3 comments/ 29424 views/ 1 favorites Aliandre's Story Ch. 01 By: aliandre Part I - Nathan Everyone has their story – you know, the one they tell whenever there is someone new to hear it, especially someone they want to impress or shock. Like my Uncle Jack's story of how he and Aunt Carmen met at the top of the Eiffel Tower because he "fainted" from his fear of heights and came to looking up her very short skirt. Or Grandma Lillian's story of how she and her sister Maggie sucked and fucked the hired men every Friday night when Grandpa Bert was at his weekly poker game with Maggie's husband Hank. Or how my twin cousins Lucas and Caleb learned everything they know about sex from their older sister Roxanne and her best friend Andrea, starting with an 18th-birthday party turned orgy – not that they tell that story to very many people though! I could go on and on with these titillating little bits from my family's sexual escapades, but not this time. My name is Aliandre – this is my story, and I want to share it with you. There's no way to avoid saying it, so I'll just spit it out. I was a goody-two-shoes – at school, I was the kid who got picked to be the teacher's helper, and the classroom monitor, and all those other deadly jobs that teachers think up to "reward" good students with. At home, I was mostly respectful and obedient and did what I was supposed to do. But things are not always as they seem. While I didn't mind being good, it did seem to be a bit boring. I knew there were kids who were NOT respectful or obedient, and I wondered how they got away with it. Like most kids, I knew there was "stuff" that parents did not talk about to kids. Like, that boys and girls were different for a reason – I just didn't know the reason! I accidentally had my first orgasm the summer I turned ten – and played with myself until I figured out how to have one again. I'm happy to say that I have been addicted to them ever since. My fantasy life began at about this time, as did my fascination with erotic literature. I was, and am, an avid reader of any erotica I get my hands on. Most adults don't think that an 11- or 12-year-old girl is going to go rooting through their library looking for erotica, but I did. And I usually found something good. We can fast-forward through most of my teen years – with a couple very brief steps on to the wild side, I was still a goody-goody virgin with an aching, wet pussy. There was one brief interlude when I was 13 when I acquired rather by accident a 16-year-old boyfriend with only one thing on his mind – and all of you know what that was! I have to admit that I was very curious as to what it would be like to let him have what he wanted, but he just didn't make me feel all hot and bothered. Just bothered, and not in a good way. The only real experience I gained was that first kisses should not be sloppy open-mouthed attacks! I still shudder at the thought. I did a lot of baby-sitting during my high school years, and found that once the children were asleep and my homework was done (goody-goody, remember!) I was pretty much left sitting there with nothing to do but play with myself. Often there was some sort of sexy literature on the book case, and I always found it. One woman even subscribed to Playgirl; I was ecstatic when I found those! But I digress... The best thing that ever happened during my baby-sitting teen years occurred late one summer night just after I turned 18. It had been a very long and boring, frustrating evening. Jennifer and Nathan's kids had been angels – as usual. They went to bed easily, and straight to sleep – no bother there. It was summer – no homework to do. And for some reason, I just couldn't find anything to read that "did it" for me. There wasn't even anything worth watching on TV in those pre-satellite days! When at last they got home, Jennifer said, "Ali, I'm really, really tired. Is it okay if Nathan drives you home tonight? I'd like to just check in on the kids, and go to bed." She usually drove me home – she didn't seem to think it was right for her husband to drive a teenage girl anywhere alone. But tonight was different, I guess. It was after 3:00 a.m., and I lived out in the country, about twenty-five miles away, so a ride was a real necessity. "Sure, I don't mind. It is really late." Even though I could smell alcohol on his breath, I figured Nathan had gotten them home safe, so it would be okay. Besides, I felt a sudden tingle at the chance to be alone with a real man; even if he was married, he was gorgeous! Tall, with dark curly hair, blue eyes, and a muscular body. Jennifer paid me, and said good night, and I left the house with Nathan. We exchanged a few banal remarks as we got into his old truck – a 1966 Chevy with a bench seat, no seat belts and a floor shift that required real muscle to use. Then we didn't seem to have anything else to say as we headed out onto the deserted street. Then, at the stop sign at the end of the block, Nathan's hand brushed my thigh as he shifted gears. He laughed a quick, "Sorry about that, Ali!" as the truck came to a full stop. I thought nothing of it – it happens, right? – and besides, like I said, he was pretty damn hot. As I shifted a little on the seat to make sure it would happen again, I said, "No problem Nathan." And sure enough, when we pulled away from the stop sign, and out onto the highway, the back of his hand rubbed against my thigh again. I smiled to myself, and looked at him from under my lashes. He glanced over to see if I minded, caught me looking at him with a smile on my face, and quickly turned his eyes back to the empty road ahead, looking for the turn-off that led further out of town. But he kept his hand right where it was, on the gear shift, touching me. A moment later, Nathan slid his hand onto my thigh and squeezed gently, pulling me over toward the centre of the seat. He was watching me out of the corner of his eye judging my reaction. When I smiled a little wider, he slid his hand right up my leg and tugged again. Then, with his hand resting firmly at the top of my thigh, he began to rub my mound. I was a little startled, but so turned on! With a sigh I slid a little closer to him, letting my legs fall apart slightly, inviting more. As the truck slowed for another turn, this time onto the empty country road, Nathan asked softly, "Did that feel good, Ali, my sweetheart? Do you like how my hand feels on your little pussy? Do you want more?" He turned his hand so that his fingers curled under, cupping my pussy, and he squeezed, rubbing the tips of his fingers firmly along the seam of my jeans. It felt so good, I couldn't help rubbing back. "Oh, my god, Nathan! Yes! I love how it feels! I've never felt anything this good, ever! Please Nathan, don't stop!" With a quick look in the mirrors, he turned into an abandoned farm yard and turned off the truck. It was a warm, clear night, perfect for open windows. He looked at me, and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" I met his eyes, and replied, "oh, yes, I'm very sure." The next thing I knew, I was being very thoroughly kissed and felt up. His kiss was NOT sloppy; it was hot and intense and tasted like the wine he'd been drinking. My hands found their way into his thick, curly dark hair and I kissed him back as well as I knew how. His hands were eagerly slipping up under the tank top I wore, and cupping my firm tits. I moaned as I felt him deftly undo the front clasp of my skimpy bra. With one quick pull, my tank top and bra landed on the floor of the cab, and I was half naked in front of him. His hands caressed and squeezed my tits as he exclaimed, "Oh my fuckin' god Ali! You're so goddamn beautiful! I love your ass, and your long hair, and you've got such beautiful tits, sweetheart! Every time you come to watch the kids I can hardly keep my hands off these fucking, gorgeous tits!" With that, his mouth dropped to my virgin nipples. I gasped aloud, and sat there stunned, hardly able to breathe as he flicked his hot tongue across my tender little rosebuds. This made up for the long boring hours I had spent being horny and not able to find what I needed to get off properly! The crotch of my panties was completely soaked, and I knew my jeans were soon going to be as well. My hands tangled in his hair as he sucked, and licked, and nibbled my tits. He leaned back at last, and huskily said, "Your tits are just as hot to suck as I knew they'd be. I've wanted to suck them for months, baby, but I could never figure out a way to get you to let me do it. I fuckin' fantasize about sucking your tits all the time." I whispered, "Really? You fantasize about me? God, that makes me so damned horny I can hardly stand it! You make me so hot Nathan, I fantasize about you every time I play with my pussy, imagining that it's your fingers touching me, or your cock fucking me and making me cum." I stopped suddenly, afraid I might have said too much. He reached for my hand, and placed it firmly on the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. I gasped at how hard he was, and how big, and I knew I wanted to see him, and touch him, and taste him. With shaking hands, I reached for the buckle of his belt. He let me unbuckle it, and smiled as I undid the first button of his Levi 501s. My eyes never left the opening of his jeans as I worked those buttons open. I was touching a real cock, even if it was through all that denim! I could hardly believe it! The last button popped open, and he lifted his hips, pushing the jeans down past his ass. The big bulge had swollen into a thick ridge right up the front of his tight shorts, with a blunt purplish tip peaking over the elastic waist. Again he took my hand and set it right on his cock, rubbing it up and down. It was so hot it startled me, and so hard it scared me. "Do you want to taste it, sweetheart? Do you want to lick and suck Nathan's big hard cock, little Ali?" he asked softly. I nodded, feeling terribly naughty...but I did want to lick and suck his cock. I knelt on the floor of the truck cab, and he slid over to the centre of the seat, past the gear shifter – those old bench style seats had their uses! Leaning forward with one hand on his cock and the other steadying myself against his leg, I carefully licked the tip of his cock. Once, twice – I licked him like an ice-cream cone – my tongue soft and wide so it curled around that lovely knob. His sharp gasp of pleasure told me I was doing okay, so I did it again, and again, and then I got brave enough to release his cock from the confining underwear so I could lick more of him. As his cock sprang free from its cotton prison, Nathan lifted his hips to shove his clothes further out of the way, exposing all 8 inches of his thick hard cock, and a set of huge balls. It was obvious even to me that he was really, really enjoying the attention I was giving him. Stroking him gently, I said, "I can't believe how big your cock is, or how hot and hard it is! It's amazing!" "C'mon baby, play with my balls while you suck my big cock. Suck it now, baby. Squeeze my balls sweetheart," Nathan breathed as his strong hands pushed my head down toward his throbbing cock. My open mouth slid over his swollen cock head, pausing briefly as I tasted the pre-cum oozing from it. More insistently, he pushed me down on his cock a bit further before pulling my head back up again, his fingers tangled in my long hair. Slowly I began to bob my head up and down, taking in about three or four inches of his big cock. He seemed satisfied with that, and it was a good thing – I would never have been able to take more, not then. With one hand fondling his big balls, I sucked and licked him for a few minutes, until he lifted my head away from his cock and said, "Better stop that for a minute or I'll cum in your mouth, sweetheart. Lick my big balls for a while, suck them too." I gave him a big smile and did as he asked. His balls were huge, the size of chicken eggs, and his sack hung low enough that I could lift it up away from his cock as I licked. "Suck them right into your mouth baby, that's right, just like that...fuck that feels good, little one!" Nathan kept a hard grip on his cock as I played with his balls, rolling them gently in my hands, and sucking them into my mouth one at a time. After a couple minutes Nathan lowered his cock to me and said, "Okay baby, suck me off. Play with my big balls while you suck my cock. Make me cum in your mouth baby. I need to cum so bad." "I want you to Nathan. I'd like it, a lot. Don't make me stop again; let me suck till you cum... please." With a pleased sound that was half moan and half sigh, he nodded, "Go on, suck me Ali baby...make me cum in your hot mouth." I ducked back down and took him in my mouth again, this time a lot more confidently. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, then pushed down as far as I could, letting my tongue curl around the underside of his cock. As I lifted up, I flicked my tongue back and forth across the throbbing vein I'd discovered there, and he groaned out loud. His hips twitched forward, thrusting into my mouth. I braced my hands on the seat and kept sucking hard, pulling up until only his cockhead was still in my mouth, then sliding back down quickly to do it again. I did it again, and again, and again, until his hips were rocking, thrusting his hard cock up into my mouth in perfect rhythm with my sucking. His hands were locked on the back of my head, holding me firmly in place, while he fucked my mouth. Suddenly the rhythm of his movements changed. "Oh god, girl! Fuck...gotta cum...oh fuck this is good!" Groaning deep in his throat, he thrust hard into my mouth, and it was all I could do just keeping him from going straight down my throat. Harder and harder he fucked my face, going so deep that it made me gag. He ignored my gagging, thrusting into my mouth faster and faster, making his big balls slap my chin and throat. His cock was so big and so hard, and it was getting bigger, and harder, hotter, until...wham! bam! the head of his cock slammed into the back of my throat one last time and thick hot cum spurted from it, filling my mouth. I swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed...and with every contraction of my throat another spurt of cum erupted from his still throbbing cock. At last, he raised my head from his cock, and kissed me long, and deep and tender. His tongue filled my mouth, seeking any drops of cum that remained there unswallowed. When at last he broke off the kiss, he said, "That was the best blow-job I have ever had, beautiful. You sucked me so hard I knew I'd never be able to last more than a few minutes. Now, why don't you slide out of those jeans and let me return the favour?" "D'you mean it? You'd really lick my pussy? Now?" I was so excited I'd thought I'd cum then and there. "Oh, yah sweetheart, I mean it. I can only think of one thing I'd rather do to your pussy, but that would be a bad idea...so we better stick with licking and eatin' you out." Giggling nervously, knowing exactly what he wanted and wouldn't do, I stripped off my jeans and panties, and traded places with Nathan. He spread my legs wide, and then slipped them over his shoulders as he buried his face in my pussy, his tongue going directly to my aroused clit. "Oh, oh god, that feels so good!" I cried as he slid one long finger deep into me. I was so horny I knew it wouldn't take long to cum, not with Nathan's finger – no, now it was two fingers! – busy stroking in and out of my pussy and his tongue dancing over my clit! Moaning wordlessly I thrust my hips forward, rocking back and forth to the rhythm his fingers set inside me. My fingers thrust into his hair, alternately pulling him away for a moment and then pushing his face back into my pussy. His mouth fastened on my clit and he sucked, just as I'd sucked his cock, his tongue stroking fast and hard. His strong fingers fucked me with hard steady strokes, going so deep. Then I felt it, felt the trembling and jerking begin deep in my muscles as my pussy began to contract in velvet waves. With a cry, I arched my back and pressed against his mouth and fingers. My arms flung back against the seat as the fire of my orgasm washed over me, again and again, easing now into that lovely trembling looseness of afterglow. Nathan slowly lifted his head and withdrew his fingers. Looking right at me, he sucked every drop of my juices off his fingers, then straightened up and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his face and his tongue. Then he sat back and said, "Well young lady, I think I had better get you home now – it just wouldn't do to have anyone come looking for you and find you naked with my face back in your pussy." Much as I hated it, I had to agree. "Can we do this again sometime?" His face lit up with a beautiful sexy smile. "I think we'll just have to find a way, don't you, sweetheart? Anything is possible if you want it bad enough." Aliandre's Story Ch. 02 Part II -- A Weekend with Nathan As you can well imagine, after that exciting ride home, I eagerly awaited another call to babysit for Jennifer and Nathan. And every time I was in town -- to go to work, or to do some shopping, or to go for coffee with the girls at the cafe -- I found myself constantly watching for Nathan's old truck. Overnight it seemed the guys my age had become little boys -- I'd had a man, at least orally, and that man was exactly what I wanted again! I was so glad that my graduation present to myself that spring had been a visit to a clinic in the city to get birth control -- next time there would be no reason for Nathan to stop. Part of me had hoped that Nathan would call me, but since he was married, I didn't really expect it. I did fantasize about how that wished-for phone call might have gone though...every single time the phone rang! I knew that there would be another call to babysit -- after all, I'd been watching their kids, Tika and Kylie, a couple times a month since they were just babies, and they were now 5 and 3 years old. And so it was at 4:15 on a hot Friday afternoon, I answered the phone and heard, "Hi, Ali? Oh, thank God! It's me, Jennifer. I'm in such a spin! I know this is really short notice, but I just got a call from my sister Melanie -- she's the one in Toronto -- and she's getting married this weekend! Tomorrow! Can you believe it? Anyway, Nathan can't get away from work to come with me, but he got me a ticket to go for the weekend. I leave this evening at 9:17 and come back on Monday afternoon at 5:23. Is there any way you could come and take care of the girls? Nathan's got to work some crazy hours this weekend and it would just be easier if you could stay here with the girls for the weekend." What could I say? "Sure Jennifer. I'll pack up what I need for the weekend and I can be ready whenever someone can come and pick me up." "You're a life-saver Ali! I have to run out and do some errands, so I can be there in about half an hour!" A whole weekend with Nathan! Was she nuts? Or did she suspect something had happened? Was she setting us up? I was in a panic -- excited to be with Nathan, and scared that Jennifer knew everything. In this state, I packed a bag for the weekend -- my new sexy undies, bikini, shorts, tank tops, jeans, and some new kids' DVDs and books I'd got for the girls. Thirty-five minutes later, my bag and I were in Jennifer's little car, zipping back into town and over to the grocery store to pick up some last-minute provisions for the weekend. Then we were pulling up in their driveway alongside Nathan's truck. As I helped Jennifer carry the groceries into the house, Nathan was coming down the stairs with her suitcase in his hand. I was behind Jennifer so she didn't see the look he gave me, or the way his hand "accidentally" slid across my stomach as we passed in the hallway. Taking a deep breath to calm my suddenly trembling limbs, I continued into the kitchen and set the groceries down on the counter. Tika and Kylie came running over to help put groceries away, and I was thankful for the distraction of their innocent chatter. "I've got your bag for you, Ali -- I'll just put it in the guest bedroom for you," Nathan said as he came back into the kitchen, said bag in hand. "The girls are so excited that you're going to stay with us for the weekend; I think Tika has your whole day planned tomorrow." He winked, and I knew that HE had our whole day planned tomorrow, with no thought of work anywhere in it! At last, Jennifer was ready -- she had almost an hour's drive to get to the city, and of course, she had to be at the airport an hour before her flight. So at 6:30, she kissed Nathan and the girls good-bye, gave me a quick hug and a, "Thank-you!" and was out the door and gone. Feeling decidedly odd, I sat down to the supper with Nathan, Tika and Kylie; supper that Jennifer had left for us. It was delicious, and I couldn't help thinking that anyone looking in the window would think that we were a family. One thought led to another -- right into bed with Nathan. With an effort, I pulled myself back to reality and rejoined in the conversation with the girls. Nathan caught my eye over their heads and just smiled -- he knew where my mind had gone! When everyone had finished eating, I cleaned up the kitchen while Nathan got the girls bathed, and ready for bed. Together we tucked them in with stories and kisses. As they always did, the little angels went right off to sleep. At this point, all I could think was, 'I don't know what to do next!' I needn't have worried. Nathan knew what to do. He led me by the hand back into the cozy family room, where we sat side by side on the big leather couch. I tucked my bare feet up under me, and looked at him. He smiled and said softly, "I've made arrangements for my Mom to take the girls for part of the day tomorrow -- she knows that we both have to be at work, so I'll drop the girls off with her, and we can go to 'work'. How does that sound?" My voice quivered slightly, "That sounds wonderful...but won't she find out that neither of us is at work? It's not that hard to check up on anybody in this town you know." I really hoped he had an answer for this as well. "No way. Once my Mom's got the girls, she'll want to keep them for the whole day, no matter what. So I can call her after about an hour, and tell her that you didn't have to work after all, and that materials I'm waiting for still aren't here. Since she's got the girls, you asked me to drive you to the lake for the afternoon. I just won't tell her which lake," he grinned, pleased with his plan. And it should work; after all, there are at least four lakes in the immediate area, and who's going to go checking to find anyone? "Now, let's just enjoy this nice long evening ahead of us. I couldn't believe how great it was to be with you that night on the way out to your place, and I've wracked my brain trying to figure out a way to get together again, without getting Jennifer suspicious. Lucky for us that Melanie is such an impetuous gal, isn't it? Otherwise, I don't know how long we would've had to wait for this." I smiled, and snuggled against his strong arm, stroking my fingers down the well-defined muscles there. "I really loved it too. I could hardly believe that you wanted me as bad as I wanted you. And I've been re-living it over and over again ever since, hoping that we'd get together again." Nathan smiled, and slipped his right arm up to wrap it around my shoulders. "I hoped you felt that way. I love my wife, don't get me wrong, but I could count on one hand how often we've had sex in the last year. Ever since Kylie was born it's gotten worse and worse. She just doesn't seem to want sex at all. And I most definitely do." He tipped up my chin with his left hand, and kissed my eye-lids, my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. Finally, his lips hovered over mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips for a moment before his lips gently pressed against mine. He kissed me softly, letting me respond before increasing the pressure of his beautiful mouth. My lips parted as his tongue stroked them, my in-drawn breath pulling air from his lungs. As the kiss deepened, our tongues began to twine around each other, and he sucked my lower lip into his mouth as his hand slid to the back of my head. My hand was on his chest, alternately clutching at his shirt, and spreading flat to feel the increasing heat of his hairy chest. I felt his hand slide from my throat, to my shoulder and down to my waist. He slowly began to pull my tank top up with both hands. My hands mimicked his motions as I pulled his t-shirt free of his jeans and began to ease it up. As his hands slid under my top onto my bare skin, so my hands found their way to his skin. When he broke our kiss, it was only to pull my top up over my head and lean in to kiss my throat. His tongue, so hot and gentle, began tracing a line of fire from just below my ear, down along the throbbing vein in my neck, teeth catching my soft skin there just for a moment. Then he continued along my collar bone, and a hot breath in the hollow at the base of my throat. His big hands cupped my tits, and my moan mingled with his. As his mouth neared my nipple, he began to lick -- his tongue moving very deliberately over my soft skin, tracing my tan line right down into my cleavage, and then following the lacy edge of my bra from one strap to the other and back again. His thumbs had found my nipples and rubbed in circles slowly, drawing them up into hard rosy pebbles. I arched my back, begging to feel his mouth on them, now. At last, he unclasped my bra and slipped it off me, tossing it to the floor. The moment my nipples were free, his hot mouth latched on to one while he rolled the other between finger and thumb, sending sharp thrills through me. "Oh Nathan, that feels so good! Yes, baby, suck my tits, it makes me so horny. Mmmm, that's it, yeah, just like that!" I moaned as he opened his mouth and took not just my nipple, but a large portion of my tit into his mouth, sucking and biting at the hard nub at its tip. He switched from one to the other, not playing favourites, pleasuring both, teasing both till they swelled to twice their normal size. "You taste good, Ali baby. I could suck these luscious tits all night...well, maybe not all night...I think I might want just a little bit more than that. What do you think, sweetheart? Are you in the mood to suck cock tonight?" I pulled his t-shirt over his head and ran my fingers up and down through the thick dark curls on his chest. Then I slid one hand down to cup his cock and balls -- again I was amazed at how hard he was , how big! "You know what? I'm always in the mood to suck your cock, Nathan. So let's get you out of these tight jeans, okay? I want to see you naked. I want to touch you all over. And I want to suck you till you cum in my mouth, just like last time." As I spoke, our hands were working together to undo his belt and his jeans. He stood, and I slid them off his slim hips and down his legs. He was not a slender man -- he worked hard, and it showed, not just in his arms and shoulders, but in the muscles of his legs and body as well. And he was covered in springy black hair, something I found totally sexy. "Turn around Nathan; I said I want to see all of you." Grinning, he turned slowly, as if he were a model on the cat-walk. I had to laugh, but only at the attitude, not the body. My God, he was beautiful! His skin naturally had a deeper tone than mine, yet a tan line was visible low on his hips -- he favoured very brief trunks, it seemed! "You have a gorgeous ass, and everything else, too," I said as I stroked his body, feeling the hard muscle under the soft skin. I ran my hands down his thighs and he continued turning. The movement brought his cock back to me, as I knew it would. I trapped it against his belly with one hand as the other reached for his big balls. Leaning close, I kissed his balls, and began licking them, just as he'd licked my tits, firmly and thoroughly. With a sigh, his big hands settled on my head and stroked my long hair. "That feels incredible sweetheart! You could give most women lessons on how to treat a man's cock and balls...you're just rough enough for it to feel great, never enough to hurt." My attention shifted to his cock. I licked that hard shaft from base to tip, following the swollen veins. I lingered at the tip to caress his cockhead with the flat of my tongue. Slowly and carefully my tongue moved back down to the base of his cock; where it met his balls I rubbed back and forth firmly a few times, listening to the huskiness of his breathing increase. My hand slid up and down his throbbing shaft, not touching the sensitive head, concentrating on how thick he was, feeling the veins beat against my skin. "Please, Ali baby. Suck me. I need to feel your hot mouth on my cock. Suck me Ali. Suck me hard," Nathan pleaded softly. His hand pressed me closer to his body, closer to that gorgeous cock. My mouth was watering for it. Willingly I opened my mouth and slid it over his cock, taking in about half of his length. He groaned and sighed as I began sucking and stroking his cock with my tongue, flicking it back and forth along that hot pulsing vein. I kept one hand at the base of his cock while the other played with his big balls, rolling them together gently, squeezing them one at a time, separately tugging on them. Nathan's hips began to rock, thrusting his cock into my eager mouth. I'd been practicing for this, alone in my room, first on things like cucumbers and sausages, then on a big dildo I'd ordered online. So far I'd managed about 6 inches comfortably. But Nathan's hard-on was a good 8 inches, and thick, and I knew I wasn't in complete control of the situation! Carefully, I shifted my position to allow him a longer stroke, sucking him hard as he pulled out, and offering no resistance as he stroked into my mouth. With each stroke, I could tell that I was taking in more of his cock. I began to suck harder, swallowing with each suck on his cock. It seemed to pull him deeper, deeper, and his moans increased in tempo and volume. "Oh fuck Ali! That's it, baby. Take it all, you're almost there, sweetheart. Just a couple more inches. Aaahhhh! Yes, just like that...oh that is so fucking good! Suck me baby, harder baby. Fuck that feels so good. Take me deeper! Swallow my cock baby; make me cum down your throat!" I let go of his cock and his balls, and braced my hands on his thighs to keep myself lined up right. And then it happened...I felt the head of his cock slide into my throat as I swallowed! He groaned loud, and continued pumping in and out of my mouth. Each stroke carried him into my throat and on each stroke I swallowed hard, massaging the head of his cock with my throat muscles. My tongue slashed back and forth on the underside of his cock, up and down, back and forth, caressing, teasing, coaxing...until, "Ah god, yes...fuck, baby ...I'm gonna cum...Yeah baby...oh, fuck yeah! ... aaaaahhhhhh... mmmmmm... yeah...you're so good Ali, so damn good!" As his cock swelled with his orgasm, I reached for his balls again, and gripping them firmly, I pulled and massaged them as he shot his hot thick cum down my throat. "Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yes! Swallow it all Ali, swallow every drop baby! You're wicked hot, sweetheart!" His cock softened slightly and I released it. Leaning back, I looked up at him and licked my lips. "God, but you taste good Nathan! I could suck you every day and swallow every drop of cum you'd shoot into my mouth! And you're still hard!" "You're just too fuckin' hot, that's why I'm still hard! But I think it's your turn now, my sexy little sweetheart. You've got a pussy that needs a good licking." He reached out his hand to me, and pulled me up off the couch and into his arms. We kissed very thoroughly, our bodies pressed hard together. Then I felt his hands begin to unzip my jeans and begin pushing them off. The kiss ended when he stepped back to continue stripping the tight jeans down my legs. He knelt in front of me and with my jeans around my ankles, pressed his face into the soft mound covered by my bikini panties. His hands slid around my thighs and up between them, seeking my pussy. I could feel his tongue moving into the top of my slit through the soft cotton of my panties as his fingers stroked the soaking wet crotch. "Oh Nathan! I want you so bad. Don't just tease me baby...take me, please, now." His answering smile was obvious, although he didn't lift his head from what he was doing. He slid his hand down one leg, and tugged my jeans off, then did the same on the other leg. He pressed my legs apart, and lowered his head a little, licking in the crease of my groin and down my inner thigh. I could feel his hard cock against my calf, and I trembled with need. His need must have echoed my own, for he stood, and gathering our scattered clothes in one arm, led me down the hall to his and Jennifer's bed. ...to be continued...