4 comments/ 25763 views/ 2 favorites Making Music with Nick Ch. 01 By: Flaouterakh Nick and I had been seeing each other for six months at the same club. He was gorgeous, always wore tight trousers which showed off his slim thighs and round bottom, with some kind of casual top which went with his light complexion, lovely brown eyes and dark wavy hair. He was a lawyer, and didn't know how beautiful he was, with wonderfully dishevelled hairstyle and that thrown together look which was devastatingly sexy. He had full pink lips which he pouted beautifully when he played the sax, and when he played the clarinet he moved his strong fingers deftly over the instrument, with a faraway look in his beautiful eyes. I started thinking he could purse those soft lips around mine, and could move his strong fingers around any part of me he chose. And Nick didn't do relationships. He hinted at things in his past which would stop him doing the usual things, hanging out with girls, dating, kissing, feeling, touching. And now, a mature man, had he ever been kissed? Had he ever felt the touch of a woman on his body, had he ever reached beautiful mutual completion of the most intimate kind? He wanted to be good friends, he said, and that I seemed to want more. Too right I did. I wanted to kiss him passionately, to run my tongue around inside his soft mouth. I wanted to run my hands around his lovely muscular body. I wanted to run my hands against his dark body hair, some of which I had managed to glimpse at unguarded moments. I wanted his strong hands to play me like the instruments, to feel for my nipples and press them, squeeze them, stroke them, watch them go hard in the night air. Most importantly, I wanted him inside me, I wanted to feel his hardness rubbing against my inner surfaces, tingling and caressing, rubbing and sliding. I wanted him to take me in a wild place, right there on the ground, in the primitive way that generations had in the historic times which he held so dear. I wanted him to pleasure me until I screamed in ecstasy. I spent so long frustrated, as he obviously loved me, cared about me, smiled at me, chatted, shared food, told me his thoughts. But I loved this guy, and I decided I wanted to be around him, on his terms if that was how it had to be. Some nights I nearly cried with frustration when I left him, ripe for him, longing for him, wanting him, but still untouched, still unsatisfied. When I got home I often found I was still so aroused by the thought of him that I found myself reaching for the secret place, feeling its readiness, feeling the rigid parts, feeling the soft parts, feeling the wet parts, stroking and soothing them to a climax, thinking all the time of him, wondering what his member would look like, hard, standing upright, soft, dangling so temptingly. I imagined it when he slid it into me, and my finger became the wonderful shaft which was going to pleasure me into oblivion. I imagined us coupled together, joined, united, feeling mutual pleasure, groaning, crying, speaking sweet words of love as we moved together to our mutual climax. But still this gorgeous creature did not want to take the delights I offered him in my mind. But at one point I was due not to see him for a while due to circumstances, and slightly erotic thoughts started to appear in his e-mails. So he did have that side to him, he was unbending to me. I tried to respond in like manner, push him a little further, and he seemed to like it. My lovely, funny, innocent Nick was a real man after all. This had a wonderful effect on me, as privately I explored myself all day long, pretending it was his organ that was rubbing against me, parting the lips, entering into the damp sweetness, filling me, satisfying me, one minute right inside me, moving around, pressing on lovely places, the next minute on the outside, the lovely ridge of his glans flicking my clitoris, both of us groaning at the pent up pleasure now being released. I had decided he had a long, pink, slim penis, with a pronounced glans, which went red when he was aroused, and which was shrouded with layers of skin when resting. I hoped it wasn't too big, as I liked the idea of it being skilfully applied to me and being a pleasure, rather than an overwhelming thing. It then came time to see him again. At the club we somehow concentrated on the show, looking, smiling. Would it be tonight? At the interval I went to the toilet, feeling how my parts were ready, swollen and dripping. I gave them a little rub, feeling the wetness. Not long now, I told them. Near the end of the show I made an excuse to go out again, and removed my lower underwear. I hoped I would not stain my clothes as I sat down and tried to concentrate. The show ended, we all filed out, and we went to stand by our cars and say goodnight. Others came by, we let them go, until there were only the two of us in the street. "Can I give you a hug?" he asked shyly. I smiled and nodded assent, and somehow managed to just stand there, let him be in control, let it be lovely and relaxed. He stepped near to me, put one arm round my shoulders, the other round the small of my back. He looked long into my face, moved one hand behind the back of my neck, gently pulled my face towards him, and planted a reverential kiss on one cheek. I felt my parts go to jelly, my nerves tingle, but I stood still and smiled at him. He moved again, put his lips on mine, kissed me so gently I nearly fainted. That was a lingering kiss this time, and as he gently inserted his tongue between my lips, I felt my juices begin to run down my thighs. I couldn't help moving my body closer to his, and to my delight he pushed nearer to me, pressing his lower body on to mine, telling me, asking me. I moved one arm behind his bottom – oh it felt so good, so firm, so gorgeous - and squeezed gently, and pulled him towards me. We both groaned as we were lost in another exploring kiss, moistnesses mingled, tongues encircling. I loosed one arm, and moved away a bit, to allow him to touch me. I had on a wide-necked t-shirt, and a very pretty bra with loose straps which kept coming off my shoulder, and it was this bare dishevelledness which I let him see next. He pulled away the t-shirt, pulled down the strap, and stroked my bare shoulder, moving down to my breast inside the pretty lace. My breasts are plump, and I knew he loved them, as I had nearly showed them to him so many times, accidentally on purpose when bending down. Now he gently took my breast in one hand, feeling for the nipple and squeezing it between his fingers, with his other hand moving my face up for another passionate kiss. During that kiss he kneaded my breast, and pinched my nipple, ever harder as he heard me cry in pleasure. After that kiss I wanted more. I wanted the whole lot, here on the street in the dead of night. I wanted him to press me against the car, the wall, and have me. I pressed my lower body towards him again, and he started to run his hand downwards. He lifted the hem of my skirt, and found my plump thigh. I tingled all over with anticipation, and we kissed again as his hand explored upwards. He murmured "Oh God!", as he found I had nothing on under the skirt. I moved so that I was leaning on the car, so that I could open my legs slightly. He found my soft dark fur and stroked it, curling it around his finger. Why do people shave, it's so much more fun like this. Oh, it tickled so much, and I groaned with pleasure as he rubbed my mound. Then his finger went exploring, down past the thicker tuft of hair in the centre, to the mysteries which it hides. He found my soft parts, my wet parts, and the rigid part in the centre. I took his hand and showed him what I wanted, showed him how to rub round and round my clitoris, rub the lips and finally find the wet slit which leads to the cave of love. I showed him how to spread the wetness and go back out again, up around the clitoris, above it to the mound, wetting the fur now, and come back down, and plunge in for more. I showed him what delights there were within, as he explored my cave with his finger, finding smooth places, rough places, and the place which made me gasp. I showed him how to rub that place upwards, and send me into frenzies, trying to keep quiet, trying to hold in the ecstasy. After a little while of this, I was not satisfied. "I want you" I murmured in a broken voice. No time to linger, I just wanted him in me, satisfying me. With one hand he unzipped the gorgeous tight black trousers, got himself out of the slinky briefs he was wearing underneath, and his tool was there, resplendent in the moonlight. I ran a finger the full length of it, found the lovely ridge, and my parts started to melt, as he was still pleasuring them. I found some wetness on the head of his penis, and rubbed that around the head, making him groan. I wanted to bend down and pleasure him with my mouth, but that had to wait for another time – I would just imagine it for now. "I want you" I said again, more urgently this time. He let go of me, and I caught up my skirt under my chin for a moment, as I readied myself. With one hand I opened my lips, and with the other, held a hand out for him. He stepped near, leaned on me and manoeuvred his member where I was showing him. He touched it to my clitoris for a moment, then the lips parted, and he slid into me, and I cried out with pleasure. Oh, the wonderful feeling as he went past every nerve ending inside me! Oh, the wonderful feeling as I felt his penis inside me at last, filling me with a lovely tight fit, the very first time, but so familiar as I had imagined it so many times. He plunged all the way in, and just leaned against me, and we kissed again, a deep passionate kiss that says we are one. As we kissed he began to move, still deep inside me, catching the place that makes me gasp, him groaning in ecstatic agony at this new but wonderful sensation. I started to grind my clitoris against him, feeling the root of his penis and his body beyond, applying wonderful pressure to my most sensitive and intimate part. I felt that juices were escaping me around his penis, and it was the most delicious sensation I have ever felt. I started to lean back and hold his bottom with both hands, alternately pulling him into me, grinding against him, then letting him go until his glans was tickling my clitoris on the way both in and out. We were copulating, making love, having intercourse. He was no longer a virgin, and he was loving it. I was so scared he was going to come quickly, but with a visible effort hung on. We settled into a lovely synchronisation, and I relaxed and enjoyed every movement. I felt complete at last, with the man I loved, enjoying the best intimacy known to man and woman. I was glad we had waited so long, no fumbling, no awkwardness, just two people in love enjoying each other. We called each other darling, lover, wonderful, as we consummated this long-held passion. I could feel a lovely deepening of the sensations in my clitoris and in my cave of love, and began to groan even louder, seeing stars in my head and stars in the sky. I knew it was coming, that lovely explosion of release which is the orgasm, the climax of all that I am. I grabbed his bottom and dug my nails in, wrenching him into me, screaming as I shuddered to my climax. I felt waves and waves of pleasure go through me, like a sea on a distant moonlit shore. I felt a tingling sensation start at my clitoris, move through my groin, out through my stomach, down my legs, and my heart skipped a beat. In the middle of all this, I felt him pumping, fucking me, hurting me, saying all kinds of things as he found his release too. He thrust hard into me, once, twice, a third time, a big groan with each ejaculation, then we held each other, his head on my shoulder, my hands stroking his lovely hair, calling him dear, darling, lover all over again. My lovely innocent Nick was initiated, was a complete man, had had a woman and had loved it. We stood like that for a few seconds, then I began to push him away, and he slid his member out of me, still big, shiny, wet, covered with our mingled juices. Liquid began flowing out of me, and he scooped some on his finger and sucked it, and stroked my furry mound lovingly. I bent down and kissed his member, which was now flaccid, having done its wonderful job, and now allowed to rest at last. We had to be practical, and found some tissues, and we cleaned each other tenderly. He put his penis away, I let my skirt fall, covering again the site of the great loving encounter. One last embrace, one last time of saying I love you, one last goodnight kiss. No playing with ourselves when we got home this time – just thinking of what we would do next time...... Making Music with Nick Ch. 02 I have been seeing Nick, as friends, for quite some months now. He is a wonderful, complex man, nice, funny, naïve, clever, unused to girls. We had our first sexual encounter after a show a couple of weeks ago, starting with an innocent kiss, but having wonderful sex against the side of the car. The next time I saw him I remembered how gorgeous he was. I looked covertly at his lovely body, his broad shoulders, slim hips, shapely legs, looking where I shouldn't.... He had on a v-necked top, and I could see his chest, a few moles which I find so cute, and a mat of lovely curly black hair just showing. He had his sleeves rolled up, and I could see his tanned arms, with more curly black hair, so manly, so handsome, so gorgeous, I nearly passed out with desire. I wanted to have him again, this time somewhere where we could take our time, explore each other's bodies, laugh, cry, come together. At the interval he signalled that I should meet him outside the village afterwards. Somehow we got through the second half, looking, smiling, longing, knowing. We walked to our cars, saying casually "See you later" for other people's benefit. He drove off quickly, and I packed my things into the car in a more leisurely fashion and drove off more slowly. Outside the village I spotted his car parked up, and stopped behind. I drove behind him to a place where we could both park. He picked up a blanket from the car, took my hand, and we walked, in silence but in anticipation. A blanket – that would mean the ground. Would we be wrapped up together? Would we just be on the blanket, our bodies open to the sky? What was going to happen this time? We reached a spot which he must have found in advance, where we were secluded from the road, but on open ground, with the moon and stars above us. We didn't talk, it would have broken the heady and tense atmosphere. He spread out the blanket, but stayed standing, and gently drew me towards him. He took both my hands, leaned forward, and kissed me so gently on the lips. I returned his kiss, and he slipped the tip of his tongue just between my lips. I responded with my tongue, and we spent some time just savouring the feel of each other's tongues, exploring each other's wet, soft mouths. After a little while, he drew me even closer, and put one arm round my shoulders, and started stroking my back gently with the other hand. Gradually he moved his whole body close, and at last I could feel his hard crotch against mine, pressing, rubbing, asking, telling. He leaned me back a little, and started undoing my blouse, stroking my stomach, moving upwards, exploring, to find my pretty lacy bra, with my breasts spilling out. He first squeezed my breasts through the bra, but soon wanted to feel my flesh, and put his fingers down the bra cups until he found my nipples, which soon thrilled to his touch as he pulled them gently, squeezed them, tweaked them, then squeezed a whole handful of breast again. Still rhythmically pressing his hardness against me, thrilling me, mesmerising me, filling me with desire to have him, he gently took my blouse off me, undid my bra, and loosed my ample, soft breasts. My nipples, which are large and pink, stood out in the chill night air. He gently stroked my skin, going over the nipples and squeezing them gently. The expression in his lovely dark eyes was unmistakable – he liked what he saw, and started to rub his crotch gently through his clothes. I then reached over and undid his belt, just catching his bulge once, then leaving it alone, which made him gasp. My purpose was to undo his trousers, so I could pull out his shirt, and gently take it off him. At last I could see his lovely torso, the strong shoulders, manly chest, dark nipples, curly hair, and the muscles down beyond his waist. I briefly stroked his shoulders and upper chest, but I wanted to run my fingers through that hair, rub my cheek against it, and stroke his nipples too. I took a couple of steps towards him, so that my sensitive, erect nipples just touched his chest, just brushed against the hair, and I rubbed my breasts gently against his chest. He leaned down and took one breast in his mouth, gently taking a large mouthful and sucking on it firmly. Oh, that felt so lovely! He stayed there a while, alternately sucking and nibbling, then leaning back to look, then doing it again. I started to moan gently with pleasure. My hands went around the back of his waist, stroking in a line down the centre of the small of his back, which made him arch his back with pleasure. Having loosed his trousers, it was then easy to slip my fingers into the waistband, and start to pull at the fabric. He got the message, and without taking his mouth from my breast, let his trousers fall. He had on tight briefs, white and virginal, being stretched by the shapes within. I could see where his cock had been lying, but was now trying to burst out, to stand erect in its hardness. I could see where his balls were tightened, swollen by the erection, stretching his pants so that I could see pink flesh, hair, groin, shape. I stroked the length of his cock through the pants, several times, which made him moan with pleasure, and a couple of small wet patches started to appear on the pants near the end of his cock. I also put my fingers into the gap in the pants, and stroked the hairy flesh of his balls, stroked the line of his groin, then through the pants again, went right round his balls, and up the length of his cock with my fingers. By now we were kissing more passionately, and his hands were urgently reaching all over me, not just on the bare flesh above my waist, but also pulling at my clothes. I let him take my skirt off me, so I was standing there in just skimpy panties. He reached for me again, kissing my nipples as before, but putting both hands down the back of my panties and squeezing my bottom, pulling, beckoning. These panties tied with bows at the sides, so I just pulled one end, undid them, and they fell away. He stood back and looked at me, naked, alluring, at my round breasts, big nipples, round stomach, and now, my private parts too. He saw the little triangle of wispy brown curls, left natural as I know he does not like artifice. He saw the little pink folds of skin protruding, and reached out and gently gripped the curls and twined them round his fingers, as he knew from last time I liked. Having had my fill of seeing his cock straining against the tight white pants, I gently liberated it, and pulled the pants away. This time it was harder, so erect it was nearly vertical, and it glistened in the scant light, as more liquid had oozed. Now I could really work, my hands all over his balls, stroking, squeezing, cupping, my hand gripping his cock and gently moving the skin and feeling the ridged structure underneath. I first pulled all the skin up to the top, and massaged the head of his cock through that skin, then pulled the foreskin down, and bared it. The head was pink and round, like a helmet, with a pronounced ridge round the back, which I knew was going to catch me beautifully in tender places. I then knelt down, and still holding his foreskin back, gently began to lick the head, firstly the sensitive part from the foreskin to the hole, then round and round the whole thing. Then, with the centre of my tongue, I licked in downward arcs from the frenum, down and down to his balls. I took first one ball, then the other, completely into my mouth, and sucked on them gently. Then I ran my tongue the whole length, from behind the scrotum, between his balls, and right along his cock to the head, where I finished with a sort of French kiss. "Steady!" he said, "I'm not far off!" He then turned his attention to me, when he motioned me to lay down on my back. He bent my knees, then gently parted my legs. In the moonlight he could see everything. He stroked down each side of my groin, from the hip bone to the pussy. He again tweaked my fur, then lifted it up and looked at the delicate pink structures underneath. He saw the cleft, and felt in the top of it for my clitoris, which was swollen fit to burst. I cried with pleasure when his finger made contact. He moved the folds of skin over and over my love bud with a circular motion, giving me a hint of pleasure to come. Then he moved his finger downwards, over and over the sensitive pink folds of flesh, and plunged into the dark wetness. I was so wet, that it had run a little outside, and he spread it around, and tasted some on his lips. His finger went down a little further, and explored deeper, past my G-spot. As he found the swollen flesh just there, I cried again, and some liquid flowed out around his finger. He gently but definitely started to press and rub round my G-spot, which felt exquisite, as I knew I could enjoy it without consequence. He went as deep as he could, just pressing and rubbing against my insides, with one hand, whilst keeping attention on my clitoris with the other. Knowing that no one would hear, I could moan and cry as much as I wanted, and I was telling him how good it felt as he explored me intimately, how much I loved him, how much I wanted him, how much I was ready for him. But he didn't give himself to me yet. He sat back, looked again, parted my legs wider, leaned closer, and closed his lips round my pussy lips. He gripped them, squeezed them, pulled them, causing a kissing noise when he pulled away. He put out his tongue, and probed between the lips for my love bud, and flicked it upwards, which made me cry out with ecstasy. Then, with lips covering his teeth, he bit my clitoris and sucked hard, which felt wonderful, then just as suddenly let go, and gently licked my pussy lips with the end of his tongue. He carried on doing these things for a while, and the pleasure was wonderful. When his tongue caught my G-spot, it made me want to spurt, and I could do it, knowing that nothing would happen, I could just enjoy the intense feeling. I could see that his cock was as hard as ever, and I wanted it. Right now. Right inside me. Right up me. Until I came. He stopped eating me for a moment, changed position so he leaned over, offering his cock to me. He parted my knees further, but left my legs bent, as he lodged his cock between my pussy lips, put his weight behind it, and I was so wet, he just slid in. At last! Joined, united, together! He was just the right size, short, thick and a nice tight fit, and the ridge on the head of his penis did indeed excite the places I wanted it to. As my legs were bent, I moved my feet upwards, and he sat up, put my feet on his shoulders, and did it that way, pushing into me, then coming almost out, catching my clitoris with the ridge, pulling on my legs, and plunging right back in. Our groans and cries were mingled as we enjoyed coupling like this, so intense on the front of my pussy, so satisfying for him as he could get all of him in. He felt really big this way too, compared with how he did it last time when we were standing up. After a while, he wanted to change position and explore more, so he pulled out wetly, and motioned to me to turn over and get on all fours. In the moonlight he wanted to look at my bottom, kiss it, squeeze it, and he explored the little pink puckered place with a wet finger. Urgently he placed his shiny wet cock into my pussy that way, and oh boy it felt good, especially when I shifted so that my upper body was on the ground, my bottom higher, and his shaft rubbing on my clitoris and G-spot. Slowly and rhythmically we moved together, and I could feel things building up inside me. I asked him to change again, and once again I lay flat on my back, opened my legs and pulled him towards me and into me. I pulled his body down so that he was lying on me, and I could hold him and cuddle him. In this position, the head of his penis was nearer the surface, catching my pussy lips and tweaking my clitoris on every stroke. That was more sensitive for both of us. Most importantly, I could put my arms around his lovely muscular body, and cuddle him, call him darling, tell him I loved him. We went on like that for a while, and I could feel my orgasm building up. I could also see the night sky past his shoulder. An owl flew overhead. A cloud went over the moon briefly, then everything became bright again. The pleasure was building up for both of us, we were groaning, crying. We were in a secluded place, so no one would hear us. My cries were getting louder, until I climaxed, and screamed in ecstasy, as liquids ran from my pussy. Three, four times I climaxed, waves of pleasure going right through me, making me cry out each time "Oh! Oh yes!" I started to calm down a little, but he was just getting rougher, getting faster. He was having a battle with something, and his climax was going to be his triumph. I started gripping his bottom, digging in, pulling, slapping, scratching, exciting him, helping him, until with a huge thrust and a great, heartfelt groan, he came, and I am sure I felt his semen flood into me. A couple more times he ejaculated into me, thrusting each time, groaning each time, until he too fell quiet, relaxed onto me, kissed me long and full on the mouth, then lay down on me, with his head on my shoulder. We felt so complete, so together, in the afterglow of the union we had just had, that we did not want to move. He took one edge of the blanket and covered himself, so that he kept me warm, and we just lay like that, listening to the owls, bats and birds, distant cars, sounds of the night. We fell asleep like that, content in each other's arms, still joined, still in love. When the morning light started to appear, we quietly and happily gathered our things, one last kiss for my pussy, his cock and my nipples, then we dressed each other and headed for our separate homes. Making Music with Nick Ch. 03 Nick and I had been friends for a little while, initially meeting at music shows, then chatting in between times, talking about everything under the sun. We had so much in common. He was so nice, so funny, so gorgeous looking. I had begun to have the hots for him, but he kept on saying he just wanted to be friends, resisted my attempts to move things further, no sign of feeling the same way -- until one day a few weeks ago when all that changed, and to my delight we had full, penetrative sex....standing up..... against a car.....in the street......where anyone could have come, and boy did we come! Both of us, surprised, shocked, delighted, excited! I only saw him once in a while, and the number of times I got off on remembering that encounter, remembering seeing his body for the first time, seeing his hard cock wet with my juices, feeling his lips on my nipples as he sealed our love, hearing his heartfelt groans as he reached the heights of pleasure, seeing the ecstasy on his face as he spent himself into me. That had been his first time, and pure, hot instinct had ruled him, and pure, hot lust rose up in me in response. The next time I saw him, he was ready for me. On a moonlit and starry summer's night he led me to a grassy woodland dell, laid me down and we gorged on each other, through clothes, naked, kissing, feeling, rubbing, licking, sucking, pleasuring, juices flowing, skin and hair thrilling to the touch, and finally penetrating, thrilling, moving, groaning, crying, climaxing under the night sky and the night sounds. We fell asleep, spent in our beautiful ecstasy, joined in our beautiful union. As the day dawned, so did a new dimension in our relationship. A private man, in between our couplings he had behaved as if we were still just friends, still just colleagues at jazz club. He was still so shy, so cute, so endearing. Soon after that we went on holiday. I was surprised when he suggested touring together in a motorhome, as that would mean dressing, eating, sleeping together, and we weren't that kind of intimate yet. He wanted me to turn my back when he dressed, politely went for a walk when I dressed, but as I wanted and desired him so much, I couldn't resist peeking sometimes. I saw his cock several times. I saw how it stuck out a little, even when flaccid, how the foreskin enveloped the head. I saw the darker skin around his balls, the black curly hair all round. I saw his morning erection. I saw how his cock stayed big after I was sure he had just worked on it in the sleeping bag. Even when he had come back into the van after these polite walks, I made sure he saw me. I made sure he got an eyeful of my breast cleavage when I bent down in loose t-shirts. I made sure he got glimpses of my pretty lacy underwear, both around the van and on me. I made sure that even when I was in bed, my bottom, my breast, and even my pussy, were almost showing. Just a hint of pink nipple, just a tuft of brown hair. I pretended I didn't realise he would have seen these things. And most importantly, in the privacy of my sleeping bag at night I tweaked my own aroused nipples, rubbed my wet pussy quietly, climaxed silently and fell asleep in frustrated ecstasy at the thought of what might have been. One day we went for a hike to the Coral Beach, so called because it was made of tiny shells. This was no tropical place, it was in our country, but the sun was out, the sky was blue and cloudless, and it was hot, hot, hot! The beach was a couple of miles from the nearest road, so we had to walk some way, and by the time we got there, other people were moving off home for their dinner, and we soon had the place to ourselves. We sat down together on the beach, to have a drink and rest, and watched the sun sink in the sky, everything begin to turn golden in the evening light. His lovely dark tousled hair shone red in this light, my curls formed a halo round my head. I took off my jacket, as I was hot now I had stopped walking. He took the sweater from around his waist, where he had tied it when too warm. I lifted my t-shirt just to let the fresh air to my body, but he took it and pulled it off over my head, revealing my pretty lacy bra, full, round breasts half showing, shiny and damp in the heat, cleavage accentuated by my necklace, belly button with its piercing showing over the low waistband. Not to be outdone, I playfully pulled his t-shirt off, revealing his gorgeous strong chest, muscular from his physical work, his fair skin, dark nipples, nice bit of curly black chest hair which I had often glimpsed before. Looking down, a trail of hair down his flat, hard stomach, towards his belly button, more hair below that, towards the lovely places I wanted to rediscover. I knew where we were going now, and every bit of me thrilled at the idea. My heart somersaulted, my pussy lips twitched as I lubricated, and I went all gooseflesh. I wanted to be naked, and I wanted him to undress me. I wanted him to feel inside my underwear first, to feel softness, wetness, desire, arousal, and then to pull my clothing off and see how my parts ached for him, wanted him. I undid the button of my jeans and looked at him. He took the zip, undid me, gently pulled the jeans until they fell. He looked appreciatively at the lacy panties, so skimpy they covered practically nothing, like the bra so thin you could almost see everything anyway, hardly worth calling a covering, definitely not decent as my pussy hair showed at the sides, and my labia protruded underneath. His fingertips touched my nipples through the lace of the bra, traced the pink aureoulae, pinched the nipple buttons, pulled and tweaked. With one breast in each hand, he cupped and squeezed them through the material, then let them go gently, felt behind my back and unfastened the bra, letting it fall. Turning me round, he stroked my bottom through my panties, and, pulling them down, gave each buttock a little pat. He then reached round the front, down the panties to my mound, and gave that a lingering squeeze too, and finished taking off my panties. So there I stood, naked, proud, feminine and sexy. As the golden evening light shone on me, I shyly posed for him. I turned half to the side, so that the light fell on my breasts from behind, leaving them half in the golden glow, half in the shadow, erect nipples highlighted. The slight rise in my stomach, my round belly were etched in the evening light. My pubic hair protruded and showed slightly in the revealing light, and my rounded bottom and legs were silhouetted. One thing I wanted to do for him was to share with him something precious and private. Something beautiful and natural. At an angle where I was neither in shadow nor full light, I squatted, opened my legs and started to stroke my pubic hair. I rubbed my labia, and moved my fingers down into my slit and back up again. I then held my pussy lips apart and let it come for him. A few drops, then just a little trickle, and I stopped. He looked, shy but interested. I massaged my mound, squeezing it between the fingers and my thumb above, then let a little bit more escape me. Sensing approval, I let my golden fountain tumble out of me. With one hand I held my labia open, but moved my fingers and thumb around my mound in a rhythmic, erotic motion, and with the other hand, fondled one of my breasts in similar manner, as I gently let my golden rivulet flow, catching the light and sparkling as it tumbled out like a new mountain stream and darkened the coral sand. I enjoyed this beautiful, sensuous, natural act, as the warm liquid slid past my clitoris and tumbled over my fingers. After a short while I was sated, and stepping nearer, I stood up, facing him once more. Still bathed in the golden light he could see my intimate parts, my labia, engorged now with longing. I touched and rubbed them gently. Different juices were coming now, and I held my fingers out for him to taste. I ran the fingers over my mound, past my clitoris and into my pussy, bringing out my juices, and rubbing those juices onto my stomach. I went in again, and brought out even more juices, and spread them onto my nipples, my thighs, all over my crotch, making my pussy hair wet and curly. Absorbed in my self-anointing, I had only vaguely noticed that he had taken his trousers and pants off, and was massaging his cock, groaning with pleasure at what he saw, and what he felt. I was so excited that my rubbing on my clitoris started to get more frenzied, more urgent, and my little organ got harder and redder, and wetter. I was watching him pumping his cock harder, and he was watching me playing with myself faster, and we were both so excited he was having difficulty waiting. As he saw me slow and tense for my orgasm, he stood up and stepped closer to me, and as, with a cry, I rolled on my back and climaxed, he pulled the skin of his cock right back, and, letting out a groan of satisfaction, let his semen go all over my breasts and belly, the second and third bursts going on my groin and legs. He fell next to me on the gritty surface, and put one arm round my waist, calling me darling, telling me he loved me. He took handfuls of the fine shells and rubbed them on my wet-streaked body, drying and cleansing. He did the same to himself. After a while, he got up, and saying "Last one in is a cissy!", he ran into the sea, still naked, cock bobbing, splashing the once-turquoise water, now turning a deep blue-green in the fading light. I followed, my ample breasts jiggling as I scampered after him, kicking water all over him. He sat down in the water, and I landed on him and pretended to ride him, but actually squatting just above him. Then I ran away again, and as I looked back, I noticed that his cock was hard again, and my pussy started to thrill at the sight of it. I took his hand, and led him to the edge of the surf, where it was shallow, and each wave ebbed and flowed. I laid him down on his back, and mounted him again, kneeling over him, facing him, lowering my wet pussy onto his willing member, gyrating, gripping, kneading. No playing this time, it was for real, and as each wave flowed past our mingled bodies, so waves of pleasure flowed inside us. This was exciting and urgent, our session was coming to its crescendo, and as a bigger wave broke over us, so a bigger wave broke inside me, and I screamed for joy. He made several upward thrusts right into me, and with a shout, reached his completion too. We rolled over, and started to come down to earth, doing what we needed to do to bring this exciting evening to a close, satisfied, exhausted, exhilarated, spent. Making Music with Nick Ch. 04 I have known Nick for ages. We have been friends, have lots of common interests such as history, religion and music, but things have become even more interesting lately, as, when the urge takes us, we have wild sex. So far, anywhere but in a bed. We have done it in the street in the dead of night. We have done it on the beach at sunset. The latest is that I was invited on a pilgrimage, to walk from X to Y, to look at church architecture, to play music.... But the catch was that he had invited one of his friends, Tom, to come with us, with whom he had been going on walks for years. I didn't even know this guy, and he was much older than me, and quite frankly, he was going to get in the way. I wanted to look for places where Nick and I could enjoy each other. I wanted Nick to have me against the wall of a church, to feel the delicious combination of the sharp rock penetrating my back, and his equally hard cock penetrating my pussy. I wanted Nick to have me in a quiet corner of the churchyard, where I could lie cushioned on the soft, damp, luscious green grass, wrap my legs round his slim hips, pull him right into me and feel his gorgeous slippery tool pushing me into the earth. But as we got going, things didn't seem that bad. At least this guy seemed OK, being very polite and considerate to me, and obviously very at ease with Nick. Once or twice I felt I ought to leave them to have their catch-up talks, so I disappeared elsewhere, and as soon as I was alone, my hand went down there to comfort, soothe and excite. When Tom wasn't looking, I started sneaking glances at him. A bit mature for my taste, but not bad for his age, neither slim nor thickset, neither short nor tall, with a pleasant expression and kind brown eyes. I found myself looking at his bottom and his crotch, trying to see what I could see when the soft material of his trousers shifted as he walked. At one point, when Nick had gone to look at a shrine, Tom leaned close to me and said "I saw". I stared at him, and he just smiled and turned away. Embarrassed, I avoided him for a while, and only mechanically joined in the general conversation. On the first night we all had to share a tent, and I made Nick sleep in the middle. I was so frustrated, feeling horny and wanting to work it off. I quietly massaged Nick's tool, watching the sleeping bag rise and fall slightly with the motion. It was unavoidable that he arched as he ejaculated into my hand. I could hear a certain kind of breathing coming from beyond, and knew what was going on there. Then we shifted, and Nick's hand found its way to my lovely places, as he rubbed, stroked, spread the wetness, and I was feeling the delicious pleasure of secret arousal. All I could think of was Tom pumping his cock, wondering what it would look like, imagining his hand around it, the white juices spilling all over, and under Nick's hand I climaxed in no time, biting my fist to keep me quiet. Somewhere behind the explosion of stars I was aware of a slight sigh, and as things went still, an owl flew over the tent and we all slept. The next day I did my best to act as if nothing had happened. There was now starting an easy camaraderie between the three of us, but again I gave them space to have their man to man chat, apparently innocently reading a guide book, but deliberately sitting so my cleavage might show. They both glanced at me at one point, and I was sure they were talking about me. That night, there was a feeling of expectancy in the air. Tom invited me to sleep in the middle. Concerned, I looked at Nick, who nodded agreement. It was a hot night, but I was still wearing a loose t-shirt and an old pair of loose jogging trousers, just to be decent. If Tom hadn't been there I'd have gone naked, would have laid there, breasts exposed, thighs open, pussy waiting for Nick's attention. I settled on top of the sleeping bag, as it was too hot to get inside. Hardly had I laid down, when Nick rolled towards me, kissed me full on the mouth, and started to run his hand around my body, reaching under the t-shirt. In Tom's full view Nick exposed my breasts, squeezing them and kissing my pink nipples into even fuller erection. His hand then wandered down my body, into the waistband of the trousers, feeling inside, guiding my legs open, while he was still exploring my willing mouth with his wet tongue, letting me grip it as he pulled it half out, then plunged it in again as I tightened my lips around it. He gently pulled my trousers down, and shifted to kiss the little mound of hair. As Nick's tongue slid onto my clitoris, Tom leaned over and started to kiss my cheek, my ear, my forehead, before placing his lips on mine in a hot, hungry kiss. I was horrified and thrilled at the same time, being so intimate with a stranger. Tom's hands started to stroke my throat, my neck, my breasts, so gently, where Nick's had just been. This was exquisite, being pleasured by two men at once, one paying wonderful homage to my upper body, the other worshipping at the lower temple. As Nick had moved, I released his stiff manhood out of his trousers, slim, long, familiar, well-loved, desirable, and much wanted. I only had the one free hand to pleasure it, so was content to bunch my fingers up and grip and rub the rough skin of his ball sack, the way he liked it, and tickle and stroke the hair around. I could just reach his private place, and put one finger in, pressing in a circular motion. Tom was getting so hot, and he pulled down the front of his track suit trousers, and as he too had nothing on underneath, so his erect penis was revealed in its glory. It was hard, swollen and pink, short and thick, very wide at the base, and narrowing for the head, but with a pronounced ridge. He wrapped his hand over it, palm on top, fingers further down, and started massaging it just like that, squeezing the top in his palm, and working the fingers up and down the shaft. That looked interesting; I had never seen Nick do that, and I wondered whether it was good. Liquid began to ooze from under Tim's fingers as he massaged. I watched, fascinated, until I could feel things were getting urgent for Nick. Nick moved so that he could penetrate me, and he spread my legs, my knees bent in the air, and slid his cock into me, firstly in as far as he could go like that, then he lifted my bottom a little further and went in up to his balls. It felt like his cock would come out of the top of my head, it was harder and bigger than ever before. It felt like I was being impregnated by a giant. He did not move in and out much, but instead gyrated his hips so that every surface of his huge member found all the corners and extremities of my love canal, and rubbed the entrance of my womb. Tom was enjoying this so much, his eyes were half closed with desire, and he had changed position on his cock, encircling it and pulling the skin up and down in a more conventional way. His other hand was placed on Nick's bottom, pushing him harder into me. He was enjoying so much the pleasure his friend was having. Both men were panting and groaning, one with pleasure, one with frustration and longing. I wanted a change of scene, and I lay flatter and motioned Nick to move down me a bit, to where he could pleasure my clitoris with the head of his cock, and plunge it hard along the front wall of my tunnel. That felt so good, I could have done that all night. I wanted Tom to share in the pleasure we were having, so signalled him to get to one side above my face, where I took his cock in my mouth. I felt the bigness. I felt the smoothness. I tasted the salty creaminess of his pre-cum. I saw his balls close to, and cupped them in one hand like a small bunch of grapes, squeezing gently, stroking the light hair. Nick was so turned on by seeing this intimate act between his lover and his best friend, that he could not contain himself any more. He thrusted hard and fast, banging me, hurting me, until with an almighty groan, he emptied himself into me, once, twice, three times. Everything went bright white for him, all he knew was that he was having the orgasm of a lifetime, and he just lay there for a little while, semi-conscious, still in my pussy, still between my legs, unaware of the intense pleasure still going on above him. He came to, and slowly pulled his spent member out of me, trails of white juices from both of us dripping from him onto my mound and my thighs. He rolled over, to lie next to Tom and I, his flaccid cock still leaking juices onto his thigh, ignored, while he watched us still heavily engaged. I lay there with my legs open, pussy still exposed to the night air. I was still sucking on Tom's hard cock, but pushed him off a moment, and, lost for the right words, pointed down to my pussy, which needed satisfying. Tom looked at Nick for approval, and on his nod, we all moved around so that Nick lay on his back below, and I crouched on top of him, with my breasts dangling above his face, on all fours with my pussy ready to receive Tom's swollen cock. And Tom knew what he was doing. He crouched behind me, slid his penis forward along my crack, and after a little teasing around my clitoris, pulled my hips backward towards him and penetrated. He felt huge, and skilfully pushed into me so slowly, one millimetre at a time, and when right in moved his hips in a circular motion so that he caught my G-spot, then dragged out so slowly. This was absolutely heavenly, I was lubricating so freely, and Tom suggested another change of position, where he was sitting up, and, still fully penetrated, I was to sit on his lap forwards, crouching so that I could move. This position allowed Nick to see not only my naked breasts, pendulous in the moonlight, but also his friend's genitalia, in particular his wet, slippery cock moving in and out of me and stretching my pussy, and indeed my swollen, wet pussy lips, my clitoris, which Tom reached round and pleasured with two fingers, and my furry mound, which Tom squeezed with his thumb, and which was now soaked. Nick was so turned on by the sight of the intimate parts, the detail of the action, the skill with which Tom was lifting me up and down on his cock, and the obvious pleasure we were both having, that he was now completely hard again. Tom could tell by my cries that I was in deep pleasure, and the finale was going to be mutual. Tom asked Nick to lie on his back. Tom pulled out of me, and gently pushed me forward and seated me on Nick's cock, and as he guided me to lie down, I gently rested my breasts on Nick's strong chest. Tom straightened my legs backwards, so I was doing the woman dominant position on Nick. Tom then asked me to stay still while he crouched outside Nick's legs and mine, and edged his still-wet cock towards my bottom, and rested it there. Nick and I wanted to move, to copulate, but he asked us to stay still, and circling his cock head around my private place to wet it, he started to rhythmically press, and edge in. He held my buttocks, and pushed so gently. God! it hurt a bit, but he was so gentle, so soothing, and Nick pulled my face down a little to him, and kissed me gently, and it became all right, quite nice. The only one really allowed to move was Tom, and once he was penetrated as far as he could go into my orifice, he consolidated his crouching position, and started gently pushing me up and down on Nick again, moving with us, watching carefully, holding me, making sure we were all comfortable. I had never felt so full, so fulfilled. This was intense. I was sure that the two guys could feel each other's cocks rubbing together through my thin membranes – what wonderful intimacy for them, not to mention the strange but nice pleasure they were giving me. For Nick, it was his girl and his best friend making love with him. For me, it was my guy and an exciting stranger. For Tom, his best friend and a fresh woman. Gently, gently we went on like this for a while, with me more or less fully penetrated on Nick's cock and just gripping him with my pussy muscles, and Tom moving gently into and out of my still body. We were all just groaning, and marvelling about how amazing it felt to be communing like this. Tom was the first to come. With skilful, practised control, he did a few little, short strokes inside me, and pulled out and came in his hand, so as not to hurt me. His semen splashed over my back, Nick's legs and all down Tom's throbbing cock. He squeezed the last liquid out of it, and sat back between Nick's legs, sated and happy, to watch the rest. Now that Nick and I were free of any restrictions, still fully penetrated I kneeled up, and slid my pussy out nearly to the tip of his penis. From there I rammed back down on him, rocked backwards so my pussy squeezed him hard, then forward again, to get some pressure on my clitoris. Leaning forward slightly, I wanted and needed to come, and I bounced up and down on him, riding him, hurting him, fucking him, shouting things, getting more and more excited, him panting and groaning with equal pleasure, until my insides just exploded, and I screamed. Spasms of joy went from my pussy, up my torso, down my legs. Juices just ran from me around his cock, which he was still slowly but firmly pumping inside me. I had barely recovered when, in a burst of short but rough thrusts, he climaxed too, and with a loud cry, arched his body up as he let go of his semen into me. Panting with exhilaration, after a moment I let him slide out of me. Nick caught me in his arms, and Tom settled down the other side of me, and contentedly we rested. No longer was Nick the novice. No longer was Tom the stranger. No longer was I frustrated. Just three people becoming one.