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Tongue

By: tripleflip



So, okay, I have NEVER found a substitute for a guy's tongue. Okay, like, I'm real oral, you know? Like I talk, a LOT, and sometimes my friends, they're, like, "God, Kristie! Shut UP!" 

So I've tried EVERYTHING, like I was in the store with my mom and I saw like, this TONGUE in the meat counter, like, you know, for sandwiches, and my eyes get real big and I'm like, "WoW!" So my mom is like, "Ooo, I could NEVER eat anything that came out of an animal's MOUTH. Here!"

So she hands me these eggs, and I'm like, "Gee, mom, what part of an animal did THESE come out of?" and SHE'S like, "Be sure they aren't cracked, honey."

Okay, so, like, later I go back and get the tongue, and as I'm checking out I'm thinking, "Oh god, EVERYBODY will KNOW what I am going to DO with this, I mean, it is SO SUSPICIOUS for this girl to be, like, buying this TONGUE, and I'm like, trying to at LEAST find a female checker, so I go in the slow line (You know, like, cash only, 10 items or less) behind this lady with a cart full of stuff writing a check. 

Okay, the lady writing the check is from Alaska or something and only has an out of town check and no ID, so I like STAND there in the Piggly Wiggly holding this TONGUE, so then Jenny, who is on my skate team, comes by with her mom and her little sister, who's like, "Oooo gross! What's Kristie going to do with THAT?" and I'm like rolling my eyes. So Jenny's mom says "Make sandwiches, honey. I LOVE tongue sandwiches."

So, like, I was old enough to DRIVE when I FINALLY got out of there, and then, after ALL THAT, it didn't really work, I mean, it DID, but it didn't FEEL right, like it was TOO raspy, you know? Okay, like my boyfriend? He'd just sort of cradle my ass in his hands, and use his thumbs to spread my lips open. I mean, the first time, I'm like GONE in 20 seconds, but he doesn't know it and so he's down there licking away until it starts HURTING. So then he figured it out, that I am REAL sensitive, ESPECIALLY to oral, so he just licks, you know, like VERY slowly, and I'm like, WRITHING and SQUIRMING and he'd just TORTURE me like that. I mean, I was his SLAVE, I would do ANYTHING, but I didn't because I was [censored] and he was in college and knew my dad and he was afraid to.

The tongue was NOTHING like that. I mean I put in hot water to warm it up, I put KY on it, I even LICKED it, but it just wasn't right, so I gave up. I put it in my skate bag so I could throw it away at school, but I forgot, and took my OTHER skate bag, so like it was two weeks and my mom is like, "WHAT is that SMELL?" and so this TONGUE was DECOMPOSING in my SKATE bag next to my custom $1000 Harlick skates. I mean, it's all black and green with hairy stuff on it!

So, like the guy mom was fucking then used these rubbers, like they were real thin and pre- lubricated, so I'd put them on my dildo, or on my hairbrush handle and pretend IT was a tongue. THAT was pretty okay, except I heard mom on the phone to Gloria and she's like, "I guess George and I are having too much sex, we went through a whole pack of condoms last weekend." It didn't matter much, because she dumped George and started going out with this other guy. He was rich, but REAL creepy, like he looked like he was from the Mafia and always looked me over and called me "baby." I don't think he USED rubbers, or at least *I* never found any. I mean, he was in mom's "hunk" phase, you know, where their collar size, age, and IQ are the same number.

So like then we were having science class, and we were making electricity out of pennies and nickels and salt. They made us wear these MASKS and GLOVES, because the salt came out of a brown bottle labeled "NaCl," so it was a CHEMICAL, never mind that Stephanie poured a WHOLE SHAKER of NaCl on Tommy Riggs at lunch, and he was all right. Okay, okay, he ISN'T all right, he's [censored], which is a SERIOUS CONDITION in boys, but it WASN'T the SALT. So the SAME STUFF is a dangerous chemical when it comes out of a brown bottle, but it is safe as shampoo when it comes out of a shaker. This sounds suspiciously like transubstantiation, or whatever my aunt, who used to be Catholic, calls it. I got taught this hocus pocus in SCIENCE class. No WONDER people are panicked over global warming and radon under the house. 

So like, class was pretty boring after I found out that nickels and pennies didn't make a DIME'S worth of power, so I was sort of fooling around, and I realized how USEFUL gloves could be. So then I started wearing gloves in science all the time and Mr. Evans is like, "Kristie is so safety-conscious, she should be a model for you all," so like then everybody hated me, but I had this NICE collection of gloves. So that's as close as I've come. I mean, like, they work good on my TITS, too.

My OTHER toy is this fake hand I got at Halloween. It's like REAL big and hairy, and it looks AWESOME stuck down the front of my panties. It's got wires so you can make the fingers stay. Okay okay, my PLAN was to have it hang out of my SKATE bag, and everybody would be like, "God! Kristie has a DEAD GUY in her skate bag," but everybody just thought it was stupid, so I was going to throw it away. So then I came out of the shower and I wasn't wearing any panties and I SAT on it. I'm like, "All RIGHT!" and from then on we were going steady.

Tongue and Toy



He pleases her with his tongue and a toy simultaneously.

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Tongue Bath



Claire lay on the bed, still catching her breath while her last orgasm winded down deep inside of her. That brilliant, after-climax sensation was making her extremely horny. She knew this was most likely due to the fact that she was still lathered with the cum from three huge cocks which had fucked her tight pussy, her hungry mouth, her small, perky breasts, and even her formerly virgin ass. In addition to the sperm that clung in her hair, masked her face, oozed down the soft curve of her breasts, collected at her belly button, coated her pussy and smeared her thighs, Claire also had swallowed enough jizz to make her feel full despite not having eaten anything all day.

The guys--her fiancé and his two brothers--were gone, but they would be back. Claire had become so overwhelmed in the aftermath of this incredible foursome that she asked them to leave her alone to let her body recuperate...because she wanted to do it again as soon as possible. The guys took the pause in the evening's festivities to go down the block to get some more beer. 

They had left literally seconds ago. The cum in and on her body was still warm. Her nipples were still hard. Even her clit still throbbed a little. She shuddered at the feeling of a slow, thick stream of sperm trickling out of her full pussy and down to her incredibly sensitive asshole, which was having its own problems holding all the juice that had been shot into it a minute ago. She regretted letting the guys go, because she needed them already. She needed attention now.

There was a knock at the door of Claire's apartment, and before she could worry about who it might be, she heard the door creak open.

"Claire?" It was Lana.

Claire's body responded to Lana's presence even before her mind could. She felt a surge of sexual lust roll through her, causing her knees to go weak even though she was laying flat on her back. She opened her mouth, feeling the cum on her face slowly being displaced as she moved her jaw to speak.

"In here."

Claire had been with Lana once, several weeks ago. Claire was different back then. She'd been moody, a problem that went away when she met Troy. She was also secretly attracted to Lana, having dreams and fantasies about the svelte blonde with the adorable dimples. This problem didn't so much go away as slip away, threatening to return. Even Claire resisted her attraction to the other woman at first, and after they finally tasted each other and Lana decided it was wrong and was to never happen again, Claire believed herself when she agreed.

But all Claire had done then was put up a wall to protect her from what she really wanted, and she felt Lana had done the same. There were many things different about these two, and in fact men had been the subject that kept them at odds with each other for so long. But they had more similarities than differences, and the similarities would not allow them to stay apart.

Among these differences were their looks. Lana had long, straight blonde hair, and Claire had curly, light brunette strands. Lana's eyes were brown and Claire's were green. And Lana had those irresistible dimples, of which Claire did not. Claire's pert breasts were no larger than B cups, but Lana's perfect Cs looked so large on her small frame that they were often mistaken for fakes. Claire was 28, and Lana was 33. 

And yet anyone who looked at them both saw that they were nearly clones of each other. Though Lana was thinner and a hint shorter, both women were small and thin in stature. Both were very cute in the face, and in fact either one of them could have been a stunt-double for Kate Hudson. But most people told the women that they just looked like each other. And of course no one was really surprised that they did, because Lana and Claire were sisters.

The forbidden lust they had shared together just weeks ago was broken off because of this simple fact. Either one of them could have moved on to experiment with other woman and test the bi-sexual waters they had introduced each other to, but they found that it wasn't the gender of the person that excited them--it was simply the person. They wanted each other because of who they were and what they looked like. Maybe the taboo of making love to your sister was urging them on, too, but it wasn't the only thing.

Claire had finally come to terms with this reality a short while ago. And even though the girls hadn't spoken of it, she knew Lana felt this way, too. All it would take to get them back together was a moment of great courage, and tonight, naked on her back and drenched in cum, Claire was feeling brave.

"Oh my God..." Lana said when she stepped into the bedroom doorway.

Claire didn't move her head to get a better look at Lana, because she didn't want the cum to drip off her face. But what she could see was getting her very excited. Lana had cut her hair and was wearing it in pigtails. She looked so adorable! And she was wearing a cute little top that showed off her great cleavage.

"Is that...cum?" Lana asked.

"Yeah," Claire said. She was getting so hot now that she couldn't keep her hands off herself. She dipped a couple fingers into the mess of sperm at her crotch and began playing with it, rubbing it into her clitoris and along her lips.

"That all came from Troy?"

"And his brothers," Claire said. "And most of its inside me."

Lana didn't speak, but Claire could her breathing grow heavier. She knew what Lana must have been thinking. Most sisters would be shocked, probably even appalled to find out their younger sibling had submitted to three brothers, but not Lana. Claire couldn't see, but she was sure Lana was quivering with excitement. 

"Do you need help?" Lana asked, her throaty tone giving her hunger away.

Lana stepped further into the room, closing the door shut behind her, and approached the bed. She stood over Claire and looked down over her body, amazed at what she was seeing. 

Claire could see Lana's nipples poking through her shirt. She reached up and took Lana's hand, then gently directed it down to the pool of cum on her belly. Lana gasped and her body stiffened. It was still warm. And beneath, Claire's body was hot. With the door shut, the smell of cum and sex was almost overpowering, but already Lana could pick up her own scent joining the mix. 

Claire released her hand, and Lana drew her fingers through the cum, spreading it slowly, feeling it cling to her fingers. She seemed to be deciding if she was really going to do this, though both girls knew it was something she couldn't resist. Lana laid her whole palm in the pool of sperm on Claire's belly, then took her hand away, turned it over, and looked at the thick glaze that had stuck to her, oozing and dripping. She brought it toward her mouth, even opened her mouth and was about to stick out her tongue, but then Lana looked down at Claire, who watched her with a sexy, needful grin.

Lana put her hand back down and pushed it against her sister's face, smearing the cum to the load that was already there. Claire moved to suck at Lana's fingers, and as she took the thumb in her mouth, Lana lowered herself, bringing her face to Claire's tummy and dipping her tongue into her flooded belly button. A fire sizzled through her as she tongued the little hole, and then she became hungrier, and she pursed her lips together and slurped the cum that had collected in it. There was so much that for a moment she was sucking up just cum and no air with it, making her silent except for her throat as it worked to swallow.

Claire arched her back a little, offering her body to Lana and feeling the cum moving across most of her body with the shift. She sucked Lana's thumb clean, then took two of her fingers, and then just concentrated on the heavily coated palm, licking it off hungrily.

When the well of jizz in Claire's belly button dried up, Lana began licking her sister's tummy, lapping up whatever she could while pushing around the mess that eluded her. As Claire licked her right hand clean, Lana put her left hand between Claire's legs and touched her sister's pussy, gently teasing the soaked lips before slipping a finger between them. When she entered, she felt the gush of cum that was already there and used it to lube her digit up to a rapid finger-fucking motion. The sound she made doing this was very wet and loud, but Claire's moans as she received the finger were louder.

"How many times did they cum?" Lana asked, breathless.

"Four."

"Each!" She was instantly jealous her little sister could have found one guy who could do it four times so quickly that each load was still warm when he finished, let alone three guys.

"No," Claire laughed. "Total. Troy's little brother got me twice, though I swallowed most of him."

That was even more amazing to Lana. She guessed it would take at least six guys to produce the amount of cum she saw all over her sister, and that wasn't counting the copious amounts that were apparently inside her. She had secretly watched Claire and Troy one night not long ago, and she knew what he was capable of. But even if Troy's brothers could do what he could do, that still didn't account for all this sperm. And that meant his brothers must have had even bigger nuts to bust that he had, which she wouldn't have believed if she wasn't actively devouring the evidence.

She tried picturing in her head what the scene would've looked like if she had been in this room just a few minutes earlier. She licked up the drips of seed that had run down Claire's ribs, which expanded and contracted deeply as Claire's breathing grew heavier from the attention. 

"Who got you here?" Lana asked as she finished cleaning one set of ribs and moved back up to Claire's tummy, licking just below her breasts.

"Mostly Will. That's Troy's older brother. But Troy got me there, too. Right after he filled my ass."

Lana was absolutely shocked. She had never had anal sex, and couldn't believe her little sister had tried it, especially with a cock as big as Troy's. She fingered Claire faster for a moment, then backed away just long enough to remove her top. Lana's breasts were indeed perfect. The only thing "wrong" with them was that they looked too big for her little body. They stood out proudly from her chest, with the nipples leading the way. When Lana leaned back down to lick Claire's far set of cum-streaked ribs, her nipples dragged across the brunette's now clean tummy. Claire moaned when she felt the weight and naked flesh of her sister's breasts resting on her there. She reached down and grabbed one, squeezing the handful eagerly.

With Lana's hand licked clean, Claire then directed it back down onto her own, smaller breasts, and Lana picked up what she was supposed to do right away. Lana massaged her slippery tits, working the cum into her skin and making an even bigger mess than what was already there. The thick, natural lubricant felt incredible as it was rubbed into her chest by Lana's expert hand, and her fingers had no trouble finding Claire's hard nipples. She loved it when her nipples got attention, especially when they got sucked, and this was the next best thing.

"It's cooling down," Claire said, referring to the cum. "You better stop taking your time. Besides, we won't be alone for much longer."

Lana took the hint and tripled her pace, licking the rest of Claire's abdomen clean while trying to decide if she would go lower or higher on Claire's body next. But before she could choose, Claire decided for her, taking Lana's face in her hands--one of them smearing the cum that was on it all over Lana's cheek--and guiding her upward. Lana didn't waste a second before diving into her little sister's chest, sucking a breast into her mouth so deeply she felt the hard nipple teasing the back of her throat. She wrestled the nipple with her tongue, causing Claire to shift and shudder with pleasure. In seconds, the layers of cum on the breast had been sucked and licked away down Lana's throat, and all that remained was her own saliva, giving the skin an attractive glimmer.

"Who came here?" Lana asked, sucking a gob of cum from her upper lip.

"God, I don't even remember," Claire gasped as she fondled Lana's breasts and nipples. "I think that was mostly Bryce, the younger brother. He fucked me there, too."

"He rubbed his cock on your tits?"

"His big cock," Claire confirmed. "And the biggest balls I've ever seen." 

Before doing to Claire's other breast what she had done to the first one, Lana took her hand away from her sister's pussy and used both hands to push Claire's tits together. She pressed her face into Claire's cleavage, lapping and slurping at the cum that had gathered there, enjoying the thrill as the sperm she missed ended up smearing on her face. Then she took Claire's other breast in her mouth, sucked it fast and hard, licking it everywhere until every last trace of the white cream was gone. Claire was shaking by the time she finished, which told Lana she was probably very close to orgasm. But Lana wanted to draw this out, and so she was glad to move on, teasing her sister as she lay on the edge of ecstasy. 

Lana was cleaning her way up Claire's chest, licking her neck and shoulders, when she decided that now was the perfect time to take her pants off. She had wanted to be as naked as Claire was when this whole thing first started, but she was too hungry for the forbidden taste of her sister and the seed that drenched her to take the time to get nude. All she had managed was the shirt, but before she got caught up kissing Claire on the mouth or on her pussy, she wanted to free herself.

Lana got up off the bed, a burst of electric passion buzzing through her as she realized how much cum was actually on her face when she felt it drip off her chin and down between her big breasts. She was panting and salivating from everything she'd had thus far, but God she wanted so much more. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks and pants and was just about to yank off her panties when the sound of the apartment door opening caused both women to freeze.

The guys were home. They were loud and laughing, probably having already opened the beer they'd left to pick up on their way back. Fortunately the bedroom door was closed, so they didn't yet see what Claire was doing with her sister, but it was only a matter of time before Lana's presence was revealed. Claire's apartment wasn't that big, and there was no way she could sneak Lana out without any of the guys noticing. Claire's mind was on overload trying to think of a way out of this.

Lana's mind, however, was not. Though initially surprised by the intrusion, after a few tense moments it seemed that the guys were going to relax, giving Claire time that she apparently needed, as she had, from their perspective, taken the time to shut the bedroom door. And besides, at this point, Lana was so fucking hot that she didn't care if the world caught her licking three guys' sperm off of her sister's naked body. Lana's wet panties were suddenly on the floor, and she was back on the bed, her smooth, naked mound pressing against Claire's neatly trimmed, cum lathered cunt.

Claire fell under this throw-caution-to-the-wind spell as soon as she felt her sister's incredible, nude body lying across her. The sisters kissed with vigor, chewing and sucking each other's tongues and lips, not even taking the time to breathe. Lana soon moved on to Claire's face, lapping at the white jizz masking her with rapid, animalistic need.

"Who came on your face?" Lana asked between panting and licking.

"That was Bryce, too, but I sucked all of them. I even tried sucking Troy and Will at once, but they were so big I couldn't get my lips around both of them."

That revelation spurred Lana on, and she again kissed Claire, madly sucking on her tongue. She put her hands on Claire's head, fingers intertwining with her curly hair and the cum that had begun to gel in it. Claire then switched so she was sucking Lana's tongue, and Lana moved her head so that their mouths were practically fucking.

"Who did you swallow?"

"Bryce. Twice."

Lana sucked on her sister's face again, getting any and all remaining cum.

"Sucking it out of him was like sucking it out of a hose turned on high," Claire continued. "All the cum I've swallowed in my life doesn't equal what he gave me tonight. And I want more."

"So do I," Lana said, and then she said something that gave Claire a long-overdue orgasm. ", My God, I love you."

Claire wanted to say it back, but the climax had her in its grasp. She shook and jolted and thrashed, her body snapping both inside and out as she came. A hot flush enveloped her, setting her blood afire and melting her spine. It took everything she had not to scream.

Lana gave her one last kiss before slipping down Claire's body as she climaxed. The cum on Claire's thighs and pussy smeared onto Lana as she moved down, coating her pussy, tummy, and her giant breasts with a layer of sticky sperm. By the time she got down there, most of the jizz on Claire had either been wiped onto Lana's body or worked into her skin, but Lana knew just where to find the mother lode. After a few teasing licks on Claire's wet clit, Lana just couldn't help herself and she shoved her tongue into her sister's hole.

She tasted the cum immediately, surprised by how warm it still was. She sucked at it, taking it between her lips and audibly gulping it down little by little. She was amazed at how much there was, even as a significant amount eluded her and smeared onto her chin. Claire was still going wild, not yet finished with her tremendous orgasm, and this only increased her pleasure. She bucked her hips against her sister's face, and tried to sound quiet not only so as not to alert the guys in the next room, but also because hearing Lana slurp the cum out of her pussy was so fucking erotic.

Claire's orgasm was finally subsiding when she felt Lana sliding back up her quickly. They got back in position to kiss, but when Claire took Lana's cum-streaked face in her hands and looked at her longingly just before the kiss, she noticed a strange expression, then knew instantly what it was. Lana hadn't swallowed all the cum--some she had kept, and she was going to deliver the very cum that had just been churning inside Claire's pussy into her very own mouth.

Claire devoured Lana's mouth, and the two girls swapped the load of warm, thick white jizz. Some of it dribbled out between their lips, but most stayed on their tongues, sliding back and forth, smearing and spreading, gradually making its way down their throats until all that remained was the taste on their tongues and smell on their breath. 

It wasn't until it was gone that Claire realized Lana had been climaxing through the entire kiss, and her body was still shaking. The girls rubbed their clits together, Lana going wild and straining not to scream as Claire was simply so overwhelmed she felt as if her whole body was one large erogenous zone. She didn't want to stop touching or moving or tasting, but eventually both girls found a stopping point in the form of exhaustion. They even fell asleep for a minute in each other's arms, the smell of men in the room now replaced by the scent of two very satisfied women.

Outside the room, the guys could be heard talking and watching TV. Both girls stiffened when, among the conversation, they distinctly heard Troy say, "I'm going to check on Claire and see if she's cleaned up yet."

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Claire, check out 'Lana and Claire Chare Cock Ch. 1,2', 'Only Thing Better Than a Big Cock', and 'Cum Bath'.

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Lana, check out 'Lana and Claire Share Cock Ch. 1, 2', and 'Only Thing Better Than a Big Cock'. 



Tongue Dreams



A smile creeps across my lips as your body collapses onto mine, both of our juices smeared between us. With a happy sigh you close your beautiful green eyes, wrapping your arms tightly around me. I take my hand and gently push your sweaty hair from your eyes, as you're lying on my chest. I still notice your body quivering from the events we just experienced, and how fatigued your legs must be from straddling my handcuffed body. Looking down at the sheets on my bed, they are covered with moistness from our passionate actions, bringing another wide smile to my face.

Having never experienced that type of teasing and pleasure, I know that I must do something to repay your generous efforts. As you lay resting against my body, I begin to slowly trace my fingers up and down the small of your back. Another sigh escapes your mouth, and that is when I notice that you are actually sleeping with your arms around me. I slowly get aroused from the feeling of this intimate moment. Surprising me, in your sleep you must feel my cock getting hard because you readjust yourself from my arms creating more room between us.

I hear a soft whimper as I separate myself from you, you reaching for me in your sleep. I move slowly away from you being careful not to wake you, moving my way down the moistened sheets towards the foot of my bed. I slowly un-tuck the sateen sheets from the bottom of the bed to allow me to stretch out without uncovering you as I position myself at your waist. The sweet smell of our lovemaking is strong between your legs as I slowly begin to kiss around your hips, softly enough not to wake you. 

I believe that my gentle intimacy is now in your dreams as you sigh and smile while you adjust your legs to give me a better access to your moistening pussy. I look up to make sure you are still asleep, and then begin to lick softly up your left inner thigh, my wet tongue tasting our dried juices against your soft, beautiful skin. A flick of my long tongue barely brushing your clit doesn't bring the response that I'm looking for, so I decide to bring my lips next to your the area between your legs. My hot breathe on your clit, as I inhale the sweet smell of your delicately shaved pussy. My lips then softly brush over your clit, and I notice a heavy sigh from you above. My arms positioned so I'm not touching you, I decide to then tease your moistening lips more. I take the length of my long tongue, and very slowly lick between your clit lengthwise from top to bottom. A moan escapes from you, making me pull away, not wanting to wake you. 

I wait a few minutes for you to drift back into a deeper sleep, and then begin to explore your pussy more. I slowly begin to stick my tongue past your outer lips, my hands gently holding your legs apart. With my long tongue entering deeper inside of you, I can then feel your newly forming wetness against my lips and against my cheeks. I have to reach down and adjust my hard cock, as it is nearly touching your leg. I try to be delicate, as I want you to experience as much of this as you can in your sleep. 

My nose begins to brush against your clit, and I notice your legs slowly opening up to allow me even better access. I look up to see if you have wakened from my efforts, but I can tell nothing except of the ever increasing cum exiting from your pussy onto my lips. I slowly take my tongue from your tight pussy, and begin to suck on your clit, your juices beginning to run down the length of my chin.

You begin to stir from my efforts, and my eagerness to please you is beginning to get the best of me. I slowly go back down and move my tongue back inside of you, slowly, and begin to create small circles with it against your inner walls. You begin to match my tongue movements with your hips, which then signals me that you may be awaking very soon. I gently place my hands against your hips, helping you coordinate my action with mine. A moan comes from your mouth that causes me to look up. I notice you have awakened, and your mouth is open realizing it just wasn't a wonderful dream. I look down again, to concentrate my efforts on you, this time your hips consciously pressing against my hot mouth with a purpose. 

My entire face is dripping now from how wet you have gotten. Your moans increase as you press harder into my face with every hip thrust. I take one hand from your hip, and begin to massage your clit as in small circles as fast as I can. The feeling of my tongue inside of your tight pussy makes me want to please you so much! The hair around my face is now extremely wet from your excitement. A moan that I've never heard before startles me as I notice your back arching. I remove my tongue from your pussy and begin to suck on your clit as I place two fingers in your tight hole. This makes you suddenly surge into my hand and my face. 

At first I pull my fingers in and out of you at a gentle pace, slowly growing at a gentle pace. I look up again, and your eyes are closed in extreme pleasure, your moans getting louder with every press against my fingers. I reach up with my free hand, and begin to pinch one of your hardening nipples. This feeling of 3 pleasures at once suddenly causes a scream of ecstasy! Your legs clench against my cheeks and I then place my tongue back inside your tight pussy. Feeling your inner muscles tense I know you are near, causing me to reach and grab both of your hands, pulling you tightly against my face. 

With the nearing of an orgasm, the sudden closeness of our hands together along with my tongue deeply pressing into you is enough to make your hips buck! Your legs clench onto my face with a vise-like grip, and I can barely hear the scream that erupts from your mouth as you violently gyrate against my face! I press as deep as I can into you, wiggling my tongue as much as I can as I feel you flow freely against my face your pussy muscles tensing around my tongue, dripping abnormal amounts of fluid onto my face and onto my sheets!

Your legs begin to relax, and at that moment I look up to your beautiful green eyes. Drips of sweat are running down your forehead as you pull me up close to your face. Kissing slowly around my lips, tasting yourself on my lips, my hard cock once again between your legs. Our lips interlock, with you pulling my tongue into your mouth in a passionate kiss. My hair is damp from your cum, as well as my sheets are now extremely wet. You look at me with a tender look in your eyes, causing me to think what's going on in that mind of yours...



Tongue-Fucking Among...



Chapter 1

When you are ready in the bathroom, just let me know and I will go and hug you so you can see me kissing you in the mirror...thrilling, isn't it!

A few nice juicy kisses like you are found of and the heat is on...

"Are you wet?" I said and you answered "I do not know! Can you help me to find out?" So together we each took one finger and went down...together close to your cunt and slowly with passion, we slid our fingers inside your pussy...super wet by now...and you added" Why don't you taste my juice from our fingers?

I could not say no in front of that beautiful picture in the mirror of two wet fingers going into my mouth for a good tasting session...Wowwwwwwww!! What a heavenly taste!!

So good, that I asked for more...and you answered:" Help yourself!" 

So I decided to go all the way... I asked you to turn around, look at the mirror, bend forward with your legs just open enough for me to offer you a quickie...I grab my cock and slide it inside your wet cunt...to our delight...just for a few thrusts...enough to get my dick all wet from your juice, so then I pull back, then sit on the counter and I invite you to give a little suck of my dick, then we kiss with passion, mixing all our juices in our mouth.,...very erotic and certainly exciting...And I know you like that too...

So by now both are quite hot and we can feel the excitement growing all over...

Sa Babe, why don't we go and sit in the sofa... time to get closer and closer...so now you sit on the left side of the sofa, in kind of a relaxing pose with one foot on the floor and the other on top of the back side of the sofa... so quite a nice and erotic picture...with your legs wide open, enough to let me see your pussy with soft and timid lips... 

I sit next to you and start to kiss you on your lips where our tongues start to meld for quite a long time... waiting for our next move...

By now our bodies are hot and ready for a lot of excitement...

So what will be next??

I start to leave your tongue and your lips to get mine going down along your neck and with a long stop around your breasts...caressing...kissing...licking...biting...sucking...what ever turns you on...and I know everything I am doing to your nice breasts pleases you and I can even feel your tension for me to work on your nipples ready for a nice flirt, time for more excitement...I can see now your nipples getting harder and more excited...and you start to moan in the same time...I realize that you are in heaven now...your nipples are getting so excited...I can see it, I can feel it...a beauty...

But I do not intend to stop there so I keep on licking your skin all over to reach down around your pussy...

A pussy waiting for very special attention, some erotic hot moments aroused by smooth and exciting moves... 

So Babe here I come...I start caressing your inner thighs with my fingers followed by my tongue looking vividly for something exciting to suck...

So my tongue, while my fingers were allover your legs, is flirting with the space between your legs...with once in a awhile a soft wet touch on your pubic hair...enough touch to drive you crazy and trigger some moaning...that will please me and excite me to go for more...

So by now my tongue is allover between your legs with nice warm caresses with my two hands...I really want you to feel me allover you...I want you to feel super nicely treated and to get full attention from your lover who wants to fuck you badly... 

At one point I can feel your hands reaching the top of my head and pushing it towards your pussy...Babe...you can not wait...you want me to go down to your pussy...the wait is getting to tense...you just want me to eat your pussy...and now...and good...

Chapter 2

What can I say?? What can I do?? Nothing except to make the right move...

So gently I move my head down towards your pussy...and start licking your skin all around with a few stops by your pubic hair...I can smell the juice around inside your outer lips...a wonderful pussy just waiting for very special attention, so Babe, here I come...my tongue bit by bit starts moving directly to your pussy and every time my tongue goes by, I start to press a little bit harder..., your moaning tells me you are anxious to be fucked with my hungry tongue,... I feel the heat around your pussy, I feel your juice coming out, I feel you are getting super wet and you even tend to push your pussy towards my mouth just like you want to tell me to go directly inside your pussy with my tongue...so eager to fuck this wild pussy...

So still going by, with, once in a while, licking your wet hair and licking your tights...then back to your pussy with now my tongue searching for your clit that by now is getting hard and waiting for a good lick and a great suck...

My tongue with some help of my fingers moving your nice lips finds your clit...a special treat for...both... a nice lick that triggers some moaning and some moves of yours...but you seem like asking for me...a few more licking, and kissing and now a good suck...wowwww, now your clit is super hard, red and so sensitive...just wait for attention...so more licking, more kissing and more sucking...and of course now I have to go inside your pussy so wet and really inviting...

My tongue goes directly inside your wet pussy licking your lips, both, for your great pleasure...I can tell...your are in heaven...me between your legs, fucking your pussy with my tongue...Your body is super hot and full of excitement...

While still tongue fucking, my finger,, one, two and even three and helping my tongue in order to give you the very best...Now my tongue is playing inside your pussy with three of my fingers... Heaven for a while...keep it up...Babe...I will not stop for a while...

The excitement is so high that I can see your ass starting to tremble maybe of excitement...because by now you're your butt & pussy are in heat...I could fuck you now to make you reach your high orgasm...

But I am also keen of looking after your ass, and I know when I do touch your ass, you seem to get super excited... so with your pussy so wet and my fingers also wet from your juice, I do slide one finger towards your ass pink rose...and start to caress your ass all around and I really feel your ass is getting hot and excited and seems to be ready for some kind of nice easy fucking...and why not...you love it so... I let my wet finger starting pressing of your star with a nice soft movement...all wet, slippery, sometimes with a little pressure...and I can see now your ass is relaxed and just waiting to be fucked with my finger...but, when it's done, a second finger will join the fun and now with my mouth still on your wet pussy and my tongue flirting you're your lips and your clit, I am fucking your ass with two fingers... Your rosebud is quite happy... wowwww...another treat...I can feel you really enjoy the ride...and what a ride Babe!!

I love to fuck you Babe...because I love you!!

Chapter 3

Now I feel your hand pulling my hair, maybe time to have a rest from a so busy time down between your legs...and maybe you wish to do some nice treatment with me...so you ask me to take place and lay down on the sofa with my legs apart, just like you did for me...

And as soon as I am comfortable on my back, you start to explore my body with plenty of kisses and end up around my dick, hard and erected, just waiting for some care and attention...so Babe now you are around me, all over me and starting to kiss my dick...with your hands playing around my balls with some fingers even sliding to my ass...

And the kissing goes on, the licking too, the sucking also...now I see you have my dick inside your mouth and you seem to enjoy the play...

It seems that both are quite aroused with all these exciting moves, so special attention, so special love...

Wow...........

I can feel some pre-cum getting on top of the head of my hard dick...that you hurry up to get with your fingers and to give it to me inside my mouth...you want me to taste my pre-cum...and why not?? And I then turn around and kiss you on your hot lips so you can share the taste of my pre-cum, juice for you & I...wowwwwwwwww...

Chapter 4

Now you like to lay down on the bed...to relax, to feel my skin against yours, to kiss me deeply...a peaceful erotic picture, both naked one against each other...with already plenty of joy and passion and love...

But soon, your desires to have me inside you and to give you a hard and deep fuck are quite present and you feel like moving towards this idea and that high feeling you have for quite a while now...but I also feel the same way, I am so excited with all this great erotic foreplay that it's hard to keep on waiting before I can explode inside your wet pussy...but I am with you, I want to stay with you and even I like to decide on moves, I feel so at peace I like to let you make the move you feel like doing...

One move I can feel is you deciding to open your legs wide for me, a beautiful invitation to make love to you...and why not...

So you on your back with your legs wide open, I accept the invitation and lay on top of you with my legs between yours and of course I can feel my dick on your skin so close to your pussy in fire waiting for a nice ride...

Babe you are super hot today...

Do you really want me to fuck you now? Do you feel you would like me to get you more excitement even before your final orgasm? I can tell your body is getting so hot and I feel your body wants me, your body needs me now??

So Babe, let's move on...if you love me to do you on top of you, it will be that way...

Even I love to have you from behind, so I can see your nice butt and also I can fuck you with my dick inside your hot pussy but also I can screw your ass with some of my fingers...a good ass fucking always seems to please you...but in any case, ,,,now you are waiting with your legs wide open and I am enjoying to be on top of you...and my body starts to move to get you going...and also...to give the chance to my hard dick to find your pussy (very easy to find being so hot and so wet...)...and in the same time my lips fin yours and kissing is giving the beat of this encounter...

Babe...now I can feel my dick moving really close to your pussy and you even make the right move to adjust the center of the target...you seem to move your pussy just against my hard dick...nice feeling...

Now I have to move up & down to get my dick helping to find your wet lips and meet your pussy...waiting for a good one...Babe I am now there...my dick is touching your wet lips...a little pressure...and I can feel my dick sliding very slowly inside your inner lips and even more pressure and now Babe...my dick is inside your pussy... a wet and hot garden full of love juice, full of great intention...a sign of love...

I can feel your whole body relaxing with a few moaning...Nice great feeling to be inside you......We are still kissing deeply while I am inside you, a very warm and juicy nest where I could stay for a while...

A while...special time...great time.... wowwwww...



Tongue Lashing



I never should have done it in the first place. I knew that it was totally wrong to be doing something like that with my sister behind my brother's back. Lisa had been begging me to do it with her since I told her about it a few months earlier.

She said that she'd asked Robert if he'd do it and he had gotten disgusted and told her that he'd never do something so dirty. It got to a point where she had been calling and emailing me three or four times every day to ask me to do it with her.

Out of frustration I finally gave in. I had a day off of work when Robert was working so I went over to their house and I did it.

Lisa loved every second of it. As soon as we'd finished she asked me when we could do it again. I tried to tell her that it had been a one time thing and that it was over. She wouldn't accept that. Her calls and emails intensified until I was having a hard time getting any work done because of all the calls and emails.

Robert plays golf every Saturday morning so to get Lisa to stop bothering me I told her that I would come over Saturday mornings after Robert had left and we could do it for 2 hours and be done before he got home.

For a few weeks it went like that. Lisa loved it, I enjoyed it, but I felt terrible to be doing that to my brother.

I finally told her that we had to stop. The calls and the emails started again. For two months I held firm and ignored her, but it got to a point where I had to bring an end to the situation.

On a Wednesday at lunch time I walked into Robert's law office. He was walking a client out so he saw me as I walked in.

"John, glad to see you, what can I do for you?" Robert asked.

"I was hoping I could buy you lunch and we could talk." I said.

"Sure John. Rachel, I'm taking lunch, if anyone calls take a message and tell them I'll get back to them after 1:00." Robert said.

Robert and I went down the street to a quiet little diner and ordered our food.

"Okay John, what's up?" Robert asked.

"Has Lisa been any different lately?" I asked.

"Well yeah, she's been all excited about the new furniture. She's wanted to redo the living room for a long time." Robert said.

"No I mean has she been different in the bedroom?" I asked.

"Well, she has been pretty frisky lately if that's what you mean." Robert said.

"Has she asked you for anything different in the bedroom?" I asked.

"No, it's the same old stuff, she just wants more and she wants to have sex more frequently. She's been that way for a couple of months." Robert said.

The waitress brought our food.

"So she hasn't been asking for anything other than what you two normally do?" I asked.

"Nope. The only thing that's been different is that she wants sex a lot more often. I don't know what brought it on, but she's wearing me out. You obviously are building up to something so just skip all the preliminaries and just tell me." Robert said. 

"Okay. Over the past several months Lisa has been repeatedly asking me to come over and do something for her." I said.

"I assume you mean something sexual." Robert said.

"Yes, I do. Do you remember what you said Lisa had asked you to do several months ago that you thought was gross?" I asked.

Robert thought for a minute, then his eyes went wide.

"You mean the part with her...?" Robert asked.

"Yes. That's what she's been asking me to do." I said.

"And what have you told her?" Robert asked.

"Robert, I'm sorry, but several times I did say yes. She begged me until I did it the first time. I told her it was a one time thing, but she kept begging and begging and I gave in. We met every Saturday while you were golfing for a while, but I stopped it two months ago. She's been calling and emailing me non-stop begging me to do it again." I said.

"John...I don't really know what to say right now." Robert said.

"I know this can't be easy for you to hear right now Robert. From the way she keeps begging me; it's obvious to me that she really wants more of that." I said.

"Don't even think about it." Robert said.

"I'm not. The reason I wanted to talk to you was to try to convince you to do it for her." I said.

"Are you nuts? I'm not gonna do that." Robert said.

"Robert, from the way she's sounded on the phone she really wants it. She sounded really eager for it this morning when she called me at work. I'm not sure how much longer she'll try to convince me before she starts looking for someone else, but I've got a real strong feeling that if she has to she will go looking for someone to do that for her." I said.

"Go outside our marriage just for that?" Robert asked.

"You weren't there Robert. You didn't see the way she reacted to it. She loved it. She had 3 orgasms the first time." I said.

"Three? From that?" Robert asked.

"Yes. I'm telling you this because you're my brother and because this is my fault. If I hadn't agreed to do that for her we wouldn't be where we're at. I know that it isn't something that you want to do, but if you want to keep Lisa from straying you might just have to learn a new skill to keep her happy." I said.

"And you're fairly certain that she'll try to find someone else to do this if I don't do something?" Robert asked.

"I've got some experience with desperate lovers, she's cracking. Either we do something now or it's only a matter of time before she takes things into her own hands." I said.

"We? You're going to help me?" Robert asked.

"Yes. Like I said it's my fault. Besides, I already have a plan. That is if you're willing to bite the bullet and do it." I said.

"Well the other alternative is worse than this one, so what's your plan?" Robert asked.

"You call Lisa and tell her that you have to work late or have a dinner meeting or something. Some reason that she'll believe for you being late. Then late this afternoon I'll call her and tell her that I've changed my mind and ask her if she can meet me at my house. She'll think you won't be home for hours so she'll rush right over to meet me. I'll tell her that I want to tie her up and blindfold her while I do it. She'll agree because she told me that if I did it for her I could do whatever I wanted to her. Once she's tied up and blindfolded you come out of the closet where you've been hiding, do it; then take the blindfold off of her. What do you think?" I asked.

"She really said you could do anything you wanted to her?" Robert asked.

"Yes; but that's only because she enjoys this so much. Once you show her that you're willing and able to do this for her she'll forget all about me." I said.

"Okay. I guess the sooner I call her the better right? So I'd better get back to the office. What time should I come over to your house?" Robert asked.

"I'll have her come at 5:00 so if you can be there at 4:00 or so it would be great. And park a few blocks away so she doesn't see your car." I said.

"Right." Robert said.

I got to my house a little before Robert did. He set up a chair in my closet so he could hide easily. When we had everything ready I had Robert be quiet while I dialed Robert and Lisa's home number.

"Hello?" Lisa asked.

"Lisa, it's John." I said.

"John, I was hoping you'd call. Have you changed your mind?" Lisa asked.

"Yes I have. Do you know what Robert's schedule is so we can work out a time to meet?" I asked.

"As luck would have it he called me right after lunch and said he has a late meeting with an important client and told me that I shouldn't wait up." Lisa said.

"Well, then I'd say it's our lucky day. Just in case he gets home before we're done you'd probably better come over here so that you can be coming back from somewhere yourself if he beats you home." I said.

"Good idea. I'll be right over." Lisa said.

We hung up.

"Well, she's on her way. When she gets over here she's probably gonna be pretty frisky. I might have to play along with her a little bit before we get into the bedroom." I said.

"Just don't play too much. My goal is to keep her from straying not help it happen." Robert said.

Robert went and hid in the closet. A few minutes later I heard a knock at the door. Lisa jumped into my arms as soon as I opened the door.

"Easy, somebody might see us." I said.

I closed the door and locked it. Lisa spun me around and kissed me.

"You don't know how long I've been dreaming of this." Lisa said.

"Well, I'd say that it's probably been about 2 months; that's how long you've been begging me to do this again." I said.

"Oh yeah." Lisa said.

"Well you're here for one reason so let's just get too it." I said.

"Ooh, ready to just jump in are we?" Lisa asked.

"Yep. Though I do have some special requests." I said.

"Such as?" Lisa asked.

"I'd like you to be blindfolded and tied up." I said.

"Ooh, somebody's getting kinky on me. I'm game. Let's go." Lisa said.

Lisa took her clothes off, got on the bed with her ass up in the air and her face down on the bed. I've used ropes before so I had some handy and knew how to tie them. I tied Lisa's arms together and tied them between her thighs so that all 4 of her limbs were tied together and she was unable to move from the position she was in.

I'm also the owner of some blindfold/masks that are much more effective than a simple handkerchief tied around the head. I outfitted Lisa with one that covers the eyes and the whole face but has nose holes for breathing and a kind of wire cage over the mouth that allows the person wearing it to speak, but they can't see a thing. Then I pulled out one more little toy that would make this whole thing easier.

"Lisa, I'm going to put some earphones on you. They'll keep you from hearing what's going on. It's supposed to make what you feel that much more intense because it removes all sounds so you can concentrate completely on what you feel." I said.

"That sounds great." Lisa said.

I put the head phones on her.

"Lisa, if you can hear me say something. Lisa if you want me to do this and you can hear me, say something." I said.

I got no response so I knew she couldn't hear anything. Just in case I walked over to the closet and opened the door quietly.

"John? Where are you? Why are you teasing me like this? I can't see you, I can't hear you, and you tease me like this? Please, I need it." Lisa said.

"She can't hear anything?" Robert asked.

"Nope. She's all yours." I said.

"What exactly do I do?" Robert asked.

"You tease her asshole with your tongue by flicking it. You move your tongue around it; you push your tongue into it a little bit..." I said.

"Into it?" Robert asked.

"Yeah. Trust me; it's not as bad as you think. Oh, you can spend some time on her pussy too, she'll expect that, but if you rub her clit with your thumb and lick her asshole for about an hour she'll never think of anyone else but you again." I said.

"An hour?" Robert asked.

"Yep. I'll be out front watching a movie if you need anything." I said.

"Okay." Robert said.

"Hey, relax, you'll do fine." I said.

I gave Robert a pat on the back and walked out into my living room, popped in a DVD and cracked open a beer.

For the next hour and a half I heard Lisa moaning, panting, and calling my name begging for more. I kind of felt bad about that part since she was calling my name when her husband Robert was the one with her, but there wasn't anything I could do about it.

After an hour and a half the sounds stopped so I walked down the hall to check on them.

"Oh hey, I was just about to take off the headphones and blindfold. I had an idea about it though. How about we're both here when I do?" Robert asked.

"If that's what you want." I said.

Robert turned Lisa over so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Get the chair out of the closet and sit down. When I take the headphones say something to her. She'll be able to tell that you're away from the bed so ask her if she liked what your friend did." Robert said.

I laughed.

"This should be good." I said.

I grabbed the chair and put it a good distance from the bed. Robert removed the headphones.

"So Lisa, did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"John? You sound pretty far away. How did you take the headphones off?" Lisa asked.

"I didn't. My friend did." I said.

"Friend? You mean someone else was here?" Lisa asked.

She sounded mortified.

"Of course. You didn't think I'd keep something like this to myself did you? Besides you seemed to enjoy what he did to you. Though I'm sure it hurt his feelings when you called my name." I said.

"You mean it wasn't you, it was...?" Lisa asked.

"Yep. Once I had you all tied up he took over." I said.

"Oh God, what have I done?" Lisa asked.

"Well I don't think it's a matter of what you did, but what you're going to do next." I said.

"What do you mean?" Lisa asked.

"Well after what my friend did for you the least you can do is give him a blowjob." I said.

"No John, no I can't." Lisa said.

"Oh yes you can. Go ahead; take that mask off of her so you can get into her mouth." I said.

Robert removed the mask and Lisa tilted her head down in shame and clamped her eyes shut.

"Lisa, this man just pleasured you for an hour and a half and you won't even look him in the face? Look at him Lisa, please." I said.

Slowly Lisa turned her head up and opened her eyes.

"Robert?" Lisa asked.

"Surprise." Robert said.

"Robert, what are you...did you...were you the one?" Lisa asked.

"Yes, that was me. John told me that you'd called him repeatedly asking him to do that for you again. He said that it seemed like it was something that you weren't going to give up easily so either I'd have to do it for you or risk that you'd find someone else that would. I chose the better of the two options." Robert said.

"John, you set this up?" Lisa asked.

"Yep. You sounded more and more desperate each time you called and when I got that call this morning you sounded like you were just about to give up on me and go looking for someone else. So I went to Robert and told him about the phone calls and we worked up this little plan. Now you've got a husband that's willing to take care of things for you and from the sound of things he's pretty good at it." I said.

"That was really you Robert?" Lisa asked.

"Yes it was. Which reminds me John, have you got any mouthwash?" Robert asked.

"In the bathroom." I said.

Robert went into the bathroom.

"Could you untie me please?" Lisa asked.

"I don't know. What do you think Robert? Should we untie her?" I asked.

"Well it might be fun to keep her like that for a while, but I think I want to take her home and collect on that blowjob you said she owes me." Robert said.

I untied Lisa and Robert picked up her clothes and handed them to her as she got dressed. I walked them to the door, but before stepping outside Robert grabbed my arm.

"I owe you a big one for this." Robert said.

"That goes double for me." Lisa said.

"I'm glad I could help, but you two are gonna have to start taking care of your own problems, helping the two of you is really taking a lot out of me." I said.

We all laughed and they left.



Tongue Lashing of a Lifetime



Having disposed of our clothes and rushed through the preliminaries, I bury my face in your sex. It's hot, sweet and very musky smelling - a sure sign that you're fertile tonight. Slowly licking the place where thighs, labia majora and taint come together, I move in to your swollen outer lips and tease them with lazy figure 8's up & down the sides, then across your glistening slit - avoiding any pink including your overly swollen clitoris. I take the edge of your right labia gently in my lips and roughly lick the very edge of the pink. I suck the whole lip into my mouth abruptly and suck hard until it's plump and sensitive (occasionally letting my tongue flash rudely over your clit), finally pulling it out of my mouth with a firm tug. I do the same for your left lip, before moving on to running nice slow circles all around the perimeter of your pink. 

Stretching your wet pink lips open (still avoiding your burning clit), I rudely jam my tongue deep in your hole swirling it around the inner walls, paying extra attention to your salty pee hole. I slowly lick you up and down from the very edge of your G-spot, over your pee hole, and finally to the very base of your clit, giving it a firm little nudge each time. I manage to avoid your bucking, your desperate attempt to get my mouth on your fiery clit. When I get back to your sensitive piss slit, I run tiny circles around it with my rough tongue, then angrily flick it across the all too sensitive opening. You jump, and I drink the few rouge drops of your urine you pass. With your pee hole nicely sensitized, I slither my sandpaper tongue back up to your angry clit. I run w-i-I-i=-I-de sl-o-o-o-w circles around it, going deep up into your upper folds and pausing at the bottom of it each time. I run my tongue firmly around the base of you clit (still deliberately avoiding the shaft and tip) and enjoy your deep moans of desire - your begging for more. I continue to run my tongue around and around, flicking it rudely twice across the tip, then completely around the sides, pressing deeply into the root & base. 

Your first orgasm catches me by surprise and I have to fight your convulsing body to maintain the rhythm that got you here to begin with. As the waves of pleasure begin to ebb, I slow down my attack on your clitoris. I continue gentle random patterns on your clit and the surrounding area, allowing you time to catch your breath. Tenderly, I take your enraged clit completely in my lips and slowly circle the tip. Firmly sucking it into my mouth and pausing for a bit only to suck it hard and deep, swelling it and sensitizing it further. 

I resume licking, now using my *whole* tongue violently on the entire bud. Over the edge again, this time without any warning, your back is arched, you're gasping for breath, and have my head locked firmly between your legs. This orgasm blends right into your next one and this time I'm treated to a small gush of your hot sweet lady cum. I drink down what I can catch, and run my tongue down and around your already inflamed pee hole seeking every drop. I grind my nose into your clit while my tongue is busy down South, further working your urethral meatus in a strangely erotic way. 

As things settle a little, I get busy back on your clit. This time I'm sucking it harder, running my tongue around the base and fully de-hooding it - a rare treat for any woman. This seldom exposed area (an area rarely even seen by a washcloth in most women) is often glued together with thick yeast-like smegma. I clean you thoroughly with my tongue, savoring the taste of the repulsive substance. I gently slide my teeth down it's shaft, using them to push the hood tissues further away, then allowing me to suck it totally free from it's hoodly prison. This blows your mind and after some serious teasing, sends you violently into your next orgasm. It's one of the most intense ever as evidenced by the urine mixed in with your sweet lady nectar, which I still greedily accept. I slide my hands up your sides to your warm quivering breasts and firmly squeeze your nipples; I know you're deep orgasm - there's no reaction even when I dig my razor sharp fingernails cruelly deep into your nipple flesh. More than a mouthful, I swallow all I can - rubbing my nose deep against your clitty in my tongue's absence. My tongue is busy flicking across your jetting meatus; this makes my hardness ache and drool precum. 

Orgasm subsided, I gently slide 2 fingers into your warm slippery love hole, finding and teasing your G-spot and tender cervix. I firmly rub your engorged G-spot in a beckoning rubbing motion with one finger, and run tender circles around your cervix with the other. As your next orgasm starts to build, you bask in the mind-reeling sensations of G-spot and those erotic sweet, vague, rhythmic cervical cramps; building and building... This climax is taking a while longer (a sign you're getting tired or going to cum 'til it squirts out of your ears) but when it comes, you almost breaks my fingers and drown me! Holy fucking shit!! You're bucking like a wild bronco, yelling some of the filthiest things ever at the top of your lungs, your vice like legs crushing my ears and drawing my face deeper into your throbbing, overheated sex. Unleashing the entire contents of you bladder in my face, I'm powerless to move down to accept your golden nectar directly so I savor what I can in my mouth, nose and eyes. The burning in my eyes is so erotic it makes my cock twitch, releasing [read:wasting] even more precum on the sheets. 

As much as I want to keep going, pleasuring you in ways no other man can, when things begin to wind down, you try to push my head away croaking out a hoarse "Please [gasp, gasp], stop [gasp], STOOOOOOP --I need a brea-breaaak, pleeEeEeAsE"!!! I reluctantly pull away and sit up to inspect the damage, continuing to gently rub your pubic mound. You pull me up to your face for a kiss; tasting your juices in my mouth mixed with my saliva. My rock hard penis rests against your raw overheated sex. God it's *so* fucking tempting! Baby tonight maybe?......



Tongue Lashings



"Sharleen, you have three seconds to strip, lay naked before me, or... I will rip these clothes from your flesh." Joss explained calmly. His almond eyes flickered with power, the power he has over me.

"What of my story Joss? Don't you like it?" I asked. I was right in the middle of reading an erotic tale of a master slave relationship aloud to him.

"Oh I enjoy your story. One." He said low, demanding crossing his arms against the bare muscles of his hairless chest. I set the book aside marking my page and pulled my blue jeans and black panties off. I knew he really would rip it all off of me. My struggling would only encourage him to rip the material from me.

"Two."

I slid my black shirt and bra over my head. Brown hair flung to my bare shoulders. Joss smiled and said "Three." as he spread my legs apart. I of course resisted now that my clothes were gone. I couldn't possibly allow him him to believe I would just cave to all of his demands. Besides It's not much fun without foreplay and he like my disobedience at times.

"How am I supposed to read if you are doing that?" I semi whimpered looking up from the rim of my glasses, pressing my legs together harder as his strong hands only half attempted to bring my knees apart.

"Practice." He replied a sly grin played a crossed his face. His eyes twinkled. Was it anticipation? Or just what he knew he could do to me? "Keep reading" Joss bent down low kissing my inner thigh. I let one leg fall slightly open. After all I did enjoy his lips. I proceeded to read the story aloud. It was a tale of spanking. I don't much care for spankings, it was more the power the man had over the woman in test. She wanted to try spanking. What the girl didn't realize was that her husband/master aloud a friend to do it in front of four other guests at a dinner party.

Oh that feels nice. When did Joss get there? I hesitated several times attempting not to concentrate on his tongue lashings to my sensitive clit. I had to be stronger and keep my mind off... oh but I can't help liking the soft velvet whip he used to torment me, lapping away with such ease and eagerness. I read a few more lines aloud concentrating harder on every word which blurred with every passing stroke of his slick tongue. I looked at the words on the page. Where was I? Oh there. I can handle this, look only a few short paragraphs left. Mmm...... that's really good.

I finally finished and let my legs spread as far open as possible and still I wanted them further apart. I watched his head move gently between my legs. Listened to the sound of his generous lashings, then closed my eyes in pleasure. No real words needed to be said between us. Just reactions. Hip movements up and down. His hands held me firmly only adding to my pleasure. I was teetering on the edge. The soft pressure building gently up swaying soft groans from my lips.

The tightness in the pit of my stomach caught my breath. I was so close. I held my breath to increase the tension of my sweet bud. I concentrated solely on the lapping of my clit. Damn my legs for not spreading wider! So close, I'm just on the verge of tipping into total ecstasy. H switched positions. What? Wait! He needs to go back. I opened my eyes partway. He was half watching half concentrating.

"Oh right there." I said gruffly. It only took three strokes and heat welled up inside me. My breath came faster, my scent was all around me, musky. I'm so close. My own juices slid down the left side cheek of my ass.

"That's it." I squeezed his hand and held my breath again. I came so close-I could feel the first spasms. My clit throbbed in anticipation. My hands clung to him and the bed sheet. My legs spread so far they hurt. Again he switched position.

"Oh." I whimpered. What was he trying to do to me? Drive me insane? I let my breath out slow, but it came back in a gasp. My clit pounded so hard. My legs shook from the pleasure. I wanted him to get me off with his tongue. That sweet, soft, slick morsel protruding from his soft full lips. Again he hit my sweet spot. I arched in retaliation. Lash after exquisite lash he brought me closer to the awaited climax.

My legs shook uncontrolled. I glanced at him briefly. He was watching my reactions, that only made it harder for me to control anything. My only thought lie on the throbbing between my legs and the soft laps driving me so close to a common goal. Orgasm. I felt the swell of my vaginal lips. I was tormented twice already. I wanted to cum so bad I could taste it. I felt the heat everywhere-from my bare toes up to my hard nipples.

I knew it wasn't hard for him to tell how close I truly was. He took charge of my hips with his hands and demanded they follow his lead back and forth. He lashed and licked pleading with my clit. I was right there. The spasms began, my legs gave out, all my muscles tensed in anticipation. Yet for a third time he switched positions! This time sitting up. I wanted to scream, pull his head back down, and demand he finished what he started. I unclenched my fists and tried to control my breathing. I concentrated on the rise and fall of my chest. My skin looked flushed. My nipples protruded from small mounds. I wanted to cum so badly. Joss watched me regain my composure. At least all but my shaking legs.

"I want to watch you fuck yourself." Was all that came from lips moistened with my juices. I slid out my favorite toy. A pink rabbit. I got up, washed it, then slinked back into bed.

"Would you like me to keep my eyes open? I asked as I slid the vibrator into my wet pussy. I felt it move slowly between my thighs. I adjusted the vibrations to mid level. It felt incredible to have something penetrate me.

"Yes, and tell me when you get close to cumming Sharleen."

"Alright." It didn't take me long after the whipping my clit had just experienced. "I'm really close Joss." I said softly watching his eyes. I had to pull the vibrator away for a few seconds or I'd cum right then. Before I knew it, he had his bulging dick whipped out before my lips. I closed my eyes and aloud him entry to my waiting, wanting mouth. Almost the instant his head became fully submerged between my lips, I pushed the vibrator in hard and deep then turned it full force. I came hard and unexpectedly. Every spasm was strong and wanting more. My muscles tightened around the play-toy-my mouth full of cock only intensified the feeling. He thrust in and out of my wet mouth until every spasm had ceased. It was a glorious night, One I will remember for a lifetime.



Tongue Tail



Once upon a time, there was a magical shower head. The thing was super adjustable, the water pressure just right, and I was able to dial in a concentrated, pulsing stream; one which, when I faced away on hands and knees and arched my back just so, perfectly targeted my tight, tawny, nineteen-year-old bullseye, pummeling me into steamy, protracted spasms of anal bliss. That's right; Orgasms....Anal....Hands-free. I'd sought this kind of thing, come to crave it quite honestly, especially when I went too long without it. The release was fantastic and necessary, even if it did pale compared to being with him. 

It's true that I'd long been aware of the sensitivity of that place. But I can't lie; it was Barry, the year before, who had opened me to a whole new universe of erotic possibility, revealing just how truly responsive I was, and how incredibly receptive I could be in that "seat of pleasure." No surprise then, that I was usually thinking of him when I got off that way.

He was a bit older, really good-looking -- slim, smooth, olive-skinned, clean (though seldom clean-shaved), a talented musician type -- and I'd agreed to let him handle my cock back then. Before that we were casual friends at most, but we had music as a common bond, and he was a cool guy to hang out with. He seemed quite into girls (and they into him), and I was for sure, though I was rather shy and my experience was limited. I'll admit it shocked me -- after one beer-soaked, bar-hopping evening -- when he awakened me on his couch and practically begged to "just see and touch it....it'll be great, I promise," and adding that he'd even pay me if I'd let him.

We'd been so drunk earlier, with his proposition coming so completely out of left field, that I couldn't be sure it was real, but I shook off my own fog enough to roll over and tell him to leave me alone, NOW! But I didn't forget. I didn't know if he'd meant it, either about the act or the cash. But I found my mind wandering back to it in the days that followed. I didn't think I'd imagined it. I wondered if he even remembered, because honestly, I couldn't detect the slightest weirdness or embarrassment when I saw him. On the other hand there weren't too many times when it was just the two of us alone either. That kind of opportunity didn't really present itself until a week or so had passed, and then it was I who broached the topic. 

I don't know what I'd been hoping for, but surely it wasn't the sort of stammered half-apology that came forth. I guess I was looking for clarification (and perhaps a more clear-eyed re-statement of the offer). Instead he confessed that he did indeed remember saying something, but then cooly explained that his tongue sometimes got away from him when he drank too much. As if that put paid to the whole thing. There was an awkward pause, during which each of us seemed speechless, so I scrambled to steer the conversation elsewhere, at least as embarrassed as he, and that's when he stopped me. 

"Wait," he smiled a little, his eyes searching for mine. "So.....were you -- are you -- interested, or.....?," he asked tentatively, voice trailing off. I looked down as my stomach turned a nervous/excited flip, for we were both completely sober now. This was it. My heart was pounding as I swallowed and took a deep breath to settle myself. I looked up, meeting his grey eyes, and nodded. There was no mention of cash either. I was curious myself, you see. And so it began.

When the time came he wanted to undress me, and I let him. He went slowly. He seemed to want to discover my body, but not all at once. Once he'd finally touched me it wasn't very long at all before I was in his mouth. It's true his talented hands had felt great on me, but I knew I'd go right along if he wanted to do more, and he did. 

Plus, when he asked if he could "taste" me, "please," (his exact words), it was with such sweet earnestness that I doubt I would have resisted even if I'd wanted to, and I didn't want to. That felt really good, too. I'd have been willing to bet he'd done it before. But even though I enjoyed the sensations, and maybe even got a bigger buzz just from watching this handsome guy treat me like his popsicle, my cock seemed, at best, ambivalent. 

I couldn't seem to get completely hard; you see, my thing is rather fat, and while it did thicken up readily enough from his attentions, it wouldn't lengthen properly – a full erection would put me a tiny fraction over seven inches – and I don't know that I was ever sporting much more than 2/3 of that. I was a little disappointed in myself for the non-showing. 

He proclaimed it a "beauty" nonetheless, and it's true that even in that state it posed a proper, albeit manageable, mouthful for him. He had great lips, and seeing the wide-stretched "O" they formed around my girth, watching him glide up and down, well, I have to admit it was a pretty amazing sight. Even beautiful, I suppose.

Certainly he looked to have plenty to occupy him and seemed to be enjoying it all immensely, really going slow with lots of eye contact, balancing me on his nose, pausing to kiss up and down the length of my underside, tickling my ball sac with his tongue, which I noticed was unusually long and very flexible. Sometimes he went a long way, taking most of my length, once even planting his nose deep in my dusty pubic hair, easing back just a fraction, then looking up at me and holding that position for long, dreamy seconds while we simply gazed at each other. Unreal. This was getting very personal. I had to lean back and steady myself against the cabinet at that point. 

I'd had three experiences with girls down there and, while exciting and pleasurable in their way, each instance had taken place in dark or dimly lit situations, partially clothed, and had been furtive, rushed, fumbling, and incomplete. This couldn't have been more different. 

Our scene played out deliberately, almost elegantly, the light of a beautiful, late winter afternoon strong through the closed blinds, gentling the harshness of the fluorescent overhead light. We saw each other. Nothing was obscured, everything – every flicker of pleasure, of emotion -- was on display. And it began to dawn on me just how attentive he was, gauging everything, my sounds, the faces I'd make, the specific response in reaction to a particular thing. But it was all so in the flow, so natural. I could see he was very, very good.

He'd nosh my balls and nibble my scrotum too, and once, he grasped the whole thing firmly in one hand, like a package, and lifted it to clear the way for that loooooooooong tongue of his to trace its way back along my smooth perineum, searching, snakelike. That was thrilling, but I got anxious as he approached the crack of my ass. Even squirmed. It was SO sensitive back there. There was a feeling too, not so much of it being forbidden, but somehow too intimate to permit, especially so quickly. For both of us. 

I guess too, that if part of me thought he really shouldn't go there, not now anyhow, another part of me worried what he might think of ME if I let him. For I WAS tempted. But I didn't let him. I didn't push him away or say no, I just kind of shifted forward to get him to work back upwards. He took the hint (for a while, anyhow). 

Anyhow, this went on for quite a while and though he didn't seem eager to end it, at some point I guess I could just tell I wouldn't climax.....at least not that way. It was no fault of his either; what he was doing felt great, but I was even starting to lose the erection – such as it was – that I had attained. 

Looking back I'm not surprised; both before and since I've almost always found it difficult to relax into the moment while receiving head in a standing position. It felt, still feels, like a performance. Add to that the fact that, up until that time I'd never had an orgasm except while having intercourse. Possibly you can understand, in that time and place, how, while I'd enjoyed it, I was about to say he didn't have to keep going, that we could stop what we were doing. And that's when he asked me if I'd "turn around, please, just for a sec."

So now I was standing, in gym socks and nothing else, legs slightly apart, leaning forward against a bathroom cabinet, hands on the counter, and he was still kneeling, right behind me now, completely dressed (jeans/T-shirt/sneaks) and checking out my backside. He murmured his approval, and I don't know why, but I kind of swayed it back and forth for him, teasingly, like I imagined a stripper might, really more as a joke than anything else. 

He didn't laugh at all, but I did hear his breathing catch, which, while not the reaction I'd sought, didn't seem like such a bad thing either. I waited. I'd told myself a blowjob was the limit, parried what seemed like his first exploration cheekward, and yet here we were, here I was, showing off my ass to him. And what's more, very excited by it. What was I thinking? I knew where this could lead, but instinctively I trusted him. 

At first I felt his fingertips moving lightly up and down the back of my legs, from knees to just below my butt, and when he started to stroke and fondle my cheeks it felt so completely wonderful and innocent; just his marvelous hands at first, roaming everywhere it seemed, EXCEPT the crack, and so gently, so softly, in no hurry at all. It was blissful and I was getting swept away. "That feels really, really nice," I whispered looking back at him. 

"Good", he replied, "that's the idea." I closed my eyes and sighed. Then I backed my butt towards him just a bit more, leaning farther forward at the same time, so that my elbows and forearms were resting more on the counter. I knew perfectly well what this would do, that it had the effect of offering my backside to him even more fully. He slapped one cheek lightly, then the other before grabbing a strong handful of each in his big hands, muttering, "You have a really great ass, you know?" He had lightened his grip, playfully jiggling me, lifting and separating my bottom flesh, when I heard the sharp intake of his breath. "Oooooooooooh," he said quietly. I looked back and could tell he was staring right at my you-know-what. His nostrils flared ever so slightly, and he was shaking his head side-to-side slowly, tongue playing at the corner of his mouth. He looked hungry. I felt exposed to say the least, but I realized I was licking my own lips with anticipation. This was getting very interesting. 

His tribute, and the position I was in, suddenly made me feel a momentary shyness. I didn't know quite what to say, but I returned the compliment, telling him, "I don't know about that, but I do know your hands are making my ass FEEL really great," which was pure truth. Then I relaxed a bit, spread my feet – and legs – just a bit wider, granting him unfettered access to my balls and cock if he wanted, and while I could feel his fingers stray to that territory occasionally, his focus was clearly elsewhere. Still, my scrotum began to gather and tighten for the first time, and that wasn't all. He asked if he could kiss my ass. What a perfect young gentleman!!! I knew where this was going now, and I didn't mind at all. My reply – "Yes, I want you to."

Soon he began to shower butterfly kisses on my lower back, upper thighs, and cheeks. I detected the brush of his tongue too -- warmer than his lips, rougher too, and leaving its dampness -- but only occasionally. My excitement climbed steadily. I nearly fainted with pleasure when, with his hands slightly parting my cheeks for a long moment, he became perfectly still and his hot breath grazed the divide of my butt. I could hear him inhaling and exhaling gently. He was very close, and I swear he purred like a hungry Tomcat. My heart was pounding in my ears. Something changed them, I think for both of us, and for the first time an element of urgency was added to the heady mix. I like to think now, that he'd caught my scent, been completely seduced, and was now firmly under my spell, a slave to my every whim. 

Whatever!!! If indeed there was any spell it was certainly a shared one, because for me, this had already far surpassed the BJ. It was intoxicating. Truly, I felt almost drugged. But there was no lethargy. My senses were on highest alert and it was pure, sweet sensation, Barry authoring pleasure like I'd never imagined, let alone felt. Things were building between us.....fast. 

For me, anyhow, the anticipation, wanting more but still not being sure exactly what that meant, or what might happen next, was both excruciating and tantalizing. I could feel my whole body opening to him, coming alive everywhere like never before. It seemed magical, the way he was tripping up-until-then-wholly-untapped sensory wires every few seconds, but there was absolutely no let-up. The pleasure just kept mounting. And impossible as this sounds, it was about to get a LOT better.

Very soon I was aching for more. The teasing had done its work, perhaps too well. I wanted to tell him to DO MORE NOW, to do things to me, between my cheeks.....if he would, if he wanted to; to spread me wide and press his nose right in there, into that darker flesh. My desire was undeniably centered right there. Somehow, HE had done this, had created that kind of need, and raw hunger, in that place. This couldn't be me, could it???!!! But it was, and yet....somehow those thoughts seemed, well, inexpressible. But I wanted it now. Badly. 

It was cool in that house, cooler still in the bathroom, but the goose flesh that had spread from my backside to cover nearly the whole of my body's skin had little or nothing to do with that. All I could do was moan softly. My nipples were tight and dark. I felt flushed and cool at once. Chills rippled up and down my spine. I was actually trembling with desire. And now his fingernails were dragging lightly on my tight sac, barely touching it, now and again scraping the underside of my cock too, while his kisses, now more lingering and passionate, were less random, more urgent, and falling ever closer to my crack. 

By now my cock had straightened out the rest of the way, resolute, persuaded after all. Now completely engorged, it curved almost straight up to my belly-button, and when I looked down, I watched, almost unbelievingly, as a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, pooled to overflowing, then spilled slowly, dangling in a clear, sticky string. "Do you know what you're doing to me, Barry?," I moaned. 

He had seen it, had seen everything, and now he teasingly asked, "You're liking this?" I just sighed. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. My arousal was so complete, so patently obvious, I guess he took it all as an invitation to do the next thing.

He didn't ask. Not this time. He didn't have to. He knew. And though I couldn't believe what was about to happen, I most certainly knew it was coming. I held my breath. Held it some more as I felt the warmth of his skin move close, the brush of his stubble against my soft bottom, his breath as his tender lips parted. But when his warm, silky tongue tip softly feathered my anus, like the most intimate and delicate question imaginable, I simply couldn't help myself. I could never have prepared for it. No way. 

There was a sudden expelling of breath, and my body recoiled, jerking away involuntarily, almost violently. I guess I knew we'd been moving inexorably towards this for a while, but the delicious anticipation, the breathless moments followed by that electrifying instant of intimate discovery – fleeting, yes, but impossibly erotic too -- had been exhilarating beyond compare. (It's still completely unforgettable -- I guess that's why I can't keep it to myself and I'm telling you about it). It still amazes me. And while it was certainly an auspicious moment, a harbinger of even more glorious things still to come, within the context of what was to unfold between Barry and me the rest of that day and night it was but one revelation.

But then and there I'll admit I was a little freaked out by my reaction, questioning myself (That is my butthole, and a guy is eating it, and I'm loving it.....WHAT THE FUCK???!!!). A mixture of genuine disbelief and lustful desire co-mingled, along with the realization that I didn't want him to stop, just wanted to keep going on. But I wondered what Barry was thinking too. He was doing everything here, making me feel so incredible. The last thing I wanted was to make him think he'd done something wrong. Not when I was being so selfish. When I looked back at him with uncertainty, he returned my gaze steadily. There was understanding in his eyes, but determination as well. Then he reached around my hips and pulled me gently back to him.

"Just relax, now, and I mean relax EVERYTHING. I really want to do this, " he soothed me, leaning me forward again with his hand on my back, and when his tongue nestled on my browneye this time, I tensed at first but then quickly relaxed. That brought an audible, satisfied "Mmmmmmmmm," of approval from behind me, and I warmed to his attentions in a hurry. 

When his tongue swirled delicately around the rim, I wiggled my whole ass a little, slooooooowly(I couldn't help it, I just had to move!!), but I also gasped with shivery delight. "That's it, boy! Daaaaaaaamn, I knew it – you taste good, too," he murmured, and delved right back in. I loved his tongue there. I felt like I was glowing, and ripples of pleasure coursed through me. I looked back at him again with open-mouthed wonder as he explored. 

Why does this feel so fucking good?!!!, I thought to myself, but didn't say. 

He said a single word, "Yum," smiled at me, chuckled (I suppose at my awed expression), then growled low as his tongue re-aquired the target and began to scan and memorize my most sensitive and silky flesh, hotly, wetly, creatively. He loved it too, I realized. Clearly. It was lustful what he was doing to me, but it was artful as well. Being wanted like this was driving me crazy. He was making love to my ass with his mouth. He was giving, but he was getting too, and I kept hearing satisfied, humming sounds, almost sing-song like at times. Sweet music to my ears. His obvious enjoyment turned me on even more, if that was possible.

I was becoming more vocal too, also more through sounds – though mine were the moans, sighs, etc. of ineffable pleasure – than words, marveling at the dexterity and the texture of that fantastic tongue. He seemed to be listening. He'd pause intermittently, admiring my flesh and the devastating effect he was having on me, and my need would almost instantly overwhelm me. I was clear-headed enough though, really for the first time in some minutes, to think of something other than myself, and when I did I peered down past my own erection, to his lap. Something formidable bulge bulked his jeans there. Bigger than mine, for certain. Maybe by a lot. I felt another pang of selfishness at my inactivity, thought for an instant of reaching for him, changing the game, but hesitated. 

I knew I was getting ripe for release now and that the natural progression would probably be for me to turn around to finish things, for I was fairly swooning with lust now. I did start to turn, but he almost shouted at me not to, "NO! Wait...stay," and that was when he really poked at my hole for the first time. He didn't go in much, I was waaaaay too tight for that, but he went in all the same. I groaned, I believe, from the vicinity of my soul. Truly, it sounded like another person. Maybe it was. I felt primitive, beautiful, and free. 

I looked down and saw a perfect pearl of ivory bead at my swollen cock's head. Un-fucking believable! I guess that was the moment that I knew that I would have an orgasm JUST LIKE THIS, that he would finish me if we kept going. It was so thrilling, so exciting. He did it again and this time he he held his place, stayed in there, blowing my mind, but questing for more. My anus contracted rapidly, involuntarily around his tongue several times, and he moaned lustfully, then giggled, pulling away, and I pleaded for him not to stop. He didn't. He spread my cheeks, and at last I found my full voice, hissing "Yeeeessssss......Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase!!!" at him, and drove my butt back into his face.




Tongue Tail



Here was greed, pure and unabashed. This was pure animal need now, getting really intense, Wild Kingdom stuff for sure. My move knocked him off balance, but he was right back where I needed him in a flash, and now, using his hands to really open me up to him, I felt his slippery tongue dance teasingly around my dark ring then, finding the opening, probe my pungent tightness with serious purpose, and slowly gain entry. 

I'd had my finger up in there before, but that was MY finger. This was something else again. The main thing of course being that it was the real flesh of someone else; hot, surging, alive. Greedy in its own right. But I'd forgotten how long that tongue looked! And now he was really showing me; I was FEELING how long it was!!! It felt impossible somehow, the way it seemed to keep growing and swirling inside me. My body began to undulate, stomach muscles clenching, and something deeper was triggered. Unleashed. I was losing control of my body but this was completely new territory. I could feel myself poised on the brink of something unprecedented.

It took precisely four pushes, prolonged, rhythmic, insistent, each deeper than the last, with that hot tongue exploring and tasting new flesh on every advance. And I was backing into him shamelessly, helping him spread my cheeks wider, urging him on, welcoming everything he could give me, when it happened. It started with a tingle, became a hum, then a vibration, then a throbbing, then an outright shaking. He was holding onto my hips, and I'd grabbed the back of his head, pressing and holding him in there as deep as possible, when I began to go off like a Roman Candle. I closed my eyes, arched my back, and just let everything go. I was gasping, then shouting his name, when my brain exploded; I could feel fireworks (and see them too, behind my closed eyes!) from my hair to my toenails, all of it radiating from a clenching, convulsing, contracting/expanding core I'd never known existed. Barry had really done it now, and we were both dealing with the consequences now. 

It seemed to go on and on, and he was right there for some of it, holding on, face still wedged between my buns. My anus, spasming powerfully, repeatedly, endlessly it seemed, must have made him fear for his tongue's circulation, but at some point my thrashing, heaving, bucking, thrusting antics, completely out of my own control, dislodged him and made him a spectator. I had to cling to the counter just to keep my balance. And when everything finally subsided I still nearly collapsed. It wasn't quite shock I was feeling, but pretty close to it.

I hadn't really even thought of my cock much, beyond the clear evidence it had shown of my progressively building desire. Really it had been no more than a barometer of what was coming, by no means the center or vortex of it. Yes -- I'd felt, more than seen, the fabulous release, and was aware when I "came" in that typical way. But I knew too, that a prodigious ejaculation had been only one component of something so, so, so, so much more; so much bigger, so much more spectacular, wondrous, and beautifully explosive than any cock-centered orgasm I'd ever had. Yet still, what a mess I'd made! 

My pudding was literally everywhere. I'd somehow managed to pepper my own hair with small droplets, and there were more of those all over the place. I'd hit my own chin with a sticky blast, left numerous large splashes on the counter – including a tremendous puddle welling in the sink -- and painted the mirror above the oak vanity with a long, crazy white streak as well. The old riddle, "What's gray and comes (cums) in quarts?" (answer: an elephant) popped into my head for the briefest instant. Apt.

I still stood, but just barely, trembling, knees shaking, slack-jawed, as my breathing gradually returned to something near normal. I looked at myself, turned on the water, wet my hands and began to wipe my face off, rinse the sink. I was shaking my head, eyes closed, in disbelief, returning to earth, when his arms wrapped around my belly, a hug in reverse, and his face appeared around my body in the mirror, looking around to find my reflected eyes. "You okay?" he asked quietly. He looked great; flushed, kind' sweaty, hair tousled, mouth slick, but I think he was stunned himself. When he began to survey things on this side of my body, his mouth, too, fell open, eyes growing wider. A crooked, satisfied smile grew.

"I don't kn-.... Yeah, I'm fine, but..." the words were hard to find. The truth was I'd probably never been better, but the greater truth was I'd probably never be the same. Not after something like that. I looked in the mirror. I felt new, but it was still me. "I don't know what to think, to say. I nev –"

"Hey, relax. You don't have to define it," he cut in. 

"But I do, Barry. Everything...how you touch me, what you -- you don't understand, Barry, how unbelievable that was. I have to --"

"I was there, "he interjected, "and it was amazing. YOU were beautiful. Now relax!"

"But I don't even know what that was. And I didn't do a thing, it was you. I mean, I know I came – Shit, I've never come like that in my life, it was so, so, so amazing. You make me feel things, God -- so alive, so good. I've never felt anything close..." 

"I think you should I did some things I've never done before either, to anyone. It just seemed -– well -- I wanted to. It was right. I guess maybe I got a little carried away, but...you do know how much I enjoyed this too, don't you?" he asked.

I slumped to the floor facing him. "I'm so glad you got carried away," I laughed. "But you do know,....there's no way I can leave now," I mused. "At least not until I get you back for that....somehow," I added slyly, only partly in jest. 

I really liked the look that comment elicited. 

For I didn't want to stop. I wanted more....from him. Even more than that, to give more of myself....to him. And I wanted to do it now. 

Sure, there was some sense of feeling like I owed him (how could there not be?), but it was more gratitude – and full-blown lust, if I'm being honest -- than obligation that I felt right then, plus I knew any pleasure I could give him would be reciprocated in full; clearly I'd found someone who'd please me no matter what we tried. It was a clear win-win proposition. And honestly, I couldn't think of anything I didn't want to try with him. 

But there was absolutely no doubt in my mind about what I HOPED to try next. I can honestly say that before that day I'd never thought about another cock for more than an instant, and never in a sexual way, but I'd thought about Barry's a few moments before in the full heat of our encounter, and it was on my mind again now. Seriously on my mind. In a more contemplative, purposeful, constructive way. 

I had big plans for it already, but the first thing was to arrange a meet and greet....straightaway. I didn't even know if he'd want to do what I had in mind, but he seemed open-minded enough, and he'd been eager enough to put his tongue back there. So why not something else? It might take some persuasion, but that could be fun, too.

And if I had my way, and if he would agree to it, Barry would be doing something else to my butt before long. After what had just happened with him, I couldn't help thinking about it. Let's just say that with him, I'd quickly developed a taste for more. And, it seemed, a habit for doing more than I ever thought I would, too. 

Barry HAD more, that much I knew. I was already feeling a bigger, more fundamental need back there, and from the looks of things, there could be no doubt that Barry would be able fill it AND THEN SOME. I knew I'd found someone who could scratch any sexual itch I had, however deep. And right then I was feeling a growing hunger, but not for food. 

"Somehow it doesn't seem fair," I announced in a steady voice, "that one of us has to be naked, while the other gets to keep his clothes on." I caught his eyes, let him see mine drop and fix on that big bulge in his jeans. "So....?"

to be continued...



Tongue-Tied



"What do you think?" 

I looked up. 

As my eyes rose, I immediately noticed her bare thighs; so, before I even got to her upper body I relaxed slightly. 

She was wearing a white, almost Oxford-style shirt, somewhat tight across her large tits, and she had my monochromatic gray late-'90s Who-Wants-To-Be-A-Millionaire tie on. The tip ended in the delightful V of her panties. She had her collar unbuttoned enough that I could see her neck - and also could see that she wasn't wearing a bra.

My jaw must have hit the ground. "You like?" I nodded. "Uh..." was all I could manage. In retrospect, her outfit had more than a little hint of Liv Tyler-Alicia Silverstone in the strip club/make-out scene from Aerosmith's "Crazy" video.

All I knew was that, yes, I liked it. I rather fancied it a lot. I felt blood rush south as I rose up. I slowly walked across the room. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please - I don't look THAT hot, I... mmpph!" I cut her off with a harder-than-I'd-intended kiss and at the same time pulled on the bun at the back of her head, releasing her curls. 

I spun her around as I very quickly stripped off my clothes down to my boxers. I gave her shoulder a gentle shove. "Now?" she almost whined. "Please, yes, now" I answered and we were walking down the hall.

I know she asked me a question about the photo-shoot: she intended on getting some pictures of us to send to our friends and family to celebrate the engagement. I also know I was staring at her superb bottom and trying not to tear her panties off until we got to the bedroom. At the very most, I grunted, and before we got to the end of the bed, I was rock hard.

When she turned to admire herself in the mirror, I was beyond smitten - I needed to take her right there and I could see from her devilish smile that she was quite proud to have inspired such a need. I pulled her panties down and then off. I spun her around as she moaned slightly and mumbled "Oh, let me take yours off, first" but when I bent her over and ran my hand over her ass, she stopped complaining. 

My middle finger plunged down and across her slit, which felt moist. I tapped on the outside of her lips. She twisted around to kiss me, but I firmly pressed her back down with my left arm. She was bent over and although I considered smacking her ass, instead I gently but firmly penetrated her slightly with my finger. She groaned. "Oh, yes, you're already wet. Good." I gently sawed my finger in and out, and then, finding conditions very hospitable, inserted it up to my knuckle and curled it around. 

Her wet and firm walls needed some more attention. I massaged firmly and steadily as her shoulders lowered. My other hand left her upper back and she started to rise up as I took my boxer briefs off. I pushed her back down and worked my by-now-nearly-dripping finger in and out several times as she tried to muffle a squeal.

This time, she rose up with more passion and strength. I was too busy savoring her to stop her, even though I'd wanted to take her from behind. The tie was thrown over her left shoulder. She looked down and saw the purple head of my cock jutting up obscenely at her. She dropped toward her knees. 

As much as I love her oral talents, I wanted her pussy walls around him now. "You're wet enough, baby, I don't need you to..." but half a second later my ass was planted on the bed and I sprawled out in ecstasy. When she worked it, she really worked it. 

I stared at the ceiling and considered myself the luckiest man in the world. I pushed myself up on my elbows and again stared at her shirt/tie combo, as well as her hollowed-out cheeks. Fuck! It was agony and ecstasy. I needed her to keep sucking but I needed to fuck her so badly. I put my arms out to raise her up and turn her around but she shook her head - all while keeping my happy cock in her mouth. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" I groaned and lay back down. 

A couple more minutes of this and I felt my balls just barely start to signal they were getting ready. With her usual good timing, she practically jumped on me, both sets of her wet lips contacting me, my cock sliding down over her pussy in a luscious embrace. There were noisy smacking sounds from both ends of our bodies. 

The head of my cock tried to subtly inch in. We both vibrated while enjoying the heat of each other's passion. I slowly pulled her off me and stood up. She turned to face me, parting her legs almost in a challenge. "You want to see me baby? You want to see the tie I stole?" I nodded, then parted her legs more, saw her wet little pussy, and advanced. I somehow managed to rip open a condom and got in on in seconds flat. 

The feeling of entering her was spectacular. I was porn-star hard, she was porn-star wet. Her tunnel gripped me but had enough give that I could move up on her easily. "Do me, baby" she said but I didn't need an invitation. I absolutely blasted her sweet little pussy, leaning backwards to hit her g spot and almost lifting her off the bed with my dick, which was apparently trying to win an Olympic medal.

Even though I wanted to stop, turn her around and take her from behind while I gripped her tie, I lacked the willpower to extricate myself from her pulsing (yes, god bless her, pulsing) wet hole. "Give me that dick, baby, give me your cuuuuuuuuuuuum, give it to me!" she shouted. I obliged, and was amazed to find myself still rock-hard and eager to plunge in some more. 

I think it was the fact that I didn't slow down at all that caused it. Maybe it was the kiss I gave her while I exploded into her precious depths, or that I had hooked my arm under her and squeezed her ass. But something about the brutal way I was taking her caused her to lock her legs around my ass, pull the head of my cock in and scratch my back as she bucked around on the bed, trying as hard with her lower body to throw me off as her upper body was at absorbing my mouth. She bit my lip and I briefly saw how red her cheeks had become. She came, hard. 

Several minutes went by as I lay on top of her, supporting my weight so she could relax.

"Oh, baby... I gotta try on your stuff more often" she eventually offered.

I replied "Only if you want to be ravaged like that every time." We laughed. I pulled my cock out of her and saw her thick juices on me. That was one of the reasons I liked wearing a condom - so I could see just how wet I made her. "That's ALL me?" she said in amazement. I nodded. "Yup, you have such a naughty, wet, delicious and amazing pussy, baby." She beamed proudly - or maybe it was the glow from her orgasm.

"You're still hard, baby, did you come?" she asked, eyes widening. "I came, baby, but I'm ready again. I can't believe how hard you make me." This time, I got to flip her over and smack her ass. When her legs locked me into place and she reached around to squeeze my thigh, I knew I had found a little piece of heaven. I was never gonna let her go.



Tongue Tied



As always this takes place in Easton which is a fictional place in the UK. Please do not reproduce this story in any form without my written consent for profit or otherwise. As a side note I personally don't consider Step-siblings legitimate incest however it is certainly taboo to some extent and I doubt people would approve if this was posted as anything other than incest. Hence the category choice. Anyway enjoy!.

--

Are you kidding me? This is the worst moment of my goddamn life.

Not a great start in my opinion, but that was probably the beginning of everything so I figured it should go first, as for the rest well... lemme explain. My name is Camillo Drake (Cam to most) I'm nineteen and I'm part Italian on my mother's side, hence my first name, which I got from my mum's granddad. Drake comes from my dad Richard who is probably the most British person alive. I'm an inch or so over six foot and slim but not particularly muscular, I tan easily so my skin is usually fairly dark and my hair is naturally light brown and usually short, although I dye it black and let it grow out a bit every once in a while. So a kinda mixed appearance to go with my mixed heritage.

My mother died in a car crash when I was just five, it was the two of us in the back and my father in the front, Dad came out pretty worse for wear but alive and I survived thanks to her, she managed to shield me from harm even at the cost of her own life. From what I've been told that was pretty typical of her, she was a selfless person, she also had red hair and that's where the worst moment of my life begins. You see I have a mental disability, I don't know if it's because of her death, or some other factor but it seems pretty likely it's related to my mother, I cannot deal with people with red hair and I mean cannot. If I even see a person with red hair my thought processes start to get messed up, if I have to interact with them then you can forget it, my brain just shuts down completely. No words. No movement. Usually panic. Sometimes absolutely nothing. I can deal with strawberry blondes though and that nasty rusty orange colour some girls have been dying their hair lately too, but natural pure red? The kind that looks like a waterfall of fire? Game over, please reset my brain. I had to actually change classes several times in highschool and college because of this problem.

Pretty bad right? You should have seen our household when my older brother Rio (named by my dad with only minor influence from my mom) dyed his hair red for a joke. Four days of broken plates and stunted conversation, my dad nearly went insane, finally he snapped and shaved Rio in the middle of the night. Normality was restored, but Rio's been holding a grudge ever since and I'm sure he's just waiting for a chance to shave dad in revenge.

Right. Worst moment of my life, well that's enough background so lemme skip forward to a few weeks ago when my dad and his girlfriend of the last few months Casey declare they're going to get married and Casey is going to move in with us, bringing her twenty year old daughter with her. Now most people would be bent out of shape by this announcement but I was just glad to see dad was getting over mum, Casey had been his first girlfriend in... well definitely the first I could remember and I was just thrilled he was leaving the house again. So I decided to weather the storm as best I could, gotta look out for your folks right?

Skip forward to today, I'm meeting my new step sister for the first time at the wedding rehearsal, Casey and dad have been looking nervous as hell all day and I, being the naïve fool I was, thought it was because they were excited about the wedding. Now I'm stood next to dad, who looks nervous as hell, across from Casey, who also looks nervous as hell, Rio to my left, looking like he's gonna laugh his ass off, and my new step sister in front of me.

She was a goddamn red head. Not just a red head but a pure, crimson silk, waterfall of fire, shimmering orange style red head, twin bangs framing her face and a long ponytail that ran down to just below her shoulder blades. Not only was she a red head but she was pretty damn hot as well, she was roughly around six foot, maybe five nine, typical fair complexion of a red head, beautiful blood red lips, a dark smirk and an ample d cup bosom. She looked like a metal head or a goth, black tanktop, black cargo pants, leather jacket and three large skull piercings in her left ear. Drop dead gorgeous, at least in my opinion.

Simultaneously I was hit by my gorgeous girl, red head, and meeting someone important for the first time panics, the realisation that I was going to have to live with her hit me soon after, things weren't going well. I had frozen, for a while now at least, and I don't really remember much after that. I'm told I didn't make a single sound, turned and walked straight to the coat room, I shut the door behind me, there was a thud and nobody saw me again for a while. I remember coming to my senses in the coat room so I can only assume that was the truth.

--

I was at the wedding, well that wasn't strictly true, I was hiding in my suit in one of the back room of the church. I was so far away from where the actual wedding had taken place that I'm not entirely sure I could confidently say I was actually at the wedding. I hadn't seen any signs of my new step sister yet, but that might have something to do with the fact that I hadn't seen anyone yet, with the exception of Rio who'd given me a lift here.

I was sat in the middle of the floor of an abandoned room drawing furiously, I'd brought one of my sketch pads with me, drawing was one of my favourite things to do when I was stressed like this. Too bad my style was so anime, it didn't win me any art prizes that's for sure. I was in the middle of depicting an epic battle between two effeminate dudes with giant intricate swords and musing on how anime was very subconsciously gay when a hand grabbed me from behind and covered my eyes.

"Hey guess who."

"Um..." I didn't recognise the voice, not even a little which was odd.

"Oh right you never actually heard my voice did you? Well I'm gonna be your sister and housemate in about an hour so I figured we should meet at some point."

"Ahh." My response was stunted, my brain was already shutting down just from remembering what she looked like.

"Oh don't worry about my hair, look." She took her hands away from my eyes.

I caught sight of her, and felt my brain happily kick back into gear. Her hair was happily scrunched up and contained under a large black beanie, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey I'm Cam."

A smirk floated on her lips for a second. "Awesome. For a while I was worried you were dumb or mute, or both, this'll make things much easier."

"Nice to meet you too, you always this nice to people you've never met before?" I replied returning her smirk.

"Ooh. I have met you before though haven't I? But you decided to go hide in the cloakroom instead of saying hello."

I blushed. Her smirk grew. "So what's your name?" I asked trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Tabitha. Taby for short. So how bad is it? Does it have to be a whole head of hair or is just a little bit enough?"

"Don't!" I yelled as she began to pull her hat back off her hair. "Just, don't."

"Ouch" she said sitting down next to me. "That bad huh?"

"How about we talk about something else?" I asked.

She glanced over at my sketch pad. "So you into that kinda stuff then?"

"Anime?"

"No men." She replied grinning and sticking her tongue out.

I laughed. "I'm not really into either, I had a friend back in highschool called May who was seriously into the whole anime scene. So when I was learning to draw she leant me some books she had and my style hasn't really changed all that much since. You?"

"Nah, never really had much interest." She blinked and chuckled. "In anime that is, I have plenty of interest in men."

I grinned and cocked an eyebrow at her suggestively. Tabitha laughed in response and stuck her tongue out again. "Oi you, don't make me take off the hat."

I laughed and we chatted for a bit longer until one of my new relatives came to find the two of us, seems it was time for us to get down to the actual wedding part of the afternoon. Since I was dad's best man and Tabitha was a bridesmaid I figured we should probably listen to the poor guy who had been sent to find us and told Tabitha as much.

She shrugged in response but got up to follow me as I left. Leaving me in the awkward position of having to either ask her to wait until I'd left or tell her to go on ahead of me, either way we couldn't leave at the same time. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to take of her hat. As I hung about awkwardly by the door Tabitha grabbed me by the arm and led me on.

"Don't worry about the hat" she told me as we made our way to the wedding. "I'm not gonna take it off."

"You've got to be kidding. We're at a wedding, you're a bridesmaid." I said in disbelief.

Tabitha giggled. "You just know it's going to be dull as all hell, maybe this'll make things a bit more interesting."

--

"I can't believe you did that!" Casey yelled, tears of laughter rolling down the faces of my brother and father, every once in a while Casey would glare angrily at dad and he would try desperately to stop laughing, only to continue again when she looked away.

Tabitha and I were stood in the graveyard of the church being lectured by Casey, Tabitha had done one better than just wearing the beanie, she had also put one of her leather jackets on over her dress. The look on our elderly relative's faces when she came down the aisle was priceless, dad had managed to keep himself under control during the service, me and Rio? Not so much.

"And Cam! What were you thinking? Why didn't you stop her?"

I desperately tried to keep a straight face, I had to answer her question seriously, I'd managed it so far and all I had to do was come up with so kind of response. Anything. Aww who was I kidding? I burst into a fit of laughter, seeing me lose it Tabitha lost it as well and the two off us just laughed and laughed until there were tears dripping off our faces and we could barely breathe.

Casey scowled at the two of us. "Well I'm glad you two are getting along so well, too bad you had to ruin my wedding to do it!" She stormed off in a huff, leaving Tabitha and I to try and get ourselves together.

"Alright you two, me and Rio are gonna go talk to Casey, you should go on ahead to the reception. Go on make yourselves scarce." Dad tossed me the keys to Rio's car, I could see he was trying to act serious and hold back his laughter, but every once in a while a chuckle would escape.

We took off, the roads were icy as hell which was fairly typical for the area and the season, we'd had snow a few days back and the church was in a pretty backend area so they didn't bother to grit much. The car skidded a few time to say the least but I managed to keep everything under control and it wasn't so hard that I couldn't continue chatting casually to Tabitha in the passenger seat.

What happened next was a hundred percent not my fault, it was a sharp turn and I took it fairly slowly to be careful, the other guy however was an asshole. A blue corsa suddenly comes screeching around the corner at an insane speed and immediately skidded over to the wrong side of the road as a result, I swerved desperately but had no chance of getting away. He crashed into my front right light and sent me spinning off the road, it's just a small country road so there was no barrier, we go flying off the road and into the foliage around us, we hit several more obstacles soon after, I couldn't see what the hell was going on but I was doing my best to get the car back under control. Then things went from bad to worse.

The car was still rolling about, we hit something pretty hard and Tabitha's beanie came off, that was not good. Oh god, I could see mum, suddenly I was in the back seat, mum was shouting my name, I was yelling. I was back in the driver's seat, flailing wildly trying to control the car, were we even still moving? I couldn't even tell, I was in the back seat again, someone was pressing me down against the seat, the car was shaking, everything was starting to slip away. I could hear someone yelling my name but I didn't know who any more, I blacked out.

--

Ugh. My head was a jumbled mess, where the hell was I? I groaned, I had the headache of the century, huh? I could feel something soft against my cheek and I felt warm, was I wrapped in something? There was a voice.

"Cam?"

I came round, hearing Tabitha's voice brought everything back. "Fuck I hope you got that assholes licence plate, I'm gonna murder that dickhead."

"Oh thank god." Tabitha said.

It took me a moment to realise where I was, we were in the back seat of the car, the front was pretty smashed up. I looked up and saw Tabitha's face, she'd put the beanie back on much to my relief, I looked down and caught sight of something else. It was then that I realised I was lying on the seats, Tabitha underneath me, with my head pressed up against her breasts. I went bright red and snapped into a sitting position.

"Christ sorry." Jesus she had one hell of a rack on her, the thought that I'd been pressed up against those puppies the whole time and couldn't even remember it killed me. 

Tabitha smirked. "What you think you got yourself into that position? It's fine." Then her face went deathly serious and she pulled me into a proper hug.

"I'm just glad you're ok, you had me really scared for a bit there Cam. What happened? Did you get hit in the head? Do I need to call an ambulance?"

"I..." I stopped, I didn't want to talk about what happened in there, I'd never had a flashback to the accident before and it wasn't something I wanted to dwell on. But I'd nearly killed us both back there, the least I owed her was an explanation.

"How long was I out for?" I asked.

"Five, maybe ten minutes most. Cam..."

"I'll get to it in a sec, did you call anyone?"

"Yeah, your brother said he'd be here in about twenty minutes. He's called an ambulance too just in case but I don't know how long that'll be, probably a while since the roads have only gotten worse." She motioned out the window and I saw it was now snowing, wonderful.

I took a deep breath, time to spill the beans. "My mum died when I was five, in a car crash, she was in the back seat with me and she saved my life. The thing is, mum used to have red hair like yours, so when your beanie came off like that things started to blur together. I-I couldn't tell what was really happening anymore, I started seeing mum and remembering things about the accident, it shut me down and... fuck... I sound so pathetic, I'm so sorry because I almost got us both killed and..."

I felt Tabitha's arms wrap around me and trailed off, I hadn't even noticed but I'd started crying and as she hugged me the sobbing became worse. I don't know if it was how cold it was in the car, but at that moment her hug felt amazingly warm.

"Thanks" I said as she rested her chin on my shoulder.

"It's okay." She said reassuringly. She dropped one hand down for a moment and grabbed one of mine, gently massaging my palm with her thumb as she hugged me. It was a tiny gesture but it felt reassuring. 

--

The next day I came back from work exhausted, it had been a crappy day and I was glad I hadn't been hungover, that being said I hadn't been planning on drinking at the reception anyway so I regretted not going a little. However after all the hassle with the paramedics and explaining what had happened to Dad and Casey neither Taby or I had really felt like any kind of party so we'd made our excuses and headed back to my (now our) place so I could help her get situated.

I came in and wandered into the kitchen, pouring myself a drink before heading into the lounge. I froze in the doorway, Taby was sat on the couch with her hair down and another girl sat next to her, the two of them were inspecting something on Taby's phone and didn't see me come in. She noticed me shortly after I froze however and quickly grabbed her beanie from the table next to her. Not before I'd dropped my drink however, thankfully the glass hadn't broken but there was still orange juice all over the carpet now.

"Ah sorry Cam I didn't know you were here."

"It's fine" I muttered going into the kitchen to grab a cloth. As I rooted around in the cupboards I heard Taby and her friend talking in a whisper.

"Is that the one you were talking about? The one who's autistic around readheads?"

"Debbie!" I heard Taby shriek a little louder than a whisper. "I never said he was autistic, he just has an issue with red hair."

"Whatever, looks pretty autistic to me."

I scowled, I'd known this girl for less than a minute and I already disliked her. Finding a cloth I did my best to clean up the stain on the carpet before heading for the stairs. "Hey Cam do you wanna hang out with us for a bit?" Taby asked.

"No thanks." I replied feeling vindictive. "Wouldn't want my autism to bother the two of you." Taby looked immediately guilty and the girl went bright red in response. I smirked viciously and headed upstairs. 

I sketched a few random pictures and trashed them all before deciding to try sketching Taby, I'd sketched most of the people I know a few times at least and since I couldn't think of anything else to draw I figured it would kill some time. After a few false starts I started to get into the swing of it, despite having only seen it briefly a few times Taby's hair was probably the easiest part. The first time we'd met her fiery locks had been ingrained in my memory, her features were distinct and she came out with a very fierce look by the time I was done drawing her face. Next I started on her neck and shoulders.

"Wow that's amazing." I jerked with surprise at Taby's voice and my pencil gashed across the paper, leaving a huge tear in the middle of the sketch.

"Oh dammit! Sorry..."

I looked up and saw Taby stood in the doorway looking sheepish, I sighed. "It's fine" I told her. "I can always just draw another one."

"Then let me model for you." She said inviting herself in. "It's the least I can do."

"Whatever." I replied. "Shut the door and stand still for a bit."

There was a long silence as I pulled out a fresh piece of paper and began to study her, I'd had friends and the like offer to be models before but they'd always given up midway through, they all said that the way I looked at them was 'too intense'. I had several pieces of paper out in front of me as I made some experimental sketches, jotting down parts of her features wherever there was space as I mentally explored her appearance. Her breasts especially were unusual for someone with her bust in that there was no trace of them sagging underneath her bra, I sketched down several attempts at her torso before I decided on one that looked right, I was just about to begin the main drawing when she broke the silence.

"So do you need me any longer or..."

I laughed. "I know I'm probably making you feel uncomfortable, all my models say the same thing. I've got enough sketches now so I can go from memory like I was before, don't worry."

I went back to drawing and she remained standing in the middle of my room, only now I wasn't looking up at her. A few minutes passed before I stopped drawing and my eyes flicked up to meet hers.

"Did you need something? I'm not used to having an audience."

Taby sighed. "Dammit you're making me feel like a royal asshole here Cam, look I'm sorry about what Debbie said before."

I shrugged. "It's fine. She was right anyway, I might as well be autistic, at least then I'd have an excuse."

"Cam..." Taby was looking at me curiously, I'll admit I was more than a little shocked with myself. I hadn't meant to sound that pathetic.




Tongue Tied



"Sorry that's not what I meant, I just meant that I do have problems so I can't really complain when people talk about them."

"Cam just because you're slightly mental does not mean you have to put up with it when someone calls you autistic. You have every right to be mad and I am sorry, I would have kicked her ass out right there but I'm trying to avoid pissing people off until I actually make some friends."

"Wait, I'm confused. I thought you came in here to apologise? Now you're telling me you want me to be mad?" I grinned at her.

"Umm... Dammit." She replied laughing. "Well I really fucked up this apology didn't I?"

I laughed and looked down at my sketch. "It's fine. Hang around for a bit, I'm almost finished."

Taby ferreted around in my room for a while as I sketched until finally I declared happily that I was finished and presented the complete drawing for her approval. She blushed, not the reaction I was expecting and met my inquisitive gaze.

"I... it's incredible. It's just, my face, I look so pretty."

"Are you kidding Taby? I only drew you, if you think your face looks pretty it's because you have a pretty face."

She blushed an even deeper shade of red. "You really think so?"

Seriously? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You didn't seem like the type to have low self-esteem Taby, you're really beautiful and I don't get how you don't know that."

"Most guys just wanna get in my pants because of these" she said cupping her breasts and sighing. "They're all more interested in what I cover up not what they can actually see."

"Well luckily you have a new step brother to remind you how pretty you are." I could see her face practically melting under the force of her blush, she looked cute and I was getting the irresistible urge to tease her some more.

Suddenly Taby leant in towards me and began to study my face. "What are you-?" I began to ask only to be interrupted by a fierce shush.

"You know now that I look you're pretty handsome yourself." Now it was my turn to blush.

"You're just saying that."

"Maybe" she replied with a foxy grin. "Then again maybe not. Can I have this?" she asked waving my sketch in front of her.

"Sure"

She grinned seeing how embarrassed I was and turned to leave, pausing by the doorway. "I'll see you later then my maybe handsome maybe not step brother." She giggled and blew a kiss my way, then with a wiggle of her hips she left.

I tried to resume drawing, but quickly realised it was futile and gave up, looking down I saw the source of my distraction. I really hope my now very pronounced boner hadn't appeared when Taby had been in the room, driven to distraction I was forced to jack myself off before I could do anything else. Trying to silence the part of my brain that knew full well where my erection had come from.

--

The next few weeks passed without much in the way of events, the four of us were quickly adapting to life together and apart from the first day there were no more incidents regarding Taby's hair. She and I got closer and closer as time passed, despite the obvious issue we had a lot of fun hanging out together, regularly going out to Easton highstreet together for things like window shopping and movie trips. Taby got used to wearing her beanie around me and I got used to reassuring her that it made her look cute.

I was coming home from work as usual when I noticed a car I didn't recognise in the driveway, Taby had said her boyfriend from her old home town was coming over today so I assumed it was his car. As I ambled in through the front door wandering what I was going to say to this guy when I met him I heard crashing from upstairs, followed by shouting.

"TABY!" I yelled up the stairs. No response but I could still hear the shouting from before. I jumped up the stairs two at a time, by the time I was outside Taby's door I could make out what was being shouted.

"Ricky get off me!"

"Babe come on I'm not gonna see you again for a long time, you don't wanna break up do you?"

"Ricky-Argh!"

"Taby!" I yelled throwing the door open, what I saw inside made my blood boil.

This guy, who looked like a big jock type, had Taby pinned to the bed. Her jeans had been pulled down to her knees and her shirt was torn, the guy was trying to get her panties off and Taby was struggling desperately with tears in her eyes. I didn't even stop to think I just charged at him, I'd never been in a fight before and I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I just swung my fist wildly at him, catching him across the face and sending him sprawling, my success was short lived however when he immediately stood back up and proceeded to headbutt me.

I stumbled backwards and fell on my ass, he'd headbutted forehead to forehead which I don't think is the right way to do it, my suspicions proved true when he recoiled just as dazed as me. Taby used this opportunity to shove him out of the door and scream "Ricky get out of here you prick!" at the top of her lungs.

Seemingly dazed from his failed headbutt and probably guessing that his chances of successfully raping Taby had gone from bad to impossible he stumbled out of the house, we heard his car pull out of the drive a few minutes later.

"Jesus Cam are you okay?" Taby asked, pulling her jeans back up and kneeling down in front of me.

"..." my voice caught in my throat, her hair was brushing against my chest.

"Oh! Sorry." Taby grabbed her beanie and pulled it over her hair, lone strands of red hair still peeking out from underneath, but it was enough.

"Taby are you okay?"

"Jesus I can't believe that guy, good riddance huh? Do you want me to get you an icepack?" she made to get up.

"Taby"

"Maybe I should get you some disinfectant? Is it a cut or a bruise?" she began examining my forehead.

"Taby."

"Or maybe-"

"TABY!" She froze. "Are. You. Okay?"

She whimpered. "I actually thought he was different."

I pulled her into a hug and let her sob against me, for a good long while she simply shook and wailed against me. I didn't mind, it felt good to hold her like this. As angry as this whole thing had made me I was a little happy, I would have been more than willing to hold her like this for the rest of the afternoon.

"Hey Cam, do you remember that drawing you did of me?"

"Uh huh."

"Do you remember what I said that day?"

"That I was autistic?" I joked.

I heard her whimper and sob, immediately regretting what I said. I looked down into her eyes and wiped away some of her tears. "Sorry that was stupid. You said I might be handsome."

"I meant it. You are a very handsome guy Cam and you're sweet and you're the only guy who thinks I'm more than just a huge pair of tits and-" As she spoke her hand slowly teased its way up my leg towards my crotch, I already had a raging boner and moments later I could feel her fingertips tracing my erection through my pants.

I knew where this was going, she was an emotional wreck, she'd just nearly been raped and now she was looking for someone to latch onto. Someone she thought she could trust. I knew that this was probably the only chance I would ever have to cross that line with her, after all we were siblings now, did I want to take advantage of her like that? Yes. when I looked down at the girl who I was cradling in my arms, my dick was screaming at me to fuck her, I wanted her so badly it was practically killing me, but I couldn't. Call it cliché but my heart was telling me I couldn't betray her trust like that, and even if I did nothing could ever come of it, I had no future except one with my step sister and it wasn't the one I wanted.

"Taby. You're my sister and I love you." I didn't say anything else, I just gently pushed her away from me and left.

I shut the door behind me and went straight to my room before my mental strength left me, I gritted my teeth and practically ripped my dick off of my hips pulling it out of my pants. I had a brutal hard on and I jacked myself off hard and furiously, I jizzed buckets my first orgasm, only for my dick to obstinately remain rock solid. As I fired off my second orgasm I snarled.

"Stupid. Fucking. Heart."

--

"Hey dad and Casey not about?" I asked as I wandered in from work, I'd been working overtime so I hadn't made it home until eight. Surprisingly Taby was the only one in the house, sat in the lounge reading a book and listen to music in her beanie.

I leant over and plucked out her headphones. "Hey. You the only one here?"

"Nope." She replied folding over the corner of her book. "You're here too."

"Smart ass. Where'd dad and Casey go?" I asked throwing myself down on the couch next to her.

"Dunno didn't ask, they just said they'd be out most of the night."

"You eaten yet?"

"Nope. I'm not exactly a good cook." She replied sighing. "And by that I mean I burn cereal."

"Yeah I'm no good either, let's order pizza." I pulled out my phone and dialled for the nearest pizza place.

"Yeah I can't afford pizza." She told me sighing.

"It's fine. I just got paid so I'll cover us both, it's not that much anyway." 

It didn't take long for the pizza to arrive, one of the reasons we always bought from the same place, and once it got here Taby and I lapsed into silence. Munching on our pizza and watching tv in the lounge.

"I think I'm gonna try and find a new boyfriend."

I nearly choked on my pizza. Keep yourself under control man! She was just your sister now, she could date whoever she liked. "Ah ok, cool." I replied as casually as I could.

"I was wondering if you knew any guys who might be interested in me?" she asked.

Dammit. Taby dating some other guy was one thing, but I really didn't want to have to be the one who picked out the guy who would be stealing her from me. Goddammit! I made my decision hadn't I? I had no choice, I'd given up my chance to be with her.

"So what kind of guy are you looking for?"

"Well..." Taby sighed and leant back against my shoulder, she was facing the opposite direction now and I couldn't see her face. "He's gotta think I'm pretty, and be nice, good looking of course, I'm tired of all the jock jerks I've been dating lately so maybe someone a bit more sensitive? A writer or an artist perhaps?"

Wait...

"It would be nice if he didn't live too far away so we could see each other a lot, and he has to want to hang out with me all the time."

She couldn't...

"Oh and he's gotta be really caring, and a little reckless, the kind of guy who gets in a fight with a guy bigger than him even though he knows he gonna lose just for my sake."

Taby rolled over and stared into my eyes. "Well Cam? Do you know any guys like that?"

I didn't know what to think, my head wasn't working properly and I just let my mouth move without direct influence from my brain.

"Umm, yeah. I think I know one guy like that."

"Oh? What's he like?" There was a slight sparkle in Taby's eyes, I didn't know what was going to happen next but I wasn't going to stop. I knew that much.

"Well he's a bit mopey at times, a little mental as well, but I know he thinks you're pretty and people have said he might be pretty handsome before."

"Oh really?" Taby cocked and eyebrow in my direction and leant in towards me. "And how should I find out if he's interested in me?"

"You-you should just be direct, I think that would be what he would want you to do."

The moment I finished Taby pushed forward and pressed her lips against mine, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth. It didn't take me long to reciprocate. All the desire I'd repressed for the last few days tried to force its way out of me through that kiss, our tongues wrestled furiously and saliva started dribbling down our necks. My mind went blank for a while with the warm pleasure I was experiencing, finally I came to my senses and knew I had to pull away, doing so reluctantly.

"Well was that direct enough for you Cam?"

"Taby." I said, the effort of trying to keep her away like this was physically causing an ache in my chest. "We can't."

Taby jumped up, the corners of her eyes wrinkling with the effort of holding back her tears. "I should have known when you turned me down after what happened with Ricky that you weren't interested in me like that Cam, I-I understand. I'm sorry."

It should have ended there, but somehow my body refused to let her go, before I knew what I was doing I had chased after her and grabbed her from behind, holding her in a tight embrace. I knew I had begun crossing the line, now I had to know if she was willing to cross it with me.

"Taby you don't understand anything. I want you so bad it's literally killing me, I've spent the last few days desperately trying to keep myself under control every time I see you, but... we're step siblings now, if we do this there is gonna be a line of people who disprove. Dad, Casey, random strangers, the majority of our elderly relatives, probably a fair few of our friends too. I don't care about any of that stuff personally, but are willing to go through all that just for me?"

"Idiot. You're the one who doesn't understand." Taby pulled free of my hug and pounced on me, sending me crashing down onto the couch while she smothered me with kisses. Tears streaming down her cheeks but a huge smile plastered on her face.

We spent a long time just kissing there on the couch, revelling in the joy that can only be found in mutual love before Taby spoke up. "So if you wanted me that badly why did you push me away after what happened with Ricky? I get that you're worried about the consequences of us being together but-"

"Taby I'm gonna spell it out for you since you don't seem to be getting it. I. LOVE. YOU. I didn't want to be some rebound fuck to make you feel better after breaking up with your asshole boyfriend."

Taby went bright red and fled from my attempts to make eye contact, staring down at the floor I heard her mutter "I love you too."

"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that. What did you say?" 

"I said I love you too!" she yelled. "Geez."

I laughed and wrapped myself around her, bringing my face next to hers and proceeding to kiss the life out of her. I have no idea how long we just lay there kissing before Taby once again broke the silence.

"Okay Cam now I'm gonna be the one to spell this out to you because you're not getting it. When you said you loved me I nearly creamed my panties, I'm on the pill, I can feel your boner pressing against me and I'm currently so wet it's going to ruin my jeans. Will you PLEASE. FUCK. ME."

As she said this she rolled up on top of me and straddled my hips, she hadn't been lying about how wet she was, there was a visible wet patch spreading out from the crotch of her jeans, which she proceeded to press against my raging hard on. I let out a slight moan as she did and ran my hands down her hips, settling on her perfect ass.

"With pleasure."

There were plenty of sticky wet kisses and groping as we struggled our way out of our clothes, neither of us really wanted to let go of the other long enough to actually pull them off so eventually we just settled on being half undressed. Taby had her jeans around her ankles and both shoes but only one sock off, her jacket was god knows where and she had one arm out of her t-shirt. I was in a similar state of disarray, I'd at least managed to get my socks and shoes off but my jeans had only gotten as far as being unbuttoned, the head of my cock poking out from under my waistband. My shirt buttons were sporadically undone and I eventually settled on pulling it over my head, breaking the top button as I did.

"Holy Hell" I moaned as I lowered myself down between Taby's thighs, pulled her panties to one side and revealed her moist pussy in all its glory, carefully shaved and dripping wet. I gently parted her thighs until I could see her erect clit amidst the folds of flesh, my tongue slipped out and lapped at her clit briefly, I felt her flinch and heard her whimper gently.

"Someone's sensitive" I mumbled as I lapped at her pussy.

"Shut-uhhhhp" She moaned as I started to eat her out, sliding a finger into her cunt and slowly sliding my tongue over the folds of her pussy.

I brushed against her clit with my tongue again and felt her pussy contract around my finger, I was amazed at how tight she was. Seems I'd have to loosen her up a little, I carefully teased a second finger into her pussy and started to slowly slide my hand back and forth into her. I attacked her pussy with my tongue and steadily increased the tempo of my hand, I could feel Taby's whole body twitching and her pussy was spasming around my fingers. With a little prompting I could feel her orgasm rising, her pussy clenching tight around my fingers.

I felt Taby spasm and she let out a long guttural moan before her whole body relaxed and her pussy released my fingers, I looked up at her face. She was panting heavily and her cheeks were flushed red. "You okay Taby?" I asked smirking.

"Don't get cocky." She replied pulling her shirt off completely. "I'll wipe that smirk off your face."

Kicking off her jeans she knelt in front of me, brought her hands up to my waistband and slowly pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down, freeing my cock which had been straining against the confines of my underwear. My fully erect dick sprung free, only to slap Taby in the chin. I tried and failed to hold back my laughter when I saw the surprised look on her face, only for it to fade away when she attacked my cock with her tongue.

"You're huge." She muttered briefly, pulling her tongue away from my rod for a moment. "You've gotta be at least eight inches." I didn't respond, well couldn't would be more accurate.

I moaned in pleasure as her tongue lathered my dick, her blowjob felt incredibly moist and she didn't leave a single dry spot, coating my whole dick in a thick layer of spit. She looked up at me with a smirk and reached behind to unhook her bra, letting it fall away and her breasts spill out. Her tongue lolled leisurely out of her open mouth and great torrents of drool sloshed onto her uncovered breasts, then she cupped her breasts and wrapped them around my lubricated dick. "Lots of guys have asked me to titty fuck them like this." She told me giggling. She started to slide her ample bosom over my rod and it felt amazing, like fucking two fleshy marshmallows. "But you're the first, how does it feel?"

Before I could answer she leant in and closed her lips around the tip of my cock, suddenly I was assaulted by the dual sensations of her breasts and her tongue and lips, which were focusing solely on the most sensitive parts of my dick. It felt like electricity running through my dick, the sensitive parts of my flesh so over stimulated that individual sensation faded into an all-encompassing electric pleasure. My orgasm came before I even realised I was close to the edge and before I could warn Taby I erupted into her mouth, her eyes widened with surprise and she jerked away, my cum visibly leaking from the corners of her mouth. I released several more streams as she pulled away, painting the flesh of her breasts and stomach with my scent.

Taby smirked and gulped, I watched the bulge in her throat travel down into her stomach, then she smirked and parted her lips as if trying to prove she had swallowed it all. "A little warning next time please Cam, you nearly drowned me."

"Sorry." I replied sheepishly.

"Now come on, we need to get you ready for round two." No problems there, despite my orgasm my dick wasn't showing any signs of going soft and the sight of Taby swallowing my cum had made it completely forget about having cum already. "Wow." She said simply as she saw my dick was still hard. "That's a first."

I grinned. "I aim to please." I told her as she pressed her now completely naked body against me, I felt my own moist cum rub against me as she did, but rather than being disgusted it just made me feel more excited.




Tongue Tied



"How do you want it?" I asked planting a kiss on her my dick pressing up against her leg.

Taby slid away from me and spread herself out on the couch, before lifting one leg up over the back of the couch, her fingers sliding between her thighs and gently prising her pussy lips apart. "Give it to me Cam and don't stop until you've emptied your balls inside me."

I positioned myself in between her thighs and pressed the tip of my dick against her opening. "Is this what you want?" I asked rubbing gently against her clit. "Do you want me to fill up your tight little pussy like I did your mouth? Pump you full of my sticky cum until it overflows?"

"Holy shit yes." Taby moaned twisting her hips forwards in an attempt to push my cock inside. "Fuck that was sexy as hell Cam, give it to me already."

I plunged into her in one powerful stroke, my cock parted her lips and pushed its way inside of her fast and without mercy, I felt the head of my cock scrape against her deepest part and her already tight pussy clamped down on my member, her whole body shaking.

"Taby did you just-"

"Yes. Fuck. Don't you dare stop."

I could have cum just from entering her, she was hot, moist and tight. Her hot flesh constricting so tightly around my member that just pulling out again would be a challenge, but I wasn't ready to finish just yet. I wanted to make Taby cum again and again, only when she couldn't go on any more would I blow my load. I pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch of flesh slide free of her pussy little by little, once I was out I immediately began to slide back in at the same pace. Little by little, then when I was about half in I jolted forward and buried myself inside her once again. Taby let out a mild shriek and I felt her tighten up again, I don't think it was another orgasm but I could tell she was probably close. 

Her pussy primed for orgasm I continued fast and furious, it didn't take long before her whole body shook as she came again. I continued thrusting through her orgasm, she unexpectedly shifted, swinging her leg down off my shoulder and pressing herself against my chest. Her hands raking across my back.

"Taby?"

"Fuck Cam I can feel a big one coming. If you're going to blow your load I'd do it soon cos I don't know if I'll still be standing after this one-ahuhhhh." She moaned as I pushed up into her, her new position forcing me a few centimetres deeper than I had been before, forcing a little more of my member into her than she could take.

I could feel her breathing getting heavier and her pussy was twitching and squeezing my cock like never before. Alright. Time to paint her insides. Taby was moaning louder and louder with every stroke and I had relaxed my control slightly and could feel my orgasm building.

I practically roared as I fired into her, even though it was my second orgasm not only was it equally as intense but I unleashed just as much cum, if not more. For a moment as I emptied my balls into her moist cunt I was worried that I'd stopped short of her orgasm, only for Taby's back to arch and her lips to fly open. An ear shattering howl erupted from her mouth and her fingers clawed bloody trenches across my back as she shook, before falling limp into my shoulders. 

I deposited her gently onto the couch, glancing round I knew I couldn't leave things as they were. I managed to gather up our clothes and deposit them in the laundry basket then carry Taby's naked form upstairs, I didn't make it as far as my room however and simply collapsed next to Taby on her bed. Completely spent.

--

"Yo Tabitha you seen Cam? He's not in his-" THUD. I was awoken by the sound of Rio dropping the piles of cleans clothes he had been carrying.

"No. Fucking. Way." Rio sounded horrified.

Why was he being so obnoxious? I wondered for a moment, then two and two came together. I wasn't in my room, I wasn't Taby, I wasn't wearing any clothes. "Rio..."

"I cannot believe it." Shit. This was not the reaction I'd been hoping for.

"Rio..."

"You made Tabitha wear that stupid beanie in bed?" he yelled his tone changing from angry to a fit of laughter. "That's unbelievable!"

"You're a mother-fucker Rio." I scowled.

"Better than a sister fucker bro" he replied grinning. 

"Don't be an asshole Rio, it's not like that."

"Seriously?" I looked up at Rio, for a moment it almost looked like he was genuinely concerned. Then Taby started to wake up beside me.

"Morning Sleeping Booty." He retorted.

"Rio."

"Yes Blow White?"

"What the fuck did you just call me and why the hell are you in my room?"

"That would be laundry duty. Cinder... Dammit I can't think of anything else." He complained making for the door. "Well I'll leave the two of you alone. Don't worry I'll keep quiet. For now."

"Two of us..." Taby trailed off and rolled over to face me, finally realising I was lying next to her. "Well shit. That wasn't how I imagined people finding out about us."

I sighed and cracked a weak smile. "Well, that's one down at least. I guess we should break the news to dad and Casey."

--

"Could you repeat that please?"

I did, dad blinked in disbelief. He was sat at the kitchen table and had been eating breakfast content, Casey had left an hour or so before and the day had been peaceful, until Taby and I had entered hand in hand and blurted out a jumbled confession at him, now he was just staring mournfully at his cornflakes and occasionally mumbling.

"So you and Tabitha?"

"Dad."

"Tabitha and you?"

"Dad."

"My Son and my Step Daughter."

"DAD!" My father finally stopped mumbling and looked up at me.

I looked at him pleadingly. "I really love her dad."

My dad looked at me long and hard, it was one of those fatherly looks, the kind that indicated he was making one of those important parental decisions. Then with an anguished sigh he pressed one hand against his temple and removed an old key from his pocket, handing it to me alongside the keys to his truck. I feared the worst.

"In about ten minutes I am going to leave and go to work, then after work I am going to pick Casey up from work, we are going to drive back here, I am going to sit her down and have a very long and likely unpleasant talk. That key will get you into a log cabin about twenty minutes away in the Earnshaw Woods, type Casey's Cabin into the GPS and it'll show you where to go, you are going to be there and not here when I get home with Casey and stay in the cabin until we come and get you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Completely dad. And thanks."

"Don't thank me yet." He muttered grabbing his coat and heading out. "The worst is yet to come."

--

The cabin was not what we were expecting, instead of a shack in the woods what we stumbled across was a thousand times more grandiose. On the outside it was a humble one bedroom cabin, on the inside however it was furnished like a mansion. Incredibly expensive couches and gold laces curtains, pristine new crockery and a huge elaborate and likely expensive rug. Not to mention an enormous ornamental fireplace complete with shining silver basket filled to the brim with firewood, the place looked expensive and interestingly enough well used. I wondered if this was where our parents had been last night.

"Well now we know why they could only afford a small wedding." Taby muttered as we wandered around the cabin taking everything in.

"This...this is not what I was expecting." Was all I could offer in reply.

We started by getting the fire going, as soon as that was done we set about attempting to make some lunch. Three tries later we were able to enjoy fairly edible omelettes in front of the fire, no longer having to restrain myself I enjoyed being openly affectionate towards Taby and she loved it. We spent the afternoon cuddling, making out, teasing each other, watching TV and just genuinely wasting time together. The day passed quickly and with no sign of either dad or Casey, as it started getting to the point where I wondered if we should consider what to do if we had to stay the night Taby erupted from the bathroom in a fit of excitement.

"Oh my god Cam you'll never guess what I just found in the bathroom cabinet!" She proclaimed thrusting forward a bottle of lube, expensive stuff as well.

My jaw dropped and I cringed. "You don't think dad and Casey have been trying..." I didn't want to say it out loud.

"Anal?" asked Taby bluntly. "Huh. Maybe. What about you? You ever thought about trying it?"

I had a feeling I knew where she was going with this. "Is that something you're into? Anal?"

She looked indecisive. "I've never tried it before, but..."

"You're curious?"

"Yeah." She replied looking at the bottle thoughtfully. "But only with you." She insisted. "I wouldn't trust any of the other guys I've dated to do that kinda stuff, I mean some of them I didn't even trust enough to have regular sex."

I laughed and walked over to her. "Well if you want to try it I'm up for it. Couldn't hurt."

"Maybe not you" Taby muttered.

"I'll be gentle." I told her kissing her on the cheek. "So how do you wanna do this?"

"Umm... I guess I'll go clean out my asshole." She said as bluntly as ever. "Then we'll go from there I guess."

I laughed again. "You're so wonderfully crude Taby."

She giggled and skipped into the bathroom, there was a silence for a while and then I started to hear quiet whimpers and moans from the bathroom. I knocked lightly on the door. "Taby? You okay in there?"

"It feels weird." She chimed from inside. "But I guess I'm almost done."

She emerged from the bathroom naked, pouting and walking with a slight hobble, thrusting the bottle of lube into my hands. "You better lube that thing of yours up before you come anywhere near my asshole Cam, it's big enough in my pussy."

"You're so cute. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Lube up." She insisted.

"Alright" I quickly stripped off my clothes before squirting some of the lube into my hand and beginning to rub myself hard, with Taby stood butt naked in front of me it didn't take much. Pretty soon my cock was as lubricated as it could get, however while I'd been lubing myself I'd noticed that the nozzle for the bottle was funnel shaped, with smooth edges at the top, which had given me an idea.

As Taby battled with herself about whether or not she really wanted to do this I slipped behind her and dropped to my knees. "What are you-woah-ah!" She exclaimed as I slipped the bottle into her puckered (and pristinely clean) asshole and squeezed hard, injecting some of the lube straight up into her intestines.

"Cam-uhhh." She yelled suddenly wobbling slightly, her legs crossing. "It feels soooo weird." She moaned.

"Shall we?"

I let Taby lead, she hobbled awkwardly to the couch and I followed, I lay down on the couch and she clambered on top of me and began the painfully long process of lowering herself onto my cock. My rod was pressed up against her waiting rosebud, I could feel tiny drops of lube dripping out of her asshole and sliding down my member. Taby was clearly nervous, her breasts heaving against her chest as she took long deep breaths, every once in a while I would feel her opening press against my cock briefly before she would pull away again. Eventually she stopped staring down at where our bodies met and looked me straight in the eye.

"Cam do it for me." She said her gaze never flinching.

"Taby?"

"I need you to do it for me, just spear me in one, don't even think about it. Just do it."

"You sure?" She nodded and took a deep breath. I did the same. "3... 2... 1..." I placed my hands on her hips, tensed my muscles and "0." Plunged straight up and into her.

A loud shriek erupted from Taby and I quickly shifted forward, embracing her and cradling her shaking form. "Taby are you okay?" I asked concerned when I saw tears forming in her eyes. "Should I take it out?

"No." She managed, her voice clearly strained. "Just don't move and don't let go of me okay?"

Even though I'd been the one who had offered to take it out I was glad when she said no, this felt different, but good. Unlike Taby's pussy, which was full of differing sensations and textures her ass had only two overriding sensations. It was tight, and hot. Very tight and very hot, it would probably be even hotter and tighter if my cock wasn't drowning in lubricant.

I remained deathly still, Taby shaking in my arms for what seemed like an eternity until I felt her move against me. "I think I'm okay now." She said weakly. "Try moving a bit." 

Slowly, painfully so, I slid back out of her, and then back in. I could hear her panting heavily as I did. "Are you ok?" I asked concerned as I began to push back in.

"It feels so weird." She moaned. "It hurts but in a weirdly good way. I don't really get it but I think I like it. Try going faster."

I knew what she meant, this level of tightness was more than my dick was used to, it felt like there was a vice gripping my cock every time I thrust into her and it hurt slightly. That pain however, seemed to mix with the new sensations to create something that wasn't quite pleasure or pain, weird was the right word to describe it. I started to thrust harder and harder, and Taby started to moan underneath me, her ass tightened up even more and the lube started to spill out, her asshole getting hotter and hotter.

I was starting to feel it too, this unbearable heat was starting to spread throughout my body, I felt something hot rising up inside me. I wanted to cum, but this felt different to normal, again there was that strange mixture of pleasure and pain.

"I'm gonna cum Taby!" I yelled.

"Fuck me too. Maybe. Uhh. I don't even know. I need something in my pussy Cam." She yelled, she had started to pull away from me and was adding her own movement to my clumsy upward thrusts twisting and writhing on my pole.

I took one of my hands off her thighs and slid two digits into her drooling pussy, pumping them in and out and tweaking her clit with my thumb as I did. Her moans redoubled and I could see she was enjoy that. "Oh fuck I am coming!" she yelled leaning back. "Oh Fuck yeah Cam. Finger fuck my pussy while you ram my tight little asshole! Cum in my ass Cam, pump your jizz into my asshole while you finger fuck my pussy. OH FUCK!"

Taby howled and her asshole tightened as she orgasmed, and I followed shortly after, pumping a huge load into her awaiting asshole. It was an orgasm unlike any other, it felt as if I was coming magma and I felt an intense rush of heat erupt from me as I jizzed.

I don't think dad and Casey could have walk in at a worse time if they'd tried.

--

"He was violating my daughter Richard!"

"Honey it was completely consensual. If it's okay for us to do it why not them?"

"That's not... I mean. ARGH!"

"Look I know you're a little shocked but we talked about this, what we caught them doing doesn't change anything."

Casey let out a loud huff and stormed into the bedroom where we'd been waiting for them, stopping only to scowl at me she stomped up to Taby and glared at her. "Do you love him Taby?" she demanded.

"More than anyone in the world mum." Taby replied trying her best to withstand her mother's gaze, I couldn't help but smile at this. Only to receive another enraged glare from Casey.

"What about you Cam? Do you love my daughter?" Jesus she looked scary as hell.

"So much it hurts."

Casey's expression softened and she loud out a bereaved sigh. "Well then I guess there's nothing we can do. Neither of us will get in your way."

Our faces lit up and I leant over and kissed Taby, only to be wrenched apart by Casey. "However." She exclaimed fiercely. "There are going to be a LOT of ground rules, and you and I are going to be having words about some of the things I heard coming out of your mouth young lady." She gave Taby a slightly less intense glare and Taby blushed in response.

For a moment I looked between Casey and Taby nervously. "Oh go on then" Casey said, guessing immediately what I wanted.

I grinned happily and leant forward, pulling Taby's beanie off and letting her crimson locks flow freely down her shoulders. "Cam?" I heard Taby ask questioningly, but I didn't need to speak for what I was about to do. I kissed her as passionately as I could, a sense of intense relief flooding through me. We'd gotten our parents approval! Even Rio seemed okay with our relationship.

Compared to that, a little red hair wasn't a big deal.

--

Despite not being incest I think this is my favourite thing I've written so far, Taby is certainly my favourite female character. It certainly had the most revised endings, originally stopping just after the rape scene (you can imagine what different choice Cam made) and then just after the first sex scene (but that ending felt kind of sudden and since I didn't and still don't have any plans to write a sequel I wanted a better ending.) and thus the whole thing ended up being a lot longer than I expected. Oh and fans of real incest will be happy to know that I'm already around half way through the true sequel (as opposed to An Older Brother's Job which was kinda a spin off) of It started With His Bass. And after that I'm going to be writing either an older sister or mother story. I have several thousand or so word beginnings lying around I plan to finish. Hope you enjoyed my story and as always your criticism or opinions are welcome and encourage, I love to hear what people think about my stories!



Tongue Twisted



Our bodies felt incredibly warm as we lay together with the electric blanket on. Samantha's lips were moist, soft and inviting. Her bosoms felt large and the nipples were stiff as they pushed against my own chest. We kissed, and our lips shared that incredible buzz of a first kiss. Shortly after, our tongues danced the merry dance of a deep tongue kiss only two women can share.

As she lay on her stomach, I marvelled at the curves and tightness of her legs and gorgeous butt. I knew that the reason she was so magnificent was that she was young enough to be my daughter. Samantha was twenty two. I looked her in the eyes and we kissed again, my experienced tongue teaching her the skills that make us aroused by using just our tongues. I reached up and slowly started to scratch her back with my long nails. She moaned and looked away, exposing the whole of her back to my touch. Again I raked my nails along the length of her spine, scratching each bump of a vertebrae, accentuating the erotic sensations I knew she was getting from my touch. I increased my pace and pressure, until I knew she was wanting more pleasure. I reached to my dresser and found my strawberry flavoured massage oil.

I slowly, and ever so erotically, dripped the scented oil down between her shoulder blades and onto the succulent globes of her ass. Then, positioning myself in a squat position over her lower thighs, I started to massage the oil into her relaxed and tanned shoulders and back. Once her back was covered with oil, she glistened in the light and looked amazing. I reached up and wiped the excess oil on my own bosoms, my nipples hardening at the touch of my own hands, anticipating the next move. Slowly, I lowered my body down towards her slippery back until my nipples brushed her spine. I teased her, and lifted myself up again, before lowering my breasts totally down and smothering her shoulders with my squashed boobs. I moved up and down, the oily friction just enough to make me crazy with arousal. My nipples have always been electric, and tonight was no different. The mashing movement continued and her back felt totally sexy against my swollen nipples and squashed flesh as I moved up and down spreading the oil and enhancing the massage. My pussy was itching for some attention, and so I lowered my crutch until it hit the muscle of her thigh just above her knee. I positioned myself slightly too the right, so that her muscle tendons were able to flicker and tweak my aching clit as I massaged her back with my boobs. It was heaven. 

Slowly we increased the tempo of our lesbian lovemaking, until I knew I had to orgasm. I lifted my back and arched my shoulders so that my clitoris was able to flicker her eg beautifully, and then crashed into a magnificent orgasm upon the slippery back of my lesbian lover. I collapsed onto her oily spine, my slippery nipples electrically charged with climax, and I could not help but rub my tits furiously upon her shoulder blades, the slight pressure increasing the intensity of the wonderful cum I was experiencing. I lay on top of her rubbing until my orgasm subsided and then began to kiss her. The flavoured oils were wonderful to lick and kiss as my sexy tongue snaked it's way along the bumps of her spine and headed south towards her globes and the musky hole that lay mysteriously hidden between them. I moved back slightly, just as she lifted her hips enough to open and expose her anus to my touch. Carefully and teasingly, I rubbed a small amount of oil around the bud, without actually pushing inside. I tortured her asshole with pleasure, until she pushed backwards, her actions demanding some attention to her dark hole with my fingers. I used my thumb, and began a slow circular motion upon the actual opening to her sphincter. Slowly, she responded, pushing back, until I actually pushed a the first knuckle of my thumb inside her wonderful tight ass. Then just as suddenly as I had breached her virgin asshole, I removed it, only to replace my thumb with my wicked, flickering tongue. I felt the small ripples of her opening in my mouth, and then pushed the tip of my hot and wanting tongue inside her ass. She moaned loudly and pushed back again, impaling my tongue upon her butt hole as she tried hard to tongue fuck me with her ass. I responded by gripping both her cheeks firmly, and spreading them wide open, totally exposing her bum hole to my taste.

By this time I was keen for her to orgasm, and so I began a dual motion. My tongue acted as a cock, fucking her ass with fast stabbing motions, her musky scent enveloping my taste buds as I tongue fucked her bottom. My hand had wandered to her pussy, and my index finger found her now very swollen clit, and flickered across it in the motion that makes us girls cum hard and fast. And cum she did. I marvelled at the exotic sight before me as my tongue fucked her ass and felt every spasm of her young body as the climax ripped through her muscles. She moaned and squealed as she jammed her asshole back against my face, burying my wiggling and probing tongue deep inside her rectum, as my fingers danced the orgasmic movement over her throbbing clitoris. She bucked, convulsed and then screamed as the peak of her orgasm gripped her nubile young body. She went rigid, then collapsed, my tongue and fingers slowing their motion as the intensity of her first lesbian climax overwhelmed her.

We cuddled for a few minutes, before sharing a cool drink and several hot kisses. 

"Thank you Dee. That was amazing. I had no idea sex could be so warm and intense without a cock". She smiled at me.

"Sweetheart, it was my pleasure. But, now it's your turn to learn and to pleasure me."

With that I rolled back and lay on my stomach, my legs slightly splaying open, inviting my young lover to delve between my legs and devour my shaven pussy with her virgin tongue. I put my hands behind my head as I felt her warm breath approach my cunt. Again I splayed my legs further apart, and then I felt it. That unmistakable feeling of a tongue on your clitoris. She was hot, wet and pleasingly firm as she flicked my clit with her tongue. I reached down and pinched my nipples, extending them about an inch from their normal position, as she worked me towards my own orgasm. One hand snaked down and gripped her by the head, forcing her to add more pressure to her ministrations on my clitoris. I was really wet by now, and wanted to cum more than anything. This talented young woman was returning the favour nicely. As I thought she could pleasure me no more, her tongue working magic as it licked, sucked and flickered my engorged clit, she pushed a finger into my tight asshole, working it in until the second knuckle was buried deep inside my tight ass. She didn't stop there. Two fingers, then three entered my butthole, and she pushed in further, fucking my ass wonderfully, sending me into a headlong orgasm of anal fucking proportions! As I thrashed on my pillow and pinched my own nipples hard, she pumped her fingers deep inside me and relentlessly lashed my clit with her tongue. It was sensational, and the orgasm lasted almost a minute as I came like a thunderbolt on this young woman's tongue and hand deep inside my ass.

Sitting in his chair watching us, with his fat erection in his hand, my husband Steve moaned and smiled as I orgasmed at the hands, literally, of this young princess. He was filming all the action, and the strange thing was that there were two tripods in the room....the camera one and the one in Steve's fist as he suggestively pumped it up and down, pointing the one eyed devil straight at me. In my post-orgasmic bliss, I rolled over and made to go to him, but she stopped me. Grasping me by the shoulder, she whispered softly into my ear as he tongue snaked its way along my lobe.

"Allow me".

And with that she moved off the bed and slowly, on her knees, crawled across the room to where Steve was sitting, his sizable erection almost bursting through it's cute little helmet when he realised what was about to happen.

Samantha approached Steve sexily, her nubile young body working it's magic on us both as I watched her hot and tight ass wiggle it's way across the carpet. She approached him, and without a word, I saw her engulf his amazing cock with her mouth. The mouth she had just finished licking me to orgasm with as she finger fucked my own tight ass. She bobbed up and down, then wickedly turned to face me, her left cheek bulging from the massive head of Steve's cock as she held in there, then 'popped' it out with a nasty chuckle, before engulfing the whole thing in one go, right down to the pubic hair! I smiled back, my fingers finding my sopping pussy once more as I watched my husband get blown by this vixen.

She had quite a good technique for one so young. Her hand pumped away at the looser skin towards the base of Steve's shaft, and her tongue, teeth and lips focussed on the tender and more sensitive skin at the rim of his helmet, the part that makes all you men cum in our hungry mouths! Steve was watching her closely now, and I pushed two fingers inside my pussy, wanting to cum together with my husband. He must have seen the movement, because suddenly his eyes were focussed on me, and I spoke quietly to him across the room.

"Let's cum together baby............cum in her mouth as I finger fuck myself here on the bed waiting for your big cock to fill my hungry cunt".

And with that he was gone - simple as that! Mind you, the head job he was getting from Samantha was probably the major cause, but I am certain that the thought in his mind of the scene before him helped too. He suddenly gripped her by the head and jammed, yes, literally, JAMMED his spurting cock into her mouth and throat, feeding her his yummy sperm I had tasted so often. On the bed the three fingers inside my cunt and the one flicking my clitoris had the same effect and I crashed into yet another wonderful climax. On her knees, Samantha was now lapping at the juices on Steve's cock that had escaped her mouth during his cum. She was polishing his knob and fondling his recently emptied balls. It was a very horny sight, and I was enjoying my own post orgasmic sex show as she sucked and cleaned up my husband, having just swallowed his cum in front of me, his wife!

We took a brief break, all three of us, and adjourned to the loungeroom for a drink. Steve simply walked naked, his cock now rather soft, into the kitchen and retrieved three glasses and some juice for us all to quench our thirst. Samantha put on one of my satin robes, and I grabbed a small pair of silky shorts, deciding to let my 36B boobs bounce free. They were once a nice and large 36C, but the years and child rearing had taken their toll. Still, I was proud of my body, and felt no need to cover myself from Samantha considering what we had just done together! We sipped on our drinks and chatted. It was lovely. But I was not finished. I still had not been fucked, and I was determined to feel a real cock inside my pussy before we finished our lovemaking together.

As Steve got up to put his empty glass on the sink, I followed him, and using my hips, pinned my hubby to the sink, my hands snaking round to grab his cock and balls and give them a nice firm squeeze. He responded rapidly, turning his head to deeply tongue kiss me on the mouth, as his cock swelled in my hands to the size I liked it...........big and erect! I continued to play with his cock, my cock, the one I loved and knew so well. He turned to face me, and I lead him by the cock to the rug in front of the fireplace. Steve lay me down and removed my shorts, exposing my open and already wet pussy which had experienced several mind blowing orgasms already that afternoon. Without a word, he stood up again, and went to Samantha, who was sitting on a bar stool sipping her juice and watching the action with interest. Taking her by the hands, he stood her up and slowly removed the satin robe, dropping it in a puddle at her feet. He lead her across to where I was now lying, on my back, and placed her gently on top of me facing the opposite direction. I knew what he wanted.

"I want to watch you.........I want to watch you lick each other" he spoke quietly, smiling.

On the rug we embraced in the classic 69 position and our tongues began to work their magic on each other's pussy. It was delightful to once more be licking such a gorgeous woman as my husband watched. After about five minutes of licking and probing with my tongue, I rolled Samantha over so that she was on her back and I was on top of her, and continued to lick her juicy box. Suddenly I felt a hand on my ass, a third hand! It was Steve, and the helmeted pleasure dome was back at full size. I knew what he wanted, so I parted my legs even further as I knelt over Samantha and tongue fucked her. Steve pushed the head of his cock inside me, just teasing. He was an excellent tease, and he knew that the first few inches of cock only made me squeal and beg for more. I didn't want to break off the fantastic 69 Samantha and I were enjoying, but I wanted his fat cock deeper inside me. I jammed backwards, momentarily dislodging her tongue from my clit. She got the hint, and wriggled forward a few inches on the rug, allowing Steve to totally, deeply, fuck my hungry pussy as she licked me towards my umpteenth orgasm that day!

He now had me gripped by the hips and was using his deepest, longest strokes to fuck me doggy style as I had my pussy licked by Sam. It was delightful. Each time the hot and wet pole of pleasure disappeared, I almost unconsciously drove my tongue deeper inside Sam's cunt, demanding the return of the deep fucking with my pussy at the same time. Our threesome must have looked awesome, with me being doggie fucked by Steve, as Sam and I licked and sucked on each other's pussies and rubbed our bodies against each other, still glistening from the oil we had used earlier. Sam was the first to cum, and she almost bit off my clitoris as she climaxed under my tongue. I kept licking until her spasms had subsided before concentrating on the fucking I was getting from my hubby, Steve. Sam now focussed purely on licking my clit, and with each fuck stroke from Steve's wonderful cock, the hood of my clit was exposed a little more. This allowed Sam better access and meant that my orgasm was fast approaching. I knew Steve couldn't hold on long, and so I crashed into my own orgasm before he had a chance to cum. I thrashed and thrashed on Sam's tongue as Steve simply held his gorgeous cock deep inside me until the waves of pleasure had subsided.

It was now Steve's turn to cum, and I wanted it to be special for him, given that he'd watched me fuck this hot young girl in front of him on our very own bed.

I told him to stop, and at first he protested, but, when he saw what I was planning, he smiled and popped his very hard cock out of my now gaping pussy! I told Sam to kneel on the other side of Steve, with me facing her, our tongues level with his erection. Then, we both sucked and licked and played with his cock and balls. I knew he loved this, and I also knew he loved hearing me talk dirty, so I began my gutter talk as the two of us women made him cum.

"OOoh yes baby, cum on my face, make me feel the splash of your hot fuck juice all over my eyes, my chin, my nose and my tongue. That's it baby, spray Sam as she tongues your ass you stud. Cum on, spray your hot sticky cum all over us as we tongue kiss each other. We want to be drowned with your sticky love juice baby - cum on us NOW!!"

And with that he did. It was massive. I managed to cop the first spurt in my eye, and the second he pointed right at Sam's hot tongue that was lewdly poking out, begging for a dollop of cum. The third squirted into my hair, and after that his hand was a blur as it pulled and pointed his cumming cock every which way, making sure that we were both totally soaked with his cum. Steve collapsed into one of the lounge chairs, as I reached forward and cupped Sam's face in my hands. I leaned forward and gently licked the cum off her face neck and boobs. I enjoyed the taste of my husband's cum, and the sexiness of licking and eating it off a woman I had just fucked was amazing.

The video was sensational, and has triggered many fuck sessions since.

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Tongues and Toes



It was a warm spring night, for a dinner with friends at an upscale, trendy restaurant somewhere in the city. We both dressed a little nicer than the norm because the occasion and location demanded it. I was in a blazer, blue shirt and blue and green striped tie, but I couldn't hold a candle to how beautiful and sexy you were--a slim, shiny black cocktail dress, thin straps at the shoulders and a little lower in the front than usual. You also wore black stockings and heels. When you were getting ready, I caught a peek of my favorite black thong nestled in the front and rear of my gorgeous wife. 

During the dinner, I could tell you tried to be playful tonight. While waiting for a drink at the bar, I stood right behind you as the bartender assembled things. I was surprised, for a second, to feel you inching back into me, your behind pressed firmly against my groin. Once we had cocktails in hand, you slid slowly across me, making sure I felt it. As we sat next to each other throughout the night, we found ourselves engaged in touch the whole time. My arms draped around your shoulders, just to have my thumb graze the flesh of your back. You rubbed my thigh as a friend told a story, your finger nails giving me goose bumps when you inched too close to the top. Whispers in your ear, hands intertwined by dessert, and playful pats on your rear as we prepared to leave told you that I was happy to reciprocate.

The valet returned with the car and opened the driver's door.

"You drive home, ok?" you requested sweetly.

"Ok," I replied.

As I got in, you walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door to the back seat. The valet had moved to the next car, and I couldn't figure out what was happening.

"Honey, why are--"

"Just drive," you instructed, this time more stern than sweet.

"But, I--"

"I have to fix something on my dress, and I need more room, ok?" you finally explained, a little exasperated. "And can you turn on the heat? It's chilly in here." I was starting to feel guilty for interrupting what had been a perfect night, hoping I hadn't ruined the flirty spirit in my wife.

I pulled out of the lot and headed up the street. The good news was that I drove to the restaurant and knew the way home. Rather than take the highway, I navigated a few side streets to get to Marietta Street, and then headed toward home.

The radio on low, I could hear you moving around a bit in the back seat.

"Do you need help?" I asked. With the random streetlights only providing glimpses, I couldn't tell what you were doing.

"Actually, I do need help." Between the two front seats I felt something protrude. I glanced at your two legs, which I could see from the knees down, aloft on the arm rests. "I don't want to wrinkle my dress, so could you take off my heels?"

You knew I would be glad to fulfill such a request, and I obliged quickly, using my right hand at the base of each heel to lift off each one. I didn't say a word, and could hardly catch my breath, and I tried to remain calm so you couldn't see my excitement. Without shoes in the way, you crossed your ankles and rested them on the middle console. Using my right hand, I grasped the toes on your left foot, gently massaging them. Warm and soft to my touch, I spent time stroking each one encased in a satin stocking. It was difficult to concentrate on the road, but I kept my eyes ahead while my hands rubbed for a few minutes.

After a couple of blocks, I felt you withdraw your legs. I was both relieved and sad--maybe you gave me a little treat just to entice me before we got home, but it probably wasn't that comfortable for you anyway. I hear a bit of a shuffle and then feel your legs on the console again. At a stoplight I glance down to see your stockings at your knees.

"Can you get those off using one hand too?" you ask in a quiet whisper. I look in my rearview mirror and you catch my eyes. Glaring right at me with direct sensuality, I respond with my hand as I peel each stocking down and off your smooth and silky legs. 

As the car starts rolling, my hand runs up and down your legs, to your luscious, red-painted toes, to your soft soles, and I can hear your deep breathing, a little louder than before. I can't say a word because I'm more than aroused. The very pit of my stomach is aching at the touch of your body. I want to pull over and take your body into my hands, but we're far from home.

It's a minute or two later when you slide your legs back, and I take inventory of myself. My ears are hot, my mouth is dry, and I can feel sweat on my brow. Having taken a pill stealthily during dessert, your indulgence in my secret craving has produced a monstrous erection and I've been leaking a small pool's worth of liquid during the fun. My chest is tight and firm--what I wouldn't give to feel your hands or tongue caress my chest to bring me closer to ecstasy. 

My seat nudges forward, something pushing it from behind the headrest. As we pass another streetlamp, I see your legs propped on the top of each seat, high in the air. You've slid forward a bit, arched so you can explore your own body. Still entranced by your deep, rhythmic breaths, I'm dying to know what's happening. And then I hear it, the unmistakable sound of you coaxing the wetness from the deep of your sex.

"Ohhhhhhhh," you moan slightly while your fingers stroke delicately. Driving faster to the next light, the flicker lets me see your moments of pleasure. I can hear you enthralled, and I'm dying to be with you. I want to plunge my hands, my tongue, or my screaming rod into you. I want to spread your lips, I want to taste your sweet honey, and I need to bury myself deep inside you.

Your legs slide over the shoulder of the front seats, and I feel your left foot brush from my neck to my cheek. Tingling with sexual energy, I can't contain myself and must have some part of you. I turn my head slightly and take your toes in my mouth, slightly cool and salty on my tongue. I can feel my loins spasm and a stream jets from my hard member to soak my shorts. 

"Oh.........ohhhhhh," you utter, making me shameless and uninhibited in enjoying myself. I roll my tongue around and between each one, taking my time savor every moment that I'm licking and sucking until I take them all in my mouth again. Three more contractions pulse my short orgasm to a close.

I can hear your pace quicken, and I know you are close, and then your hand eases a bit.

"I want you inside me. I want to cum with you." 

We are almost home, my hands shaking to turn the wheel as we arrive at our street. Peeking behind me, I see your perfect naked body, save for the black thong pulled to its side. One of your hands pinches your left nipple while the other rubs gently on your clit. I love watching you. I love you for letting me watch you.

As I pull in the driveway, you straighten and sit up, leaning forward to whisper in my ear.

"Can I have my shoes? I don't want to get my feet dirty," with a wicked smile you say, "or at least not until you get them dirty." My mind races at the thought of your toes between my legs, stroking me until stream after stream covers your feet as they are soaked with my seed. Shaking myself from the vision, I lean to get your black heels and stockings from the seat and turn to hand them to you. Our faces meet for a deep, long, tongue-twisting kiss. I can feel your passion, your love, and your desire to share everything with each other tonight.

"I can't wait to have you upstairs," I say as we break. I turn to open my door and you slide on your shoes. The garage is open, but no lights are on, the house and street are dark. I stand by the car waiting for you to appear, and when you do, I am speechless. Dress in one hand and purse in the other, you climb out of the car in your heels and thong, baring your body to the world for a couple of seconds--a sheepish smile on your face as you do it. Four casual steps cause your breasts to bounce slightly, and I gaze at your perfect ass as you walk by. At the edge of the garage I find you with my hands, grab you by the waist to pull you close. A small gentle kiss turns steamy again in the cool, quiet dark.

"Surprised?" you ask while I'm caught with my mouth wide open. "Now let's go inside! I'm freezing!" I hear you squeal a little and scoot to the door, waiting for my help to get you inside.

Door unlocked, alarm off, to the kitchen for water, and you beat me to the bedroom to get under the covers. I'm still in my shirt, tie, and pants, and it's clear that I'm overdressed.

Already on the bed and under a blanket, I can see your legs are slightly spread and your hands are already bringing your juices back to life. Pillows are propped behind you to keep you mostly sitting up as you watch me undress. Kicking off my shoes and socks first, I work quickly to remove my tie and shirt, and my pants drop in a second. Standing in my t-shirt and boxers, I look down to see the stain on the right side of my shorts.

"What happened?" you ask in a comforting tone, but I can tell you are nervous that our night could be over.

"Um...that's from the car when...umm..." I'm stammering and shy, though we both know what I did.

"When you sucked on my toes? Did that make you cum?" You seem curious and delighted by the idea.

I'm paralyzed. What do I say? My face is red. I can't look at you and turn to go into the bathroom.

"Wait." You pull the blanket aside and gesture for me to get in bed with you. "Honey, it's ok. I know you like my feet, and if it makes you happy I want to do it for you. I was really turned on knowing that you were enjoying it. It felt a little weird at first, but I kind of like it. As long as I don't have to do it to you, you can have my feet and toes anytime you want. We should be able to tell each other what we want, right?"

"Right," I say, still feeling embarrassed, but lucky that such an amazing woman loves me.

"So if you want me to do something for you, just tell me, ok?"

"I guess so. What about you?" I ask, turning things just a bit.

"What about me?" you say, a little puzzled.

"What do you want? You did something nice for me, but what would be good for you?" I ask as I slip my hand under the sheet to touch your breast. My hand gently grasps your flesh and squeezes from the sides. After playing for a few seconds, I finally reach your nipple, hard and ripe for me to roll between my fingers. You inhale quickly and close your eyes.

"What do you want?" I ask again.

"I want you in my mouth."

"WHAT?" as I withdraw my hand from your chest and sit up a bit.

"You asked what I wanted, and that's what I want. I've been thinking about it since the car."

"But this sounds like something else for me. I want to do something to you, make you feel good" I hesitantly reply. 

"Are you going to argue with me about getting a blowjob right now? Kneel in front of me," you command sweetly.

I oblige and peel off my boxers. Since you're sitting almost straight up, this will be a weird position, but I'm not going to question it. I straddle your body with my knees near your waist. When I go from sitting to upright, my soft but swollen member is right in front of you, and you go to work immediately. 

A drop of clear liquid extends from the tip and your finger swirls it around the head. Next your tongue begins to lick the under side of the shaft, and my body responds as the blood rushes to get me hard in a flash. Satisfied that it's ready for further attention, you plunge your mouth onto my quivering cock. 

"Ahhhh...oh god......ohhhhhhhhh," I can't contain myself from uttering. I love the way you suck, gentle but confident. Your mouth is so warm and inviting, and watching you love me gives me even more pleasure. Between the long, slow sucking motion and the faster stroking of your hands, all of the nerves in my body are on fire. You inhale me once more, taking the full length of my shaft deep into your mouth. Hovering for a moment, I feel a small spasm from deep below as your throat caresses me more.

I don't want to lose control, so I withdraw to cease your oral skills. You look disappointed, but I need a short break. I lift my dick and pull it up toward my body, away from your hungry mouth, which gives you an idea, one I don't expect. Holding myself, I close my eyes and slow my breathing, when I feel a moist sensation again, this time on my balls. Your tense, firm tongue prods each one, and wanting more, you open your mouth and take them. A gentle sucking motion has me squirming with pleasure.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I exclaim as I've never felt that sensation before. I look down and your eyes connect with mine. Unconsciously I start to stroke myself again while your mouth still works on my balls. Finally you come up for air and smile at me.

"That was awesome!" I erupt with a thankful tone.

"I think I got a hair," you say and then attempt to retrieve it from your tongue. "Now what do you want?" you ask once again.

"It's got to be your turn," I respond in exasperation.

I dismount and roll over on my back. Your hand on my penis keeps my passion alive. You slide down my body and begin to suck me again. Once my manhood is inside your mouth, your hands push my legs wider. First on my balls, then underneath, you finally reach a vulnerable spot. My body tenses and I don't know what to do. 

Your mouth pops off for a moment to say, "Trust me." I feel your finger run circles around the spot, and it feels good. I trust you and love you and don't want you to stop. You're licking and sucking me while a finger caresses me, making soft circles on my sensitive flesh. 

"Mmmmmmm....oh god......yes........."

Perhaps satisfied with your work or tired from all the effort, you withdraw your hands and mouth from my body and slide yourself up on top of me, when your face meets mine. I kiss you as passionately as I can, plunging my tongue into your mouth, swirling it with your tongue and lips. I can taste myself on your mouth, and it drives me wild. The salty, bitter taste of my own sex tells me you love each and every inch of my body, and I love you back for it.

You breathing is fast and your mouth covers mine as I feel your body meet mine down below. The head of my cock sits at the door to heaven, and you push down to slide my shaft inside of you. We both gasp as I enter you, and our eyes lock, filled with lust and love.

Up and down you move, your body pressed against me. You lean back, arching your body straight up, and I can see your chest flush with red. Your breasts are tight and firm, and your nipples ache for my mouth, so you lean your right side down to me. I take a breast it in my hand and plant my mouth to suck it gently, then firmly.

"Ahhhhh," you moan softly while we thrust together. 

"Wait," I say, as I interrupt the fun. You stop moving and I roll you off of me.

"What's wrong?" you ask. 

"Nothing."

"Why did you stop?"

"Because it's you're turn," I say as I change the arrangement to have you on your back. "Tell me what you what," I request innocently.

Silence from you.

"Tell me. It's not fair to play it this way, you know."

"Ok, ok," and you finally give in. "I want your tongue between my legs, and then I want you to take me from behind." There is assurance and comfort in your voice, and it's exciting to hear you say the words.

I smile and kiss you sweetly. From your mouth, I kiss your cheek and then down your neck. My hands have already moved between your legs, and I can feel your juices covering your lips. From your neck I run my tongue down to your shoulder and then I cover your chest in small kisses. I give one nipple a suck while I tug the other, and I know you are getting hotter by the second. I pick up from the middle of your chest and down to your stomach, where I hover at your belly button to build the tension. I kiss down one side all the way to your hip, then lower to the inside of your thigh. I jump across the middle again to kiss the other thigh, and you squirm because you can't take anymore. 

"Please," you exhale, and I can see the hunger in your eyes.

"Please, what?" I tease just a little longer. I finally sink lower to meet the spot of my dreams, glistening with honey and waiting to be devoured. Except for a small tuft of curls at the top, your area is shaved neatly and slick with your juice. I can wait no longer to give you what you desire. Starting on the sides, I plant little kisses, making my lips wet with my tongue each time. To the top of your slit I move my mouth and then slowly drag my tongue down the length of your lips. A light touch, barely parting the outside layer, just enough to sample what's inside. I roll past your nub and you twitch at the feeling, so I proceed lower to seek your hole. All the way down, my mouth covering your gaping pussy, I wiggle my tongue deeply into the folds. You gasp and moan, and I can feel my own blood rushing to arouse me again. I circle your opening before extending my tongue inside, savoring the taste of your flesh.

Your moan and writhe as I work to bring you pleasure. I see your hands tweaking your nipples, and I know your body wants even more. Drawing my mouth up from down under to your clit once again, I circle the spot with my tongue. Wanting to hear you moan or scream, I plant my lips and start sucking as I insert a finger inside you.

"So good............that feels so fucking goooood.........." you say, confirming that you love both sensations, but I think you want even more. Still lapping your button and its folds all around while fingering you in a rhythm, I decide to use my other hand to satisfy your next craving. Gathering lubrication from below your dripping mound, I rub slowly and gently on your little hole, feeling the soft flesh moisten with each round. 

"ohhhh....ohhhh......ohhhhhh," you exclaim as I add more pressure to my touch. I know what you want, and I'm glad to oblige, sending the tip of a finger into your ass. Carefully penetrating when your muscles relax, I finally reach my prize. I hold for several seconds to let you catch your breath--nipples pinched by your own hands, your clit being sucked, your canal so open and ready, and your tight hole fingered so well. 

Your gasps have grown louder, "OH..OH...OH FUCK," and I know I'm making you feel good. I want you to cum so I can taste the gush of juices from deep inside you. I love when my mouth and chin are covered in your scent so I can taste you until the next day.

"OH...OH........you feel so good. Oh.........please stop. I want to cum with you." I pause and open my eyes to see you looking at me, and I smile. Pulling my hands from your body, I feel your small contractions as you release me. I kiss the outer lips and your thighs again before I sit up on my knees between your legs.

I want us to join together so I start stroking myself. Seeing your sex swollen and engorged makes me horny as hell. Then I watch your hand slide between your legs to give me another show. Our eyes meet again, yours glassy with pleasure but focused on what you want. You are the hottest woman on the planet when you let yourself give in to your sensual side. Men would kill to be with you right now, and I feel so lucky.

"Get it hard for me. I want you inside me...I want to feel your dick going in and out of me from behind."

I almost shoot off when I hear your words, so sexy and sultry. My moans show how much I love your comments, and you give me another dose to be sure.

"Are you gonna fuck me with your big cock? I'm so hot...my pussy is so wet for you..."

And just when I can't take any more, you raise your legs to plant your feet on my chest, and your toes go to work. I have to stop stroking and instead focus on the sensations your feet produce. Lightly rubbing your toes on my nipples brings my body to an electric state, all while I watch your fingers rub and spread your lips. You know that I'm watching so you use both hands to open yourself wide, exposing a giant, hard clit and a gaping wet hole. After what seems to be an eternity in ecstasy, you drop your legs again and turn over onto your stomach. Diagonally stretched across the bed, your head rests on your right forearm, which sits on a thin pillow. I move into position behind you and gaze at the wonders before me--a slit covered in shiny liquid waiting to be filled and a cute bundle of flesh quivering for touch. My mouth fills with water as I think about licking your pussy and ass, but I know you're ready for something more.




Tongues and Toes



Up on my knees, I guide the head of my rod to your opening. I ease in an inch at a time as your warmth envelops me. I feel my body pressed against yours, and I know I'm in deep as the tip reaches the limit of your insides. I withdraw slightly and re-enter you again.

"ohhhhhhhhhhh...." I hear upon the third thrust. Watching my member slide in and out is so sexy. Your lips grip me well, and I feel your wetness leaking from the base of my cock and onto my balls. I increase the pace of my movement to bring you closer to climax, and I know your left hand is hard at work on your clit, rubbing firmly and steadily.

"Ahhhh...oh god....ah,ah,ah,ah," I exclaim as I continue to pump you from behind, holding your hips, rubbing your ass, and reaching around to tug on your breasts. Twenty, thirty, forty times I've watched my hips press into your soft, sweet behind.

As I pause for a moment to not lose control, I hear your breathy whisper from below, "Touch me...there..."

I know what you want, and I'm ready to give as I pull back to get more room. Using my thumb I gather lubrication from the top of my penis and move directly to your ass. Rubbing up and down on the entry, I feel it getting slick, and I wait for your muscles to allow me in. Still thrusting from behind, I worry I may cum too quickly so I slow again while playing with your ass. My thumb has peaked in and the tension is gone, giving me more access. I start pumping again, using my hand and my sex to fuck both of your holes, and I know it won't take long. Your hand goes to work faster between your legs, and I can feel you grab me inside.

"OH, AH, OH, OH...OH...OHHHHHH," you twitch and spasm as the climax hits you over and over again. Your insides contract, squeezing my dick and pushing my thumb from your ass, and you buck against me four, five, six more times.

"Ohhhhh......ohhhhhhhh...." deep breaths replace your panting, and your sweaty body comes to a rest. I'm still anchored behind you with my hardness inside, having avoided release so far. I pull out and hear the soft pop when the head reaches air, and I look to see the results of my work--my prizes, both rosy and red, shiny and wet. You ease to your stomach, and I lie down next to you, proud and content with the joys we've shared. We exchange sweet kisses, and I lightly rub and scratch your back. It is in these, the quietest moments that I feel closest to you and most loved by you. I share my self, my soul with you.

You roll to your side and snuggle into my arms, when you notice a small obstacle to our connection. "Did you cum? I thought you were cumming with me at the end. Why are you still hard?"

I play silent and try to tuck this raging skin torpedo under a sheet.

"Honey, did you?"

"Well...a little bit," I say, trying to assuage your interrogation. I'm sure it will relax and go down, and after such a wonderful ending, I feel guilty pressing you into further action. Plus, you've already done all of my favorite things tonight, so any more would just be greedy on my part.

'That's unacceptable," you declare and push me onto my back. Within seconds your hands grip my shaft, and your mouth heads to the left side of my chest. You know it's the fastest and easiest method to get me off. It feels so good to have your lips and tongue dance around the peaks on my chest, and as you climb on top of me, your right hand joins the task. I can feel pressure building, and the release would feel great. But...

"Honey...can....you....um" I hesitate to interrupt your expert work, but you perk up to respond.

"What? How do you want it?"

"I...um..."

"I can give you a hand job, or I can do something else. I know you like my feet. Do you want me to do that? Just tell me. I think I'm too sensitive to have you inside me again, but I can do other stuff."

"Sit up, between my legs. Drape your legs onto my body." I'm on my back and my legs are spread. You are sitting between them, facing me, with your feet on my ribcage. I start to move your feet toward my chest, and you anticipate what I want. Rubbing in circles and dragging your toes across my firm nipples, my body fills with excitement. I feel your hands between my legs, one stroking up and down and the other massaging my swollen balls, so full and ready to share their prize.

"Ohhh...ohhh...that's good....oh..." I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensations. I love the way you touch me. You are so good to me and make me so happy.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," my pulse quickens and I feel my climax building. Your hand jerks me faster, taking great care to grasp the head every few turns, while your fingers have moved under my body to explore the softer places. Pressing the button so gently leaves me feeling vulnerable and open. But I know that you love me and want to please me, so I relish your intimate touch even more. You know that in an instant I could cum, and to push me over the edge, I feel your foot slide up my chest even further. Your toes reach my chin, you plunge them into my mouth, and I gladly and greedily suck them.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmmm," I'm in heaven already as my body starts to tense. All blood rushes downward to the head of my cock, and the first spurt announces pure joy. Second and third splashes cover your fingers as your strokes halt to let my orgasm finish. Another jet and more dribbles out, coating your tender hands.

Peeking through the slits of my eyes, I see a broad smile on your face. You look down at your reward--a giant mess over my stomach and your hand--with pride and love. Covered in liquid, you tease the head a bit more to see it twitch and move. A giggle escapes you, and your hand spreads the juices over my sac. Seeing you unashamed and unafraid of my body and its expressions makes me feel like I can share everything with you. Massaging the cum over my cock and balls, you bring me wave after wave of pleasure. You pull back your legs and climb on top to give me one last passionate kiss. Lips touch, mouths open, and tongues dance. A peck and a smile, then you roll off and walk to the bathroom.

I'm naked and alone in the dim light of our room. It's difficult to piece together what's happened on this night, perhaps the greatest and most passionate night in our twenty years together. After sharing so much of each other, and myself I'm filled with a blend of joy and fear. I know you are my wife, committed to me forever, and my lover, sharing our most private selves, but I wonder if you see me differently now. My answer arrives when you stroll through the room again in a towel.

You visit my side of the bed and bend to kiss me. "I love you, honey." Four simple words, but each carrying infinite weight in my heart. "Love you too." Fear, shame, embarrassment, anxiety, and all other negative emotions are washed away when I see in your eyes the passion and connection that has sustained us for so long.

You dress, I change the sheets, you climb in bed, and I climb in the shower. Minutes later we are both in bed for the night.

"Honey?" I begin, not sure of what I'm going to say.

"Yea?" you respond, eyes still fixed on your iPad.

"I had fun tonight." Understatement of the year, but it's the best I've got.

"Me too. What are we doing next Saturday night?" you ask innocently.

"I don't know. Do we have plans?"

"I think so," you propose, but then your voice drops softly. "It's called Truth or Dare. And I'm going first."

My pulse quickens, and I know I'm not going to sleep tonight, or any of the next six, thinking about what that night will involve.



Tongues of Flame



The open fire danced joyfully about its confines, the flames hungrily devouring the logs, slowly consuming them. Mikayla watched entranced by the frolicking flames. Her soft blue eyes mesmerized. The soft warm rug beneath her felt good against her naked flesh. 

Her eyes twinkled as she sipped at her glass of red wine. Her eyes moved from the flames to her lover who lay beside her on his back. The fiery flames casting flickering shadows across his body. She let her eyes wander over him, taking a journey of delectable delight across his body. Seeing him lying there, naked, bathing in the warm glow of the fire aroused her. 

She knew that her lovers eyes were upon her. Her heart flittered as she felt his fingers brush against her leg. He rolled over to face her. His fingers tracing along her spine sending shivers of delight through her body. She smiled as he buried his face in her breasts. His tongue gently sliding across her flesh. His fingertips slowly made their way along her side, her heart beat slightly harder as goosebumps erupted in a trail behind them. 

He rolled her onto her back. The soft plush rug beneath her catching her. She loved the intimacy, the soft gentle strokes of his finger tips against her flesh, the warm kisses of his lips upon her body, slowly he moved about her, every inch of flesh set afire by his touch, every inch of flesh enveloped by his loving kiss. 

Her heart beat harder with anticipation. His lips encased her nipple, her breath quivered with delight. She could feel the lustful desire burning at her body, devouring her. His tongue flicked about her nipple, the pleasure of the act stimulating her more and more. Slowly his lips moved down her breast. Her heart pounding as his tongue traced down her stomach. Her flesh tingled as inched ever closer towards her. 

The first thing that she felt was his hot breath washing over her, sending an inferno of pleasure roaring through her body. But that was nothing in compare to the moment his lips pressed against hers. A deep gasp of air filled her lungs as she felt his tongue pressed against her clitoris. Her lover moaned ever so slightly, the vibrations of lips tingling at her as his tongue slid back and forth. Passionately he kissed upon her, she rubbed her fingers through his hair as his tongue danced across her pleasure zones. 

Her heart beating harder and harder with every stroke of his tantalizing tongue. Her body quivered. The pleasure was intense, she threw out her arms and clutched upon the soft rug that lay beneath her her fingers entwined with fabric. His tongue danced faster and faster, more and more vigor, the passion rolling through her body, the desire consuming her flesh, the immense pleasure welling up inside of her. Moan after moan escaped from her lips as he embraced her, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue consuming her clitoris. 

Fire burned through her body. Her heart beat strongly in her chest her flesh tingled, her muscles tensing more and more, the blood roaring in her ears. Euphoric delight gripped her body tightly, refusing to let go as she rushed towards the nirvana of orgasmic bliss. 

Her eyes rolled as it happened. The orgasm came powerfully, shuddering through her shaking body, her muscles convulsing as she came hard.

'Oh fuck,' Mikayla screamed as she came. 

Her energy stores depleted, her body relaxed, she felt she was floating upon a cloud as she lay there. Her lover relinquishing his vigorous dance to a slow gentle waltz. His gentle lovers kiss bringing a contented smile upon her lips as she lay there enjoying the pampering, each time that his tongue performed another step of the dance, another wave of pleasure rolled through her body.

She had barely come down from the heavens as she felt herself rising once more. Felt her flesh tingling, her muscles quivering. She gasped as his finger slid inside of her tight wet pussy. An explosion of pleasure ripping through her body.

She moaned a heavenly moan as his finger pressed against her spot, the spot that sent a feeling rocketing through her flesh that no words could describe. A scream of bliss erupted from deep within her as he sucked her clitoris into his hot wet mouth, his soft lips pinching it as his tongue rolled gloriously across it sending a constant buzz of pleasure throughout her entirety. 

His fingers slid back and forth each time his tips thrusting upon her spot then receding only to rush up once more and steal one more embrace. The pleasure was insane. Her body had not enough room to store it, venting the excess in orgasmic scream that filled the room. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper he thrust, faster and faster he pressed against her spot, her flesh burned as his tongue flicked rapidly across her clitoris, the pressure building. 

Her screams of pleasure ringing in her ears. Her muscles tightened. She clutched upon the rug tightly her knuckles turning white. Her back arched as all of the muscles in her body tensed. She could feel her pussy clenching hard against his fingers, the fingers that she could feel sliding in and out of her, she could feel every tiny detail, every tiny movement, a bigger explosion roaring through her body every time he jammed upon her spot. 

His tongue rolling unendingly across her clitoris. Her screams increasing with every moment. Her heart beating so hard that she felt that it would explode. Her flesh burning and tingling. She teetered upon the brink of the orgasmic abyss. Her body screaming at her to leap in head first and plunge into the depths of oblivion. 

Then it happened. 

Her body caught in the most powerful grip that she had ever experienced, her heart exploding, her flesh a raging inferno as the orgasm tore throughout her. Every fibre of her being shaken to the core by the powerful orgasm. Her scream unending as her body quivered her insides contracting to the point of explosion. 

Rolling on and on like a set of waves, back and forth the orgasm rolled through her body, unending, unabated. Her head swam, she felt as though she would pass out as the pleasure rolled through her flesh. The orgasm devouring her, consuming her, the sensations enveloping her as she squirmed upon the floor her body trying desperately to release the extreme sensory overload that gripped at her, tore at her. 

Slowly the feeling receeded, slowly the orgasmic bliss sated her desire. Oh how she loved her lovers tongues of flame.