1 comments/ 34375 views/ 2 favorites Their First Time By: mutepenguin She got goose bumps all over her body as he lightly breathed on her neck. His hands caressed her shoulders. A light kiss along her jaw made her shudder. The anticipation of what was coming was driving her wild. He spun her on her heels and kissed her lips. As their lips met, electricity shot through her body. His soft tongue parted her mouth and met hers. His palms slid down her shoulders and found her lower back. He pulled her tight against his chest. As their kiss deepened, she felt her knees grow weak. She walked backward toward the bed, and he followed. They sat down and resumed their passionate kissing. His hand found its way to her hip. He caressed her hip and thigh. She trembled feeling his touch. She reached out and placed her hand on his chest. She felt his chiseled pecks beneath his light weight shirt. Their lips separated and he looked into her eyes. Staring back at him, she nodded. He slowly unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, then the next one. He reached the last button and parted the silk to each side. The girl's modest breast fit neatly into her lace bra. Her flat stomach was soft and pale. She stood up in front of him and shrugged the blouse from her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, and he lifted his arms over his head as she peeled the shirt from his hard body. He put his hands on her hips and slid her skirt down revealing matching panties. She turned her back to him showing off her tight little butt. She reached between her shoulder blades and unclasped her bra. Letting the straps fall from her shoulders, the bra slipped to the floor. She turned back around; her arm and hand covering her tiny mounds. Almost bare, she blushed a little and grinned at him. He stood and stepped toward her. He placed his palms on her slender hips and pulled her close. She put her arms around his neck and their chests pressed against one another. When their lips parted, her hands made their way down to his belt. She unclasped the belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. The zipper was next. She slowly slid the zipper down. She guided his jeans over his hips until they dropped. He stepped out of the fabric that had gathered at his feet. The two were now standing in nothing but their underwear. The ample bulge in his boxer briefs made her body tingle. He quickly grabbed her by the hips and picked her up. She threw her legs around his waist. Her tiny nipples were pointing strait at his face. He took one in his mouth and sucked gently then slightly nibbled. She let out a gasp and moaned softly. He turned and put her down on her back. The mattress accepted her gently. His mouth never left her small tit. He brought one of his hands up to the other small mound on her chest and lightly pinched the nipple. Her small breast was enveloped in his large palms as he gently squeezed. She couldn't contain her moaning when his other hand found her wet slit. He rubbed her through her panties. He could feel the juices soaking through the lace. He sat up on his knees and grabbed the elastic band running around her waist. She lifted her hips as he slid the panties passed her ass. He threw the small wad of lace on the floor and looked at the perfect body lying in front of him. The girl felt shivers running through her nubile body as he ran his hand over her bare vulva. She was ready. She nodded at him again. He stood up off the bed and pushed his boxer briefs to the floor. As he climbed back onto the bed, she watched his swelling member as it grew harder. His girthy rod was about five inches long. He came to rest next to her on the bed. He looked into her eyes questioningly, and her eyes gave him the answer. He rolled toward the night stand and reached into the drawer. His hand emerged with a small square package. He removed the condom and slid it down his broad member. He climbed on top of her and positioned himself between her legs. After one last silent conversation, he slowly slid his penis between her little labia. He pushed further as a wince escaped her. He felt a pressure against the tip. He pushed through and she let out a shout. He lowered his body onto hers and held her. After a moment, he pushed the rest of his cock into the tight hole. She moaned. Her tight pussy was soaked with juices as he slid in and out of her deflowered vagina. He had never felt anything like this before. She was moaning louder, as he thrust in and out. It began to stop hurting and started to feel good. She lifted her hips into his thrusts ramming her clit into the hilt of his cock. She felt like her body was going to explode. He moved in and then out as she pulled off his dick and exploded all over his chest. Her juices sprayed everywhere as she came screaming. She convulsed under him. When the tremors subsided he guided himself back into her slit. He moved faster now sliding in and out of her. His rhythmic motion was going to make her cum again. Rocking against his every thrust, she pushed him off again spraying his chest and pelvis. She could not contain the shouts and moans that accompanied the orgasm. She sat up and grabbed his shoulders. She guided him down onto his back. The girl climbed onto him and straddled his rod. She reached down and guided him into her dripping twat. She rocked her hips back and forth grinding her clit into his pelvic bone. He reached up and took her little titties into his palms and massaged them hard. Her moaning and screaming could not be contained as she felt another orgasm building. His balls tightened. He was going to cum too. His dick pulsed inside her as he blew his load into the condom. In that instant she fell backward onto the bed as ejaculate erupted from her tiny twat. Their first time had been earth shaking, and neither could wait to do it again. Their First Time This story is a little different than my others. This was written as a favor for a friend, who the Dee character is modeled after. This is in 3rd person, and is much longer than my other stories. I hope the length doesn't put too many people off. This story has been bouncing around my head for a while and I had to get it out before I could get back to my other stuff. As always, I love getting feedback and hearing from people who enjoy my stories. Thanks for the ratings! ============================ Dee wasn't sure exactly when she started looking at her husband Paul's coworker Mike a little different. Mike would come over to their apartment once in awhile, usually to pick up a dime bag of weed, although sometimes, just to play a couple games of Madden. Sometimes, if Paul was working late and Mike needed to make a pick up, he would just leave the bag at the apt and Mike would pick it up directly from Dee. It was around then that things started changing for Dee. Mike stopped by one day, and said he had to take a wicked piss, he had a beer after work and it was running through him quickly. He hurried down the hall to the bathroom, closed the door and sat down to relieve himself. When he got up and left the bathroom, she was walking by and glanced in, "Oh, how considerate," she joked, "you left the seat down." "What?" He replied, genuinely confused. She pointed to the toilet, with the lid down. It took him a moment to realize what she was talking about, and then it hit him. "Oh! Oh....I always leave it down at home. I generally pee sitting down." He could see Dee eyeing him skeptically, "Well, you know I'm pierced, right?" "What?" "You heard me, pierced, as in I have a Prince Albert piercing in my cock. It's great for sex, but it tends to make it difficult to aim. Kind of like putting your thumb over the end of a hose; tends to cause it to spray a little. So, I sit. No muss, no fuss." "Okaaay" she said, still sounding a little confused. "Look, I can show you if you'd like." As soon as he said it, he realized how that sounded, "I mean, if you're curious, I'm not trying to sound like a creep, 'Hey, let me show you my dick', and all that. You know what, never mind, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry, let's just forget it." "No, well....look, now you got me curious...can I?" "Okay, but look, let's keep this a secret, shall we? I don't need your husband thinking I'm going around flashing his wife." "Ooooo, a secret....." she giggled, "No worries, that's the LAST thing I want to do, 'Oh by the way dear, when your friend stopped by to pick up his weed, he whipped out his dick for me!'" she said mockingly. "Good point. Okay, here goes." and with that, Mike unbuckled his belt and opened his pants his exposed his prick. Dee's eyes involuntary shot open, "whoa...," she quickly tried to regain her composure. Sure enough, through the head of his cock was a thick, silver ring. It went in through the urethra, and came out through a hole on the underside of the shaft about an inch or so below the urethra itself. Now, while the ring was indeed fascinating, as she had never seen one in person, and she could see that having an obstruction passing through his pee hole could cause the usual stream of urine to sprayed like a 'thumb over a hose', but that was not why she gasped. It was his cock itself. A "hose" was indeed a good reference. He was big. Maybe not by porn standards, but was he was long and thick. Probably bigger in this flaccid state than her husband's was fully erect. She noticed along the underside there were several rows of small indentations, 4 sets of two each, running down the length of his shaft. "What are those?" She inquired, mesmerized. "Those are other piercings; I normally don't wear the barbell studs in those, unless, well, I'm planning on using them for sex. "Whoa..." She muttered again. "That's, uh, that's impressive. And you wear all them when you have sex?" "Sure, that's pretty much why I got them, the Prince Albert, the ring I'm wearing, tickles the inside of my urethra quite nicely. Plus it rubs the inside of the woman's pussy, giving her a thrill too. And when I wear all the barbells, well, it drives them crazy in Doggy Style! It's called a 'Jacob's Ladder,' all the studs hit the clit and the ring at the end can stimulate the G-spot. But, there are times when I've got to take them out though." "Yea? Like when? Why?" she was trying to carry on a normal conversation, but was having a hard time not staring at his cock. "Well, there are times when they just get in the way..." "Like.......?" she pressed. "Well, oral, for one. They get in the way and the ring can gag." "And.....?" She did not want to drop it obviously. "Well.....anal. It's just too much." This caused her to pull her attention away from his penis and look him in the eyes, "You like to fuck girls in the ass?" "Any chance I get," he said slyly, momentarily forgetting he was talking to a woman married to someone he considered a friend. The talk of blowjobs and anal sex, not to mention just standing there with his dick out while she stared at it was starting to arouse him a little, and his prick had began to thicken. Dee's eyes opened wider at the sight of it starting to grow. Mike noticed what was happening, "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I've got to put this away." And quickly tried to stuff in back in his pants, although it was a little stiff and took some effort to get it tucked back away. "I'm sorry about that," he apologized, red-faced. "I didn't mean for that to happen, just the talk of anal, and blow jobs....you know. Sorry though" "That's alright," she said, "I understand." But in her head she was thinking that is she wasn't married, she would love to get that thing inside of her. "Anyway," she said, trying to change the subject and clear her mind of what she had just seen and heard, "I suppose you're here for......" "Oh yes, did Paul leave something for me?" With all the blood rushing to other areas, he had momentarily forgotten why he was here. "Yeah, let me just go grab it." And with that she turned away and disappeared into the bed room before reappearing a few minutes later with a small baggie. "Here you go." He gave her some cash, and mumbling an unnecessary apology, he turned to the door. "I should go." "Okay, well, see you around?" "Sure." And with that he left the apartment and headed to the street where his bike waited. He probably wasn't even to the street before Dee had hurried back into the bedroom, had her hand down her pants and was fingering herself to a quick climax. As she laid there recovering from her self induced orgasm, she thought to herself, "What the hell is wrong with me? I'm a happily married woman. I shouldn't be looking at other men's pricks and frigging myself off thinking about them!" But the truth was, she wasn't that happily married, hadn't been for quite some time. Paul barely touched her, and when he did, it was on his terms, over quickly and usually leaving her unsatisfied. Hell, he hadn't even gone down on her in close to a year! Try as she might, she could not get the thought of Mike's prick out of her head. She wanted it, wanted him so bad. If her husband wasn't going to take care of her needs, maybe Mike would. What did he say there at the end? "Any chance I get?" Well, maybe she would put that boast to the test. Next time Mike came over, she had a hard time not staring at his crotch. How had she not noticed the way his pants bulged like that before? Curious if he was doing the same thing, she had stopped and bent over to pick up a cat toy on the floor and when she stood up and looked back, he caught him turning away from her direction, he had been checking out her ass! The thought of him checking her out, became such a turn on that when Mike left that day, she practically attacked Paul and fucked his brains out, all the while thinking of Mike, and that beautiful, steel laden prick of his. It was the first time in a long while she orgasmed with her husband's dick inside her. Time went on and they became aware the other was watching and flirting. Paul remained oblivious to what was going on, spending his time getting high and being glued to his game. If he noticed Mike wasn't buying anything, just stopping by to hang out, he never said anything about it, just kept on smoking and playing. Dee began to text Mike when Paul was at work, first it was pretty benign stuff, then they became laced with little innuendos and flirtatious comments, progressively becoming more graphic. When one day she asked if she could see his penis with all his jewelry, he boldly sent her a picture of his cock, not only with all the studs in, but fully erect to boot. He added the message; "Your turn." His heart raced as he awaited her reply. Would she reply? What would she send? His cock started to swell with anticipation. Finally his phone beeped. She had sent a reply. He quickly opened it, and was blown away at what he saw. She sent him a picture of her pussy, but it was special. She apparently had not followed the current trend of so many women these days, she left herself naturally hairy. He was in heaven! Hairy pussies were so rare these days, so many women shaving their lips, and many even just kept the whole area void of any hair, but he loved the hairy ones. The hair helped to keep their natural scent. There was nothing like the smell of a hot, wet, furry box. The line was crossed, from that point on, their texts were now almost exclusively about sex. Occasionally, she would even call him and they would have some pretty hot conversations, they talked about things they liked, things they had done, fantasies they had, and what, but not who, they thought about when they masturbated. It turned out, she loved talking dirty, and her main fantasies seemed centered around rough sex. She so desperately wanted to be just man-handled in bed. "Treated like a little fuck toy" were her words. She lamented that her husband wasn't willing to indulge her in those things, and to be honest, he came up a little "short" in other areas too. "You mean he's got a small prick?" Mike asked when she told him that. "Well, maybe not 'small', I mean he's around six inches, that's average, right? But it is, well, kind of, skinny; I guess that's the best way to describe it. Which is okay, because every once in a while he'll want to put it up my butt, and it doesn't take me long to get used to it when he does. I just wish he'd lick me sometimes before he just rams it in there. I asked him once to do that, and he got grossed out. 'I ain't putting my mouth where you shit!' Whatever, I told him, as long as it's clean, hell, I even offered to do it to him if he wanted. It turned him off so much, he lost his hard. Said only fags like their asshole played with." "Well it's just common courtesy," he replied, "I mean, I will do whatever the woman asks if she's willing to let me fuck her ass. If she asks me to lick it, I'm going to lick it! Besides, you've got to get her to relax, and a nice long, rim job is just the thing. And the other thing, having your asshole played with does not make you gay, trust me, I love it when my backdoor is licked and fingered, hell, I've even had girls who liked to work it with a dildo, big deal, it feels great and trust me, it hasn't made me stop loving pussy! If that were me? If I had a hot wife like you at home, and you asked me to lick your asshole, my face would be between those beautiful butt cheeks of yours before you could blink." There, he said it. He said "you." They were no longer talking about other people; they were talking about each other. "Are you serious?" she asked softly. "I mean, you said, 'if YOU asked...,' do you mean it? Do you mean me?" he could feel the trepidation in her words. She wanted to know, but was afraid if she was wrong, and if he was serious, was she? "Look," he began carefully, "like I said, I think you're hot. You have an amazing ass, your tits are huge, and honestly, you're beautiful. I mean, you have amazing eyes, a wicked smile, and I think your freckles are sexy. And yes, if you were single, I would jump at the chance to get in your pants." He heart leapt into her throat at the bluntness of his confession, "But since I'm married, to your friend, no less, you wouldn't fuck me if I asked?" She asked. "Well," he paused, not quite knowing how to respond, "I guess I would be wondering what your end game was. I mean, I do not want to be the cause of someone to be splitting up, and honestly, I enjoy being a bachelor too much to be looking to take on the role of husband...." She cut him off, "I'm not asking for that, and besides, things aren't that great between us now, if I wanted to leave him, I would, and it would have nothing to do with you. Besides, there are things that make me think he's probably getting some on the side anyways. So yes. I am asking you, you wanna fuck me, or not?" "Of course I do," he stammered, still a little unsure if she was being serious or if this was some kind of set up, "if you're sure you're okay with this." "Look," she said forcefully, "I've rubbed myself raw masturbating about your cock, my husband barely ever touches me anymore and when he does, the only way I can cum is to think it's your dick inside me. I've had him fuck my ass more in the last couple of weeks than I've let him in the last year, just to get myself ready to take that monstrous cock of yours up there. So yes, I want you to fuck this neglected pussy and give my tiny little asshole a good stretching too while you're at it, okay?!!" She was surprising herself with own bluntness, and was getting wet just listening to herself. "Are you in, or not?" She slid her hand down the front of her pants, and began frantically rubbing her wet pussy in anticipation of his answer. "I'm touching myself right now," she panted, "tell me you'll fuck me.....I'll make it good for you. You'll never have someone worship your cock like I will. I'll be your little cock whore, if that's what you want. I'll take that prick of yours like a champ, up my ass, in my mouth, every way you want." She was breathing heavy, he wanted to answer, but didn't dare interrupt her as she played. Her panting and gasping those filthy words was getting him hard, his dick staring his pants, begging to be released. He pulled it out began tugging hard on it, listening to her get herself off for him. "Please......I want you so fucking bad....I know I can make it good for you." Her breath was shallow and quick, he knew she was about to cum. "I'll suck you good, I promise, I'll lick your balls, I'll even lick your ass if you want, oh pleeease let me show you how dirty I can be...please...please?" He knew she was close, and he knew just what she wanted, what she needed to hear. With a grunt, he gave it to her, "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you!" He exploded all over his hand and stomach, his hand flying up and down, milking out his thick, creamy load. He heard her squeal on the other end of the phone, his orgasm and his agreeing to give her what she begged for being what she needed to get off. "Oh fuck baby...damn...that was hot." He panted, trying to catch his breath, "Yes. I will fuck you." He said with conviction. He knew if she could be that enticing and dirty on the phone, she would definitely be one hell of fuck. He had to give her what she wanted. "And yes, before you ask, I am going to want you to wear ALL those glorious rings and studs in that dick. I want you to make me feel things I have never felt before." She was still panting, recovering from her quick, self induced orgasm. Neither of them said anything, just listening to the other's breathing, not wanting to be the first to break the silence and ask the obvious question. Mike spoke first, "So, um, when do want to do this?" "Fuck honey, I would love for you to come over now and clean me up," she giggled a little, "but there's just not enough time. Tomorrow? Paul's working 10s this week, so we'll have all fuckin' day to, well, Fuck. He leaves at about 4am, won't be back until late in the afternoon. He sometimes goes over to one his boy's house and gets a couple games in before coming home." "Probably John's." Mike guessed. John was another gamer coworker who lately had been boasting about his 50-whatever inch TV w/3D and new 7.0 surround sound he would not shut up about. "Yeah, that sounds about right." She could care less whose house it was as long as it meant another hour or two to explore her debaucherous side with Mike. "How about I text you when he's gone. Sooner you show up, more time we have to play." "Okay. Look, I will totally understand if you have a change of heart and..." She cut him off again, "Oh hell no. You are coming over in the morning and you are going to fuck me. I'm going to ride that magnificent fuck stick of yours until I soak your balls with my cum, then I am going to roll over and let you plow that thick beast right up my butt! You got that?" If he harbored any doubt about her willingness to go through with this, it was gone now. He agreed and hung up. The prospect of what the next day would bring was so much he worried he would be able to perform to her expectations. Fortunately, he kept a small bottle with a couple of internet ordered Cialis. Just in case. He put them in his jacket pocket as insurance. "Better safe than sorry," he thought. He turned in early to get as much rest as he could get, he was going to need it. He tossed and turned for awhile, ending up masturbating before finally falling asleep. The next morning, he woke up, and got himself ready, shaving and putting in those studs and ring that he knew would give her something to remember, then he made sure to give himself an extra thorough scrubbing downstairs, if she was planning on playing at his backdoor, he had better be good and clean. He fixed himself a big breakfast for the energy, and then got on his motorcycle and rode into town. There was a coffee shop not far from their apartment he would sit and wait. His dick jumped when his phone chimed that he had a message, and after confirming it was her, he leapt from the table, threw some cash down, and hurried to his bike. It wasn't long before he was pulling onto their block. He quickly parked and rang the buzzer. The elevator ride up to the 8th floor had never felt this long. A few more minutes and he was in front of their door. He had knocked on it dozens of times before this, but his heart had never raced like it did right then. He knocked, and the door opened. They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity before she motioned him inside. As soon as the door closed, they were on each other. It was impossible to tell who was the aggressor, who started it, who was to blame. They were both on fire and raging with pure Lust. Lips were mashed together as they explored each other's mouth with their tongues. Hands slid up and down each other. His hands running through her short, almost spiky hair as her hands slid over his smoothly shaved head. Dee leaned into him and pushed him against the wall, momentarily gaining the upper hand. He kept a hand on the back of her head and neck, just to enjoy and explore the feeling of such short hair, and let his other hand slide down her back. Down to the small of her back, where it curved out and her ass began. That wonderful ass. He could not help himself and he grabbed a handful of her magnificent cheek and pulled her hips tight to himself, grinding his hips to hers. She pulled her mouth away and looked into his eyes, "I was wondering how long it would take for you get your hands on my ass." She said with a smile. As their jean covered crotches made contact and pushed together, her eyes slowly closed and she let out a low moan, "Damn baby, I can feel you through your pants." Their First Time Mike pulled her face towards his again and began kissing her once more, this time with more tenderness than before, but even though there was less force, he seemed to convey just as much power. He kissed her lips, and then moved to her cheek. His soft lips gently brushing her jaw line as he moved up to her ear and took her lobe in his mouth. Gently nibbling on it before tracing the outline and curves of her ear with his tongue. "Yea?" He softly breathed into her ear, "you feel me huh? How do I feel?" He pulled her tighter against himself and flexed his pelvis as if to increase the sensations. "Tell me, let me hear it." He goaded her, knowing she had a filthy mouth when she wanted to. Hell, wasn't that what made her emails and texts so fucking hot to him? Using such dirty words, words that he hardly ever heard women use. Words like 'cunt' and 'cock' and 'fuck toy'. Words that struck him with such intensity that he got hard almost as soon as he heard them. Although now there was a new element, now he could her in her own true voice. Not the tinny reception of a cell phone, but in his ear. Hearing her voice added a level of excitement he could not even measure. She had a hot voice. The kind of voice that seemed perfect for talking dirty. A bit soft, but with an edge to it, and a husky, almost smoky quality usually heard in jazz singers as they leaned against some piano in a smoke filled bar and sang 'Fever'. "Tell about my cock, baby. Let me hear your sexy voice." Mike begged, trusting against her as if to emphasize, and with a moan uttered, "Please." "Oh fuck...your cock, it feels so.....so thick! Oh damn. I feel it pulsing against my leg. Just thinking about that fuck-stick sliding its way up inside my tight pussy..." She gave a shiver, "oh fuck, honey. I cannot wait for that beast to fill me up." He knew she was exaggerating, but he didn't care. He just kept kissing her face, listening to her soft, silky, voice as his mouth ran down from her ear, following her jaw line. Dotting it with little kisses as he went lower, brushing his wet lips and hot tongue across her throat, kissing along her sensitive neck line. "Ohhh....lover....that feels soooo amazing...please, don't stop...don't ever stop kissing me like that." The sound he made in response must have pleased her because she let out a playful giggle and ran her hand down the front of him. Sliding her hand up and under his shirt. Rubbing across his belly, she gripped her hand and dug her fingertips into his soft flesh at his hips. "I love man with a belly." He slowed his kissing, feeling embarrassed and a little ashamed of his recent weight gain. When he shifted and brought his hand to hers, trying to move it away, she protested. "Look, I meant that as a compliment, you know I consider myself a chubby chaser. A few extra pounds is hot to me. It is so nice to touch and feel someone so.....large. I can just imagine how it will feel to have that extra weight on top of me, pushing into me," she pulled his face up to look into his eyes, "feeling that extra power as you pound into me from behind, slamming me down and pinning me to the bed..." With that, he lost his momentary reluctance, and began to attack her with renewed passion. Her hand resumed it's venture upwards inside his shirt, and was joined by her other. Now, she had both hands up his shirt, pushing against his chest as she leaned into him. With an upward motion, she lifted her arms and took his shirt with them, forcing him to again break contact with her lovely neck. She removed his shirt over his head and grabbed his wrists to hold his arms above his head, against the wall. Then, lowered her head into his chest and began kissing him down his chest, until she reached his nipples. First one, then the other she took them into her mouth and sucked them greedily, nibbling gently with her teeth, biting down on the thick metal rings in them and pulling until he cried out. "Damn baby, I love that you are pierced like this. Please tell me, tell me you are wearing ALL you jewelry..." A naughty grin flashed across his face. "Maybe" he smiled. With that, she took him up on his challenge. Releasing one of his wrists, she dragged her hand down, fingers tracing his lips, the curve of his jaw, his neck, running through the blonde patch of fur on his chest, "a hairy chest too....fuck, I have missed feeling that..." Trailing over his ringed nipple, twirling it slightly as she did, and dropping it lower, further down, rubbing in circles over his equally hairy belly until her finger tips brushed the top of his belt. Mike closed his eyes and tipped his head back in anticipation, "oh don't stop there, I have waited too long to feel your hand on me. On my......cock." She smiled a little on hearing that, and emboldened by knowing he had waited so long to feel her touch on his manhood, lowered her hand once again. As her hand reached his straining manhood, they both let out a gasp. Her for feeling this thickness for the first time with her own hand, he for the feeling of her fingers gripping his shaft. She squeezed him tightly through his pants. And gently rubbed up and down his shaft. Down his leg, until she felt the outline of his bulbous head. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she squeezed the tip of his cock, and squealed in joy as she felt the unmistakable contours of steel jewelry running through the soft tissue of his dick head. "I....I....," she stammered, "I think I just came a little." She sheepishly admitted as she continues to fondle the rings she was feeling. "I have never been with anyone with rings in their dick. You'll leave them in right?" "Of course." He reassured her. She pushed her mouth back onto his and once again they were kissing deeply. "Good," she muttered as their tongues danced together, "I have waiting to feel that thick, steel tipped, prick of yours for so fucking long." That pushed him right towards the edge. With a grunt, he pulled his hands from her ass and took hold of her shoulders and rolled her off him, pinning her to the wall now as she had him. "My turn," he grinned as he took control. With one hand he held her wrists together, as he cupped her face with the other, holding her chin and directing her mouth onto his. He pushed into her with his hips, a knee pushing Dee's legs open so he could step between them and rub his pelvis into hers. He was so hard, it seemed he was about to rip out of his pants, and she was so hot, he swore he could feel a dampness through the crotch of her jeans. Keeping his mouth glued to hers, damn he probably hadn't kissed someone this much in years, he moved his free hand down her neck, tracing with his finger tips along her sensitive neck lines. Moving lower until he reached the top button of her blouse. His fingers were trembling at first, but soon he regained his composure and in minutes began to finger open her buttons. He moved his mouth down so he could kiss and explore each new inch of her skin as he slowly undid her top and began to expose her heavy breasts. As he undid each button, he gently kissed the newly revealed flesh as he opened her top, lower and lower, no longer holding her wrists, he used both his hands to unfasten and open shirt, until he had reached the center of her cleavage. There he focused his attention. Lavishing the deep chasm of flesh with kisses and licks, he pushed her shirt back over her shoulders and let it fall; she was now clad only in the bra from the waist up. And what a beautiful sight it was, the fabric was a light purple satin, edged with a black lace. The cups were filled to capacity and he swore he could see her nipples straining through the cups as her chest heaved. The light color of the bra contrasted nicely with the brown skin it held, her light brown skin, covered in a faint dusting of freckles. "Fuck...," he exhaled more than spoke, "you are lovely, your skin is so unbelievably sexy. I have never seen anything like it." He dived into her deep cleavage again and began kissing up the center of her chest, moving towards her shoulder. "I want to kiss every inch of your flesh," he whispered, "I want my lips to grace every single one of your sexy spots. You are so beautiful, so graceful, like a powerful cheetah." She sighed deeply at that comment, "yeah, like a powerful, untamed animal." He added. At that she seemed to sink into his arms. "Nobody has ever told me that," she confessed, "no one has ever told me they were beautiful." "They are," he whispered between kisses across the nape of her neck, "they are beautiful, each one is special, and they form such a one of a kind pattern." Dee was melting after that, she had never been told how her freckles made her special, and he was telling her all the words she needed to hear. Her body was on fire for him. She had never wanted another man before. Not like this. And here she was, pressed against a hallway wall, another man pressing his erect dick against her deeply wet crotch as they grinded together, his mouth trailing kisses over her tender shoulder, leaving a glistening trail of wetness in it's wake. She ran her hands over her lover's bare back, one sliding down to cup his butt, one sliding up and over his freshly shaved smooth head. Mike's body was such a combination of sensations, a field of contradictions. His chest and belly were covered in a soft blonde fur, but his head was completely void of a single hair, so opposite of what she was used to: smooth, hairless chest, and a head full of long, thick, wavy hair to run her hands through. She wondered about the rest of this new lovers' body, was his shaft buried in tuft of light hair? Were his balls, smooth and silky? She grinned to herself, knowing she would know soon enough, and fresh rivulet of pussy juice escaped and continued to dampen the now sodden crotch of her panties. She could wait to find out how that beautiful, thick, white cock looked; close up, and in her hand. He turned her around, so she faced the wall, palms flat, elbows bent, she rested her head against the cool wall as he kissed and licked across the back of her neck. She shuddered with newfound pleasures as he ran his mouth over her body in ways she had never had experienced. He even kissed up the back of her head where she had cut her hair so short. When his mouth reached the top of her spine, her began to travel south, his hands reached around and began to paw roughly across her chest, his kisses were becoming nibbles as she felt his teeth across her back and down her spine. His breathing was becoming more pronounced and jagged. His breath was hot across her neck and back. His hands had found her breast, and his fingers were exploring the new flesh. He delighted in feeling her nipples, thick, and fat, now hard with her excitement. Mike had never felt nipples like this, he desperately wanted to feel them with his own mouth, run his tongue over them, but that would have to wait. Now he had other goals to work on. The prime goal being what she kept in her pants. He kept kissing her back and ran his hands down her chest, over her soft stomach, and down to her pants. She pushed her hips back to grind her beautiful ass against his straining bulge, and groaned in approval as his hand slipped between her legs, he swore he could feel her heat and dampness through the heavy denim. Dee gyrated her hips at his touch, trying to get the most out of his fingers rubbing between her legs and the rod she felt rubbing between her cheeks. He moved both hands to top of her pants now and began to unbuckle her belt. He actually had a little difficulty, as his hands were beginning to shake a little. He, they, had talked and fantasized about this for so long and now, he has moments away from pulling her pants down and having his face between those luscious ass cheeks of hers that she had tempted him with for all this time. His mouth working overtime to make good on his intent to kiss every one of her spots as he traveled lower down her back, his mouth reaching the waistline of her jeans just as he unclasped her belt, popped her button, and undid her zipper. His hands gripped the hips of her jeans and he began to pull them down, his lips kissing each newly exposed inch of skin as he exposed the ass he had jerked off to in his dreams so many times. At the first sight of her crack, he lost all control, forcing her pants and underwear the rest of the way in one frenzied motion and burying his face between her perfect globes of flesh. She squealed with surprise as he orally attacked her bottom. She could not even remember the last time she had been rimmed, but she was positive she had never had such an enthusiastic and frenzied lover go after her from behind like he was right now. "Oh fuck, baby! Damn that feels amazing! No one has ever licked me like that before....oooooohhhh....honey, please, don't stop. Don't ever stop! Lick my tiny little asshole, rim me good...that's it baby, right there....get it in deep..." Her dirty voice spurred him on, she had such a rich, sexy voice, and she knew just how to talk to drive him crazy. He was nose deep in the cleft of her buttocks now. Kissing, licking, nibbling, and at times, outright biting at the flesh between her cheeks. Lust driven fingers pried into her soft cheeks, opening her for him, spreading her ass obscenely for his inspection. He paused to relish this moment. He was now staring at what he had lusted for, for so long. His face, his eyes, his mouth was inches from her sweet treasure, her most intimate of orifices. He was finally, eye to eye, with her asshole. He fell forward onto it, mouth wide open, his lips formed a tight ring over it, and his tongue began to dance and circle it's entrance. Tracing her intimate contours with it's tip, probing gently at her tight ring of muscle. Feeling it tighten and relax almost in sync with her breathing. She was on her toes now, making sounds she hadn't heard herself make in a long time. His tongue covered her most private area thoroughly, from probing her tight ring like a tiny finger, to rubbing it's contours in a soft circle, to flattening out and covering her backdoor in one long, wide lick of the tongue, over and over, his tongue cleaning her better than she could probably do herself. He opened her up again to gaze upon her backdoor. He blew a puff of air across it and she flinched, her involuntary movement caused her tight ring to contract, making it look like it was winking at him. He loved every second. Her perfect circle exposed to him as it was, glistening with his saliva, and ringed with a tuft of dark fur. Yes. Fur. A trail of soft, curly hair circling her tiny, tight hole, spreading down to cover her thick pussy lips. Lips he now feverishly went after with his tongue. He knew she didn't shave, but it was the sight of it that captivated him. He hadn't seen a hairy pussy in years. She could tell he was now lapping for her sweet snatch, and she lifted her leg over his head and turned so her back was against the wall to give him a better view and access to her pink folds. She reached down and taking him by the temples, rubbed his face back and forth across her thick patch of soft curlies that began between her legs and blossomed out like a dark fan across her brown skin, ending in little wisps trailing towards her navel. "You like that huh?" She chided, "Been awhile since you've eaten a hairy pussy huh?" His mumbled response was lost in her thick muff, "I remember you seemed to get off on me being so fucking hairy. I even stopped trimming up the sides. Just for you. Do you like it? Do you like my hairy pussy, lover? Do you like how it tastes? How does it smell? Smell better than a shaved one? I bet it does, all that thick, rich hair down there, trapping in all my essence, all my scent. I bet it tastes fantastic too!! Doesn't it?! Tell me, tell me how good my hairy pussy tastes!" "MMMMmmuuumm! Ooootttssst oOooO" He mumbled, his mouth obscured by her thick bush. "Didn't anyone tell you not to talk with your mouth full?" She mocked as she lifted his face from her crotch. "I said, you taste wonderful! So rich and tasty! You're so wet! Thick...creamy...damn! I fucking love the way you taste!" Mike was trying to get his face back between those creamy brown thighs and get back to that hot, spicy pussy, but her grip on his head kept him where he was, barely out of reach. "Please...let me back at it. I...I want to; no I NEED to taste you again! Please!!" "Oh, alright. Since you asked so nicely!" Dee laughed as she moved her hand to the back for his shaved head and firmly planted his face square between her legs. "Eat up baby, eat mama goooood..." She purred the last as her fingers traced around his ears and across his jaw as he was again allowed the pleasure of tasting her sweet, sweet pussy. She was right, it had been a long time since he had his face buried in an unshaved pussy, and she was also right about the taste. And the smell. His head was swimming with the pungent aroma of her sex. It was so rich and complex, he could smell and taste hints of her sweat, from the heat of the day, and of course, there were other natural smells and tastes buried in that thick hair as well. She was ripe, over flowing with excitement. She had spent the previous evening on the edge of arousal, and she was soaking wet for it. Her clit was large and swollen; he could hardly ignore it as he worked his mouth between her legs. His nose rubbing across it as he ran his tongue up between her furry lips. What a sight her sex was, her own mocha brown skin, peppered with sexy freckles, was the perfect complement to frame the dark patch of her pubic mound, which was highlighted by her thick, brown outer lips protruding through the curls and in the center of those, a bright pink line right down the middle where her pussy lips slightly parted exposing the soft, wet, inside of her glistening wet sex. With near animalistic passion, he dove back between her parted thighs. His mouth engulfing her box, his lips against hers, his tongue tracing every crease and fold of her skin as he licked her from her tight, puckered, little starfish, up to her swollen clit. It stood out from it's fleshy hood, erect and throbbing as he wrapped his mouth over it sucking on it, almost like it was an undersized cock, his lips sliding over it's surface as he pulled it into his mouth over and over, occasionally pulling complexly off with a loud *slurp!* causing her to shiver with delight. But what she truly seemed to enjoy was when he would pull her clit deep between his lips and danced over the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. Darting around it like a berserk butterfly. He knew he was doing something right by the way her breathing became deeper and her legs began the quiver at the knees. It was then that she pushed against his forehead, breaking his contact with her hot box. "Whoa, lover....calm down, I'll cum that way if you want, but I'd rather cum with that thick, white, cock of yours deep inside of me. Stretching me wide. Fucking me good and hard." He looked up at her, over the dense forest of dark curls, over her round, speckled belly, over her heaving chest and between the lovely valley formed by her heavy, thick nipped breasts, past those beautiful, red painted, parted lips, up to those deep, brown, smoldering eyes, and told her, "As you wish..." And stood up to kiss her full on the mouth. As he began to rise, he started to kiss her belly, but she held him by the face, and brought his lips directly to hers, kissing him deeply and with all the passion of a horny teenager about to cop their first feel. Her hand slid down between them, her finger tips trailing across the straining bulge in his jeans. "Besides," she whispered, "I haven't even got to see this beast yet. And you've already had your tongue up my snatch. Not to mention what you were doing to my ass." She almost seemed to blush a little when she mentioned it. "Why don't we move out of the hall here, and let me return the favor?" For the first time since the front door closed, he looked around. She was right; they had barely made it inside the apartment before losing themselves in each other. Their First Time Picking up her discarded clothes, she led him into the bedroom. "Are you sure? I mean, in here?" He asked before crossing through the doorway into their bed room. She continued walking in; removing any remaining pieces of clothing she still reached the bed, turned to face him and sat on the edge of her mattress. "Yes. I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you here, on the bed I share with him. So that every night, as he pokes his little dick into me, I can remember lying here, with your thick cock, pounding the living shit out of me." As she spoke, she slowly parted her legs and dipped her hand between them, as she ran her other hand to her breast and took her nipple between her fingers and gently rolled it back and forth, closing her eyes and seemingly losing herself in her thoughts momentarily. "I want to remember being on all fours, or better yet, just bent over the side here, my face buried in these pillows as you slide in and out of my little asshole, stretching me wider than any dick ever has.....mmmm, yesss," she seemed to enjoy that thought as she increased the tempo she had going on her furry slit. "...yes, I defiantly want to fuck right here." With that, she seemed to snap out of it a bit and looked me right in the eyes, "so get the fuck out of those clothes, get over here and fuck me!" He kicked off his shoes and started across the floor towards her, unbuckling his belt as he walked. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch as he approached and her hand never stopped it's frantic frigging of her hairy box. As soon as Mike was within reach, Dee grabbed at his waist band and pulled his pants down franticly. Her eyes bulged widely as his cock sprung to view. At last, she was eye to eye with the member she had masturbated about so many times. It was so beautiful to her. Nearly 8 inches in length, it stood out proud and hard, twitching ever so slightly. The shaft was shaved to the base, and slightly beyond, and while he kept a small patch of pubic hair above his rod, it was trimmed nicely and kept very short. She ran her hand over his smooth, hairless scrotum, rolling his large, tender orbs between her fingers, she smiled when she let one finger drift back under those heavy balls and found he was smooth back there as well. How far back does he shave? She wondered, knowing she would be finding out soon enough. They often talked about his penchant for anal play, and she knew he loved having his pucker fingered and licked. Almost as much as he loved to finger and lick tight little buttholes himself. She was never allowed near her man's backdoor, and on the rare occasions he buggered her, it was quick and clumsy, with little warning, and even less foreplay. She kept rubbing her snatch, as she almost reverently reached up and wrapped her fingers around his stout shaft, gripping that dick at the base. "Whoa, mama..." She exhaled, "those pictures do NOT do this thing justice! It's so *thick*!" She practically squealed, "I can't get my fingers all the way around this thing!" It was true, while they were close, her thumb and finger still had a sizable gap before they could touch. He looked down and smiled. The expression on her face was amazing. She was captivated by the dick in her hand. Dee had been with Paul for nearly 20 years now, and the experience of holding a new cock was amazing and quite arousing. But this one, this one was special, and the glazed look on her eyes showed it. Not only was it the thickest she had ever held and he was easily a couple inches longer than her husband's, it was what was at the tip that made it special. His piercings. Not one, but multiples. Through the head of his cock, he wore a thick ring. He said this was a 'Prince Albert', she didn't care what it was called, she just couldn't wait to feel that steel ring rubbing the walls of her pussy. But the jewelry didn't stop there, below the twitching silver ring that crowned this Prince of Cocks, were 4 more piercings. Each ran horizontally to his shaft, and each was filled with a barbell style post, with large, silver balls at each end. They progressed in length and size with the smallest being at the top, and the largest and thickest stud being near the base. Her hand slowly ran up and down the length of this tower of flesh and steel. Feeling the contours of his both what was his hardened flesh, and what was hardened steel. "And you'll keep them in, right? When you fuck me?" She seemed to be entranced with what she was seeing; maybe it was that she had never seen anything like it in person. Noses, nipples and navels were common to almost being passé, but she had never seen anything like this, at least not held it in her hand, or maybe she was just amazing this moment finally was here. Either way, she was speechless, sitting there absent-mindedly stroking her furry box, as she stared at his throbbing hard-on, slowly running her hand up and down it's turgid length. "Uhh huh", he answered as he looked down at her and stroked her cheek, "that's what you want right? For me to fuck you?" She murmured a yes as he guided her face closer to the object she held on to. Soon she close enough and she began to rub that steel studded fuck rod across her cheek, feeling the soft, sponginess of his head in contrast with the metal ring running through it. "Yea?" He asked, "that is what you want isn't it, to feel this cock deep inside you. Filling up that tight little pussy. That poor little, neglected cunt of yours." He was teasing her now, no longer asking a question, simply stating a fact. She wanted that cock inside her and he knew it. "Say it." "Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me. Here. Now." And with that, she laid back and opened her legs wide. "Fuck me." Climbing up on the bed and settling himself between her legs, he readied himself and placed the throbbing head of his raging hard-on up against her eager, dripping, hairy, pink lips. After so long of them texting and talking back and forth, flirting with each other at any chance, he was finally at her gates. Her eyes were closed as she held onto her knees, keeping her long legs held open wide for her new lover. Her lips were moving but he could barely hear her whispering a repeated, "fuck me fuck mefuckmefuckme....," as he dragged his cock up and down the length of her pussy lips, coating both her entrance and the head of his cock with her slippery wetness. With one hand on her shoulder, and the other aiming his steely dick at her fleshy hole, he slid into her with one, long, slow push. Her eyes growing wider as he eased himself deeper and deeper into her furry valley, so desperately wanting just to slam into her all at once, but enjoying every new inch as it slips inside her hot, wet folds. Their eyes locked together as she let go of her ankles and held on to his ass, keeping him firmly planted where he was. "Don't move," she breathed, as he felt her inner muscles contract and release, slowly getting used to this new intruder. "Oh shit....honey. THAT is a fucking lot of cock! Damn, that's it.....go 'head baby, fuck me, and let me feel that beast sliding in and out..." He slowly began to withdraw, the studs along his shaft rubbing along her pussy walls and popping past her tight lips as they slid out giving her sensations she had never imagined. In all their talks, she always wondered how getting fucked by a steel enhanced dick would feel, and now she knew, she knew her husband's thin, short, unpierced, little dick could never get her off as good as this one was about to. She egged him on, begging to feel him deeper, begging to feel his superior weight slamming into her. "That is SO! DAMN! GOOD!" She was practically shouting with each thrust of his hips. His thick cock filling her up more than she had ever been in her life. "Such....a.....big.....fucking.... beautiful cock!!!! I have never felt like this before!! Fuck me....fuck me honey....damn...I need this cock; I want to be your bitch. I want this cock in every fucking hole...I want to be your whore. I'll do whatever you want.....anything thing you want....just please, let me show you how nasty I can be for you....." This was the girl he knew, this foul mouthed, self professed Bitch, she was a cock lover and she fucking didn't have a problem saying it. Her foul mouth spurred him on; he thrust deep and hard into her wet snatch, pushing in and holding, rotating his hips while he was balls deep in her cunt. His motions were causing his dick to hit every angle he could, his steel rings and studs rubbing areas inside her she had never known to exist. Grunting with each pelvic thrust, he egged her on, "Uh! You like that? You like my thick cock do you? Tell me! Tell me you fucking love it!" "Oh, I do!" She moaned back, "I do I do I do... I love your cock...so.....so....fucking much." He pushed himself up so he could look at her body as he fucked her. Her brown skin quivered beneath him, in sharp contrast to the pale sheets, not to mention his own white complexion. Each driving thrust of his hips caused her body to shake and jiggle; her breasts were large and bounced wildly as she was impaled by his driving cock again and again. Her nipples were thick and distended the result of breast feeding. He had never seen a mother's breasts and what her husband had grown tired of was a fresh new and exciting sight to him. He lowered his head and took one in his mouth, sucking it deep between his lips and flicking at it with his tongue, before holding the rubbery flesh between his teeth and slowly lifting his head. "Oh....shit yes...." She moaned louder as he held her nipple in his teeth as he rammed his cock inside her, causing her large breast to shake and pull against his bite. "I love it...bite my titties....bite 'em....do it...treat me rough.....fuck me like the whore I am...." He released her breast and it slapped down hard, "hard huh?" He grunted at her, "You want it hard huh? You want me to fuck you like a whore huh? Rub that cunt!" He grabbed her hand and spit on it before roughly shoving it between her legs. "Finger that clit of yours while I fuck you. I want to look onto your eyes when you cum." And with that he pulled her legs up, flipping them over his shoulders and put his weight fully into her. He could hear the wind being knocked out of her as he held her, practically bent in half with her knees near her ears as he continued his thrusting. "Keep rubbing that cunt!" He scolded. "Oh damn," she gasped. "Hard....to breath...." And with that he quickened his pace, fucking her harder and harder. Literally fucking the breath right out of her. "Can't breathe...." She gasped again.but he could feel her fingers between them, still working, moving faster. He knew she was getting close to another orgasm. He would pull up, releasing the pressure on her chest allowing her to take a breath, but when he slammed down, she was forced to exhale, all this breath play was beginning to make her light headed. Just how he wanted her. Combined with his steel-studded prick thrusting inside, stimulating her pussy like never before, her fingers rubbing her clit and the intensity of having sex with a man not her husband in her own bed, her blood was almost boiling. Then she said the words he was working for, "I'm...I'm going to cum...." He quickened his pace, "...yea? You gonna cum for me? Cum for your new fuck-toy?" He loved every second of this. Her legs high over his shoulders, her big tits bouncing and jiggling as he trust inside her. Her moaning and grabbing at him, obviously loving his cock, and only too happy to show her appreciation to getting a good dick. He was lavishing attention on her like she hadn't had in years, and she was going to make sure he remembered her cunt. She could be a real whore when she wanted to, although her husband never seemed to appreciate that gift. He did though, so she was giving it to in full. "Yes," she grunted. "Yes....yes! Fuck me like I need it! Fill my fucking cunt with your big fucking dick! Yes!" She exclaimed with every trust. Each time his thick cock pushed in deep, each time his smooth balls crushed against her hairy backdoor, every time their hips slammed together, she grunted, "YES!" Her fingers were circling her clit like crazy as he brought her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, She was feeling things she had never felt, the ring, the studs, the round steel balls rubbing against her tight walls, stimulating areas never before touched, rubbing her in ways she would never forget. Not to mention his girth and length being so much more than she was accustomed to, her sweet little pussy was getting a fucking it had been needing so badly. "I'm....I'm...oh fuck...here it isss!" And with that her body tensed up, her legs clamped around him and her hands flew to his face. Her eyes locked with his as she held him, her body tensing and relaxing as waves of pleasure ran through her and she surrendered to having her first real orgasm in a long time. Even when her husband put in the work to get her off for real, it was never like this. Her genuinely loosing control drove him wild, as she franticaly writhed beneath him, he drove into her with new vigor, as he felt he pink pussy spasm around his dick, and he felt something new. A wetness he had never known. Was she squirting? He had never been with one who had, all he knew was she was she was cumming so hard, he felt a wetness flooding between them as he pussy convulsed around him. The sound of their bodies slapping together took on a new, sloppy sound. It was too much for him; he drove into her one last time and cried out, "Oh fuck!" As he also was overcome with orgasm. His prick pulsated as it shot a thick load of cum deep in to her now sloppy cunt. His balls tingled as they released their creamy white cum. He felt her wetness between them, spreading down his legs, he was sure some of what was leaking out of her snatch was his, but not much. "....hold still...." She whispered as her hips bucked against him, pushing his member deeper inside her, grinding herself against his slowly weakening staff. "Ohhh...Ohhh...OOHH!!" She cried out as the last wave pulsed through her, her pink pussy gripped and released his dick like a furry fist. She held him in close and his eyes bored into hers. He saw the little flecks of green amongst her brown irises, almost flicker as her eyes widened and stared into his. Her cheeks were flushed and had bright pink hue to them as she felt the last little trickles of her cumming wash over her body. "Holy. Fucking. Shit. That was the best orgasm I had had in a long, long time. Damn honey. You are amazing." He stayed like that for as long as he could. Her legs now hung loosely around him, his hips still pressed against hers, keeping his softening dick inside her as long as possible. They looked into each other's eyes between kisses. It wasn't long before his prick had shrunk enough to be expelled from her dripping snatch with a wet 'plop', followed by wet glob, presumably of some of the cream he deposited into her leaking out. "I hope you're not done yet..." She smiled. "Not by a long shot," he smiled and leaned in close to kiss her. As their tongues swirled together, he reached between them and began to finger her sloppy, wet, fuck hole. His fingers easily slid inside her and made lewd squishing noises as he finger fucked her, scooping out his cream and covering her hairy crotch with his sticky load. Paying special attention to her tight little rosebud he intended to assault next. "There is still so much I want to do." He smiled wickedly as he slipped a cum slicked finger up her tight bung. "Ohhh fuck yeah, honey," Dee moaned as she wiggled at little, letting the new intruder slide a little further inside her dark entrance, "that is exactly what I hoped to hear. Why don't you lay back, let momma take control while you relax a bit," she slid her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his slick and now almost completely limp dick. "Looks like you could use a little re-energizing huh? To tell the truth, I have thought long and hard about sucking your cock. You have no idea how many times I'd be sucking my husband off and wonder what it would like to have my mouth just FILLED with dick..." She knew how turned on Mike got hearing her talk dirty, and combined with her hand sliding up and down his shaft, he was slowly starting to stir. "What do you say? You want me to suck your dick?" She said this with a little lilt in her voice and a raise of her eyebrow. Making it sound both innocent and dirty at the same time. "Oh hell yeah..." He said and was already rolling over and trying to find the best position for them to continue to play in. "Yeah? You going to put that dick of yours in my face? Make me lick it all clean? Damn baby, you're half hard already just from me stroking you. Maybe you don't need my lips around it after all...." "Fuck that!" He replied, almost panicking. "Suck my cock!" He was almost pleading, "I have got to feel your mouth on me, after hearing to talk so much about it, I have been dying to get a blow job from you." "Yeah?" She continued to tease. Her lips leaving small soft kisses on his chin, his neck, his chest, as she slowly descended towards his meat. "You want me to suck you huh? You want me to be a nasty little whore and suck another man's dick in my marital bed? The same bed my husband fucks me in? Does that turn you on?" He could barely speak, only able to moan a reply as her mouth got close enough to his cock to feel her breath against it. "I have been waiting for this..." And then he felt it, her tongue at the base of his dick. She began to slowly, deliberately, lick his shaft like a damn ice cream cone. Long, flat strokes of her tongue, almost cat-like as she cleaned any remaining residue of his and her cum off his now fully erect cock. She stroked it up and down while she lowered her mouth and took one of his heavy, shaved balls into her mouth and moaned loudly on it. "....mmmmmm......" She pulled away and his nut came away from her lips with a loud "POP!" Causing him to wince a little in pain. "Oh I'm Sorry," she pouted, "just got carried away. You want me to stop?" She had known she was driving him crazy. He replied by reaching down between his legs and holding on to the back of her head and pushing her face back into his balls. He spread his legs wide and lifted his knees. "Hell no, you ain't stopping," he paused, "....whore..." At the sound of that word she responded so well and began licking his scrotum with new passion. He knew she liked to called names, but he was still not entirely used to it. He held the back of her head and rubbed it back and forth between his legs. "You like that, don't you? You like having my balls in your face don't you, you little whore!?" She mumbled a reply he could not quite make out.... "I'll take that as a yes. Let me feel that tongue again...." He kept her head pushed down and could feel her tongue slide over his smooth balls. Running over them, taking them into her mouth and sucking them. She had never liked licking balls before, but his were the first smooth ones she had ever encountered. Testicles were to her, usually covered in wiry hair, and always seemed to have a slight foulness to them. But not these, there were perfectly smooth, much larger that the little ones she had to fondle and feel bumped against her as his short dick bottomed out too soon in her needy cunt. These felt heavy as they rolled over her tongue, warm as she slid them into her mouth. And the only smell they had was of her own pussy juice they had recently been smeared with. "You're not used to smooth nuts are ya?" He chided her. She could only mutter a muffled sound he took to be a 'no'. "You like 'em?" He asked. Again, she couldn't reply, but she nodded her head vigorously. "Well then, here's something else new for ya..." And with that, he pushed her head even lower, forcing her mouth to make contact with his equally smooth anus. Here was the test. Dee had told him before that her husband refused any butt play, saying 'that kind of shit's for queers...' Yet he would on occasion, ride her Hershey highway if the mood struck him. What would she do? Their First Time... This story is my first ever attempt at writing something of an erotic nature. I was encouraged to post it by a friend of mine so I hope you enjoy it! It's been written for someone I have been friends with for years and reflects how I hope our first real life meeting would go, should it ever come to pass. No names are included, so feel free to pretend this is you and someone you are meeting for the first time as you read it xx ******* FINALLY. The day I get to meet you face to face has arrived. I'm waiting by the arrivals gate, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through my body. You'd think that after four years of us talking that I wouldn't feel nervous, so I'm determined to try and bury the feeling before you land. Your flight has been delayed by 2 hours though, which hasn't improved matters. People-watching only distracted me from my feelings for so long! I get up from the seat and walk over to the board, needing an excuse to stretch my legs, and I can see that at long last the plane has landed. Now I just have to wait for you to come through the gate so that I can show you my world. Or more precisely, LONDON BABY! The thought makes me smile for a split second before the nervousness returns. I pace up and down until you appear. I don't know whether to just say hi, give you a hug, a kiss on the cheek or what. I take a step closer to you and you solve the problem by dropping your bag and wrapping your arms around me. I look up at the exact moment that you look down, and I swear that your eyes are a reflection of my own, because they show shyness and insecurity too. I hug you back briefly, and then step back a little. I need a while to try and curb this damn shyness, and in any case if we don't hurry we will miss our train. I grab your hand and together we walk towards the tube station. I keep stealing glances at you when I think you're not looking at me, and we talk about your flight over here. Your thumb starts tracing a light circle on my hand, making me smile. Maybe, just maybe, I'm going to overcome this! I already have our tickets for the train, so we head through the barriers and worm our way through the crowds gathered on the platform. The train is going to be packed - there must have been several flights that landed at the same time. Inwardly I sigh, knowing that we could very well end up having to miss this train. When I tell you, your response is "oh hell no" and you start pushing towards the front, dragging me with you, while I shoot embarrassed "sorry about this, he's not used to English ways!" type looks at those we pass. We barely make it onto the train, we're crammed up against the doors at the very end of a carriage. You wrap your arms around me protectively to stop me from losing my balance as the train bumps its way underground. For a moment, we're thrust into darkness as the lights go out, and when they come back on again you're kissing the back of my neck, just behind my right ear. Just a light little kiss, a promise of more to come, yet it's all I can do to keep standing. I have no idea how you found my most sensitive spot so fast, and in the dark too! I lean back into you and I can tell that the train's jolting and our closeness is having quite an effect on you too. I motion for you to bend forwards a little so that I can whisper into your ear. I tell you that we're going to be getting off in a moment, and that we can either get another train or we can take a walk through Hyde Park. You opt for the train, so we slowly make our way to another platform while people rush past us, in a hurry to get home after yet another day stuck behind their desks in a hot office. It seems like we're the only people not rushing, so I tell you to stand behind me on the escalator and keep to the right so that we don't block anyone. With a wry smile I say welcome to London, this is your first rule! Never ever stop people from getting to their trains! I follow up with a small wink. We get onto the right train, and it's much less crowded than the first. There's even a seat or two free, but we're not going far so I tell you not to bother sitting down. Again, you pull me in front of you as you lean against the perspex partition and wrap your arms around me. My confidence is growing, this is my turf and the place where I am happiest to be me, so I lean back and give a tiny wriggle of my hips. Anyone watching us wouldn't have noticed, but I can feel that you most definitely have. You tense up, just for a moment, as if you can't believe what I just did, before pushing against me, letting me know that you like that. I turn in your arms and look up at you. Instantly your lips are on mine, gently at first, barely brushing against my skin, but a jolt from the train makes me stumble ever so slightly forward, pressing our lips together with more force. My eyes close as our kiss intensifies. I feel your lips open, your tongue probing gently and I open my mouth in response. The tips of our tongues meet and tentatively I open my eyes, wanting to see if you close yours when kissing, yet not wanting to be caught staring at you. I look up to find your eyes gazing into mine. Immediately I blush, embarrassed to have been caught looking at you. I close them again quickly, but not before I see a smile has lit up your face. A passenger bumps into us while trying to get to the door, forcing us to break the kiss, and with a start I realise that this is our stop too. We grab our bags and just make it off the train in time before the doors close. I go to follow the crowd off the platform, but you take my hand and pull me back. As I give you a puzzled look you give me a fierce kiss, pushing me back against the wall and leaning your body into mine. I can feel how hard you are, and your kiss leaves me in no doubt about what will happen the moment we are alone. In reality just a few moments pass, but to us, locked into our own world, the kiss seems to go on and on. Your lips are crushed against mine, our tongues dancing, your hands in my hair. I blush again, but this time it is purely the passion of the moment turning me red. Slowly, the sounds of others around us filter into our awareness, and reluctantly we pick up our bags and head for the exit. You take my hand, just so that you can feel my skin on yours, and you're relieved that you don't have to find your own way to the hotel because all you can think about is continuing where we left off. At the hotel, the clerk seems to be extremely slow, taking forever to tap a few details into her computer. When she asks to see your passport and then disappears into a back room, I want to scream at her in frustration. All I want is to be alone with you, finally. At long last, she hands us our key card and directs us to our room. I almost snatch it from her, and I see you trying not to laugh at my action. As soon as we leave the reception area, I exhale a large breath that I wasn't aware I had been holding and start complaining about the receptionist as we head down the corridor and look for our room. I break off from my rant as we find our door, suddenly nervous again. I fumble with the key card, and end up dropping it. We both bend down to pick it up, and our fingers brush against each others, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Grabbing the card, I straighten up, and I feel you stand again just behind me as I open the door. I step inside and drop my bag, then move aside to let you enter too. As soon as the door closes behind you with a bit of a slam, you close the small distance between us and you take my face in your hands, gently tipping it up so that you can give me a small, but still passionate, kiss. Your eyes bore into mine, as if you are trying to convey a message to me through sight alone. The intensity of your gaze leaves my senses reeling, and I have to tear my eyes away from yours. I don't know if it's nerves, shyness, or something else entirely, but I look down, trying to hide my eyes from you, and mutter that I will be right back. I step towards the en suite but you grab hold of my hand and don't let go until I finally look up at you. I see concern has now entered your gaze, and hurry to reassure you that I am ok, I just need a moment. I hope that you haven't seen the confusion in my eyes, and go into the bathroom. As soon as the door closes behind me I look into the mirror and search my own eyes for the answers to the turmoil. I'm so lost in thought that I don't hear you open the door and come in. You gently turn me around and whisper in my ear "don't over think this" before claiming my mouth with your own. This time, your kiss tells me that you are in charge, that I am going to have to surrender to your ministrations. I close my eyes in defeat, but also happy in the knowledge that I can relax and enjoy what is to come. You lead me out of the bathroom and over towards the bed. Sitting down, you tap the space next to you. As I sit down in the spot you just indicated, your hand moves into my hair and you again claim my mouth. Slowly, you run your hands through my hair and down the back of my neck, and my body rewards you with a slight tremor. My mouth opens slightly wider as I sigh, so you deepen the kiss, and as you do so you slowly push me backwards. My hand reaches up to you, my fingers tangling in your hair, not allowing you to break the kiss, so you move a hand down my body and begin to unbutton my shirt. As you do so, your fingers lighty brush against my breast, eliciting another sigh from me. One by one, you undo all the buttons, taking what seems to feel like an age to me, yet is probably more like a few seconds. You pull away from me, just a few inches so that you can take in the view. A look of wonder enters your eyes, and you tell me to turn over, your voice slightly deeper than normal. You unhook my bra, and begin to massage my back, working your way up my spine to my shoulders, where you gently slide my bra straps down. You bend down, and trail light kisses on the top of my shoulder where my strap was a moment ago, kisses that are so light that I'm almost doubting that your lips touched my skin. You kiss my neck, again finding my most sensitive spot, and you linger there, whilst you run your hands down my side, brushing against the side of my breasts. I moan softly, and you take that as an invitation to flip me onto my back so that you can caress them more. You hesitantly reach out and take one in your hand, in awe that you can finally touch what you have seen but a handful of times before. Your thumb circles my nipple a couple of times before you feel the overwhelming urge to take it into your mouth. As you do so, you gently pinch and tug on my other nipple. I groan, and arch my back, thrusting my chest upwards, telling you that I very much enjoy your touch. You move a hand lower, until you reach my waistband. Without realising what I am doing, I thrust my hips up towards you, desperate to feel your touch, desperate to finally have you bring me to an orgasm. You decide to tease me a little, and run your fingers along my waistband, before you undo my trousers and slide them off me. Realising that you are still fully clothed, I sit up and slide my hands up under your shirt, running them across your chest whilst slowly lifting it up until finally I lift it over your head and toss it to the side. I kiss you, shyly, whilst I run my hands back down and unzip your fly and undo the button at the top. I reach into your pants, taking you in my hand and I shudder, thinking about how you will feel when you are, at long last, inside me. You let out a groan, and push me back onto the bed again so that you can remove both of our trousers. As you remove mine, you also remove my panties. I'm lying there, legs slightly spread, naked, yours for the taking now. Your eyes are drawn to how wet I am, they are glazed over with lust. I'm fairly certain that my own eyes are just as glazed at this point, so I remind you teasingly that you still have your underwear on. With a smile, you take it off, and my hand instantly wraps around you. I can feel a small drop of pre cum on the head, so I lower my mouth and lick it off, keeping my gaze on you as I do so. I feel slightly wanton, like I can do anything, so I reach out and take hold of you again, and gently tug so that you are forced to lie on top of me. I kiss you deeply, again tangling my fingers into your hair, and as I do so I lift my hips up to you. I am so wet that you practically slide into me, so you give a small thrust of your hips. I can feel myself being stretched, feel more than I have ever felt before. I pause in my movements, allowing myself to get used to this feeling, before I begin to move beneath you. Slowly, we find our rhythm. Our eyes never leave each other, both of us staring with a mix of wonder, lust, fulfilment, until I find that I am forced to close my eyes as the feelings overtake me. I can feel that I am on the edge, about to orgasm. My body begins to tremble, I want to last until you are ready to come too, but I'm not sure I can. I increase my pace, hoping that I can bring you closer to the edge as well. You groan in response, and I can feel your muscles tensing. I let out a groan of my own as I feel you thrust that little bit deeper, I am so so close and I know that just one or two more thrusts like that will make me come. Before I lose all rational thought I open my eyes and say "come for me Sweetheart" Your breathing hitches, and I know you are going to come, so I give in to my body's demands and let my orgasm take control of my body, just as I feel you come inside me. Together, we let the tremors take us, holding each other close until we stop shaking. You kiss me again, tenderly, and say "I love you". I smile and reply "welcome to London baby".