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Concerto

By: SunrockSin



 

His fingers play over her like she is a piano, the nimble and soft tips gently sliding over her delicate skin, finding a singular delight in each note of her. The crescendo would rise with her breasts, soaring as the flesh almost shivers in anticipation of each breath, each whisper, each moan. Suddenly the melody pauses as he holds a nipple between his finger and thumb, the tone drawn to a nearly breathless fermata and then descending onto the cool white of her stomach.

Looking into her eyes, his music flows upward as he caresses her face, moving her head slightly to the side as his lips warms hers, his tongue momentarily slipping into her mouth and then quickly retreating. Fingers weave into her hair, each delicate strand perfectly tuned, arranged and then left in place. Palms now warm her cheeks, he holds her head just so, his thumbs catch the corner of her permanent smile.

Returning to his piano solo, his fingers play down her neck and then quickly rise over the now familiar breasts, as each note vibrates in her skin. She is firm, her nipples taut as the music rolls downward onto her side and over her hips. He nudges her legs open as he follows the keys through her perfect fleece, the curls wrapping around his fingers, guiding him to each successive sound.

Thighs, firm, muscular, but so soft to his touch, resound to his play. He smiles, knowing how the staccato rhythms on her thighs, knees and calves teases her as she is left longing his firm progression on the melody. He pauses again and simply looks over limp body, naked and completely devoted to his music as few women have ever been. Feeling the firmness pressing against his pants, he focuses on her, his instrument, dropping his head down to rest on her thigh.

Gazing up at her he sees her face, just beyond the gentle peaks of her breasts, the soft rounded bulge of her pubis, the luxuriant curls of hair and the magnificent furrow just beneath. Moving his hand up her thigh, he watches his fingers gently probe her most delicate folds, searching for her rhythm, for the perfect notes to play. Deeper into her, he feels her open to him as he penetrates and withdraws, like the distant echo repeating itself.

Upward, he feels a trembling in a slight vibrato as a breath quickens and a pulse surges. He sees it then, just slightly beyond his fingertips, the nub, the core, the perfect note to play, gently again and again until she reaches out, reaches up to the exultant perfection of tone, rhythm and melody. Feeling it, touching the firm nub he plays and listens to the music as she rises again to the trembling crescendo and then climaxes as his fingers slip deep into her and the melody slowly fades.

Lifting his head, he looks her over and feels an urgent throbbing in his pants. He whispers, "There isn't time tonight, but tomorrow, tomorrow we will resume." Moving to her head, he kisses her goodnight as he dreams of what he will do tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow he will kneel between her legs, press his hard cock into her as his hands play over her and together they will feel that perfect crescendo.

Tomorrow, when they finish making love, he will carefully bathe her, touching her as he touched her tonight and then carefully dress her. He'll spend one more morning with her before she will have to leave, it will be a perfect morning for both of them, but tonight he must leave her now. He slowly caresses her feet before sliding them beneath the cover.

Holding the icy zipper, he carefully pulls it upward as the cover closes over her calves, her knees, her thighs, the curly fleece of her pubis and then over her stomach. Lifting the cover some to clear her breasts, he continues zipping, soon hiding her breasts, her neck and then her face. Tucking her hair inside, he tugs on the zipper and zips the bag shut before taking firm hold of the drawer and pushing it back into place.

Picturing their plans for the morning, he walks to his desk and sits down, jotting a few notes before turning off the desk light and walking slowly to the door. He opens the door and listens to the utter silence. "Quite a difference I think," he whispers to himself, remembering the music. He then turns out the overhead lights, closes the door and then pushes his key into the lock. Walking away from the morgue he imagines Chopin dabbing the formaldehyde from his piano keys before sitting on the bench to play. 

  

Concerto Appassionato



For the lovers of music, and the music of lovers.

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Her hands ached. She had been at it for three hours at least, practicing scales, arpeggios, and passage work on her viola, her nimble fingers now worn and protesting. She glanced at her watch – 11:45 p.m. – and verified her three-hour estimate. She knew it was late, and that she should have been in bed awhile back, but she also knew that this was when she liked to practice most. Late at night, the rooms and corridors empty of people, of noise – just her, the viola, and the notes flying from her fingers. It had become a nightly ritual for her, and her sanctuary. A time that was just for her, a time for music.

She packed up, dusting the rosin from the polished, grained wood of the viola's body, loosening the alabaster hairs of the bow. She laid the viola securely in its bed of velvet, gently fastened the bow into place, and placed her music back into its pouch. She ran her fingers up the C-string, stroking from the fingerboard to the bridge. She loved this string; the lowest in pitch, it was what gave her viola the dark, hauntingly mellow tone that was its voice. When she played, she could feel the vibrations through her shoulder and running down her spine every time she stroked the bow across the string, as if her body was an extension of the instrument. With one last loving caress, she shut the lid of her case and zipped it, and, placing the strap over her shoulder, flipped off the light and stepped out into the dark hallway.

A moment's passage told her she was not alone. She heard the sounds of someone playing a piano. She was in the basement, where the practice rooms were, but the sounds were floating down from above, from the concert hall, she thought. She turned and began walking down the dark corridor towards the stairs. With each step the music grew in volume – it seemed whoever was playing was warming up. By the time she reached the top of the stairs, behind the door that opened up into the backstage area, the air was practically vibrating with the voice of the piano. She stood there, wanting so much to open that door, sit down backstage, and just listen. But to be standing there, even hidden safely behind the door, was an invasion upon the solitude of practicing, as she well knew. 

There she stood, torn between staying and going. She should leave, she decided – but she was transfixed. Whoever was playing was slowly mesmerizing her, seducing her senses with the stroke of a finger. She heard the beginnings of an A minor scale, the player so slowly and so painfully milking the piano, each note seeping from the instrument as if in deep lament. She decided that she had to know who was doing this, to see who it was that held this power over the piano so as to make it weep.

She placed her hand on the cool doorknob, turning it slowly to keep it from squeaking in its old age. She had worked up the nerve to push the door open about an inch, when the turning doorknob gave a loud squeak of protest on its return to its original position. The scale abruptly came to an end, and the sudden silence hung in the air like an ethereal humidity. She stood as still as a statue, terrified that she had unwittingly made her presence known. A minute passed, then two, and still she didn't move, her hand retaining its grip on the treacherous doorknob. She realized that she was holding her breath, and she let it out as silently as she could, sure that her pounding heart would betray her. The silence refused to retreat, and though there was a thick red velvet curtain separating her from front stage where the piano sat, she still felt completely exposed.

She looked across the stage and saw the red glow of the exit sign. If she could make it across the stage and out that door, she would be fine. But she did not want to move – who was on the other side of that curtain? She lifted her right foot to take a reluctant step towards the exit, and as her foot touched the stage, a monstrous chord shook the concert hall, the shock of which nearly sent her to her knees.

Before the tidal wave of the first chord even had time to fade, it was followed by another, then another, in rapid succession. She recognized the opening of the Grieg Piano Concerto – a piece so passionate she could feel it in every nerve of her body, and one she knew well. It had been her favorite piece for quite some time, and she was amazed at what the song did to her body, the power it held over her. She could feel the pulsing chords from the ends of her hair straight down to between her legs. Her apprehension leaving her, she set her viola down next to the wall and slipped along the wall on the side of the stage. She stood just behind the heavy curtain, a sliver of light illuminating one of her blue eyes. And she saw him.

He sat behind the gleaming, black grand piano, his eyes closed, mouth set in a grimace of desire. She felt somewhat relieved, seeing how immersed he was in the music – he probably had not heard the door squeak. She had seen him around the music building, and knew him well – he was the piano professor. He was in his early forties, it seemed, his smooth brown hair graying slightly at the temples. Sometimes he wore glasses, other times contacts. Tonight he wore no glasses, the tiny lines around his eyes furrowing with the passage of notes. Occasionally his lips would part, and she heard his sharp intake of breath, as if he were breathing life into the music. 

The lid of the piano was raised, the notes of the concerto pouring copiously from it. She watched him through the gap between the piano and lid, saw him swaying, the expression on his face moving from passion to pain to the lightness of raised eyebrows. Just below his chin, down his long neck, was a black bow tie set atop a white shirt. Her eyes followed the round black buttons of his shirt down the front of his slim body, disappearing into the folds of a black silk cummerbund. A glance below the body of the piano revealed his black pants, striped down the side with black ribbon, and his shining black shoes. His black tuxedo jacket was strewn across the top of the piano. She figured he must have just come from some sort of performance. Never did his eyes open. Were he to do so, he would be looking directly at her. The foot of the piano was closest to her, the instrument and curtain the only barriers between them. Her eyes bored into his face, daring him to look at her. She was captivated. His eyes remained closed.

She wanted to be closer to him, to be enveloped in his sphere of magic. Leaving her post, she padded across the stage behind the curtain, approaching the spot she knew he was occupying. She stood there, facing him; the pounding concerto was now louder than ever, having reached the peak of the first movement. She was so close to him, she could sense his heat, yet separated by a barrier of velvet - she needed to be even closer.

She dropped silently to her knees, fingers toying with the hem of the crimson curtain; feeling along it, taking care not to move it, she found the slit in the middle. She could see the far piano leg through the crack, the curtains slightly agape. She slithered like a cat along the stage floor, slowly – so slowly – penetrating the velvet, moving millimeter by millimeter so as not to move the curtains more than necessary; they were made up such heavy sensual material, they barely rippled as her body passed between the cleavage. She could feel the weight of the curtain trailing across her shoulders, down the curve of her back, up over her bottom, tickling down her thighs. The concerto never ceased. 

She completed her passage through the curtains and looked up. She was underneath the piano, at the foot. She looked back at the velvet. Not a stir. She slowly turned her head and gazed straight ahead… just in front of her, a few feet away, was the professor. His shiny shoes played across the pedals of the piano, eliciting long moans from the instrument. Eyes gliding up his long legs, her gaze fell on where they met. Her position afforded her a perfect view of the middle seam of his pants, and what it covered, tightly. 

Unconsciously licking her lips, she crept forward on all fours, like an animal stalking its prey… closer… closer, her knees slipping along the slick stage floor. She reached him, close enough to lick his knee if she so chose. The position of the notes pouring from the piano told her the first movement was almost halfway over. She knew the upcoming part well, remembering how it only grew in passion, and moaned to herself. Pure perfection. Just enough time. 

Rising up on her knees as much as she could, she lifted them over the pedals and his working feet, positioning herself directly between his legs, simultaneously running a finger up his right pantleg, touching his smoldering skin for the first time. A dissonant howl sprang from the piano, and though it was part of the concerto, it seemed to have more bite. She looked up to find herself locked in the stare of his brown eyes, his mouth slightly open. 

"Keep playing, Professor. Do not stop until you have played the entire concerto," she commanded. 

His hands obediently continued their dance across the keys, but his eyes did not move from her, kneeling between his legs. She felt the muscles of his legs working on either side of her body, alternately pushing and releasing the pedals. Her eyes followed the contour of his thigh, and she reached up to trace the ribbon of his pants with her finger as the concerto traced its way around the concert hall. The end of her gaze's journey was the apex of his thighs; the thin material of his tuxedo pants seemed to be struggling to contain what could only be a lengthening, thickening cock. She wondered what he was thinking, having this girl kneeling before him, stoking the fire of the most passionate concerto known.

She pushed forward, increasing the intimate contact even more; he opened his legs a little more, allowing her more room. The strings of his shoes became her next target; lifting his foot from the pedal, she slowly tugged the lace and slid the shoe off one foot, then the other. His socks were her next focus, and soon joined his shoes under the piano bench. Starting at his ankles, she slid her fingers up his long legs, past his knees, up his thighs, her eyes remaining on the prize between. Her hands met in the middle, tickling the hardness she found there, moving up his zipper line, exploring the silky smoothness of his cummerbund, and reaching for the clasp in back that held it loosely to his hips. It unfastened easily and took its place next to his left thigh on the black piano bench. He leaned forward as her nimble fingers found the hook of his pants, as if asking her to continue; she would continue, as long as he did not stop playing. His pants unsnapped easily, the zipper begging to release his bulging excitement. 

"Stand up, Professor," came her next command, and he obeyed, knowing he was to continue playing.

He rose to his feet, allowing her to slide his pants down around his hips. She guided them deftly down his legs and laid them aside. Returning her gaze to his cock, she saw damp spots soaking the front panel of his white briefs. She reached up to touch them, feeling their wetness and receiving a gasp as response. These, too, she slid down his long legs, revealing to her hungry eyes the thick, dark patch of curls nestling his now-full erection. A slick drop of pre-cum oozed from the engorged head, and he moaned as she captured it with her tongue.

"Sit," she said. He complied.

Once again his long thighs embraced her. His mind reeled even more quickly than his fingers with the sensations she was giving him. He had seen her around the music building many times, carrying her viola and a leather backpack, a pencil sometimes woven up through her long dark locks. He had always been intrigued by her – she had this way of smiling at him when they passed in the hallways, so quiet, so alluring… and now she was here, with him, taking him in her mouth, her ministrations promising to be more explosive than even the concerto that he was now more feverishly pounding out on the piano. Her commands thrilled him – she knew what she wanted from him, this quiet mistress, and he was more than happy to give her whatever she desired

The piano's moan reverberated powerfully above her as she slid her hands up the inside of his pale thighs, spreading them even further. Her fingers closed around the base of his hard cock, tipping it down, and she caught another drop of his essence as his manhood shivered again. She felt his eyes on her, the concerto such a familiar pathway across the keys that he did not even need music; his fingers caressed the ivory keys as a hand would travel along the curves of a familiar lover. She looked up at him as she licked her pulsing lips, and gazed fully into his brown eyes as she pressed the head of his cock to her lips. She considered opening her mouth and closing it around him, but she chose to have him penetrate her lips instead. Her ripe lips wet with his slippery pre-cum, she pressed her head forward, urging his cock to slip tightly between.

He and the piano shared a groan as the head of his cock found its place between her lips, slipping past the firm, lush entrance she had formed. She toyed with him a bit, alternately sucking and releasing the head of his cock, seeking his sexy salty drops as she probed his tiny slit for more. Her hands remained looped around his thighs, grasping him, feeling his skin begin to moisten with sweat. She slid her left knee over so that she was positioned over his right foot, and she pressed against him, her short skirt and lack of panties allowing him to feel her wetness. In one fluid motion, his hands slid up the keys, and her body moved up his leg in time as her mouth engulfed his cock. Another of his drops was her reward as she held him deeply in her mouth, and he straightened his leg beneath her as a groan played off his lips. She held him deeply, firmly in her mouth, allowing him the pleasure of the feeling created by her lips placed wetly around the base of his manhood. Her hips made slow undulations against his leg, now wet with her excitement, as he held it firmly between her legs, stimulating her as she stimulated him. 

Her lips made a hot, wet withdrawal back to the head of his cock and then slowly made the return trip, her nose returning to his thick, dark curls, taking in the scent of his arousal, feeling the increasing heat of his skin on her face. She wondered what he was thinking, having his entire cock engulfed between her lips, and under her orders, unable to relent his attack on the piano. Her lips made their journey just as unrelentingly, eliciting moans every time her mouth traveled over his sensitive spots near the base of his cock. She never moved her hands from his thighs, choosing instead to please him entirely with her mouth. 

His playing, though now somewhat frenzied and wilder, was nonetheless exquisite, and she recognized the fury of the last cadenza. Taking her cue from the groaning of the wood and strings above her, she quickened her pace, sucking feverishly as the final notes flew from his fiery fingers. His cock shuddered between her slick, now-swollen lips, and his hips jerked his cock so deeply into her mouth, erupting as the last cord of the concerto bathed the hall in the mournful glory of A minor. Spurt after thick spurt of his reverberations filled her mouth, and she hungrily swallowed every drop of his hot, musky essence, very pleased that he had given her what she desired. 

She waited until the room had ceased its vibration from the resounding cord, still holding him in her mouth, and feeling him begin to soften. She continued licking gently, giving him little aftershocks of pleasure. Finally his cock slipped from between her swollen lips, and she licked them as she looked up and beheld the master of the piano, sweaty, shaking. His chest heaved, and he looked down at her, a gaze of pleasure and desire so intense that it made her draw in her breath. She returned his stare, and the thought seemed to flow between them through their desire-darkened eyes… this was just the first movement.



Concerto in F Sharp Minor



I sat in the front row, watching as she played the cello. As I listened, I could feel myself becoming enraptured by the unearthly music, moved on some level that even I could not quite put my finger on. Yes, I would have to thank her for getting me such good seats... after our little session tonight of course.

She was beautiful. Her legs were spread out to accommodate her instrument, just as they would soon be spreading later tonight. I couldn't help but lick my lips at that delicious little thought. Jenny seemed lost in the music, but I could pick up on those subtle little clues that tell you a woman is in heat. I could smell her female musk... yes, she was wet and ready for our session. I always like it when one of my little pets gets eager.

Judging from the high class audience attending her concert, one wouldn't think that Jenny Hernandez would be into S&M. No, as far as the outside world was concerned, she was a university educated woman, a successful professional musician who toured the world performing to sold out crowds. If they only knew! But then, so many of my lovely little women have been successful executives, lawyers, and yes, even entertainers. Sometimes the darkest desires are hidden by people you would never expect.

As Jenny began to finish her solo, adding little flourishes to each stroke, I got up and made my way towards the back of the theater. May as well beat the crowds. Jenny had told security to expect a guest, so I didn't have any problems getting backstage. I could still hear the orchestra even back there; I could tell from the tone that the concert was coming to a finale. And then, as the last note hung in the air, I heard a round of applause coming from the concert goers. Like that, it was over.

I decided to go back and wait for Jenny in her dressing room. Turns out that I didn't have to wait very long, because after only a couple of minutes she opened the door. Judging from the look on her face, I think that she was a little surprised to see me waiting for her there. She looked just as beautiful up close.

As you might have guessed, she was an attractive young Hispanic woman, her jet black hair cut short and stylish. She was a little on the skinny side, but then that's how I tend to like my women. Her sharp features betrayed her obvious Latin ancestry. She was wearing a fancy and somewhat tight fighting white satin dress, which contrasted very nicely with her light coffee colored skin tone. It was tasteful, but cut just low enough to show off what little cleavage her perky breasts made. It also was cut along the sides to show her nicely toned legs.

"Hello Jenny," I said calmly, not even getting up from my chair, "You ready for tonight's session..."

"After the concert," she asked, seemingly a little surprised.

"That was the arrangement," I replied.

"So you want to do me here," she asked.

"You know the rules," I told her, "Now lay down on your couch and let me get to work."

"Yes," she said, meekly obeying me.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, master..."

Jennifer Hernandez, professional cellist, was going to lay down on her couch and let me have my way with her. It was absolutely delicious! I watched her from behind as she made her way towards the couch. For such a thin waif of a girl, she more than made up for it with a shapely little ass. Must have been that Latina heritage... and soon, it was going to be all mine. At least for the night...

"Oh," I said, "You may as well take your clothes off too..."

"Yes master!"

She obeyed without hesitation this time, slipping out of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I was now presented with a lovely view of her perky little breasts. Then she bent over and slipped out of her panties. As she did this, I reached over into my bag and began to remove some of my accouterments for tonight's session. First and foremost, I put on a little Venetian domino mask, not so much to conceal my identity but to provide a bit of atmosphere. I also popped a CD into her player, a recording of one of her earlier concerts.

Almost as soon as the first notes played from the speakers, Jenny looked up at me from the couch. She was obediently laying there, belly down on the couch, a look of genuine surprise on those dark, dark eyes of hers.

"I thought it would add a bit of ambiance to our activities," I told her, "And besides, it will also cover up any other sounds we make. It wouldn't do to have eavesdroppers now would it?"

I walked over towards my vulnerable little flower, taking a pair of leather handcuffs and strapping her hands behind her back. Then a place a black leather collar around her neck as well. Soon, she was laying there, bound, gagged and mostly naked, completely vulnerable and compliant to almost anything I could desire of her. I could feel her breathing, somewhat heavy and uncertain, as she lay there. Perhaps without thinking, I loving stroked my hand across her naked body, sending a shiver down her spine.

Yes, this was going to be a lovely little session tonight. Returning to my bag of fun, I took out a simple leather riding crop, and then walked back towards my little victim. Time for the fun to commence! I made certain that she could see it, in every tiny little detail.

"Are you ready for it Jenny," I chuckled sadistically, "Not that you have a choice of course..."

And with that, I swung down my hand, cracking the leather crop sharply across the poor girl's back. It elicited a moan, albeit whether of pain or pleasure I couldn't really tell. After a brief moment of silence, I slapped it across her back once again, and then another time. It became something of a game, leaving her in suspense wondering when the next crack of whip would brush across her smooth light brown skin. Soon her back resembled nothing so much as a crisscrossed pattern of angry red welts. A few times I even got a little carried away and drew blood, but I knew Jenny wouldn't mind. They should heal up without scarring.

After a while, I got bored with the crop. After all, there is only so much one can do with whips before it becomes cliched, and besides, I was beginning to get hard myself. I decided it was time to just give in and penetrate my little pet, so I flipped her over and began to play with her perky little tits. I licked them, sucked on them. They were just as delicious as you might imagine. Gradually, I began to become a little more rough, pulling on her ripe, firm little tits and even biting them. She was making quite a bit of noise even through her gag, but I don't think she expected what came next.

Reaching back into my bag, I pulled out a handful of little metal clips. When she opened her eyes, there was a look of fear in them. She shook her head meekly as I taunted her with the fearsome looking little devices. Ignoring her struggles, I held her down and applied the first of several clips to her nipples. Now it sounded like she was trying to scream through the gag, and normally I might have been uncomfortable with such extreme measures, but I know Jenny well enough to know her limits. I continued applying clamps until finally her perky little breasts looked like something out of a surrealist sculptor's workshop.

I stood back and admired my handiwork. It was quite a sight... enough to bring my cock to a throbbing, full-on erection, in fact. I unzipped my fly and let it out, careful to keep my suit on in order to preserve the mystique. I spread Jenny's legs wide open and shoved my cock into her juicy little cunt. She was already soaking wet, so it wasn't very difficult. My little sex toy was moaning and purring through her gagged as I started to fuck her vigorously.

Reaching down, I squeezed her tits mercilessly. It must have been quick painful because it sent Jenny over the edge. She started bucking and screaming as I fucked her steamy little Latina cunt, stabbing deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. I knew that she was enjoying this, so I put my hands around her neck, choking her just enough to finally bring her to orgasm. What can I say, Jenny liked it rough! It wasn't long before I joined her and shot a couple of loads of jizz up into her womb.

Finally letting go of her neck, I pulled out and let a trail of my white hot cum spill out of her pussy, likely permanently staining her couch. I suppose if she was really bothered she could always buy a new one, or just flip the cushions over. I then walked over to her dresser and took out a bottle of water, enjoying a nice cool sip before returning to flip her over and go again.

Normally it takes a while before I can fuck again, especially after such a vigorous and thoroughly entertaining session, but dammit she had such a nice ass that it would be a pity to let it go to waste. Especially when she was literally bound up in front of me. She had a nice big ass, especially for such an otherwise skinny young woman. I smacked her ass roughly, leaving an angry red palm mark across her butt cheek. Once again, I could hear her moaning through her gag...

"You know what Jenny," I said, "I think I'm going to fuck you up the ass. Get ready, because it's going to be a wild ride..."

She'd never let me fuck her up the ass before, so this was uncharted territory for me. I spat into my palms and rubbed it over my cock, letting my saliva mix with our juices for a little extra lubrication. And then, I slowly pressed the tip of my cock up against the entrance to her shapely little rear. It went in surprisingly easily, and while there was a little resistance, it wasn't long until I was pounding in and out of her. I really wish that I could have made out what she was trying to say through her gag.

Fucking her roughly from behind, I grabbed a handful of her short, dark hair and yanked on it, pulling back her head as I slammed into her. It was at that point that we both realized that I had complete and utter control over every inch of her body. And, quite frankly, that very thought was enough to push me over the edge! I stopped as I felt everything in my body tense up, and shot another sticky load of cum deep into Jenny's bowels, and then stood there motionless, trying to regain my breath. My cock slowly grew flaccid, slipping out of her ass. And Jenny... well, I think she just sighed in relief, her bowels no longer stretched to their limit.

I went and sat back down, leaving Jenny bound, gagged and now thoroughly covered in my cum, both inside and out. She would come out of bondage, but only when I said so, and our session wasn't over yet by a long shot. I looked down at my bag, and began to let my mind wander.

"Oh Jenny," I said looking into her exhausted eyes, "I have so many things planned for you this weekend..."

And even though I couldn't see her mouth through her gag, I could tell she was smiling, excited by that sensual prospect. And I was more than happy to fulfill her bondage desires...



Concerto To Love



Moira was in the kitchen finishing a bit of straightening out of the pantries. The afternoon summer sun shown through the wide window above the sink in an almost liquid crystalline flow, the colors diffusing off the beveled edges in a harlequin rainbow dance of color. Outside it must have been a good ninety degrees while inside it was a comfortable sixty-eight.

As she peered with her electric blue eyes out the window and onto the back lawn she studied her husband of ten years, Liam, shirtless and with broad shoulders, slim waist, a fine chest and muscular arms. The perspiration shone on him as if he was a red haired Irish god encased in glass. Each time he maneuvered the lawnmower the muscles flexed in deep cut sectors much like a prize stallion flexing his fetters and straining at the bit. Every now and then she could see the glint of his bright emerald eyes, the flash off his blonde eyelashes and his square and sinuous jaw. His well-muscled thighs of heavily striated muscle and his huge calves showed the effort he was making in his quest for the perfect Kentucky bluegrass lawn. It was all so visceral and sensual and she found herself take breaths in short sighs. Was this really the man whom she had met school and been swept up to be married? Was this the man with which in ten short years she had made six beautiful and bright children?

As Moira looked out that window she thought she surely would like another child by her fine and handsome lawyer husband. Today would be perfect to try and her body was ripe and ready.

Liam finished the lawn around 3:00pm and entered through the kitchen, the smell of his male sweat permeating the surroundings. It wasn’t the sour sweat of the gym, but the salty and testosterone drenched sweat of a man after honest self-challenged work and accomplishment. She saw the lawn looked perfect. His muscles pumped from the effort strained at his flawless skin as if it fit one size too small. His stomach muscles were steel taught and segmented like a rope sculpture. He reminded her of the sculpture of Michelangelo’s David. Liam’s shoulders though, were broader and when he spread his arms out even the slightest, the muscles of his back and his slim waist made an almost perfect delta. His neck, strong and sinewed, contrasted sharply with and was complimented by his thick, tall and sinewy traps. His legs were like those of a champion rugby player, bulging from the effort of the hours in the yard. He still looked like a redheaded Greek god. 

Moira was at least twenty pounds overweight. Oddly, this did not make her look dumpy, but rather more alluring. She had full, yet still resiliant breasts, firm after the years, the broad ethnic hips of her mother and strong thighs. Her feet were flat and large, a legacy to her ancestors who had run barefoot across the emerald grasses of Erin. Her complexion was perfect and her flaxen hair hung loosely down her flawless, alabaster back. Her bottom was round, firm and still the heart shaped wonder it has always been. She still had a relatively flat stomach, but with a slight lower abdominal paunch which melded perfectly with her mons pubis. Her arms were long, smooth and strong, and her large hands drew to delicately tapered and long fingers to indicate the deft intricacy with which she could perform whatever tasks she wished. 

As she toweled Liam off, his perfumed wafted to her and it pleased her. She suddenly noticed herself in a heightened state of sensitivity

She sat Liam down, offered him a tall frosty glass of punch and asked: “When was the last time we made love and had a baby?’

Liam looked quizzically at her and said: “You sound like you want another one, eh?”

“Well, I would. You know how we love children, especially babies. We were always good at making them, you know. We still have the extra bedroom left and this house could hold another easily. Besides, I’m in the mood. You were always the best lover.”

Liam cocked his head to one side, his neck muscles bulging out a bit.

“So, you’ve had other lovers? Let’s hear about them. On second thought, lets not hear about them. I’m just glad I came out with the blue ribbon.” He laughed a little and so did she. However, hers came with a blush.

“Oh, you know what I meant.”

Liam had always marveled at how beautiful his wife became during pregnancy. Her skin always seemed to glow, her demeanor became soft and her facial features became relaxed. He could see a certain pleasure and satisfaction, and she displayed the energy of expectation and hope. She was especially more affectionate with him and the children. She seemed to want him around more and more. The atmosphere of home, at times, became festive. As a bonus he felt more virile, the task of his manhood, once again accomplished.

Even after ten years lovemaking was the supreme event for them both. Each time was an adventure and each afterglow was nirvana. They had to often control themselves in order to make other needed things a priority. She had made him late for work so many times that his law partners started expecting him in at 9:30am, instead of 8:30. They often winked at each other when he walked through the office doors. At these times, the senior partner, Francis O’Reilly, would liltingly inquire, “So, how’s our sweet Moira, today?” and then smile sweetly and sort of wink. It sometimes brought a few muffled snickers. Liam would roll his eyes at them, lower his head and move on silently to his office. His and Moira’s affection for one another was certainly no secret.

Liam looked longingly into Moira’s electric blue eyes, took her hand, got up from the table and pulled her to him. He put one hand around to the small of her back, he nestled the back of her neck with his other and kissed her deeply and long. He could feel her shortened breaths and noticed that she was becoming slightly unbalanced, even a bit weak. He stroked her long flaxen hair that flowed down to the broad flat of her back. He whispered, “I love you.”

Moira recovered quickly and thrust her tongue deeply into Liam’s mouth as if searching manically for something. She put her arms around him and held him tightly while her body tried to match every knot and curve of his. She could feel a growing in his loins. In hers she felt a slight wetness.

They tasted of each others’ lips, face neck and shoulders. When he kissed the nape of her neck so softly she felt an almost electric shock which made her suddenly draw her breath. He, too, was breathing much more strongly and she felt his grip around her more tightly.

Gasping, she gently pushed him away and suggested: “We better go upstairs and get you freshened up.” He resisted, but only slightly, but with hint in his expression that he was annoyed that she had stopped this sublime moment.

She took his large engulfing hand and guided him upstairs to the bath. She had forgotten to fill it, but turned on the faucet anyway so that it would yield a slightly warm and fragrant fluid. The room quickly became humid and warm, intensifying their scents of each other. As the water filled the bath they began again to embrace one another in a heated and highly tactile game.

She guided his hand to her blouse while he caressed and stroked her flaxen hair with the other and put a finger on the top button indicating what he should do. He actually needed no such guidance and gently and slowly unbuttoned the top button, then the next on down until the blouse front hung on her. He slid the blouse off exposing her creamy white shoulders, upper chest and belly caressing and softly kissing every inch he could find.

She reached up, kissed him, guiding his hands to the back of her brassiere. He slowly and deftly unhooked each eye, entirely loosening the constrictive garment and slid the remaining straps off her luscious shoulders. The brassiere fell silently down and off her exposing her full and fruited breasts, the already large and milked nipples standing in full and firm erection begging for the succor from the mouth of her lover. The luminescent globes stood out in full relief and centered with large and crimson auereolae. He licked at them as a child would seeking the sustenance of mother’s sweet warm milk. At the same time she felt her lower regions become taut, wet, hot and hungry.

He knelt before her and kissed her stomach, his tongue searching her navel, which delightfully tickled her. This only heightened her senses.

While he was caressing he slowly slid off her slacks, taking the panties with them, exposing the beautiful blonde mound of Venus, its labias already parted and glistening their furry mane. She stepped out in full form like a the Greek goddess of fertility, ready and willing to be seeded with life. He kissed her jeweled mound.

She gently lifted up his head, urging him to stand while she kissed his muscular abdomen and slowly slid the shorts down his loins revealing a most beautiful, well formed and fully erected member, its head already glistening with crystalline lubricant. The shaft was long and venous and his glans was large and crimson. It pulsed. His scrotum was tight, containing large and already sperm filled testes. She knelt forward and engulfed his rod with her mouth and sucked and tongued it while he shivered with every stroke. The strong salt taste of it and the heady odor made her dizzy. She then withdrew, her saliva dripping from the pulsating, dancing penis. 

The tub was full now. She took him again by the hand and led him into the water. The tub was big enough for two and they immersed themselves in its soothing heat. She took hands full of the liquid and wet his shoulders and chest, then poured a double handful on his full head of fiery red hair. He did the same for her.

She took fragrant and silky liquid soap and lathered his upper body, then guided him to kneel as she poured and massaged more liquid on his hips, his thighs and massaged his shaft and scrotum. If she had gone on one more minute longer he would shower her with the cream of his desires. But, she was experienced with him and slowly and gently stopped. She was certain he was now hers.

Taking soft sponges of the delicious soap they took turns applying and massaging the lather into their skin. Every inch was attended to in order to make sure every millimeter was squeaky clean and fresh as it could be made. At some point he put his mouth on her mound and started to blow bubbles. It tickled nicely and she laughed. It also aroused her all the more. Her regions were now fully relaxed and open and she could feel her clitoris fully erect and hardened and awaiting the its longed for stimulation . Her urethral sponge enlarged and became engorged. They played in the water and flicked water on one another laughing. It was like two children in a play pool. Time had no meaning.

After awhile, they emerged from the cleansing soak, dried each other with soft thick Turkish towels and she led him to their large and soft bed already covered with flannel sheets and the downiest blankets. The curtains were fully closed and sun, daring not to come in combined with the air conditioning, afforded a rather cool sixty-five degree and darkened environment where they could see each other, but little else.

Jumping joyfully into bed, then turning and embracing one another she guided his hand and placed it upon her feathery and wetted mound. He massaged slowly while she shuddered. His finger found the very base of her clitoral shaft and started stroking it ever so softly. That was when she had her first orgasm, her toes stiffened and a warm sensation engulfed her legs and thighs. She stiffened and made a small noise. Her head became light and she felt slightly dizzy. Then she fully relaxed.

Not taking his hand away, he moved over her, took a stiffened nipple in his mouth and started to suck and chew. She was becoming wetter and the feeling in her loins was becoming more and more heated. He took the inner lips, surrounded the clitoris and started a very soft stroking which almost turned her wild. She hungered for more and undulated with each of his strokes. Sometimes she thrust her hips out and they bucked with each stroke of his hand. Her clitoris was hard and inflamed and hungered for even more. Her hips gripped his hand and wrist like a vice and she rolled side to side and moaned as he continued to stimulate the little button.

This time her orgasm was stronger. Her entire body was electrified and a warm fluid seemed to engulf her entire body, pulsating as it went. Her legs went stiff, her arms flailed slightly and she grabbed his head and pulled at his hair moaning “Oh God! Oh God! She was nearly out of her mind with the feeling. But, this was, to her, the best and only way to go completely mad.

Knowing the limits of her sensitivity, he gently backed off and embraced her. She felt his hot and throbbing rod on her belly, the crystal liquid from his shaft now seeping onto her. She knew she must also pleasure him.

He straddled himself above her and lay his throbbing rod on her sternum. She took her breasts and wrapped them around it. She could feel the warmth of his sac on her stomach. Taking her breasts she gently stroked him. She could hear him moan and could see the ecstasy in his face. Stroking and stroking he responded slightly aggressively, thrusting his member through the tunnel she had made in those beautiful orbs. Reaching a fevered peak, his loins exploded with a massive amount of his white, creamy and super potent cum pumped out onto her breasts, on her neck and slid into the pits of her arms. He kept coming in long hot spurts, not knowing when they would stop. His perineum cramped from the power of his ejaculations. Finally, he slid exhausted onto her and they bathed in his essence.

Both of them had perspired profusely and their throats were dry. Moira reached for the bedside table and produced four cans of pineapple juice. She took on and handed him another. They opened the cans and slaked their thirsts.

Moira turned over to Liam and said: You know there’s lots more if you want.” Liam had another. They rested and talked a little. They were still sticky with his discharge. She smelled it on his stomach, looked smilingly up to him and whispered, “It smells like saffron.”

After a few minutes Moira touched him on the arm and whispered, “You know we aren’t anywhere near through.” Liam gazed happily at her and said, “Well, this is the way I wanted to die, anyway.” And then reached over to continue.

She reached over to his softened member and it responded. Placed her mouth on it and sucked it back to life. It became its old self and they were, once again, ready.

This time he started kissing her face, trying to cover her whole body and eventually ended up in her sweet nether spot. It was dripping wet and the odor was almost like a fresh ocean breeze. He parted her already swollen labias and blew on them. She spread her thighs more and he moved in to kiss her sweet little clitoris and taste her sponge. He took it all in his mouth and sucked it, not using his tongue. She began to writhe and moan, grabbing the sides of his head and forcing his mouth onto her. She breathlessly begged, “Its OK. Go ahead. Go ahead”.

He tongued her clitoris and she writhed in ecstacy, uttering unintelligibly, swinging from side to side, gripping his hair and head. She seized a pillow, arched backward and screamed in the of rhythm of orgasm after orgasm which crashed over her like ocean waves. Her entire body tingled in a thousand starry electric charges. Her body stiffened each jolt. She was virtually transformed into a crazed animal. She tore savagly at the pillow. Sweat poured out of every pour. Then, with a great rush, she gushed a great stream of liquid from her sweet salt sponge. Liam’s face, now fully wet, licked the delicious rich and buttery flavored fluid. The entire area beneath her became soaked with her fluid. He stopped, looked up from between her thighs, and smiled in triumph.

Liam was himself nearing climax, but took hold of his adamantine erection and squeezed it tightly. He felt a newly found and virile energy flow through his body. With his control regained he felt he could pleasure her longer and lead her into new and uncharted realms. 

His muscles looked and felt more taught and his thighs had become so engorged he looked like a body builder. To Moira they were the most beautiful legs she had ever seen. As she caressed them she felt each swell and cut of those powerful and excruciatingly masculine appendages. She reached around and grabbed his tight little buttocks, pulling him closer to her.

Moira caressed the thighs and the deep crevices that tied them to his hips. It was a musk and almost animal smell. She tasted the salty and testosterone-laden sweat of his sac and licked at his balls. Her tongue licked the base of his penis and traveled upward, finally reaching the skin on the back of his glans. She softly nipped at the thin and loose skin surrounding his shaft. Then she reached her mouth over and took the head between her crimson lips and into her mouth. She tasted an almost bitter, pineapple sweet and salt flavor, the flowing of his lubricating semen and sucked aggressively for more.

Liam took a stuttered and loud breath, took her flaxen hair in his hands and pulled her down fully onto his member. Both of them started drawing back and forth and pumping him, her tongue flicking the glans when it could. It was one of the most enjoyable and energizing feelings he had ever felt. He wanted it to last and was determined not to fill her honeyed mouth with his thick white cream. At some point he disconnected her and her mouth produced a sort of pop, his crystal liquid and her saliva flowing in rivulets from her mouth. His testicles ached and felt heavy and tensioned with sperm. 

He turned her over onto her stomach and slipped the head of his penis just inside her pussy, right at the G spot and massaged it with his crown. She felt a new energy coarse within her, reached underneath and guided his penis back and forth at the precise point. Her maiden honey poured from her and ran dripping onto the already soaked bed clothes. She flicked his glans and could feel the hole in his member open to fill her with his hot and potent cream. She backed deeply onto him, impaling herself upon his shaft, and felt the pressure on her cervix which indicated this was as far as they could go. She guided him in long, deep, slow strokes from her G spot to the very mouth of her cervix. She was ready now, so ready. He could fill her whenever he desired. But, again he thwarted her and backed out.

She was almost wild with animal fever, her heat wanted his wine to fill her cup. She reached over, flipped onto her back and grabbed at his waist to guide him again into her, this time for the ultimate moment. Instead, he took hold of his cock and started massaging the length of her labia, moving up and down and over the slick, wet pudding of her engorged and fully flowered pussy. She came once again and grabbed his shoulders, sinking her fingers and nails into his flesh. She shuddered and her breath came out in harsh quick gasps. This time she would not let go.

She quickly guided him into her and wrapped her legs tightly around him suspended from his hips. Her vaginal sphincter clamped tightly down upon him and she started undulated and cried out, “Please, please.” He obliged and sunk his large penis into her as deeply as it would go, forcing it into her, trying each time for ultimate penetration. He felt the mouth of her cervix and it almost hurt the tip of his penis each time he did. Long, slow, deep thrusts, hers matching his, their swinging motion bringing a newer and higher level of pleasure each time. She let go one arm and felt for the clitoris and massaged it in rhythm with their dance. Sweat poured off each of them and their juices mixed in an exquisite swirl.




Concerto To Love



He reached and supported a buttock and knelt to kiss her as deeply and as passionately as he ever had. Her juices tasted like wine and blood and his tasted like pineapples. Their mouths pressed harder and their tongues explored deeper. He felt himself build with excruciating pressure. He was afire with his natural mission. Suddenly, with one deep thrust of his tongue he drove the deepest he had ever been into her and fired a massive torrent of sperm onto the doorway to her uterus, his essence coursed into her in long, repeated highly pressured jets, each carrying his thick, seed laden sperm into her in greater charges. His knees drove into the mattress, seeking even greater depth. Cum, Cum, CUM. His spasms continued long after he knew he was drained. She gasped and clung to him tightly as if for her very life. They both collapsed in exhaustion, his penis still buried deeply within her. His balls felt fully drained as if squeezed totally empty. She had a strange full feeling and the sensation on her anus of a syrupy warm liquid. They stayed for a long moment wrapped around each other in sweet and peace filled after glow.

Moira smiled at her sweet lover and whispered into his ear, “You know this isn’t over yet. Not until I say so”. He surveyed his intensely beautiful and glistening goddess and could not utter a word.

“My, this bed sure did get the worst of it”, Moira remarked. “We’ll simply have to do something about it.” She half pushed him off the bed, got up and gathered a newly cleaned and warm set of pink flannel sheets and pillowcases. Setting them aside, she left the bed to refresh.

She put her hand on her belly and said, “I’m so sticky now I need another bath. Want to join me? This time we’ll use my bath beads. You’ll find out why we women like them so much.” Liam smiled but said nothing.

She entered the bathroom and drew a very warm bath and added the heather scented oil beads. They melted and made small bubbles, releasing the headily aromatic oils that shimmered on top of the water. The room blossomed with fragrance. She added a small amount of lilac essential oil, stepped into the soft warm waters, lay in them and summoned her beloved.

Liam arrived and entered the tub and sat across from Moira. Her glistening white orbs almost floated, the nipples already standing high, erect and pleading for succor. The oils glistened off Liam’s muscles and made them even more godlike. The beautiful member, already engorged, glowed.

Moira took a sponge, filled it with the liquid and proceeded to massage the sweet fragrance onto Liam’s chest and abdomen, his neck his arms and thighs. She guided him around and, in long circular motions, bathed his neck, his back and then his buttocks. She reached under him and finished with a deft squeeze of his sac. Liam shuddered with delight, his penis already high, hard and set for more lovemaking.

He turned, took the sponge from Moira and began to do her long beautiful neck, then her arms. He squeezed the liquid onto her breasts, softly massaging them. He took each nipple in his mouth and sucked it clean. Afterward he sponged her stomach and then slowly and broadly massaged her lower belly. He finally reached her sweet parts and feathered her mons, her labias, down her vagina, one finger slightly entering it and sliding slowly up to and across he clitoris. He turned her and then did her back. She could feel his hardness touch against it.

Face to face they kissed long and deeply. Moira was now on top of Liam. She kneeled, mounted him and effortlessly guided his penis deeply within her and started to rock back and forth. She reached down and started to stimulate her clitoris. She breathed rapidly and heavily. His breathing also became more labored. She wanted him all the way into her to shower her with all he had. Each orgasm she captured was more intense than the last.

Finally, he sort of jerked and bucked and came hard and long into her, pumping, with each long spurt, directly onto her willing cervix. He felt totally and completely emptied. Liam gently lifted Moira off him, embraced her and they held onto each other for what seemed an eternity of nirvana, They uttered soft sweet words of love into each other’s ears. Spent, they climbed out of the tub and dried each other off. They dressed and went downstairs.

Nine months to the day later, Moira, Liam in attendance, delivered a set of beautiful blonde twin girls. They had green eyes and their features startlingly favored Moira’s.

In two years would they try for another? Time could only tell.



Concerts and Cars



I stood in front of the mirror in the back bathroom and dragged my razor along my cheeks, trimming up while you changed in the bedroom. As I rinsed the razor I glanced down at my cock... even after a shower, it still hung heavy from making love to you so many times earlier that afternoon. I couldn't help myself, I reached down with my left hand and gave him a little squeeze. I felt it throb in my hand and my knees got a little week at the warm sensations it sent through my body... kind of like a full-body massage taking place at every point on my body at the same time for a brief moment. I let out a low growl and finished shaving, replaying in my mind everything we'd been doing for the last few hours. I rinsed my face, brushed my teeth, and stepped into my favorite jeans... an old pair of Lucky's with a button fly and both of the knees torn a little. I tucked my favorite tool down the leg and buttoned them up, smiling as I ran my fingers down the tag that read "Lucky You" just inside the fly. I finished getting ready, then headed back through the house to find you.

I had to hold back a laugh as I saw our clothes scattered around. It reminded me of those Family Circus cartoons where you can see the tracks the kid made all through the neighborhood... you could trace our path from the line of clothes from the door to the pool table to the couch to the kitchen before we ran out of clothes to take off. When I saw the pool table, I actually did laugh out loud.

You called from the bedroom, "Whats so funny babe?"

"Nothin hon, we were just really messy." I called back as I grabbed some paper towel from the kitchen and quickly cleaned up the rather large puddle we'd both left on the cover to the pool table.

I was throwing the paper towel away when I heard your voice in the kitchen behind me.

"Well, what do you think?"

I turned and looked at you and had to put my hand on the counter for a second while I took you in. You were wearing those cute, high-heeled, black Mary Jane's you had on the night I met you, and thigh-high fishnets that just let me catch a glimpse of bare thigh below a short plaid skirt. You wore a white long-sleeve t-shirt that didn't do much to hide every beautiful curve of your body, and you'd done something about your hair which I can't describe but must have taken a long time, and looked absolutely amazing.

"Well? What do you think?" you repeated.

"Oh yea." was all I could growl before I stepped to you and pulled you to me. I kissed your lips and pressed as close as I could to you, wrapping my arms around you. I turned and pressed you up against the wall when I felt your tongue slide past my lips. I reached down behind your knee and pulled your leg up around my hip. I swear I could feel your heat through my jeans. I moaned and started sliding my hand up your leg. You made that cute little moan that means "Honey, c'mon, stop it" and pushed me away.

I put on my best sad puppy face, but it didn't work.

"Don't even start, Jack. We're gonna be late! C'mon..." You were almost pouting, and I just about lost complete control. Just the sight of you there, breathing heavy, leaning back against the wall with your hand on my chest, those big blue eyes looking up at me... I could have swallowed you whole. But you were right, we had to get going.

"All-right, all-right. You ready? Got your purse?" I reluctantly backed off and grabbed our coats while you grabbed your bag. I sipped into mine and held yours open for you. You smiled and turned in front of me, letting me help you. When your arms were in, you pressed up against me, gently grinding that amazing ass of yours against me, and I responded by copping a quick feel of your twins when I wrapped your coat around you. I didn't know how I'd get through the night without totally ravishing you, but I loved the way we still flirted with each other after being together for so long.

As we stepped out of the house, you asked, "Your car or mine?" I just looked at you like you must be kidding, and you laughed. "Allright, fine, we'll take yours. You waited long enough for that thing, I guess you're gonna want to drive it everywhere."

I just grinned and stepped towards the passenger seat of my car, opening it for you. You sighed lightly, jokingly, "You know Jack, you don't have to try so hard to impress me... you're gonna get lucky tonight."

Just before I closed the door, I leaned in, quickly nibbled your earlobe and whispered in your ear, "I know, Heather. This is gratitude."

I closed your door and walked around the back of the car, letting my hand glide along the well polished surface. There's something about the feel of a just-waxed car under your fingers... its so slippery it feels like you're not actually touching it, like theres still air between your fingertips and the paint. I'd spent almost a year looking for the car, a 1970 Dodge Challenger, and another year restoring it and modifying it. The deep black paint still looked liquid, especially at night. I got in, nestled into the leather seats, started her up, listened for a second to the throaty Hemi, and turned and looked at you. The car wasn't the only thing that made me feel like I was living a dream. I leaned over and kissed you, deeply, sincerely. You felt the change from our underlying horniness, and looked up at me, questioning. You didn't say anything out loud, but I responded, "for being more than I ever thought I'd ever have."

You grabed the back of my head and just about tore me out of the seat, kissing me over and over again.

"Cmon, Heather, we're gonna be late!" I teased, and you smiled at the irony. I put the car in gear, eased out the clutch, and headed off to the concert.

I knew of a small garage on the opposite side of the block from the arena that wasn't really well known. It was a little bit of a walk, but it meant that I could park the car on the roof and not have to worry about other cars coming anywhere near it. We made our way to the concert and found our seats. The place was absolutely packed, and I was glad I knew about the other lot. People would still be trying to get out of the building long after we were at home.

I looked over at you and your eyes were just smoldering at me. It was the same look you give me after I've licked your pussy and you need my cock... speaking of which, somebody was suddenly awake. I leaned over and kissed you, then sat back and tried to discreetly rearrange the bulge in my jeans as the first opening act came on. It was just a girl on stage sitting on a stool with an acoustic guitar; singer/songwriter type. Not the greatest, either. Sounded like a watered-down version of early Jewel. They dimmed the house lights down, and you really couldn't see anything but the stage. 

It wasn't hard to get distracted. I leaned back and draped my arm over the armrest, gently stroking the inside of your knee with my fingertips, exploring all the little holes in your fishnets. You put your hand on mine, and started to caress my forearm and the back of my hand and fingers. I started to slowly move my fingers up, pretending to pay attention to the girl on stage. I got to the top of the fishnets, and slid one finger between your leg and the elastic band at the top of them, lightly stroking, teasing. I heard you gasp and I looked over to you. You met my gaze and just shook your head slightly. You might have been saying, "Be good," but I think you were saying, "What am I going to do with you, boy?"

I leaned over and breathed softly in your ear, whispering, "Why is it that no matter how many times a day I do you, I just want you more and more?" And then I leaned my head down a little further and kissed your neck, just below your ear behind the base of your jaw - that spot that drives you crazy - gently sucking and stroking with my tongue, then I sat back and acted like nothing had happened, totally teasing you.

The rest of the concert went pretty much the same, the two of us exchanging little mini-foreplays and working each other up to a frenzy while we enjoyed the show. When it ended, we took a hallway to one of the back exits, closer to where we'd parked. We talked about the show and the strange people we were sitting next to while we walked, both of us trying - poorly - to convince each other that we weren't nearly as turned on as we really were, but we both knew better. The hallway turned to the left just before the door, and realizing we were alone, I spun you around and picked you up, pinning you against the wall. Your legs wrapped around my waist and I almost devoured your neck. I slid my hands up the backs of your legs to your ass and squeezed, then realized that you weren't wearing your usual lace panties. I stopped kissing and looked up at you smiling while my hands kneaded your cheeks.

You laughed, whispering, "Surprise!"

I kissed you hard, pressing your head back against the wall. I pressed myself into you, and you could feel how hard I was. I turned my hands inwards and lightly stroked the outer edges of your pussy while I supported you. You were almost as wet as I was hard. I pressed my body against you harder, and you squeezed your legs around me tighter. I slid my hands up and cupped your breasts, squeezing. Your nipples were so hard they poked through your shirt and bra, and I grazed over them with both hands while I started to grind into you slightly. You moaned and started licking my ear, sending chills right down my spine.

You whispered, "Do me."

"Not here," I growled, then set you down and grabbed your hand, practically pulling you out of the building. We got to the garage where the car was parked, and we tackled each other as soon as the doors to the elevator were closed. This time, I pulled your shirt up and your bra cup down, then sucked your nipple into my mouth. I sucked rhythmically while my tongue went crazy, back and forth, small, urgent flicks. I love the way they feel in my mouth. You were stroking me through my jeans and I was about to slide my finger into you when the elevator stopped and we pushed each other off of each other and arranged our clothes just before the door opened.

The roof level was deserted and we both laughed, then tried to make it all the way to the car without ever breaking lip contact. We finally got to the car, and I pushed you against it, but you pushed me back, smiling devilishly and raising your eyebrows quickly.

"Get in, tiger," and you slid the door open and sat down.

I did my best to act cool, but I couldn't pull it off. I could have totally done you right there on that roof.

After I got in, you leaned over next to me, pressing your breasts against my right arm. You, of course, knew exactly how I felt. I started the car and you whispered into my ear, "I'm so wet that I'm dripping through my skirt."

I just groaned in response, my cock pulsed in my jeans, agreeing with me.

I put the car in gear and you whispered, "I almost came when you sucked on my nipples in the elevator. I want you so bad..."

When I pulled out of the garage, you started stroking me through my pants, and as soon as I hit the expressway, you started unbuttoning my fly. By the time I set the cruise control, you had me out in your hands, gently sliding your soft fingers all over me. 

I reached my hand over and stroked your thigh while you stroked my cock. Without any notice, you dropped your head down and took me in your mouth. For a split second, I was stunned with surprise, then I was lost in the feeling. It took every bit of concentration I had to stay on the road. I leaned the seat back a bit and grabbed the top of the steering wheel, trying to give you as much room as possible. I reached over and pulled your shirt up - a little awkward with one hand on the wheel and your very talented tongue licking over my shaft, but I got it up over your breasts. I reached back, my elbow between the front seats and unhooked your bra with one hand (more than a little pleased with myself that I could still pull that maneuver off, I might add) With your bra loose, I reached up and cupped your right breast, loving the feel of its weight in my hand, the feel of your hard nipple pressed against my palm. As you started to bob your head up and down on me, I tweaked your nipple.

You pulled your head up and gasped, "God, I love your dick."

"Not as much as I love your tits," I replied and pressed your full D-cup against your chest before pulling it down with my fingertips and stroking the soft underside. You pushed your head all the way down on me, swallowing all of me and moaned, sending those soft vibrations right through me. I reached down and slipped my fingers between your thighs, cupping your soaked pussy in my hand. Your lips were already swollen and pulled apart, and you spread your legs further, opening up for me. I split my fingers and ran two on each side, stroking from front to back while you lapped at my cock. When I started rubbing your clit, you moaned, and you froze, concentrating on the feelings I was causing with my fingers. I circled your clit with the base of my thumb and slid two fingers into you as deep as I could. Your hand gripped me, but you were too lost in pleasure to keep blowing me. Good thing, too, because I don't think I could have kept control of the car if I came in your mouth, and you were getting me really close. 

I tried to stroke just my fingers, but I couldn't really from that angle, so I started moving my whole hand, with my two middle fingers inside you - the base of my hand sliding over your clit with each stroke. I knew you were close by your moans, and I sped up a little, wanting you to cum so bad. You moaned louder, and I sped up even more... my palm almost slapping your clit with every stroke. When it started, you buried my cock in your mouth and moaned against me. Your hips shifted and you squeezed down on my fingers so hard that I couldn't slide in and out of you any more. I was still stroking, but I was moving your whole body. I felt you drip off my fingers, and I started to cum. I couldn't help it. It took everything I had to keep my eyes open and the car on the road while my body went into tiny, beautiful spasms. It lasted so long, too. I thought I'd never stop cumming, and you just kept milking me for everything you had while your own orgasm slowly peaked and ebbed. To this day, I don't know how I kept control of the car, and I've never been able to do it since. 

"Holy Shit, Heather. That was amazing!" I leaned down for a quick second and kissed you deeply before returning my attention to driving. "I mean... wow... I never... shit." I felt your pussy start to squeeze my fingers in little contractions, and I moaned a deep growl. "Damn girl, what are you doing to me?"

You smiled and sat up, and I reluctantly pulled my hand away from you as you got situated back in your seat. You looked around and asked, "When did we get off the highway?"

I looked around and realized that we were only two blocks from home. I didn't remember getting off the highway, either, but I said, "A little distracted?"

You looked at me with this content-but-still-hungry look in your eye and said, "Mmm hmm. And I want more. I want you inside me. Do me, Jim."

As I pulled into the driveway, I squeezed your leg, looked into your big, pretty eyes and said, "I think I can handle that, Heather."

We got out of the car and started walking up the driveway. I was having a hard time keeping my hands off you, and no luck keeping my eyes off you at all. You stopped at the front of the car, and gave me an evil little grin. Your hair was starting to come undone, and apparently you'd taken off your bra while I wasn't paying attention. I moved towards you, but you put up your hand, signaling me to stop. I raised my eyebrows and watched you lift your skirt up while you sat on the hood of the car. You pulled your shirt over our head, and I gasped as I saw your breasts swing free. Magnificent. Your breasts, even after we'd been together for so long, never failed to make me speechless. Full D-cup, perfectly symmetrical, and -most impressive of all for their size - upturned and perky. 

Your whole body had a light flush, and you didn't seem to notice the chill in the air at all. You propped the heels of your shoes on the front bumper and slowly spread your knees, letting me see your beautiful pussy. It glistened in the lights coming from the house, still wet, and it was swollen and red with how hot you were. You leaned back, putting one hand on the car to hold you up, and started stroking your breast with the other. I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped between your legs after taking off my belt. I leaned forward and kissed you, wrapping my arms around you and pulling you upright. Your hands went straight to my jeans, unbuttoning and sliding them down my thighs.

I took my cock in my hand and pressed the head against your clit, moving the soft tip of my head slowly around your sensitive button. Your hips bucked forward, wanting me inside you, but I held off, teasing you for as long as I could, which wasn't easy for me at all. I had to have you, but I wanted to prolong it as much as possible. 

I lifted the head of my cock and pressed forward, sliding the underside between your lips, and I stroked you like that while I leaned forward, pressing you back down on the car and giving your breasts the attention they definitely deserved. I gently sucked and stroked one nipple with my mouth while I did the same to the other with my fingers. Both of my hands were cupping and stroking the rest of your breast, all the while my rock-hard cock was stroking against your lips and clit.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I tilted my hips back, positioning the head of my cock at your opening. I put your nipple against the lower row of my teeth and started to flick it rapidly with the tip of my tongue as I slowly pressed into you. You were soaking wet, but still tight from being around my fingers. I pushed the head in, then came back out a tiny bit, then pushed back in a little more than the first time. I took as long as I could to push into you, loving every tiny sensation of being in you, of feeling your soft, velvety vice pulling at me, wanting more and more. I stopped moving forward and lifted my head to your lips. I felt you start to move your hips around, feeling me in you, then I pushed forward the rest of the way, burying myself in you, my pelvic bone pressing against your clit. We goth moaned at the feeling of being completely together, after wanting it for so long that night.

We stayed like that for just a second, relishing in the warmth before I started to stroke, and I'd run out of self-control by then. I started with short, rapid thrusts, and quickly built up to long, hard strokes - nearly coming all the way out of you, then slamming back into you. I had to put my hands on the hood, on either side of you to keep my balance, and the view of your breasts shaking as I pounded into you almost sent me over the edge. Instead, I slowed down a second, leaned back, and lifted your legs over my arms. I grabbed your hips and held your ass off the hood of the car, then started going at it with everything I had. Your moans turned to almost screams as I pulled your whole body against me with every stroke into you, my balls slapping against your ass, my pelvis grinding against your clit with every stroke. I felt the heels of your feet dig into my back as you pulled yourself against me with every stroke. It was all I could do not to explode at any second, so much so that I didn't realize how close you were until you started cumming.

Your back arched hard, so that the only part of your body still touching the car was the back of your head, and you got suddenly quiet as I felt you clamp down around my cock in powerful, squeezing spasms. I knew I was at the point of no return myself, and I put everything I had into it, I didn't slow down as you came, I sped up, going faster, harder, pushing you higher and higher... when you screamed, I started to explode. I buried myself in you, and slid my arms under your shoulders, picking you up against me. My lips locked to yours as I dropped all your weight onto my cock and erupted against your cervix. Wave after wave of tension drained out of me as I came so hard it left me breathless. I could feel our combined juices dripping down my balls already and we were both still coming, wringing out every possible second of two monster orgasms.




Concerts and Cars



Finally, I turned and sat down on the hood of the car, your legs crossed around me, me still inside of you as we gasped for breath. For minutes, my still hard cock had involuntary after-shock spasms that triggered little responding contractions from you. We just sat there like that for a long time, looking into each others eyes, breathless and speechless, still connected. After what seemed like an eternity, you put your arms around my neck and kissed me while you gently lifted yourself off me. I pulled you close, my softening cock pressing against your belly and kissed you.

Eventually we started to get cold, and we laughed as we realized we were still pretty much naked and totally exposed. We gathered our things and went inside, but we were both thinking that for such a lousy band, this had been the best concert either of us had been to in a very, very long time. 



Concerts at the Pier



Back in 2005, the summer before I met my second husband, I used to go to the free concerts at the pier at the Everett Marina on Thursday nights. Sometimes I would go with a girlfriend, but usually I went alone. It was a nice way to unwind after work, sit by the water, have a beer, and listen to some pretty good music. I also met a couple guys there that summer. At the time I wasn't looking for anything serious. I was no stranger to casual sex, (that's how I met my first husband), and that's all I was interested in right now.

The first guy I met was just a one-time thing, and I ended up fucking him in the back of his SUV in the parking lot. Keep in mind that it stays light out until around 10:00 PM in the summer here in Washington, so it was much more exciting than it sounds. The concert started around 7:00. They only last an hour to an hour and a half. I had been there for an hour or so and was on my third beer when the band started playing. After a couple songs this rather tall man sits down next to me and hands me another beer, then introduces himself, (I don't even remember what his name was). I accepted the drink and we tried to chat a little, but the music was too loud. He suggested we take a walk.

He took my hand and pulled me up from my seat. I held onto his hand as we walked, and held my beer bottle with the other. We made some small talk as we walked toward the water. He moved his hand around my waist, sliding up and rubbing my back every so often. I wonder if he noticed I didn't have a bra on under my t-shirt. 

Well I didn't want to beat around the bush, so I stopped and leaned back against the railing, looked him in the eyes seductively, and started licking and sucking on the neck of my beer bottle like it was a cock. He must have understood my innuendo because he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the nearby brick enclosure for the dumpster near one of the restaurants, there he unzipped his shorts. I dropped to my knees, pulled his cock out and started licking it from the base to the tip. Then I slid my lips over his knob and slowly slid down as far as I could. He was average in length, so I had all but an inch or so in my mouth. Then I started bobbing up and down. As I was sucking his cock, he lifted my t-shirt up until it was bunched in my armpits, with my breasts on full display. As I was sucking I started pinching my exposed nipples, turning me on even more. I was really getting into it, focusing on the dick in my mouth and my building arousal. After a few minutes of sucking his cock, we were interrupted. A Latino guy walked into the enclosure with a couple bags of trash to throw away. The guy I was sucking pulled his cock out of my mouth and zipped up his shorts before I even knew we weren't alone. I stood up wondering what was wrong. That's when I noticed we had a spectator, and I realized my boobs were still out. I pulled my shirt down and we walked away. In hindsight, I should have asked the intruder if I could suck him off too.

My new friend suggested we go to his truck, since I was horny and hadn't had any attention yet I quickly agreed. As soon as he slid into the backseat I told him to get his shorts off. I slid down my shorts and panties, kicked off my sandals, picked them up and crawled into the truck with him. 

I went down on him again. It only took a moment to get him back to a full erection. I then sat up, straddled him with my knees on the seat, and slid my pussy down on his cock. As I started to get a good rhythm going he lifted my t-shirt up again, taking it clear off this time. I was bouncing on his cock at a good rate for several minutes. He played with my breasts the whole time, rubbing, pinching, sucking, etc. I had my eyes closed as I was building to a decent orgasm, bouncing harder and faster on the cock below me. I moaned loudly as it hit me. I kept grinding on his cock as my pussy contracted over and over, trying to milk as much as I could from my climax. 

As my orgasm subsided I opened my eyes, and realized there were people walking through the parking lot. We hadn't noticed the music had stopped and the concert was over. I don't really know how much we were seen. His windows were slightly tinted in back, but it was still light outside and we could also be seen through the windshield, though only my bare backside would have been visible unless someone was up close. I couldn't see my shirt anywhere. He must have tossed it on the floor when he took it off. We decided it would be best to just keep still and wait for the crowd to leave. I was still naked straddling his lap, with his somehow still hard cock firmly lodged inside me. 

It only took about ten minutes for the parking lot to pretty well clear out. I massaged the cock inside me, clenching and releasing my pussy muscles the whole time, and grinding back and forth a little, keeping him hard. I knew I wasn't going to cum again, so I slid off his cock, bent over on my hands and knees on the seat and started sucking again. I had had my orgasm and wanted to return the favor. I didn't even think about my bare ass and pussy being visible through the side window with my butt almost up against the glass. I sucked the cock in my mouth for another minute or two until he pushed my head down and started cumming in my mouth. I kept the suction up until he stopped squirting, and swallowed it all down. I sat up and started looking for my clothes. That's when I saw the Middle Eastern guy watching us from the Jeep parked next to us, with a big smile on his face. I just smiled back. What else could I do? 

Unfortunately I had to get out of the truck to get dressed. My shirt had ended up on the floor in the front seat, my shorts and panties on the floor in back. I got out completely naked, bent down to get my clothes, and got dressed between the two trucks. The guy in the Jeep had already seen my ass and pussy up close, so I didn't think watching me get dressed would be a big deal. Also he was kind of cute. The Jeep guy thanked me for the show and drove away. I just walked to my car and went home.

It was a couple weeks before I went to the Marina again. It was a really warm afternoon, so I opted for a light, short skirt, and a nice, loose, tank top. The skirt came to just above my knees, so I figured I could go without panties. The tank top was dark colored, so I skipped the bra as well.

I arrived a little later than I usually do, so it was already crowded and the seating area was full. I grabbed a beer from the sandwich shop and stood drinking it just outside their back door, facing the stage. I was only there a few minutes when I heard a voice from behind me say, "Hey, nice seeing you again". It was the Middle Eastern guy from the Jeep, with a big grin on his face.

He introduced himself as Tony. He was a only a year younger than me, and was in pretty good shape. We chatted a little, as much as we could with the music playing. He told me he was originally from Pakistan and had move to the U.S. years ago to attend college. Eventually he asked me to dance. We danced for a couple of reggae songs, brushing against each other a little. After that, I was getting a little warm and wanted another beer. Tony suggested we walk out to his boat. Apparently he lived on a boat moored here in the marina.

We walked to the G-dock gate. He unlocked it and we walked down the ramp to the pier. We walked way out, almost to the end, to where Tony's boat was parked. It was pretty good sized. He said it was a twenty-eight footer with a fly bridge, whatever that meant. I just know it was pretty tall. It had a deck area at the back, behind the cabin, with a couple patio chairs, and a barbecue mounted to the railing. Inside the cabin it was plenty high, enough to stand up easily, with a small kitchen, a sink, fridge, TV, large bed on one side, and a small table with two seats on the other. It had another bed down in the room in the very front, and a little bathroom in between that and the kitchen. It was rather nice.

He offered me a seat on the deck and brought me a beer. We talked for a bit, until a bunch of ducks swam up to the back of his boat. He said that he feeds them a lot and grabbed a bag of bread. I'm a big animal lover, so of course I wanted to feed them. The rail, or frame, or whatever you call it, around the back of the boat came to just about knee height. The water level was lower than the deck we were standing on, so I really had to bend over at the waist to reach the ducks. I should have just gotten down on my knees. In the process of feeding them I guess my skirt rode up quite a bit exposing my entire ass, and my tank top slid up exposing both breasts. I didn't really notice until I felt Tony's hands cup my ass cheeks. I was a little tipsy and stood up a little too quickly, leaning back into Tony. In doing so, my tank top was stuck between us, still above my big boobs. Tony's hands quickly moved from my butt to my tits, and he started rubbing gently, lightly squeezing my nipples. At that point someone across the water wolf whistled, that's when we noticed people were watching us. I was a little embarrassed, and buzzed enough to be turned on. I pulled my tank top off the rest of the way and dropped it on the deck. Tony kept his hands busy on my boobs, as he started lightly kissing the side of my neck, just below my ear. That spot always makes me horny, and wet. I needed to fuck this guy soon. 

Tony suggested we go up to the bridge. He said it was higher than most every boat around, and a little more private. Of course he had me go first up the ladder, so he could take in the view. I lifted my skirt up as I climbed, just to tease him, probably the guy that whistled too. Tony followed with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. You could see everything around us from up there. It was quite a nice view. We were probably 20 feet above the water. We could still be seen, but only the upper part of our bodies if we were sitting because of the rail, or whatever it's called. Also we were in the shade now because of the canopy over the top. It had an L-shaped couch at the back and side next to where I came up the ladder, and a spinning chair in the middle, right behind the steering wheel.

I sat on the couch section toward the side of the boat. Tony sat in the center chair. We talked, drank, and laughed for a while, me still topless. The sun had finally set, but it wasn't dark yet. I made my move. I got on my knees in front of Tony and unzipped his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock sprang right out. It looked like a good size, even while only semi hard. I ran my tongue around the head, then slid my lips down a bit and sucked him into my mouth. As he started to firm up I started sliding my mouth up and down on his cock. After a only minute or so, he slid forward, pushing his cock between my breasts. I had learned some guys like tit fucking from my time with Marco, so I pushed my boobs together around his cock and let Tony push his cock in and out of the crease. His cock was a strong seven inches now, and nicely thick. After a few more minutes I grabbed Tony's hands and put them on my boobs in place of my own. I needed to touch myself. I undid the line of buttons down the front of my skirt and pulled it off.

As Tony held my boobs together and fucked them, I started rubbing my clit, and eventually slid two fingers into my very wet pussy. I moaned a little and told Tony I wanted him to fuck me. He lifted me up and had me lean forward over the steering wheel, then he slid his cock into me from behind. He started pounding into me pretty fast, sliding all the way out with just the head in, then slamming all the way back in on every stroke, all the while kneading my breasts and pinching both nipples. I built quickly to a nice orgasm and moaned a little louder than I should have. Tony quickly put one hand over my mouth and pulled back until he was again sitting, and I was sitting on his lap, his cock still inside me. After my orgasm subsided, I got up, turned around to face him, and lowered myself back onto his cock. Now I could hold onto his shoulders and bounce on his cock easily. I pulled Tony's shirt off as I fucked him. We were completely naked, me bouncing on a cock, in the middle of the marina before dark. I don't know if anyone could see what we were doing, and I didn't really care.

I leaned back against the steering wheel, putting myself in a more visible position, if anyone was looking, and kept right on bouncing on his cock. Tony pinched and pulled on my nipples as I rode him. We fucked like that for a good fifteen minutes longer, until Tony grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me. I knew he was getting close and I wanted to taste him. I lifted myself off his cock, turned the chair and him around to face the back of the boat. I stayed standing with my legs spread and bent at the waist, opening myself up to anyone that might be watching, and took his cock back into my mouth. I bobbed hard and fast, making my tits swing around like crazy, until Tony finally tensed up and started squirting into my waiting mouth. I sucked hard, until his spasms stopped, and swallowed every drop of his warm cum. Then I stayed standing and just leaned back against the dashboard. 

We chatted for another half hour or so. I decided I had better get home. It was still a work night. We exchanged numbers, just in case. We got dressed, and Tony walked me out to my car.

It was another few weeks before I hooked up with Tony again. I met a girlfriend at the marina for the concert this time. We enjoyed the music and had a few drinks. I didn't see Tony, but I called him before the show was over. He said he was hanging out with a friend at the Woodfire Grill. When the concert was over I walked to the restaurant and found Tony and his friend sitting at the bar. He introduced me to his friend Damon. He was a little shorter than Tony, and was considerably younger. I would guess he was in his late twenties. We had a couple more drinks, and then made our way out to Tony's boat. It was almost 10:00 PM and starting to get dark.

We headed up to the fly bridge. Damon sat in the spinning chair, Tony and I on the little couch. Tony had his arm around my back, rubbing up and down gently, while I had one hand rubbing his leg up to his shorts. I wasn't sure if I was going to get any action tonight with Tony's friend hanging around, but I didn't have to wait long to find out. 

As Tony was rubbing my back he unzipped my dress all the way down to my waist. We all kept talking like nothing was happening. Then his hand slid into the open back of my dress. He started just rubbing his hand up and down my bare skin, and then started sliding his hand up my far side, working his way forward toward my breast. I was wearing a knee length, sleeveless, light sun dress that zipped up in back, of course without any underwear. As Tony's hand started touching the side of my boob, the strap over my shoulder slid off, and that side of my dress started to droop, exposing the top of my breast. Then Tony pulled the other strap off with his other hand, allowing the dress to slide lower on both sides. He then pushed the dress down until the top of both of my nipples were showing. I pulled my arms free and let the dress fall to my waist.

As I sat there topless, we kept chatting like all was normal, though I could see Damon had a bulge growing in his shorts. I slid my hand up Tony's leg and started rubbing his cock through his shorts. He was casually playing with my nipples while we all talked. I finally said I needed to suck someones cock. With that, both the guys unzipped and pulled out their erections. It seemed both guys wanted to play. I hadn't done anything with two guys at the same time since I sucked my first pair of cocks and lost my virginity to the same two boys back in Iowa, but I was all for a threesome. I leaned over and kissed the head of Tony's cock, then stood up and let my dress fall to the floor. I leaned over to Damon and took his cock in my mouth. He was about average in size, but had an above average mushroom head, maybe two inches across. As I sucked the cock in front of me, I could feel Tony's hands grab my ass, a moment later his cock slid into my wet pussy. Damon stood up and started sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, while Tony did the same in my pussy. I heard the two of them high-five each other as all three of us stood there, me bent over in the middle, getting fucked in both ends.

Somewhere during this I noticed some flashes through my closed eyelids. I looked back to see Tony taking pictures of me sucking Damon's cock. I started making a show of licking the mushroom head, and taking it in my mouth. I'm sure he took a few pictures of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy too. Then Damon took the camera and was taking pictures of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth from all different angles, even a few from between his legs. I wonder if Tony's cock could be seen sliding into my pussy from that angle?

The two of them fucked me like that for maybe ten minutes, long enough for me to cum once, before they decided to switch ends. Both of them pulled out of me. Tony sat down on the side of the couch. They had me get on my hands and knees on the couch, with my ass facing the opening for the ladder. Tony pulled my head toward his lap, while Damon slid into my pussy from behind. That mushroom head on his cock felt really good, like a golf ball on a broomstick sliding inside me. I slid my mouth over Tony's cock and started sucking again, tasting my own juices. He pinched one of my nipples with one hand, while pressing my head down further on his cock with the other. Damon had both hands cupping my ass while thrusting into me. Then he started rubbing a finger around my asshole. A minute or two later I felt something wet drip onto my rosebud. before he started pushing his finger in. 

This was different. Damon kept pumping his cock in and out of my pussy, while his finger was doing the same to my asshole, all while Tony was holding my head down, pumping his cock up into my mouth. Then Damon pulled his finger out and started pressing something bigger into my ass. His cock never left my pussy, so I guessed it was his thumb. At that moment I came hard. I could feel my juices starting to run down my legs. I tensed up and I started moaning around Tony's cock in my mouth. As my convulsions subsided, my whole body relaxed and I went limp. When I went limp Tony was still pressing my head down, which forced my mouth further onto his cock. With his next thrust he went into my throat. I was still in the afterglow of my orgasm and couldn't do anything to stop him. Luckily he only lasted for a couple more strokes, and he started cumming just as I was able to lift my head again. I kept sucking until he finished and swallowed his warm treat. 

I pulled my mouth off Tony's cock and just laid my head on his lap. Damon was still fucking me, and pumping his whole thumb into my ass. I just moaned for the next few minutes, until Damon started fucking me faster. I knew he was getting close, and told him not to cum inside me. He pumped hard for a few more strokes, then pulled his cock and thumb out of me. I then felt the head of his cock push up against my asshole, just as his hot cum started spurting out. He held himself tight enough against me that I could feel some of his hot jizz being forced into my butt. The warm fluid seeping into my ass felt kind of good, so I pushed back against him a little to try and get more cum inside. It was slippery enough to lube me up, and with his constant pressure forward, and my pushing back, plus my relaxed state, my asshole opened up and that big head just popped in. At that moment I came again! He kept pushing slowly, until I felt his entire cock was inside my ass. Then he just held still, as I felt his cock still twitching, and I could feel more of his hot cum being deposited inside me. He didn't pull out until his cock went limp and shrank down again. While not painful, it was an interesting sensation. Damon had just cum in my ass, and I liked it! Too bad he didn't get some pictures of his cock buried in my asshole.




Concerts at the Pier



We all sat around naked afterwards. Tony pulled his camera out again, and had me pose for some more pictures. They had me stand up and lean back against the dashboard with my legs spread, down on my knees with both of their cocks in front of my face, lying back on the couch with my legs and pussy wide open, even a couple with someone's fingers in my pussy and asshole. I even posed for a few while pumping a beer bottle in and out of my pussy, and with me squating over it, riding it like a cock. I felt like a porn star! 

I was getting horny again with all of the picture taking. I told the boys to stand close together so I could try fitting both cocks in my mouth at the same time. I sucked each one separately until both guys were hard, then pulled them close and got my mouth over both of them. I couldn't get them very deep, but I'm sure it must have made for a kinky picture. I sucked the two of them together for a few minutes, while Tony took plenty of pictures. Then it was time for round two.

I had Damon lie down on the deck, then I lower myself onto his cock, reverse cowgirl style. I had Tony stand to one side and started sucking his cock, while bouncing on Damon. From this angle Tony could get pictures of his brown cock sliding into my mouth, my big bouncing boobs, and my pussy wrapped around Damon's cock below, all in the same shot. Too bad he didn't have a video camera for our little threesome. I fucked and sucked the two of them in that position for about fifteen minutes, before we switched it up.

I hadn't tasted Damon's cum yet, so I wanted him in my mouth. I laid down on my back on the couch, with my head over the ladder opening. Tony got between my legs and pulled them up over his shoulders, leaned forward, and slid his cock into my pussy. I had Damon stand at the end of the couch, tilted my head back, and pulled him into my waiting mouth. 

Tony pushed my legs further back, so they were now near my shoulders, then he started pounding my pussy hard. I started moaning around Damon's cock, as I pulled him back and forth between my lips. After a couple minutes, I let go of Damon and let him fuck my mouth at his own pace. I started pinching my nipples with one hand, and rubbing my clit with the other. I must have looked like a total slut, getting fucked in both ends while I played with myself, the camera clicking away the whole time. I didn't care, it felt so fucking good!

They fucked me like that for another ten minutes or so. Tony was the first to cum, (besides me cumming constantly that is). He pounded my pussy hard and fast, then pulled his cock out of me, and shot his cum up between my breasts, clear to my chin. Damon pumped my mouth for a couple more minutes, until I felt him tense up, push deep into my mouth for his first shot. Then he pulled out of my mouth, and shot the rest of his load all over my face. When he finished cumming, I pulled his cock back into my mouth and sucked him dry. I must have been a site, covered in cum from my boobs to my forehead. I scooped it into my mouth the best I could and swallowed it down.

After about twenty minutes of chatting we all got dressed. All three of us walked out to my car. We said our goodbyes and I drove off. I could feel the squishiness inside my ass all the way home.

It was probably another month before I saw Tony again. It was a Friday night and I had called him to get together. I met him at the gate and we went down to the boat. We fucked inside on the bed for the first time. It was a cool, rainy evening, so there wasn't much choice. I'll admit it wasn't as exciting as being up above where anyone could see us if they wanted to. It also ended up being the first time I spent the night. We fucked again sometime during the night, and again in the morning. Tony bought me breakfast before I went home.

I saw Tony off and on for a few more months, not often, maybe once every two or three weeks. It was purely sexual. I knew he was a player, and I had a couple other one night stands too. We hardly even kissed, just got down to business. Then Tony took a job with his brother in Southern California and moved away.

About six months later I met my second husband. We had been dating regularly for a couple of months. At some point my fiancé said his best friend was going to be in town for the weekend and he wanted me to meet him. I didn't think much of it until we were driving to the Everett Marina. When we entered the bar, there was Tony, my fiancés best friend.

We both pretended not to know each other and shook hands. We all made small talk and had a few drinks and snacks. When my fiancé went to the bathroom we finally had a couple minutes to talk. Tony said I had to pay him to keep quiet. I didn't know if he was serious or not, but since he had pictures of me fucking and sucking him and his friend, I wasn't going to take a chance. He said a blowjob would do. I didn't want to ruin things with my fiancé so I agreed. When my date came back I excused myself to go to the bathroom. A minute after I entered the ladies room, Tony came in. He said he told my date he had to meet someone and would be back later. I hadn't expected to have to do this right now, I thought he meant sometime this weekend. 

We went into a stall. I sat on the toilet and Tony stood in front of me. He pulled his cock out and I started sucking it. I knew I didn't have a lot of time, so I applied as much suction as I could, and stroked him with my hand. I sucked and pumped as fast as I could, hoping to get this over with quickly. Unfortunately my neck started getting sore, so I held my head still and started pulling Tony into my mouth. He quickly got the idea, grabbed my head and started pumping into me, now fucking my mouth. As I held onto his ass he kept going a little deeper on each stroke. I started to gag, but forced it back. I didn't have time to slow things down. Eventually he had his whole cock pumping into my mouth and throat. Another minute and he started cumming. I coughed a bit, as his first spurt shot out while he was all the way in my throat. I pushed him back before the rest deposited on my tongue. He zipped up and we both exited the stall. I told him I was going out first, he was on his own. I went back out and met my fiancé like nothing had happened.

Tony had me suck him off a couple more times when he was in town, and I ended up fucking him once more, the night before my wedding in Reno. He was the best man.

My fiancé and I had separate hotel rooms before the wedding. You know the whole "can't see the bride before the wedding thing." He was planning on going out with his friends that night anyway, and I went out with my mom and sister. Around midnight I got a call from Tony. I knew what he wanted and I couldn't risk things now. I answered and gave him my room number. 

I slipped on a bathrobe when I heard the knock at the door. I let Tony in and sat on the edge of the bed. I could tell he was drunk and hoped I could just suck him off and get him out of here quickly. He took his pants off and staggered in front of me. I slid my mouth onto his cock and started working him to full erection. As I was sucking his cock, Tony untied my bathrobe and opened the front. He started playing with both of my boobs, one in each hand. He seemed to be having trouble standing still, swaying back and forth. He mumbled something about needing to go pee, and then started pissing in my mouth. I pulled my head back and got sprayed in the face and down the front of me. I squeezed his cock hard and told him to stop, which he did. 

Luckily I had the robe under me so none of it got on the bed. I pulled Tony into the bathroom and told him to use the toilet. I turned on the shower and climbed in to rinse myself off. As I was soaping my front and face, I felt Tony's hands on my back. He was in the shower behind me. He grabbed me by my hips and slid his cock into my pussy. I didn't want to make a scene, not knowing what he would do being so drunk, so I rinsed off my face and turned the water off. I bent over at the waist and rested my hands on the edge of the tub. Tony pumped into me from behind. He fucked me for quite a while, like twenty minutes passed and he still hadn't cum yet. I had gotten close a couple times, but couldn't seem to go over the edge.

That quickly changed. Tony held himself inside me, and then I felt a warm pressure in my pussy. Suddenly hot liquid started running out over my clit and down my legs. Tony was pissing inside me. I came hard! I started rocking forward and back onto his hard cock, still pissing into me. I never felt anything like this, it was incredible. I started moaning nonstop, riding the high of my orgasm. Tony kept peeing and swayed back to far. His cock came out of me, hot piss spraying directly on my clit. That sent me off on another, even stronger orgasm. I grabbed his cock behind me and directed the spray onto my pussy and clit. It felt amazing. I came yet again, and blacked out for just a second or two. 

As the flow coming out of his cock started to lessen, I turned to face him, dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I'm not sure why, after being initially repulsed by it, but now I wanted the last of his piss in my mouth. I sucked as the last of his stream was slowing, and swallowed his urine. I continued to suck his cock until I got every drop of piss, and kept sucking, maybe hoping for more. After another minute or so, he finally started cumming in my mouth. Of course I swallow that too. 

I had never seen a guy that was able to pee while he was fully erect before. Maybe it had something to do with how drunk he was. I wish I knew, so I could explore that sensation again sometime. It was so nasty, but maybe that's part of why it felt so good.

I turned the shower back on and rinsed us both off. I had to wash my hair as well. When we were finished I dried Tony and told him to get dressed, while I dried myself off, taking longer to dry my hair. When I came out of the bathroom, Tony was passed out on my bed still naked. I knew there was no way I was going to wake him up, so I set the alarm clock for six in the morning and crawled in bed beside him.

I awoke a few hours later to the full weight of Tony on top of me. I was lying on my stomach with my arms underneath my belly and my hands part way between my breasts. Tony had a hand on each of my boobs, squeezing my nipples, while he slammed his cock into my pussy hard and fast. I didn't say anything, just arched my back and spread my legs to get him in deeper, and laid there staring at the clock. It was almost four thirty. I don't know how long he had been on top of me before I woke up, but he fucked me like that for almost thirty minutes. I came once, but kept hoping he would piss inside of me again and give me that great feeling one more time. It never happened. 

He finally started moaning that he was almost there. I told him I wanted him to cum on my asshole, like Damon had. I'm not sure if he even knew what Damon had done, but he pulled his cock out of my pussy and pressed it against my asshole. I wasn't lubed up like before, but with his full weight on top of me, his seven inch cock made its way into my bowels. This time it hurt. He didn't go slow like his friend had done, he just slammed into me like he was fucking my pussy. I screamed into my pillow. Luckily he only had that one stroke left, and started to spurt deep inside my asshole. He pulled out as soon as he stopped cumming, before he went limp. I felt like my rectum was on fire. 

I told him he had to get out of here before everyone woke up. The wedding wasn't until that afternoon, but my mother's room was just down the hall and I was meeting her for breakfast in a few hours. He got dressed and left without saying a word. 

The wedding went off without any problems. I never did anything with Tony again. I actually never saw or heard from him again after the reception that night. I heard he had a heart attack and had passed away about a year later. I never told my now ex-husband.

I wish I had gotten copies of those pictures.