9 comments/ 40544 views/ 11 favorites Marshall By: DeclanWhindam I waved down the waiter as I finished off my glass of wine. I asked for the check and scanned the room while I waited. The hotel restaurant looked bigger this early in the evening when it was relatively empty. Besides myself there were two other patrons, both male. One looked to be in his late forties. The man at the bar looked to be my age or younger. And he definitely caught my eye. He was about six feet tall with short black hair and a firm tanned body. His suit looked expensive and it fitted his slim figure like a dream. He didn't seem to be aware of my existence, which was just as well. I don't usually meet too many guys on the road and after three years with the company, I'd given up my extravagant dreams of having a wild global sex life. At 27, I stand just over six feet tall with a swimmer's build. My business suits aren't too flashy but I have them custom tailored. My copper colored hair is always unkempt but somehow it works. My eyes are bright green and they tend to pop out at people. When I paid my bill I got up and got on the elevator to go up to my room. Just before the doors closed a hand shot through the gap to hold the lift. The man from the bar quietly boarded and gave me a polite nod of greeting. He reached for the panel but saw that I'd already pressed the button for his floor. "Fourteen?" he asked in a calm tone. I nodded and waited for the box to jolt to life. We got to our floor without any other stops and we both stepped out and headed in the same direction. "You know I might think you were following me," he joked. His voice was warm but with an edge. The sound of it excited me, but I kept my cool. "I got on the lift first remember? For all I know you could be following me." I replied in the same joking tone. He glanced sideways and looked me over. I thought he was checking me out but he didn't do or say anything else. Finally we both approached the end of the hallway and turned to our left. He reached for the doorknob next to mine. We both laughed. "Well if we're going to be neighbors we might as well know each other's name. I'm Marshall." He extended his hand to me and I took it in a firm shake. "Declan. Nice to meet you." "Likewise," he said. "Well, maybe I'll see you around." We both slid our cards into the doors and went into our rooms. Immediately my breathing increased as I untied my tie and sat on the edge of the bed. Was Marshall coming on to me? God I can't even tell anymore. I hadn't had a relationship or any contact beyond a booty call or a hook up at the club back home in so long, I forgot what it was like to have a crush on a man whose orientation you didn't know. I kicked off my shoes and hung my shirt and pants in the closet, lounging back on the bed in nothing but my bright blue and red briefs. I sat against the headboard and crossed my legs, savoring the feeling of the tight underwear against my cock. It started to stiffen up and I ran my hand down my chest, shivering at the contact of my cool hand to my warm skin. I slid my hand down into the front of my boxers and squeezed my cock as I felt it grow some more in my fist. Slowly I stroked it with a tight grip until it was poking out the side of my undies. I pulled it out the hole in the front and the briefs barely expanded to let it all through. By now the feeling of the smooth material on my ass and hips had my dick full, red, and velvety. I stroked slowly as I rubbed my balls through my briefs. I reached down lower and started playing with my asshole through the thin material and my rhythm increased. I could feel the cum rising in my balls when someone knocked on my door. "Godddammit," I grumbled as I stuffed my iron hard member away and slid into some jeans, doing a dance when the rough material grazed across the head of the sensitive cock sticking out the leg of my briefs. I snapped the buttons shut as I reached to open the door. On the other side was Marshall, dressed more casually now in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt that showed off his modestly sized but very shaped muscles, as well as the green and red tribal tattoos on his arms. "Marshall, hey. I was just relaxing in here. What are you up to?" I asked, propping myself up on the doorway, letting my sculpted pecs and abs define themselves. Marshall's eyes lingered on my chest for a slight moment. "I was headed down to the sauna, thought you might want to join me. They're great stress killers." If there was any hint of tension in Marshall's voice he had it hidden under the cool visage he presented to me. The mixed signals were starting to irk me. But I did enjoy a good sauna session. And I did want a chance to see Marshall sans clothes, so I told him I'd be ready in just a minute. I invited him to step inside while I went around the corner to change. I made sure I was perfectly aligned with the mirror, so he could watch if he so chose, before popping the buttons on my jeans and bending over slowly to remove them. Then, just in my briefs, I stepped over to the bureau and opened the bottom drawer, taking out a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and slipping them on. "Do you need a towel?" I asked reaching for one and seeing he didn't bring one with him. Maybe that was intentional? "Nah they have plenty down there." He replied. I just nodded and left the towel. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe he was just a run-of-the-mill skirt chasing straight guy. Maybe my desire was inventing the looks I though I kept catching out of the corner of my eye. We got down to the pool facility and Marshall punched a code in to get into the sauna. Once inside he went over to the lockers and took off his shorts and tee shirt. I tried my best not to sneak glances over my shoulder as I did the same. I dropped my briefs and put them in the locker with my clothes, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist to hide my still partially engorged member. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Marshall in a pair of loose-ish black boxer briefs and my blood really started to pump. But instead of taking them off he grabbed a towel and went straight into the sauna. Slightly disheartened I followed him. In the room we sat on the wooden benches across from each other. Marshall spread his arms and legs and let his head dip back and his eyes close. He let out a sigh of contentment as my eyes took in the view. Now's as good a time as any, I thought. I'll make my move now and if he's not gay, then what have I lost? But the idea of him rejecting me froze me in my seat for the few moments it took for him to start talking. Over the next hour we got to know all the standard superficial facts about each other. Where are you from, what do you do, how often do you travel? As it turns out we both traveled almost non-stop for our jobs and it left no room for a real personal life. By the end of our talk we were both starting to prune and I'd lost all hope in having a fling with Marshall. My one condolence was that I'd finally get to see him naked, unless he was planning to shower with his damn boxers on. But when we stood up and exited the sauna he started putting his clothes back on. I was starting to think he was just weird; One of those people who never fully undresses. With a little more small talk we ended up back outside our doors, both heading to bed for the night. My cock was perpetually half swollen and I had no prospects other than myself to get off tonight. Maybe it just wasn't my night. I got inside and booted up my laptop to get a little work done then find some porn to put me to sleep. While it started up I went to the mini bar to pour myself a nightcap when I heard the same knock from earlier on my door. Dammit this was getting me confused. I opened the door and Marshall was standing there with a towel tossed over his shoulder and a sheepish grin on his face. "The hot water in my shower isn't working and I've just got to wash off before bed. I know it's weird, but do you think I could use yours?" he asked, almost timidly. I thought I saw a mischievous spark behind his eye but I chalked it up to imagining things again. "No problem," I said. Maybe I'll finally get to see that tight ass of yours, I added in my head. He thanked me and I led him inside, telling him that he could throw his clothes on the ironing board so they'd still be dry when he got out. He thanked me again and striped immodestly then ducked into the bathroom. When I heard the water start up my cock grew to its full seven inches again. This sexual roller coaster was killing me. I massaged the organ through my shorts but to no avail. It wasn't going anywhere. Thankfully my shorts were baggy enough and my briefs tight enough that I didn't have to worry too much when I heard the water shut off. My immediate plans after Marshall left involved getting in that shower myself and beating off furiously before bed. Marshall emerged in nothing but the towel, holding his boxers in his hand. Finally, he was actually naked under the towel. He thanked me again and gathered up his clothes and left for his room. I stripped off my shirt in a hurry and started to fumble with my shorts when, for the third time that night, I heard that knock. I opened the door again, frustrated but composed. Marshall was standing there in the towel with his clothes bundled in his hand. "Can I come in again? I locked my key in my room and I don't want someone to walk by and think I'm a streaker or a flasher." I laughed and showed him in again. "I'll call the front desk and make us some drinks while we wait. Whiskey and coke?" I asked. "That'd be great. I can't thank you enough Declan. I must seem like such a hassle." He said, sounding embarrassed, but once again, I thought I caught something in his voice. "It's not a problem at all. Anything you need, just ask." I said, silently adding a long list of services I would be happy to provide. "Actually, now that you mention it..." He held out his soggy boxers. "I don't really want to put these back on. If you had a pair I could wear I'd give you a few bucks for them. I mean..." "Hey, don't worry about it. I've got plenty of pairs. They're all briefs though. Is that okay?" I asked. "Not what I usually wear but who am I to turn down a helping hand?" I grabbed a pair of bright orange and green briefs that were still in the packaging. I tossed them to him and turned to mix our drinks and give him some privacy. Neither of us seemed to bring up that I hadn't called the desk yet. I turned back around with our drinks and Marshall was once again fully dressed in his shorts and shirt. I hadn't put my shirt back on. I handed him the drink and he took a big sip then made a face. "Well, it seems someone's trying to get me drunk," he laughed. I avoided the response I wanted to give. "Hey, if you can't drink like a man you should've told me first," I laughed back. He laughed again and sat in one of the chairs by the bar. "Man these things feel great. No wonder it's all you wear. I think you may have just converted me. And they're so stylish too!" he added on to the end, jokingly. "Yeah I really like the way they feel. When I'm alone they're all I wear around." I said, taking another big sip of my drink. "Hell, don't let me stop you. I'd hate to think of you putting yourself out on my expense." He said, sounding fairly serious. I took another big sip of my drink, letting the whiskey give me a little courage, and just went for it. "Okay," was all I said as I undid and dropped my shorts, kicking them off. I was now standing there, nearly hairless from the eyebrows down, in very good shape, in my bright red and blue underwear, with half a hard on. I swilled down the rest of my drink and saw Marshall's was almost empty too. "Care for another?" I asked. "Sure," he said, handing me his glass. I went over to pour the drinks. "Come here," I said when I was done pouring them. He got up and I grabbed the glasses, meeting him halfway. Without a word I quickly set the glasses on the table behind him and pulled him into a hot, sensual kiss. Immediately his body wrapped around mine as our chests, legs, and hardening cocks pressed against each other. His hands explored the muscles of my back as mine pulled his shirt over his head. He smelled clean, fresh. I buried my face into the base of his neck and inhaled, then kissed my way up to his lips again. Marshall had the softest cheeks and lips; kissing him was like kissing a Greek god. My hands ran up his muscled arms and around to his lower back. I began to massage his lower back, moving down to rubbing his ass through his shorts as his fingers played flirtingly all around the band of my briefs. My fingers made their way around to the front of Marshall's shorts as I undid them and slid down his chest, pulling them down as I went. I was now face-to-face with his brief-clad cock, bulging against the fabric and elastic. I licked up the shaft of it through the material, to the sensitive underside of his cock head. He shuddered visibly and pushed his crotch into my face. I lightly scraped around it with my teeth, letting my tongue go all over it. "I've got to say, Marshall. These briefs are a good look on you." I smiled coyly up at him. "And being down there looks reeeally good on you Declan." He moaned out. With that I hooked my fingers under the band of his briefs and pulled them down about two inches. The pressure caused his cock to spring free and hit me in the face. I grabbed it and dove down onto it, not trying to deep throat it yet, but trying to lick as much of the shaft and head as I could. Marshall was incoherent by now, his only sounds moans and grunts, depending on what I was doing. After only a few minutes of ravishing his loins, with my own cock poking out of the top of my undies, Marshall stopped me and guided me to my feet. He kissed me again, passionately, hands running all over my chest. The head of his cock rubbed against the under side of mine and I went weak at the knees. we walked to the bed, me going backwards until I was sitting on it, Marshall's cock directly level with my face. My god what a beautiful cock. At just under 8 inches long it was the perfect size for me to suck and ride. It was thicker than average, but still proportional. His head swelled perfectly away from his circumsized shaft and was currently pulsing a light purple color. A glistening drip of precum dribbled out the perfect slit and I leaned forward, extending and flattening my tongue. I scraped my tongue up the underside of his head, then up some more to flick the drop of nectar into my mouth. I grinned up at Marshall with a naughty grin and he pushed me down on the bed, falling on top of me. We were kissing with fire. Our warm bodies were writhing across each other as both of us experienced insane pleasure from our tonguing, nibbling, licking each other's neck and chest. His fingers wrapped into my briefs and he yanked them off, standing up in one motion. I lay there, my breath quivering like a young virgin, unable to move, mesmerized by this Adonis in front of me. He knelt down, propping my legs up on his shoulders, and started to give me the slowest, wettest, warmest blow job I'd ever gotten. When the head touched the back of his throat he started humming and my hips bucked. I held my cum back and gently pulled his head off a little bit. He licked around the shaft and head, lightly pumping me, and his teeth brushed across the whole underside of my cock. I jumped in ecstasy again but he moved on his own. Marshall continued his slow pumping as his tongue traced down the middle of my hairless ball sack. It dipped underneath them and continued downwards, tickling me a little but thrilling me ten times more. His tongue reached my asshole and instead of diving right in, he flattened his tongue out and slowly licked up it. I shivered. He did it again. And again. When his rhythm became steady he stuck his index finger in his mouth, tracing it slowly around my hole while he continued licking. He slowly but steadily pushed his finger in as his tongue pointed and began probing at the ring around the finger. I was writhing and moaning like a little cock whore now. And trust me, I was fully prepared to be Marshall's little cock whore tonight. When he had been playing with my hole for a few minutes I reached my limit. My ass muscles tightened around his finger and my body started shaking. I was moaning like a slut and started panting. Marshall came up from between my legs, looking a little frantic. "You didn't cum did you?" he asked, a little worried. "I'm not ready for you to come yet." "No, baby. Well yes and now. I had an orgasm, with my ass, but I didn't cum yet." He grinned wickedly and dove back down to my ass with a renewed fervor. "Marshall, I'm not a fucking virgin. I just want your cock right now." I growled, bestially but effeminate. He quickly slid up my chest, bringing my thighs with him, until the tip of his cock rested on my asshole and he was kissing me again. We continued making out as I gently grabbed his cock and guided it into me. It slid in in one smooth motion, lubricated by Marshall's spit and my anal orgasm. On the first thrust he buried it all the way to the hilt in my ass. I moaned in ecstasy and clenched my muscles around his cock. He moaned and started to fuck in and out slowly. I let him go easy for a minute or two while I adjusted, then grabbed that marble ass of his and started pounding him into me. We were both panting and moaning and screaming at times. I reached up to kiss and lick his chest. I took one of his nipples into my mouth and sucked and tongued it before biting down hard on it. He bucked especially hard a couple of times before swinging me over him as he rolled over. Looking down on him from the cowboy position, I was in complete control. I ground my ass all over his cock while I bounced up and down on it, squeezing my ass shut every time his cock was going out, then impaling myself when it went forward again. I pinched both of his nipples as I rode him and he slapped my ass, hard. I screamed in pleasure and he spanked me again. "Oh yes! Yes! Give it to me! I've been bad." I moaned, slapping my ass on his thighs as I bounced up and down. He huffed and puffed and slapped me again. I bent down to kiss him again and the new angle set off another anal orgasm. My ass muscles clenched shut tighter than ever and Marshall's cock exploded in my ass. Spurt after hot, thick, creamy shot fired into me as we both shook, quaked, moaned, groaned. When we came together it was like a tsunami of incredible light in my head. I slipped into darkness for a split second before the light filled everything, expanding, morphing. It was beautiful. The warmth started in my ass and spread to every inch of the universe. We lay there like that, me on top of him, for a few minutes, glistening, panting, feeling each other, kissing. When Marshall regained his strength he crawled down my body, taking my pulsing cock into his mouth. He sucked and moaned and licked and in seconds I was going to cum. I tried to pull him off but he just pulled himself back on tighter and I exploded in his mouth. My orgasm went on and on and Marshall swallowed once or twice before I finished. Finally he slurped the last drop off of my head and crawled back up me, mouth closed. He went in for a kiss and when our mouths parted, my cum flowed out of his mouth into mine. We shared that cum-filled kiss until all the cum was gone, then we laid together on the bed for almost twenty minutes, lightly brushing our fingers over each other, planting light kisses on each other. Finally Marshall got up and headed back into the shower. I followed him. We washed off in the hot water, regaining our strength. "So should we call the hotel about your key now?" I asked him, teasingly running a finger down his chest. He laughed. Marshall Dillon The Marshall looked down at his captive. The notorious Wild Rose, a red-headed temptress and prick teaser of men, stripped and handcuffed to the bed. ‘I told you to settle down, Wild Rose. Now you have forced me to strap you down, with your hands above your head, and each leg tied to the corners of the footboard. The punishment must fit the crime, and your lustful demons must be expelled.’ So for the crimes of mercilessly teasing men with her public flashing, her wanton ways, and the lustful look in her eyes, she was equally being teased to the brink of submission. ‘Now, we begin again.’ He began by cupping and squeezing her breast. Circling her already erect nipples with his fingertips. Moving to her other breast, he repeated the action. She could see the bulge of his thick cock in his pants as he stood beside her. Oh, how she wanted to reach out and touch it. To stroke it. To lick it. To engulf him with her mouth and taste him. ‘I know what you want, Torie Rose. And your not going to get it... at least, not yet.’ He moved his hand down her stomach, tickling her sides. She giggled, squirming against the restraints. Continuing down, he rubbed her pubic mound. From his earlier efforts, she was already wet and glistening, like morning dew on a crimson lawn. He rubbed a single finger up and down her slit. Taking his palm and rubbing in a circle on her pubic bone, just above her hooded clit. She continued to try to move her hips to meet his hand, but the restraints limited her movements. Her moans of frustration could be heard outside the jail. ‘Ha! See, there? That brazen wench is getting what she deserves,’ said the ‘Women of Moral Fortitude’ amongst themselves. With her legs spread open wide, he had easy access to all of her wanton charms. He used one hand to spread open her pussy lips. With the other, he coaxed her clit from under its hood. He coated his finger with her sticky juices, which by now were flowing freely. He placed his finger on her clit, applied just a little pressure, then lifted his finger off. ‘Mmmm’ was all she could say, her breathing now growing faster. Again, he continued to press her button. Each time, moving just a little faster. Tap......tap.....tap....tap...tap..tap..tap,tap,tap. Again she tried to move her hips, again she was denied. ‘Oh, gawwd!’ she panted. ‘Stop.....teasing......me!’ He stopped and removed his hand. ‘You want me to stop?’ ‘NO! Please, that’s not what I meant!’ She was afraid he might seriously stop. ‘Then what do you want?’ he asked as he slowly, lightly moved his finger around just outside of her opening. ‘Oh, god, you know what I want. I need to be filled! I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Marshall. Fuck me with you tongue. Fuck me with your fingers. Fuck me with that fat cock of yours, I don’t care. Just fuck me, please, do it now!’ ‘Like this?’ the Marshall asked, as he slid a finger up and into her hungry pussy. ‘Yess!’, she breathlessly replied. ‘How about like this?’ he asked, as he slid both middle fingers of his right hand into her. ‘Yesss!’ came the reply. As he impaled her on his fingers, he used his thumb to rub her clit. With his free hand, he massaged her breast and teased her nipple. She thrashed about on the bed. Even though her mind knew she couldn’t move, her body couldn’t stay still, unable to resist the symphony of lust this man was playing on her body. Faster and faster, he pumped his fingers into her. Again and again he hit the right spot inside her. ‘Yes, Marshall! Right there!’ she gasped. He removed his left hand from her breast and moved it to her clit, so he could penetrate her deeper with his right. ‘Oh, yeah. Right there. Just like that. Ohhhh! I’m so close. Don’t stop! Oh, God, please don’t stop! Oh, yes. Yesss! I....I....I’m gonna....cummm! Oh, Marshalll!!!!’ Her moans and cries of pleasure were heard by the crowd outside. They could see her body shudder and shake, quivering as she explodedin orgasm. The prim and proper ladies who wanted to see this wanton woman imprisoned, couldn’t help but touch their own breasts as their nickers became damp. Upstanding gentlemen in the community couldn’t stop their erections from making tents in their pants. The Marshall withdrew his fingers from her honey pot. His entire hand, as well as the sheets, was now soaked with her nectar. He licked some off as she lay there cooing in her bliss. She looked at him through half-open eyes and said ‘Please, Marshall, untie me now. I promise I’ll be good. I think I’ve learned my lesson.’ ‘Have you now?’ asked the Marshall. ‘But my dear, the lesson isn’t over.’ He placed his fingers, still wet with her juices, on the tip of her lips. She instinctively opened her mouth and let her tongue dart out. Like a baby bird taking food from its mother, she eagerly licked her own juices from his fingers. Closing her mouth around his fingers, she sucked them, wishing they were his hard cock. ‘Oh, yes, I see the lesson is far from over’, the Marshall said. Undoing the restraints, he sat her up in bed. She stared hungrily at the bulge in his pants. As he unbuckled, and let his pants fall to the floor, she sucked in her breath. ‘Oh, Marshall, what a beautiful prick you have. May I....’ ‘Yes, Torie Rose, you may,’ he said with a grin. She grasped his turgid tool in her small hands and began to lick it all over. Up and down, like an ice cream cone. She flicked her tongue over his balls, as she massaged his shaft. Then she took him into her mouth, and hungrily sucked. With her lips wrapped around his cock, and her fingernails tickling his sac, she looked up at him with lust filled eyes. He could hardly contain himself, and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. ‘Oh, yeah, Torie Rose. That feels incredible.’ he said through labored breath. Sensing that he was about to loose control, she quickened her tempo. She sucked hard on his head, while she jerked his shaft fast with one hand. With the other, she stopped tickling his balls, and reached back to tickle his back door. That was it. He grunted and came hard. ‘Ohh! Ohh! Ohh, yeah!’ As all the weeks of pent up frustrations of pursuing this naughty outlaw came flooding out. She looked at him with a smile and asked ‘Well, Marshall, is my lesson over?’ ‘At least for today it is.’ The onlookers outside were beside themselves with lust. Even the ‘Women for Moral Fortitude’ craved release. They all paired off to quickly run home and act out the events they just witnessed. Some of them couldn’t even wait that long. But that, as they say, is another story! Marshall "There's nothing in there I need tonight." He grinned and kissed me again. As he ran his hands down my back and started to massage my ass while kissing me, my cock started to stir again. I felt his starting to rise too and we both laughed through mischievous grins. He pecked at my lips, snatching the bottom one in his teeth for a tenth of a second and pulling. I grabbed his cock, hard this time, and laughed into his kiss. Looks like tonight's fun wasn't over yet... More to come if you guys want it ;) Declan Marsha's Ass Gets Her a Raise Ronald Stone, the lecherous office manager hired Marsha as a clerical employee, paying her much more than she was worth in hopes of enjoying some hot sex with her. This is detailed in “Marsha Works Overtime”. For eight weeks, Ronald Stone enjoyed sex with Marsha, eating her pussy and fucking her once or twice a week, always on company overtime. After the fourth week, when she was in her period, he persuaded her to suck him off and after that she sucked his cock frequently, either as foreplay or until he ejaculated into her mouth. “Marsha,” he said to her quietly, stopping at her desk early one morning about two months after she had started work. “I have to do an evaluation of your work here. It is required of all new hires after 60 days on the job. You are doing a really great job and there should be no problem but I will need you to stay overtime tonight to help me do it. We should be able to find something else for you to do after we finish the probation report.” He smiled at her when he said that. “Yes Mr. Stone,” she replied, smiling back. From the smile on Mr. Stone’s face, Marsha knew more or less what else he had in mind and she relished the prospect. She thought of her job as the best in the world; it paid quite well and the work was easy. The best part was the overtime work she got to do, which was always staying late and having some good, hot sex with the office manager. She loved the way he ate her pussy and fucked and she even liked sucking his cock. The first time, he had forced himself on her but she had a great time after she stopped resisting. Since then, Marsha was willing, even eager to stay late, for the additional money, of course, but also for the great sex they were sharing. She suspected that the reason she had been hired in the first place was because of her good looks and the office manager hoping for sex with her but that didn’t bother Marsha. She worked diligently and completed her assigned tasks, and believed she earned her salary, even if the overtime “work”, for which she was paid, was almost entirely sex. Marsha was not very bright, which was probably to her advantage, at least regarding her current employment. At 5:00 o’clock, she went to the ladies’ room to re-apply her lipstick and otherwise prepare herself, including taking off her panties and stuffing them into her purse. After everybody else had left, Marsha went back to the office, which was also empty except for Mr. Stone, or Ronald, as she called him during their after-hours meetings. He was waiting for her in his private office in the corner and he had removed his suit coat and tie. Marsha glanced at the sofa and smiled expectantly as she entered the office and sat across from her boss. “Hello, Marsha,” he said, also smiling expectantly. “Before we do anything else, I want to show you the draft of your probation report I have prepared. After I copy it onto the final form, I will sign it and turn it in. You will be a permanent employee, with added benefits and a ten percent raise. I see you like that idea,” he added referring to the smile that creased her face. The report was laudatory, showing Marsha to be outstanding in all aspects of her employment, which she was, at least in the most important one, although that one was not included on the report. “Thank you, Mr. Stone.” That concludes the work part of your overtime so call me Ronald now. Let’s get over to the sofa; I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” “So have I, Ronald.” Marsha was removing her blouse as she walked to the sofa, and her bra and skirt were taken off next, leaving her naked except for her stockings. Ronald happily noted that she had removed her panties earlier, in anticipation of what the two of them would be doing. He was glad to see she was so much into it because he wanted to introduce something new this evening. Marsha sat naked on the sofa and Ronald joined her, wearing only his pants. As usual, he started by licking her nipples, switching from one to the other and back. She enjoyed the attentions being paid to her and after a few minutes, her upper body was squirming on the sofa, offering her breasts to Ronald to be licked and nuzzled. And sucked. After a few minutes of licking, Ronald took one of the lovely globes in his mouth and started sucking on it. “Ooo, I love it when you do that,” Marsha murmured and juices started trickling from her pussy. Ronald enjoyed it too and he spent several minutes on either lovely breast. By the time he started licking his way down her belly, Marsha was murmuring her pleasure; her pussy was thoroughly wet and already fucking into the air. Ronald stood up and removed his pants after taking a package of condoms from the pocket. He also had a tube of KY Jelly and he set it and the condoms on the floor when he knelt in front of Marsha. She recognized the condoms and knew what they were for but she was not familiar with the jelly or its purpose. Marsha was not concerned about it however, because she knew what Ronald was about to do and eagerly slid forward to the edge of the sofa so her pussy would be even with his mouth. He ducked down; she lifted her legs over his shoulders and both were ready for one of the things they had been anticipating all day. Before he started eating Marsha’s pussy, Ronald opened the KY Jelly and coated the middle finger of his right hand. “Reach under yourself and spread the cheeks of your ass,” he told Marsha. She didn’t know what he had in mind but, so far, all their sex, every time she had worked overtime, had been highly pleasurable for her so she could see no reason not to comply. While she held her ass open, Ronald placed his lubricated finger on her ass and twisted it so the tip entered. “Oh,” she said in surprise. “Did that hurt?” “No, it just felt funny. What are you doing?” “You’ll see. Let me know how this feels.” Ronald slowly inserted his finger into Marsha’s ass, twisting it back and forth to avoid pinching any skin. When his finger was inside her up to his knuckle he asked, “How does that feel?” “Okay. Kind of funny but okay. It doesn’t hurt.” Ronald fucked his finger in and out of her ass a few times. “Oooo, I like that. It feels good,” she responded. He wrapped his left arm around Marsha’s thigh so his fingers were in her pubic hair and leaned forward to start doing one of the things he had been looking forward to all day. Ronald’s finger continued to go slowly in and out of Marsha’s ass, to her murmurs of enjoyment. This was the latest in a string of new and, so far, very pleasant experiences for her on the sofa in the office manager’s office. But, there was nothing new about the way Ronald started to eat her pussy. Over the last two months, he had learned where Marsha’s sweet spots are and, as he licked up one pair of lips, he caressed those spots with his tongue, enjoying the taste of her pussy and the way she fucked into his face. Like most men who like to eat pussy, a major part of his enjoyment is having the women react with pleasure, and that’s the way Marsha always reacted, especially that evening. “She’s unusually hot today,” he thought. “She seems to like my finger in her ass, and I hope she doesn’t balk too much when I want to put my cock there. I really don’t like to threaten her to get her to do things.” Marsha really was unusually hot that evening. Ever since she had been told about working overtime, she had been anticipating some good sex, and the anticipation had magnified her pleasure she was feeling. Now that the good sex was happening, the probing tongue on her pussy lips was sending shivers of delight through her body. The pleasure quickly mounted, causing involuntary reactions, her upper body writhing on the sofa and her pussy fucking up into the face of the man who was eating her so expertly. The finger fucking her ass was new, and Marsha could feel waves of pleasure from there too, joining those from her pussy as she was already building toward a climax. Her ass felt so good that she was hoping Ronald’s finger-fucking her there would become a regular part of their overtime sex. Ronald intended that it become at least a preliminary to an occasional part. After he licked all the way up one pair of Marsha’s pussy lips, Ronald feasted on the plentiful juices she was producing. They were as delicious as ever and he licked her other pair of lips the same way. Marsha was already moaning from the pleasure of what Ronald’s tongue was doing for her pussy and what his finger was doing for her ass, even before his tongue started caressing her clit. “This is really great,” Ronald thought, as he finished licking the second pair of Marsha’s pussy lips. “If I draw this out for a long time and she really cums bigtime, she’ll be less likely to object when I want to fuck her ass. So, let’s take a long time before I start on her clit. Not to mention, this is a lot of fun anyhow.” For about the thousandth time, he was glad that Marsha had come there looking for a job. After again licking up all the juices from her pussy, he started caressing her clit hood with his tongue. The pleasure continued to wash over Marsha’s body, emanating from her pussy and ass and saturating her in waves of joy. Her body thrashed around on the sofa while her hips swiveled under Ronald’s face, thrusting her legs out over his shoulders. By that time, her moans were mostly no more than whimpers. Marsha continued fucking her pussy up into the face of the man who was giving her so much pleasure, giving him pleasure in exchange, as well as giving him a steady stream of her delicious juices. For a long time, Ronald expertly licked all around Marsha’s precious clit, keeping her on the verge of cumming until he finally decided the time was right. Her precious love toy was so swollen it had pushed its way completely free of her clit hood, so Ronald’s tongue easily reached all parts. His tongue swirled around the sides and the top, caressing Marsha where she so badly needed to be caressed until a massive wave of pleasure crashed out from her ass and her clit, driving her over the edge. She cried, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” and started cumming. Her hands pressed on the back of his head and her thighs squeezed Ronald’s temples while her hips continued to swivel, jerking him around like a toy. Marsha was immensely enjoying cumming and Ronald was too, keeping his tongue busy on her clit and his finger deep in her ass. Because of the way her muscles had clenched, he could no longer fuck it in and out of her but the presence of it continued giving her pleasure. After several minutes of violently pitching and thrashing on the sofa while she was cumming, Marsha climaxed, her whole body giving a great spasm. After her tremendous orgasm, Marsha completely relaxed, her hands and her legs releasing Ronald’s head and her pussy gushing out fresh juices, which Ronald licked up enthusiastically. Because he intended to fuck Marsha’s ass using KY Jelly, he had no need to leave any lubrication in her pussy, so he was free to devour it all, which he did with gusto, after pulling his finger free from her ass. While Marsha was recovering her strength, Ronald removed his boxer shorts and wiped off the finger that had been in her ass. Then he put on his condom and coated his cock in the KY Jelly. When Marsha was ready, she moved over to lie on her back on the sofa expecting to be fucked in her pussy. “Not this time,” Ronald told her. “Kneel on the floor leaning against the sofa.” Marsha had fucked doggy style before with boy friends and she anticipated that was what they were about to start doing. Although the missionary position was her preference, she had no objection to what she thought was going to happen. “Take hold of the cheeks of your ass and spread them,” was Ronald’s next instruction. Marsha did as she was told, still expecting to fuck using the doggy position. She soon learned otherwise. “What are you doing,” Marsha asked as she felt fingers touching her ass, seeming to apply something greasy. “That’s my fanny.” She released her ass cheeks, no longer being cooperative. There was already some of the lubricant left from the finger that had been there earlier but Ronald believed more would be needed and he quickly added it. “Don’t worry, Marsha. You’ll like this,” he assured her. “You liked my finger, didn’t you? This will feel even better.” “Will it hurt? Isn’t your thing too big?” “No, Marsha, it’s not too big. It will hurt, just a little at first but then it will feel good, even better than my finger did. You ought to know by now that I’ll never ask you to do anything that isn’t fun for you too.” Marsha thought about that. So far, everything had been fun but this was a big change and she really liked the more conventional way. “Can’t we just do what we usually do?” Ronald’s voice became much sterner. “Tonight, I want to do it this way. You know, Marsha, I haven’t signed the probation report making you a permanent employee yet and giving you a raise. I want to sign it but I won’t if you can’t follow orders. I’m telling you now to take hold of your ass and spread yourself open.” That ended Marsha’s reluctance and she became cooperative again. Marsha didn’t really think anything bad would happen to her and she had liked his finger in her ass earlier. She also liked the idea of being a permanent employee and getting a raise so she reached back and allowed her boss to finish greasing her up for what he wanted to do. “That’s better,” he said and finished lubricating Marsha’s ass. “Like I said, you might feel a dull pain at first, but that will pass and everything should feel good. Let me know if you feel a sharp pain though because that will mean something is wrong and I will stop.” While Marsha held her ass cheeks open, Ronald reached in with his fingers and opened her sphincter. His other hand guided his cock toward the waiting hole. With the tip pressed against Marsha’s ass, he gave a short, firm thrust and the head of his cock wedged its way through the tight, greasy opening. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Did that hurt? Does it feel okay?” “Just at first. Just a little, like you said it would but it feels okay now.” “Good. Leave your hands where they are and keep yourself pulled open.” He let go of his cock and used the fingers of both hands to keep her sphincter pulled open. With another firm thrust, another inch of cock entered Marsha’s virginal ass. “How does that feel? Let me know if it hurts.” “It doesn’t hurt. It did a little, just at first, but now it is starting to feel good.” Ronald smiled at that. It felt good to him too and he expected it to feel much better to both of them before they were through. He gave another thrust and two more inches of his cock was inside Marsha’s ass. “Oooo, that feels nice,” she murmured. “It doesn’t hurt at all; it just feels good and it keeps feeling better. I like it.” Marsha’s hands pulled her ass cheeks slightly more apart, urging Ronald to continue to enter her. He didn’t need any urging. Ronald’s fingers still stretched open Marsha’s sphincter and he continued to move his cock in and out, going slightly deeper with each thrust. As he went deeper, Marsha expressed her enjoyment, holding her ass cheeks open to increase the pleasure for herself and for him. After many strokes, bringing murmurs of joy from Marsha and sighs of pleasure from Ronald, his cock was completely imbedded in her ass. This was the first time she had ever had a cock in her ass and the tightness that squeezed the entire length of his shaft brought immense pleasure to Ronald. Very slowly, he drew back from her, preparing to stroke forward again. “Ronald, that feels so good. I’ve never felt anything like that before. What do you want me to do?” “Just relax and enjoy it. Let me know if it hurts.” After he had drawn his cock most of the way out, Ronald applied more lubricant to his cock and to the edges of Marsha’s ass, noting happily how stretched her puckered hole was. With the additional jelly in place, he stroked his cock back into her. “Ahhhhhhh” Marsha crooned as she felt his cock surging back into her ass. “I love the way that feels. I can’t believe it could feel so good.” She believed it more and more as Ronald slowly plunged his cock in and out of her ass, every stroke feeling better than the last one. She was still tight but, as the jelly liquefied, his cock moved more easily inside her, sending pleasure all through her body with every movement. “Ronald, I love what you’re doing,” she enthused. “It keeps feeling better and better every time you do that.” “It can feel even better, Marsha. Push back to meet me when I drive my cock into you.” Ronald had his hands on her hips when he said that and pulled back on her to guide her ass back around his cock, demonstrating what he meant. “Oooo, yes, that is better,” Marsha exclaimed and, as Ronald slowly plowed his cock into her ass, she pushed back to meet every stroke. They continued fucking, the only sound the creaking of the sofa as Ronald drove his cock deeply into Marsha’s ass and two happy persons moaning in pleasure. She could feel her climax building as the pleasure poured from her sphincter as it was stretched with every stroke of his cock and from her rectum as it was filled over and over. The pleasure poured throughout her body, even all the way to the ends of her arms and legs, causing involuntary reactions. Her upper body thrashed on the sofa and her fingers and toes were clenching and relaxing but Marsha was only aware of the incredible feeling in her ass. The pleasure continued to mount until it was even higher than it had been earlier but she couldn’t seem to cum. “I need to cum. Please make me cum.” That was what he wanted to hear. Ronald also wanted to cum but he had been holding back until Marsha was ready. His arm went around her waist to her pussy, which was flooded with her fragrant juices, and he started caressing Marsha just above her clit. He marveled at how swollen the precious love toy had become and he gently caressed it. Having no need to hold back any more, Ronald starting thrusting his cock into her ass even faster and just as deep, slapping his balls against Marsha’s pussy at every thrust. “Oh! Oh! Yes!” she cried. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Marsha’s ass continued to fuck back to meet the surges of Ronald’s cock and she rocked from side to side on her knees. Her upper body thrashed wildly against the sofa and her arms pounded the cushions as the waves of pleasure emanating from her ass and clit coursed through her body. Ronald pounded his cock in and out of Marsha’s ass while his hand massaged her pussy until she climaxed with another great spasm that caused her back to arch as she cried out, “Oh! Yes! Yes!” and fell forward against the sofa. He continued ramming his cock into her ass until he also climaxed, ejaculating heavily into his condom as he drove his cock into her ass. When his cock was through pumping his semen, he fell forward on top of her. They both lay against the sofa, Ronald sprawled on top of Marsha with his cock, now softening, still imbedded in her ass. After recovering their strength, they got up and got dressed, after Ronald removed the used condom and prepared it and its wrapper for disposal. Moving slowly in their contentment, they straightened up the office and eliminated any evidence of what they had been doing. Just before they left, Ronald patted Marsha on her lovely ass and told her, “You definitely get the raise and I will turn the report in tomorrow. You are one of the best employees we have here.” Thank you for reading this story. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Whatever you think of it, I, and all writers, appreciate readers expressing their opinions by voting and I especially appreciate feedback, either public comments or emails sent to me. I always answer all feedback, and I will consider any suggestions you may have for improving my writing or for future stories. Marsha's Outside Adventure. (My thanks have to go to Violetlittle for her editing of this story. A very professional lady, thank you.) * It was a beautiful late spring day and days like these had been long looked forward to all winter. Both the girls had gone on a sleepover at there grannies for the weekend, so the house was theirs. They not only looked forward to moments like this, they made every second count, it was their time and their time was something they cherished greatly. David had toyed with doing other things, but he couldn't ignore the look in Marsha's eyes; to him it was a clear sign. Early on in their relationship they had come across Marsha's submissive side, even nurtured it since in the beginning she was a little afraid of it. They had both taken it slowly to begin with; David was worried about scaring her. They had both discovered her submissive side by accident, he had tied her wrists with his tie in a moment of passion, when she came she came so hard she thought she was wetting herself. At first she thought she was a freak. That scared her. It took a long and honest talk on both there parts for him to get her to understand she wasn't, more the woman of a strict upbringing. Now of course she enjoys it greatly and although Marsha will never tell him she needs her submissive side to flourish, it doesn't take him long to pick up on the hints and then there is that far away look. Of course they had started off gradually, David had installed restraints onto the bed and after a few hiccups she had really started to enjoy herself and so did he for that matter. After all here was one heck of a hottie with a mind as sharp as her body and that he gets to play with to his hearts content, what sane man could ask for more. David was sat on the porch just watching the day go by, Marsha had joined him armed with a couple of sodas, he lifted his arm and she snuggled in beside him. He kissed the top of her head and she snuggled in deeper, she would have been content to spend the day like this, but he had other plans. They had talked of outdoor sex, indeed it was mostly Marsha that brought the subject up, but being in the middle of winter there isn't much more to do about it but talk really. Unbeknownst to her, he had been putting the spring to good use and had found a spot that would be ideal. So when the girls were off on their sleepover for the weekend, all things came together, it was time to broaden Marsha's experiences even more now. David gently slapped her on the ass and told her to get her shoes on they where going for a drive, she had asked where and he had said to the club, she smiled and launched herself off of the porch and into the house. A few minutes later she had joined him in the car and off they went, he thought it best to tell her they were off to the club, other wise she would have got dressed up and it was undressed, he had his mind set on this afternoon. Once on their way of course, it soon became apparent to her that they weren't going to the club, she was looking quizzically at him. Eventually he said, "Ok not the club, but you are getting naked," It took a few moments to register what he had just said to her. Then a smile beamed across her face and she tried to settle down for the rest of the journey. Now try as she may, David could still see her fidget in her seat. To both of them, today was the start of yet another chapter in there relationship. He continued driving and left Marsha to get used to the idea and as the journey went on he would occasionally glance over to her, the look on her face told him she had not only got used to the idea but was actually excited at the idea of what was to come. They had driven for some time and now well off the beaten track and well away from tourists and hikers, stopping in a clearing they both got out. Marsha looked around and said "perfect." It was a small clearing cut off on three sides by thick woods and the fourth had thick bushes so the track was it's only entrance and exit. David had parked the car on the track and walked to the back grabbing the backpack he had put in there that morning when he had taken the girls on there sleep over, Marsha didn't notice him with an extra bag so all of this had been a total surprise for her. They walked hand in hand to the far end of the clearing, an old tree had come down some time ago and was just under waist height, no more than a few feet away was another tree that had a huge thick branch reaching out across the clearing. He told Marsha to strip and stand totally still, he then turned his attention to throwing a rope over the tree branch and collecting it at the other end, David managed on the second attempt, which was good for him since he was suppose to be ignoring Marsha. Although he could see her out of the corner of his eye getting undressed and standing totally naked, her hands by her side and her head tilted to the floor, so getting the rope in position at only the second attempt was indeed a real plus. He then knelt down and looked around the inside of the bag for the padded straps and blindfold. David stood walked over to Marsha with supplies in hand. and simply said, "Hold your wrist together and out in front of you." She complied almost immediately. He took one more step forward and placed the blindfold on her then placed the Velcro straps on her wrists. With her eyes now covered and her wrists bound together he could let his eyes wander her body, she was a true beauty and as naturally stunning as God had ever made any woman. Just looking at her this way made his heart race and his penis harden to the point of being painful in his pants, he hadn't planned to do things this way but lust got the better of him, so he held the straps in one hand and with a firm tug she followed him to the tree. David walked her to the rope and told her to kneel. She complied and once down, he put the rope through the pin in the middle of the straps tied it off and pulled the rope up so her wrists were now above her head, he then put his foot on the rope so it wouldn't loosen and took another look at her, both hands were now around the rope holding it, her breasts now an oval shape and her nipples even on this warm spring day were hard in anticipation, he could see her rib cage and her breathing had quickened. He looked further down and smiled to see his beloved Marsha trying to flex the insides of her leg muscles together trying to get some relief from the feelings that must have been running amuck inside her vagina, he could smell her sex now and again he felt the discomfort in his paints that was his now rock hard penis. David said just one word to her as she knelt there, "open." With that she opened her mouth, he pulled down his pants and holding her hair guided her mouth onto his solid penis, she gagged slightly as he held the back of her head and made her take all of his penis into her mouth. David then relented. Marsha felt his hand move away and she sucked greedily on his penis, acting on instinct she tried to move her hands but was jolted back to reality by the restraints now placed on her. The smell of sex was getting stronger from her as she sucked and then run her tongue around his penis wrapping her lips around it and moving her head back and forth. Her nakedness, the blindfold and the restraints on her hands were taking their toll on Marsha now and she was getting very excited. David moved his hands to her shoulders and gently massaged her, all this was getting too much for her and she doubled her efforts on his penis. It was all getting to much for him as well, he knew he could never hold back from Marsha when she was giving him oral sex, even less so when she was this excited and the massage he gave her shoulders just seemed to add to her pleasure now. She was enjoying herself, a little too much but we both had a need at this moment in time so he forgave her and let her continue, David was trying as best he could to hold back and not come. Marsha was now in her element and was truly giving her all, the tricks she could do with her tongue and the slurping sounds coming from her were proving harder for him to ignore now. And with one final massage David let go, his hand moved back up to her hair and gripping it he pulled her head onto his penis again, she gagged at the sudden movement from him but, held her calm, they had worked on her control for many weeks now. Mostly because she wanted to and indeed who was he to refuse? They had had a spell when they first got together, if both of them were naked they would just jump on each other, if both were clothed it took longer but they still jumped on each other, David had told Marsha that she was insatiable once, she looked at him with those big eyes of hers and he could see the hurt in them, they both laid there and he explained what he had meant. Her thirst for knowledge about him and his sexual needs just mirrored what he wanted to know of hers and she should be proud of that, if anything that talk opened her floodgates. David thought she had realised that she had now found a soul mate, someone that she could share all of herself with and never be ashamed. Or shy about anything and there was David, who would always take her to those limits and test her constantly. Not to see if she would break or shy away, but it was a way for her to test herself and if she herself found she was wanting then they would both explore that again and perfect it for both of them so Marsha could enjoy and of course he would get the benefits of all the practice. She wanted to make sure she got things right. They had watched a porn movie together once. She had become fascinated how a woman could deep throat a penis, so the bedroom antics that night and for weeks afterwards were just fantastic. David's hand pulled her onto him and Marsha, now getting the chance to deep throat him just sent her over the edge and he felt her whole body shudder in orgasm as she took all of him and he came so hard. The control she had over her body was now becoming quite remarkable as she took all he had to give her, without loosing a drop or even gagging. As soon as David had finished, he had to get control back over the situation again, Marsha had become comfortable and he now had to put her back on her guard and show her who was in control. He took his slowly limping penis out of her mouth and stood back, grabbed hold of the rope and gently took the strain; she raised herself back to her feet. As she did so he pulled the rope up, keeping her hands above her head, she tried to hide it but he caught the smile that rushed across her face. It was time to do something about that he thought, David tied the rope off and wandered back to the bag. Since Marsha and he had found a sex shop not to far from them they had become frequent visitors and had some toys that now they had discovered this place, would use here. Some in there bedroom, they would have to make a point of never mixing the two, he took out a toy, it was a small pink plastic vibrator that you insert all the way inside and a cord with a small control box would hang outside. David walked up to her and nudged her inner thigh, Marsha responded as best she could to open her legs and still stay on balance. The smell of her sex was very powerful now, her vagina was glistening with juices trickling down her leg, he pushed the pink vibrator into her, she gasped and bit her bottom lip, there was five setting on the control box, he set it for number one and walked away, when he looked back she had closed her legs and was getting as much in the way pleasure from the vibrator as she could. He sat some ten feet away watching her, as the vibrator took her to an orgasm and as she rode that, took pleasure from another one, her body now becoming covered in sweat her magnificent breasts and nipples totally solid and looking very suck-able now. Marsha trying to get some relief from one orgasm rapidly following another uncontrollably through her body then parted her legs as yet another orgasms washed over her, he watched as her stomach muscles tensed as she tried to eject the vibrator form her body. The vibrator was not giving up its position that easily and continued its torment inside her, yet another orgasm washed over her. Her vaginal lips were very puffy and full of blood now, her clitoris had become fully exposed some time ago and it was taking a massive amount of will power on his part not to go over there and run his tongue over it, such was it's exposure from her looking for its own pleasure. He had been sitting for no more than ten minutes. I'm sure to Marsha; the pleasure and torment racing through her body at the moment must have felt like an eternity. His penis was rock hard again and had been for sometime, David walked up to her, he could tell by her face she had heard him coming, although he couldn't tell if it was to be relief from the torment of the vibrator or another orgasm that washed over her, he knelt down and without switching it off he then pulled out the vibrator, a rush of air came from her and her head sagged slightly. David undid the rope and lowered her arms, and then grabbing the restraints he took hold and walked her back to the fallen tree he had been sitting on. He hadn't planned this either but seeing the punishment her vagina had taken over these last few minutes David knew he couldn't inflict anymore. So he stopped her at the fallen tree and jumped over to the other side so he was facing her, with one hand on the restraints and one on her shoulder he guided her to stand were she was and lay across the tree. He fixed the restraints down with another piece of rope and jumped back across, once behind Marsha he nudged her legs apart and rubbed his hand over her swollen vagina, she was so wet, a whimper came from her lips as she believed he was going to enter her. David continued to rub over her vagina, moving the juices up to her ass and then gently running his fingers back to her exposed clit again, she released yet more juices from her sweat soaked body. He then held both her hips she must have sensed what he was going to do and seemed to try to adjust her body accordingly. David laid his solid penis near her ass and slowly entered her; He heard a plop as the head of his penis disappeared into her. She gasped and then sighed as yet more emotions over took her, by now David was half way into her ass and he stopped. He went to withdraw, Marsha then tried as best she could to move back onto him, so he moved forward to enter her, he wanted so much to grab her breast now but the bark of the tree had that pleasure. David dug his fingers deeper into her hips and continued his journey into her. Marsha again moved herself towards him and by now he was so deep inside her, He could feel the wetness of her vagina on his balls. David started slowly at first. Marsha would try to match his thrusts as best she could, another whimper escaped from her and he increased his pace, by now he was thrusting deep into her. He knew that she was showing great restraint now, if we were at home, she would be urging him on both vocally and with her body. So being bent over a fallen tree with your partner going as deep as he could into your ass and trying not making any noise at all, was totally draining for Marsha. For her the most difficult part of the master slave side of there relationship. Digging deep into his reserves now, trying to hold off from coming for as long as he could, but when your balls deep into a woman like Marsha there isn't a reserve in the world that you could dig into and last that long, such was the physical assets and attraction that was Marsha. So with one final thrust he emptied himself deeply into her, Marsha convulse into a huge orgasm that wracked the whole of her body and even she couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure, David withdrew and left her slumped over the tree panting with exhaustion. Walking over to the bag and took out a towel and placed it just under the rope, walking around the tree he undid the restraints and slowly let her lift herself away from the tree, she was bathed in sweat and panting deeply trying hard to recover now thinking there would be more to come, David walked her to the towel and as she stood on it. He stopped her and said, "Sit." A look of relief washed across her face and she sat crossed legged on the towel, cum from both of them now oozing onto it, David removed the restraints and then the blindfold. Holding her head in his hands he kissed her deeply, the smell of his cum, her sweat soaked body and her own sex mingling as one in the air that surrounded them, and at that moment in time. David truly believed that was the sweetest most sexual smell ever. That was there first time at the clearing, indeed there first time outside, when they got home both showered and went to bed. Time seemed irrelevant then as they slept in each other's arms, David woke first and placed his hand on her thigh she was warm and very wet. They had both wanted it to be tender there first time back at the house, it didn't last they both had a need. What they had done that afternoon urged them on to more and more. Marsha was now let loose to do as she wished and boy didn't he get to enjoy that evening as well as the day, they were very passionate that evening. Then bathed and fucked well into the night. There wasn't a hole in Marsha, David didn't go and her breasts got a pounding from him that they had never gotten before. Marsha was just as bad, every time David thought he couldn't get another erection, she brought him back to life, he did think at one stage his penis was going to fall off, by the early hours of the next morning they finally slept totally fucked and well satisfied and above all, in each others arms. On there return from their grannies, the girls couldn't understand why all their parents wanted to do was sleep.