0 comments/ 41762 views/ 7 favorites The Engines of Desire By: Andreand In the progression of our lives we tend to think the wildest of times, and most sexually adventurous, are those years that come before twenty-five, but as I write this I realize that the most exciting chapters in my sexual exploration are just beginning. In the paragraphs that follow I will try to share the experiences and feelings of a woman who thought her sexuality was certain, but has come to realize that what you are destined to love, and what may give you the greatest thrill are not always the same. This story deals with my passion and my obsession and how they collided into new levels of ecstasy. If I have not mentioned it in my previous writings, I should say now, that all names have been changed to preserve the freedom of future adventures. I awoke to dim lights flashing around me as they flew by the windows. The gentle surging of the car, that had so affectively rocked me to sleep, now brought me fully awake. The train's wheels made a rumbling clacking on the rails below our cabin as we hurled into the night. The urges were overcoming me and I wanted it so bad. Should I risk ever attempting it again? The aching need snuffed out any cautious inhibitions in me. Time and again I had thought it could happen, only to realize it was only my private reality, an empty, private reality. It was like watching a movie about skydiving and thinking the rush was the same as if I had actually jumped. Just a few feet away, he lay; was this going to just slip away into my imagination again or could I make it real? In desperation, and without a parachute, I jumped. I moved across the floor to his bedside. My mind cleared as my determination sealed my fate. I lifted the blanket and like a bull in a china shop I grabbed his briefs and pulled them down. I closed my lips around the center of all my burning cravings, and through pure will power, made it real. The rocking of the train synchronized with my body and assisted my motions. The surging of a locomotive engine and my actions blended together as the forward momentum increased toward that final destination in the darkness. I stirred a bit and awoke with lonely darkness all around me. There was the sound of a train, but it was one of the freight trains that regularly rumbled near my home. Fuck! I had thrown all of my willpower into making it real and it was still just a dream. Like the real train engine, my secret desires had been sneaking into my dreams more as of late, but this was the most intense it had been, leaving my heart racing and my mind in a fever of aching lust. I laid my head back on the pillow while my hand uncontrollably moved between my legs to relieve the burning need. Thinking of it, I came, but when the sexual energy was relieved, as always, I thought of loving Cindy instead. Despite the fact that I have always been a lesbian, a couple of years ago I had finally tried something that I had been insatiably curious about for more than two decades. Now that small taste of extreme, unbridled lust was consuming me like a fever taking my body and mind after a brief exposure to the source of infection. I had always wanted to suck Eric, but took half a lifetime to do it because he was my best friend, and because it defied my sexuality. It took me every one of those twenty years to work up the guts to ask my friend if I could give him that blowjob, and it took some time on his part for it to finally happen. I wanted nothing more, and expected nothing else, than what had happened. It was the only heterosexual act I ever desired, and he only person I ever imagined performing it on, but anything more with my friend, was beyond my comprehension. I am not sure what I had expected. Perhaps I thought that once I confronted this desire I would just forget it. It would not be that easy, it was simply too powerful for my mind to release it. I have never had an addiction, I have heard the descriptions of it from drug attics, or alcoholics, and I think I could understand or identify with the urges. No man would ever touch me in any other way, but the extreme power and allure of this one act was more than I could resist. Since the dawn of time the male sexual organ has held an aura of duality, something that held both revered power and an unclean, illicit stigma at the same time. Unlike a woman's vagina, which is the blessed avenue of birth, this unwholesome object was meant for that one unmentionable act leading to birth. It is the quintessential symbol of the purely sexual act. From this very aspect anything that focuses exclusively upon it is the extreme of erotic intensity, and it boldly challenges all propriety to engage it in those other ways. For one person to take that impure extremity of another into their mouth is an exhilarating level of depravity. What intense anticipation would grip a man the moment another's descent indicated that somebody might actually take that part of them into where only the cleanest of things are ever accepted? But to be so wonton as to duplicate the motion of fucking with ones head, while the male experiences the abnormal sensation of simply laying back to receive the thrusts so subserviently given, is even more than depraved. And the defiant nature of continuing that motion in substituting ones mouth for the unspeakable bodily function of the vagina, stirs the imagination with its decadence. It is against nature and all decency, and thus stimulates something primal in all of us. To have the man feel the continuing actions, knowing the consequences of that motion, and wonder how far his partner will take it, is unthinkable and pulse quickening. When a male feels his ejaculation is eminent, and his organ longs to be buried deep between a woman's legs, but is being worked by her lips and tongue instead, does he dare to think the unthinkable? In just a second his most personal fluids will erupt from his aching shaft, but another still has their mouth around it! In that instant it becomes obvious that the other person is willingly going allow the unthinkable to happen; that man will feel another person's mouth around his cock as it expels the streams, and then behold the most unholy act of that person swallowing that which was meant for the inside of a woman in the sacred act of procreation. Is it not the most wicked of debauchery to taste the most abject of forbidden things? Because this one act was so illicit, it was the most erotically powerful thing I could imagine. Wine is the reserved and subtle result of commonly occurring natural processes. Distilled spirits are the essence that affects us in that naturally restrained drink unnaturally concentrated into an all-powerful intoxicating liquor. For all the quiet evenings of your life there is wine, but if a shameless, exhilarating high is what you seek, soon nothing will rival the intensity of that concentrated earthy elixir as your drug of choice. Like a drug, feeling Eric's orgasm in my mouth was simply the most powerful sexual experience I have ever had. It was not tender and sweet like the natural feeling I had with Cindy, it was extraordinarily intense. The rush that it had brought was unlike anything I had ever tried. It was not just sex; it was concentrated, raw, sexual power that pushed my adrenalin higher than it had ever been. Now, like a junky, I had a need for that intense rush. With Cindy, I got off from the intense warmth and emotions connected with being with her. But this one act with his dick was not warm; it was scorching hot, with the only thing resembling emotions being pure, sexual, urges driving it on towards the inevitable. After that night three years ago, at first we had dealt with the subject well, but after he moved away and got married we loss all opportunity to have the same frankness and openness of private discussion we used to enjoy. When there was finally the opportunity to get together we never had time for deeper conversations, and most of our talk fell into the polite formalities of acquaintances rather than best friends. By the time he had moved back to town we had a lot of catching up to do, and now he was somebody's husband, not my same old, single friend that was free to do or say whatever he pleased. Of course I wanted to ask him if he had ever thought about it, or would entertain it a second time, but more than this I hoped to at least broach the subject so that I could have somebody to talk to about my fascination. I looked to him for this aspect as well; he was the only one in the world who knew of this secret obsession, the only one who could know, so I had little choice in someone I could talk to about it. How much had his marriage changed all of the rules on us? Could we still comfortably discuss such things? There had been times when conversation had gotten personal and I agonized over each possible opportunity to bring it up again, but always stopped short and let it go. He knew he could always talk to me about it anytime he wanted, so why not leave it to him? It may not have been a concern for him at all, but he had no idea how it had stayed with me, and how much it had consumed me since. I certainly couldn't be offended or bothered by the topic, only he could; so the ball was in his court, and he would have made it so much easier if he just would have brought it up himself. Then, one night, the opportunity did present itself in a rare occasion that we had an evening to spare and we ended up spending it in our favorite old spot on the back knoll of the park. With a six-pack between us, and a few lazy hours, we managed to get back to the old days. We talked about many things, but eventually got around to our home lives and then more personal related topics. In typical married man fashion he bemoaned the fact that Amber had been very sexual until shortly after the honeymoon, but had since slacked off in her "wifely duties". I had always wondered if this really was the inevitable state of marriage or if men just could never get "enough" sex. The way he described it, and the consistency with which he had mentioned it before, made me believe that this guy really was not getting the relief he needed. I had known him my entire life and he was one male that I knew was not cut out for celibacy of any kind, it made me wonder if some other woman wasn't going to get lucky eventually. To add to his misery I shared increasingly more intimate details of my sex life. Looking back, this was probably cruel of me, considering how potent an aphrodisiac the thought of two women together can be to the typical male mind. Here was this poor guy with neglected, blue-balls being fed scenes of the ultimate male fantasy! Eventually he just shook his head. "Well good for you, there are days I could just use some relief outside of my hand!" I hesitated but finally spoke, "I have been trying to find a way to let you know that if you ever need it, I wouldn't mind at all to help you out with that." Eric took a drink of his beer; leaned on one elbow and looked toward the grass before replying. "First of all, I am married now, and we had this discussion before. You're my best friend, I just can't picture you in that way and if I was going to have sex with somebody besides Amber, I would at least want to be sexually aroused by my partner." "Whoa there, don't flatter yourself! I would still rather eat worms than kiss you!" I said with a smile, yet no less seriously. "And I ain't letting you or any other guy touch me! All I was talking about was a blowjob." "What, I'm not good enough for you?" He joked. We both laughed for a second, but then I returned to it. "I am serious about that though. If you ever need some relief without jeopardizing your marriage with some dumb-assed affair, I would be more than willing to help you out. To me it is no different than if you leaned back and got a thorn in your back right now. I would pull it out for you and tend the wound, without us being involved in any way or going steady. It wouldn't mean anything more than just one friend helping out another." "Oh come on, and what about you Androcles? Isn't a blowjob a bit more two sided than pulling out a thorn?" He asked with a smile. "Well to be honest that is what I am really talking about here. I should have satisfied my curiosity, but since that night three years ago I have not been able to get it out of my mind. And I don't mean you! I mean it! You egotistical prick!" I jokingly asserted. "I am still totally into women, but that blowjob was the most erotic thing I have ever done. It is the only thing I ever want with a dick, and yours is the only one I could do it with. I thought my heart was going to stay in my throat after your dick was there, and I would love to feel that rush again if you would let me. So let's face it, you would be doing me the favor, while getting some relief in the bargain. Like you said, it has got to be better than your own hand!" He was silent as he continued to listen and absorb was I was telling him. "You said you couldn't even get it up, but you did, and I think you got off from it quite well. I believe that if you are really honest it was probably one of the most intense sensations you have had also. For the puritans that think the missionary position is all that is acceptable, a blowjob is absolutely wicked." "But I am no puritan!" He interrupted. "Yes, but pushing boundaries is always more of a rush. Why do you enjoy hearing about two women together? It is eroticism triumphing over the established taboos. You get turned on imagining two women so fucking horny that all notions of propriety about whose body should give them pleasure is thrown out the window. I think you may be onto something when you point out your actual relationship to me. Have you ever wondered why there would be anything erotic about an incestuous story? I know you could never think about your sister that way, but you had somebody who was almost the equivalent sucking your dick. It was like sneaking behind the barn with your cousin to play doctor when you were a kid, constantly looking over your shoulder with your heart in your throat. It was the fact that I was not the person that was supposed to be between your legs, sucking on it, that made it so exciting. And knowing nothing more was going to become of it allowed you to fully explore the pure sensations of just that forbidden blowjob." I paused for a second to let it sink in before adding, "And I think I my have had something that perhaps none of your other blowjob partners had." "And what would that be?" He skeptically asked. "My enthusiasm," I answered. "I actually wanted it more than you! How many times has that happened to you? That enthusiasm made me go out of my way to make it feel better. We have created a unique situation here, where the one giving the blowjob is grateful for the favor of being allowed to do it." "OK, so you give one of the best blowjobs I have ever had, but I am still married. Sorry." He reaffirmed. The sun was setting on our day and the beer was gone anyhow. It was on a Tuesday night that I was going to take a bath and just relax with a book, when the weather report called for rain. I had left the lawn mower outside in hopes of finishing the yard quick in the morning, so I had to take time to go out and put things under cover. It was quite dark so it took me a moment to find the mower and begin to push it around the house, then I was startled by a man running up the trail from the park and into my back yard. As he neared the corner of my house I recognized his outline. "Eric," I calmly said to get his attention. He stopped and turned, panting as he approached. "What are you doing, running from the cops?" I asked with a smile. "I have felt a bit out of shape lately, so I have started running." Eric is the only person I know that would run in jeans and a T-shirt. If he wasn't dressed for business he was in jeans and a T-shirt. The thought of him in a jogging suit was just absurd. He continued, "I run across the park, which is enough to give me a real workout, but things are a little overgrown and wet to go out the north trail so the only way to is to cut short in the park and come this way. Of all the houses along here I knew yours had a trail I could use and not bother the owner. I hope it is alright?" "No, that's fine. I am glad I am moving the mower, you could bust your ass out here in the dark." I found it strange that he would even ask. Had we grown that distant that he wouldn't know that? "I am dragging behind a bit tonight, I found that I really need to get here and across the tracks on the other side of your road a half an hour before the train comes through at ten, or I have to wait and then deal with more traffic on the side streets because of it," he explained. Then I heard the blast of the train's horn and realized I had probably caused him to miss his opening. The sound of the engine brought memories of my dreams, and I entertained thoughts of taking that plunge, but reality required far more courage. "It looks like you are going to miss the train tonight," I pointed out. "This is the second night I got started too late. Then I either wait it out or turn and run up your street," he said. "Do you want me to leave a cold beer on the picnic table for when you need to wait?" I asked. "Right, that would be good for me to keep in shape while running!" he replied. "If I was to stop and have a beer, then just make sure not to pull your curtains." This comment startled me on several levels. I knew he was just having fun, but why would he care to see me? Then I realized I was not always alone! "I didn't beat the train last Friday either," he said with a grin and then waited for it to sink in. "And what did you see?" I asked. "Cindy Beckwith," he answered. "I never would have suspected you and Cindy!" I simply smirked as my eyes closed and then reopened facing the house. "Did you like what you saw?" I asked while still turned. "Just about every guy in town probably strokes off thinking of her!" he speculated. "The irony of that is too good, you know." "Was Friday the first time you knew?" I asked. "It was the first time I had to stop and have a good look," he confessed. "Normally your lights are not on or the curtain is pulled, otherwise I would have stopped in to say hello quick." "I am not sure if I should close my drapes or keep them open in the future," I said with a sinister grin. "Well, as long as you leave the beer," he returned with a laugh. We chatted for a few more minutes until he needed to finish his run to get home on schedule. While I pushed the lawnmower around the back of the house, I self-consciously looked at the windows overlooking the back deck. The next night I closed my curtains and left a beer setting on the railing of the deck outside my bedroom window, but in the morning it was still there. I continued to leave a cold one until three days later when I found an empty bottle with a quick note written on scrap paper that said "thanks!" Then I realized that it had been a Friday night, Cindy had been there and the curtains were open. He was either entirely on schedule the other nights or too intent on running to stop for a beer, unless there was a greater distraction. I began to watch for him and track his schedule. I didn't need to leave anything for him to drink on the other nights since he was always through my yard at 9:30, I could set my clock by it, but some nights he had an incentive to miss that train and have the beer. I wondered why it did not bother me that he had been enjoying his voyeuristic activities at my window. I knew it was not me that drew him there, and with Cindy I couldn't blame him for enjoying the view. When I was honest with myself, I realized I was keeping my curtains open on purpose, much the same way I would tell him about my sex life, and amuse myself with his agitation. When thinking of his forbidden, extramarital arousal, and the relief he most likely was not getting from it; my own relentless, secret desires began to drive my selfish thoughts. The Engines of Desire That Friday Cindy brought some wine and we relaxed to watch a movie cuddled on the sofa. She told me she was horny and needed some help taking care of it, so around 8:30 I told her to draw a bath for the both of us, and that I had a surprise for her afterwards. While she changed into a robe and went to the bath, I moved through the house turning off the lights and closing the curtains, except in the bedroom. There I left the light on and opened the curtain to expose the large glass panel of the sliding door to the new deck, before joining Cindy in the bathroom. She looked so good that night. When I walked in she was reclined back in the suds with her beautiful silky hair pulled up, exposing her smooth alluring neck. When I approached with two glasses of wine, she leaned forward to take hers with one hand, and continued to hold my hand with the other, while shifting to sit on her legs in the water. Her wet breasts emerged as the suds ran from them, revealing her firm little nipples. She turned my hand and began to kiss the palm and up my wrist. She was horny, and I could see it in her face as she bit her lower lip and pulled my hand to her wet breast, pressing it there while she reached to cup mine. She lightly rubbed across my shirt with her fingertips until my nipples were straining against the fabric. Her lips found my belly, kissing along the waistline of my shorts, when I felt the warmth of her soft hand between my legs. I could feel the blood rushing to my vulva and my body obeying her. She lowered herself and pulled her face along the front of my shorts until, through the cloth, I could feel the warmth of her lips with the folds of my opening. Then she reached up and pulled the waistband down until my mound was exposed, kissed lightly around my light patch of hair and pulled my shorts down enough to expose my heated cleft to her loving mouth. I could feel my insides quiver and begin to release wetness as her lips moved over my labia and her tongue parted the hair and spread my crease to touch the fleshy focal point at the top. I pushed my hips forward and arched my back to unconditionally present myself to her. My fingers stroked her sweet hair while one of hers softly penetrated into my slowly yielding opening. It felt as good as only she could make my body feel, and I would have let her take me all the way, right then and there, before I loved her all night, but the evening was destined for another course. Instead we broke to slowly moved sponges over each other in such a tender manner that we almost quivered as we explored each other with half closed eyes. After guiding her out of the water and lovingly drying her off, I slipped a robe around her and softly kissed her neck. I led her to the bedroom and sat her in the chair in front of the computer. I started a DVD I had obtained just for her and resumed kissing her neck as the images appeared before her. I rubbed her breasts through the robe as I turned her towards the window's reflective surface and allowed her to see my hand sliding down her front and between here legs. Then I whispered in her ear. "I don't have a mirror in here but look how well you can see all of yourself in the glass there. Look at yourself there. Can you see why I love your body so much? Touch yourself and look at it in the glass. Your pussy is so beautiful!" She did as I asked and enjoyed it. "Why don't you enjoy the DVD and let it help you along in pleasing yourself while I go to the store and get us some more wine. What I want you to do is make yourself feel really good until I get back. I can tell that you need to come real bad, several times, tonight. Relieve some of the pressure and tension and I will get all the rest when I get back. Does that sound good?" She just nodded her head and continued to look at both of our reflections in the glass. I watched her for a moment longer and then glanced at the monitor to remind her of the computer images I had provided. I also noted the time on the corner of the screen. I carefully stepped out the front door making sure it was not loud enough to be heard for any distance, before turning the corner of the house and proceeding out back. I moved to a distance in the dark tree line before rounding the final corner. I looked hard in the dark for a familiar figure, but my eyes still needed to adjust a bit. When I looked to the lighted window of my room I could see Cindy sitting at the computer with her robe falling open in the front to expose one of her heavenly breasts. After several minutes she began to get comfortable and must have found something that pleased her on the screen, because she slowly shifted one leg up and over the arm of the chair. Her silky, smooth, creamy thigh took one half of the robe with it, as it emerged from the covering. The other half of the robe still rested teasingly over her other leg and the sweet sensual area in between. This is when I noticed another movement. Staying in the shadows a figure moved up to the decks edge to get a better look. From my vantage point Eric's silhouette was well defined in the lighted scene in the window. As I moved closer, the sounds of my footsteps could not go unheard any longer. As he reacted, I immediately reassured him. "It's me," I whispered. He turned back toward the house as I approached beside him and took a spot at the deck railing to enjoy some of the show myself. Cindy took my advice and used that window as a looking glass to view her own hand slowly moving down her flat little tummy and then sliding the robe off the other leg. She seemed torn between whatever erotic image was on the monitor screen and the irresistible image of her own sweet, down covered opening, weeping for attention. As Eric began to become once more entranced by the irresistibly erotic scene in the window, I would subtly glance sideways at him and observe his reactions. My eyes moved down his front to observe the bulge in his jeans. Between Cindy, and looking at his reaction, I was now worked up and was willing to take chances, so I went to one knee beside him and took time to tie a shoe I had left undone in the house. At that level I could see his front quite well and began to feast my eyes on the hidden object of my desire. My appearance may have interrupted his arousal. I doubt he had the willpower to dissuade his body from reacting to the show unfolding before him, but his physical reaction was not in full force. Instead his cock was gently pushing against the denim in an extremely inviting, semi-erect stage. You could make out the shape of a soft fleshy shaft, but it was not yet performing like a tent pole. It was in a state that if it were hanging free, it would have increased length in a gentle downward arc, not yet stiff to the point of straightness. I tied slowly enough to give him the idea that this is what I was doing and when he was once again entirely distracted I made my move. I put one hand on his hip and the other on the raised area of his zipper. "Andrea…" he started to protest in an impatient tone, but I cut him off by leaning in and pressing my face against the bulge. I traced the tip of my nose over its outline and shamelessly mouthed it through the cloth. My other hand moved to his other hip, and using both, I turned his front to face me. He hesitantly submitted, but I could feel his reluctance. I breathed in heavy to smell his body's sexual messages through the cloth and exhaled uncontrollably. "Please let me, Eric! Please!" I begged in a whisper. "You don't know how bad I want to do it!" I continued to mouth his front but there was still hesitation, which held me back from proceeding with what I wanted so badly at that time. So I spoke again. "Don't think about me, just watch through the window and imagine yourself in that room and let your body do what it wants," I suggested. "Just enjoy yourself and let it feel good." Eric's gaze returned to the window and his right arm relaxed at his side, and I knew this was the signal I had been waiting for. I eagerly reached for his fly. After some work I managed to get it unbuttoned and then worked his zipper in the dark. He would occasionally turn for a split second to look down at me working on his pants, before returning his attention to the show. Although this reassured that he knew exactly what I was doing, and was still willing, I wanted to get those pants open quickly so that he could give his undivided attention to Cindy's actions, so he could get lost enough in the performance to forget about me, and his reservations, entirely. I thought it was ideal that my best friend, for whom I had no desire, could lose himself in pure eroticism and ecstasy over an irresistibly exciting sight, while I satisfied my need for what actually was the object of my desire. When his zipper was open I pulled the waistbands of both his jeans and briefs down enough to free him entirely. I saw his shaft revealed, and then freed, bobbing in front of my face. I ran my hand though his thick curly bush and leaned forward to bring my lips in contact with his warm member. I mouthed around its side and underneath, loving the feel of it resting across my face. On my cheek I felt a little bit of wetness betraying his previous arousal. I had waited long enough that I wanted to seal this deal as soon possible. I slipped to his beautifully shaped head while extending my tongue to scoop up his tip and guide him in. I took him all the way in and felt his heavy testicles caressing my chin as I buried my nose in his dark, curly patch. After fully savoring this longed for moment, I backed off and moved to get into a good position for the total performance. I sat back onto the ledge of the deck with my head under the railing, and turned him to face me. Now both of his arms could rest on the rail, which separated the view of my pleasures from the view of his pleasures. We could all be more comfortable and now take our time enjoying pure sexual desires. I was absolutely going to have his full release and orgasm, but I knew how long Cindy's "sessions" could go, so I knew that if I paced myself properly I would be able to enjoy this objects sexual electricity in my mouth for a nice long time. I also wanted him to enjoy the sensation of this once in a lifetime, erotic opportunity for as long as he could. It was perfect; he could just sit back and enjoy the sexual show before him while receiving all the stimulation his cock needed. The handrail on this part of the deck was four feet high. I had planned to insert a trellis at that point but had not got around to it. As it turned out, I could not have planned it better if I tried, the height of the deck itself was just right for me to sit and be face level to his stiff shaft with the railing situated several inches above my head. This allowed him to rest his arms at chest level and not be distracted in the least by me, while he enjoyed the show with the sensation of his organ being encouraged and tended to. As we settled in, and I went to resume my oral obsessions, I noticed a fantastic thing. The small platform we were working from is nestled at an odd angle in a corner formed by two portions of my house. The light from the widow that revealed Cindy fell nicely on a window in the opposing part which also acted as a mirror. Out of the corner of my eye, I too could see Cindy's performance! She was so beautiful! She had flung open her robe and was gently moving to an unheard sexual rhythm as her hand explored her perfect body. I did not know if it was the DVD or her own image that now escalated her urges. Her legs were alternating between pulled tightly together to stimulate her sex with the pressure, and spreading to stimulate her mind with the gesture. With every slow parting of her silky smooth legs, Eric got a full view of the most beautiful little pink vulva, topped with sweet light tan hair, that any man could fantasize about, and I was sure he had. The precious dew was beginning to gather on the hairs that lay over her engorged opening. I could have spent so much time enjoying such a show with him, but that was an itch that I could satisfy when needed. Before me was the cure for my insatiable fever that I never knew if I could have, and I was going to have it now! With my hands on his hips, I held my target in front of me and moved in to gratefully receive the favor my friend was doing for me in finally allowing it to happen. Tonight I had the privilege of taking him into my waiting mouth, so I completely engulfed him again. He would get back to full mast and then some, I would settle for no less, but at that moment I was completely enjoying it the way it was. There was something very alluring about having it hanging easy like that, while I explored it. Don't get me wrong, his stiff and throbbing pole thrusting straight up between my lips was the single hottest experience I had ever known, but it was very pleasant to just enjoy the soft, warm tactile nature of this in-between state totally within my mouth. I wanted to feel him expand where he was. I wanted to feel it lengthen and back me off as it probed deeper. I don't know if it was my actions, or if the scene before him was just too much, but that is exactly what began to happen. I felt hairs tickling my chin in waves as his balls stared to contract. The head was becoming more pronounced as it advanced toward my throat. I felt the first twinges of the reflexive action in my neck and stomach, but I fought it back. I wanted to take as much as I could, and I wanted him to know that was my desire. I thoroughly enjoyed his involuntary probing for as long as I could, but finally he approached his full eight inches and I relented. I would not allow an uncontrollable movement to spoil the sensation, or give any idea that I could gag from something that was so entirely pleasing to me. I held it right where I wanted it and with a rhythmic stroking of my tongue pressed up to trap him against the roof of my mouth. This brought his mushrooming head to high alert and I could feel the heat as the blood rushed into it. I found it so irresistible that I needed to feast my eyes as well as my lips, so I slowly withdrew it in slow halting moves, and when the flaring ridges slid under my lips it made a wet yielding sound. Then my suckle shrank as it retreated down his tip and withdrew a clear drop of involuntary excitement from the opening. I took time to behold his cock in all its glory once again. The tight shiny skin of the head glistened enticingly in the dim light that came from the window. The shaft pointed straight out level from his body and twitched upward slightly with every beat of his heart. His full, aching balls were drawn up as close to the base as their state would allow. It was obvious that they had been burdened with the pressure of their precious payload for too long, and Cindy's performance was increasing it ten fold. My goal was eventually to totally relieve that situation as completely as I could. But all in due time, I wanted to keep time with Cindy and let all concerned enjoy the situation for as long as we could. I wrapped my fingers around his base and stroked him while I pushed my lips apart with his aching shaft again, letting him feel my lustful heat swallow it. I sucked hard and pulled my cheeks in tight against him, wrapped my tongues full length about the bottom and sides and gave a pull back, this created and intense squeezing suck up about one inch of his length. The most sensitive underside of his head made firm contact with the back of my arching tongue. I then relaxed just a bit to allow him to slide slowly back in to the original depth. It was a slow, slick return that lulled him to relax just enough to have the next surge take him by surprise. On the back-stroke my cheeks would close in around him, as the suction seemed to get tighter every time. That second stroke had the desired effect. I heard an uncontrollable, heavy release of breath over the railing above my head, and his cock began releasing more of its clear nectar to add to the lubricious embrace. I knew he would not last much longer with the level of stimulation that I was inflicting, so I slowly began alternating my methods. I was dying to have him do it, but I also wasn't ready for this overwhelmingly sexual act to be over. There aren't too many things in life where the work is almost as good as the payoff, and this was definitely one of them. In the distance the horn of the ten o'clock train sounded and echoed through the darkness to us. It was making the turn that would bring it up the tracks that lay directly across the street. It seemed to be bearing down on us, but we could not have moved for any reason, all we could do is succumb to it and be carried along with its unstoppable momentum. Eric's knuckles whitened as his grip increased on the railing. My rhythm was relentless as I drove things onward. I had found my stride, and my mouth now easily conformed to him like a glove, expertly taking it with every stroke. Perhaps it was the blood rushing to my head, but my lips felt engorged and hot as they received him. The wetness had increased enough for my hand to slide as easily as my mouth, making the most erotic, wet, sexual sounds. Doing this for him felt so fucking good that I wanted it for as long as I could have it, but now there was something that I wanted even more. The only consolation to knowing it was about to be over was that it would culminate in that ultimate sexual act. The horn blasted again and now the dull rumble of the huge diesel engine's unstoppable power could be heard, as my hand joined in with my mouth in the way it had been successful before. His hot throbbing rod was entirely enclosed in the sliding, warm embrace. He was now so erect that he pointed up into my mouth so I was able to smoothly nod my head forward and down on him to accentuate the movement. His heavy balls pulled increasingly tighter to his base and were no longer hanging at all, but had their skin tautly restraining the churning buildup they precariously held. I brought my other hand up to cradle them and to feel their heat. He had needed this one bad. I could feel the pent up power and I was surprised that he could withstand bursting. Cindy's chest heaved, pulling her pointed erect nipples into the night air with every breath. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open and round like it was trying to articulate sounds of passion that could not come forth. Her throat muscles were pulled tight from her thrusting her head back to face the ceiling. Her finger was now moving without hesitation for the fleshy "on" switch, and her petite little nostrils flared to pull in the oxygen required to sustain her level of excitation. Her chin came to her chest when she opened her mouth wide again in a final intake of breath before the plunge. Her back arched and her pelvis ground forward onto her hand as her finger penetrated deep inside of her steaming, hot opening. Her other hand left her breast and moved to hold the other in its position. While probing her insides, she pulled back to put stimulating pressure on her supersensitive, swollen bud. It was the equivalent of squeezing a trigger and she knew exactly what she was doing. She had pleasured herself as far as she could, and now it was time to unleash all of the energy she had worked up in an explosive conclusion. Her knees came together and her hands were clinched tight between her thighs. Her head was thrown back by the ecstatic cries that she could no longer hold back. Well-defined lines appeared between muscles in her thighs from the tension that now lifted her sweet, rock-hard, little ass off of the chair and pulled her entire body in an arch. Those beautiful little breasts pointed straight at the ceiling and quivered from the spasms passing through them. The Engines of Desire I knew Eric was on the verge of giving me all he had, and I was ready. But there was an awkward tightness in the muscles of his upper legs and hips, and he seemed to be intensely concentrating, even with all of the distractions. That fucker was holding back! Perhaps to tease me, perhaps to keep some façade of non-complicity, or perhaps, knowing Eric, just to see of he could. Whatever the reason, it was entirely irrelevant because he was going to come! He needed it, and I had wanted it for too long to be robbed of it now. The first time I hadn't even thought of receiving the gift of his release, but it had been the single most sexually intense moment of my life. Since that time I had needed to feel it, and longed to taste it, once again. That time he had rewarded me with it, and I had gladly accepted it, but this time I was going to take it! The rumble of the iron behemoth could now be felt in the ground beneath us as its force consumed everything on my street. I had spent twenty years imagining it before the first time, and I had spent the last three thinking of ways to do it even better. I had burned every detail I could into my memory, and in my mind I had sucked him off a thousand times since, trying to feel the excitement again. I had read everything I could about this act that I was so obsessed with, and had developed many untried techniques should I ever get the opportunity again. I now had a need for the best of them to bring about his total surrender. My intense, massage-like stroking had him completely rigid. His aching head was swollen and taut, with the opening distended and longing to deliver its payload. Yet he still hadn't been pushed over the top. His cock was so close that it periodically twitched on my tongue and released generous amounts of the precum that he could not stop. He was on the very brink and I would have my reward. I slowly initiated the manipulations of one the best tricks in my imaginative arsenal. I heard a gasp and felt his stomach rise and tighten. I increased my intensity, and the railing board creaked under his death grip. Now trembling, he knew that I would not be pulled from his cock until he had given me all that he was withholding. Performing this entirely forbidden act had worked some sort of mindless carnal sorcery through my mouth and filled my brain with a fever I cannot describe. I initiated one last trick that I knew was complete overkill, but I could not longer stand not having his cum. Cindy knew how to milk an orgasm better than anyone I had ever met, and she now worked hers from an uncontrollable frenzy into a purposeful pleasure fest. Not letting it subside, she gyrated her hips into her own hands and kept the waves coming. Her silky hair began to cover her face in the side-to-side throws of her head on the chair back. When she had milked all of the energy from her exhausted body, her smooth ass lowered again into the chair. Her knees began to part again and with each diminishing aftershock her legs would momentarily stop before opening some more. The jerking rise and fall of her chest slowly evened out and transitioned into a smooth, calming, deep breath. The top hand moved to her face, to pull her hair aside, while the other pulled away to reveal her engorged, drenched vulva. Her wonderful, blond, pubic hairs looked darker and adhered to her pink folds in a slick coating of her abundant self-lubrication. The sweet lips of her opening looked pouty from all the stimulation. Her fingertips subconsciously returned to them to softly caress up and down the edge of her cleft, drawing wetness from the little stream of fluid that now terminated in a welling droplet at the edge of her tight little pucker. The deafening roar of the train isolated each of us entirely as its might pulled a vacuum in its wake and rumbled our very breath. Thus in complete privacy and total abandon he cried out in uncontrollable ecstasy, while the twitching immediately turned into a throbbing pulse between my lips. His knees started to buckle under the pull of his muscles and his hips retreated as he tried to get relief from the unbearable intensity of what my mouth was doing to him. But I was too quick; my hand shot around the back of him to pull him in and immovably lock myself in place. If I had not done this the first scorching, hot rush of liquid could have been wasted outside of my mouth, but his head rested just between my lips and it spread out over my tongue. His head now swelled to so fully fill the space that it acted as a plug, sealing all of the final action right where it belonged. His iron like shaft jerked forward and up into me with the spasm that launched the second blast. He now weakly regained his bearings and pushed his hips forward to insert it deeper into my embrace as he completely submitted to the orgasm and surrendered all he had to me. I slowed my pace like a runner who has just broke the finish line ribbon and now decelerates to a slow, methodical walk while relishing the relief and joy of the moment. Amidst the train engines receding thunder, I could make out his involuntary cries of pleasure that he failed to suppress with every contraction, and release of jism. My up and down motions were almost unnoticeable now as I eagerly milked him, and every action deliberately communicated a powerful message. I gave him everything he could take, in a wild frenzy of stimulating motion, now I halted to slowly take everything he could give me in return. With one hand I held his hip to let him know he wasn't going anywhere until he was sucked dry; I moved the other to his base to rhythmically squeeze him and gently coax his balls, with gentle rubs, to give up their treasure. This left a definite uncovered space on his shaft to distinguish the feel of my warm mouth around him. At his point I didn't want him to just feel covered by my touch. I wanted him to have the distinct sensation of just my mouth around his head, taking his sperm. His continued eruption was encouraged with an undulating massage of my tongue along the underside of the tool of delivery. All of his muscles involuntarily locked and quivered at the moment a stream would shoot forth against my palette. I felt the surge move up his underside with every one, and could gauge the strength of the next blast from it. As it left him, my hungry tongue would draw the remainder away from his opening to make room for the next. This only worked until the fourth gush. By then he had so filled my mouth that all I could do is churn it between us, and that was even better. It seemed like so much, but after about five good streams the tension finally drained out of his hips and down his legs and I could feel him slump as the torrents subsided to become large drops that seeped forth in diminishing size. He rocked his hips back again to escape further stimulation on his hypersensitive flesh, but I stayed with him and pulled him back in. I wasn't trying to torment him; I just couldn't bear losing a single drop. We had both lost all control, and I was like a predator struggling with prey until he succeeded in freeing himself from my unrelenting lips. He managed one step back and buried his face in his crossed arms on the railing, trying to catch his breath while the train cars clacked on the steel tracks like rain after a passing thunderstorm. My hands came to rest on my thighs, while I pulled much needed air through my flaring nostrils; my mouth was occupied with what was equally as precious to me at the time. The engines great horn still echoed in my head as I moved his gift around my mouth to intensify the act of tasting the forbidden fluid, and I watched a pearly remnant at his tip grow into a larger drop with every bobbing, twitching aftershock. I fanned the fires of my erotic fever by thinking that what I now enjoyed in my mouth, moments ago was a burning, turbulent mass inside the body of my friend before me. He had needed to release it, and I had gladly worked it from him in the most intense of personal moments. I was possessed with a demonic lust that burned from between my legs up to my brain, making my head spin with the heat, while I continued to eye that remainder with a fiery stare and waited for the moment that I might catch that last drop. For several moments Cindy softy explored herself in the aftermath, as her eyes slowly opened and looked at the ceiling in a way that suggested she was in contemplation of something. Then she lifted her head and looked down on her own beautiful body while still lightly touching the epicenter of her lust. Her eyes lifted up to the window, perhaps she was viewing herself once more, or perhaps she was contemplating again. The gaze was one of deliberation before determination when her eyes closed again with a long breath and her chin came up a little and she slowly and hesitantly brought her wet fingers to her lips. With the first finger she spread a glistening coat over her bottom lip as her mouth relaxed and opened to let her breath out. The other finger that had been inside her, and was the wettest of all, was met by her tongue and escorted between her lips into her sultry mouth. Her lips closed around it and sucked. Her eyes opened again, just a slit, when Cindy lustily tasted her own passions. After a moment of unconscious lust, a sheepish look came over her face and the fingers curled to rest on her lower lip while her eyes opened and lowered to a corner of the room. She has such a vulnerable look as she closed her hand, pulled it away, and turned her gaze to the side while pulling her robe back around her. Without taking my eyes from the pearly dew drop, I made some room by reluctantly relinquishing a bit to the ultimate pleasure of swallowing some of Eric's sperm. Just as I had finished, he pushed himself back up from the rail and I saw that last drop reach critical mass and begin to pull away from the bottom of his head. The sound of the train was now just the loud wheels on the rails to him, but the roar of the engine still filled me. He saw me lean forward and grab the waistband of his pants to steady things as I moved into position under the semen bead in time to draw it into my appreciative mouth. He saw the huge drop of forbidden, white fluid fall onto his friends tongue and merge with the pool he had already deposited there. I was glad he saw it, so that he could witness the total pleasure it gave me. He could plainly see that making him come felt every bit as good to me, as it did to him. I followed a silky thread back to his head and sucked it clean. But I pressed my luck too far when I couldn't resist sliding my mouth down on him again, if he had let me I would have continued until he was completely soft and exhausted, or hard and ready to go all over again. Putting his hands on my shoulders he stepped to the side and turned away. Now the train receded entirely into the darkness and things seemed twice as quiet as before. With a distracted look on his face, he watched Cindy gather herself and turn to the monitor screen while he carefully put his ultra sensitive, and completely satiated, cock back into his jeans to pull them up. I moved back to sit on the deck and fully tasted every drop before I ecstatically swallowed it. I was careful not to move much while taking that greatest of pleasures, or I would have climaxed uncontrollably myself. That would be later; right now I wanted to totally experience nothing else but my deepest desires being satisfied at the back of my tongue. "I need to finish my run now", he quietly said as he turned to leave. But his legs simply did not have the strength, and his knees were too shaky for running so soon. He weakly walked to the corner of the house, with his hands on his hips, before attempting any wider strides. I was worried to see him just disappear into the darkness like that, and was concerned about his feelings that night, or what they may be later. But I also knew that if he need to work it out on his own, that I should let him go. I composed myself and went back to my front door and entered. I found Cindy in front of the computer looking over more of the DVD. When I entered the room she stood to remove her robe entirely while looking at her reflection in the glass. I walked up behind her to wrap my arms around her and press my breasts to her back. My hand moved down her front, seeking heaven, while I placed a soft loving kiss on her neck. "How did I do?" She asked with a most evil grin as we looked at our reflections. With the same wicked smile I pulled the curtain over the glass and joined my love in pure ecstasy until we arrived, exhausted, at our destination in the dark, early hours.