0 comments/ 11129 views/ 4 favorites Wes By: veryopenmind We had been dating three months when I met him. His name was Wes. We just happened to run into him at a local night club. She introduced him as one of her oldest and best friends. He seemed nicest enough and was very respectful to me. I accepted it because I had no reason to doubt her. He bought us a couple of beers and she invited him to sit with us. As the evening and the alcohol rolled on we all became quite friendly. He asked for my permission to dance with her and I said yea sure. He was a gentleman although I did began to wonder about their relationship. She seemed giddy to be around him. He seemed very happy to be close to her. I figured the way to the truth would be through some shots. The waitress brought us 3 shots of tequila. Wes said wow we used to do body shots all the time. She laughed and said honey lick here. She poured some salt on her left breast. I licked it off and chugged my shot. She said O.K. Wes here's yours, pouring more salt on her right one. He licked slowly as he looked me dead in the eye. Then smiled and threw back his shot. She followed quickly with hers and said you bad bad boys! I snatched her up and pulled her to the dance floor. I held her tight and inhaled her scent. She smelled so slutty. Almost like when we had sex. I asked her what that was all about. She replied nothing just old friends having fun. I said well you two must have had a lot of fun! She shrugged it off but I insisted. Really what's up with you and this dude? Baby don't worry about it. We are just getting started let's not bring this up. Bring what up? I had her! Nothing it's nothing. If there is something I should know, it's better to tell me now. I enjoy you and love being with you. So if you want it to work you need to be honest. She looked conflicted. Let's do another shot. O.K. Waitress three more! We sat back down by Wes and consumed another round. I couldn't take it. So Wes just how good of old friends are you two? He smiled. He looked at her and said he will know sooner or later anyway..... She got up and pulled me to the dance floor. Half crying, half excited. She confided in me. I really like you. Are you sure you want to know? Sounds like I need to! Tell me now before we get in too deep and hurt each other. She whispered Wes is my lifelong fuck buddy. I can do whatever and love whoever I want. But I always find myself wanting him again. So our arrangement is for me to remain available to him no matter what else I have going on in my life. This is fucked up! What are you saying? I thought you were single? I am! But I remain open for Wes. It made my head spin! She pleaded with me. Please understand it doesn't change my feelings for you. Actually if you agree to the arrangement it will only strengthen my feelings for you. Whoa this is too much! Let's go. I can't stay here. Let's go. Or should I leave you with Wes! You can. Or you can let him go with us and show you why he will always own a piece of me. WTF! Really? You want me to watch you two? Baby I'm sorry but I do love being with him And I love being with you. Is it so wrong for a girl to want it all? Besides it's only been three months. Try it tonight if you don't enjoy it we had some fun and you found out my dirty little secret before things got to far. I'm going to the bathroom. Buy Wes and me a shot then let me know your answer. Dumbfounded I walked to the bar and ordered 3 more shots. I always dreamed of watching two people fuck but damn the girl I was falling for? I handed Wes his shot he said relax man. It's better you know than for her to do it behind your back. I promise you it will be a show you won't ever forget. The shot hit bottom and I swallowed hard. I said alright then let's see what this is all about! She came back form the rest room and Wes said he's in. She hugged me so tight and said thanks baby but you didn't really have a choice! Oh by the way we are going to your place. She grabbed him by the hand and they walked out of the bar to his car. I went to mine and they followed me to my house. I grabbed us some beers and sat down in the recliner. They piled on the couch. They were making out from the time they hit the door. In no time he had her shirt and bra off. He was making gross slurping noises as he devoured her breasts. He would look up from time to time and shoot me an evil grin. Next he had his hand down her pants as she cooed and moaned. I could hardly take it. Jealously and horniness mixed and unsettled my already drunken senses. She stood up an slid out of her tight jeans and g-string. She stood nude in front of us both. A stunning sight to behold. How had I got so lucky to be with this beautiful woman? Now this strange turn of events was almost more than I could comprehend. He said kneel and she dropped to her knees. Now it's time to show him why. Slowly she unzipped him, her face was flush with excitement. She looked me straight on and said here is the secret. She pulled out his half hard dick and I was astonished. I couldn't look away. It was long yes but thicker than I had ever seen. She giggled and immediately shoved as much as she could in her mouth. Which wasn't nearly half. She sucked him hard and worshipped his amazing cock for at least twenty minutes. Then he said let me have my pussy. She stood up turned around and sat on his cock. It took a few tries to get it all in but she made a painful face and slid all the way down on it. I was in awe. He hadn't done a thing really, she did all the work. Now she was fucking him as he drank his beer and smiled at me. She was gasping every time she pushed him in her. Sweat rolled down her face and back. She grunted like a pig in heat. She seemed obsessed with the act of sex itself. He was calm and relaxed as she pumped away. When she finally came she laid back on him and looked like a woman defeated. After a few quiet moments he said my turn. She put her elbows on the back of the couch and rested her knees on the cushion. He stood behind her and impaled her with his extra wide cock. She screamed and tossed her head around wildly. Her pussy made nasty sloppy sounds. I watched as her pussy seemed to turn inside out every time he pulled his dick out. Was this the same girl I was falling in love with? Wow! It was and I loved this scene. What a fabulous slut! He shoved in and out of her for about ten minutes then shouted he was going to soak her pussy. With that he let out a yell and drilled his load deep inside her. Stillness followed. He slowly pulled out and she collapsed on the couch. He put wiped his dick on her thong and put his clothes back on. She lay there spent as I looked on in shock. He said if you love her, you now know what she likes and what's good for her. She deserves the best. Thanks for understanding and giving her that tonight. With that he walked out the door. I eased up beside her and touched her skin. She was wet with sweat and smelled of his cum. I kissed her forehead and slowly licked her neck. She was nearly passed out. But through her haze she whispered. If you love me clean up after our lover. I had come this far I figured why not try to enjoy every bit of it. Her body was flush red and her legs shook. I pulled them apart to reveal a well used and throughly fucked pussy. Juice oozed out of it and I was overcome with the desire to lick her clean. I softly started licking her legs and worked my way up to her swollen slit. I sucked her hole and a massive amount of semen flooded my mouth. Hot and pungent. Somehow it turned me on. I started to sink my hardness into her when she said not until tomorrow. I carried her to bed and held her all night. I woke up every hour kissing and worshipping her body. In the morning I was rewarded with cold leftover slimy pussy. But it was the best I ever had. Later that day at lunch she said I think Wes is your new best friend. Yes he was. Wes Watches Wendy Wes walked into his modest suburban home and kissed his lovely blonde-haired wife Wendy. He stood only 5'6" but felt tall next to his 4'10" wife. She was living proof that good things do indeed, come in small packages. Wendy curved in all of the right places, had an ample bosom, the face of an angel and her blue eyes sparkled. Merely beholding her beauty, lifted his spirits and made the burden of a hard day at work disappear. The brown haired husband worked for a marketing agency, the potential to earn good money was very promising, but it would take time. The 22 yr. old couple was doing all right, but he longed for financial security. Wes was a wiz with computers and earned extra money repairing and selling computers. He used his cellar as a workshop. Wendy was willing to get a job, but he preferred that she stayed home and care for the house. Wes went upstairs to shower. He emerged from the shower, dried off and entered the bedroom. Wendy was changing her dress and he could not resist molesting her. After a passionate love making session, Wes could not help but wonder if his five and one-half inch dick was enough for her. Wendy had never been with another man and he worried that she needed more! Wes had been true to her ever since they married, but before they married the good looking, brown-eyed-handsome man had played around quite a bit. On several occasions, he shared his dates with a friend who was well-endowed and watched in awe as the girl's went wild and screamed out in lust while being filled with the large cock. He wished that he could provoke that kind of response and wondered if a large cock could inflame Wendy. He got hard just thinking about his wife and a well-endowed lover. Often, he had asked her about it but she said that he was insane, and he was all she ever she wanted. A few days later, two men in their early thirties brought a computer to be repaired. Wendy felt uncomfortable the way the two 6' men ogled her, she directed them to the basement and informed them that her husband was down there. Wes told them to set the computer on the workbench; they introduced themselves as Dan and John. Noticing the computer that Wes was working on displayed an erotic story site, John recommended another site; Wes went to the recommended site and said, "Wow, look at all of these stories of husbands watching their wives servicing big dicks, I love husband watching wife stories!" John asked, "Have you ever shared your wife?" "No, it's just a fantasy but I would love to try it. My wife thinks that I am crazy and says that she will never do such a thing." Dan added, "Well, if she doesn't want to try it, then you will have to persuade her; have her read some of the sex stories and rent some videos on the subject. That will plant the seed in her mind and stimulate her curiosity; soon she will crave a big cock." "I'll try it, what have I got to lose? If she does consent then I will have to find a well-endowed stud for her!" They told him that it was not a problem, dropped their shorts and exposed two of the largest cocks that he had ever seen and told him that they would be honored to introduce his wife to big dicks! Over the next few days, Wes had her reading stories and watching porn with him; they always fucked like rabbits afterwards and he could tell that the huge cocks turned her on. He urged her to try fucking a big dick, She still said no, but her refusals were not quite as firm as before! On Saturday, Wes called John, told him that the computer was ready and asked when he wanted to pick it up. John asked how his wife was coming along, was delighted when he heard of her progress and advised Wes to encourage her to drink alcohol when they watched the porn. Wes stated that he was not going anywhere and John said that he would be over to pick up the computer later that night. About 9 pm. Wes let John and Dan in and led them to the basement, Wendy was drinking beer and reading sex stories! Wes opened the cooler and served beer to every one, telling his wife to drink up or it would get warm. John pressed against her and asked what she was reading. Her face turned crimson when she felt his manhood on her buttocks. The shy little wife could feel it growing and felt her pussy moisten as she answered, "I...I'm reading stories that my husband showed me!" She felt like she was on fire as her nipples hardened and her pussy tingled. John noticed her nipples harden and whispered in her ear, "Is it the stories or my big dick that is turning you on so much? Just think what it would feel like inside of you; your husband would love to watch me fuck you! Why don't you let yourself go and find out what it's like to make love to a real man?" The flustered and frightened wife turned to go saying that she had to shower and go to sleep! The black-haired blue-eyed man grabbed her, held her close, and kissed her ruby-red lips. He guided her dainty hand to his throbbing cock and smiled as she sighed and squeezed the stiff monster. He reached for her love hole but she broke free and fled upstairs. All three men had raging hard cocks, and were stunned when she ran away! Wes asked, "Should we go get her?" John answered, "Not now, I'm not a rapist, she isn't quite ready yet but will be soon and when she does give it up, she will be one hot fuck. Her nipples were hard as nails and I bet her pussy was leaking love juice; she will be well worth waiting for." Dan added, "I can't wait to get into her sultry little panties, she is hot!!!" The men left and Wes rushed up to join his wife. He held the trembling girl in his loving arms and tried to comfort her. She asked, "Do you really want me to screw that guy? What would you think of me and how could you possibly enjoy watching him put that big thing in me?" "I will always love you and always think that you are the most wonderful girl in the world. It would be so sexy watching you enjoying a big cock, as long as you can separate love and lust. I want you to experience great sex but please don't stop loving me. You are my most cherished treasure on earth and I could never bear losing you." "Give me time, I have to admit that he turned me on and I was tempted but I just don't know." Wes reached down and discovered that she was indeed very wet and ready for some loving! While he fucked her, he pictured her taking a huge dick in her tight little pussy and came quickly. Before they went to sleep, Wes called her a 'nasty little girl', getting so wet for another man's big cock. Two weeks later, they were watching dirty movies; she was feeling her drinks and getting extremely horny. Wes decided to invite the guys over and see what would happen; he explained the situation and told them that the door would be unlocked and to come right in. Wendy was a vision of loveliness in her pink satin robe, brassiere and panties. They cuddled and he removed the bra and panties. His lips sucked her rubbery nipples and two fingers worked into her slippery pussy. The startled wife tried to cover up when she looked up to see John and Dan staring at her nakedness. Wes went to the kitchen to bring them beers; the poor wife was petrified! Before she could tie the belt on the robe, both men sat beside her; she felt like a mouse trapped by two hungry cats! Hands traveled all over her luscious body and lips kissed her, her hands were placed on two stiff cocks and fingers found their way in to her soaking pussy! Wes placed the beers on the coffee table, walked to an easy chair and sat back to enjoy the show. The two horny dudes stood up and dropped their shorts and underpants; they let them fall to the floor and faced the awestruck wife. The stunned girl stared in disbelief at the two huge cocks in front of her face. Dan was a redhead and his 9" dick was surrounded by fiery red pubic hair. John rubbed his 10" monster against her pretty face. Her hands were placed on the throbbing monsters, her face turned crimson and she was consumed with burning lust! The little wife felt both fear and desire. Her tiny hands stroked the large dicks, she marveled at the thickness of the two stiff cocks, her little fingers barely fit around the massive hunks of meat and she felt so naughty and slutty when her eyes gazed upon her wedding ring rubbing against John's colossal cock. The young wife felt a longing deep inside of her; desire filled her loins and the urge to devour these two 'big bringers of pleasure' was overwhelming. John demanded, "Put my big cock in your sweet mouth and suck it, little girl!" Her big blue eyes sparkled like a glass of burgundy wine, her angelic face appealed to her husband for guidance and without saying a word; the innocent wife conveyed to her husband that she needed him to tell her what to do! Wes had his dick out and was playing with it. The lewd seen across the room had his dick harder than it ever has been before. Wendy, his innocent wife, looked like a wanton slut with two big dicks in her hands. He could see the desire and lust in her blue-eyes, a part of him wanted to say 'stop' but a stronger part wanted to see his wife submit to the two horny men with the gigantic cocks. He was compelled to tell her, "Go ahead baby, I want you to enjoy yourself, let your hair down and go wild; but after it is over come back to my loving arms!" Dan said, "You heard your husband, suck our dicks, you know you want them." Her lips slowly opened as Dan slid his stiff cock into her mouth. Wendy could feel the veins of his cock on her tongue. She lovingly stroked John's cock as she sucked more of Dan's manhood into her mouth. Saliva dripped from her chin as she desperately tried to swallow the whole thing. Red pubic hair tickled her nose as his balls slapped her chin. The little wife choked and gagged when the big dick became rock hard and ejected hot cum in her sucking mouth! She liked the taste and desperately tried to consume all of his slimy joy juice! He vigorously continued fucking her face and cum leaked out of her full mouth and mixed with her saliva and trickled down her chin. When he finally withdrew his withering dick from her mouth with a 'plop', the young wife attempted to catch her breath, but John had other ideas and pushed his cock between her parted lips and fucked her face with fervor. She cupped his heavy ball sack with her little hands and tickled his balls; this increased his arousal and soon his seed was jetting down her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and his cock was still squirting all over her face, tits and stomach. She was ordered to lick both cocks clean and she willingly complied. Wendy rested her head on the sofa; she tried to compose herself and thought that her defilement was over. Suddenly her shapely legs were spread and she looked down to see Dan going down on her smoldering pussy! Waves of rapture washed over her entire body, his tongue embarked her on a voyage to nirvana and when he sucked her clit, she exploded her love juices in his mouth and saw all of the colors of the rainbow; she reached a sublime state of bliss that she never knew existed. He slid his tongue down to her tiny tush-hole and fucked it wildly with his flicking tongue! Wendy was moaning loudly when John put his hardening cock in her mouth. The once innocent wife gulped and slurped eagerly on his manhood; she felt the monster come alive in her mouth and tried to gobble it all up! Wendy felt disappointment when Dan's tongue stopped working its magic and wanted to encourage him to continue, but she couldn't speak, her mouth was stuffed full with John's big dick! Then suddenly!!! She cried out but the sound was muffled; John held the back of her head to his cock as he fucked her face. Her pussy felt so full, Dan was pumping her pussy with his large cock! It felt so good; she humped back vigorously while continuing to feast on John's big cock. All of her inhibitions were gone; the only thing that mattered was the immense pleasure that the two big cocks were bringing to her inflamed body. Wendy fucked back violently when Dan reached his climax; he withdrew his cock from her hungry hole and splashed his cum all over her tits and stomach. Dan's cock was replaced by John's big dick. The little wife wrapped her legs around his hips, her twitching cunt swallowed up his big cock and she moaned out in ecstasy, "Ohhhh...Godddd, it feels so goodddd!!! Yesss... fuck meeee!! Pound my naughty pussy with your big fat cock!! It hurts sooo gooddd!! I'm cummingggg. Yessss, please don't stoppp!!!" John shot a load of hot cum up her hungry pussy and cleaned his cock on her thighs. Wes could not believe his eyes; the sight of his wife's gaping pussy leaking another man's cum was so lewd and vile but at the same time so erotic; the voyeur husband could not hold back his own climax! The guys left saying that they hoped to be invited back very soon; they told Wendy that she was fantastic. She just gave them a contented smile. Wes held his wife in his arms and told her that he loved her. A look of disbelief covered her face and she said, "I don't understand; you just watched me service two men and act like a wanton slut. How the hell does that make you love me?" "Wendy, that didn't make me love you. I already loved you and I just wanted to tell you that I still do. They were right, you were fantastic and I don't have to ask you if you liked it. All I need to know is if you still love me?" "Yes, I do, but I have changed, I have new cravings and desires. You have opened a door that perhaps you should have left closed. Let's hope that this new lifestyle doesn't ruin our marriage." "It won't, I want to be with you, no matter what. You are the same wonderful person, the only difference is that you have expanded your sexual horizons; look at it as a road to wild passionate adventures that we will travel together! Our marriage may not be normal, but, 'fuck normal', let's enjoy the ride!" The young couple made passionate love and went to sleep. Three months passed, John and Dan came over once a week but that was the extent of their new swinging lifestyle. Wes had become friendlier with his boss, Mark, Wendy and Wes attended a couple of company functions, and Mark made no secret of the fact that he found Wendy attractive, he lavished her with amorous attention and his stunning wife, Rita, seemed to find it amusing! After a meeting at work, Mark pulled Wes aside and invited him to bring his wife over to their home for cocktails and a poolside barbeque that coming Saturday. As they drove up the long winding driveway to the mansion, the young couple was impressed. A beautiful and quite sexy Hispanic maid let them in the spacious home. Wendy marveled at the tasteful furnishings, Wes stared at the sexy French maid's uniform and lusted after her sensual body. The maid swung her hips and guided the young couple to the pool area. Carla, the maid was instructed to bring them drinks; they could not take their eyes off the older couple. The 42 year old man had dark hair with traces of gray, he had a gut but what really caught their eyes was the outline of his mammoth cock, which the white thong that he wore did little to conceal. His 36 yr. old wife wore a string bikini that was stretched by her humongous breasts and her thong did not conceal the bush of red hair. The voluptuous redhead's green-eyes were captivating as she asked the young couple where their bathing suits were. Wendy said that they were under their clothes. Rita suggested that they disrobe, relax and enjoy themselves. A couple of hours passed and they swam, drank and enjoyed each other's company. Rita caught Wendy staring at her husband's crouch and as the young wife tried to look away and asked her, "Do you see something you like, my dear? You don't have to look away and pretend that you don't notice my husband's big cock! I'm sure that he would be delighted to give you a better look. Mark, come over and introduce the little girl to what she is yearning for and I will entertain her hubby!" Rita embraced Wes and kissed him passionately, she guided his lips to her huge tits, he nursed on the rubbery nipples and she smiled when she noticed him watching Wendy with Mark! "At first I thought that you were worried what your wife was doing but I get it now; you are a voyeur, you like to watch, don't you? Have you ever watched your little wife have sex before? Please tell me, I want to know!" "Well, yes, but only a for the last three months with the same guys." "Guys? Do you mean to tell me that sweet young thing took on more than one man? Did you get off watching her get ravished? Did they have large cocks?" "There were only two men, they had big dicks and yes, I did cum watching her suck and fuck them!" "You are both so nasty! I thought that she was sweet and innocent; I'm so very proud of you, I like to watch too, so let's relax and watch my husband ruin her with his enormous cock!" Mark was kissing the young wife, his lips kissed down her neck, he sucked her stiff nipples and he guided her hand to his throbbing cock. The skimpy thong fell to the ground and the enraptured young wife stroked and squeezed his massive manhood. The monster was much larger than John's big dick and she could not fit her fist around the fat cock! Her legs grew weak and her small frame shuddered when she anticipated being fucked by this 14" satisfier. Mark carried her to the grass and set her down. He licked her pussy, sucked her clit and nibbled on her pussy lips. The young girl went wild with lust and fucked his face with fervor, her orgasm was earth shattering and the juices freely flowed from her clammy cunt! Mark turned to a sixty-nine position, he continued to lap her pussy and she accepted as much of his big cock into her hungry mouth as she possibly could. Carla wiggled down the walk in her high-heels and smiled at the young wife trying to gobble up the big cock. Rita instructed her to put the drink tray down, get comfortable and join Wes and her as they watched the sex show! The sexy Latin lady stripped down to her stockings and heels and gazed at Wes' lap; she spotted his stiff dick and declared, "Looks like someone is glad to see me! Let's pull his pants down and free his dick from its confines. I think that it needs some air!" With that said, the two sensual love kittens tugged down his bathing shorts and played with his dick and he fingered their pussies while they watched his wife submit to the big dick, devil. Mark had the pretty wife on her knees and he plowed into her pussy from behind. She moaned, groaned and fucked back hard at the colossal cock. Mark taunted her saying, "You little slut, tell me how much you love my big dick, beg me to fuck you and let me know that you would do anything that I say for the privilege of having my mighty-member stuffed up your sloppy cunt! Talk to me slut, or I will pull out right now!" "No, no, please fuck me, I do love your big fat cock up my pussy and I will do anything you say. Oh, it feels so good, it's so deep inside me, I'm cumming, Ohhhhhh...Yesssss!!! Aggggggggg..." Mark pulled out and then rammed his cock in her tight ass. The horrified young wife cried out, "No, please don't do this, I've never done this before and you are sooo bigggg, agggggg...shitttt!!! It hurtssss soooo much, please stopppp..." Mark sank his mighty weapon deeper and said, "Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch! Soon you will like it and beg for more. I'm going to fuck the shit out of your stinking shit hole!!! I'm going to tear you a brand new ass-hole and make you love it!!! Rita strolled over to the screaming wife and spread her legs in front of Wendy's face and announced, "You make too much noise bitch! We don't want the police called to our home so I will muffle your screams with this beautiful cunt." The voluptuous redhead sat in front of Wendy's face and grabbed a fist-full of blonde hair and roughly brought the pretty face to her sopping pussy. The young wife smelled the aroused cunt and felt an urge to taste it. She never would have believed it but she achieved the best orgasm of her life while feasting on the delicious cunt and bucking back at the throbbing cock stuffed up her ass! The pain in her butt subsided and was replaced by intense pleasure. Rita was correct; her smoldering cunt muffled the screams of the licentious little wife. Rita reached a powerful climax and made sure Wendy licked it all up. Mark was still pounding her ass. Wes Watches Wendy Carla jerked Wes off, his cum shot straight up into the air when he watched his precious wife become a willing fuck-slut for the dominating older couple. Carla laughed and told him to 'watch this'. Carla helped Rita get up and replaced her. Wendy immediately assaulted the succulent pussy with her hungry little mouth. She gobbled and feasted on the tasty treat and tried to devour the sweet honey-pot. Carla murmured, "Good girl, you like my caramel candy don't you? You are a great little pussy licker, I want to take you home with me and sit on your sweet face all night long. Yeah baby, do it, suck on my clit, nibble on my fat pussy lips and wiggle your tongue as far up my horny cunt as you can! A muffled scream could be heard from her sucking mouth as Mark ejected his sperm up her heinie-hole! Carla held Wendy's face to her smoldering volcano and forced the young wife to lick up every drop of hot lava as she erupted in Wendy's sweet face! Wes came closer to witness the gaping ass hole that dripped rivers of sticky cum. The women laughingly told him to kiss his loving wife and taste their pussies. Mark put his arm around Wes and told him that he had a great future with the company! After promising that they would be back the following weekend, Wes had to assist his wife to the car, she could hardly walk. That was the beginning of their journey into the decadent world of depraved sex. Were they happy? Did the young couple find bliss in the word of forbidden sex? "Abso-fucking-lutely!!! West Fiction is titillating to write, but when remembering the author believes. Imagination is infinite possibility that I cannot control and my mind rebels, scoffing: now it's just masturbation, you know that. And so my flights of fancy are ended with the abrupt report of a not-so-distant shotgun blast: my equally uncontrolled skepticism has thus spoken, and has had the final word. Here is a tear. I weep for my innocence. But I still believe in these other fictions, you see. I call them memories, and have fabricated them in a somewhat different manner. That is neither here nor there but everywhere, since I am no psychologist or stamp collector and cannot point and discern and name. Instead I feel myself enveloped in the somewhat intangible non-substance of me, another fiction, but a noble one, and one which, despite my best efforts, I continue to take for granite. But I am of that very same stuff, itty-bitty bits of carbon. Hm. And then some. So while my imagination may swell like a wave or a cock or a balloon, it is deflated just as easily (as the balloon). (Portions of the simile worked better than others, admittedly.) But my rock-solid ego knows no erosion, no matter how vigorously it is stroked and sucked and...oh, my. In short: I share my memories instead of some ill-begotten fantasy because it's how I get my rocks off. Maybe things aren't entirely true. Does it matter? Were they true to begin with? Who am I talking to, really? Stumble into this knowing that all this happened, however, even if I'm not being entirely honest. Like all stories with an undercurrent of eroticism this yarn begins with: nothing. Nothing but a nondescript yearning for something new -- not so simple: something that has been estranged from us, torn from our flanks like a rib or a pound of flesh; something that was once ours but for which we now find ourselves longing. This was that, then. We wanted sex and a nice day away from the troubles of our past and present and wanted the freedom to shriek orgasmically or at least tremble and groan amidst the heat of each other's desperate embrace. And we wanted sex. Henceforth, we headed west. I forgot a few details. We (my Molly and me) awoke that morning with deceptively simple plans. Drive to the coast, we would, spend a late-January's day there, and have some sort of fun, whatever sort of fun we could lay our greedy hands on. Now please picture Molly with me: she's just my sort of wet dream. A red hot pixie of a girl, five-foot three who looks remarkably good in thongs. Her tits are full and just more than a handful, oh, reader, you've not experienced ecstasy to the fullest, not like I have: I've seen my cock buried in between those beautiful breasts, my huge purple head emerging from its lair with each thrust, her tongue giving me little licks of encouragement until I shoot my load all over her chest and face. How can you possibly compete? Yet that's not all; her mouth works wonders every time she goes down on me, sucking and jerking me off and oh god knows what else, I'm always too far gone to tell what, exactly, is going on. Touching every bit of her smooth skin is sensuality in its highest of forms, but once I'm inside her -- In any case, we had a little toy we would be playing with throughout the day, and I helped Molly as she adjusted the straps of her Christmas present: a little butterfly-shaped vibrator, worn like underwear, its business end held securely over her clit by the elastic bands I was now fooling with. Best of all, I held the on/off switch, a little remote control kept discretely in my pocket. The little slut loved it. Am I missing anything? Perhaps -- if I remember I shall fill it in later. But for now we were off, horny teenagers in search of the ocean and whatever pleasure we could find on the way. Yet we were not quite so free, and had to contend with traffic before leaving the city, as all mortals must. Errant honking horns, demons hiding in blind spots, overpasses and concrete paths that ascend into heaven; enough to make a man go mad. But at a red light or a lull in activity, I had our toy to help time pass more quickly: I would toggle the switch (sometimes covertly so Molly would not see it coming), and, a second later, would watch my darling, beside me, begin to coo and moan in pleasure and in pleasant surprise. "Oh, Mark," she would say, breathing heavily, and I would smile -- but not for too long. I of course had some driving to attend to; and, furthermore, did not want Molly to have too much fun, no, not yet. Before we got out of the city, we had several such moments. Molly would pout after each bout, sighing "aw, just a little longer?" and maybe place a hand over the bulge in my jeans, licking her lips suggestively. Oh, how I wanted it -- but just then the light would always change, or a hummer would pull up beside me, and I had no tinted windows to hide myself from prying eyes. So when we hit the open road, as you can imagine, I was almost bursting out of my pants. But Molly -- though she could hardly restrain herself better than I -- took her sweet time, a type of cruel vengeance, I thought. Eventually, however, after maybe five torturous minutes of barreling down a straight, level, and almost-empty highway, Molly's little hands began crawling towards my crotch. Soon enough, she was rubbing my cock through the fabric of my pants, tracing titillating circles over the head, then running the width of four fingers up :::: then down :::: then up again along the length of my shaft. Amidst incoherent murmurs of ecstasy I manage to enunciate: "Stop teasing me you slut it's time you got down to business." And that she did, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans in a few deft movements. My cock sprang free from its prison, but no sooner had it done so when it was gripped swiftly by the throat. "Now who's in charge, huh?" she said somewhat coyly as she began to jerk me off. I groaned and did all I could to keep from flying off the road. Molly was encouraged: she bent towards me and began licking the tip of my cock, almost imperceptibly at first and then with increasing pressure until she was circling the circumference with her hot, wet tongue. And then, without warning, she bobbed her entire head down, taking almost the full length of my cock into her mouth. She stopped with her mouth full, and I could feel her tongue going to work. It's impossible to tell what she was doing, exactly: it was a flurry of movement that was hidden from my view. But I could certainly feel its effects, on all sides of my cock; it seemed impossible, as if two or three women were going to work at once, licking and rubbing and swirling and sucking all simultaneously. Not content with this, however, her head began moving again, and continued, bobbing up and down with steadily increasing speed as a free hand held the base of my cock tightly -- keeping her divine tongue in frenzied motion all the while. I gripped the wheel tightly, trying to keep from cumming immediately, yes, but also trying to keep my eyes from rolling up into the back of my skull, a somewhat hazardous state to be in while still going sixty. Molly must've sensed this; she checked her pace and tamed her tongue, taking as much of my cock into her mouth as she could, oh-so-slowly, sucking hard as her head moved back up at the same speed. This went on for a while; I felt the head swell on each movement upward as the suction forced blood to the end, and a sudden release each time she took the length back into her mouth, rubbing the underside of the engorged mass with her tongue as she went down again. So while this still felt incredible, it allowed me a much-needed opportunity to catch my breath, so to speak. No sooner had I recovered, however, when she was at it again with renewed vigor. This time, her tongue went to work solely on the head, while her hand -- hitherto inactive save for its grip -- began to jerk me off wildly. All I could manage was "fuck" and a few more such expletives. She paused. "You like that, baby?" she said teasingly, kissing the tip lovingly. "Oh God yes, you know I do." She did indeed know, and needed no further encouragement. At first, she resumed what she had been doing -- but then, for further variation, began twisting her hand as she stroked me, her hand gliding effortlessly over the skin, nicely lubricated by a combination of her saliva and my pre-cum. It drove me wild, and very near the edge. Oh, how I wanted to cum; my cock felt dangerously near to exploding, and there I was, teetering, longing desperately for release. "Fuck, Molly, keep sucking, baby, I want to cum in your mouth." As a reply, she began a vicious alternation: swallowing my cock for a moment, still stroking what little remained at the base; head now bobbing frantically, her hand moving in rhythm with her lips; her tongue, as always, everywhere at once. It was not long before I came, spurting hot jets of semen into her throat. It overwhelmed her for a moment and a few drops escaped her lips and dribbled down unto my pubic hair, but she recovered and voraciously devoured the rest. She kept sucking as my cock kept throbbing in the throes of ejaculation, endlessly, it seemed. When my organ had lost its impetus, she sucked some more, and then licked my still semi-hard cock clean. "Mmm," she moaned when her face reemerged, licking her lips. "Was that...satisfactory?" "Perhaps," I said, taking understatement to an extreme. "Perhaps?" she asked as she reached over swiftly cupped my balls, not unpleasantly. "Yes," I reconsidered. "Quite satisfactory." "Good!" she said as she carefully zipped up my jeans. "Because I had fun too." "And why's that?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Because I'm a cum-hungry slut, that's -- oooh." At the words "cum-hungry slut" I had reached over and toggled the switch, which had been resting in the door handle beside me for easy access. "And I bet you like that too, don't you? You cum-hungry slut." "Ohh, yesss," she whimpered as she grasped her nipples through her top -- which was, incidentally, a more or less demure piece of lingerie (as far as lingerie goes, that is). "Oh God, Mark," she continued: "You have no idea how wet I am!" I decided to find out, reaching over with my right hand and slipping it up her long skirt, which she had already partly hitched-up so that one milky thigh was exposed. I cupped the toy lightly, feeling its vibrations course through my hand, then moved my fingers down, running one along the length of her dripping slit. It was no lie: she was soaking wet. As the vibrator kept running, I penetrated her with just a fingertip. She yelped: "Oh I love that baby, I love that soo much." I thrust in and out slightly -- not too deeply, mind you, but maintained a quick constant rhythm. "Fuck!" she yelled and began mumbling incoherently, adding after not long: "oh keep going, please, please ohh god..." I stopped, both my finger and the vibrator at the same time. "What...? Hey!" "Nah-uh-uh," I said tauntingly. "But I was so close!" "Oh, I know that. But you can't cum, not yet." "Aww," she pouted, betraying a smile. "Why not?" "Because cum-hungry sluts like you need to be taught a lesson, that's why." "Pleeeeease?" she begged in her best little-girl voice. "No, not until I decide you've earned it." "But..." "Nope. And any more complaints from you," I added, knowing what she wanted, "and I'll have to spank you." "Really??" She asked excitedly, with a twinkle in her eye. So of course, she kept pestering me, and I vowed retribution -- but later (you'll see, patience please). "I'll await my punishment submissively," she promised with a grin, and then began licking my ear, with occasional sharp little nibbles. But a roadtrip cannot keep up such a feverish pitch for long (or can it?): soon our conversation turned to matters more mundane. It was, nonetheless, becoming a beautiful drive. After not long, the straight highway reached the forest and the mountains, snaking back and forth in serpentine switchbacks amidst the green as it ascended. Molly gazed out the window, enchanted by the scenery whenever the trees cleared enough to allow an unobstructed view of the valley we were leaving behind, and keeping an eye out for roadside signs that might suggest anything of interest along the way. "Hey Mark," she said after a while, "there's a 'scenic viewpoint' in half a mile." "With a view of what?" "I don't know that's all the sign said." I figured it'd be nice to feel the ground again. We had not been driving for long, and could easily keep going, but this was our vacation, and we were in no rush. "Would you like to stop?" "Yeah, that sounds nice." Doubtlessly she felt the same. I know this because we know each other. Suspend your doubt, dear reader, set aside your nihilism and believe, and if you refuse to allow room in your philosophy for something that surpasses solipsism, then, if for no other reason, merely respect the author's authority: we are soulmates. Question it not. Soon enough, I saw the viewpoint, which was little more than an enlarged and graveled shoulder. The view, admittedly, was not spectacular: but it gave as an excuse to stretch our legs. We had no company there. The few cars that were on the road this time of year passed by with no hint of stopping, and, admittedly, the weather was not the most inviting. But we were there; and I had made sure to slip the remote into my jacket pocket discreetly as we stepped out. The edge resembled a cliff, though to be fair if one were to fall it would be more of a violent tumble than some sort of spectacular final flight. And on that cliff we held each other, not taking in the sight of the scenery but focused instead on each other, I looked at her eyes intently and neither of us said a word. We kissed wildly, arms wrapped around our better half's bodies, pelvises desperately trying to connect. I grabbed her ass with one hand and patted it not-so-softly. She might have moaned to express pleasure, but we were kissing, so she bit my lip instead. While she was distracted, however, I flipped the switch that I had so carefully carried out with me; here, she gasped, but as our lips were locked she drew her air from my lungs instead of the atmosphere, literally taking my breath away. We kept kissing all the while, Molly occasionally emitting little whimpers, my hands at times her caressing her tits as well. Molly's hand, of course, was grabbing and massaging my cock through my pants: but need I even add this, at this point? But, as I said, nothing lasts for too long, and I would not let sweet Molly cum, not yet. So I braved her disappointment once again when her panting began to betray the extent of her excitement. We re-entered the car and got back on the road most traveled. The highway didn't change much but we fancied the pacific was not far off now. It would not, however, be our last stop. We had advanced for less than half an hour before we caught sight of another opportunity to stop: a sign informed us we approached Oregon's tallest tree. Like the scenic viewpoint, it served as more of an excuse than anything else, a site for us to stop and have our fun. And have our fun we did. We noticed, of course, that there were no cars parked nearby as we drove up to it, set apart from the highway by a short road and a narrow bridge. I parked the car within sight of the tree, which had a wooden-floor area around it along with one of those information boards you often see at state monuments and whatnot. It was a short walk away, maybe a hundred feet or so. We got out of the car and did some touristy type things, looking up at the tree and maybe reading a bit about it, taking pictures of ourselves in front of it, sitting on a bench for a while gazing up at it and talking. But we soon grew listless, particularly upon noticing a path than began from the other side of the tree, leading us even farther from our car. We decided to follow it for a while. It did not take us long to notice that we were utterly alone, and here, feeling almost lost in the woods (although we had, in truth, not wandered that far, but the foliage was dense enough to make us feel isolated) we came to the silent conclusion that there was little chance of us being disturbed. We began kissing, softly at first amidst the cool moisture in the air, our bodies pressed gently together, but as you might expect things did not, could not stop there. Our sexual energy seems to feed on each other's, making restraint, of course, somewhat difficult. And so I began fondling her tits, feeling them soft through the lace of the lingerie she was wearing; but I could not be satisfied. I greedily slipped a hand under, wanting to feel her naked skin and feel her shiver as my cold skin touched her eager nipples. She shuddered just as I had expected, and then kept shuddering when I turned on the vibrator some more. By now it was an old trick but she could nevertheless not see it coming, and I couldn't help myself, I had to hear her moan. This time, however, I was not content with kissing her; I pushed her down, forcing her to sit on the large trunk of a fallen tree. She knew what I was doing, and parted her legs almost immediately. "You little slut!" I shouted, laughing, but then got an idea. "Actually," I said, "let me sit there." She must have thought I wanted my cock sucked again and so complied (she had not been lying when she had described herself as 'cum-hungry'). However, she must have guessed at my actual intentions when, instead of asking her to kneel, I told her to lie, face down, on my lap, with her ass in the air. "Mmm, yes, Master," she said, and then complied. I stopped the vibrator and pulled up her skirt so that her cheeks were exposed. "This, you slut," I said, "is your promised punishment for pestering me earlier." "Oh, God, I can't wait!" And no sooner had she said the words than WHAP! my hand came down hard upon her tender ass, and she gasped and then squealed in delight. Soon I saw my handprint emerge, left in red upon her pale skin. With every slap she moaned louder, and I would occasionally turn on the vibrator in short bursts for an added surprise. Her sweet cunt was glistening with moisture; I would sometimes sneak peeks of it after spanking her, and sometimes, if I felt generous, slipping in half a finger. Soon she was begging to be fucked. God knows I wanted it too; nothing would have pleased me more than bending her over the fallen log and taking her from behind like an animal while the spanking continued. But just as I was about to succumb and give us what we both wanted, we heard the sound of voices from the direction of the nearby tree. Hurriedly and somewhat frantically, we composed ourselves. Molly's skirt had aided greatly to our continued discretion; but the flush proved impossible to remove from our faces. After a quick kiss, we walked in silence back to the car, past a family that had just arrived in a light-blue minivan. "Holy shit that was hot!" Molly blurted out once we had gotten inside the car and could talk with the assurance of not being overheard. "Oh I know. How's your ass?" "Sore and I'm loving it." "You deserve it." "I know, Mark. Thank you for giving a little slut like me exactly what she deserves...and exactly what she wants." "Oh, no thank-yous necessary. I was about five seconds away from fucking you, you know." "Aw! If only those people hadn't showed up!" "I know, baby...but we'll get the chance soon enough." "Yes we will, and it'll be that much sweeter when we do." "Exactly." Like that, we were off again, still breathing heavily from our cut-short experience. The ocean still loomed in front of us, growing closer with every bend, it could not be long now. West Then, after entering the first beach town the highway brought us to, Canon Beach, there it was: one could see where the street ended and met the sand, the grey and tumultuous ocean stretching on for infinity at the horizon. I searched for a place to park, and we found a rather empty public lot behind a grocery store. Surely, in the summer, all this space would be filled; now, in the midst of winter, we had an almost unhindered choice of spots, with few pedestrians around. I chose the far side, of course. We sat for a while in silence, kissing a bit, but neither of us wanted another unwelcome surprise. "Want to smoke some pot?" I offered, having brought some along. Molly hesitated. She had been arrested for possession before and was quite a bit more cautious than I was when it came to smoking herb in public. I managed to convince her that, with one of us keeping an eye out and nearly no one in sight, the risks would be minimal. She agreed with little need to be persuaded, wanting to get high as much as I did. So I took out the weed and packed a bowl with it, and we smoked within the safety and comfort of my car, taking turns smoking and looking around. We paused a few times as cars and people came and went, but on the whole we were mostly undisturbed. When we finished and had basked in the car's now smoky interior for a while, then stumbled out, hungry and high. We wanted to reach the sand eventually, but for now we had more pressing concerns, like lunch. We walked down the unbusy street of the empty beach town, looking for an appealing place to eat and anything else that caught our eye along the way, seeing shops through windows, window-shopping but not really, and some of them were closed but despite being the slow season most things still seemed to be functioning, restaurants, of course, included. Molly and I stopped at the first restaurant we came across, or maybe not the first exactly, but the first that seemed reasonably priced; we were poor college students, after all, and could hardly afford to patronize establishment geared primarily toward middle-age execs visiting their beach houses. So we ended up stopping at a nice-looking grill, taking a look at the menu before entering. We stood around for a while in order to get seated, although there was almost no one there. It had occurred to us to eat outside, but when we asked we were told that there was no service there, being winter and all, so we settled, quite happily, on a booth inside the restaurant. We were the only ones there, sitting comfortably on the side, save a family with a couple noisy young children. Things went, well, normally, at least at first. We looked at the menus again demurely, our eyes on the dishes this time instead of the prices. I must've ordered something not-too-exciting, probably a burger; and Molly ordered a soup and a sandwich. I am sorry, reader, that I can't share little details like these adequately; but like I said, I don't remember, and it's unimportant. You're most likely not reading this story for our eating habits, anyway. So let's get on with it. And so I did indeed get on with it; after we had ordered, while the children were screaming, I flipped on the vibrator on for a few seconds and watched Molly jerk in surprise. She had not been expecting me to do that, not here. She raised an eyebrow at me. "What?" I asked, quite innocently. "There are...people," she said in a hushed voice, not really a whisper but still not wanting to be heard by others. "So?" "They have kids." I answered her by turning on the vibrator once for, leaving it one for maybe five seconds, then switching it off. It's buzz was low-pitched and hardly audible from where I was sitting; I doubted that the family, sitting nearly on the other side of the room, could hear anything. "Mmm," she moaned despite herself. And then, when the toy was turned off: "Mark..." she said, almost whining. "You don't like it?" I asked, rhetorically. "I do but...the kids. They're right there." I turned on the vibrator and left it on: "It's not like they know where that innocuously little buzzing comes from, even if they could hear it, which I doubt sincerely." I left it on for a few more seconds to drive home my point, watching her squirm and tremble. "Mm that feels so good, baby, but their parents, Mark." She still looked slightly insecure. Perfect. I love torturing her. "I'm sure they can't hear..." Just then the waitress brought our food. We thanked her, and she added, "If you need anything, just come let me know, I have to tend the bar as well." "Not much business this time of year, huh?" "No, not much, especially now, it's after lunch but not quite dinnertime." I checked my watch; she was right, although it didn't seem so late. The town outside, however, had all the characteristics of a typical midweek lazy afternoon, and I should've known. Just as the waitress was leaving, while she was still in earshot, I toggled the vibrator on and off rapidly, giving Molly just a short burst of sensation. She gasped. The waitress turned around. "Is everything all right, Miss?" She had not heard the toy but had heard its effects instead. "Uh, yeah," Molly stammered. "The soups a little hot, that's all. Thank you though." "No problem." She walked away. "Mark!" Molly reprimanded me, hushed again. "Sorry baby," I said with a sheepish grin. "I just couldn't help myself." Molly blushed. "That was really hot." "I thought you would enjoy it," I said, and bit into a french fry. We ate for a little while, and the family that occupied the room with us soon left. We were alone. We looked at each other simultaneously. Oh, yes. "So," Molly said. "So." "Well, now that..." I didn't let her finish. I turned on the vibrator and she finished the sentence with a suppressed "oh shit." I slipped off my shoe and placed my foot gently in her crotch, putting some pressure on the toy, pressing it more closely against her clit. "How do you like that, you slut?" "Oh fuck...mm baby that feels ohhh..." I think she liked it. A little too much, so I stopped soon enough. She looked disappointed, but had been expecting as much. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" "Mm-hm." "So when will you let me cum?" "Oh, I don't know. When I feel like it. When I decide you've earned it." She paused for a second, and smiled. Now I was confused. What was going on in that dirty little mind of hers? She immediately put her foot over my cock, rubbing slowly, trying to get a feel for things. It felt sexy as hell, but didn't really do much for me, admittedly, although I still got rock-hard, knowing I had this slut wrapped around my pinky. She sensed as much; doing anything of the sort with one's foot is far from easy. But after looking around the room, and seeing no one there, she took a bolder move: she darted under the table. Oh shit, I thought, just as her hands reached my zipper. She had my cock out and in her mouth within a heartbeat, sucking wildly. I could not see her, and could only imagine what she was doing. All I knew was that this was the second time she had attacked my cock today, and it felt even better now than it had before. Maybe it was the distant possibility of being caught; even though the waitress had told us she would not come by unless we sought her out, even though it was a slow time of day during the off-season, we were nonetheless in a fairly public place, and the possibility of being caught with a hot slut underneath the table only excited me more. Call me immature, but it felt naughty as hell. Molly did not hold back. She sucked away with even more energy, it seemed, than she had in the car. No doubt our precarious situation had aroused her as well; I could hear her slurping and the sound of her breathing heavily. It was the best blowjob of my life. Soon enough, I was cumming again, fisting clenching, eyes closed, "Oh fuck," I said, unable to restrain myself, "fuck, FUCK! I'm cumming you dirty slut I'm cumming!" I felt my jism shoot deep into her throat as she kept sucking, playing with my tightening balls and making sure she had gotten every last drop. She cleaned me off and tucked my cock back in, and reemerged on the other side of the table. "So?" she asked, feigning innocence. Still catching my breath, I managed to utter, "Oh God, Molly, that was the best blowjob of my life." She beamed proudly. "Well thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." She licked her lips. "As you can guess, I got a little something I wanted, also." "And what's that?" I asked, knowing but wanting to hear it once again. "Well, you know..." "No, I don't. What was it you got?" "Your hot cum, silly," and she licked her lips. This 'cum-hungry slut' motif is one any writer or reader alike could get used to. I don't know. I don't mean to impose my opinion but I'm sure you'll at least agree, to a certain extent, that this was a pretty good deal, yes, and pretty hott (with two t's and three unspoken x's) to imagine, not to mention remember. I am left trembling and wondering if it actually happened -- but yes, dear reader, it did, this is one of those bits of truth scattered haphazardly around this narrative, I can still smell the faint odor of a half-consumed hamburger growing cold, the forgotten steam of soup from across the table, the intruding saltiness of sea-air, etc., I can still feel the compromising and tender wood of the booth-seat I sat on and, most poignantly, Molly's mouth and tongue, working it's wonders (can it be that I write these very words alongside more of Molly's oral accompaniment? can it really be that I'm getting my cock sucked at the very instant of weaving some erotic story, & doesn't that just break all the rules? I leave you to imagine the answer). I pay the bill and leave a generous tip because I'm overjoyed and still stoned and eager to see the ocean up close at last. That's where we're headed, hand-in-hand like two archetypal lovers, but we're still grinning, keeping a few secrets to ourselves, obviously. We turn left and face west on the first street we come across, walk a few more blocks, slowly -- you might imagine why I was so relaxed, but Molly, I'm sure, was dripping wet and still unfulfilled. We're at the beach before long, a few blocks, passing hotels with bright Vacancy signs and no trace of their skeleton winter-time crews. I cursed my poverty: I would give my kingdom for a night of privacy in a room with a view of the waves. Dorm rooms, with their paper-thin walls and unpredictable roommates, could simply not provide the space and isolation for some of the things we enjoyed doing. Oh well, we worked around it: we weren't too fazed by the possibility of a public, as you can probably tell. Our feet reached the sand and we began walking in slow-motion, sort of slogging through the shifting surface, but where the sand is moist and hard we walk pretty effortlessly. Isn't this a sight? The sun will be setting soon, we're walking just beyond the reach of the water, enjoying silence, the unpeaceful roar of the Pacific, each other's company. Let me not lie to you: we love each other. We delight ecstatically in sex and even more euphorically in passion of a different sort. Excuse the excess sentiment here: I wonder if our shared sensualism owes something to the fact that we are intimate enough to know the other's body as well as our own. So if some hint of archaic Romance accidentally slips in here, don't blame me, dear reader, for it is because of this old Eros and his flesh-penetrating arrows that these erotic moans may flourish. And it is as we're embracing, foam lapping coyly at my shoelaces, that I reach into my coat pocket and activate the vibrator again. I can't help myself for too long, you know, and I think it's time for Molly to coo with another pleasure besides our own quaint in-loveness. Coo she does, and holds me closer, oh yes, and that's exactly what I want as we grind a bit discretely in plain sight of others. "I'm so wet," she whispers. "Oh yeah? How wet?" "Wetter than the ocean!" Still whispering but it's clear it's intended to be a shout, also, albeit not louder and emanating centimeters from my ear. "And I'm harder than that huge phallic rock we're walking to," I retorted, taking hold of the nearest Freudian shout-out. I had my hands dangerously at her sides; she had closed the light jacket she had worn over her lingerie-top but her tits were still pressed against me and so I received a nice shot of her supple cleavage as well. What can I say, I embody the Male Gaze and I think she likes it. Her short breaths -- yes, holy shit, she's actually panting -- ooze out lubriciously. She hides a hand between us and grasps my cock, unseen (mostly). She's toying with me also, she knows what I like as she strokes the head through the stiff denim and I can barely feel it but it's enough -- enough to get hard again and want lift up her skirt & fuck her right then, there, on the pliant sand. Mm. I dream of it but don't want to get arrested :::: so I dream of it some more while I kiss her neck and she begins stroking me softly. I grasp her ass to give her some encouragement and notice that she's trembling, so very close to coming. I experience a moral dilemma in the flash of a few thoughts: should I let her come already? she's aching for it. But this moment will not do. I switch it off without really knowing what I'm waiting for. (Oh, I know now what I waited for, and am glad I had the patience or the hesitation -- but you'll just have to wait. Or skip forward. Whatever.) Molly shoots me a familiar frown, as if to say, "Mark, this is getting tiresome," but there's still sexiness in her pouting. What to say? I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders ambiguously. Molly is patient; she takes my hand and we keep walking. We were on the beach for the next few hours, I suppose, with occasional repetitions of the aforementioned incident. Suffice it to say I managed to keep her appetite whetted and her pussy continuously wet and aching for release. It was not easy; I had to suppress myself, as well. The horizon was overcast when the sun set but we were treated to a few traces of scarlet and tangerine anyway. Soon we found ourselves in the semi-darkness of a young, cloudy night, and left the beach, taking only-once-before seen streets to the parking lot where our trusty & rusty steed awaited. We stumbled and slouched into the familiarity of the car, adjusted seats, slid on seat belts, wriggled around a bit to get comfortable etc. and with a rumbled we were ready: reverse, all right, I'm checking my mirrors. Forward and we fly onto the freeway, the same curvy asphalt we had followed on our way over. After a while I see we're not so graceful as we had been during the day: what I thought at first was smoke leftover from the afternoon's hotboxing did not dissipate when I rolled down a window and instead it grew thicker. It was outside; it was fog. Oops. It was quite challenging to drive. It was so foggy that I could often not see the side of the road, the road was twisty, hilly, and I kept my speed low. Every time I stared at an approaching car's headlights I was convinced we would perish in a head-on collision. I had to pull over; this was driving me crazy and slightly epileptic. I remembered I rest stop we had seen on the drive over, so I set my mind on that and asked Molly to keep a look out for the sign. I felt it must be close, this submarine excursion had been going on for far too long. Molly spots the sign fairly soon, which gave a half mile warning that the stop was coming up. I scanned what little street I could see furiously; my only hope to find it would be to keep an eye on the street markings and hope they were accurate. I would not be able to see the rest stop or its exit otherwise. And in another half mile I saw it, a subtle left turn lane, I pull into it and come to a stop, preparing to turn. I look where I'm supposedly heading, and I see nothing but the mocking whiteness of my headlights reflected by the fog. I inferred the intended road's existence and stepped on the gas cautiously, uncertain if i would be sent careening over the side of a misplaced cliff. Obviously I wasn't, the asphalt appeared once I was on it, and I followed a gently downward-sloping curb into the rest area. I parked fairly soon, in an oversized space intended for trucks and RVs. Cars were supposed to park in a different lot around a bend, but I did not feel like driving any further, and there were no big-rigs around to speak of. Ratcheting of the parking break, engine off, the rest is silence. There were a few other cars in the same lot we were in, short and long distances away, scattered station wagons, SUVs, sedans, etc. Molly and I weren't entirely alone, but the fog and the night gave a sense of security, despite the occasional slicings of headlights when new cars would pull in, passing by us headed toward the proper lot or sometimes stopping nearby. Our plan was to wait out the fog for a bit, so it didn't take long for us to begin kissing and groping passionate, as well as the bucket seats would allow. A few minutes later, however, taking a look around, I saw that the fog had mostly lifted. That, however, changed nothing, except for perhaps making us somewhat more visible to our fellow motorists. The kissing continued, tongues flickering electrically, and before long I was reaching for the remote -- as well as between Molly's legs. "Oh, Mark," she moaned, then, looking around: "Mark, they'll see us." "See what? A couple of teenagers innocently making out?" Molly might have been about to utter some reply, but was silenced when I turned on her toy, and she whimpered instead. I traced my fingertips over the impossibly soft skin of her inner thigh, starting at her knee and creeping up slowly like tantalizing five-tendriled tarantula. I kissed her neck and she moaned into my ear. "You like that, baby?" I asked. "Mm, yes, I love it," she cooed. "Are you worried about getting caught, Molly?" "Maybe just a little..." she said with a mischievous grin. By now my hand had advanced quite a bit further toward her sweet snatch, which was, if I stretched my thumb out, just within tickling distance. "Worried that maybe some suburban family will see us with my hand up your skirt while you're trembling uncontrollably?" I grazed her labia and could feel the wetness and the inexorable pulsations of the vibrator. "Oh God yes..." I moved my hand up further and cupped it over her yearning cunt. "Worried that maybe some guy is spying on us from an unseen vantage point, jerking off to the sight of your sexy body amidst the throes of pleasure?" "Fuck, yes, Mark, more!" I began slowly prodding at her moist entrance with the tip of my middle finger, sliding it up and down the length of her slit. "Worried that maybe some cop might see the fogged-up windows and approach us, and put his long...hard...nightstick to work on this cunt of yours, to teach you a bit of a lesson?" I asked mockingly, thrusting the length of my finger deep into her pussy the moment I said the word "cunt." "Oh God, mm, oh God Mark, yes baby I'm gonna cum..." she gasped as I kept finger-fucking her, pressing with my palm against the toy so as to put more pressure on her clit as well. "Cum, then, you little slut, cum all over my hand like you've wanted to do all day, you dirty, nasty cock-whore." And cum she did. "FUCK!" she screamed loudly (making me afraid of us being overheard) and began shuddering and thrashing. I kept thrusting my finger in and out of her as she came, which must have lasted for at least a full minute. I turned off the toy removed my hand slowly, kissing her slowly and wiping some sweat from her forehead. I the finger I had used to pleasure her up to her lips; she took it into her mouth and licked it clean, slowly and suggestively and lethargically in post-orgasmic bliss. West "Oh jesus, Mark, I came so hard, I love you so much." "I'm glad, baby, I love you too. You're so fucking hot." The settled scene fades to darkness, leaving its participants breathing heavily long after lights-out. With a very distant rumbled the car is restarted and headlights, functional but by some trick of memory nonetheless fantastically faint, illuminate a few disembodied curve, an on-ramp, a spectral glowing streetsign with its face a mess of foreign characters, Chinese, Greek, everything Other. Passing lanes must have come and gone in lustful frenzy but they left not a trace, speedometer constantly threatening ominous red-lights in the rear-view -- what d'you think of that, the ride home hardly happened. My cock had not buried itself within the warm confines of its moist home -- this necessity remained unassuaged and so our strides across parking-lot were swift. Almost running, my God, we were shameless. We careened into the nearest room, stripping before the door was fully closed. In half-dressed embrace we stumbled and were saved from falling by a wall & our lips never parted, so there I am mauling Molly's chest like an animal, cock hanging out shuddering uncontrollably with each battering-ram beat of my heart, pants around ankles, trying to fuck her standing up but somehow the angle's not right. It's hard to say what I could see and not see, the light was on but I was blind with passion, her gracious fingers come to my aid and help me slide in effortlessly. That's all I needed, and I'm pounding away like a madman, knowing my baby likes it hard & fast & rough and that's fine by me, I need it like that now. Her back thuds obscenely against the wall, rhythmically, and we're moaning to that same beat, terrifying neighbors and all innocent bystanders up to a radius of one hundred meters. I'm grabbing her ass, easing her weight off her feet, and pinned against the wall as she is she's half-floating. Our precarious balance does not last for long, and in one motion we're half on the bed, my cock not willing for a moment's respite and again seeking out its target eagerly. Molly senses this so she holds her ass up high and I dart behind her -- success -- familiar moistness -- indescribable tension -- glorious abode! Where else could I belong? Nothing else is on my mind and like a dog I let lose, pumping in and out of her like a deranged organic piston, nature's finest, nothing mechanical here, only ecstatically alive. I hold on to her hips for dear life and give her a number of stinging spankings for encouragement, she's biting her lip, this penetration can only be described as divine. Why write bad poetry? Why imitate in ink the sounds of excess? It's not long before I'm coming again like a blunderbuss inside of her, and she, also lost in perpetual orgasm, sustains no injury. Still inside her, growing limp, night catches up with us, we disappear curled up on our sides.