1 comments/ 7820 views/ 0 favorites Tut Tut By: DesertFocks It had been a few years since he had come to Chicago. Every so often I caught myself staring at the phone and wondering if I had disappointed him by emailing him that I did not want him coming with expectations. He had replied that he understood and would be happy just to see me again, however briefly or innocent. Now as I nervously waited to probably face my own disappointment and maybe not hear from him again, I wondered if I had discouraged him. I tried to take my mind off it and focus on my work, when suddenly my cell phone rang. I jumped up and headed for a corner of the office area that was some distance away from any prying ears. "Yes," I spoke into the phone. "Hi," he said brightly, "Just got my bags and my rental. I'm looking at a map now to see the best way to get to that motel in Naperville." "Hi, it's good to hear your voice again. I was getting a little nervous." "Nervous? Nervous about what? I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one had walked over near me, and said, "I just thought you might have changed your plans and maybe cancelled." "Ha ha, not a chance. You know I came to see that Tut exhibit at the museum, but even if that wasn't a reason, I still would have come. It's been a long time since I last saw you and I've been wanting to for a long time, so even without the 'Tut' justification, I would have found a reason to do it. I know what you told me in that email, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to at least visit you." I told him I was glad that I hadn't 'turned him away' and gave him my recommendation on the best way to get from the airport to his motel. I asked him to call me again when he had checked in and I would arrange to meet him for lunch and a short visit. With that I returned to my desk and started cleaning up some open issues so I could take the afternoon off. An hour or so later he called me again to report that he was all settled in and hungry. I closed things up and met him in front of his motel about fifteen minutes later. We took my car and headed for a place to eat. It was good to see him again and I could tell he felt the same. We had a nice lunch and got to catch up on each other's lives over the last several years. As we left the restaurant and headed back toward his motel, I suggested we pick up a bottle of wine to enjoy as we continued going over the past few years. Having picked out something we agreed on, and without a screw top, we arrived back at his room. He set a chair for me by the window and after pouring us some wine, he lay down on the bed and we got back to talking. It was fun hearing about his family and what he had been up to over the past few years, and I filled him in on all that I had been doing. I thought I should tell him what was behind the email I had sent him just a few days ago. I said that a couple of years ago I had an affair and that Ted had found out about it. I broke it off right away and avoided getting involved with anyone else. He listened quietly and understandably and even went so far as to reach over to me and point out that the v-neck of my top had shifted so that part of my bra was exposed. I adjusted it and we continued talking and just enjoying that and the wine. After a while, as I moved around in the chair, he again noticed part of my bra showing, but this time, he didn't point it out for me to adjust it. He reached over to me and gently ran the tip of his finger alongside the exposed strap and then along the edge of the exposed top of the bra over my right breast. As he did so, our eyes met and as I made no effort to move his hand away, he leaned toward me. Our lips met and it was a kiss I remembered from our previous meetings. My tongue welcomed his as he slipped it between my open lips. The kiss lingered as our tongues alternated back and forth into each other. His hand moved from just running his finger tip along the edge of my bra, to reaching down and cupping my left breast. His other hand reached behind my neck and pulled me closer to him. I suddenly realized that in that movement, my right hand rested on his left thigh. We broke the kiss and our eyes gazed at each other and again our lips joined. His hand over my bra cupped me firmly and my hand slid off his thigh and I felt that his excitement had risen quickly and he was getting hard. His hand slid out and his other hand reached down and slid up under my top to cup my left breast. The right hand followed and he held both breasts as we continued kissing. I pushed him away, but not to interrupt the moment, but rather to slip my top off completely. He gazed at my bra covered breasts and reached around me to unclasp the bra. As I felt the last hook release, I lipped the bra off and let it fall to the floor. He gazed at my now erect nipples and smiled. "Oh, how I remember those, and how I have missed them." He used both thumbs and index fingers to feel their stiffness and tug at them. As he did I slid down his zipper and slipped my hand inside his pants. I quickly found the slit in his shorts and wrapped my fingers around him. "Yes, and I remember this and have missed it too," I whispered. He rose from the bed and taking my free hand moved me to the bed. Lying beside me, he lowered his lips to my right breast as sucked the nipple and aureole into his mouth. His tongue traced circles around my hard nipple and he moaned with delight, a moan that was matched by my own. After sucking my tit for a while, he rose from the bed and quickly removed his clothes. I did the same and laughingly said, "Wait to you see these." As the skirt fell to the floor, my legs, covered by half socks that reached to just below my knees, came into view. "Do you like the old lady stockings?" I asked. "What I like is the flesh that's in them and the delightful flesh at where the two legs come together," he replied. I slipped the stockings off and laid back down, clad now only in my black panties. "Sorry they aren't open crotch this time, but I wasn't expecting to need that pair." He laughed and returned to sucking my nipples, one after the other, and as I returned to holding his cock and feeling the precum already at the tip, he slipped a hand down the front of my panties. "God, that feels so good," he said as his finger penetrated between my lips. "I'll drink to that," I replied. "Oh, yes, our wine," he said. He slipped from the bed and reached for our two glasses. Handing me mine, he offered a toast, "To renewal of wonderful memories." We touched the plastic glasses together and each finished what remained in them. Setting the glasses aside, he returned to the bed and reaching inside the waistband of my panties, slid them down and off my legs. He lifted them to his face and with a sigh and a smile pressed the gusset to his face. I heard him breathe in deeply as he obviously delighted in the thrill the aroma gave him. Tossing the panties to the floor, he leaned back down and said, "Now to the source." I reacted to his movement by spreading my legs for him and suddenly felt his tongue licking between my pussy lips. He tasted up and down the length between them, penetrating deeply at the lower end and teasingly lapping at my clit at the top. I was once again enjoying the magic of his tongue and told him to turn and lay beside me so I could taste once more the cock and precum I remembered so well. We lay there for some time enjoying each other as both giver and receiver. Suddenly he reached behind me and spread my cheeks and I realized his tongue was moving toward my ass. "No, wait," I told him, "Remember my concern for being clean? Let's go take a shower." With that he moved back from me and turned so that we were once again face to face. We kissed again and in between kisses he said he remembered and asked if I had time for this. I told him I did and taking my hand he led me to the bathroom. As we waited for the shower temperature to be what we wanted, we kissed continuously and used our hands to again explore the areas we adored. Finally, we stepped into the stream of water and began to soap each other down. Being of common mind, we both made it a point to clean each other's ass, including a short finger insertion with soap and again several times to rinse the puckered openings out. He started to step out of the shower and said to me, "Don't get out yet, I just need to take a leak, and come right back in." "No way," I insisted, holding him from leaving. "I have to pee as well and here's a perfect chance for us to do it together right in here." "Ah, I had forgotten about that," he grinned, "I'm glad you remembered." I gave him a stern look and said, "Right. I bet you forgot. You were testing me weren't you?" "Does it matter?" he grinned. "Not really, cause I felt the urge to pee several minutes ago and was going to propose it anyway. So, go ahead, smart ass, let it flow." I remember once before we tried it and he could only manage a trickle, but this time he was ready and a golden stream burst from his cock. I raised one leg to the side of the tub and he directed the warm stream straight at my cunt. The warmth felt wonderful and I spread my lips open to let his pee coat me. I then dropped to my knees and reached up to take hold of his cock, and then I directed it back and forth across my breasts. I had intended not to get my hair wet in the shower, but now I leaned forward and aimed his stream all across the top of my head. When his flow reduced to a trickle and then nothing, I stepped under the shower and let the hot water rinse his pee from my hair and from the rest of my body. "Damn, that was exciting," he remarked. "Yes, and now you'll see how exciting it is the other way. Sit on the floor of the tub." He did as I told him and I stood straddling him. My own flow erupted from me and struck his chest. I adjusted as best I could to see my flow travel down his body and I stood there peeing over his cock and balls. "Do you want me to do the same thing to you I just experienced?" I asked him. "But of course," he answered, "this is share and share alike." I smiled at him and stepping forward, I let my flow strike to top of his head. "Ooh, that's hot," he said. "Hot? Hot how? Sexy hot or temperature hot?" "Both," he replied and looked up at me just as my stream stopped. But as quickly as it stopped, another brief burst came out and splashed on his face. He laughed and ducked his head down so it finished on his hair again. Finally, the last of my pee dribbled out and fell to the tub floor. I stepped aside so that the full stream of the shower was on him and he slowly let the hot water rinse everything from him. When it was done he turned with his face directly in front of my pussy. He leaned forward and began licking it again. "Hmm," he uttered. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing. I just think you had a few drops left inside you." He returned to licking me, gripping my ass cheeks to pull me close to him. He looked up again and said, "That was interesting. I wasn't expecting it, but I'm sure that's what it was. I wouldn't call it the greatest taste I ever had, but it really wasn't bad." I winked at him and asked, "You think maybe you might have a few drops left also? I'd be more than willing to sample for you." He looked up at me sadly, "I don't think so. I'm sure I drained the tank, plus I can see precum oozing from my cock, so that's what you'd get." "That's like telling someone the cake is all gone and there's only ice cream left," I laughed. "Well then, as long as it's the flavor ice cream you like, I assume there's no problem." I grabbed a bath towel and handed it to him and then grabbed a second one. "Let's dry off and get back to bed." He bowed gallantly, "Yes, Mistress, as you command." "Woo hoo, kinky. Is that a little sub role playing I detect?" "Anything you wish," he replied. I slapped his ass and said, "I guess it is then. Back to bed, fella." We quickly dried and he followed me back to the room, and this time he drew the bedspread back so we could lie right on the sheets. I lay on my back and he knelt between my spread legs. "Now where were we when we were interrupted by the shower?" he asked. "If memory serves me right, I think you were going down on me and had started to roam far and wide. So if I am Mistress, I instruct you to get back on the job." "As you command," he smiled and I saw his head drop to between my thighs. Once again I felt that skillful tongue of his gracefully slide between my pussy lips. I reached down with my right hand and pressed his head firmly against me. His lips and tongue did marvelous little feats, slipping up and down the length of my lips, alternating between slipping his tongue deep inside me and drawing it back out, only to slide up to flick the tip against my clit. I felt that I was soaked and couldn't decide if it was my wetness or whether it was from his mouth. I concluded it was both, but I really didn't care as it was wonderful whatever it was. I felt the chills running through my body as he continued to tongue fuck me, alternating between slow lingering licks and rapid moving probes up inside me. Me slid his hands under my ass and started to raise me. I knew what he was up to and was more than happy to cooperate. I lifted my hips and bending my legs I reached behind each knee and pulled my legs toward my chest. That was all the support he required as I felt his wicked tongue start sliding up and down between my cheeks. Each time the tip of his tongue traced across my tightly puckered ass, my body seemed to shake, and when the tongue stopped there and began tracing little circles around it, I pulled harder on my legs, forcing my lower body to push harder against his mouth. His hands were palming my ass cheeks and I felt his thumbs press against each side of my closed opening. As they pressed against me, they pulled away from each other and I could feel the tip of his tongue forcing its way against the tight orifice. Harder and harder it pressed as his thumbs tried to spread me open. I felt tense but tried to concentrate on relaxing. Soon I could sense the tip of his tongue gaining entry, and as it pushed to enter, I pushed against it to aid its insistent penetration. The sensation of his tongue gaining entry was incredible and I thought I must be gushing juices from my cunt. That must have been true as the feeling was incredible and it had to be those juices, running down from my cunt to my ass and around his tongue that provided lubrication, as suddenly I felt a deep penetration. The tip of his nose was now pressing anxiously between my pussy lips and he began exercising his tongue's travel, withdrawing it slightly, then just as quickly pressing it back inside me. Now with his penetration achieved, he released my cheeks from his hands and reached around my legs so that he could grasp each of my tits. His fingers and thumbs performed marvelous little ballets with my nipples as the oscillation of his tongue inside my ass continued. Finally the excitement became so intense, I thought I might explode so after holding on as long as I could to relish the intense pleasure, I released my legs and as they dropped back to the bed, my ass pulled away from his face. He slowly slid his body upwards until his eyes were even with mine, and I felt his tongue slip inside my mouth. I sucked on it as I reached down to take hold of his cock. I found it too was soaked as he had produced an incredible amount of precum. I directed his cock between my pussy lips and he moved against me, his cock slipping into me with ease. As we kissed and mutually enjoyed the wetness on his face, he began that tantalizingly slow movement in and out of me. We continued that way for several minutes and then I rolled to the side and ended up on top of him. Now it was my turn to control the movement and as I straddled him I increased the pace of the movement. When I sensed he might be close to cumming, I slowed the movement, almost to a stop. I slid down his body and, licked his chest and tummy as I moved. When I reached his cock, wet with precum and my wetness, I engulfed it between my lips. My hands were fondling his balls and I slid one finger back to tease his ass. He began moving, pushing his cock deep inside my mouth, and suddenly speeded up his movement. I held his cock firmly between my lips, and as I pressed my finger against his anus, he suddenly gushed inside me and I felt the spewing of his cock deep in my mouth. I draw back slightly so that only the head of his cock was in my mouth. This let the remainder of his cum flow onto my tongue instead of deep in my throat. I sucked on him drawing every last drop from him and relished the taste of it on my tongue. Then, with his cum still on my tongue, I slipped his cock from me and lifted his ass so that I could see how my tongue, coated with his cum, could slip inside his ass. It seemed like it would not go until I repeated what he had done to me, spreading the ass cheeks to assist opening him up. Now as I spread him and pushed my tongue, well oiled by his cum, I felt the tip slip in. His body shook as I penetrated him. I repeated what he had done, moving in and out, and then slipped out so that I could take his cock back inside my mouth, swallowing the last of his cum as I did so. We lay still that way for a while, his cock slowly softening inside my mouth. I slid back up to lay facing him. He played softly with my tits as we both spoke of the intensity of the pleasure we had just enjoyed. "I've missed that sweet ass of your," he said softly. "Just my ass?" I questioned, leaning on one elbow to look at him sternly. "No, of course not," he replied, "I've missed everything, but that ass action by both of us just merits special mention." "Well your tongue has renewed its acquaintance, but your cock hasn't," I pointed out. "Not yet, but let me get hard again, and I think that's a marvelous idea." "And just what will it take to get you hard again?" I asked. He pushed me so that I was lying on my back again and he rose to one elbow and said, "We can start with this. You know how crazy I am about these great nipples of yours." Saying that, he lowered his mouth to a nipple and sucked it into his lips. He took the other nipple between his fingers and tugged and stroked, licked and sucked as both nipples remained fully hardened. His other hand reached between my legs and I felt him slip a finger inside me. He caressed me thus for several minutes and then turned his body so that once again he could eat me. He did it in such a way that his cock was now right where I wanted it and I slipped my lips around it. It had already begun to get hard again, and as I held it in my mouth, I had the incredible sensation of feeling it grow to full hardness. My tongue competed with his as we both licked and sucked each other intently. Once again, he oozed a lot of precum and I delighted in its texture and taste. I knew that he was equally enjoying the texture and taste of me as well. Finally he sat up and slid off the bed. He motioned for me to lie on my tummy with my ass right at the edge of the bed. I felt him spread my cheeks and once more his tongue licked me and penetrated me. This time, it went in with very little opposition. He replaced his tongue with his finger and he slid in and out of my ass, loosening me for his ultimate penetration. I felt him move close behind me as he slid his finger out. Then there was the pressure of his cock head against me. His hands once again spread me wide and be began pushing against me. As much as I wanted him inside me, my anus didn't seem to want to cooperate, but he was persistent, and suddenly I felt my opening yield and I felt a slight pain as his head pushed inside me. Tut Tut Ch. 02 He called me around mid afternoon the next day to report that the trip to the Field Museum was well worth it. Of course, the day began ideally he also commented, as I had stopped by his motel room on my way to work at the bank. I had stopped on the way and picked up two coffees and some Danish. He wasn't leaving for the museum for another hour or so, but I was due at work pretty quick, so, much as we wanted, the visit consisted of enjoying the coffee and pastry and each others' company. His description of the Tut exhibit was so detailed I could almost see each relic and artifact he described. The one disappointment he had, but as a public exhibit, he knew it would not be included, was the absence of the history of ancient imaginative sexual practices that took place in the time of the Pharaohs. He was well read on the subject, a fact that surprised me not at all. Of particular interest was the high degree of incestuous behavior by royalty. Never-the-less, he had enjoyed himself and was anxious to tell me all about it. I had been working long days of late and so, not getting home until 9:30 or so was very common. As far as the rest of the world knew, that would be the case tonight as well, although my 'overtime' would not be at the office. I even managed to leave early for a change and told him I would stop and pick up something. I suggested Chinese and he agreed saying that he hoped I could get by using a single chop stick. I laughed and asked if he meant before, during, or after eating, to which he replied, "Any old time you want." I was soon in his hotel room and we sat casually downing barbecued ribs, Kung Pao Chicken, and Fried Rice. I didn't attempt the single chopstick trick, deciding to put it off until later. Typical of any Chinese take-out, they had included two Fortune Cookies. The one I opened said, "This is a fruitful time for you and things will blossom as you wish." He read his to me, saying, "You shall be triumphant under a full moon." We both looked to the window, but it was still light out so we grabbed the day's paper and went to the weather page. Amazingly, the phase of the moon was reaching full this very night. "You know something?" he asked, "Before I broke that cookie open, I held it so I could see where the edges of the two sides joined, and I wanted to lick it." "In that case," I replied, "I wish Chinese restaurants also served éclairs for desert." "Aha," he grinned, "And you'd suck the cream right out?" "Precisely!" We gathered up the boxes and plates and dumped them in the trash, stacked pillows up against the headboard and lay down side by side to watch a little TV and let our meal digest. I snuggled close to him and we began a kissing adventure oblivious of what was on the TV screen. "You know something?" he asked between kisses. "What?" I replied. "I meant to tell you yesterday that I appreciated something you did. At least I hope you did it for me." "And what's that?" I asked. "You once told me, long ago, that you shaved. Last night I was delighted to see that you have let a bush grow back. Not sure you did that for me, but I thank you anyway." I had to laugh at that. "Actually I do tend to shave fairly often. If I let it go it gets far too bushy. But yes, for you I let it grow back, but if I let it go too long, I won't be happy with it." "Well, it's not wild now. You have let it come back just enough to please me, and again, I thank you." We were still laying there dressed, at least I was. He had on a polo shirt and what looked like gym shorts. I pulled up my skirt and lowered the front of my panties. "So this is OK?" I asked. He reached down and began to softly brush his finger tips back and forth across my bush. "It's perfect," he answered, lowering his lips to mine as his tongue slowly slipped between my lips to engage my own tongue. We lay there for some time, continuing to explore one another's mouth and while he kept up the gentle stroking back and forth across my pubic hairs, I let my hand rest on the hardness I could feel under his shorts. We didn't feel rushed and just maintained the slow and steady petting we had started. It must have gone on for some ten or fifteen minutes, just a wonderful experience of kissing and softly touching each other. "Oh, and another thing," he said as he sat up. "You remembered to wear these thigh highs today and it makes you look even sexier." "Just for you," I smiled. He rose to his knees beside me and pulled me up to a sitting position. He reached for the waistband of the top I was wearing and slid it up and over my head. He even surprised me when he left the bed and gently spread it on the other bed. Returning to me he slipped his fingers under the waist of my skirt and as I lifted my hips from the mattress, he slipped it down my legs, again laying it neatly on the other bed. I sat up and reached to unhook my bra and slipping it from my arms and handing it to him, I said, "You may also lay this neatly with the others." He smiled and did as I requested, saying, "And now the panties, but leave the stockings on, please." "Such a gentleman," I teased him as I handed the panties to him. This time, however, he did not lay them on the other bed. Instead he held them to his face and I heard him inhale slowly. "These I would like to keep," he said, as he walked to the dresser and after taking one last long breath as he held them to his face, he neatly folded them and placed them in a drawer. He returned to join me on the bed and his fingers started brushing back and forth through my pussy's crowning triangle again. He lowered his face to mine and we continued the soft slow tongue waltz. Every few minutes he would part his lips from mine and they and his tongue would explore my cheeks and neck, not forgetting to have his tongue to also explore the contours of my ears. I returned to rubbing his shorts over his hardness and feeling it grow even harder. From the time that we had spent just gently petting, I knew that he wanted to move slow and methodically, but I wondered just how long he could hold back from moving on. As much as I was enjoying the slow laid back approach, I also had that urge to take things further, even though I knew that we soon would. I decided to accelerate our pace, and slipped my hand up to the waistband of his shorts, and then down under it. Almost immediately my finger tips brushed against the head of his cock and I found it already heavily coated with precum. "You may be moving slowly, but it seems your cock has other ideas," I kidded him. "Damn thing never did exhibit much self control," he laughed. "Good, I'm glad," I said. "Seems like the Rubicon is crossed," he said, and with that his lips dropped to one of my nipples. I heard him moan just an instant before I did the same and he sucked hard on my stiff nipple. He looked up at me for a second, and releasing the nipple from his mouth, said, "Damn I love these things. Reminds me of the last chapter of "The Grapes of Wrath." "Why, what happens there?" I asked. "The hero, Tom Joad, is a fugitive, and his transplanted Oakie family is hiding him from California law officers. He has been on the run and is starving and very weak. The family has nothing to give him, so he is suckled by his sister, Rose-of-Sharon, to keep him from dying. I'm not sure he got the same pleasure out of it that I get with you, though." "Well, honey, you just keep sucking, and when you get tired of that one, its sister is waiting for you." "Never fear," he said, "I have it in my plan to see that each nipple receives equal attention." With that, he returned to sucking and licking the one while he began squeezing and tugging at the other. I reached further down inside his shorts until I had his entire length in my grip. I'm not sure if it was the pleasure his lips and my tits were sharing, or the feeling he got from me having his cock in hand, or both, but he began to stir more and the finger tips that were playing in my cunt hair were now slowly moving down to slip between my cunt lips. It felt wonderful to have his middle finger slipping up inside me while his thumb trailed behind and began massaging my clit. "Yes, Baby, see how wet and warm you have me?" I sighed. "Uummm," was all he replied and he continued the oral assault on the nipple. "Remember, I do have two," I teased him. "Um huh," he moaned, and he withdrew his middle finger from my pussy. Reaching up, he rubbed the finger, wet with my juices, all around the aureole and nipple of my second tit. In just a few moments it was glistening with my wetness and he released the other nipple from his mouth and moved over to the second one. His tongue lapped at the wetness he had coated it with and then drew the stiff nipple into his mouth. As he sucked at it, the tip of his tongue continued to lick the entire surface and his hand returned to my cunt. "Just a minute, Hon," I said, sitting upright on the bed. I turned to him and pulled his polo up over his head. I didn't bother with the same care he had given my clothes, and just tossed it over onto the other bed. I then took hold of his shorts began sliding them down his hips. "Cooperate, you," I told him, "Lift your ass so I can get these off." He did, and I showed them the same attention I had given his polo. I just tossed them over to the pile. "Now, let me have what I want," I said, and turned my body so that I could lower my face to his cock. I adjusted my position so I could take him into my mouth while allowing him to comfortably use his fingers to enter my pussy again. He did just that with one hand and used the other to return to playing with my nipples, one after the other. I loved the solid feel of his cock in my mouth, and as I slid my lips up and down its length, my tongue bathed its entire surface. Each time I reached the head I would pause and capture all the precum there with my tongue. Every few strokes, I would release his cock from my mouth and lick his balls, taking one of them into my mouth as I licked at it. Then I would return to sucking his cock back into my mouth. The tip of my tongue would probe at the opening at the head as if trying to draw even more precum from him. Alternate sucking and licking achieved what I wanted and the precum kept oozing from him. Then I would return back to his balls, drawing the second one into my mouth as I treated it as I had done the other. He now had two fingers inside me and was rubbing my wetness back and forth over my clit. He was even able to reach his pinkie behind me tease my anus. Baby," I said, releasing his ball from my mouth, "Jack off for me. Jack yourself off into my mouth." "I will if I can keep finger fucking you with my other hand," he replied. "Well, go for it," I grinned. First he slipped three fingers into my wet pussy and got them nicely covered in my juices. Then he withdrew his hand from me and replaced it with his other hand. The free hand, now soaked with my wetness, he wrapped around his cock and began stroking. His movements were synchronized so that his finger fucking my cunt matched the movements of his hand as he jacked himself off. His movements made it hard for him to keep his cock positioned in front of my mouth, so I grabbed his hips and held him in the position I wanted him. This also enabled me to reach my fingers into his ass crack and I gently rubbed back and forth over his tight asshole. His stroking became more deliberate and faster as he got close to coming. I kept my mouth open in front of the head of his cock and on each stroke the tip brushed between my lips. I wet the tip of one of my index fingers and returned it to massaging his anus. As he gave sign of being on the edge, I pressed my finger tip against him and tried to push in. It was very difficult as his hips moved with his increasing stroking, and suddenly he shot a stream of delicious cum into me. I was tempted to swallow it but knew that if I did I would probably close my mouth in the process, so I just lay there as he ejaculated several more ropes into me. When it appeared that he had shot his full load, I moved forward and sucked his cock into me, sucking to draw every last drop of his cum into my mouth. I could feel it in my mouth, warm and tasting just as I had remembered it. I held back from swallowing and released his cock from my lips. Turning around, we lay on our sides, face to face. I moved to him and he laid back on his back. I climbed on top of him and lowered my mouth to his. Our lips joined and as my mouth opened over his, I slipped my tongue inside him, carrying with it some of the cum he had just delighted me with. We lay there, lip locked together and I felt his hands slide down my back and return to playing with my ass, as his cum and our saliva blended into what can only be called a marvelous cocktail. I rolled of him and we lay silently side by side and he propped himself up on one elbow and looked right at me. "Fuck, that was intense. You have such an imagination, and I thought I was creative." I smiled up at him and answered, "I think we complement each other pretty well, doncha think?" "No question. And I have a few ideas to complement what might be on your mind. Let's jump into the shower." He got off the bed and offered me his hand. I slipped the thigh highs from my legs and he led me from the room. We walked into the bathroom. As he turned the shower on, I sat on the commode. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You turned that water on and I suddenly felt I needed to pee." "Whoa," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me up. "Let's use the shower for that, don't waste a drop." He turned the shower water back off and had me sit on the side of the tub, facing the shower wall. He reached down and spread my legs and knelt before me. His cock was now in front of me and a bit higher than my pussy. "I think you will have to lean back to pee up onto me," he said, "But I'll hold you so you don't fall back." He placed a hand on each shoulder and I leaned back, trusting in his hold to support me. I reached down and spread my pussy lips apart and relaxed so my pee would start. It trickled at first, running down the inside of the tub, but as the pressure increased, I let loose a stream that splashed over his balls and up onto his cock. As my pee ran over him, his cock rose to full erection and I soaked it, his balls, and his pubic hair. We both stared at the stream striking him and smiled. "Ooh, that's hot," he commented, "Must be ninety eight point six degrees." "What did you expect, ice water?" I teased him. "Nope. Just what I am feeling, and you'll feel the same when I pee on you." I ran a bit more and finally the stream fell back to a trickle and finally stopped. As the stream ran down and through the tub drain, his hands pulled me back to where I could support myself. "Do we switch now?" I asked. "Nope. You stay right where you are, but slide forward a little so your pussy is all the way into the tub, not on the surface." I did as he told me and watched him take his cock in hand and point it at me. I waited and waited, but nothing happened. "Too hard to piss with this hard on," he said. "Let me sit beside you until I get a bit soft and then we'll try it." He sat beside me on the edge of the tub and we tried to talk about subjects that were not sexually based. We discussed politics, baseball, a trip he took to watch a shuttle launch, and I filled him in on several funny stories from the bank. His cock did get soft and was hanging down in its normal unexcited position. "OK," he said, "I think we can do it now." He stood in front of me and held his cock pointing at my spread legs. Almost immediately his stream began and he proceeded to bathe my pussy with his pee. He was right, it felt hot, just as mine felt to him. I spread my pussy lips open again and his pee splashed all over my exposed cunt and my fingers. It really was a strange sensation as it showered over my clit. He then raised his cock so he could soak my nipples. That was a weird feeling, but I loved it. He even tried to aim higher toward my neck and chin, but the stream wasn't strong enough to reach that high. Finally, while he was still going, he reached for my hands and had me stand and press against him. He reached between us to adjust his cock so that it was pointing straight up and his pee flowed up and covered both of our abdomens. He turned me around and had me lean against the wall. Sensing what he wanted, I reached behind and spread my cheeks and felt the last of his stream splash all over my ass. He finished and I turned back to face him. Pulling me to him he pressed his lips on mine and our tongue became reacquainted. Our bodies were soaked with pee from both of us. Reaching behind me he turned the shower on and the shock of the initial spray of cold water made me jump. He pulled me back against him and adjusted the taps until the hot water was splashing over us. We reached for a washcloth and proceeded to wash each other head to toe, interrupted by frequent kissing and fondling, until we rinsed, left the shower and toweled each other off. We returned to the room and he handed me my stockings, asking me to put them on again. We got back on the bed and resumed our kissing and fondling. In just a few minutes, he turned his body and lay on his back. I climbed on top of him and as I drew his growing cock into my mouth I felt his wicked tongue begin to probe my cunt. We worked slowly on one another and just took full pleasure in the experience. I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks and soon his tongue was travelling from the bottom of my pussy back to my ass. I wanted to do the same for him, but found that I couldn't. It was impossible to reach his ass with my mouth at the same time he was rimming me. However, I could still suck his cock deep inside my mouth and nothing stopped me from using my fingers on his ass. My usually tight anus sensed the pleasure presented to it and relaxed enough that his tongue could probe me. Likewise the spittle I let dribble down under his balls and onto his ass enabled me to slip a finger tip inside him. He made muffled guttural sounds as he continued driving me momentarily insane. Suddenly I felt an intensity build inside me and a sudden release as what we were doing triggered an extended orgasm. As it receded, his tongue slipped from my ass and moved to my soaked cunt. He licked and licked, wanting to catch every drop of my wetness. I released his cock from my mouth and asked if he was ready to cum as well. He said he was close but wanted to save it for my pussy, so I rolled off him and turned so I was straddling him. Lowering down onto him, I felt his cock, wet with my saliva and his precum, easily slip inside me. We began moving slowly and he seemed to get harder. I leaned toward him and offered a nipple to his lips. Sucking it in, he continued his upward thrusting into me. He treated both nipples to a wonderful sucking, and as he released them he asked me lift off him and get on my hands and knees. I did as he asked and felt him move behind me and thrilled to feel his cock slipping back into me from behind. His hand reached up and under me and pulled on each nipple as he began marvelously pounding into me. I was able to support myself on one elbow and reach my free hand under me so I could play with my clit and sense the movement of his cock in and out of me against my hand. Suddenly he called out, "Oh, babe, it's now, it's now," and with a hard thrust into me I felt his cum shooting deep inside me, and then a few seconds later, as he still pumped into me, I felt the cum oozing out of me and getting on my hand and on the sheet. As he drew from me, I felt a large amount of our cum drip into the palm of my hand and on my fingers. I fell forward and rolled to my side as he lay facing me. Our lips met once again and as we broke the kiss, I reached my cum covered hand up into the small gap between our lips. Our tongues reached out and licked my hand clean, pausing occasionally to tangle together. Tut Tut Ch. 02 We lay that way, spent, until I told him I needed to dress and head for home. He helped me by handing me my clothes, but asked, "Aren't those stockings awfully wet now?" ""Yes, they sure are, but I want to feel them on me as I drive home. Plus I may feel funny since you are keeping my panties, so these will make me feel I'm still somewhat properly dressed." We walked to the door and lingered there, kissing deeply. I said I wasn't sure I could get by tomorrow but would try and would let him know. We kissed again and I headed for my car. Tut Tut "Oh, slow, go slow," I said. "I will," he replied as he paused for a few seconds. I pushed back against him to signal him to continue and he slowly pushed deeper inside me, his hands on my hips holding me firmly as he penetrated deeper. I felt the initial pain fade away and found instead the firmness of my ass gripping him gave me an amazing sensation. Slowly at first, and then gradually faster, we worked together and soon I could feel his balls slap against my thighs as he achieved full penetration. I pushed hard and faster back against him and he responded with a like increase in movement. I reached one hand under me until I could begin to finger myself. I could not recall ever having been so wet. My other hand alternated from one nipple to the other, simulating the playing that he had done earlier. I felt his hand grip my hips firmer as he began fucking my ass harder and faster. "Yes, harder, Nick, fuck me with all your energy. Fill my ass with that sweet cum. Let me feel it shooting from you." His breathing got faster and suddenly he groaned with unmatched delight as with each thrust into me he released that elixir of love. I could feel it oozing around his cock and leaking out each time he drew back. Finally with one final thrust, he fell forward against me and we lay there, our bodies soaked with the perspiration of intense sex, until he withdrew from me and we both moved back up onto the bed and I lay with my back to him as he lay spooned against me and we both drifted off to sleep. I woke some time later and quietly left the bed trying not to disturb him. He was sleeping like a lamb, a sign of having given his all to our love making. I quietly dressed and wrote him a short note saying I had to get home but would call him later to arrange our next tryst.