouty-lipped mouth which she can really pout-up if she isn't getting her way.

Julia has told us about some of Hannah's sex-capades with her long term boyfriend and how he wants to have a three-way with Hannah and Julia (that is not where this story is going). Julia has never had any long term boyfriend and she has never confessed to having sex but her mother read about her first sexual experience at age fourteen in her diary (....hey, that's a mother's job). We have never mentioned it to her.

On this particular night it is very hot and humid. My wife and I are asleep in our king-size, temperpedic bed. Even in the heat my wife sleeps with the sheet and blanket pulled up to her chin. She is lying on her right side faced away from me and snoring lightly. A fan is blowing the humid air around on her side of the bed. Sleeping poorly in the heat I am laying on my back with the sheet pulled up to my waist. In what seems like a dream, far away, I hear a sound that doesn't register right away but it is the sound of feet walking on carpet in the dead still of night. I open my eyes to the half-moon lit darkness of the room and see a crouched shape moving quickly across the room and ducks down behind the foot-board. There is no other sound or movement for more than a minute and I am thinking 'what the hell is she doing?' (I am not sure which "she" it was). My first thought was 'Julia is going for my wallet' on the triple dresser, but that doesn't make sense because the dresser is across the room closer to the door.

I pretend I am asleep and roll onto my left side as close to the edge of the bed as I can and while feigning sleep, look down the side of the bed to see Hannah crawling on her hands and knees up the side of the bed. Even in the dim light I can tell she is naked. My cock automatically starts to rise. Hannah makes her way slowly up the bed until she is half way. She looks into my face from that distance as I look back through partially shut eyes so she won't know I am awake. Satisfied that I am asleep she lifts the sheet and ducks her head under. My cock rises a little further as I contemplate what is going to happen next.

I feel her warm breath on the head of my cock and then a very light touch. After a few seconds I feel a light pressure all around the head of my cock and realize that Hannah has her mouth around the tip of my circumcised cock down to the ridge. I can feel her lips adjusting to the circumference of my cock. She is moving slowly, apparently thinking she doesn't want to wake me. After several moments she slowly starts flicking her tongue around my velvety cock-tip and my cock is now standing at full attention of 9". No more pretending I am asleep.

I lift the sheet and she turns slightly to look at me with her mouth still surrounding my cock head and tongue flicking. In the dim light I can see her smiling around my cock. Her little nose crinkling. At this point I figure that this glorious dream is over, but it was only beginning.

Hannah drops the sheet back over her head and I feel her mouth moving down my shaft about half way and then pull back slowly. She repeats this several times and starts to increase the pace. All I can see is her bare ass and the sheet going up and down with her rhythm. The sensation is unbelievable. I close my eyes and my whole world becomes my cock and what is happening to it. My wife snores on. After several minutes Hannah begins pushing my shaft further into her mouth and down her throat. When her little pug nose hits my pubic hair her tongue starts flicking my balls. I have never been deep throated before so by now my entire body is ready to explode and I couldn't care less if it does.

Hannah backs off and pulls my shaft all the way out of her mouth and flicks the velvety head several times. She raises the sheet and looks at me with a big smile. I am certain that the dream is over now but she moves over to my face and very quietly says "don't worry, we aren't done yet". With that, she moves back down under the sheet and starts blowing me again. This time she engages a rhythm that pushes her lips all the way down and all the way back up to the head ridge and starts picking up speed. I am trying to think of other things to make this fantastic blow-job last forever but I am losing that battle fast and I feel myself about to burst and the cum is coming all the way from my toes. Hannah is aware of the on-cuming flood but she keeps her rhythm and sucks as hard as she can when she is pulling off my shaft. As I start pumping streams of cum into her mouth, Hannah quickens her pace and is lashing my cock with her tongue. I am sure my eyes are flying out of my head, but I have to be still to avoid waking my wife. As the last burst of cum erupts, Hannah raises the sheet and looks at me and swallows everything I had given her with her lips still wrapped around my cock head. As my senses begin to return I listen to my wife lightly snoring and still faced away from me. Hannah drops the sheet back over her head and begins washing my cock with her tongue while I delightfully figure the most fantastic blow-job of my life is history.

As Hannah continues washing she pushes my semi-rigid cock back into her mouth and after a few moments of sucking on the head she pushes it deep into her mouth. I have noticed that my cock no longer responds as quickly as when I was a teen, but with this gorgeous girl hanging on the end, I am back up to steel-rod again in minutes. Now Hannah is working my cock with her mouth and both hands. This action is slightly moving the bed and I am praying it won't wake my wife but I am reassured that this bed doesn't translate motion well. The ad with the woman jumping on one side of the bed while the glass of wine remains un-spilled on the other side flashes through my mind. 

Still under the sheet, Hannah pulls her head back up the shaft to my cock-head and loosens her lips and puts her teeth lightly on the ridge. She lashes my cock-head with her tongue and then re-engages her lips and moves slowly down the shaft to her stroking hands. She pulls back to the head and repeats moving her hands in rhythm with her mouth. As I watch Hannah's beautiful ass and the sheet moving up and down in unison with the blow-job I move my left arm off the bed and put my hand between Hannah's legs and feel the wetness. She is soaked with juices running down her leg. I move my finger around her pussy lips and push my middle finger inside. With that, Hannah pushes back on my finger and pulls her head out from under the sheet. My mind goes rigid. Hannah is kneeling at the side of the bed with my finger in her cunt smiling at me and the amazing blow-job is continuing. What the hell?

I lift the sheet enough to let some light in and there is Julia's face looking at me with my cock buried deep in her mouth. She smiles with her Jolie mouth around my shaft and continues. 'Oh My God'. A million thoughts are going through my big head and the same number of sensations is going through my little head. 'I should stop this immediately', I think. As if Hannah is reading my mind she lifts herself off my hand and whispers in my ear "we are not done yet". It occurs to me that she said that before but I thought she meant "we" as in "she and me". I put my head back down on the pillow and succumb to the incredible ministrations to my cock by my lovely daughter Julia as she pulls the sheet behind her head and watches me enjoy her mouth. 'Man, she gives one hell of a blow-job,' I think.

As my second load of cum begins its ascension, I warn Julia what is 'cuming' by pulling back slightly. Her pouty lips stay right on my cock, continuing at the same pace as before with her gorgeous eyes locked on mine. I erupt with a restrained guttural sound deep in my throat, and every muscle is clenched, she takes the load with my shaft deep in her throat with hands pumping furiously. She is swallowing as fast as she can as I involuntarily lift my hips to shove my cock deeper into her mouth and Julia gags slightly with cum flooding in and my cock shoved deeper in her mouth.

When I am spent, Julia and Hannah both begin cleaning my cock with their tongues. Hannah finds some cum on Julia's lips and chin and gently licks it off. Hannah looks up and smiles at me and then shoves her mouth back down the full length of my cock and holds my still hard cock in her mouth while she lashes the full length with her tongue. 'Man, that feels good.'

After several seconds Hannah pulls my cock out of her mouth and pushes the head toward Julia who is sitting on the edge of the bed with her head only inches away from Hannah's. Julia takes my hard cock in her hand and rubs the head around her face and then with a smile on her face shoves my cock by her pouty lips and while looking me right in the eyes begins a furious attack on my cock. Lips, tongue, teeth and hands are flying.

Then Hannah touches Julia's shoulder and Julia's eye contact with me shifts to Hannah's face. Hannah says something to Julia but I can't hear what it is. With that Julia slows her attack and then pops my cock out of her mouth and backs off the bed in one motion. Hannah then moves to my face and softly says "I can't believe you are still hard". I responded as softly "I can't either". Hannah says "I guess we still aren't done yet" to which I responded "Let's go for it". 

With that Hannah lifts herself to her feet and rubs her tits in my face and then swings her ass around and sits down on the edge of the bed forcing me further to the middle of my side of the bed. The wife snores on. As Hannah settles up against me in the spoon position Julia moves up the side of the bed to the middle to get a better view in the dim light. I put my right hand on Hannah's tits and softly rotate the palm on her right nipple. It is already rock hard and sticking out a good half inch. I move my hand down her trim stomach to the finely trimmed pussy hair and begin softly stroking her clit. She is soaked. She reaches her right hand down to mine and moves it to her right hip. She then reaches around behind her and takes my cock by the swollen shaft and moves the head to her pussy and rubs it around the edge of her sloshing pit and with the head slightly engaged pushes back as I push forward. As I enter her teen-age pussy and start pushing deeper, her mouth opens as if to make some sound but no sound comes out. 

I am in absolute heaven as I begin pushing my cock into her tight cunt. When I am totally engulfed Hannah immediately starts to pull away and I get the message that she is ready to pick up the pace. I want so much to start hammering her pussy with my cock but I have to go slow to avoid shaking the bed. The slow fucking motion turns out to be fine for me because after cuming twice in the last hour I feel like I can do this all night. I never want this to end.

I place my right hand on her right tit and gently thumb her long nipple. After several minutes of the deep thrusts and pulling back to the cock head, I pull my cock all the way out of her cunt and then fuck her with just the tip for a dozen or so quicker strokes and then push my cock all the way to the base, Hannah opens her mouth again as I impale her and she holds it that way as every muscle in her body goes rigid and I can feel waves of orgasm coursing through her body. My cock is invigorated by the pulsing of her cunt. I continue fucking her as she relaxes from what turns out to be multiple orgasms. I am mixing up my movements so each thrust is a new sensation. I move my hand to her pussy and begin softly stroking her clit and I can feel my cock slipping into her cunt between my fingers. Very soon after the first cluster of orgasms, she has another one. When this one settles through her she turns her head and whispers "I have to stop. I can't take another orgasm like that without raising the dead." She slowly pulls herself off my cock, which is harder than it has ever been before, and slid off the bed to the floor getting tangled up with Julia who had positioned herself close to get a good view.

I turn over on my back and start to get up but Julia is now standing beside the bed with her hands on my chest pushing me back down. She put her finger to my lips for me to be quiet. She then climbs up on the bed and throws her left leg over my hips and leans forward to kiss me on the lips. She leans even further forward and shoves her pert tits into my face and starts grinding them. My tongue is frantically moving from one nipple to the other. Her nipples are as erect as my cock. She has small aureoles, about the size of nickel. After several moments Julia reaches between her legs and grabs my cock and aims the head at the sopping wet entrance to her cunt as she firmly sits down on it taking the entire length in one motion. I almost come to a sitting position as her ass comes down hard to the base of the shaft. She looks into my eyes and smiles. I slowly lye back down on the bed as this incredible sensation eases somewhat. 

The sex, the danger, the fact that my cock is buried in my daughter cunt as she smiles down at me is intoxicating. She starts lifting herself off my cock with her thighs and slowly sitting back down. I know in my big head that what I am doing is way wrong, but my little head is still in control so I just lye back and enjoy the ride. After about five minutes of this slow fuck Julia leans forward with her hands on my chest and increases the rhythm. I grab her slim hips and start lifting her up and pulling her down to match her rhythm with a firm up thrust of my hips as she descends. She throws her head back and she has a blank look on her face as if her conscious self has gone somewhere else. After a couple minutes she goes absolutely rigid as she sits up straighter and further lifts her head to look at the ceiling (or heaven). She totally stops moving as an orgasm washes through her. I start lifting and dropping my hips to help her maximize the impact. Her cunt is furiously grabbing my cock in spasm after spasm.

Hannah lays down on the bed behind Julia and based on the angle of her head she is tonguing Julia's rose-bud as her spasms continue until she collapses with her face on my chest. Then Hannah begins licking the base of my cock each time it emerges from Julia's cunt and then takes my balls in her mouth as I continue lifting Julia's hips on and off my cock with my arms while she recovers from her orgasm.

This new sensation on my balls is driving me to climax but it was coming on so slowly that it hurt. I released Julia's hips and gently begin tweaking her nipples as she resumes her up and down motion mixed with a little grinding that really seems to be doing something special to take her higher. I have been in Heaven for the last hour plus so I can't get much higher. With Julia grinding on my cock and Hannah sucking on my balls, my third cum of the night starts its march to a cataclysmic release. I could feel Julia tense up again in orgasm so I picked up the pace trying to blow my load at the same time as hers. Because this was my third cum in the past ninety minutes, and with my big head screwing things up with a thought 'I shouldn't be cuming in my daughter's cunt', I know I am not going to make it in time, as Julia's juices flood by the base of my cock, over my balls and into Hannah's eagerly sucking mouth. It seems that this load is coming from across the room. 

Julia pulls off my cock just as the freight train is 'cuming' down the tracks and now my cock is just flailing in the air. I sit bolt upright and grab Julia around the back with my left hand and pull her tits into my face. My right hand is frantically moving toward my cock to aid the arrival of my load. Julia wraps her arms around my head and holds my face to her tits. Before my hand can get to my cock, Hannah realizes what is happening and releases my balls and shoves her mouth down on my cock and starts her first thrust down the length of my shaft just as the cum train arrived in full force. 

Hannah tries to contain the load but starts gagging so she pulls her head off my cock only to get several jets of cum in her face before she aims it at her tits for several more. I am sure I died at that moment and slowly lay back down on the bed and just stayed there without moving. Julia climbed off me and then off the bed and came forward and kissed me full on the lips and quietly whispers "thanks daddy". I can't move and say nothing in response.

Hannah shoved my now spent cock back into her mouth and lashes her tongue around my cock until it is nice and clean. She pulls off my limp cock, looks me straight in the eyes and kisses the head of my cock and smiles with her crinkly nose before she moves off the bed. Hannah stands beside the bed near my head wiping cum off her face and tits and licking her fingers. She is in no hurry. When she is done she kneels down on the floor and kisses me with her cum covered lips and whispers "yes, thanks daddy" and then rose and both girls walked stealthily out of the room. I fall asleep and wake in exactly the same position with my wife now turned toward me and silently snoring. I smile to myself with the maximum definition of "WOW" flashing through my big head and roll over and go back to sleep.

THE END



Hot Summer Night



The mercury on the window thermometer flashed a bright 101 degrees. Jenna was already tossing and turning from her own inner-heat. Just a week ago she met a man with such devastating and intense looks she could not keep him out of her mind. Her dreams of him were so lusty it has kept her up for nights. 

Jenna a tall sultry dark haired beauty works part-time nights at a club in town. Being a full-time student and part-time bartender her social life can be rather null. While tending bar the other night a handsome gentleman sat quietly near the end of the bar sipping shots of tequila and not socializing much. Not that the women hadn't tried but, he just seemed uninterested. Each time he raised a tanned hand to summon her, she knew to grab tequila on her way. Jenna watched him as she poured his shots. He caught her off guard when all at once he stared into her eyes with his light flashing eyes that felt like he could see right through her. It startled her so that she over-poured his drink. Jenna blushed, apologized, and began to wipe the spill. He touched her hand and she jumped. He chuckled and exclaimed, "wow, I won't bite."

Jenna has never lost her cool at work. He didn't remove his hand from hers. He gently removed the towel, lifted her hand and kissed it. Jenna was still stuck! He introduced himself as Cayce still smiling at her loss of stamina. Jenna regained composure enough to attempt a nervous handshake and repeat her name. Cayce exclaimed what a pleasure it was to see such a beautiful lady and to know her name. Still holding her hand, he asked if she would join him for a late after work meal. Jenna's policy was never to date customers but, this one was the exception. She agreed and moved away to attend other customers. She felt his eyes on her the rest of the night. 

After the bustle of cleaning, closing, and locking up Jenna came from the back room glancing at the seat Cayce was sitting at and was almost relieved not to see him there. From over her shoulder she heard her name whispered. As she turned there he was tall devastatingly hansom and those eyes encompassing her whole body. A slight chill of excitement ran through her. No one has ever made her feel this out of control. She took a breath, gathered her senses and smiled saying, "OK, guess I'm ready lets get out of here." Cayce took her arm and they walked together to her car. He asked if his car would be ok here. Jenna looked over to see a very expensive imported race car. Um, she wasn't sure this car would but she knew no one would touch her little auto. She locked hers' and they drove off to a little bistro she knew near the ocean that was opened all night.

Cayce loved to talk, and to listen to all Jenna's stories. By the time they were finished eating and drinking their wine it was nearly five a.m. Jenna yawned, Cayce chuckled and remarked they he'd better get her home! Damn! Jenna thought..no I want to stay with you, talk more, laugh, and... Cayces' voice shook her from her thoughts. He had paid the bill and was standing holding out his hand for her to join him. As her fingers touched his she felt her knees weaken. Cayce noticed and placed a strong arm around her waist, his warm breath against her neck and ear enhanced the effect he already had on her. Jenna wanted to curl up into him. On the ride back to Jenna's car Cayce was chatting, and Jenna had fallen to sleep. Her head and body quite naturally leaned onto him. Cayce glanced down calling her name softly, but Jenna was totally asleep. He drove to her car tried to wake her but this girl was out. Cayce thought for a second, and took her to his place. Jenna still sleeping as he carried her up to his beach condo. 

He gently laid her on his bed removed her shoes, covered her and left. Jenna woke startled not knowing where she was. Then she remembered Cayce! Oh my..she flipped the covers back to see herself still dressed. She then tiptoed to the door to see where he was, as she was peering down a hall trying to be quiet a door opened next to her and in all his glory was Cayce! Fresh out of the shower and without a towel. Jenna took in his entire body and let out a small gasp. Cayce stepped out closer to her and again her cheeks turned pink. He laughed out loud at her and she had to laugh too. After all it wasn't as if she'd never seen a naked man before. But Jenna knew she'd never seen a naked man that looked this good! Cayce explained to miss sleepy head why she was here, and that he didn't want to wake her. 

Jenna was glad for the sleep, but now what! Cayce excused himself as he passed and grabbed a robe. He called to Jenna to join him on the sofa. He asked her if she cared for coffee, or something else. Jenna accepted the coffee needing something to take her mind off his incredible size. They talked more as he made the coffee and brought her a steaming cup. Jenna watched as Cayce sat and his robe opened around his broad chest. God she thought, he'll think I'm such a naive girl if he notices me. Cayce did notice and pulled Jenna closer, looking into her eyes telling her he's going to kiss her! Jenna melted, her lips parted slightly as she felt the warmth of his lips brushing hers. His kiss was tender and sensual. His mouth didn't want to leave hers as their tongues met and toyed with each other. His strong hands holding her waist and around her head, his fingers entangled in her hair, Cayce moved closer and began to kiss deeper and more passionately. He moved from her lips to her eyes, whispering how beautiful she was. Jenna's head was reeling all of her control was ebbing away. She knew she wanted him in every way. 

Cayce nibbled her ears, lavished kisses on her neck, making Jenna shudder. He stopped, looked into her eyes and together they went to his room. He lifted her and placed her on his bed. Jenna started to undo her buttons. Cayces' hands moved hers away as he undressed her. Slowly removing each article of clothing kissing each exposed part of her. Jennas breathing was shallow, she wanted him so bad! Cayce admired her glowing nudity. He leaned down cupping her breast kissing her mouth until her lips were puffy with excitement. Jenna could feel the heat and moistness growing between her legs. Cayces' fingers traced her body and his lips followed. When his fingers reached her thighs, without taking his eyes from hers her gently spread her legs. Jenna followed opening herself widely for him. Cayce knew she was ready and with the tip of his tongue and his hot mouth, he worked his way from her navel to her now wet clit. 

Jenna's fingers curled in his hair as his mouth sucked in her clit, and his tongue explored her deeper opening. She let out a moan of pleasure as Cayce inserted a finger and began stroking in and out of her wet cunt. Ohh, Jenna moaned, her fingers now digging into his shoulders her legs wide and thighs squeezing trying to push him deeper. Cayce continued until he made her shudder as she climbed to the peak of excitement. Jenna was arching her back, gasping ..she heard herself exclaim, "Cayce, god, Cayce,..I want to feel you inside me!" 

Cayce came up..kissed her deeply, and turned her unto her back kissing her neck, back, massaging her ass until she relaxed enough for him to spread her round cheeks to expose her tight anus. His mouth nipped each cheek, and his tongue gently slid down from her spine to her tight hot hole. Jenna had never had anyone do this before it felt so hot, so taboo! Cayce continued to tongue her in this way until her bottom was very wet. He circled her tight pink bud until Jenna was wriggling to meet his tongues thrusts. His strong arms held her as his tongue delved into her now pulsing anus. Jenna shivered, Cayce moved over her telling her he was going to take her. His legs spread hers, she was almost panting with anticipation. She felt his fingers now moist with lube rubbing her clit, sending waves of sexual pleasure through her. He lube d each opening well. She turned slightly seeing his enlarged cock. 

God Jenna thought, she's not a virgin but even his head was bigger than most. Cayce leaned and kissed each cheek and thigh, entwined his fingers in hers and with one thrust buried his cock head inside her wet cunt. He slowly pushed deeper until Jenna arched her back and made the rest of his shaft slide all the way into her. She cried out with pleasure and pain! Cayce then very slowly withdrew only to enter again with more lust. Each stoke brought both near their climax. Cayce still holding her hands fingers entangled groaning with his own pleasure at the feel of this wet, tight pussy! Both were panting and crying out their passion and lust. Jenna was ready to cum, but Cayce had other plans. He wanted this women in every way, he wanted to make her his. Cayce slowed the rhythm until he heard her breathing slow down.

He then withdrew his cock now dripping with her juices, and told her he was going to make her his! Jenna was still lost in her lust as she groaned for him to not stop! He told her he was taking her ass. Jenna pulled herself up slightly begging him to make love to her. His fingers found her clit and he rubbed furiously until Jenna cried out. Once more he closed his fingers in hers, sliding his wet slippery cock between her ass cheeks. Jenna arched again wanting him, wanting him to ravish her. He found her rosebud anus, now wet, lubed and wanting. Cayce slowly pushed just the tip of his engorged cock head into the tight outer ring listening to Jenna's sounds to guide him. Jenna cried out and muffled her cry into the pillow. At the same time she moved her ass just enough to push the entire cock head into her. Ahh, God, yess..Jenna never felt such sexual excitement. She relaxed as the initial pain subsided. Cayce groaned he loved her and kissed her face and neck as he entered her hot canal. 

As his shaft was sliding deep into her hot anal canal Jenna could feel every inch of him. He was ravishing her and taking her body and soul. Cayce now buried deep inside held still until Jenna began to buck and thrust her ass to meet his hips. He gasped at her tight heat! Cayce grabbed her hips lifted her and now savagely, passionately, took her ass! He was fucking her so hard she felt his sack smacking against her thighs. When he moved higher, Jenna felt his balls slapping against her clit! This drove her to the edge. She was gasping yelling his name, her juices were dripping down both their legs. Jenna was having the most heightened climax she had ever had! Cayce could feel the walls of her canal throbbing and squeezing the cum out of his cock! 

He wanted her to see him cum, just before he was finished he pulled out his hot hard shaft, flipped her over and Jenna reached out grabbed the base of his cock and pulled him to her mouth to catch his final spurts of their hot lust. Jenna surprised herself. She was never a prude but with Cayce she was totally uninhibited. Even though Jennas hot mouth sucked each drop from his cock Cayce remained hard. He kissed her and laid her back down, and entered her dripping cunt. Jenna felt herself climbing that peak again as Cayce fucked her gently, passionately. Jenna's eyes were closed as she drifted to that place..her arms wrapped around Cayces' strong shoulders. He was watching her face as she came. Jenna cried out arching and gasping as her pussy throbbed on him. As she slowly came down, her eyes opened slightly finding Cayce smiling and gazing into them with tenderness and love. 

They fell asleep tangled together both satiated and dreaming of the lustful night.



Hot Summer Night



Lara leaned on the windowsill staring out into the night. It was hot. Hotter then it had been in a very long time, and there was only the hint of a breeze to stir the white lace curtains that covered the windows. A full moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the landscape in a subtle glow, and she could see her surroundings quite well. It was almost midnight, and she knew he would be there soon, the thought giving rise to an even higher level of anticipation within her. The night had dragged out for what seemed like forever as she waited for her lover. She had been too long without the feel of him close to her. 

The lights of a car appeared around the corner and made their way to her gate, stopping in her driveway. Her heart beat a little faster as the sensation that had been slowly building in her loins all day, suddenly became a throbbing need. She could feel the increased moisture between her thighs, smooth and silky as she pressed them tighter together. She had to resist the urge to slip her hand between her legs and ease her ache before he finished climbing the stairs. Had it not been for her neighbours, she might have taken him right there on the landing. But then, the night was young, and she was in no hurry to see it end prematurely. 

As he stepped through her doorway, she opened her arms to greet him, her lips lifting to meet his in a hot, lustful kiss. Hungry tongues probed and danced between their mouths as his hands pressed hard against the cheeks of her ass, pulling her hard against him, the solid bulge in his pants impossible to miss. 

Swinging the old timber door closed behind him, she led him into the lounge room. Dressed only in a short, blue satin dressing gown, her breasts almost completely exposed as the slippery fabric parted over them, she kissed him again. Her hardening nipples pressed against his chest as she clung to him, her senses coming to life as she breathed in the masculine scent of him. 

"I have something you might like," she whispered, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom just across the hall. Inside, the tub was filled with warm water and covered in a thick blanket of white, lavender scented bubbles. She had placed candles randomly about the room, giving the room a warm, romantic appeal. The soft music playing in the next room filtered through on the steamy air, and the mood was set for an evening that promised romance. 

Slipping off the robe, she set it aside and indicated towards the tub. "Care to join me?" 

His smile was delicious and his eyes sparkled with the lust that Lara burned for. Stepping towards him, she pressed her naked form against him, reaching up to kiss him softly on the neck. Her fingers found the buttons on his shirt and began working their way down his chest, pulling the shirt free of his pants and peeling it over his shoulders. The feel of his bare chest beneath her fingers stirred her even more, but she was far from done. Her lips found his in a tender kiss, her fingers working quickly on his belt buckle and zipper. In moments, his pants were about his ankles and he stood before her in all his glory.

Lara was more then a little impressed, but then, she had seen him before, and knew what to expect. Even so, knowing what to expect did nothing to reduce the pleasure she took in looking at him. He was a man in every sense of the word, and she knew he would not disappoint her when it came to his performance as a man. The thought of how he had previously pleasured her left her panting and little flustered with anticipation. 

He stepped into the tub, sinking into the warmth of the water, letting all of the stiffness and tension of the day wash away with the suds. Lara smiled to see him so relaxed, stepping into the tub in front of him and lowering her body into the bubbles, and his waiting arms. 

Pulling her back against his chest, his strong arms embracing her, kissing the side of her neck with heated lips. Lara moaned softly, tipping her head back a little to grant him even more of her tender flesh. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine and a soft moan escaped her full and sensuous lips. 

Skilled fingers found her breasts, teasing and touching the sensitive areas around her hardening nipples, and her lips meeting his in another hungry kiss. She could feel his rock hard cock pressed against the small of her back, and she longed to feel him deep inside her. Pushing against the end of the tub with her feet, she rubbed up against him, feeling the length of him beneath her. 

Lifting her a little higher against himself, he reached for her legs, lifting one of them and hooking it over the side of the tub, opening her to him beneath the bubbles. His fingers reached for her, unfolding her, exploring her like a great treasure. Reaching behind herself, Lara wrapped her arms about his neck, holding herself against him while his hands worked their magic on her body. 

More soft moans escaped her lips as the pleasures he inflicted upon her continued, her body almost screaming for more. Turning over, she rubbed her breasts along the length of his body, lifting them until they were level with his face. Her legs straddled his hips, her hot, wet crotch pressing hard against the shaft of his swollen cock, but she was careful not to take him inside herself, not yet. 

As he took her tender nipple between his lips, she slid her hand between them and wrapped her fingertips about the head of his cock. It was so smooth, so rounded, and so perfect. She stroked it gently, moving her fingers in a circular motion to increase the sensation, and was rewarded with a soft, masculine moan of pleasure. His tongue returned the favour, flicking back and forward over her hard, dark nipple before sucking the entire area into his mouth. She squeezed the head of his cock a little harder and his mouth shifted from one breast to the other. Lara's pulse raced as she shifted on his lap. How easy it would have been to move just a little more and take all of him deep inside her. 

Lara knew that if she remained in the tub, she would be unable to keep herself from begging him to take her right there, so she climbed out, wrapping herself in a towel and leaving him to soak in the suds. No sooner had so stepped from the tub, then she wanted to climb right back in again. 

It was a physical effort to leave the bathroom and head for the kitchen, but she knew her man had other needs that she was more then happy to tend to. Pouring him a glass of wine, she returned to the bathroom and placed it in his hand. He thanked her with a kiss and relaxed back into the water. 

Lara went back to the lounge room and picked up the TV remote. Thirty-three channels, and not a damn thing on worth watching. Grabbing a pillow, she lay back on the lounge. She was tired, but she had waited too long to be with him again, so there was no way she was going to give into her tiredness. Not just yet. She had to find something to keep herself awake. As she moved on the lounge, she was reminded again of the ache deep within her. Moisture that had been washed away in the bath had returned and her thighs were now damp with the thick, smooth juices of her womanly need. 

Reaching down between her thighs, she traced a finger over her pussy lips, parting them slightly as she did so. The sensation was more then pleasant, and she could not help but rub the area a few more times. The moisture quickly coated her fingers as they slipped along her hot slit, pausing to dip into her well of love before continuing on to her throbbing clit. She had been horny all day waiting for her lover, and now that he was there, relaxing in the bath, she found she could wait no longer to relieve the tension she had not realized until now had been building up inside her. 

As her right hand massaged her swelling clit, her left went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching, twisting the nipple until it bordered on painful, then letting it go again. The extra stimulation was enthralling. She quickly became consumed by her own need for release. Her back arched and her head tipped from side to side as her fingers dipped deeper into herself. Her right leg found the back of the lounge, hooking over it, as her felt foot rested on the coffee table, her legs spread wide in the hot night air. 

Harder and faster she rubbed herself, her fingers slick with her own love juices. Small drops of sweat formed on her heated flesh, and soon her left hand joined her right, working together for a common goal. Two fingers filled her wet pussy as her other hand worker her clit a little faster. Soon a third finger was added, and then the fourth. Almost in a state of frenzy, she rubbed and probed, pushing her fingers deep into herself, almost to the point of fisting. Panting and moaning, her body twisting and bucking on the lounge as she worked her own magic on her body. She could feel the intensity building. Her legs began to tremble, her mind a blur of sexual ecstasy, and then she was there. 

Thick juices spilled out over her fingers as the inner walls of her pussy pulsed and contracted. Her right hand still moved slowly over her clit, riding the wave of her orgasm to the very end. Gasping for breath, she laid there, her eyes closed and body awash with the pleasure of her release. Slowly she pulled her legs together, savouring every ounce of the sensations that flowed through her body. How easy it would have been to drift away into the realm of sweet slumber just then. 

"Couldn't wait any longer huh?" Her man, wrapped only in a towel, leaned down over her and kissed her lips tenderly. His words were so soft and loving that they added to her feeling of euphoria. She knew he would not be disappointed that she started without him. By the look in his eyes and the size of his erection protruding from the towel, he'd been watching her, and she knew how much he liked to watch her pleasuring herself. 

Reaching for him, she pulled his body down to meet hers. "I have plenty more where that came from lover. I was just keeping it warm for you." 

He laughed, rolling onto the floor and pulling her with him. The rug was soft, but cool on the polished timber floor, and a welcome relief to the night's seemingly endless heat. Both towels fell aside as he pulled her naked form over his, his hands resting comfortably on the cheeks of her ass. "Damn, I missed you Lara." 

"I missed you too, Sweetheart." Her voice purred like a kitten, but she was more likened to a bitch in heat. Lifting her body a little, she placed herself over his impressive erection, sliding herself slowly down on him until he had completely vanished within her. He moaned softly as she enveloped him, lifting his hips slightly to meet her. She rested there a moment, giving her body a little time to adjust before lifting and lowering again. He filled her so completely, so thoroughly, it was more then enough to take her breath away. 

Placing his hands on her hips, he guided her up and down on his shaft as she rode him. Slowly at first, but as the tension and heat rose between them, so did the urgency. Lara leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders as she rocked back and forward, his hips thrusting up to meet her every movement. Faster and faster she rocked, his cock driving up into her, impaling her on his rock hard rod. The slick juices of her previous orgasm covered his shaft and ran slowly down over his balls. Harder and harder he pumped her, his hands now forcing her down onto his cock, driving so deep it flooded her senses with both pleasure and pain. 

With a deep groan, he thrust upwards and stopped, his hot seed pumping into her in thick jets, spilling from her and running down over his balls, mixing his juices with hers. His body shuddered a little, an involuntary jolt surging through him before he thrust into her again, draining every last drop of hot cum from his loins. 

Pulling her back into his arms, he cradled her there, holding her close as their sweating bodies cooled. "Did I hurt you, Baby." He always worried that he was too rough with her, but it was one of the things she liked most about the way he made love.

"No, Sweetheart. You were wonderful, as always." Cuddling in against him, she listened to the beating of his heart before suggesting they retire to the comfort of her bed, and sleep. The morning would herald not only a new day, but also a new surge of passion between them.



Hot Summer Night



"What the hell are you doing here? Who are you?" The tall sweaty blonde yelled. Her long legs glistening with muscle. Standing at 5,11 she was very intimidating and impatient looking. Captain of the soccer team she was infamous for her bad temper.

"What are you doing holding my panties? Were you sniffing them you little freak?" Holding pairs of white, pink, and light blue panties with one hand he started stuttering. "No uhmm I was putting them away for you, I mean..."

"Whats all the commotion in here?" Sandy her equally tall and athletic dorm mate entered the room. 

"This little pervert broke in here to clean our room he says." Jenine uttered snidely her perky tits poking thur her braless tank top. 

"Oh ya?" Sandy walks up to the young man who looks like he's just 18 out of high school. She thrusts her hand down his pants and grabs his throbbing penis. "Then why is your dick so hard?" "You sick fucker! you think you can sneak in here and play with our underwear?"

Embarrased beyond words he looks down ashamed of himself while Sandy glares at him. 

"How dare you sneak in here" she says as face turns red with anger. His eyes move up to check her out. She's a hot brunette with long wavey brown hair and green eyes. Her tight jeans are plastered to her shapely hips and her low cut sweater reveils a set of 38 DD's. 

"Answer her!" shouted Jenine

"I...I "he started to stutter again.

"Take your shirt off perv" Sandy commanded With her hand still gripping his thobbing dick he peeled of his shirt reveiling a boyish body that made the mature college women giggle.

"take your pants off too" 

"In fact take all your clothes off including your socks and underwear." Reluctantly he did as they requested hoping they would let him go.

"Put your hands on top your head" Sandy barked. He obeyed as she grabbed his hard dick again. " I could call campus security and you would be in some big trouble sicky.

"Please no. Iam sorry. It will never happen again"

"Shut up" yelled Jenine.

"What do you want to do with him?"asked Sandy. At that moment five drunk girls back from a party entered the room and Jenine quickly briefed them. They came up with a great idea. Fransesca was a black belt in karate and they decided to let her kick him in the balls as hard as she could. If he could stand it without falling over then they would let him go without calling security. With his legs spread and standing a few feet from the wall he held his hands over his head. Franseca tightend her black boots and inhaled deeply. She ran her finger thru her short butch hair cut then rubbed her hands togeather. All the girls watched this poor sap and were envious of Fransesca. They were all on the soccer team and wanted a chance to prove their kicking skills as well. Stepping about six feet back she charged forward and rammed her boot right up his crotch smashing into his balls. The pain thundered thru his body causing his eyes to bulge. Delirious from the pain he held his bruised balls as all seven girls laughed and cheered. Franseca was furious that he didn't drop. Jenine decided she would go next. Having been the star of the team and scored more goals then all these girls combined she knew she could drop him. She put on her soccer cleats and stepped back as far as she could. Then she ran forward and with all her might as she swung her mighty leg as hard as she could and slammed her foot into his pork and beans. He reached to grab his groin for a while then collasped keeling over holding his bruised balls. The girls jumped and cheered. 

"He failed his test, lets try something new" Jenine said sounding excited. She noticed that these five girls were pretty drunk and were all drinking beer. The fridge was full of beers and she thought of a great new plan. Lets drink a mess of beers until our bladders are full,and then will drink even more and then will take him to the shower and piss on him. 

After thirty minutes they were getting ready for his golden shower. He slunk in the corner but the girls would have none of that. The girls dragged him out in front of them. 

"We have a new idea. If you can jack off in front of us and cum all over yourself we'll set you free."

"You've got to be kidding" Franseca sneered. "It will be weeks before he can get a hard-on again.

One of the drunk girls named Nikki reached underneath her mini skirt and pulled off a pair of pretty pink panties and waved them in front of his face. The girls were laughing hysterically and soon his dick started to grow. Wendy lubed up his long pecker and started stroking it slowly as it gradually became fully erect. Nikki crawled over on the floor and reached over and grabbed his dick from Wendy's hand and started sucking on it. The girls crowded around in disbelief that after his abuse he could still get a hard on. Fransesca looked at his long hard dick hatefully as the drunk slut sucked it up and down. 

The drunk girl had been sucking his dick for almost fifteen minutes and making some of the girls angry especially Fransesca. Their bladders were in discomfort while he was ovbiously enjoying himself. Nikki started stroking his dick as fast as she could and finnaly he came exploding his white lava all over his stomach.

He knew he was still going to get pissed on because he hadn't jacked himself off. He looked at the clock and saw it was about one a.m. By this time these girls were totally wasted and still hadn't released their bladders.

"C'mon I've got to piss so bad I am in pain" one of girls pleaded. The perv knew this was his only chance. He got up and ran for the door and escaped running down the hallway completely naked.

"Oh shit he's getting away" Sandy hollered

All seven of the girls came after but were too drunk and barely able to run. Jenine was the only girl that might be able to retrieve the runaway perv. He made it out the front door as Jenine closed in behind him with the angry mob trailing behind. 

After about a hundered yards over the grass the perv tripped and landed on the dry summer grass. Jenine tackled on top of him and before long all seven of the girls showed up and were taking their shorts and pants off. They rolled him on his back and soon their piss was spraying down on his body. Fransesca was sitting just above his face. She held her bladder for so long that she couldn't get it going, but once it started it gushed out like a firehose. Wendy was on his chest, and Sandy was sitting across his stomach. They were all drenching him in hot piss at the same time and soon it covered his entire body. After all the girls showered him with their hot urine they got dressed and headed back to the dorm. He walked home with their urine all over him while clutching his aching balls. Luckily know one saw him. 



Hot Summer Night



Summer break. It was the summer between my senior year of high school and my freshman year college. I didn’t hate high school. I had a lot of good memories with my best friend Don. We weren’t unpopular, but we were far from part of the “cool” crowd. We rarely got invited to parties, and even worse, we never had girlfriends. At least we weren’t the guys who got picked on by the jocks. I was actually a member of the track team, so I earned a certain amount of acceptance with the cool crowd. Just not enough to be a full-fledged member.

As I was lazing around, reflecting on my life, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Curt, it’s Don. My parents are out of town all weekend. Want to hang out?”

“Sure, I’ll be over in about two hours. OK?”

“Cool, see you in a bit.”

I enjoyed hanging out with Don. He had been my best friend for over seven years. He was laid back, and never cared about his social status in high school. He could have been an excellent athlete, but never played on a team. Instead he always had a job after school. As a result, he practically had a mini-bachelor pad in his parents’ house. A huge TV, VCR, video games, and a top notch stereo system. Don was fun to hang out with not only because he had a lot of nice “toys”, but also because he was fun to talk to. 

I showed up at Don’s place at 4:30, Friday night. We ordered out some pizza and decided to just hang out and watch movies. We headed up to Don’s room after we finished the pizza. 

“What do you want to watch?” I asked Don.

“I don’t care. Go ahead and see if there is anything in the cabinet you want to see.”

I opened up the cabinet in Don’s room that stored all his videotapes. I checked out his collection of movies. Then I was a bit surprised to find a few adult videos. I pulled one out and looked at the cover. Don turned a bit red and was a bit sheepish when he realized he hadn’t hidden his adult videos. He was trying to figure a way to cover-up that he had it, but it was too late. 

“Busted.”

“Yea, I got a few. If you want to watch it, we can.”

“Sure, put it in”

Don had a nice big double bed. I lay down and propped myself up with a pillow. Don put in the tape and lay down next to me, also propping himself up with a pillow. We sat there watching the movie, commenting on the actresses. At first it felt a little uncomfortable. I had seen porno movies, but never watched one with another guy. But, I started to feel more comfortable. Don is so laid back, you can’t help but feel at ease around him.

“I’d love to do that to Angie Smith.” Don commented on a girl from school as the couple on the screen fucked.

“I’m a bigger fan of Leslie Harris.” I replied.

“Well,” Don laughed “We can wish all we want. It looks like it will never happen.”

“Yea.” I said dejectedly “Our sex lives weren’t the greatest.”

“You’ve had sex?’’ Don asked.

“No, unfortunately.”

“Yea, me neither.” Said Don. “Fuck, I’d love to try it.”

We looked at each other. Two horny guys alone watching porn. We could both see we had hardons under our shorts. We were both thinking the same thing.

“What are you thinking, Don?”

“I’ve never tried it. I want to try it so bad. You want to try it, Curt?”

“Um, I’m not gay. But I’m turned on. I’ve never tried it. What do you think?”

“Well, I’m not gay either. I’ll suck you if you do the same for me, Curt. You have got to promise me never, and I mean never tell anyone ever.”

“As long as you never tell.”

We sat there for a minute, not sure if we should go through with it or not. We were both nervous and turned on. We were both breathing hard. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Then Don rolled over on top of me. I could feel his hard cock pressed against mine through our shorts.

“I’ve thought about asking you to try this before, but I was too scared.” Don said. “I promise not to tell anyone. It’s our secret.”

Don rolled off and started to get undressed. I hurriedly pulled off my clothes. We threw them in a pile on the floor. We were lying on Don’s bed, totally naked and hard. Don shifted onto his side and reached over, wrapping his fingers around my hard cock. I was breathing hard and shaking a little as Don slowly rubbed up and down, jerking me off. Clear precum started to drip from the tip of my cock.

“Wow, I love it when my cock leaks like that too. You must be turned on.” Said Don

I could barely talk. I could only gasp, “Yes”

I just watched as Don rubbed up and down my hard cock. He gently squeezed my hard shaft and more precum oozed from the tip. It made it more slippery as he rubbed up and down. 

“OK Curt. I’m going to try it.”

Don stopped rubbing and held the base of my cock. His thumb and forefinger made a ring around it. I was shocked as he brought his mouth to my hard prick. He started by licking the head. It felt incredible! Warm and wet. He licked up and down the shaft of my cock. All I could do was gasp.

Don brought his mouth to the tip of my cock. He parted his lips and slid my hard cock into his mouth, gently sucking as it slid in. I watched as his lips stretched over the rim of my head, down my hard shaft. It felt warm and wet. I could feel his tongue sliding over my cock as it filled his mouth.

Don’s lips slid back up my hard shaft. My cock was glistening from his wet mouth. He started to build a rhythm. His lips sliding up and down my hard cock, sliding his tongue against my cock and sucking as he slid back to the tip.

My nervousness went away as Don sucked my cock. It felt so good. I relaxed, watching Don suck up and down my hard cock. The bed made slight creaking noises as he bobbed up and down, and Don made sucking noises while I was breathing hard. I couldn’t believe we were doing it, but it felt so good. It turned me on to watch Don suck my cock. I was surprised how comfortable I felt doing this with Don.

I could feel my balls and cock tingling. I was breathing harder and moaning a little louder. My hips began to gently push up and down. I was getting close to cumming.

Don could tell I was getting close and kept sucking. His lips sliding up and down my hard, wet cock as my hips started to thrust up and down faster.

“Uuuuuuuuughhhhh!!!” I moaned loudly. I shot a long stream of cum in Don’s mouth. He jumped as my cum filled his sucking mouth. He flicked his tongue over my hard head as streams of cum splashed on his lips. White cum was dripping from his lips and chin. 

“That was great!” I gasped.

Don got on his knees on the bed and leaned back, pushing his hips forward as his hands supported his weight. His hard cock was bobbing up and down as it throbbed. The head was covered with precum and it was dripping down his shaft.

“Oh Curt, I’m so turned on. Make me cum too.” Don gasped.

I knelt down in front of him, so his cock was right in my face. I was on my knees and balancing on one of my elbows. I started by jerking him off. My hand sliding up and down his slick cock. He was dripping lots of clear precum. His cock felt warm and hard in my hand. It felt wild to touch his cock. I could feel it throbbing in my hand, but I wanted to feel it throb in my mouth.

I brought my mouth to the tip of his cock. Tentatively, I started to lick the head. Circling it with my tongue. It had a salty, yet sweet taste. I slid my lips over his hard head, filling my mouth with his prick. I could hear him gasping as his hips pushed forward. I could tell he wanted to cum, and it wouldn’t be long until he did.

I was on all fours in front of Don. My lips were sliding up and down his cock. My tongue was sliding against his cock as it filled my mouth. I gently sucked as my lips slid back up his shaft. Up and down. Sucking and licking. He was moaning and his hips were moving forward and back. Don’s cock felt warm as it filled my mouth. I could feel it throbbing.

I bobbed up and down for a few minutes. I was surprised at how much it turned me on to suck my best friend. I could feel his cock getting even harder and pulsing. He moaned loudly as a warm burst of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed the first stream, and continued sucking up and down as he came in my mouth. His cum dripping from my lips, down my chin.

We were lying on our backs, enjoying the feeling of losing our virginity together. 

“Curt, you have got to promise not to tell anyone about this.”

“Don, you have my word. What are you thinking?”

“How great that felt. How I realize how much I trust you.”

We fell asleep on the bed together that night. We both realized we had opened up a new aspect of our friendship.



Hot Summer Night



Arriving in Texas on a business trip, there is word waiting at my hotel that you are staying down the street. I check in and get settled, then call you to make plans for dinner. Back downstairs, I climb into my rented pickup, and swing through the drive through at local Chinese restaurant. After stopping by a liquor store, would swing by in my truck to pick you up and drive out into the sands. 

Since it is a warm night, we decide to strip down to our skivvies and have a picnic dinner in the back of the truck. Feeding each other dinner, and sharing some wine, we begin to become aroused. Light wine-flavored kisses change to passionate embraces as our tongues dance to the sound of our heartbeats. I pull you into my arms and we fall back onto the blanket containing our dinner, rolling over the food and stuff in our passion. Our hands cannot get the few remaining pieces of clothing off fast enough, and we end up tearing off your bra and panties and my boxers. 

The first time is hot and fast, with my hard cock easily sliding into your super wet pussy. Kissing you deeply, we fuck like animals in heat until we cum together, our moans of pleasure echoing off the far off mountains. 

I roll off of you, and you cuddle in beside me and run your fingers through the light hair on my chest. We kiss tenderly as we regain our breath, the moonlight reflecting off the fine sheen of sweat on our skin. Lying back watching the stars, I begin to lightly run my fingers over your soft skin, up and down your back, then your arms, finally reaching out to caress your breasts. 

As I run my fingertips around your nipples, they begin to harden, drawing my touch like a magnet. I take one between my finger and lightly pinch and pull on it. Your hands are doing the same to me, and we are starting to breathe heavily again. You roll on top of me and we kiss, a deep, wet passionate kiss. With a knee on either side of my body, you sit up and I reach out both hands and fondle your tits, rolling your hard nipples between my fingers. 

I sit up and take one into my mouth, licking and sucking, lightly biting on it. Your nails are running up and down my back as my cock begins to harden and throb, trapped between our bodies. You push me down and slide down my body, licking your way from my face to my nipples, flicking you tongue over them. 

Continuing down you lick across my Buddha-belly, finally reaching my cock, which is now completely hard. Taking it in your hands, you flick your tongue out to lick off the pre-cum from the head. Chills run through my body as you run your tongue the full length of my cock and then take it completely into your mouth. Sucking and licking my shaft, taking my balls into your mouth, until I can't take anymore. 

I pull you up to me and kiss you deeply, rolling you over onto your back, and kissing down until I reach your sweet pussy. Using my fingers, I pull open your lips, and run my tongue between them. I can taste our mingled juices from earlier. I slide my tongue deep inside you and feel your pussy muscles gripping it. Pulling out, I lick up to your clit and rapidly flick my tongue over it, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Sucking it into my mouth, I slide two fingers into your dripping cunt and just let them fill you. I kiss my way back up to your breasts and lick and suck them as I begin to move my fingers in and out of your tight pussy. 

You pull my face to yours and kiss me then whisper into my ear that you need my hard cock inside you. Spreading your legs wide, you reach down and guide my throbbing prick to your pussy, and place the head just inside you. I lean in and kiss you as I shove my full shaft deep into your pussy. You wrap your legs around me and hold me still, as I feel your pussy contract in a powerful orgasm, your moans of ecstasy music to my ears. 

As you begin to come back to your senses, I start sliding my cock in and out of you, your hips rising to meet my every thrust. We continue to build up speed and passion, our fucking turning from slow sweet lovemaking, into a raw passionate coupling much more appropriate to our location. As we both reach to point of no return, I thrust one final time, deep into your pussy, and cum. Feeling your pussy grasp my cock as you cum again, our juices mixing and running out of you onto the blanket beneath us. In the distance, a coyote howls at the moon, matching our cries of pleasure. 



Hot Summer Night



The room was stifling hot, there wasn't even enough air moving to stir the sheer curtains hanging lifelessly over the fully open window, on most nights during the summer there was at least a half hearted breeze that relieved, to a minimum degree, the heat of the small bedroom where she lay sprawled on her bed. It was mid July, and she could be forgiven for having her window open as she did, the building where she had lived for the better part of a year, did not have air conditioning, and for almost the entire time she had been in residence, she had threatened to move to another building, one with that sublime luxury, central air. Of course, she wasn't going to move, not because she couldn't afford to, she could, and not because she was lazy, no, she was as ambitious as anyone she could name, but for the simple reason that this apartment was a quick five minute drive from Master's home. 

He liked having her close to him, close enough that he only had to make a quick call and she would be waiting and ready for whatever adventure he had in store for her next. He said he liked being able to go out for milk, drive by her apartment, and stop in for a kiss, and he did that often, and almost every time he did, she received a lecture about the open window. He was afraid for her safety, this city was new to her, and she had been raised in, not only a different place, but truly, a different world, open windows were acceptable in the smaller city where she was raised, here, they were an invitation to things she didn't want to contemplate. Each time he spoke to her about the window, she closed it for him, but each time he left, she re-opened the window to let the fresh air in, she needed to breathe in that freshness, otherwise, she felt as if she was drowning in the humid air of her apartment. She knew it angered him that she didn't seem to care about her safety as he did, but she couldn't help it, in this one thing, she would defy him, even if it broke her heart to do so, after living in a home, a true home all her life, the small apartment felt like a closet, and she felt caged if the window was closed.

Tonight, he had left with an ominous warning that had made her whimper in his arms, he had whispered that little girls that leave windows open at night in the city, sometimes pay with things more precious than they can afford to give. She tried hard to defend her actions, but he held her chin, stared into her wide blue eyes and whispered that he loved her far too much to lose her and that she had best start protecting his most precious possession with more vigilance or he would start punishing her for the transgression. She could only nod at his words, telling him softly that she loved him too, aware that it had been the first time those words had been spoken between the two of them, she knew he loved her, but they'd not said it before. He nodded once more, kissed her until she was absolutely breathless and quivering, he whispered in her ear to cum for him and when his hand cupped her pussy, he growled in pleasure as she soaked his fingers.

The mind is a curious thing, she knew full well as she crawled onto her bed to sleep this night that her act of defiance was to show him she was stronger than he thought, that she was safe, that nothing was going to happen to his little girl, and that she was utterly foolish to leave the window open, but even though she had tried, she simply could not do it, not in this heat, tomorrow, tomorrow she would buy a fan and then she would start closing her window each night, but for tonight, the window stood open. She fell into a troubled sleep, caused not only by the heat, but by the weight of guilt on her mind as she knew she would pay dearly if he happened to find out that she had once again, slept with the window wide open. Her sleep was disturbed several times in the first few hours of the night, each sound, whether near or far had her awake and peering into the darkness in search of it's origin, when the search proved futile each time, she lulled herself into a sense of security and finally, slept deeply.

He parked in his usual spot, it was a brazen act, but he was not known for hiding and he wouldn't hide tonight, the neighbors would see his car and assume that all was right with the world, he was in the arms of his woman and they wouldn't suspect the true nature of his visit. His girl was going to get the lesson of her life, he'd tried talking to her, he'd spoken until he was blue, and even tonight, his dire warning fell on deaf ears, he'd watched her close the window, promise him with all sincerity that she would leave it closed and then, after she thought she was in the clear, she had re-opened the window, stood there in that skimpy little nighty that she loved so much, arms wrapped round her waist, staring into the night, lost in thought. He understood her point of view, which was why he had taken so long to act on his first desires to punish her for disobedience, she was his life, his love, and she was being cavalier with the life he would happily lay his own down for.

He strode across the parking lot and instead of going up the path that would lead to her door, he crossed the lawns to the window that she had left so foolishly open for anyone to climb through. He knew she would be sleeping by now, or at least making a valiant attempt, he truly hoped her conscience would wake her and force her to do the right thing so that he could go home and leave her to her dreams, knowing she would come to him in the morning and confess her struggle and ultimate triumph, but even though he watched her stir several times, she did not get up and close the window. Part of him was sorely disappointed in the woman he loved for her actions, but another, darker part, was eager for this night to happen, he had, in the back of his mind, wanted this to be the outcome of their power struggle, he wanted her to be strong enough to defy him in this way, for then he could show her exactly what the consequence of such actions would be.

The moonlight danced over her ivory skin as she lay on her belly across the bed, her long legs were spread wide and her arms draped over her pillows, her red hair was both strikingly bright and deeply darkened by the shadows and relief's of the night, in some cases the copper gleamed like a new penny and in others, the color was almost that of blood. Her features were almost hidden by the silken fall of her hair across her face, leaving her pouty lips the only feature truly visible, her eyes and nose concealed by the heavy mass. The rest of her body was displayed almost as if by an artist seeking to paint, one knee was bent to bring her leg up to her side, the other stretches out so that even though her smoothly shaven pussy was bared, it was not done with the vulgarity of a b-rated porn flick. The bend of her knee curled her body and raised her ass just a little from the bed, letting the moonlight dance over the soft curves of her body and play along her spine. She was deeply asleep now and the intruder standing at the end of her bed could study her at his leisure, taking in each of these details and many more.

He could, he imagined, stand where he was in the silence, for hours but that was not in his plan, he had crept through the open window with one purpose in mind, to show his little girl how grievous her error had been, how defying him in this manner would prove to be her biggest mistake, he was going to tie her up, which he knew she disliked, and rape her in every manner he could before leaving her 'til morning, when, after he had a relaxed breakfast, he would make his way back and "rescue" her. He decided his plan was flawless, he'd thought of everything, he knew her deep need to submit would keep her silent because he would demand it, he also knew that he could not gag her or she would panic and likely pass out from the terror, and terror was not the exact goal he was aiming for, not complete terror anyway.

He carefully closed the window after laying out his things beside the bed, arranging each item so that he could pick them up as needed, first he lay his knife on the floor, and then some lengths of rope that he'd cut up just for tonight, and finally a blindfold, it wouldn't do for her to know it was him too early in this night's adventures. She stirred a little and then slowly rolled almost to her back, for a moment, he watched, transfixed by the unconscious grace of her movements, he'd fallen in love with her in large part because of how easily she lived in her skin, she wasn't vain, though she had some reason to be, and she was utterly unaware of the affect she had on those around her. He stood still for a heartbeat and then remembered the anger that had been building at her continued defiance of his simple requests to keep her window closed, then, for another heartbeat of time, he let that anger build, reminding him why he was standing in her room in the middle of the night, and after even another moment, he made his move.

He first pulled a ski mask from his pocket, and slipped it over his face, it was a precaution so that in case she woke up in the first moments, she would be more confused and disoriented, and she wouldn't recognize him, when that was completed, he poised himself over the bed and then with only a brief flash of conscience fell onto her hard, grabbing her wrists and pinning down her legs, his voice was low and harsh as he spoke, telling her very quietly to be still and to not make a noise or he would gag her. She awoke to the sensation of weight, her first thought was to scream and when he told her to be quiet or he would gag her, she stilled the noise in her throat and threw herself into the action of fighting herself free. His hands were on her wrists, his grip painfully tight but she tried to claw at him anyway and even though she was much smaller than him, she pushed her heels into the bed and bucked her hips under him to try and toss him from her body, in her mind she knew that she belonged to one man and this stranger would not have even a taste of what was his.

They fought with each other for what seemed to her like hours, she was unwilling to concede to his superior strength but in the end, he wrestled her into the position he wanted and reached down beside the bed for the ropes he'd lain there earlier, tying her hands to the headboard, blindfolding her and then, after propping her up at the belly with pillows, tying each ankle to the footboard, splaying her out in a vulgar fashion. She was shocked at the idea that he had tied her down, horribly aware that she was displayed for this stranger in a way she had only ever been displayed for her master, she began to softly cry and beg for him to reconsider the action he was about to take, her only answer was a sharp crack across her upturned ass and then the single word, "silence." To her utter dismay, she complied, falling silent while trembling in terror at all the things running through her mind, praying that this man changed his mind, that master would save her, that she had done as promised and left the window closed. In the next moments she could only breathe and wait and hope, but that hope was dashed when he leaned in by her face, her heart stopped when she felt the cold steel of a blade at her throat, his whispered description of what would happen if she made a sound chilled her heart.

He had a moment of conscience, she was so scared, he had never ever wanted to see the fear in her that he could now, but his resolve was steeled when he thought about the fact that she could actually be killed by someone in this very way, the lesson would be learned tonight and learned well, though, his plan was changing, in his heart of hearts, he knew he wouldn't leave her alone after, he would reveal himself sooner, he would let her know that this was not random, that this was deliberate and a lesson she would never forget, with that thought in his mind, he slowly stripped off his clothes. Each piece of clothing dropped to the floor, he fumbled briefly with his jeans as his cock had hardened almost without him noticing, making him more than aware of his own excitement at her predicament, his eyes roamed over her form, knowing she was not yet excited, but terrified made him nearly growl with need, wanting her to understand his passion for her, his love and his fierce desire to protect her from even herself.

She remained silent, listening to him, knowing he was taking off his clothing, aware of the sound of zippers coming down and clothing hitting the floor, she whimpered faintly and then bit her lip, trying so hard not to cry out, to plead with him for her escape, and slowly becoming aware of her nipples pressed to the bed, tight with a disgusting sense of anticipation, she made an anguished sound low in her throat at the knowledge, dreading what was to come, feeling her stomach heave at the thoughts in her confused mind. He watched her another long moment and then casually made his way over to the bed, leaning down and whispering at her ear, a smile creeping over his face as she whimpered and mewled like a kitten, sensing that deep within his beautiful slut's mind confusion was building, maybe she was somehow aware of who it was that was touching her, his hand so familiar on her body, maybe she was just so much his slut that being fucked, raped, by anyone would excite her, he paused, no, he knew better, somehow, she knew in her heart that it was him.

His hand came down onto her pussy, a crashing blow that almost forced all the air from her lungs, a cry spilled from her lips and tears began to trickle from her tightly closed eyes, he spoke and she didn't hear, his hand came down again and to her horror, he laughed, she wasn't so unaffected as it had seemed, this slut was wet, and getting more wet by the second, his hands came down, raining fierce blows over her ass and pussy, spanking her with a steady motion that had her body bouncing on the bed. She didn't even notice the change in his position until it was too late, one moment his hand was coming down over her ass and the next, he was behind her and driving his cock as deeply into her pussy as he could, one hand sinking into her hair and the other continuing to rain blows on her body, in that instant, she understood the difference between fucking and being raped, she still only made choked sounds, barely breathing as he raped her hard, fiercely pounding her body, his voice echoing in her mind, the names he called her painful instead of pleasing as when they came from master. The brutality of his raping could have been worse she knew, he could take her ass, he could hurt her in ways that would have her begging for death, but he was, in some ways, taking it easy on her, which, in the confusion of her mind, made her pause.

He was loving this, her terror did not stop her pussy from getting wet, and it held it tighter that her body was so tense from fighting, he drove into her repeatedly, calling her a whore and slut, handling her as roughly as he could without truly hurting her, hoping in the back of his mind that she didn't notice that care yet, but aware that even in his desire to punish, he would not hurt her. His cock plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy, bruising her without remorse, making her body shake and quiver, and before she could stop it, she cried out a plea, it was soft and he almost missed it, but it was unmistakable, his slut just begged to cum, to release, he had raped her to orgasm, but he denied her that pleasure, told her that she was not allowed, that nothing but a dirty cum slut would cum from being raped. She sobbed then, and even without that permission, still believing this man to be a stranger, her body exploded, her heart ripped in two because she knew he was right, feeling less than human, she began to fuck him back, driving her body onto his, fucking him as hard as she could in the position which he'd tied her, chafing her wrists, hurting herself in her own form of punishment.

He let her continue for a little while and then he sank his fingers deeper into her hair, yanking her up so that she was balanced precariously on her knees, held in place by his cock and stretched away from the headboard, his lips brushed her ear as he told her to be still and not move, carefully drawing his hips back and then to her horror, pressing the tip of his cock to her ass. She was mute with terror, no one, no other but her master had the right to use her ass and she knew that if this man took her, master would throw her away as would be his right, she whimpered and instead of pleading for him to stop, begged for her death, eyes hidden, she could not see the anguish in her master's gaze as she pleaded, telling him that she could not allow him to take her like that, for if he did, she would be nothing, less than garbage, her voice was hoarse and ragged, she babbled and sobbed, not feeling his hand as it tugged the blindfold away but sensing her eyes were unobstructed. She assumed this meant he was planning to kill her anyway, so she opened her eyes, only to find herself staring into the troubled gaze of the love of her life, the man whom owned her soul, her master, he touched her face tenderly and then, without another thought, shoved her forward and drove his cock deep into her ass, the pain was excruciating, and the scream that ripped from her lips was as much from shock as from his taking.

He pounded her body harder than before, taking her with no care whatsoever, his heart was racing, his mind reeling at the sacrifice she had been willing to make for him, for her, he drove mindlessly into her body and when he heard her beg to cum once more he gave permission, holding her against his own trembling body as she shattered over and over, when her body slowed, he took up his actions once more, harder, deeper, fiercely raping and claiming, possessing what was and would always be his. She was devastated and elated all at once, it wasn't a stranger, she hadn't given her body to another, but he had come to her at night and taken her against her will, raped her and she had felt the pleasure of her body, she could still feel it even now, the brutality of his motions should scare her but now they only made her want to beg for more and she did, he permitted her release and she came harder than she ever had, moving wantonly against the bonds he had secured her in, and finally when she could stand it no longer, she begged for his cum, his seed inside her body, and when he exploded, he literally roared in release, filling her to overflowing and then collapsing on her back, sprawling them onto the bed where they both fell into a deep sleep instantly.

It was hours later, he woke first and moved off her, she was passed out and would not rise until he had removed the bonds, showered and was taking a cool cloth to her body where colorful bruises had bloomed on her pale skin, and when she stirred, her eyes welled with tears at the aches in her form, she sought him out with her gaze and crawled, broken and needy, into his arms, they began to speak, whispered tones, for hours they remained tangled together in the middle of her bed, talking, discussing, he explained why, she begged forgiveness, and then he too begged forgiveness for having felt cornered into such actions, a promise was made that never would such punishment ever be delivered again, but no promise was ever uttered or sought that a rape would never be committed again as he softly reassured her that he was proud of her, loved how she had responded and loved her more than he could say. They whispered and talked and eventually, late in the day made love to one another gently, curling up in a tangle of limbs and holding onto each other as tightly as possible, the rest of the weekend drifted by in a haze for both of them, having each learned more than they could speak of that night.



Hot Summer Night



You come home from work; tired, discouraged, bored. Another night of eating alone because you've worked so late everyone you know is already in bed. You decide to take a shower first to wash the day off of you. You head straight for the bathroom, undress and take a long cold shower, feeling the stress let go of your muscles as the water hits your body. You get out of the shower and feel the coolness of your wet body contrast with the warm summer air. 

You walk into your bedroom and are about to turn on the light, when you see a glow coming from my window. We are neighbors in the type of buildings that may as well be attached, so our bedroom windows almost touch. Flirty at times, but still just neighbors. Your window is open and you can hear music coming from my house; the sensual, jazzy voice of Nina Simone. The soft glow and the music are inviting to you and you're curious, so you don't turn on the light as you approach your window, staying in the shadows. You can see me. I am sitting on my bed, the window open to allow the cool breeze to blow through the room, also blowing the soft, silky curtains away from my window. My bed faces the window and I am sitting on it wearing a light pink silk robe, wrapped loosely around my body in the summer heat. 

I look up and for a split second it looks as though I'm peering right at you and you think I've seen you. A moment later I lean forward and grab something just out of sight from your view. As my upper body reappears in the window, you can see me untwisting something in my hand. I lean my leg out, flexing my soft little foot toward my body. I lean slightly forward and begin stroking something onto my feet. The sight of my soft, small, pink feet stirs something in you and you realize I'm putting on hot pink nail polish. I flip my head back as to not get any hair on my newly manicured toes and as I do so, my robe opens slightly, exposing a portion of my large, firm breast, but not the nipple. I resume my pretty paint job on my delicate toes and you turn to grab a chair. Sitting down, your hand goes naturally toward your cock, which is starting to stir as you watch me. 

I shift position to continue my loving care of my other foot and as I do so, my robe opens even more, a beautiful pink nipple winking at you from my window. I do not try to cover myself up. When I finish my manicure, I lean slightly back to admire my work, both legs stretched out on the bed. I lean forward, my breasts swaying slightly and begin to slowly blow on my toes as I wiggle them back and forth. A strong breeze blows through my window, spreading the light silk robe open along the length of my body, exposing by breasts, spreading open against my soft, flat stomach and allowing a tempting, but not quite clear view of my soft pussy. You can tell I'm enjoying the breeze as I stretch my arms up and shake my head back. 

Your cock is getting so hard now that you can feel the veins pulsing on the inside of your hand as you slowly stroke yourself. All of a sudden, I get up off the bed and you can't see me anymore. You fear your luck has just run out and you'll have to finish what you started replaying what you just saw, but just as fast as I disappeared, I reappear. You can't believe your eyes, or your luck, as I am now totally naked. I prop four pillows on the headrest behind me and lean back, my right hand slowly lowers to my breast as I begin to massage it. You can see my nipple getting harder as I slowly squeeze it between my fingers. My left hand is tracing soft lines on both my thighs, as my legs are still pressed together. As both my nipples begin to harden, I lower my ass on the bed and spread my legs, replacing the soft tracing of my right hand with my right hand; guiding two fingers inside my already wet pussy. You can see that I am shaved and my lips are glistening. Your cock is pulsing now and you grab your balls with your other hand, massaging them lightly. 

You see my fingers exit my pussy and go up to my clit. You can see my fingers moving in short small circles around my clit as my left hand begins to pull and tug on my now hard nipples. You are stroking your cock harder now, wanting to cum but waiting to see more. You're watching my hand continue to massage my clit as soft moans begin to escape my mouth. As my fingers circle faster, my moans get loader and your cock gets even harder. All of a sudden you can hear me screaming and just as I finish cumming, you hear me say… "Well Kevin, I thought you'd never get home, now would you like to keep watching or do you want to come on over and do something about that big cock of yours, which I'm sure is nice and hard now………Well?"……to be continued if anyone seems interested 



Hot Summer Night at Jacques



I sat on a red leather bar stool. To the world I looked like an attractive heterosexual male, wearing thin cotton summer slacks and a black tee shirt. I have sandy brown hair with bright blue eyes. My body is slender from running and swimming. I am about 5'11" and weigh about 160lbs. On the night at Jacques, I was about 30 though I look younger. My hair is long and feathered back. My face is clean, marked by full lips and long eyelashes for which most women would die. I have been called the perfect Ken doll, and receive advances from both sexes often. I am probably too nice though. I have trouble with relationships always fearing the break up and hurting someone because I am not as attracted to them as they are to me. As an adult I avoided relationships with both sexes. I guess I was kind of a loner that everyone likes but no one really knows. 

For the most part I have considered myself heterosexual, but have one reoccurring fantasy, and up until the night of this story had only experienced one bi-sexual experience. This night, in August a few years ago, I was sitting there nervously on this old red leather bar stool. I could feel the cool chrome from the stool's legs through my thin cotton slacks. What no one could see was that under my slacks I wore a pair of silky nude nylons I had purchased from a local CVS that day. Under the nylons I wore a blue pair of Victoria Secret Second Skin panties. 

This night, I was intent on exploring a fantasy, a recurring fantasy that often caused me to waste hours on the computer or special nights in the bathroom, exploring feminine looks and feels. 

The Bar I sat in is called Jacques and is in Boston. It is a transvestite and cross dresser hang out, and has a regular drag show. I had known about it for a long time, and even been inside once before, but never wearing panties. Being there made my stomach tighten. I felt a stir in my slacks under the nylons and shiny blue tight panties. There was something to being out wearing these things, knowing that if someone looked closely they might see a panty line, or that the panties themselves might be visibly through the light colored slacks. It was a mixture of fear and erotic energy. 

I planned or told myself I was just going to find a safe place and watch what the scene was like. Walking in I looked around to see who was watching me. I had to give an ID to a bouncer and pay $5.00. Showing someone an ID made me nervous but it was just a cursory glance. The bar area was to my left, on the far side of a pool table. Inside it was dark, but you could see. The bar area seemed safe, away from the performers who would be beyond the bar in the back. It was also safe at the moment from various sexy transvestites who walked about. 

I ordered a beer from a young transvestite bartender. The bartender had a false pink wig. She had a white silk blouse and wore a patent leather micro mini skirt, hot pink. She stopped when serving me and smiled. My stomach fluttered. I have always loved shinny leather and PVC. Seeing it on a young transvestite definitely stimulated me. I could see below the skirt she wore really sexy garters and silky nylons. 

I sipped my beer pretending to watch the Red Sox for a time. I acted the part of a visiting business person who had stumbled in by chance. A drag show began around the other side of the bar. The bartender suggested I move in to see it. A few beers had now gone down and I became brave, for a moment. I got up and walked deeper into the space, finding a small table back by a stage. I had the table to myself. 

A very convincing tall brown skinned performer came onto the stage and began singing. She was dressed in a short black mini dress which made her extremely sexy. Her dress was made of a silky material and was tight. It emphasized her extremely long legs, and enticing barely hidden crotch, because it was so short. She also wore fish net nylons and incredible fuck me boots, white patent or PVC leather. The boots came just above her knees and flared out at the top. The boots also had spiked heals. I believe she was lip singing to a Tina Turner song, What's Love Got to Do or something like that. My beer was empty in minutes, as I tried to look casual. 

I remember her song ended. A cross dresser or transvestite sat next to me. I was very nervous but began a conversation. This girl was white, perhaps a bit heavy, and was dressed in a pink cotton dress with a red bow tied on her back. She had smooth legs covered in white stockings. She was not necessarily attractive to me but she was a guy dressed as a convincing girl, and therefore exotic in some way. I remained nervous in her presence and stuttered answers to her questions. She had high heals and frizzled blond hair, red lipstick and lots of eye make up. She told me I was so cute and should not be alone. I asked her what name was to try to say something. She said Holly. I struggled through some more chit chat and then she left to perform, saying she would be back to check on me. 

The tall black transvestite came out of the back and soon took her place. She leaned over and put her hand on my knee. It was an electric feeling, especially knowing under my cotton slacks I wore nylons and panties. I was sure my cock was leaking a bit. We talked though I do not recall about what. I began to compliment her on her looks and how sexy she was. This girl I found incredibly sexy. I was not sure if I wanted to be with her or be like her, however. I had never been with a Tgirl before, and besides one incident at a rest stop when I first got my license, at 16, I had never been with a guy. On that occasion I had been driving home from the beach when a very feminine guy had looked at me and licked his lips. It for some reason had turned me on, and I started to look back at him. He motioned me into a rest stop and I followed. He climbed into my car and masturbated me to a quick and embarrassing orgasm. He then placed my hand on his pennies and had me stroke him. He also came quickly, as shame began to set in, in the back of my brain. 

Veronica left saying she had some more songs to sing, but she always came back to check on me. She sang three more songs at intervals, during which several other girls sat and talked to me. I consumed at least 6 beers as the night wore on. As I relaxed I began to angle towards driving this sexy girl home. She was named Veronica I learned. She was a "full time girl" she said. She loved cute boys like me. After her last song she returned pushing a dark skinned Latino girl away. That caused me to blush a bit. I guess she liked me. I jumped in and asked her if I could drive her home, if she was done. She accepted, and at closing time we left Jacques together, walking towards my red Volkswagen bug, full of my "regular" self.

As we drove she put her hand on my leg and asked me what I was into. I stammered for a moment and then confessed. I said I had nylons on right that minute and a pair of panties underneath. I was incredibly attracted to transvestites but also liked to dress. She laughed loudly and said she had guessed I wanted to dress. She said the other girls would not believe her but she had guessed. She asked to see my panties and began to unhook my belt. I squirmed in my seat as I drove. She feigned shock at seeing the nylons and panties. She complimented me on my choice of panties, and began to rub me through the nylons. At the same time she admonished me to drive safely. 

As we drove she talked. She told me she was into seeing boys like me shoot cum to great heights. She loved watching cum squirt from a cock she said. It was what she was into. She asked me if I shot cum like that. I admitted when dressed or wearing panties I did, which is very true. 

Directing me into Cambridge down a side street we arrived at her apartment. She told me to pull over and park. She told me to tilt my wheel up and pull my pants down. She began to rub me again through my nylons, putting a hand under my ass and feeling my balls. She ran long fingers with bright red nails along the outline of my cock. The wet stain at the end of my cock grew larger in the blue silky panties. 

She pulled my nylons down and rubbed me again just through the panties. The panties shown, sparkling a bit, almost a purple, the wet spot black against the material. Veronica soon pulled them down as well and with expert hands began to caress my cock. A street light allowed both of us to see my slick cock head glistening with pre-cum. While doing this she took one of her hands and ran it again under my ass. She touched my bud. The whole experience exploded into a series of bright lights as I shut my eyes. I whimpered and began to cum. My cum shot high into the air landing on the windshield, visor and roof of the car. Veronica licked her lipped and looked up at me with a huge grin.

That was incredible she said. You are so sexy I think I want you to come in. You can borrow some clothing and I will dress you. That is as long as you think you can shoot like that again. I told her I could. I asked her if she would let me touch her cock through her nylons. She was apprehensive at first, telling me she was really into watching others cum. As we exited the car however, she relented saying yes I could but only when we were inside. 

We climbed to the third floor in a dimly lit but clean stair well. She opened an old wooden door with too locks. We entered. Her place had a single throw rug, leopard skin and a black leather couch. It had a compact walk in kitchen with counter to the right of the door, and a large flat screen TV on a TV cabinet to the left. A door ran into what appeared to be a bed room beyond the TV. Next to this door a small hallway ran into a bathroom lit by a night light. On the wall across from the door was a bank of windows covered by simple blinds that were shut.

No lights were on inside but street light allowed us to see. As she shut the door she turned to me. She was taller than me by three inches or so, with her heals. She pushed me up against the door and began to kiss me. I had never kissed a boy or transvestite before but found it exciting. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, larger than a real girl but so sexy. She allowed me to feel her ass over her the smooth tight mini dress. The dress was shinny and made of silk or a nylon with spandex. I was turned on at a new level as I stood there, but wanted so much to feel her cock. It was to be part of the fantasy or experience. Other than that one time, I had never felt a cock before and something drove me forward to that end. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and felt her reaction, a gasp and tension in her muscles. I felt her cock through patent leather panties. It was larger than mine, probably 7 inches. It was hard. I was so horny.

I slipped into a fantasy; I was the sex slave of an Amazon woman with a cock, my sole desire to please her. My second hand moved under the short dress and felt her ass. Her nylons were held up by garters. It was an exotic feeling to feel the smooth garters over the slick cool panties. The panties were tight. I loved it. I rubbed her for a time and then she pulled away and led me to the couch. As we walked she told me I was a good kisser. I told her I was so turned on.

She began to unbutton my pants and pulled them down. I stepped out of my pants feeling sexy in my nylons, exposed. She pulled me towards her again this time running her hands on my ass. Veronica left me standing by the couch and strutted to the bedroom without a word. I stood for a moment alone. She returned with a short skirt, it was a mini skirt, black, made of vinyl. She also held in her hand a rayon blouse, and heals. 

She had me step into the skirt. I was drunk with ecstasy as she raised it up my smooth legs. She then pulled my black tee shirt over my head, tweaking my nipples as the cool air struck them. She leaned down and licked me, my nipples and chest, then stood again. She had me pull the blouse over my head without unbuttoning it, and then handed me the 3" heals, which were black with a wide base. I put them on, and was suddenly her height. 

We kissed again, this time me feeling so much more girly than before. I was still drunk in a way, unable to fathom any consequences or risks; simply beyond the bounds of common sense or inhibition. I return to her cock, this time feeling confident of her permission as I bent down to inspect it. She allowed me that never moving from her position as I ran my hand over its outline in the panties. I could feel her smooth hairless legs. A faint sex smell combined with the smell of the leather. I kissed it, her cock. Veronica again tensed, I could feel it. My hands pulled her ass to me and I licked the head through the smooth leather, running my tongue along the shaft.

I hooked my thumbs above her hips on the top of the panties and pulled them down. Veronica wisely wore a gaff but the gaff had become askew due to our actions. I found a tie on her hip and pulled. The gaff came away and a beautiful brown cock sprang at me, hairless and smooth. It was cut and danced about for a second before hardening into an upright position. My hands caressed it as I stared at it for a moment. There was no second thought about what I was doing, only excitement as I leaned forward to take the tip into my mouth. 

The cock was so smooth, like satin or fine valor. I was amazed. All the talk about cock sucking, I found it easy. I enjoyed it from the start, the feeling of that smooth as silk rod in my mouth, on my tongue. I played with the tip for sometime, until I felt Veronica's hands slide up my neck and softly urge me down onto the shaft. To do as she wished was my goal and I relished her guidance as she pushed me deeper, or it deeper into me. I did not gage as it slipped into the depths of my throat, instead relaxing, feeling it slip in and out. My hands explored her firm ass until I found her cherry. She bucked forward, in and out slowly, as I began to tease and tickle her bud. It was quick; she tensed and began to cum. I felt her hands leave my head, but tried to swallow at first. Then after the first shot, I pulled out and watched as she exploded onto my hair and face, huge amounts of hot cream, again and again.

All that talk of lasting for a long time in stories I find crazy. When sex is hot orgasm happens quick. I feel it start and am quickly beyond the point of being able to stop it. Veronica knew I was so close. I probably would have cum standing there had she even slightly touched me. Instead, she told me to lay on the carpet. She left me alone for a moment, removing her dress to show a slim, sculpted, and slender body. There was no body hair. She unzipped her boots and removed them, looking at me as she did it. She had breasts, small implants, covered in a sexy black patent leather bra. Veronica skin was light brown, and glistened in the street light coming through the windows. Her lips were full with sticky candy red lipstick. I looked up to see her wavy hair framing her sexy eyes.

She knelt beside me in her bra, panties, garters and nylons. She pulled my shiny tight patent leather skirt up a bit so that it bunched around my waste. This exposed my nylons and panties to her. She lowered them again, the nylons first and then the panties, down to my knees. She leaned forward and took my sticky cock in her mouth, so softly. Her lips played with my cock head, and her tongue danced around its flared glands. Meanwhile, she also began to lube my ass with cum from my hair and face, her cum. I felt her thumb on my bud, smooth and slippery. It slid into my ass, deep into my ass. I arched my back in a girly sexual pose. I imagined I looked like so many of the bikini model photos I had seen. I trembled and shook, my eyes rolling in my head. I ground down on her thumb and up into her mouth. It felt an ecstasy that I never imagined possible. 

Suddenly I came. I shot spurt after spurt high into the air, as Veronica watched from cock level. Some landed on her head and some on her back. She laughed as I continued to cum, just seeping now. I felt hollow. It literally took minutes before I could speak again, minutes before I knew what I had done, or perhaps become. 

I lay there and Veronica climbed onto of me. We were covered in our own cum. She rotated her hips softly mashing her hardening cock into mine. I felt so sexy, our cum mingled together, sliding together. It was so slippery and sexy. I was so happy, and stayed hard despite knowing I had to be out of sperm.

There was so much to do and try with Veronica and I knew it could not all be done in one night. I see her regularly now, like sex therapy. We stay distant in some ways, our lives progressing on each day we are apart. When we are alone together though, we are one sexual explosion after another.