0 comments/ 21762 views/ 0 favorites Backyard BBQ By: jester4747 You step from the shower feeling refreshed and excited. A peek at the bedroom clock tells you that you still have an hour and a half before company starts to arrive. It's a long weekend and you are eager to use the new BBQ grill we just bought. You hum a little song to yourself as you towel dry in the bathroom. I arrive at the doorway and smile proudly as I see you standing there wrapped in the big soft towel. "Why are you hiding?" I tease. "I'm shy, my King," you respond coyly. "There is no place for shyness with me, Menuda." I reach for the towel and slowly reveal your nakedness, turning your back to me and facing you towards the mirror. I kiss the nape of your neck and along your shoulders as the towel falls to the floor. "It is a pity that such beauty is hidden from the world, but do not hide it from ME. My good little girl knows how much I love her beautiful, sexy body, and how much joy I get from seeing it." My hands begin a slow, longing caress from your shoulders, "I want to gaze upon the wonderful gift you continue to give to me. I want you to know how special you are to me." Your head leans forward as the goose bumps rise on your flesh. You can feel my desire pressed against the small of your back. Your hands brace against the vanity as mine reach the place between your legs. You spread your feet as my fingers tease your lips and clit. I playfully tug at the hair that you have left behind. "Will you be shaving me today," you ask with a purr. "I'm not sure. What do you think, Menuda?" "Only if it pleases you to shave me, my King." "Then it shall be," I answer, reaching for the towel and razor. Letting you go is almost a letdown, but we both consider it a small step backwards on the way to a more enjoyable trip forwards. You take the towel to the bedroom and position yourself on the edge of the bed. I am close behind with shave cream, washcloth and razor in hand. It is a familiar process, arousing and satisfying for us both. I work delicately and meticulously, checking and rechecking for hairs that may have been missed. Strokes of the razor are followed by caresses of the washcloth. I take great satisfaction in knowing you trust me so. Even back to our first time, no other has ever taken a razor to you in this most intimate of ways. I rise to my knees, giving you a final wipe clean. I make sure all the shorn hairs have not fallen on the floor and take the towel from under your hips. "My King...?" you say with a hint of disappointment. I turn to you from the bathroom door. "Aren't you going to give me your final inspection?" There is a wicked twinkle in your eye that I am practically helpless to resist. You spread your legs wider and pull your knees higher as I approach. "Thank you Menuda, you are a good girl for remembering." From my knees, I move close enough for you to feel the warmth of my breath on your freshly shaved skin. "It's too bad that I left my glasses downstairs, because I cannot really see too well. Perhaps I can just feel for left over hairs... hmmm?" My tongue parts your lips and presses your clit. I can hear the deep breath as it fills your lungs deeply. A long slow stroke along your wet lips draws your knees higher and arches your back. The insertion of a finger brings your moan down to a guttural tone. You are wet and eager and I am hard and throbbing. I stroke myself as I kneel before you with my face between your warm thighs. I feel them grip tightly around my head as your peak nears and your outside world slips away. The rush of sensation begins, but I leave you with only your momentum to finish the job. I stand and masturbate myself as I press the head of my cock to your clit. Your hips rock to rub against my hardness and your eyes beg for my penetration. I take hold of your ankles and press your hips into the bed, slowly guiding the pink head between your throbbing lips. With one long push inside you, I deposit my lust as our bodies shudder together. More. We both know that you need more. Your orgasm was just a tease, and not quite the full release. I smile at you as your hips continue to churn, trying to milk more from my subsiding erection. I still cannot believe that such a beautiful woman craves to be with me. I am so thankful that I have found my petite lioness. My gaze prompts you to self consciousness and you try to deflect it with the simple question, "What...?" I stroke your hair, but say nothing. I lean forward to kiss your face, and then withdraw myself. I glance at the clock and see we need to get dressed. "I have put your dress over the chair. I want everyone to realize that you are the most sexy and beautiful woman at the party today, Menuda. You are so sexy in that dress and I know the guys will agree with me." "And another thing," I say before leaving. "We are going to play a game today" A distrustful look purses your lips, but you listen before speaking. "During the party today, I want you to find a way to stroke my cock in public at least 10 times before the party is over. Am I clear..?" "And what if I fail..?" you ask, already knowing the answer. "You cannot fail. I know you better than that, but if you choose to not complete your task..." I give two quick, light slaps on your outer thighs. "You will spend the night over my knee." I give you a playful stern look, and you respond with a baby girl nod of agreement. "Yes, my King." I dismiss myself with another brief kiss, and then I am gone to finish preparations. You lay on the bed a moment longer savoring the remnants of our play. You want more, but you stand knowing that there are things to prepare. You raise the white sundress from the chair and smile in agreement as you hold it up in front of the mirror. "No one is going to be as hot as me today. I am going to make my King proud." ****** You can smell the grill from the backyard as you descend the stairs. You see me coming in through the back door as I continue my trips from the kitchen. A smile of appreciation crosses my face as I witness your beauty. You turn to give me the whole view, and your loose skirt billows, showing me just a peek of your cheeks. "Are you pleased, my King?" "Yes, Menuda. You always please me." My smile consumes my entire face as I still can't believe what I have in you. I am inclined to have you again, but the doorbell signals the first guests, and you head for the front door. Your hand reaches the doorknob, but you are frozen by my call. "Wait," I say as I walk up behind you. "I need to correct something." I place both of your hands against the door, and begin to raise your dress. My fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, and you feel it slipping over your hips. "Where did these come from?" I ask in your ear. "They were not on the chair." "I got them from the drawer. I thought you forgot them, so I..." "Menuda," I cut you off. "I rarely forget. If I wanted you in underwear, I would have put them out for you." I slip a hand between your legs and begin circles with your clit as I speak. Your eyes begin to close and your head falls back in surrender. The doorbell rings a second time and I can see through the curtains that our friends are gathering outside on the stoop. "This is why I shaved you, my sweet. I didn't want the dark patch of hair to betray your nakedness underneath the white dress." Faster circles and your hips push back into my groin. The hardness of my cock is evident, and your sighs start to become moans. More friends, and the bell rings a third time as my fingers invade you. Your knees shake... and I stop the play. You slap the door at my teasing, and moan frustration. I step back and lick your taste from my hand, making sure you see me do it. The bell rings a fourth time. "Now," I say taking a step away from you. "Let them in." You hesitate a moment to gather yourself, and open the door with a grin. Hello's are exchanged, with hugs and kisses aplenty, but you still have a distraction on your mind. You watch my hand extend as I approach my old college buddy, and can only think of where it just was. Our hands meet and I make it quite obvious, sending a devious current through your body. "Dude!" he says, wiping the wetness from his hand. "Oh shit, sorry," I answer, grabbing the towel from my belt. I wipe his hand and then mine, dismissing the wetness as a result of my grill work, but you and I exchange a glace showing we both know better. ****** The party goes well and everyone is having fun. The day is quite warm and sunny and we are happy to catch up with the friends we have not seen in a while. We have a badminton net set up for those who want to play, and we've noticed the boys are getting quite competitive as the games go on. I'm flipping more burgers on the grill when you arrive with the plate of fish and set it on the table close by, then you wrap your arms around me for a happy embrace. "Do you want me to cook that fish now?" I ask. "What I want is this," you answer as you put your hand on my groin. You step around to the side of me to shield your fun from the guys playing on the driveway, and run your hands along my hardening shaft. "One, two, three..." you count with each caress along its length. It is at full stretch, but you decide to stop there. "Seven more you whisper as you slink away grinning." You stroll towards the badminton game, knowing I will enjoy the delightful wiggle as you do. I watch as the guys' heads follow you; the beer is making it difficult for them to mask their voyeurism. Your spaghetti straps advertise the fact that you are wearing no bra, and they all wonder what it would be like to see more of you. I smile to myself. You are the sexiest woman here. It isn't just today, not for me, but I know you never believe me. ****** The grand feast is ready to eat, and we have all taken our seats at the table. There is laughter and teasing, as old friends are apt to do. We can see that your friends and mine have all hit it off well, and the groups are no longer separate. You lean your head on my shoulder and let out a contented sigh, pleased with how things have gone so far. "We did good, babe. I'm glad we invited them all here." "We did good," I echo. "I'm happy we did this too." I kiss you on top of your head and pull you closer to my hip. "My good girl, I love you so much." "But now we need to clean up before dessert," I say changing the subject. We clean the table and get the leftover food indoors as the guests keep chatting on the lawn. I realize it won't be long before the mosquitoes take over, so I usher you inside to ready the assorted sweets. I meet you in the kitchen with an armful of plates, and put the stack in the sink. You take the box of cookies from the fridge and set them on the counter. I kiss your shoulder, raising goose bumps on your back. Then I instruct you to take the desserts outside and to meet me back here, before I head upstairs. I hear you yelling for our guests to help themselves, and you excuse yourself to get more from the kitchen. I am waiting there when you return, and immediately reach for your skirt. Your excitement has not waned since I touched you last, and your pants of - yes, yes, yes... - are music to my ears. I help you onto the counter and push my fingers deep inside. I slide the straps off your shoulders and expose your nipples, then suck hard to make them stand. Then I pull out the dangles and secure them in place, finally covering my treasure. Your head swivels to make sure no one wanders inside, perhaps looking for the bathroom. They will not see your hips, but they will wonder why you are up to high. My fingers take you faster and the static clouds your brain. You are no longer watching for safety, but rather sinking into the abyss. "What do you ask?" I instruct. "Unngh," is all you can muster. I can see I need to lead again. "Are you ready? Is my good girl ready?" My fingers are pushing deeper and faster as your body braces for the pending climax. "Ye... Ye...." Is all you can muster. "plea.. plea.." "Close, Menuda, so very close.." "PLE... PLEASE," you finally manage to force out. "Good girl!" I respond as I push you to the brink. "That's my good girl." Too close on the heels of your climax, footsteps are heard from the hall. A wandering guest missed the bathroom and is headed for the kitchen. I quickly slip you off the counter and ensure you can stand before sticking my head thru the doorway. "What's up buddy, run out of cookies already?" "Nope, looking for the little boys' room." "Behind you on the left, man. You just passed it." "Ah, there we go. Cool." You hear the door lock slide closed and exhale the breathe you had been holding. "My King is quite daring these days," you pant. I only smirk in reply. I take two plates in my hands and head back to the party with you close behind. As I reach the doorway, I turn to push the door open with my backside. As I do, you stroke my pants again, "Four, five, six. Four to go." "Hmm, I don't know if I should count those because technically we were not outside in public." ****** The tiki torches have been lit, and we managed to stave off an onslaught of bugs as the sun went down. It has gotten cooler and you have put on a small sweater against the chilly night air. You walk over to my seat and observe the bulge in my shorts. Again you place yourself between me and the guests, and lean forward to kiss me. Your hands are on my thighs for balance, but one manages to slip up the leg of my shorts, to feel the actual flesh. "Seven," you whisper again, as I feel your fingernails gently stroke the head and tip. "Now will you warm me, my King?" I spread my arms, inviting you to sit on my lap, and then curling you close to my chest. We sit in the cool night air and momentarily forget there are others her with us. We could sit here for hours, but the clock shows it is getting late. Our guests begin to stir, and the parade for the last bathroom run commences. You stay on my lap as our conversations wrap, but now reposition yourself against my hardness. You realize that you are running out of time to complete your chore, but you are emboldened by the shadows of night. You reach down to align your cheeks with the hardness below, and begin a slow, inconspicuous slide towards my knee and back. Even though I am finishing a conversation, I can hear your count the rest softly. "Eight, nine, and ten." Then you stand and leave me, offering to help your girlfriend find her purse inside the house. I applaud your creativity. I didn't specify hands, and you did complete the task. Again, my girl has well pleased me. You escort the last of our guests around the side of the house to their cars, leaving me to clear up the remaining plates and glasses. You return to find me sitting on a lawn chair in the shadows, holding a drink in my hand. I beckon you towards me and invite you back onto my lap. We kiss passionately without a word said between us, a shared congratulations on a party well executed. "That really was fun tonight," I begin. "I hope that's not all the fun for tonight, my King. I completed my task, isn't there some reward for me?" I nudge you from my lap and loosen my belt and pants, before standing to slip them off. Your eyes fixate on the prize you have been waiting for as I sit, tapping my thighs in an invitation for you to sit. You turn and raise your skirt, easing yourself onto my hardness. There is a collective sigh between us, as the world is once again in order. You lean backwards against my chest as my arms wrap around you. "I adore you Menuda, my good little girl. You make me so happy, and this feels so good." Your hips churn slowly. There is no race to the end now. We are simply connecting, savoring the closeness. It is as much mental as physical. It is deep and strong. You purr softly in the darkness, as my hands glide gently over your body. You pull down the top of your dress, and guide me to your nipples which are hard against the cool air. Your chest rises at my touch and a shiver raises goose bumps on your naked breasts. We build slowly at first, but increase our tempo as time passes. Our sounds of passion start to rise and the thought of our neighbors comes to mind. Circles on you clit bring you beyond the point of bashfulness, and you beg me to continue. The neighbors' house is dark, so I expect they are not home yet, but when they might return, I cannot predict. "Yessss," you coo softly into the night, as I feel your climax approaching. "My King," you say from the zone of pending orgasm. "My... my... mm.. uuunngghh" I struggle to hold you close against the writhing. The spasms come from deep within. Your hands grip the chair tightly and your legs flail. I pull your head backwards and press my hand over your mouth, as I see the headlights turn into the driveway next door. Did they notice us when the headlights shone into our yard? Did you notice the lights as well? I don't want them to hear us, nor do I want you to have this moment ruined. You relax as it passes and I lighten my hold. You turn to kiss me, still aware of the hardness inside you. "Be a good girl and serve me now," I whisper as I gaze deeply into your eyes. "Yes my King," you say as you slip off my lap to kneel in the grass. You take me into your mouth to taste yourself on me. Your fingers stroke my balls and run up and down my cock. My head falls back at the amazing sensations you create, as I feel myself slide deeply into your mouth. Within moments, you have me on the brink and I grab for your hair, holding you fast to swallow my offering. Your tongue is skilled to bring me the rest of the way, and I am oddly aware of the cool air surrounding my balls as the skin tightens in orgasmic release. I am woken some hours later by the sound of the wind in the trees. You are curled in my lap on the same lawn chair, and there is an old scratchy blanket across our bodies. I turn you slightly to free my arm, and pull the blanket to cover us better. I just hope that the neighbor doesn't have plans to mow his lawn too early tomorrow. I kiss your head and pull you closer, before drifting back to sleep. Backyard BBQ It's a beautiful sunny afternoon. I'm outside tending to some steaks on the grill. You're over at the picnic table fixing a salad in a short sundress the flows in the light breeze. I can see your curves as the light shines through the fabric. You're hair shines in the light, you shoot me a sexy little smile and I wink back at you. I turn back to check on the food. You walk up behind me and wrap your arms around me, fingertips rubbing my chest. You kiss my neck. "Mmm.. baby those look great." you tell me. "I know I've been working out. Haha!" You playfully slap my cheek, "I was talking about the steaks you dork!" and giggle. All I do is chuckle. I hear you sigh and rest your head on my shoulder. Your hands start to slide down my body. You lift my shirt. "Hmm.. what are you doing baby?" I ask. Your other hand slides down my jeans. "Hey, hey. I'm cooking babe." You tell me, "I don't care. You look so good, I want you right here in the yard." and you plant a hard kiss on my lips. Between you hand on my cock and the taste of your lips I'm powerless to resist. I pull the steaks off the the heat. You lead me by my pants and push me down on the bench. You put your hands on my shoulders and kiss my lips. Kiss down my neck. You start unbuttoning my shirt and kiss down my chest and abs. You get down on your knees, unbuckle my belt and slide it off. You laugh a naughty little laugh. I finish pulling off my shirt as you unzipping my jeans. You grab the top of them and slide the down to my ankles. My cock is already throbbing in front of you. Your hands rub along my my thighs. My body relaxes and I lean back, yours for the taking. Your hands slide up my abs and back down. You wrap one hand around my shaft and start to stroke it. I sigh and groan. Your soft hands feel amazing sliding up and down my hard cock. Your other hand goes down and you tease your pussy. You close your eyes and lean your head back and moan. You look straight at me. You flip your hair to the side and bite you lip. Looking so cute, but oh so naughty. You lean towards my cock and start to flick and lick the head. My breath catches and comes out as a grunt. You continue to stroke my shaft while you suck the head. My breathing quickens. "Mnn.. baby. You weren't hungry for steaks were you?" You look at me and giggle. I lay back as you stop stroking me and take my full length into you mouth. I grunt as you choke me down. You start to bob your head. I run my fingers through your hair. Your lips around my cock make me want to cum. My toes start to curl and I feel the precum build. You release me from your mouth. You grab and squeeze my shaft and precum pools and my tip. You lap it up and smile at me. "How are you doing sweetie?" you ask me. catching my breath I say, "I'm... great baby..." You stand up and laugh. I sit up as you drop your sundress to the ground. You're standing in front in all your sexyness. "Ooh babe! No underwear today? Very nice!" I shout as my eyes scan up your legs, past your pussy and fix on your perky breasts. Your nipples are already hard and I can see you've already gotten your pussy nice and wet with you fingers. I grab you by the hips, "Haha! Come here you naughty girl!" You yelp and giggle as I pick you up and set you down straddling my lap. I grab my cock and rub it against your clit and you moan. You lift up a bit and I work myself up into your wet pussy. As you slide down on my shaft your body tenses and you groan til my entire cock is inside you. You grind against me and I inhale quick and growl. "God... dammit that's good baby" You put your hands on my chest, laugh and start to ride me. I reach down and get a firm hold on your hips squeezing as you go up and down. Your head goes back a you moan passionately. I feel your thighs tighten. Your breathing turns to panting and your pussy is getting wetter. I move one had to your clit and start rubbing it with my thumb. You yelp and your chest heaves as you start bouncing faster. Your breasts popping up and down is hypnotic. I lift myself up and wrap my arms around you, my hands on your shoulders from behind. I force you down on me. As I jab into you grunt. I let you lift and force you down more and more, each time your grunt becomes a higher pitch. We start going faster and your chest begins heaving and you breathing quickens. You wrap your arms around me with you head on my shoulders. You rub you breasts against my chest as you ride me. Your breathing becomes even faster. "Ahn! Baby I'm cumming! Keep fucking me!" you scream, "Ahh!" I grunt and start thrusting up harder. You start a long whine that grows into a long moan as you cum for me. It fades off into heavy breathing and laughter. Your whole body is quivering on top of me. You cant seem to release youself from me. I reach down and cup your ass as I stand up. Your legs wrap around my waist. I walk us over to the soft grass and lay you down on your back. Your body stops quivering and your arms release as you sink into the ground. I look down at your body. Beads of sweat glisten in the sun. Our eyes meet and I lean down to kiss you. Your taste of your lips makes me tingle. You bite my lips, it hurts so good my hip bucks and you yelp as I go inside you. I start to thrust myself in and out slowly. Your hand grab my waist and squeeze. I speed up my thrust making you groan as I go deeper. I bury my face in your neck and kiss you down to you breasts. I lick and suck on your hard, perky nipples. Flicking them with my tongue. My thrusting becomes hard and fast. I'm getting close. By the sound of your moaning you're close to another climax as well. I lean in close and wrap my arms around you. We roll over to me on my back. Your head is on my shoulder and mine on yours. You start to climax. "Ahh.. Baby cum with me! Cum inside me!" you scream. "Guh.. uh.. yes.!" I manage to grunt. My toes curl. You lift up and arch your back as you cum. Three quick thrusts. "Hah..ah... uhnn!" as I spill into you. You lay your head on my chest, both hands on my shoulders. Sweaty and breathing hard we lay in the grass. My hand caressing your back. You look up and kiss my lips. Backyard Bikini It was a particularly hot summer in late '90s: Jody and I had been married for just a few months. We lived in a small rented house together with a few friends, and as it was the middle of the summer break, most had left the college town to spend the time with friends and family. Jody and I had stayed at the house, along with our housemate Mike. It was a beautiful summer's day, and our small backyard, surrounded by a high fence, made a perfect sunbathing spot for Jody. On that day she took full advantage of the seclusion by stretching out on a beach towel in one of the tiniest string bikinis I'd ever seen. Her petite body was the perfect mix of athletic and feminine -- her tight abs and long legs were framed by a perfect round ass and full, pert breasts that filled out her polka-dot bikini to bursting point. As I opened the backdoor into the yard to join her, I tripped over a bottle of baby oil that sat by the wall. "Shouldn't you be using suntan oil instead?" I asked. "I ran out, but this does the same thing -- besides, don't you like the way I look with a nice coating of oil?" Jody replied with a wink. She took the bottle out of my hand and lying on her back, held it above her torso; the oil drizzled onto her olive skin, slowly turning a golden brown in the summer sun. She rubbed the oil onto her abs and then raised each slender leg in turn to give them another coating. I moved in front of her to get a better view, also knowing that if Mike approached the backdoor I would be able to give Jody a signal to cover-up, although I had a feeling that Jody couldn't care less about hiding her body. She flashed a coy smile and stared deep into my hungry eyes as she worked her oily hands up her half naked body. Her eyes were asking me how far I would let her go with this spectacle outside, but as nobody could see, we both knew this was a game of wait and see. With a twist of her legs, she moved from her reclining position to kneeling just in front of me, and keeping her eyes fixed on mine, she tugged both strings at the sides of her bikini top. Before I knew it, she had flung the tiny piece of fabric at my face! Her breasts were beautiful in the summer glare, firm and round, browned from the sun, her nipples standing to attention. She held the bottle of baby oil a foot above her chest and squeezed a long spray from the bottle, splashing her bare chest. Dropping the bottle, she pushed herself onto the tips of her toes, flung her head back and moaned as she rubbed the oil into her breasts, both hands squeezing and rubbing her nipples like buds ripening in the afternoon sun. We were both so engrossed in her show that we didn't hear the back door open. Mike rubbed his eyes in the glare of midday and let out a "Whoa!" as he found himself a couple of feet away from my oiled wife's private show. Thinking that Jody would simply crack a joke and run inside, I picked up a nearby towel to offer it to her, but as I stretched out my hand, she swung her hips round, and caught Mike by the belt loop of his pants as he was backing towards the door. "Not staying?" she asked with a naughty giggle. Jody knelt at his feet and rubbed her oily breasts for his benefit with her right hand while her left hand tugged downwards, looking like it would pull Mike's pants clean off in seconds. She looked back over her beautifully sculpted shoulders at me with her 'naughty girl' pout and winked, I nodded back and she turned again to Mike and said "Were going to have a little fun!" We had discussed a threesome a few days before while making love. Jody confessed that she would masturbate while dreaming of fucking two guys at once. I said I'd love to help her make her dream a reality -- little did I know she'd actually go through with it! Now her right hand moved quickly to Mike's zipper and yanked down hard as her left hand unbuttoned his pants. "Take your shirt off" she ordered. Mike looked at me with a mixture of bewilderment and amazement, "I think you'd better do as she says," I consented, and he pulled off his shirt as his pants fell to the floor. Jody started to kiss his penis, half erect already, and quivering with expectation. As she began to kiss Mike's cock, her hand traveled down her bronzed abs to her bikini bottom where her slender fingers slipped under the tiny triangle of polka dots to the soft mound below, she moaned in pleasure as she found her wetness and gasped as her fingers slipped inside her silky vagina. Licking his balls, her tongue traveled from the bottom of his shaft, lingering briefly on the tip of his cock, before traveling back down to his balls again -- his penis glittered with her spit and Mike's head lolled backwards with a look of sheer ecstasy. I pulled-off my pants to release my own throbbing cock and stood naked behind her, eagerly pulling at the string of her bikini panties. I exposed the pink folds of her soaking wet vagina to the midday sun, and her fingers glittered as they danced over the soft flesh. As I knelt beside her, Jody took the slippery hand from her sodden crotch and stroked my cock with glistening fingers. I pushed two fingers into her pussy, and she responded by pushing back hard, grunting with pleasure. With a cock in each hand and her body glistening from the baby oil, she looked like a sexy nymph, an uninhibited goddess of the summer. By now she was stroking her hand along the full length of Mike's cock, alternating long, firm licks up and down his shaft with frantic sucks of the swollen purple head. I pushed my own swollen cock into the soft flesh of her cunt and she finally interrupted her sucking to gasp with pleasure. Looking over her shoulder she moaned: "That's what I've been waiting for". Turning back to Mike, she continued to frantically wank his shaft, then commanded him to get on his back. He slowly lowered himself onto the ground, and then when her mouth found his cock again, Jody began sucking his massively erect cock with increased ferocity. Kneeling behind Jody as she lay atop Mike, I moved my hands around her to squeeze her oiled tits, and she moaned like a wild animal as I slid my grip down her lubricated torso to grasp her hips tightly to increase the strength of my thrusts into her juicy cunt, all the while my cock feeling like it was about to explode. Jody looked over her shoulder into my eyes, she whispered "I'm such a lucky girl, this is the most erotic think I've ever done". Suddenly, she quickly jerked her body away from my cock, and flashed me a dirty smile. Still grasping Mike's cock, she swung her legs over him, her wet pink pussy inches above his glistening rod. She thrust her wet cunt down upon his prick with all her weight: Jody and Mike let out simultaneous cries of ecstasy. Mike tried his best to stay in control and not shoot his load, but Jody moved faster and faster and came in just a few seconds: "Oh God! FUCK YES!!!" she roared with exultation and flung her arms back, brushing her hair away from her face; her breasts pointing heavenwards as her body twisted in pleasure. Breathing heavily she continued to ride Mike's cock, slower now -- savoring each single stroke as he rubbed her firm, oiled breasts. I watched from behind as my wife's wet cunt rode the shaft of another man's cock, while he stroked her perfect tits. Grabbing the nearby bottle of baby oil Jody turned around and squirted a load onto her round ass and worked it in with both hands, jiggling her butt in the rhythm of her fucking. Her hand rubbed her ass from the bottom of her spine down to the base of Mike's cock and back up again several times before slipping a finger into her tight little anus. Pushing her middle finger into her ass as far is it would go; she began jerking it in and out with the rhythm of Mike's cock. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she panted at me. My cock, still glistening from her cunt's wetness was throbbing in expectation, I moved into position over her, and pushed the tip of my cock into the tiny opening of her ass. She gasped with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and for a second she stopped her fluid fucking motion: "Hold it there," she panted as Mike and I both held our breath. Breathing heavily, she wiped the sweat-soaked hair from her face again and declared, "OK... I want you both to fuck me as hard as you can". Feeling the blood rushing to my cock, I grasped her bronzed hips and pounded her tight little ass with all my energy. Mike continued to pound away at her pussy; our hands grasping at her oiled tits. Jody frantically rubbed around her clitoris, "Oh God! I love both your cocks in me! I'm such a bad little slut! I want you to fill me with your cum!" she moaned, squeezing Mike's cock in the process until after a few moments she shuddered again with a second orgasm, quieter this time, but longer and deeper. "Ohhhh, Yesssssss!" she hissed through gritted teeth, her torso grinding down onto the two rock-hard cocks that filled her ass and cunt. Mike, overwhelmed at this display from Jody was just about to lose it: "Oh God, I'm going to shoot my load!" he exclaimed. I quickly pulled my erect cock from Jody's ass, and before I could blink she was kneeling again between Mike and me tugging at our erections with both hands as we stood over her. She spat once again on Mike's penis and rubbed it between her tits, mouthing a sincere "Thank you," to him, and sensing he was about to reach his orgasm, brought up the throbbing cock to her lips just as his creamy load exploded from his swollen penis. Jody caught the first load in her mouth, and her face and neck received a thick coating of his cum. She licked her lips and took his cock in her mouth to swallow his spunk while the thick semen dribbled down her chin to glisten on her tits. She turned around to look me in the eyes, stroking my own enflamed cock all the while, "I love you," she silently mouthed and I came harder than I'd ever imagined, splattering her sun-bronzed face with my thick white seed. Grasping my cock, still slick with oil from her ass, Jody sucked every last drop of cum from my dick, mixing in her mouth with Mike's cum and swallowed mouthful after mouthful. "Mmmm, you both taste so good!" she laughed while running her hands over her breasts, where spots of white cum stood in bright contrast on her bronzed, oiled skin.. I picked-up the towel again and offered it to my gorgeous wife as Mike collected his clothes, disappearing to share his story with friends. "Not so fast!" Jodie giggled, grabbing my cock, now erect again at the site of my cum-splattered bride. Happy to oblige, I flipped Jody over onto all fours -- she moaned as I flicked my tongue around her engorged cunt and ass. She had been a very bad girl and was eager to be punished. I was happy to oblige. Backyard Brawl My girlfriend, Sally, works in a large office, which is run by a woman named Jan, or as my Sally calls her, Miss Bitch. Many times after work Sally has come home fuming mad due to Jan, who seemed to get pleasure in degrading Sally, from her work to her clothes, lifestyle, etc. Rather than explode, she decided to put up with it due to the good pay and benefits the job had. One of Sally's co-workers decided to throw an office party, inviting all the office girls and husbands and boyfriends. The party was at a beach house and everyone there was strolling around in their bathing suits. After many bottles of booze had gone the wayside, the place was jumping. Sally, feeling good from a few too many, suddenly got a nasty disposition as she spotted Jan. Seeing Jan for the first time, I didn't know she was such a good looker. Her build was exactly like Sally's, about 5'7" and 115 pounds. She was stunning in her skimpy bikini, with her ample breasts; she sauntered towards us. Sally, being drunk and upset at Jan for showing up, got beer-inspired brave, stepped in front of Jan and said, "Well, Miss Bitch has decided to show up and ruin everyone's fun." Jan quickly told Sally to "Go to hell asshole." Immediately, like a cat, Sally slapped her, and then grabbed a hand full of her pretty hair. Jan soon matched Sally's anger by punching her stomach rapid-fire as Sally released her hair. Dazed, Sally doubled over in hopes of catching her breath back. Taking advantage of the condition, Jan reared back and caught her smack dab in the face, sending Sally sprawling to the ground. Jan pounced on top of her, flailing away with her long sharp fingernails. Sally regained herself from her lack of air, and with Jan on top of her, she grabbed a hand full of Jan's bikini top and yanked it off. Jan, turning totally embarrassed at her public viewing of her swaying tits, jumped, covering her chest. Taking advantage of Jan's modesty, Sally wailed away at her face, repeatedly punching her in the face, while Jan vainly tried to cover her boobs, giving Sally free shots to her now dazed and reeling head. Jan finally raised her arms to protect herself, as her tits bouncing brought cheers from the party-goers, who strangely did not try to stop this catfight, mainly because all the women who worked with Jan were hoping to see Sally give her the beating they all wished for. As most of her co-workers cheered her on, Sally took over. Seeing how ineffective she was when naked tits were exposed, she reached down and yanked Jan's bikini bottom to her ankles. Shrieking, Jan tried to run from her totally naked exhibition, but tripped on her own bikini bottom, still on her ankles. With Jan on all fours, Sally continued her assortment of clawing uppercuts to her body. Jan began to beg for mercy as Sally's blows made her start to cry. But knowing my Sally, I could tell she was not quite ready to end it. Humiliating her was what she wanted as punishment for bitch behavior towards her and her friends. Sally grabbed a now totally defeated Jan by her boobs, yanking her painfully to her wobbling feet. Spotting the party host's weight lifting bench, which her husband used on the patio, Sally shoved Jan between the two steel weight props, which were at one end of the bench. It was a tight fit even for Jan's slim waist, but Sally squashed her down, wedging her hips firmly. Using Jan's own bikini top, she tied Jan's upper torso and arms securely, so that she was flat, pressed against the bench, while kneeling at the other end of the bench, hips stuck firmly. Raising her hands in victory, cheers filled the air. Jan's ass wiggled frantically as she tried vainly to get free. What a sight to see Jan's well-rounded bottom, upturned wiggling to free itself. And as a final humiliation, Sally mounted Jan on top of her lower back, a leg on each side, and shouted, "All in favor of me giving Miss Bitch a good old fashioned spanking, say aye!" Aye! roared from the women's mouths. With eagerness, she abided. Sally pulled off one of her flat hard clogs from her foot, gazed down at the still wiggling ass, and said, "Here's for all the mean shit you dumped on all of us!" She raised the flat wood sandal, smiled and swatted Jan's bottom, stinging her mounds. Avidly she administered it to her ass, which began to turn beet red with each swat. Jan's ass wiggled desperately, as laughter roared. Poor Jan began to cry as Sally swatted and slapped her tortured fanny. Helpless, Jan pouted, "Please stop, I'll do anything." Sally stopped, got off Jan, walked over to the other end where Jan's head strained on the bench. Sally bent over, pulled her bikini bottom down slightly, exposing one of her ass cheeks, placed her ass right in front of Jan's pouting face and said, "Kiss my ass, you bitch." Totally defeated, Jan began kissing Sally's backside. Again, cheers and laughter filled the air as my Sally had given to Jan what everyone thought was exactly what she deserved. Sally, after making Jan lick and kiss her ass for a few more seconds, went to the picnic table, picked up some gooey bowl of party dip, sauntered over to Jan and triumphantly dumped the dip on her head. This final humiliation was greatly received by the crowd as Jan's hair oozed with cheese dip. Ironically, Sally did not get fired because Jan, so terribly embarrassed to show her face in that office, resigned. But before quitting, told personnel about her ordeal. When her co-workers were confronted about the validity of Jan's story, they all feigned ignorance. To excuse the pun, they all showed by not talking, that they were all behind what Sally did to her behind.