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A Day To Remember

By: Mystique Woods



Contains scenes of degradation and golden showers!

I’m 35 and live alone in a small country town by the beach - where the sun always shines. I am employed at the local High School as PE Trainer and have a very athletic body - with larger than normal breasts (36DD 22 32). My husband and I moved here two years before he was killed in a car accident - he was also employed at the local High School as the Art teacher. 

It’s been a year since his death and I still miss him terribly. I would find myself daydreaming often, of the creative methods Tim used to enhance our ‘love making’. He loved me to be naked or near naked - hence the reason for us moving here to Sunshine City, and he would touch me at every opportunity - how he loved my body! He would paint it and poke things in it and kiss it all over, and I would get so horny, that the juices would be flowing fast and furious from my pussy.

In Memoriam, I would continue our tradition and strip off all my clothes as soon as I returned home where I would then take a long shower and remain naked all night long. Tonight was no exception and having just prepared dinner, I was heading toward the patio to relax by the pool - meal in one hand, glass of spumante in the other - my straight ash-blonde hair falling loosely to my waist - half covering my full 36DD’s from the front.

Suddenly there was a knock at the front door and I instantly wondered if I had locked it or not. Before I had time to think about it, the door burst open unexpectedly, and struggling to be first through, were a number of seniors at the High School. They stood motionless when they spied my naked form, mouths wide open and lust alive in their eyes.

Ben was the first to move forward - he was captain of the basketball team, so I guess he was bestowed this honour. 

“My, my, my. Ain’t this a pretty little sight,” he remarked as he made his way toward me. 

I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, not knowing what to do, but knew that if I didn’t take control, I could be badly hurt. 

“Been waiting to see me like this for a while, haven’t you Ben?” I was very nervous, but I was determined to be in control. 

“I’ve seen you drooling at me in my tight bike shorts and boob tube when we’ve been working out together,” I continued. “Do you like what you see Ben?” 

Ben was God’s gift, with beautiful soft blonde hair, and a body that Atlas would be proud of. He always carried a hard-on, which looked as massive as his body. He reached for my boob and I flashed out of the way and headed toward the patio. 

“Close the door behind you boys and don’t forget to lock it - we don’t want to be interrupted now, do we?” 

They eagerly responded and followed like sheep to the patio where I placed my food and drink on the table and turned toward them.

“Now that you have forced yourselves into my home, you may as well help yourself to a drink,” I looked at them seductively, pointing to the kitchen. They headed off and soon returned carrying beers - laughing and joking about what they were going to do to me. 

There were five of them - all members of the basketball team. 

Chris was vice captain and he stood at 6’ - an inch shorter than Ben, with straight dark brown hair and green eyes. His tan skin accented his pearly white smile through perfect teeth. 

Then there was Dave. He was the shortest at 5’10”, but he was solid. He was as black as the ace of spades but his features were so fine and perfect, that had he been white, he would be Eros himself. I felt a tingle run down my spine as I spied this young black stallion ogling my womanhood. 

Then there was Tom. He was also 6’1 (the same height as Ben), but Tom had a crop of curly red hair, and freckles all over. He was of a slimmer build, but roguishly handsome and always cracking jokes. He was, undoubtedly, the life of a party. 

Finally, there was Jimmy, who stood at 5’11”, with mousy coloured hair and was probably the quiet one of the bunch. 

As they headed toward me, I grabbed my glass of wine, took a sip and walked teasingly toward the picnic table on the other side of the pool where I lifted myself effortlessly onto the table edge - my legs dangling over the side. 

Gathering round, they began stripping as fast as they could manage - with beers in one hand. Once naked, they surrounded me and eased me back onto the picnic table and opened my legs wide - exposing me, ready to be used for their pleasure. There were wolf whistles and claps of approval as they began inspecting my private bits. I felt my pussy lips being pulled apart to reveal the soft pink skin beneath, with my protruding clit just begging to be satisfied. 

As if in answer to my thoughts, fingers began flicking and pulling at my clit, and yet more fingers began forcing themselves into my cunt. Still more fingers began circling, then easing their way into my asshole, and I became filled with euphoria.  In and out, faster and faster - I was about to cum. 

Suddenly, fingers were removed, and Ben forced his huge manhood into my cunt with one thrust and began fucking me with such force that it took me by surprise and I let out a squeal, which only served to make him fuck me faster and harder. I could feel his huge, hard dick stretch the sides of my cunt, sending it into spasms of pleasure. I began bucking furiously in response to his thrusts and my tits began swaying in time to our fucking. 

Dave grabbed my face and shoved his black cock into my mouth. It was wide - twice as wide as Bens, and he began fucking my mouth for all he was worth - keeping in time with Ben. I began to choke with the force of Dave’s thrusts, but then he took his cock out and my head was forced to the other side, where Tom’s dick was waiting for me. I began sucking both Tom and Dave together and my hands were pulled to the sides and placed on Chris and Jimmy’s dicks. 

So there I was - my cunt being fucked by a madman, wanking a cock in each hand, and sucking on the end of two dicks. There were fingers in my ass, flicking my clit, and pulling at my nipples, and I was on fire! And then Ben came deep inside my cunt - I could feel his sperm hit my inner wall with such force that I screamed with pleasure. He withdrew himself and sperm and cunt juices began flowing down to my asshole. Jimmy began lubricating my asshole with the juices and I began squirming with desire at his touch, as I continued to suck and wank. 

Then, quite unexpectedly, I felt myself being lifted into the air and placed on top of Chris, who wanted to fuck my ass. He was laying on the ground and his massive rock ploughed into my ass - stretching it to distortion and I screamed with pain and pleasure combined as he began fucking it, like there was no tomorrow. I was eased back onto Chris’s chest and then Jimmy hopped on top and entered my cunt. He had his knees in between Chris’s legs, and my legs were cropped over his shoulders, so that he could see both my holes being fucked. Dave and Tom edged my shoulders to one side of Chris, so that they could continue fucking my mouth. I couldn’t believe the feeling I was experiencing as all holes were being stretched and fucked and I became an uncontrollable whore for my toy boys - bucking like some sort of sex-starved slut. Jimmy came first, deep and long into my cunt, and Chris followed closely after, shooting sperm into my shit hole. 

Next minute, I was pulled from Chris, who stood up and commanded that I lick his dick clean of all my shit. I stood up also, bent over and began licking Chris’s dick clean – half choking on the taste of shit and cum combined. Jimmy had grabbed his dick and was cleaning all his cum and my juices from it, with my hair. 

Dave came from behind and spreading my legs apart, entered my cunt and began pumping my white body. 

“Do you like this black boy pumping at your lily white cunt,” he asked sardonically. “Cum on now, lemme hear ya scream for my big black dick. You want this black dick baby?” 

“Mmmmmm,” was all I could reply. 

“What’s that you white bitch?” He slapped my butt cheek. 

“MMMMM,” I managed to squeal louder. 

“The filthy white whore wants my black cock - yeah that’s right whore, scream and wriggle for my black dick.” He slapped my butt cheek again, and again, and again until I was wriggling and squirming like the filthy white whore he said I was. Chris’s dick became hard again at the way Dave was treating me and he grabbed my hair in each hand and began fucking my mouth in time to Dave’s thrusts in my cunt. 

My tits were hanging loose and were wobbling backwards and forwards to the thrusts. Tom began slapping them about with his hands and they began flying about all over the place. Then he would pull and tug at my nipples as if he were milking them, and then slap them around once more. 

Both Dave and Chris came in unison, each filling my cunt and mouth with loads of sweet cum and then before I knew it, I was being lifted up again, back onto the picnic table - my legs being forced open to reveal my cum filled holes. 

Ben had been watching his mates perform, and had downed a few beers by now and was in urgent need of a piss. He came over and aimed his dick at my cunt and began to piss all over it. The other guys thought this to be a good idea and began following suite - pissing all over my body, face and hair. 

Tom was mesmerised by my tits, and he instantly hopped on top and with piss all over them, began fucking furiously. Everyone cheered and egged him on, and I felt more fingers playing inside my cunt and asshole as they cheered noisily. He came in minutes - all over my neck and face and collapsed on top of me. 

I was told to stay on the picnic table with my legs wide open so that they could fuck me whenever they wanted to, in between beers. 

That was one hell of a night, with all of us having a wild time. They left with a promise to return, and I can’t wait. Needless to say, I never lock my door anymore.

It was around 10pm when my toy boys finally left and I was just about to head upstairs for a shower, when the doorbell rang again. I thought that the boys had forgotten something, so I ran to answer it, only to find my neighbour standing there, with his dick in his hand. 

“I saw you performing indecent acts on minors tonight, Mrs Wright and I have taken snap shots as proof. If you don’t let me in, I shall be forced to inform the Principal of your lecherous behaviour.” 

The bastard was blackmailing me. I had no choice but to let him in … but that’s another story. You’ll find it under ‘non-consent’…

A Day to Remember



The alarm wet off with a buzz 6:30 AM Monday April 11th. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got out of bed and headed to the shower. The water helped wash the sleepiness away. I went over the days schedule in my mind Steve's on the west coast another two weeks Lisa's was in her second year of college would be leaving about the same time I would. 

As I was washing my hair I reminded myself I have a 10:30 Doctors appointment for my yearly Gyno exam, I'd better check and see if I need to shave again. I felt my pubic area and yes I did indeed need to shave. I lathered up and got my razor and holding my labia away I shaved away all the stubble on both sides of my vagina, now for the pubic mound I keep a small stripe that points to my sweet vagina. As I washed away the lather I felt a familiar tingle and paused, for a moment. I slipped two fingers deep into my wet folds. I circled my fingers around feeling the wetness of my pussy and how tight I felt. I started sliding my fingers in and out of my drenched pussy and started rubbing my clit to perk it up. ...Ohh...god... I could cum in a minute and get relief but thought better of it since I would be seeing the Doctor in a little while.

I arrived at the Doctors office a few minutes early and checked in. The typical questions were asked about insurance, no changes. That is when the nurse told me Dr. Roberts wasn't in he had an emergency at the Hospital and that Dr. Nelson his new partner in the group would see me. I said find that it's just my yearly visit. A few minutes passed and I was called back to an exam room. The nurse gave me a gown and said you know the routine as she left I stared taking my clothes off as I got to my panties I noticed a slight wet spot and felt myself flush and thought "Great the Dr. well see I'm wet and aroused, maybe I should of masturbated in the shower and this wouldn't be happening now!" I finished putting the gown on and sat down.

A minute or two passed and a soft nock on the door and who I thought was another nurse introduced herself as Dr. Cindy Nelson. She was beautiful, long black hair dark eyes. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. We went over my history and confirmed everything. Dr. Nelson asked me to get up on the exam table, she opened the front of the gown and listened to my heart and breathing, I could feel my nipples hardening, I couldn't believe what I was feeling. She put down her stethoscope and asked if I have been doing my self breast exams at home. I told her "Yes every week or so." "That's very good" she said. She then picked up my right hand and placed it over my head and started to squeeze my right breast herself feeling for any lumps, satisfied she did the same with the left breast and when she got to my nipple and gave it a gentle squeeze and tug, I let out a soft moan. She asked if it hurt, I told her not really just the opposite. She gave me a small smile and said it was ok.

Her hands continued to feel down my abdomen. She opened the gown more as she went. I couldn't believe how aroused I was, this never happened before. She told me to slide down to the end of the table and put my feet in the stirrups. She help guide my feet to them. I felt myself leaking and knew the Dr. was going to see also. The Dr. turned to put on her exam gloves so I quickly wiped the wetness with my gown trying to clean up as much as possible. 

She turned back and brought the gown open while spreading my legs wider I felt more fluid run from my vagina. Again that small smile and then she said "Lets have a look here now." as she felt my labia and clit hood I again let a soft moan out. She asked me if I was enjoying the exam because by the looks I was. I apologized and told her that this has never happened before. She told me to relax you wouldn't believe how many women get aroused during the exams and it's nothing to be embarrassed about. She than told me not to worry if I felt an orgasm coming just let it happen that way it will be over quicker.

If you fight it, it makes it worse well more intense really she said. I told her ok. She pulled back my clitoral hood and rubbed it for a few seconds, I almost lost it there but she was done. Next she parts my wet lips and slid her finger up one side and then the other. I actually lifted my hips to meet her finger. Using her left hand she spread and held my lips apart and inserted her right index finger into my vagina and felt around. I couldn't stop lifting my hips to meet her finger I was on the edge of an orgasm. She added her middle finger and pushed deep to feel my G-spot as she gave it a rub or two I grunted lifted my hips again and had the wonderful orgasm in a while. She with drew her fingers and said she give me a minute before she continued, she still needed to do a pap smear I was able to stay calm through rest of the exam and everything was completed.

The drive home I went over what had just happened and couldn't get it out of my mind. I was still horny as ever and needed to get some release. I put my hand up my skirt and felt myself through my panties and they were soaked. I pulled in my drive and got into the house as quick as possible. I made my way to my bedroom and stripped my clothes off as fast as I could. I dug out my toys a vibrator and a jelly dildo my two favorites and got on my bed. I was reliving what had just taken place not 30 minutes ago. 

I was squeezing my breast and playing with my nipples and getting more and more aroused. I turned my vibrator on low and touched it to my nipple it tingled and got rock hard. My free hand went to my pussy which was dripping and wanting some attention. I found my jelly friend and teased my entrance with it getting it nice and slick. I slowly pushed the head in and enjoyed the feeling I did this a few more time and slowly fed more and more in until I had the full length slipping in and out with ease. I could feel an orgasm building deep within and wanted to bring it out. I brought the vibrator down to my clit and teased it. I was slamming the dildo in and out of my pussy as fast as I could. 

The sloshing sound I was making was a fantastic turn on with the added buzz of the vibrator I was in heaven. I took the dildo out and looked at how wet it was and brought it to my mouth and tasted myself it was so sweet and tasty I sucked it clean and repeated this many times. I was on the brink of a fantastic orgasm as was moaning loudly and then it hit me like a blast I saw stars. At the same time I heard my daughter say "Oh God!....... Mom you're masturbating!" I couldn't stop even with her watching all I said was "I know ....Oh god ...I'm cumming... Oh God...Oh God...I'm sorry...

After about fifteen minutes I composed myself, put a robe on and went to Lisa's room to discuss what just happened. I explained what happened with my exam. She tried to apologize to me and told me her afternoon classes got canceled due to an electrical problem and there was no power in the building she was in.

She told me she knows that I masturbate a lot since dad is gone so much. She has heard me at night and than confessed that listening had made her excited and masturbated too, while listening a few times. She said she even borrowed a vibrator of two while we were away and has since bought a couple of her own, but nothing as big as what I used today. She asked if it being bigger really does make a difference. I told her she should try it sometime. She gave me a shy smile and nod.

I asked her if she wanted to use it now. She said she didn't know if she could with me knowing what she was doing. I said "You caught me using it how do you think I felt? Well anyway here it is for you if you decide." She blushed taking it from me and placed it in her bedside table.

Later that night while in bed running the day's excitement trough my head, I felt myself lubricating and slid my hand down to my pussy and felt my swollen lips. Yes I was leaking. I spread my juices around my lips and clit. Just rubbing not really intent on bringing myself off or so I thought. My nipples ached for some attention, my other hand went to them alternating between them. Pinching and tugging them into hard points. 

My hand was moving faster and faster over my clit and pussy drawing more sweet nectar from within me. It was running down over my ass and pooling between my butt checks making a wet spot on the bed. It wasn't going to take long for this cum, I knew that my whole body tingled. Just as I was about to have my orgasm I got the image of Lisa's face seeing me with my dildo buried to the hilt in my sopping cunt...

Ohh...God...Ohh...God.....I'm cumming again!!! 



A Day to Remember



Taking a deep breath, I stared at the mahogany door a while longer before knocking it. It had been...years. I waited for a minute or-so, contemplating whether I had even made the correct decision to come here after all. I argued with myself before deciding to knock again. This time, faintly, I heard a response 

"Wait a minute!" 

My heart jumped. It was him! It seemed to come from upstairs. So I waited, a sudden rush of urgency and nervousness I was convinced I would not allow him to see came over me. Then, finally, the door opened. I looked up. Bare feet followed by his trademark baggy jeans, then a very shirtless torso with that unmistakable scar across his stomach that disappeared under his jeans so seductively. The broad shaven chest followed, along with arms that were so much more muscular than I remembered. Then came those forget-me-not blue eyes. He was holding a towel to his wet hair, where he had been drying it, having obviously just gotten out the shower, before I froze him dead. 

I smiled "Hey," I said simply. There stood the boy who had now become a man. He was my first love, my best friend when I was going through high school. For three years I idolised him, but he never felt the same. I understood that, would settle for drunken kisses when our group of friends would go out bowling, partying, watching movies. To him it had been a laugh, an immature fondle during the peaks of adolescence. He'd known I'd liked him but he took it for granted. At fifteen I turned my attitude around and stopped looking at him like he was some kind of God. I started looking elsewhere for the stolen compliments I would get from males as I became a young woman. Overnight I learned to stick my middle finger up at the world and say "fuck this". If he can't like me for who I am, then why should I bother? I just wanted to be loved, and he wasn't ready for that. It was time to move on.

Predictably enough, the moment I lost interest, he started to gain it. I didn't notice the additional phone calls, house calls, text messages, compliments and admiring glances that came from his direction at first. I was finally leading my own life without him being the centre of it. In the last year of school he asked me out, kissed me before I could respond. I kissed him back, then turned him down. It was too late. I had moved on. I agreed there was something between us, a kind of chemistry teenagers often get, but it wasn't enough. I had fallen for somebody else. My Karl. 

I moved on, dated Karl. He did the same and dated my best girlfriend Trinity for a year. We all went to the same college, but when she broke up with him a year in, he left college and moved house with his mother. I knew the address but didn't visit. It was difficult with Karl being overwhelmingly jealous of him, having known me during my years of pathetic longing for him. Trinity also expected me to drop him in the same way she had. It was the classic "days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, months turn to years" scenario. But I had never stopped caring for him.

Now here we were, both of us 21 years of age. Standing on the doorstep of his late mother's house, which he had inherited. All I wanted was either a hug or a snapshot of the look on his face. 

"What's up? Were you expecting someone else?" I asked jokingly. A smile finally crossed Jonny's lips. Those cheek dimples suddenly revealed themselves to me once more. We both laughed as he swept me up into his strong arms into an embrace right there in the street.

"I can't believe you're here!" His voice was deeper than I remembered, his embrace warmer. I almost felt like crying!

"Put me down you twat!" I laughed, "You've got a lot of explaining to do! Do you have any idea what this is doing to my reputation, running after you after all these years?" He pulled away to look at me but didn't seem to be listening to what I was saying.

"My God, Samia, you have no idea!" He stood to the side and ushered me in. It felt so strange being alone with him again. I stepped inside and took off my jacket as he shut the door.

"What the hell are you doing here?" His voice went slightly higher with excitement

"Well you obviously weren't going to make the effort, Jonny." He led me into his dining room and gestured towards a dining chair as he sat in the one opposite. I sat down.

"I'm sorry. I just had to get away from it all. I didn't want you to have to choose between me and Trinity or me and Karl." It was like we'd never been apart. Nothing had been forgotten. We talked for a long time about him, his job, his mother's death. I was intrigued by what he had made of himself. After a while, though, he insisted I spoke of myself. I told him about my college grades, my work. Then, with a slight hesitation, he asked if I was with someone.

I looked down, fiddled with the table, and nodded. He looked away as I looked back at him. Right then, it occurred to me he had wanted a different answer. I hadn't come here to rekindle some old flame. I just wanted my best friend back, I wanted to see how he was doing.

"What about you?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I haven't had anyone serious since Trinity," he replied.

"Bloody hell, that was years ago! Why the hell not?!"

"I don't know. I just lost interest in women. And before you make a crack, that doesn't mean I've gained an interest in men!" I smiled. He could still read me like a book at times. 

"She really hurt you, didn't she?" He didn't answer. Instead, he offered me a drink. I had nodded, having obviously brought up a subject he was not comfortable with in the form of his ex. When he came back he was holding a glass of water with ice, having remembered it was pretty much all I drank. He was still wearing just jeans. I found myself attempting to work out whether or not he was wearing boxers. Soon I became unable to look away from his torso as he walked towards me. His upper body remained almost hairless, apart from the trail of hair that ran from his bellybutton to underneath his trousers, presumably all the way to his groin before spreading out into pubic hair. I tried to look up to his face, but found myself pausing to try and quickly take in his pecs and biceps. 

"Are you OK?" he suddenly asked as I thanked him and took the glass of water from him. Shit, he had noticed!

"Yeah." He sat back down and I took a sip of drink. "I still don't get it, Jonny," I announced.

"What?"

"Why would you just break contact with me like that? You didn't even answer your phone when I called."

"I know, I'm sorry. I suppose I just needed to break away for a while. I just never got back in touch."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, Sam. It wasn't because I didn't want to be your friend. Quite the opposite actually."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." It went quiet for a moment. "Did Trinity ever tell you why we broke up?" He looked at me inquisitively. I looked back at him, taken back by the question.

"Yes. She said it was because she was fed-up of being in a long term relationship. She told you she needed space and you took off, heartbroken." He looked down and fingered a hole in his jeans. I waited for him to say something, but he made no effort to speak. "Why do you ask?" I quizzed.

"I was just wondering whether she told you the truth or not."

"Did she?" There was a long silence, then he suddenly looked straight at me. 

"Do you think she did?" I did, but now I wasn't so sure. I never had questioned it. I assumed Jonny was heartbroken because that was the only reason I could find for him cutting off his whole life and starting again. "I don't think anything, Jonny, I'm asking you now."

"I don't suppose it matters now, does it? It was a long time ago."

"You brought it up." After that, he tried to change the subject. Asked if I was still with Karl or if I had a new boyfriend. I simply replied "Karl" then politely asked if he would tell me what had happened between him and Trinity if her version of events were false. He shifted uncomfortably, having failed to get out of it.

"We had a huge argument. It was my fault. I lost my temper with her and told her something I shouldn't have."

"What?"

"...I told her I had feelings for you." There was a long hesitation. I think he wanted me to respond, but I was shocked. They broke up because of me? "I think it was a bit humiliating for her to find out the way she did. I was a complete asshole about it. I was so fed-up of being secretive, everything came out at once. I told her how I compared the two of you in everything she did. The way she kissed, the way she looked, the way we would joke around and playfight.. Truth is, Samia, she never lived up to you in anything she did. I was still so bummed you rejected me and got with Karl, she was just a pass time until the two of you broke up. I still hoped something might happen between us."

"Oh God." I muttered to myself. I lifted off the chair and walked over to the patio doors, looking out on to the back garden.

"I never meant to treat her that way. I just snapped. She was so upset. I tried to apologize but she told me if I was really sorry I would just leave her alone. She said I had no chance with you and that I should just leave town. That night I finally realised she was right. My feelings for you were too strong-"

"...-Stop it Jonny!"

"...I knew I couldn't get over you or move on unless I broke contact with you. I'm sorry I didn't explain all this before, I just didn't have the strength and it wouldn't have been fair on Trinity." I turned to face him again.

"For so many years I worshipped the ground you walked on. Things could have been so different if you weren't so God damn ignorant!"

"I know. I know it was my fault. I accept that. You changed so much, though, and it made me miss your attention until I realised I actually loved you."

"Stop it!" I turned back round and this time he did stop it. I watched the blue skies outside, his washing blowing in the wind on the washing line, and wondered how it had come to this so quickly. When he was saying things like this, it confused me so much. Towards the end he had been a brother to me, and I genuinely thought he was happy with Trinity. I had no idea he was thinking like that all along. Neither of us said anything for quite a while. I heard him edging towards me. He quietly broke the silence between us.

"I know it must be hard to hear, but I made a mistake by telling her the things that I did. I stopped speaking to you because I thought I was doing the right thing by everyone. It was a long time ago, Sam." I suddenly sobbed when I tried to speak. I hadn't even felt it coming and still don't know what happened to this day. I swallowed my words and my sob and exhaled, trying to gain some control over my emotions. 

"What about now?"I asked.

"I'm not still waiting around for you, if that's what you mean. I will always care for you probably a little bit more than I should, but I can just be your friend now if that's what you want. I can hardly compete with someone you've been with since you were fifteen." He was very close to me now. I could feel him take one more step towards me. Still looking at his washing blowing in the wind, I felt his breath in my hair.

"Didn't you ever feel like there was still something between us? Not love...just...feelings?" he asked, putting me on the spot. I tried to think of Karl, unaware I was even here. It was so difficult to control myself though. My heart was beating like crazy, yet I was hardly breathing. Instead, I was listening to his breathing and his words when he spoke.

I spoke so quietly it was like I was talking to myself more than him. "Of course I did. That will always be there," I answered. Nobody spoke for quite some time then. There was just thoughts between us and a chemistry that was undescribable to me.

Suddenly, he spoke, uttering words that were so quietly spoken, yet hit me like a bomb explosion. "May I touch you please?" My heart skipped a beat. No! my head was screaming but I was overwhelmed. "If you like," I responded. I shivered slightly as he took my blond locks from the side of my face over my right shoulder and placed them down my back. He stepped even closer and I could lightly feel the warmth of his body surround me. I didn't turn, but let him take my shoulders in his palms and begin to massage them gently. I shut my eyes, trying to think of Karl again. Jonny leant forward and kissed my hair on the back of my head. I felt him inhale my scent and I could suddenly smell his. There was a faint smell of showergel, but the rest was his manly odour. I had not noticed another man's scent in so many years, it almost made my knees buckle. 

Unprepared, I gasped as he pressed himself up against me. I realized he might seduce me then. Even more worrying was the realization that he could well succeed. I had never before since being with Karl felt this way. It definitely wasn't love, but a spectacular sense of lust consumed me in that moment. He bent his head down and nibbled between my collarbone and neck gently. I gave in and responded, pressing the side of my face against the side of his head to let him know I was permitting him to continue. He did so in an incredibly irresistible manner as he moved along to my neck and began kissing it. This was a moment that speaking would ruin, and we both seemed to know it. I found myself moaning as he teased my neck with his tongue. He slid his arms around my waist and a little under my top, leaving his hands on my bare tummy. My arms reached up and behind me, around his head, nuzzling him into my neck. It was then I became aware he was getting hard. I felt his meat lengthen again my buttock. I was wearing only a thin skirt so the feeling was heightened despite the fact he was wearing jeans. The thought of his hardening dick pressing against me made me let out a pleasured moan. 

He lifted his head then, almost looking embarrassed having realised I was aware of his growing cock. I kissed him briefly on the lips twice, straining my neck round to do so. With that, I turned to face him. He released his arms from my waist to give me room to move and held them up and I slipped mine around his back and pulled him close. He brushed hair away from my face and we looked into each other's eyes before finally kissing for the first time in years. His kiss was so different from what I could remember. It was more mature, less playfully forceful, yet more urgent coming from this now sexually mature man. Our tongues brushed together with such amazing passion that I forgot to breathe. It was gentle, yet hungry. I could tell he had waited a long time for this. He seemed to be taking in every second. I gently scratched his back with lust. I knew already I was wet. He had one hand placed round the back of my head and one on my side. I felt this hand move round to my buttocks. He groaned as I scratched again, harder this time and he squeezed my buttocks. He took a moment to bite my lip and suck it gently. I couldn't believe in that second how much I wanted him right then. He dropped his other hand to reach my other butt cheek and squeezed hard, forcing our bodies to press together.

After a very long and passionate kiss that neither of us wanted to break, he pushed me back gently until I felt the patio doors against me. The pane was cold against the top part of my back, which was bare apart from the thin straps of my top. His hands, squashed between the window and me, were removed and instead found my front. He was pushing against my hips as he broke the kiss. We looked at each other and I noticed an uncontrollable need to have me in his eyes. It turned me on so much, and I wondered if he had found the same look in my eyes. I wondered if I had asked him to stop whether he would have right then. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to find me as a woman, not a teenager anymore. We had moved on so much since we had last seen each other. We were adults now, experienced, no longer clumsy or getting cheap thrills from stolen kisses. Now existed something we had never shared before: sex. 

He plunged for my neck, licking and kissing it until he heard me moan and gasp. I ran my fingers through his damp hair and had to restrain myself from tugging at it. God, it felt so good! This was different to the 'romantic' sex I had with Karl. Sure, Karl blew me away, but this was different. So passionate and urgent.

Finally, Jonny felt I was satisfied enough to move lower. His lips fell from my neck to my chest. He hung around above my breasts, teasing me, knowing I wanted his tongue all over my breasts. He pulled away and I looked at him inquisitively. His eyes were brighter than I remembered, unless it was just the situation. 

"You're unbelievable," he told me.

"I am?"

He didn't answer, but instead lined my breasts with his fingers and looked down admiringly at them.

"You've grown," he said, smiling. I smiled back. 

"How can you tell?" I asked.

"You're right," he replied, "Too many layers." With that he pushed my top up to reveal my stomach. He paused to admire the bellybutton piercing I had since had done. I could tell it turned him on. I lifted my arms and he continued to push the top over my head and throw it on the floor. He stared erotically at my 34D breasts. Since he had last seen me, I had naturally gained two cup sizes. He was even more taken aback by the fact I wasn't wearing padding, but a lacy red bra showing just a glimpse of pink nipple. It drove Karl wild as much as it looked like it did Jonny Gathering all his self-control, he brushed his fingertips up my arms and over my shoulders, down my chest and around my slender waist. I reached out to touch his own tummy, which was a couple of inches flatter than I remembered. I kissed him again and he stuck his tongue deep into my mouth with lust and grabbed my hips, pulling me close. His hands slid up my back and I felt him expertly flick off the attachment on my bra. I let it drop too the floor. He didn't look down straight away when the kiss ended, but seemed to hesitate for quite a while, possibly to take in what was happening and who with. His eyes remaining closed, he took both my hands and lifted my arms. For a split second, I wondered what the hell he was doing, but when my fingers touched the curtain pole above the patio doors, I realised he wanted me to hold on to it as a tease while he caressed my body. I gripped it, and as I did, he slid his hands down my arms and found my breasts. We both groaned as he found them with his eyes and hands. He pushed them together and squeezed them before whispering "You're perfect," and immediately going down to kiss them. He used his hands to push them together as his tongue slipped down my cleavage and he licked around in an up and down motion, making me wish it was my clit he was contacting. He then took each of my nipples in turn, licking and sucking each one until they erected and he felt me squirm with delight. Having achieved this, after some time he moved lower and was kissing and licking all round my tummy, stopping to play with my piercing with his tongue before sliding it down until he reached the lining of my skirt. Satisfied with the number of noises I was making, he lifted himself back up until I was looking up at him with pleading eyes. He touched my piercing with his fingers.

"I really like this," he announced.

"I have a tattoo on my back too," I said. He grinned in response and, without saying a word, he turned me round to have a look. I gasped as he pressed me against the glass of the door. With my breasts squashed against the glass as he kissed all over the black tribal tattoo at the bottom of my back, turning my nipples to small marbles. I knew well enough that the pattern fell below my skirt line. He unzipped the back of my skirt and pulled it down over my hips. I exhaled deeply as he finished kissing the rest of my pattern and slid his hands seductively up my inner-thighs, stopping just before they met to tantalize me. He stood up and I stepped out of the skirt, leaving me wearing only the tiniest red g-string, and black, knee-high boots. I heard him shift about then and guessed he was adjusting himself, his hard-on must have been causing him some discomfort in jeans. I went to turn around but he pushed me back against the glass. I parted my legs a little and stood up straight. He clenched my hips and pushed himself up against me. His jeans were now forcing his erection upright, and this met between my buttocks. I gasped at the feeling of his rock hard dick and used my butt cheeks to clench it. I asked him if that felt good and he groaned in answer.




A Day to Remember



Stepping away, he turned me back round and grabbed my buttocks with his hands.

"Jump," he instructed.

I put my hands around his neck and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. Still holding my buttocks, he turned and walked over to the dining room table, placing me down. I rested each leg on chairs, and he stood between them and kissed me, pulling me closer to him once again. He scratched my back the way I had done his before pulling away. Starting at the top of my boot on each leg, he ran his hands up my inner thighs once again. This time, he didn't stop and, upon reaching my g-string, pushed his thumbs slightly under it to the crease at the top of my thigh. I cried out as he held my g-string to one side with his left thumb and then explored my hot pussy with the fingers of his right hand. I heard him gasp "Oh God" as he felt my wetness, which I was well aware was almost dripping by now. Finally, making me moan louder than expected he plunged two fingers into my steaming depths and rubbed in and out. I could barely breathe as he teased my clit with his thumb at the same time. I tried to speak but found I had to concentrate on breathing instead. I threw my head back and groaned, closing my eyes to heighten my senses. Neither of us spoke while he rubbed me. He used the thumb that held my g-string away to press on my clit and use the very slightest of movements, knowing anything more would have been too much to handle. I could feel the blood rushing from my head down to my lower regions and tensed my legs, pushing against the fingers that remained inside me. I could almost feel the throbbing of my woman hood as I held my breath, concentrating only on the feelings down below. I took a brief look at Jonny and saw him watching both our movements-him in and out of me and me grinding against him. I threw my head back once more, closed my eyes and felt an exploding rush begin at my feet and spread through my body as I screamed out in the most breathless orgasm I could remember. My vagina was pulsing and I saw Jonny's face riddled with delight as I came all over his hand for him to see. My hand reached out and found his right hand, and I pushed it against me, still in orgasm. I had come so loudly, we heard next door's dog bark. I quietened down as the tense muscles around my pussy relaxed. I let go and collapsed on the table, untensing my legs and finally regaining to ability to breathe properly, my breasts heaving with my chest. He removed his thumb from my clit, which had become very sensitive, but left his fingers inside me, still rubbing in and out but in a much slower motion. He waited for me to lean back up towards him again before taking them out, bringing with them a generous amount of my come. It made his fingers glimmer and I smiled as I looked at it, about to tell him I couldn't remember the last time I was that wet when he hushed me with his own words.

"You suck this mess from my fingers and I'll lick you dry."

He held his dirty fingers towards my mouth. I had never tasted my own cum before, only when I had kissed Karl after he'd been down on me. I hesitated, but realised it was something I really want to do. I was even more tempted by Jonny's offer. I leant forward and sucked his fingers, exploring them with my tongue and making me moan in pleasure as I licked and sucked every last bit of my orgasm from him. As he took his fingers away I tasted my juices and felt turned on by the sweet taste. Jonny leant forward and plunged his tongue into my mouth, stealing what he could of my juice. Satisfied, he pulled away and we both swallowed, taking in the dramatic and sweeter taste of female come. He took my hand and looked at me longingly.

"Come on," he said. I began to jump back off the table and he pulled me along desperately. He stopped to kiss me in the hallway and pushed me up against the wall, groaning hungrily into my kiss. 

"I want to taste you some more-you taste sweeter than anyone else I've been with," he informed me. Wanting to stay downstairs I walked into the living room. He followed me. I headed towards the couch but he insisted on lying me down on a false fur rug in the middle of the floor. I did as I was told, knowing I was to be rewarded. He lay on top of me, his legs either side of my thighs, and kissed me. I didn't notice him reaching up and grabbing some ice cold water then, but soon found myself screaming out as he threw the whole lot over my stomach and chest. My body tensed in shock as I realised what had happened. He smiled at me and began licking me all over. The contrast between the warmth of his tongue and the ice-cold liquid was immensely pleasurable and something I had never experienced before. Once he had licked up every last droplet on my breasts, I felt him tugging at my panties in urgency. I lifted my buttocks up and pressed my hips against his body, allowing him to pull them off before collapsing back into the fur. He came away from kissing me to get them off altogether, quickly returning to licking me lower and lower, teasing me in a way I thought I'd never know again. As he did, my legs opened wider and wider, ready for his mouth.

"What do you want?" he asked quietly. I moaned.

"Your tongue!" I replied impatiently. 

"Where?" I looked at him, knowing he wanted me to take control now. I felt too horny to play teasing games with him and grabbed his head with both my hands, forcing it down between by legs and then pulling it towards me until I felt his warm mouth around my whole place. His tongue suddenly came straight into contact with my clit and he grabbed my upper thighs pulling me closer to him until it would have been impossible for him to breathe. I dug my heels into the rug and pushed against him, moaning louder than I anticipated. He licked up and down, taking in my juices and pressing against me so hard, I could feel myself coming straight away. My legs shook uncontrollably. He mercilessly continued despite my almost begging for him to slow down before it got too much to handle. He ate me all up like his life depended on it, and did so for less than a minute before I loudly reached the point of no return. I clenched clumps of the rug as, yet again, electricity pumped through my body at lightening speed and I grinded against his mouth. He struggled to keep up with the movement of my hips as I burst into orgasm once again. He moaned as my juices flowed into his mouth. As he felt me pulsing he held his tongue still for a moment so I could enjoy it and calm down in good time. Growing bored quickly as he heard my moans settle, I felt his tongue plunge into my hole, making me scream out in pleasure once again. 

"Oh fuck, yeah!!! Oh, you fucking sex god!" I shouted at him as he plunged in and out of me like a trained sex toy. Still his face pressed against my sensitive clit, making it almost unbearable for my over-sensitive clit to take. I let go of the rug I had been balding and found myself clenching his hair. His was long enough so that it wouldn't hurt him for me to pull it this way, but short enough to feel my grasp on it. He finally came up for air, his mouth in a wet mess. I pulled him towards me to kiss him and wrapped my legs around him, smothering his jeans in pussy juice. I licked all around his mouth to clean my mess up, feeling his day-old whiskers just poking through. He groaned and licked my tongue to steal some of it back. 

"I want to suck your dick 'til you can't stand it anymore," I whispered in his ear.

"I won't be able to take it for long," he told me. I knew that already. I wanted him to come with the same urgency he had made me come. I rolled us over so that I was on top of him. As I brushed his hair back with my fingernails he looked at me as if I was torturing him. I enjoyed seeing it, imagining him feeling orgasm approach as soon as I touched him. I tried to savour the moment; tease him a little by making him wait that little bit longer. 

"I've made a mess of your jeans," I said as I shifted lower so that I could undo his jeans. I did so slowly. It was a big moment for me. Having only slept with one person and having grown up with Jonny, seeing his manhood for the first time seemed strange. He let out a moan as I 'released' his cock, which seemed to have become uncomfortably big to be trapped inside a pair of jeans. I took in the image, finding it hard to believe how turned on he truly was; he looked like he was about to explode! I removed his jeans altogether, pleased by his shyness. He looked so vulnerable waiting for me to do something to him, as I must have done right before his oral escapades on me. I rubbed my hands up his legs until I reached where his thighs met. And massaged him for a while, rubbing my thumbs over the pouch between his balls and anus. Judging by the moan stuck in his throat, I don't think he quite expected that one. I smiled and spread his legs apart. He watched in fascination as I came towards his genitalia to replace my thumbs with my tongue. As I did so he gasped as if he had been suffocated and then shouted: "Holy fuck!... That is amazing...oh shit!" Pleased with myself I continued to lick all around his balls and under them, listening to his moans of pleasure and disbelief. As if I didn't know, he then informed me it was something no one had ever done to him before. I reached up to gently rub the head of his dick and I felt residue all around the tip. Eventually, when I came up for air, we both looked at each other. He was sweating and looked as if he was drugged. 

"I can't believe this is happening with you, Samia." I didn't know what to say to that other than 'me neither', but I didn't want to actually start thinking of how much I was betraying Karl. Instead, I took his penis into my hand and brought my mouth down upon it, taking all of him at once. I smiled to myself as he groaned and I felt his legs twitch the way mine had. I loved inflicting that amount of uncontrollable pleasure on someone.

My mouth moved up and down his impressive dick and I felt him react to each one. I quickened the pace and sucked, licking around the head of his penis and taking in his taste. It was so good I was pretty sure I could carry on for hours. I sucked on it as if we only had moments to live.

"Please...slow...d-down!" he begged. I did so in good time, letting him know I would play by my own rules. I deep-throated him as much as I could handle as I slowed down. He watched me with a look of amazement on his face and I enjoyed making him work hard to hold out and keep his pride intact. I pulled away from his dick then and returned to his balls, using my hand to pleasure him. He made so many noises, any more would've concerned me, but it turned me on to hear the affect I was having on him. I hadn't surprised anyone with my lovemaking for a long time.

I felt him struggle and fidget as he fought the urge to lose control. Once I'd moistened up his testicle area once again, I stopped what I was doing and ordered him onto the couch, wanting a better angle. He jumped up and sat on it before I could even finish my sentence. I crawled along the floor seductively as he watched me. I knelt between his legs.

"Do you want me, Jonny?" I asked 

"Oh God, you have no idea." It felt good to be wanted...needed. I smiled and went down on him again in response. He scratched the couch and thrust upwards deeper into my mouth. I pushed his legs down into the sofa so I was at such an angle I could take him all.

"Oh...don't, Sam, you're gonna..." he cut off, unable to finish his sentence. I could tell he was holding his breath, meaning he was getting ready. I responded by speeding up. He swelled so much his girth was aching my jaw and filling up my whole mouth.

"Oh God...I'm gonna come, Sam I'm gonna come!!" He told me with such desperation, I can only assume he was expecting me to take my mouth away, but there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to receive his pleasure in my mouth and have his orgasm hit the back of my throat to show me how good I had made him feel. I felt him thrust hard then, and with one final yell his hard spunk hit the back of my throat and I felt him pulsing the way I had done before. His orgasm lasted a long time, and I could barely contain all the contents in my mouth. Finally, I moved back and his cock fell from my mouth. I swallowed hard and felt the salty taste dry my throat. He looked at me with a smile on his face, panting and sweating. He looked so masculine and innocently attractive and I couldn't help but smile back.

I got up off the floor and stood above him. I couldn't help checking out his body now. He was bigger than Trinity had ever described and, just as I had imagined, the scar on his stomach stopped just below his hipline and the trail of hair running from his bellybutton ran all the way down to where his pubic hair started. He was neatly trimmed and looked quite the model, sitting there. 

"I'm sorry," he said.

"What for?"

"I knew I'd have a lot of...stuff, so I tried to warn you." I came and sat on his lap, facing him. He was still heavily erect and his breath caught as I did so.

"I was glad of it. It meant I must have turned you on a fair deal." He laughed.

"Well that's one way of putting it, but I think you can still see that," he replied, referring to his hard-on. I kissed him on the lips and he caught me again as I was about to pull away, pulling me into a harder and more passionate kiss.

"You are just incredible," he said as he pulled away for a short moment.

"I'm not done with you yet." I kissed him again and he put his hands on my neck, before running them down my shoulders and arms and finding my hips. With one hand, his fingers found me between the legs again. He moaned feeling how wet I was. When our kiss broke I clenched my butt and thrust my hips towards him. He kissed my breasts and ribs while clenching my buttocks and I made pleasured, peaceful sounds as I moulded into the feeling. He was already sitting quite low from when I had sucked him, but I encouraged him lower still to my stomach. When I stopped him, he looked up at me almost like a puppy dog.

"You still want me?" I asked.

"Samia, I'd willingly kill my own brother to have you right now! But I won't let you do anything you don't want to." "You're sweet, Jonny, but you underestimate me." I kissed him again. "There is nothing I'd rather feel right now than your big piece of meat deep inside me. Can't you feel how wet I am? My pussy in gagging for you and you're worried I don't want this?" I reached down between my legs and scooped up some juice as he watched me. I offered my fingers to him and he sucked and licked my juices right off, making it unbearable for me not to have him inside of me. I took his dick and aimed it at my depths. Lowering myself on to him, we looked into each other's eyes as if we were born-again virgins. Our breathing quickened as I started to move up and down on him. He pulled my body closer towards his and lifted us both up a bit so he could get to us easier. I started moaning louder as I could feel him drive even deeper inside me. If he was any bigger, I don't think I could have took him. 

I sat up straight so my breasts were in line with his mouth. He licked all over them, turning me on to the point where I rocked back and fourth quickly, sliding him in and out of me.

"Holy Shit, that's good, babe...Oh yes," Johnny exclaimed. He sort of pulled me into a hug then and our bodies pressed together as I rode him. His hands slid down my back and onto my butt again. I could feel him take in the movement of my buttocks as I rode him in and out of my steaming pussy. We rocked together, taking in the way the other smelled and felt. He licked the sweat from my chest as I moaned and pressed my pelvis towards his minor thrusts. I was pretty much straddling him, so he could barely move, but the angle allowed me to feel every movement right against my clit. I don't think he realised at that point. We were both concentrating on our own and making it better for the other at the same time. I let out handsome moans as I moved front and back, riding against his hard cock. 

"Talk to me Jonny," I begged. He sat back to look at me better and his hands moved from my butt round to my waist. He slid his hands up until he reached my breasts. He squeezed them and watched my face. 

"You want to come, already, do you?" I answered by groaning. He looked amused and, before I knew it, had picked me up and lifted us off the couch. I didn't know what he was doing, but didn't ask. I couldn't really move, so waited for him to take me over to the other side of the room. At the doorway, he pushed me right up against the cold wood. I gasped in pleasure and excitement, and reached up to hold on to the top of the doorway. I lifted myself up, as Jonny thrust in and out of me. I realised I had never even tried this position before. He was literally grinding against my clit, sending me wild.

"You like that?" he asked

"God, yeah," I managed. 

"It feels so good to be inside you," he whispered, "do you know how long I've wanted this? I've always wanted to see the look on your face as I make you come again and again." he carried on talking as my his thrusts became more urgent and my moans got harder to control. "I can feel your muscles grasp at my dick as I come back out. You've made me so hard, babe. No one's ever made me feel like this before. I just want to lick you out all day long, 'cause you taste so good! Would you like that?"

"Yeah!" I screamed, throwing my head back as I felt an orgasm approaching.

"Yeah? What else do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me!"

"Is that what you want? I'll fuck you 'til you can't take any more. I'll do whatever you want me to do to you until I hear you scream..." With that, I did. He pressed into me so hard, if I wasn't overwhelmed with pleasure, I'd have been in pain. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" I heard him say under my orgasm. "I can feel it, I can feel all your juices coming over my dick." I smiled. "You're out of this world!" Much to my disappointment, he came out of me and put me down on the floor. I looked at him questionably.

"That was killing my arms! I need a break otherwise I'm gonna come." I laughed.

"Where do you want me?" I asked. He nodded towards the couch and I walked over, wanting him back inside me. I bent over the side of it and heard him moan in pleasure as I waited for him. I felt him behind me soon enough. He grabbed my hips before he thrust straight into me with ease. We both groaned as he entered me. He began to thrust slowly but soon enough I demanded "harder". It was like he was waiting for my request. As soon as I said it, he fucked me so hard, I couldn't catch my breath. The couch creaked, unimpressed as I stretched across it and moaned. I could hear him slamming against ass. My legs were jammed between him and the couch. I felt him lift my legs up so I was off the floor. I lay completely helpless across the couch, my ass in the air with my legs. He slammed into me, his balls hitting my clit with every thrust. My breasts were hanging onto the cold leather of the couch and my nipples were so hard with the sensation of being fucked and them rubbing against the leather. I clenched and tightened my hole for him. He let out a huge groan and slowed down, taking in every inch of me. I could tell he was watching his hard cock slide in and out of my dripping wet pussy and it turned me on so much. I could feel that hole area heating up from friction and overwhelming pleasure. His hands went all over my butt, squeezing, rubbing, slapping.

"Oh yeah, that's how I like it," I told him. He responded by thrusting harder and faster agin; giving it to me rough. I screamed out and struggled to recover my clit from growing sensitivity. I dug my nails into the couch and closed my eyes, concentrating on the feelings he was giving me. I could tell he was getting close to coming and I wanted to squeeze out one more orgasm before he did. The sensations of making love to Jonny were so different to Karl, it was turning me on so much to make love in such a more extreme and urgent way. 




A Day to Remember



I was so wet that, under Jonny's moans I could hear here my juices as he thrust in and out of me. He must have been able to tell I was on the edge of coming as he reached under my legs and pressed his fingers against my clit. I screamed and clenched myself around Jonny's cock hard. 

"Oh God, yes!" Johnny screamed out. He slammed me so hard I thought his dick would come out, but I felt it making tis way straight back inside me, deep inside my weeping hole. Tensing, I felt a rush of blood towards my clit as he rubbed it back and fourth in time with his thrusts. I let out a desperate cry as I finally started to orgasm. He removed his fingers, grabbed my hips and concentrated on slamming into me, making my orgasm long and intense. He moaned as he felt me pulse all around his cock and heard me screaming out to him and everyone else who could hear how much pleasure I was in. Before my orgasm ended I could feel Johnny getting carried away and more forceful. I knew he was about to come too and tensed my muscles again, tightly enveloping him inside me. His screams got louder before he held his breath and finally came, filling me up with his spunk. My orgasm ended and my body dropped, exhausted and sweating. He continued to thrust for a while until he had released everything into me and I could feel his dick start to soften. We both moaned when he came out of me. As he moved away I rolled off the couch. We both sat down on it to catch our breath. We didn't speak for a long time, not knowing what to say. It was a situation neither of us had any experience with.

"That was..." he started.

"...Amazing." I said. We looked at each other and he took my hand. 

"Sam..." I shook my head and stopped him. Whatever he was about to say I wouldn't have been able to listen to. I got up and walked over to wear my panties lie. He watched me put them back on. Much to my regret, he looked hurt. 

"That shouldn't have happened, Johnny. I didn't come here for that. You understand that, don't you?" He nodded. I handed him his jeans and left the room, going back to the dining room to retrieve my clothes. He followed me after he had put on his jeans. I was back in my skirt and just putting my top back on. He approached me and tucked my hair behind my ear. I looked at him.

"I really don't stand a chance with you, do I?" he asked. I sighed and looked away. 

"I know I didn't just act like it, but I'm with Karl. And I love him. I haven't ever done that to him before." I looked back at him but he looked away.

"I'm sorry, Jonny. I just never knew you felt that way about me. You will always be special to me." He didn't respond. "...Is it OK for us to be in touch?" I asked after a while. Our eyes met. 

"Of course."

Looking at him, I could tell we both knew that most probably would never happen again. That was almost a year ago now and it hasn't. He's never since made a move on me and we've restored the friendship we used to have. Three months ago, Jonny attended my wedding. Telling Karl we had met up again was hard because I knew how jealous he used to be of him, but he reacted so well to it. It made me feel like shit, but as I lay in bed next to my sleeping husband and write about it, I don't regret a second of it. Jonny made me feel alive and gave me sex I never imagined I'd have. The fact it happened only once makes me memorise and treasure every detail of it. Of course, it's tempting to do it again, but I don't want to be a cheater. I've since made a commitment to Karl and he trusts me. I vow not to break that trust. Despite this I have a lot of fun thinking about what happened that day and my sex life with Karl has improved a lot! With that in mind, I don't eat myself up about what happened. I just hope Karl never finds out about it! 



A Day to Remember



Bindhi had been working as a house maid for the last two years. She had no relatives. Her parents were farmers and they died in the flood of 2000. She is now 20 years old. She had come to work in Major Ramji's house two months back. Major's wife died in an accident three months back. He had no children to take care of him. Since then he was looking for a help in his house. 

Maya auntie who leaves next door had referred Bindhi to the Major and immediately she was hired. Major was a decent man. At 56 he still had an athletic body of 30 year old. He owns many businesses and travels frequently. Bindhi was to manage the house in the absence of Major and is to cook for him when ever he comes home for his long business trips. Ramji is rumored to have a sexual attraction to young girls. But Bindhi had no such experience from him during her stay, Major had been always been caring and loving to her.

She was very much aware of the two eyes that were scanning every inch of her from the house next door while she were tending the plants in the garden the whole time. She had no doubt that it was Arun who was admiring her body. Arun is the only son of Maya auntie who stays next door. Arun is working as a software consultant in the nearby town. At first Bindhi was angry at the guy for watching her all the time, but then she started to love the attention. Her body always responded positively to his searching eyes. Arun was 28 and a bachelor. He is reported to have very few friends. Maya auntie's conversations are mainly about her son. Bindhi came to know about Arun from his mother only. They never had a chance to talk; once or twice they had their eyes locked while he came in between Bindhi's conversations with Maya auntie. She later realized that these intrusions were deliberate attempts from the side of Arun to catch a glimpse of her.

While working in the garden or mopping the terrace he watches her with his eager eyes. She has never forgotten to display her ample cleavage and sexy figure to him. She loved to tease him. She also started wearing tight dresses which highlighted her figure.

She was cooking when the door bell rang. It was Arun at the door as she had desired, but her heart skipped a beat when her wish cam true. Maya auntie had send Arun to check Major's computer for some glitches. Major had told him to check it if possible. He had no reason to decline as Bindhi was there and he will get a chance to known her better. His hormones were at boiling point when he rang the bell of Major's house.

Bindhi was just in her nightgown when she opened the door. The smile on her face was a welcome gesture to him. It was oblivious that she was wearing no bra from the way her medium sized breasts swayed while walking. Her low cut nightgown gave a good view of her beautiful cleavage. He was getting excited inside and was worried whether Bindhi would notice his bulge in the pants.

He had doubts that she was aware of him watching her. He had seen her glancing at him several times. His room was adjacent to Major's house and he could watch most of her movements from his room. Bindhi's room was opposite to his and the open windows sometimes gave him near intimate access to her at times.

Bindhi took him to the computer room. She immediately left the room without talking to him. She was also excited about being alone with him and her wet insides were longing for his touch. She could sense that the emotions were mutual and if she gave her control away everything could happen. She for the time being wanted her burning for him to stop from coming out. So she left the room immediately to make some coffee for him. 

Maya auntie was out of station on some personal matter and Major is only expected to be back next week. She liked her lonely adventures in this house and had started managing things around to Major's liking. This has resulted in Major taking longer trips. The coffee was ready; she went to the computer room to give it to Arun. Arun was busy checking the computer when he came upon one folder that was named "Lolita". He tried to open it, but it was password protected. He was eager to know what was in it, so he took his crack program CD and inserted it in the computer. The crack was successfully done and the folder opened. The password was a shock to him, it was Bindhi's name. He never thought that the Major had hots for Bindhi though he was rumored to have something for young girls. He was delighted at the videos and pics he saw in the folder. He immediately copied all of it into his thumb drive. The computer had some virus and he started the virus scanner software. Then he started to check the folder thoroughly. The pics were all of Bindhi's in varied levels of nudity. It was obvious that Major had hidden cameras in Bindhi's room and the bathroom. 

There was a particular file that caught his eyes. He opened it, there Bindhi was, lying on the bed naked and masturbating. It was really something, her tits, her shaven snatch, long beautiful kegs and pretty ass. Arun was now rubbing vigorously his hard on through the fabric which now was at its full mast. At that moment Bindhi came into the room with the coffee. At first she didn't recognize what was on the computer screen, but a closer look stunned her.

Arun was shocked to see Bindhi at that moment. He tried to close the video, but not without taking some time. She was still standing there shell shocked. She was angry at Arun and enquired him about the video. He was afraid first, but as he saw her calmness, he told her the truth. Inside, Arun was having a war; his eyes now could only see the naked beautiful figure of Bindhi. His lust for Bindhi reached its max.

Bindhi was now crying, he went to her and consoled her. She was not mad at him for seeing or at Major for taking it, but for not being aware of such an intrusion into her personal life without her consent. She liked being naked around and having sex. She had fantasies of having sex with Arun and Major separately and together.

He suddenly went to her room, Arun went behind her to comfort her and say sorry. Entering her room he was treated to the sight of his life. There on the bed fully naked is the girl of his desire waiting for him to ravish her. Bindhi told him to get free his straining friend and to come and sit beside her. Though she wanted it, this was not the way she wanted it. But as he saw her naked in the video she didn't want wait for another time or day. In her mind she was planning a different treat for Major this time for his home coming. 

Arun was all excited and as his clothes came off his straining had on stood full mast breathing the fresh air. Bindhi came near him and took his 8" cock in her soft hands. Wearing just a smile she kissed the precum off his dick. Arun moaned in excitement. 20 year old Bindhi had all he wanted and she is now pleasuring him. The cock slid its full length into her seductive mouth. He couldn't believe his luck. He thrust his hardest cock in and out of her soft mouth now more vigorously. His hands now traveled all over her smooth silky back and stopped at her butter smooth ass cheeks. He groped her ass; it almost melted in his hands. She was moaning with pleasure. She sure was enjoying every bit of his rock hard cock. Her one hand was now busy playing with her clit. She licked the length of his rod and took the balls in her mouth. She tasted his hard dick as if tasting the tastiest lollipop. He realized that he was at the edge and he would come in seconds. Bindhi also realized this and grabbed his dick harder and took the maximum of its length in her mouth. Arun spurted his first cum of the day into her waiting mouth. Like an expert she drank the entire cum. Bindhi wanted more, it tasted wonderful.

She lay back on the bed. Arun climbed on the bed. He put his legs on either side of her. He was on his knees on top of her snatch. Their eyes locked. He kissed gently on her lips. Her lips parted to receive his tongue as though in a trance. He then moved downwards to her neck, she felt juices dripped from her cunt. She had wanted this to happen for sometime and now that it is happening she is at the height of pleasure. She came out from her thoughts as Arun's tongue started to lick on her hard tits. He was enjoying the item of his desire to the max. For him always her medium sized rounded breasts were the highlight of her body. He ravaged on those beauties with his hands and tongue.

The scent of her sweet little pussy welcomed his excited tongue. He had never eaten any cunt in his life, though he had fucked many women. Once he had tried to eat the cunt of his boss, but he couldn't continue there much. Bindhi was different; she has this enigmatic sexual charm which drove him crazy. He would do anything to be with her like this. Arun tongued her vigorously, lapping at her cunt. She tasted like cream and honey to him. His hands clutched her ass holding her pussy in place to feed on her totally. She had a tight cunt which was not explored much. 

She couldn't take anymore. She was having her first orgasm. Though a few men have taken her none had given her this much pleasure. Arun was doing a great job. She came, came twice in to his waiting mouth. Arun fell on to his back near her on the bed. Few minutes later she bends on to his now limp dick and took it in her hands. She began to give him a slow hand job. His cock came back into full glory inside her mouth. She then climbed on him and sat on his erect cock. The monster went inside her ever so easily. She was wet as she has never been. Her nails dug into his body. The passion in both of them was very high. Her mouth found his tits and she started to lick it, bite it and chew it. She was moaning like a wanton whore. He was enjoying every bit of it. She thrust her cunt on his cock and fucked him hard.

Arun held her and made her lie below him. He pounded her like an animal. His cock was reaming and stretching the entire stretch of her cunt. She wiggled her hips, milking him dry. She fucked back, sliding the sheath of his cock back and forth. There both of them were coming and they came together. The first cum was shot, deep into her and filling her.

She was a satisfied woman now. She took his hand and guided him to her bathroom. The cold shower on their body was like a cleansing rain. But the cold water had something else in store for them. With the cold settling in Arun's dick started to grow and it regained its full length and breadth within seconds. Bindhi was wet, not only from the water but also from between her thighs. Her pussy was sore from the hard fuck they had minutes ago. She asked him to do her doggy style in the ass. Arun was awestruck; he had wanted to put it in the ass ever since he started fucking around. But no women he fucked had yielded to his wish. Bindhi was now on her knees bending forward on the floor of the bathroom for him to have her in her ass. Bindhi felt his cock searching her ass hole from behind. She was busy tickling her clit when the hard rod was pushing into her from behind. She was very tight; Arun was having difficulty in putting his dick in her ass. It was a painful sex for both, but both of them wanted it. Arun had to pie, she just told him to pie on her. Arun was stunned at her request but this was real exciting though kinky. He pied on her breasts and flat smooth belly. This made the scene all the more electric. Bindhi took his dick in her mouth and licked the whole of it. Her saliva acted as the lubricant. Arun now put his dick in her ass with much ease. He started to pound her slow first then as passion grew he was fucking her ass harder and harder. Her hand reached behind and she cupped his ass, holding him close to herself. She was having her third orgasm of the day. She stimulating her clit and him pounding her ass made her come once more immediately. This time Arun also came in her ass.

The sensation of coming in her ass was great. She also felt great though she had slight pain due to the hard fucking.

They both washed in the shower together and slept on her bed naked for hours holding each other. It was late evening when they woke up. Arun got dressed up. Bindhi was beginning to get dressed. Arun asked her to not wear anything till he leaves. Together they came to the front door. The sight of her nude body hugging to him was something to watch. On reaching the front door, Arun planted a kiss on her lips. Lips entwined they stood there for sometime. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and he sucked on it hard. Walking to her room after Arun left, she had a smile that told how satiated she were.



A Day to Remember



"Hey," I said, walking into his house.

"Hey," he said back.

We both walked into his living room and turned on the video game console.

"We're playing COD4, right?" I asked.

"Of course." He replied.

We played for a few minutes, and then the doorbell rang.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Jesse." Mike ran down the stairs and let Jesse in through the door. Jesse and Mike went back up the stairs and we all continued to play COD4.

"Hold on," Mike said, "let me change into something a little more...comfortable." He left, and Jesse and I looked at each other strangely but continued to play COD4.

About two minutes later her came down in a white bathrobe that went two-thirds down to his knee. We looked at him funnily but all played the video game.

"It's getting really hot in here," Jesse said. He took off his jeans and revealed a pair of blue-plaid boxers. Through one of the boxer legs I could see his long and delicate penis, his scrotum, and a neatly-trimmed pubic-hair region. His penis was about four inches flaccid. Jesse noticed me looking at his member. "What, would you like to touch it?"

"Um, sure," I replied. Jesse took off his shirt and boxers and revealed a lightly-toned body and hairless armpits. I leaned over to touch his member, but he said "ah-ah-ah, not yet. You have to take off your clothes too."

So I did, and took off my pants, shirt, and boxers. My penis was already beginning to become erect, and I was a little embarrassed. At the site of my penis, Jesse's own began to become erect. Jesse got up and whispered into my ear, "suck it," and delicately licked my cheek. This made me very excited and I felt as if I had to cum. I looked over at Mike and saw him massaging his penis through his bathrobe. I got on my knees and started to play with Jesse's almost-hardened penis. It quickly became fully erect, and was about seven inches in length, compared to my six.

"Can I just masturbate you, at least for now?

"Go ahead," Jesse said. I sat down on the couch beside him and with my right hand I pumped his member. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open. "Faster," he said, and started to moan.

"Mike, come over here," I said. He walked over to me and I said quietly, "take off your robe and suck me, please." He did as he was told and the sight of his erect penis, which was also about six inches, made me cum. My semen exploded all over Jesse's torso and he came too. His cum shot at least three feet into the air and he squealed as his semen came out in short, quick bursts. The orgasm that I had was extremely intense, the best one I ever had, but I was still extremely hard. "Lick me clean," I ordered Mike, for there was still some cum on my penis head. He got on his knees and started to lick the cum off of my member. Eventually it was cleaned, and without me asking to, Mike started to suck me. Jesse was also still erect, and I continued to masturbate him. He occasionally squealed and moaned.

The feeling of my penis in Mike's mouth was incredible. I felt his tongue delicately massaging my engorged member inside his mouth. His saliva was warm and moist, and he stroked the base of my penis, even though he already had a good five inches in his mouth.

Mike, also, at this point, exploded and cum shot everywhere. Some of it got on my chest and others got on Jesse's pale, but sexy legs. "Oh, god," Jesse screamed, and both he and I orgasmed at the same time again. He leaned over and started to kiss me, and his right hand stroked the right side of my face. Mike was still sucking me, and I was still masturbating Jesse.

After we had all orgasmed another three or for times, the three of us laid on the couch, exhausted. I rested upon Jesse's chest, and Mike played with my now-flaccid penis.

I felt horny again, so I got up and said, "Mike, let me suck you. Let me suck you harder than you've ever been sucked. I want you to cum, hard."

This made him very excited, and he got up so that I could suck his now engorged member.

Jesse also seemed to get very excited, as he said "Suck me too. Suck both of us." I was intrigued by this idea, but did not know if I could fit BOTH cocks in my mouth. However, I was very willing to try. Jesse got up and stood next to mike, and both boys were in front of me as I was sitting on the couch.

Before I could make any move, Mike grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. I grabbed Jesse's cock and pulled him closer to me so that I could put his member in my mouth.

It was a very tight squeeze, but I could fit both penises into my mouth. My mouth was filled with luscious cock and I was loving every moment of it. I started to move my head back and forth and managed to get at least four or so inches of each of their cocks into my mouth. The feeling must have been very erotic for both Jesse and Mike, because besides being sucked on, their dicks were rubbing against each other inside my mouth.

Since I had two free hands, I decided to massage both of their scrotums. Jesse had large, perfectly-shaped balls, and Mike had small balls but still a very large scrotum.

I delicately moved their testicles in between my fingers and I could hear them groaning in pleasure.

"Make me cum now, make me cum now," Jesse shouted, "I need to cum. Go faster. Feel my large, hard cock in your mouth." He took my head and shoved it against his body so that all of his cock was in my mouth. I felt like I had to vomit so I took both cocks out of my mouth. Because of all the stimulation, Jesse's pale and straight, but beautiful, cock had grown to at least eight inches, and Mike's fat, dark member had grown to about seven.

Mike did not have that much pubic hair, but I caringly stroked it before sucking both of them again.

"Go ahead," Mike said, "suck me up until I cum. Harder than ever." This made me very excited, so I put both Jesse and Mike's penises back into my mouth and started stroking their thighs. With my tongue I licked their penis heads while they were inside my mouth. I made my tongue go in circular motions around each penis and I could hear Jesse squealing, for he was very vocal. I could also hear both of their breathing get rhythmic as I moved my mouth back and forth around their luscious, thick shafts.

Magically, both Mike and Jesse came at the same time. I could feel the cum flowing through their penises as the white liquid came out of their openings.

They both must have had intense orgasms, because they both audibly screamed.

Cum was flooding into my mouth and dripping out the sides of it. It was too much to hold in so I took one gulp and swallowed as much as I could. The rest just slipped out of my mouth and fell onto couch.

After both Mike and Jesse had taken their cocks out of my mouth, they gave each other a look that was quite mysterious to me. They smiled at each other, and then went down on me. Jesse put my stiff cock in his mouth, and mike went in between my spread legs and sucked on my balls. With all the stimulation, my legs started to shake like mad. I could feel Jesse expertly moving his tongue around my shaft and head. I was getting so much pleasure that my penis was HURTING - in a good way, of course.

My scrotum was being caressed in a way previously unimaginable. Mike was gently sucking on different parts, and it felt as if my balls were going to explode with semen.

Of course, in a matter of only thirty seconds, I came harder than I had ever came before. I could feel my cock throbbing as it let out load after load of hot, sticky, and white cum. My body shot up and shook for what seemed like hours. Jesse's eyes shut close as he swallowed what seemed like gallons of semen. After he took my engorged member out of his mouth, he saw that there was a small drop of cum on my penis head, and lovingly and caringly licked it up and smiled at me.

Mike gave one final lick of my balls and then stood up.

"Rotate?" Jesse said exhaustedly, and laughed.



A Day to Remember



Kittyn awoke knowing it was the day. She had visualized this day many times, never really believing it would actually happen. Daddy had taken her fantasy and turned it into reality. She had been put to bed early last night with instructions to sleep late, but not too late. She stretched and got herself out of bed. She decided to take a long, hot shower to loosen up her muscles and allow herself to be perfectly groomed. Daddy had taken her to a spa yesterday, getting her a full Brazilian wax, as well as getting her legs waxed. She loved the silky feeling of her now smooth skin. Daddy had also said that if she was a good girl today, he'd take her back tomorrow for a full spa day. 

She stepped into the hot spray, lathering up her favorite vanilla body washing and cleansing her skin. She washed her long red hair, and treated herself to a deep conditioning treatment. She rinsed her hair and stood for a few moments under the hot spray, letting her muscles relax. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in an oversized fluffy towel. After drying off, she rubbed an exotic scented oil into her skin, making it gleam in the light. She selected a short skirt and low cut blouse, knowing that she wouldn't be in them for long. She put on a pair of heels and smiled as Daddy walked into the room. 

"Are you ready, kittyn?" He smiled as he looked her over. 

"Yes Daddy, are we going now?" 

"Yes pet, it is time to go." Daddy gently tied a blindfold over her eyes and attached a leash to her collar. He led her outside and settled her safely in the car. The blindfold would not come off until the end of the evening, after the festivities. They drove in comfortable silence, kittyn lost in her thoughts. 

The car stopped and Daddy got out. A moment later he was back and they drove a short distance more. He stopped the car and got out, walking around to her side. He kissed her softly then led her from the car into a building. He greeted a few people, men by the sound of their voices. "Ok pet, strip," he commanded her. 

Kittyn silently took off her clothes and stood naked. Daddy silently moved her into position, bent over a padded sawhorse. He secured her wrists and ankles to the rests that had been attached to the sawhorse. He checked to make sure she had good circulation, but couldn't move. He walked around to the front of her and gently placed the bit gag between her lips, securing it behind her head. He attached a chain to her nipple piercings and attached that chain to the sawhorse so that it applied a bit of tension. If she jerked or moved, there would be a sharp pull on her nipples. He knelt down so his mouth was at her ear. "Are you ready, my precious pet?" 

Kittyn smiled around the gag. She didn't know what was going to happen beyond what Daddy told her yesterday. She would be fucked. By many men. She had no control over the situation. There was no stopping the situation if she wanted to. Daddy would be supervising, but short of permanent harm to her, she doubted he would stop the goings on. She nodded to let Daddy know she was ready. 

Daddy moved behind kittyn and brought a crop down hard on her ass. She yelped and jumped, making the chain attached to her nipples tug unbearably. She whimpered as Daddy laid 9 more stripes across her ass. Without warning he grabbed her hips and thrust into her ass in one stroke. Kittyn screamed behind her gag and struggled to get away. Tears trickled down her face as Daddy continued raping her ass, thrusting as far into her as he could. He was not stopping, nor was he being gentle. She whimpered and cried as the pain continued. Slowly, the pain lessened to a bearable amount and she began to enjoy Daddy fucking her ass. She had forgotten about the on lookers until someone came and rubbed a hard cock against her face. There were people watching! She whimpered and tried to move her head away. The man grabbed her hair and held her head as he rubbed his cock across her face. Daddy continued to fuck her and she moaned, finally enjoying being used. "You like that little slut?" Daddy asked as he continued to fuck her. "Do you want to cum?" 

Kittyn whimpered and nodded. She was enjoying the sensation of being fucked while being watched by who knows how many onlookers. "Then cum, now!" Daddy commanded. 

Kittyn moaned as she crested and orgasmed. The feeling was incredible. She heard Daddy moan and felt him tense as he came in her ass. He stood for a moment then pulled out. Someone else came behind her and thrust into her pussy. Kittyn whimpered around the gag. It was a decidedly different feeling getting fucked by someone that wasn't Daddy. This cock was a bit longer than Daddy's but thinner. He pumped her hips, fucking her in an animalistic way, focusing purely on his pleasure and the sensations he was feeling. He lasted a few moments, then came, filling her pussy with his seed. 

This continued for some time, kittyn losing track of time and space as she floated on the sensations. Various men came and filled her pussy and ass with their seed. Sometimes she was being whipped, flogged, spanked, or cropped. She had no idea how many men had taken her. She had lost count after five different cocks had filled her. She whimpered each time someone entered her, as she was sore, and none of them had used any lubricant. She was dimly aware of the sound of people leaving gradually. 

Daddy smiled down as his kittyn as the last man pumped her full of his seed. She had taken twenty different men in the last five and a half hours, some of them more than once. He could see the exhaustion on her face. As the last man finished, clothed himself, and left, he gently began stroking the back of His kittyn. It was a sign of her tiredness that she didn't whimper or move, as she was usually quite ticklish there. He gently released her wrists and ankles from their bondage and removed the gag. He held a glass of soda up to her lips, encouraging her to take more than just a small sip. 

She slowly took a few sips from the straw, each one a bit more. She was physically and mentally exhausted. She didn't realize quite yet that she was done with this event. Her body ached from the whippings she had gotten in addition to the men using her body to sate their lust. 

Daddy gently encouraged His kittyn up, and got her into a chair. He covered her with a blanket, and held the soda up to her lips again. She drank a bit more, then sniffled as a few tears ran down her cheeks. Daddy wrapped his arms around her, whispering words of love into her ear. After a while, she began to move a bit, and Daddy took this as a sign it was time to get her up. He stood her up and lovingly dressed her in the discarded clothing. He helped her to the car, securing her snugly, and whisked them off to the hotel room he had rented for the night. 

They stopped at the front entrance of the hotel, and he went inside to get their room key. He came back and drove to the room, helping kittyn inside the hotel and then into their suite. He settled her on the couch and told her it would only be a moment and he would be back. 

Daddy went into the oversized bathroom and ran the water from the faucet in the tub until it was as hot as he could stand. He smiled as the water started filling the huge whirlpool tub. He added fragrant aromatherapy oils to the tub. While the tub finished filling, he lit the aromatherapy oil burner and the scented candles he brought, and placed them all over the room. He turned the water off, and sprinkled white rose petals on the surface of the water. He closed the door behind him to allow the aromas to fill the air. 

Kittyn waited for Daddy to return. Her body ached, and she wasn't sure what she wanted more: to sleep or a shower. She felt herself nodding off even as she struggled to wait for Daddy to return. 

Daddy smiled at the sleeping kittyn. He had only been gone about five minutes, but already she was asleep. He sat beside her and gently kissed her, waking her up slowly. "I have a treat for you now, pet. Come this way." He helped her stand, and slid her out of the clothing. He tugged her along to the bathroom door. Opening the door, he led her through and closed the door behind her. He kissed her while reaching around to untie the blindfold. 

The blindfold fell away, and kittyn blinked to clear her vision. She was in a room filled with candles. It smelled of lavender, citrus, and green tea, her favorite scents. She looked at the whirlpool tub and began to cry. It was so beautiful with rose petals floating on the steaming water. 

Daddy looked down at His beloved kittyn. "Why are you crying kittyn?" 

She took the step forward to be in his arms and mumbled against his chest, "You are so wonderful Daddy." 

He smiled and helped her into the tub. She gasped as the hot water touched her sore skin. She sank into the fragrant water and smiled as Daddy shed his clothes. His cock was hard, but he made no move to take her. Instead, he entered the water with her and gently began washing her body with his hands and a bar of lavender soap. He shampooed her hair, and then rinsed it. He moved to sit behind her in the tub, and let her lean into him. He turned the whirlpool jets on and smiled as she relaxed against him. 

After the water had cooled, he gently tugged on her hair. "Time to get out of the tub kittyn." She moved, and he got out, got a towel, and helped her out. He wrapped her in the towel and led her to the bed. After drying her off, he rubbed lavender lotion into her skin and smiled as she stretched like her namesake. "Ready for bed, pet?" 

"In a bit, Daddy," she replied with a grin. She leaned forward and took his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked him, concentrating on the head. He buried his hands in her hair and held her head as he fucked her mouth. He grew hard and heavy. "That's it, you are getting fucked." He stated, flipping her over, bending her over the bed, and thrusting into her pussy. She moaned and pushed back against him as he thrust into her, hard and fast. She felt her orgasm building and begged to for release. "Not yet. You will cum with me." He pumped her hips until he felt his orgasm crest. "Now pet!" They came together. He collapsed on the bed next to her, and she snuggled up with him. "I love you, kittyn. You are such a special creature." 

She smiled. "I love you too Daddy." 

They fell asleep in each others arms.



A Day to Remember



It was a cold stormy day and there was nothing to do. I was so bored. I decided to go to the local movie theater and see what was playing. 

It was some action flick. I am a sucker for soft core porn. I sat in the back for this very reason. It was getting hot between the boy and the girl. There were barely any other people in the theater. I started jacking through my pants. I couldn't stand it any longer. No one was looking. I pulled it out. I was enjoying myself. The scene had moved on but I didn't care. I continued on. I had closed my eyes apparently because I felt someone tap me on the shoulder without seeing them coming. I quickly put it away saying, "Sorry, sir I got a little carried away." I called him sir because I noticed that he had the uniform from the movie theater and a little name tag. 

The scene became lighter and I could see his nametag. Erik. He said, "No, I was just wondering if you wanted any help?"

I said, "Well, I'm not really gay if you mean from you..."

"Damn." He seemed angry.

"I'm sorry to make you angry," I whispered as not to disturb the other guests.

"It's totally fine," he said obviously still wanting something. I could see a little tent in his khakis. "But have you ever tried it with a guy before?"

"Well, to tell you the truth I've never been laid. I just turned 19 last week."

"It's time to try," He said in a leading tone.

"Umm..," I stammered.

"Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes if you are interested." He left with a smile.

"How could I?" muttered the voice in my head. I didn't know what to do. I hadn't even had sex with a girl yet let alone experimented with guys. My penis disagreed with the voice in my head. He was standing at attention saying, "I really want to do something better than your hand." 

I nervously rose from my seat, putting my hands in my jeans pocket to conceal my treasure. I walked out took a left and went to the bathroom. I started whistling as I entered. I always whistled when I was nervous. I knew this would be an experience to remember. 

I could see some feet inside one of the stalls. The door was not locked. I pushed it open slowly. As I entered I saw a man, older than I, but he was not the movie theater clerk. However, he was jacking off. As I opened the door I apologized. He didn't even pay attention to me until after his cum came out. He got a little spot on his shirt. 

"It's totally fine, dude. Guess my wife has a little cleaning to do." He walked out. 

I check the other stalls, nobody. I waited for a few minutes and then decided that he was just pulling my leg. As I was walking out, I passed somebody. It was he. He pushed me back into the restroom, apologizing that he took so long.

We went to the far handicapped stall. He told me, "I know this is your first time so I will be your guide today."

"Okay," I responded.

"No talking," he said, "just do what I say."

I nodded.

"Now take off your clothes." I began to rip them off as quickly as I could. "Slow down," said he. I took my clothes off in the slowest sexiest way I could. First, I took off my shirt rubbing my ruby red nipples as it came off. "That's the shit I'm talking about," he interrupted. I pulled it off the rest of the way and got rid of it.

I then unbuttoned my jeans, still rubbing my nipples with my other hand. Zip. They fell to the floor. I stepped out of my skater shoes and jeans at the same time. "I love your underwear. Let me take it off though." I had a pair of white boxers with red hearts.

He bent to his knees and bit the elastic, ever so gingerly, with his teeth. He removed them slowly down my legs. I thought this was rather skillful. 

When he got them to the floor, I stepped out of them. He took his hot tongue and starting with my ankle slowly licked all the way up to my knees, then to my belly and then all the way up to my mouth into a kiss. His red hot lips set me on fire. My tongue and his were mixed together as if they were in one mouth. 

After a good few minutes of kissing, he disrobed as well. I was looking at his hard-on compared to mine. His was slightly larger and pointed at an upward angle whereas mine was a wee bit longer than his pointing almost straight out. Another slight difference was he was shaved and I had a bush.

He sat me down on the toilet. He masterfully took my sack in hand and my head in his mouth. This was the best feeling I had had on my penis since forever. He licked around the rim of my penis. I was circumcised unlike him. 

He moved his head at first slowly, but then quickly up and down my penis, masturbating himself with the other hand at the same rate. He stopped for a second. He said, "Now that you are all wet..." He didn't finish that phrase but I knew what he was about to do.

He turned his body round. This was not that difficult in the large handicapped space. I slapped his ass, as I had seen porn stars do. He said, "Feisty. I like it that way." His sculpted bottom slowly plunged over my dick engulfing it. He turned his head and gave me another quick kiss. 

He began moving up and down rather rapidly on my dick. This was such an intense feeling of pleasure I cannot describe it. I could feel the muscles in his anus contracting over my penis. I saw his dick as well he was jacking it to a prefect rhythm of what he was doing to me.

Suddenly, I saw a spurt of white come out from in front of me. He had cummed. It went all over the floor. Better than the most impressive ejaculation I had ever had. He went at least 4 feet in front of him. This made me so hot. 

Less than a minute later I went off inside his ass. He said, "I'll take your cum." As I finished off, I saw his butt move off of me. The sticky strands of white goodness flowing from his ass made me wonder what it felt like. I was certainly not ready to try yet. 

He said, "Same time again next week."

I replied, panting, "Of course, but let's meet here and then go to my place." 




A Day to Remember



It was a warm July afternoon and Stephen had enjoyed the weekend at his sister's celebrating his thirty third birthday. Now he was looking forward to a couple of days off work so he could finish off his book and hopefully get it to the proof reader by the following weekend. He had been working on his novella for over a year now. A story of sex, political intrigue and betrayal. He had suffered a bit of writers' block a few months ago, but had got back into it and had just to put the finishing touches to it and it would be done. As he turned a corner onto a minor road, which was a short cut he knew, a car was partially in a ditch at the side of the road. He pulled up to check what was going on. He didn't think it had been abandoned as the car's lights were on. As he got nearer, he could see a figure in the driver's seat.

He was worried. What would he find? Were they hurt? He was able to open the passenger door and speak to the driver, who was a young woman. She seemed uninjured but was distressed.

'Hello, are you OK?'

'Oh thank God, I was so scared!'

'Are you OK, does anything hurt?'

'I think so, but I can't get out.'

Stephen reached down and took the girl's hand.

'It's alright, get old of my arm and I'll pull you out gently.'

The girl unfastened her seatbelt and held onto Stephen's arm and he managed to extricate her from her position. A minute later she was standing on the road with him, none the worse for her accident.

'What happened?' Asked Stephen.

'Oh, this fox ran out and I tried to swerve and lost control. Stupid fox!'

'Yes indeed.'

'I know, it got away though, so...'

'But you're OK though?'

'Yeah, just shook up really, but I was so scared of being trapped here and starving to death or something.'

'I think someone would have come before that, but it is a bit lonely here yes. Where are you going, can I give you a lift?'

'I'm on the way home from Uni for the summer.'

'Oh, where is home?'

'Oxfordshire.'

'Oh flip, that's a long way. I think your car might be bust, the chassis has punctured your nearside tyre look. Are you in the RAC or anything?'

'No.'

'Oh, well you're a long way from home. I can give you a lift to mine if you like and maybe we can organise something to get you to Oxfordshire.'

'Oh that would be nice, thanks. Not sure what to do with my car though.'

'I know, we'll think of something.'

Stephen chauffeured her into his car and transferred her suit case from her boot to his and set off for the remaining nine miles to his house. It was nice to be a Good Samaritan. He liked helping people. He looked at the girl as he drove. She was charming and quite sweet-looking. Now that the panic was over he could relax and just be a man. Even in her slightly flustered state, he thought she was quite cute. 

'My name is Stephen by the way.' He said, breaking the brief silence after he had driven away. 

'Oh yes, I'm Emma.'

'Pleased to meet you Emma.'

She smiled at him. Stephen thought she had a lovely smile. It made her light green eyes light up.

'What are you studying at Uni then?'

'Psychology, second year.'

'Oh, you're 19 then?'

'Yes that's right. You guessed me.'

'Ha ha yes, well...

They chatted about various things for the remainder of the journey. Emma seemed comfortable enough with him, so his ego was on a high. 

'What do you do for a living?' Asked Emma.

'I work for a landscape architect.'

'Oh, that sounds interesting.'

'It's OK yes. I specialise in surface and drainage.'

'Erm...maybe not quite so interesting!'

They both laughed.

After 20 minutes they arrived at Stephen's house and he took her luggage in and showed her through to the kitchen, where he had a nice breakfast bar and comfortable stools with the high backs. 

'I'll put some coffee on then, unless you want a cold drink?'

'No, coffee is fine. You've got a nice place, do you live on your own?'

'Yes at the mo, I do. Enjoying a spell of bachelorship!'

'Oh OK, that's cool - free and single eh?'

'Yes indeed. Work hard and play hard - that's me.'

'Ha ha I bet.'

As they chatted Stephen was quietly looking at her. She had lovely long sandy blonde hair, which fell into little natural ringlets over the front of her shoulders. She couldn't have been more than five feet five. She was wearing a summery cotton frock and grey leggings. Stephen liked leggings. All the students were wearing them in town before the holidays. She was altogether quite petite. Emma clearly didn't have a big bust, but they looked to Stephen like a nice shape. He tried to keep things in perspective though. Stephen had a naughty side, but he was doing the girl a favour, there was no place for his lechery. 

'I need to ring my parents, they would have been expecting me later.'

'OK, well the phone is through there, be my guest.'

Emma went into the dining room and made a call to her parents. She explained about the accident and that she was OK. The issue of getting to Oxfordshire from York was discussed and Emma assured them she would be back on track shortly. At least that was the intention. When she had finished the brief conversation she returned to the kitchen. Her big doleful eyes cut through Stephen's soul like a knife through putty.

'Stephen?'

'Yes?'

'I know this is a cheek after you've been so kind already, but do you think I could stay here tonight?'

'Of course you can. My niece stayed here last week, so the bed is aired. Do you want a bath or a shower, I can put the hot water on.'

'A bath would be great. You're lovely.'

Emma got up off the stool and gave Stephen a kiss on the cheek. 

'Oh. I wasn't expecting that.'

'I know. Well thanks, I appreciate it.'

'OK. More coffee? Ooh, I've got some chocolate cookies too.'

They sat drinking their coffee and munching cookies, exchanging thoughts about psychology and life in general. Thus far Stephen had managed to suppress any feelings of impropriety he might have, especially with her staying the night etc. It must have been the country air at his sisters, which had cleansed his mind and body, he thought. Emma finished her coffee and Stephen fetched her a clean bath towel. She had her own robe and soap, although he pointed out that she was free to avail herself of any of the smellies that he had, which his sister left from time to time. Stephen's plans had now been turned upside down rather. It was a little inconvenient having to put up his new, young friend, but she presumably would be only there for the one night, which he could cope with. He really wanted to lose himself in his novel. That would be impossible as it was. 

Stephen sat quietly for a while and his thoughts turned to what he might make for tea. He wanted to be a good host. He wondered what might have happened if he had not come along when he did. When would she have been found? If she was, who would have found her. The various alternatives concerned him, but he shook off such silly thoughts and stared out of the window at a Thrush, which was fighting with a worm in the lawn. He was about to get his camera, when he heard a sound on his stair case and then Emma appeared in a pink dressing gown. He did a double take when he saw her. Her hair was still damp and she had a lovely glow about her. As she walked, with her little steps into his dining room, he could smell the shower gel. It seemed to be vaporising out of her gorgeous, young, hot body.

'Ah, I feel so much better now. All lovely and fluffy!'

'Awww, you look fluffy. I like the robe.'

'Yes, this is my fave one. I always take it with me on trips.'

'I was just going to make something for tea. Do you like smoked mackerel?'

'Yes, I like fish.'

'Good, it's caught locally. Well, if you can call 30 miles local.'

'Bet it will be lovely.'

'OK, do you want to sit on the patio, it's quite warm out. I've just opened a Lambrusco.'

'Trying to get me tipsy eh?'

'Nooo.'

'Ha ha, I was joking.'

'OK. If you don't mind me saying, you look lovely though.'

'Thanks. In what way?'

'Just lovely and I don't know. Radiant.'

'Thanks.'

Emma smiled and took her drink onto the patio. Stephen watched her bottom wiggle as she walked. Emma stopped and turned. Stephen adjusted his gaze. She smiled again. Suddenly he felt an air of sexual tension developing. He really would have to try and be extra good. No shenanigans. After he had washed some salad he joined Emma on the patio. A Blackbird sang from his little orchard.

'You have a lovely garden Stephen. It's quite big.'

'Yes, I've done a lot of work on it.'

'You can tell. I love gardens.'

'What did you tell your Mum and Dad?'

'I said I was OK. My car was written off and was being put up by a nice man.'

'Thanks. We will have to get your car fixed in the morning. I don't go back to work till Wednesday, so we can organise something tomorrow, if that's OK?'

'Yes, it's fine. My poor little car though, all scrunged.'

'I know, I'm sure it will be OK.' Stephen smiled sardonically. 

'Is the wine OK?' He asked.

'Yes, nice and refreshing just, the job.'

Emma put her glass down and wriggled her shoulders.

'Are you OK?' Asked Stephen.

'Yes, just a bit tense in my shoulder from the crash.'

'Oh. Erm...'

Emma ran her index finger around the edge of the glass and looked at Stephen with her big green eyes.

'Would you mind just giving my shoulder a little massage?'

Stephen gulped and flushed slightly. Emma looked at him quizzically.

'If that's OK.' She continued.

'Yes.'

He got up and stood behind her. Placing both hands on her shoulders he massaged them with gentle pressure. He rubbed them through her dressing gown. As he did so, the garment became a little looser and he found that his hands were now occasionally stroking the bare skin on the base of her neck. She felt soft and warm. He started to feel aroused and stopped abruptly.

'Oh, I was enjoying that.'

'OK, sorry.'

He continued to massage her and found almost involuntarily that his hands were straying down her front a little, just past her collar bone. Her dressing gown was now quite open at the front and he found he could see her breasts and a lovely pair of erect, dark pink nipples. She had small but wonderfully pert boobs. He stopped again.

'Oh shit.'

'What's the matter Stephen?'

He turned round to hide his erection and paced up his garden a little way.

'Nothing it's OK. I'm just..'

'What?'

He turned as it had subsided quite a bit, but Emma could still tell.

'You're just so lovely Emma. Massaging you like that, it made me... no, please forget it, I'll get the tea ready.

As he walked inside, she called him back.

'What?'

'It's OK. Don't worry.'

'I feel embarrassed.'

'Don't be.'

Stephen gave her an uncertain glance and went to prepare the food. A minute later Emma appeared. 

'I'm just going up to get dressed.'

'Oh, yes, your room - sorry! I'm clueless sometimes.'

Stephen rubbed his hands on a towel and took Emma upstairs. He showed her into a single-bedded room. It was tastefully decorated with pastel shades and light pink curtains.

'Ooh this is nice.' 

'Yes, the sun gets in here in the afternoon.'

'I like that picture of the dolphin.'

'Yes, I love dolphins. They bring positive energy apparently.'

'They're sweet!'

'Yes, well I'll carry on and let you get sorted. Just yell if you need anything!'

'OK thanks Stephen..'

He went to go, but she caught his sleeve. He looked at her, wondering what she meant. She held his arm and kissed him on the cheek again.

'What was that for?'

'Just everything.'

'I'm sorry bout before. It was unnecessary. You just wanted a massage. I get a bit hot under the collar sometimes.'

'You're just a red-blooded male, nothing wrong with that.'

'Ha, I know, but I should have more self control.'

'It's OK Stephen. You don't need to apologise.'

'OK thanks. I'll see you in a bit.'

Stephen left her to dress and he finished preparing his salad. He set everything out on the dining table, leaving the French doors ajar. There was just a warm, summer breeze and there was the faint aroma of lavender and the buzz of the bees. 

He opened a half bottle of Chardonnay as she appeared again. She was now wearing quite a tight pink top and a faded denim skirt. It was quite short. Her grey leggings had been replaced by black tights.

'Gosh you look nice!'

'Really, this is just my normal stuff.'

'Well I like it.'

Emma smiled rather coyly.

'Anyway, dinner is served.'

'I'm starving!'

'OK, well tuck in.'

They sat down and Stephen passed her some bread .

'Hmmm.. This is nice, you can tell it's fresh.'

'Good, just a little something I rustled up. I wasn't sure if you wanted to gout for something, but I'd got enough so...'

'No, this is just great.'

Stephen was happy to be caring for her, but felt a flash of excitement, by having her there too. She was young and vibrant and intriguing. She had an air of maturity about her, which interested him. She was a girly girl, without being shallow or immature. He studied her as they spoke, without making it obvious. When she had finished the meal, she sat back in her chair and ruffled her golden locks. Stephen gazed at her, How he wanted to run his fingers through her hair. His time with her seemed to be moving through phases. There was the girl in distress - him coming to her aid. Then she was just a girl. Then there was the initial wow! Factor. Then he began to feel randy, which he tried to suppress and now he was feeling comfortable with her. Not just comfortable, but relaxed. It was like he had gone through the wall. He could admire her. He wanted to love her. 

'Do you feel like a little walk?' He asked, when he had cleared the tea things away. 

'Erm..yes.'

'There's a little willow holt and a pond with dragonflies.'

'Dragonflies! Cool. Do they bite?'

'Dragonflies?! Noooo.'

'Oh.'

'Ha ha. I think a few people think that but no, they're pretty. If you're not bothered.'

'No, deffo, yes, I'll come.'

She beamed a big smile, which Stephen returned.

It was still quite mild. They were enjoying what bit of summer they had. Gone it seemed were the long hot summers he remembered as a child. They cast long shadows as they walked along the tinder path around the pond. Then Stephen stopped and pointed eagerly.

'Look a Kingfisher!' 

'Oh wow!'

'Have you seen one before?'

'No, never. It's so beautiful.'

'Like you.'

'Eh?'

'Like you. Beautiful.'

'I thought that's what you said.'

'Yes.'

'Oh, where did that come from?'

'You don't mind?'

'No. Just didn't expect it.'

'Flip, I'm embarrassing myself again.'

'Not at all.'

'No?'

Then Emma turned towards him and held his hand. 

'No.' She smiled the sweetest smile. His heart missed a beat as he looked into her eyes.

'Are you OK?' She asked.

'Yes.'

'It's nice, look at that butterfly.'

'It's a Red Admiral.'

'You know all the names.'

'Yes, I like wildlife, I always have.'

'I don't know, you know everything.'

'Boring you mean.'

'Nooo!? Stop being so negative about yourself.'

'Do you think I'm negative?'

'Not completely, but you need to relax a bit. Chill.'

'I guess I'm serious. I'll miss you.'

'See. You didn't say it's nice to have me here, but you'll miss me. Negative.'

'Yes, I suppose.'

Emma prodded him in the side quite hard and ran down the path.'

Stephen flinched and chased after her. He caught her up and grabbed her by the waist and picked her up briefly, sweeping her off her feet and placing her down gently.

'Wow! You're strong.'

'I work out!'

'I'm only little though.'

'You're lovely and petite.'

'Am I petite?'

'It sounds better than little. How tall are you?'

'Five feet, two and a quarter.'

'And a quarter?'

Stephen laughed.

'What's funny?'

'Why not five feet two?'

'Because I'm not five feet two, I'm five two and a quarter!'

'OK. then.'

It was nearly five and the heat of the day had gone. They walked back gradually, pausing to play Pooh sticks at the little bridge, which span the brook at the end of Stephen's road. He didn't want the day to end. He wanted the moment her little stick appeared before his to rest eternally with him. He wanted to capture that second and place it in a little locket, which he kept in his heart. 

'Coffee?' He said, after he had let her in his front door.

'Please.'

'I'll just put it on, then I'll take a quick shower.'

'It's been a lovely day. After such a horrid start. I was so frightened.'

'Don't think about it, you're OK now.

Stephen made the coffee and went for his shower. He came back down and retired to his sitting room and put on an Evanescence CD. Emma had apparently gone upstairs because she was nowhere to be seen. He was about to put his feet up, when she appeared. She was wearing her pyjamas and by the look of her hair had showered too. Stephen looked at her and felt a shiver down his back. To his surprise she sat down right beside him, lay back and put her legs up, crossing them on his thighs. Her pyjamas were a close fit and her little triangle was obvious. A tantalising reminder of her loveliness. Stephen had changed into a loose T shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. Suddenly Emma changed her position and sat up. She had a perfectly pert bottom. The scent of her shower gel wafted across to him, sending a signal to his brain and his libido was suddenly cranked into action. Then, she moved closer to him and began to unbutton her pyjama top. Stephen blinked several times. He was about to speak, but she put a finger to his lips. She popped open the next button and another, until her top fell open. She moved closer. Her breasts were now level with his face. Stephen's pulse began to race and he began to grow in his shorts as she brushed his mouth with her boobs. She stroked his hair as he closed his lips over the deliciously erect nipple, sucking gently; rolling his tongue over it. Her areola were puffy and slightly goose-bumpy. He rolled his tongue around them and Emma let out an appreciative 'Ooh.' 

Emma reached down and carefully unfastened his shorts. His cock was pressing against the inside of the zipper now. She unzipped them and Stephen gasped as she placed her hand round his erection. He could feel it throbbing as she gently stroked the underside, each time exposing the tip of the glans. She sat down again next to him and with her hand still on his penis, she blew in his ear. Stephen put his hand on her leg, sliding it up towards the top of her thigh and their lips met. It was a clumsy, experimental kiss to begin with. Soon though, it became a smooch and then a deep, passionate kiss. Emma was the first to break the clinch. She stood up and Stephen watched in awe as she turned round and unbuttoned her pyjama bottoms. She eased them down, revealing the most petite round, sexy bottom. She stepped out of the garment and turned round. She was neatly shaven, with a landing strip of light brown hair. 

'Oh Emma!' Stephen's dick was throbbing with excitement. He could hardly believe how gorgeous she was.

Emma smiled and then turned round and shimmied her bottom.

'Do you like?'

'Oh flip Emma. Like!. I want to kiss your bottom.'

'Ha ha, well come and kiss it then!'

Stephen knelt behind her and gave her a big, sloppy kiss on each cheek. 

She looked down at him.

'Happy now?'

'Yes, very. You have a great ass.'

'I know, I like my bum.

He stood up and stroked her hair, as he took his boxers off, fully releasing his rock hard erection.

'Sit on the edge of the sofa Emma.'

She perched herself as he had asked and he knelt in front of her, pushing her back on to the cushion. He spread her legs a little and she closed her eyes. Stephen rolled his tongue from top to bottom. Her sex was hot. He lapped at her pussy, lingering on her clitoris, nibbling and sucking it. Emma, wriggled and squirmed from the electrical sensations he was giving her. She mewed and moaned as he brought her to orgasm. It was a warm, yummy orgasm. Not a big one, but satisfying. She lay there for a while, savouring the moment. Then she opened her eyes, s Stephen stood up. 




A Day to Remember



A moment later, she took him into her mouth. She sucked him gently, licking and kissing the glans. All the time she stroked his balls with one hand and stroking his thighs with the other. Stephen was in seventh heaven. She really had the most wonderfully, sensual technique. But now she wanted to take her man. She stood up and wiped her hands up and down his toned chest and stomach.

'Sit down.' She said.

Stephen sat on the sofa and she straddled his thighs. They exchanged a long, drooling kiss, passionate to the point of abandon. She started to nibble and kiss his neck. This made his breathing grow ever deeper as she shifted her position and lowered herself onto his cock. She began to ride him. Her breasts level with his face so he could suck her nipples as she rocked her pelvis back and forth. She began to gasp as she could feel him going so deep. Stephen took her weight in his arms and leant back on to the sofa. He lifted her slightly and began to thrust into her pussy. Emma responded with shrill squeals of delight. He was banging her, urgently. Lustfully. Her face was pressed into his cheek. She was almost crying with delight as her climax rushed over her in a huge wave. Stephen could feel her vagina tighten around him as she came. She bit his shoulder and dug her nails into his back, in a convulsive orgasm. He drove his cock into her a few more times, before he too let out a roar of delight, as he pumped his load inside her. 

They lay together, hot and sticky from their energetic lovemaking. Stephen whispered little messages of affection in her ear. It was after almost half an hour that Stephen realised she had drifted to sleep in his arms. He kissed her face, but had to wake her gently. 

'Let me take you to bed and you can sleep properly.'

Emma yawned and kissed him on the nose. Will you bring me breakfast in bed tomorrow Stephen?'

'Of course my darling.'

She yawned again and stood up, holding out her hands. 

'Thank you for saving me. Thank you for a wonderful day.'

Stephen looked at her naked body and her angelic features.

'OK, it's my pleasure.'

He helped her back into her pyjamas. They shared a tender kiss and Stephen held her in his arms. Emma's eyes were limpid, her eyelids slightly droopy from her passion-induced fatigue. Stephen relished her sleepiness, it made her look even cuter. 

'Let's go to sleep then.' He said.

He led her upstairs and into his bedroom. 

'Sweet dreams.' He said, as he lay next to her, half cuddling her with one arm.'

'Night night. See you in the morning.'

Stephen closed his eyes and knew she was already asleep. He drifted off himself, thinking of her.



A Day to Remember



This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real persons or events is purely coincidental and unintentional. All characters are over the age of 18.

Comments/suggestions are welcomed. 

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Brittany turned the shower off and got out. She began to dry herself, and marveled at how soft the cotton towel felt against her smooth skin. She felt her nipples harden as she dried them and then she saw her reflection in the mirror.

"I wish I was a cup size bigger," she thought as she cupped her firm B-cup tits in her hands.

She followed the line of her body down and thought, "I do have a firm body though." She smiled. She had just shaved and her pussy and legs glistened in the soft bathroom light. It was cold standing there without a towel on, and she saw her nipples getting hard in the mirror. She suddenly felt funny inside. She could feel something deep insider her belly that needed satisfied. Just then she remembered watching her brother admire himself in front of the mirror.

He had gotten out of the shower much like she had and toweled off. She noticed when he stood in front of the mirror that his penis was sticking straight out. It looked smooth and inviting. She wondered what it would taste like and how it would feel between her legs. She wondered if he realized that the bathroom door was open a crack too. She could not see him, just his reflection in the mirror. She felt the feeling that she was feeling now, then.

She began to look at her self in the mirror. Slowly her hand grazed her inner thighs and a shiver ran through her from her pussy to the tips of her hair. She closed her eyes and remembered how his cock hardened and grew while she spied on him.

He had begun to slowly slide his hands along its smooth shaft and she was amazed at how hard and long it became so quickly. Soon his hand cupped around it and at least another hand's length was visible. When he released it, it stood sticking straight in the air. She had never thought of her big brother in this way. She wanted to open the door all the way, and straddle his cock. She wanted it inside her now.

Brittany's finger found her labia and slowly she spread them and let her finger slide inside. She felt warm and smooth and wet. Her pussy clenched tightly around her finger and the shiver was sent through her again. She began to watch herself in the mirror. Her face became twisted with excitement as she slid her finger deeper inside. The feeling deep in her abdomen began to rise to the surface as if her finger caught hold of it as she slid in and out. She became aware of something hard brushing her finger. It felt incredible as her finger touched it. Slowly she removed her finger and found her engorged clitoris. She began to pinch and rub this and then she couldn't hold it in any longer. Softly she moaned, "Oh, yes, yes! Brandon, that's what I like." She had forgotten her brother's show and was now deep in a fantasy world. She pictured him there with her, running his hands over her breasts as he slid that beautiful cock deep insider her. Her knees felt week so she lay on the floor, her feet towards the door. 

It was then that Brittany realized she had forgotten to lock the door. She wondered if Brandon was watching her now and that thought made her feel warm all over. She raised her legs high in the air and spread them wide. Then she took her fingers and again began to slide them insider her. With her free hand she cradled her breasts and pulled on her rock hard nipples. How she wanted Brandon to suck them.

Brandon sat crouched by the door peering in at his sister. He had wanted her for 3 years now and this was the first time he had seen her naked. His cock and balls ached as he watched her. Slowly he opened the door. Brittany was writhing now in ecstasy and heard nothing. The feeling that had started deep within her was now ever close to the surface. Now with two fingers in her, her hips bucking so she could get the feeling no closer to the surface. She felt like she was going to explode soon. She slowed herself down, and began moaning again. "Oh, Brandon, that's right...mmmm, suck my nipples, yes."

Brandon could hardly believe his ears. Yet, he sat there frozen in place. Brittany kept her eyes closed. She had no idea that the bathroom door was completely open now. Slowly Brandon inched closer and then shut and locked the door behind him. His sister was again writhing and bucking and was almost screaming now, as she finger fucked herself. He had removed his clothes and now had his face close enough to his sister's pussy that he could smell her.

He could last no longer. Brittany felt strong hands holding her hips and then something warm and wet was licking her pussy close to her ass hole. She jumped and looked down. There was her brother, grinning at her. "Hi," he whispered. Brittany smiled back and whispered "hello yourself." Then she relaxed, laying back and putting her arms on the floor above her head she let her brother go to work. He used his hands to spread her pussy open. He slowly teased her wet pussy, gently licking the juices from her labia. Every now and then he would flick her swollen clitoris with his tongue. After a few minutes, she reached down and buried his face in her pussy. He began to slurp his tongue deep inside her as he fingered her tight little ass. She loved her brother and the way he made the feeling explode to the surface again. Then she pulled away.

"Did I do something wrong?" questioned Brandon.

"No, everything is so nice. I want to taste your cock though," replied Brittany.

Brandon showed her a position where she could suck him while he ate her and she liked it. This time as she felt warm and as she felt the funny feeling bubbling to the surface she bucked her pelvis into his face, and sucked his dick harder. She swirled her tongue around the head, and loved the moans he made when she sucked his balls, or when she swirled her tongue around his head and cupped his nuts. Then a strange thing happened. She wanted to swallow is whole cock. She began to put all of it that she could in her mouth. As the hard head hit her throat she would swallow. After a few seconds of this she felt his balls tighten in her hand and his moan grew louder and his fingers probed her ass deeper. Then all at once she felt like exploding again.

She didn't fight it. His tongue was deep inside her tight cunt and his fingers were magic on her clit. She sucked him harder and swallowed more of his cock. She could taste something slippery and salty move down her throat as he released his pre-cum. She began to scream now as his finger was in her ass, his tongue in her vagina and her clit pinched between the fingers in his free hand. Then, she gagged. A hot, sticky liquid was being shot in her mouth. His cock pulsated and then her pussy began to twitch.

Brandon felt Brittany's orgasm rushing to her pussy and then his mouth tasted her sweat cream at last. They came together in each other's mouths. He was amazed at how sweet his sister tasted. He sucked her long afterward savoring the sweet taste and stench of her twat. Brittany kept her mouth over Brandon's dick for a long time as well, sucking every drop of the tasty liquid out. Then at last, they stood together in front of the mirror. Brittany's legs glistened with pussy juice, his cock glistening in cum and Brittany's saliva and Brittany's chin dripping semen. They kissed and then they decided to shower, together.

Brandon stood up and looked down at his little sister. He couldn't believe his luck. Brittany looked so amazing with his semen still on her chin. He turned around and turned on the shower waiting for the water to warm up.

As he waited for the water to heat, he decided to pass the time with his sister. He lay down next to her and used his fingers to wipe the cum from her chin. Brittany gladly accepted his finger and sucked it, swallowing the last of her brother's semen. 

Brandon kissed Brittany's forehead, nose, and then mouth as his hands rubbed her slick, wet inner thighs, slowly making their way back to her smooth pussy. Brittany gasped against her brother's touch and sucked his tongue inside her mouth as his finger found her pussy again. She began to press her pelvis into his hand as she swirled her tongue around his. As Brandon continued to slide a finger insider her she felt something strange building deep inside her. 

"Use two fingers", Brittany whispered and Brandon obliged her. 

Brandon was using the two middle fingers on his right hand and it was situated so that as he curled them inside his sister they would press towards her stomach. As Brittany slipped her tongue inside his mouth and her moans increased in intensity, he began to work his fingers in and out faster and faster.

Brittany screamed her pleasure as the feeling deep inside her continued to grow. It felt like nothing she'd ever felt.

"Yes, God yes! Brandon yes! Harder! Faster!" Brittany screamed as the feeling deep inside intensified.

Brandon had heard that you could you make a girl squirt by fingering her like he was. He had even watched a porno detailing this method. As his speed increased he began to press up with his fingers each time they entered his sister. He was excited when he felt Brittany's response.

Her vagina was clenching against his fingers and judging by her screams she was close to another orgasm.

Brandon felt his fingers getting pushed out of his sister. He decided she was actually going to squirt for him so he thrust them in once more and held them inside her until her pelvis started to spasm. As he removed his fingers he slid his face between her legs, mouth open. As Brittany exploded, Brandon tried to keep his mouth in the stream of juices being expelled by his sister. By some miracle he was able to keep his mouth close enough to his sister that he was able to keep the flow mostly contained and in his mouth. God she tasted good.

He had just helped Brittany squirt for the first time. He looked at his sister and saw her ecstasy deep within her eyes. She was out of breath as she whispered, "Wow, I didn't know I could do that."

Brandon just smiled, licked his fingers and then started to lick his sister's cum off of her legs and vagina.

By now the bathroom was very steamy from the hot water running in the shower. Brandon helped Brittany to her feet and couldn't help admiring her ass as she stepped into the shower first.

Brittany stood in the water and let it soak her hair and wash the sticky semen and her own juices off or her face and thighs.

Brandon stood in front of her and just marveled at how the water made his sister look. Before he knew it his hand was stroking his cock as he watched Brittany lather the shampoo in her hair.

Brittany stood in the shower relaxing as the hot water washed her body. She couldn't remember ever feeling this happy. She had fantasized about her brother for quite some time and had no idea he felt the same way about her. Part of her wondered if she could talk her best friend Cassidy into acting out her other fantasy, but that would have to wait. Right now all she wanted was to feel her brother cum inside her. With that thought in mind she opened her eyes and was excited to see Brandon still had a hard cock.

Brittany finished washing the cum and other juices from her face and hair and handed the body wash to Brandon.

"You get to lather me up," she cooed turning her ass to him and bending over slightly so that her pussy would show from behind.

Brandon wasn't sure what to do. He'd fantasized about this since the day Brittany's breasts began to show. He and Brittany had always been close and she confided in him. Therefore, he knew she was virgin, even before he felt her hymen break earlier that day as he fingered her. What he didn't know was whether Brittany knew he had never had a girl before. At least nothing he considered as actual sex. He thought for a second and then pressed his cock between Brittany's legs and let it rest up against her vagina without penetrating it. He leaned over and whispered,

"Brittany, are you sure you want your brother as your first?"

"Yes, Brandon, I've dreamed about this," Brittany whispered back.

Brandon made his decision and reached down, grabbed his cock and guided it slowly inside Brittany. When he was fully inside he whispered in her ear again, 

"You know you are my first too."

"The soap Brandon," Brittany replied, elated that she was his first too. She was determined to make this a day she would always remember.

"Oh yeah," Brandon said as he squirted the body wash on Brittany's back and ass. He began caressing her back and then her perfect heart shaped ass as he slowly worked his penis in and out. Brittany began to moan.

"Why did you stop?" Brittany asked.

"I need you to turn around so I can do the front," Brandon replied.

Brittany turned around and was amazed by how good Brandon's hand felt as they lathered soap on her tits. She reached down and stroked his cock while Brandon rolled her hardening nipples in his fingers. Before long Brandon had taken the showerhead and rinsed the soap off of Brittany.

With the showerhead still in hand he smiled at her and then French kissed her as he placed the stream from the shower between her legs. Brittany melted into him and began swirling her tongue around his as her hand found his cock. Brandon began kissing her neck and she was forced to release his cock when he kissed her breasts, sucking her now very erect nipples into his mouth. Finally he stood up and turned her around. Brittany knew what was coming. She bent slightly and spread her legs and placed her hands on the tile of the shower wall.

"Brittany, can we try anal?" Brandon asked.

"Ummm, I want to but I am afraid it will hurt," Brittany said.

"Let's try a finger first and see if you like it."

"Okay."

Brandon got the body wash again and squirted some between Brittany's cheeks. Then he slowly began to slide a finger inside Brittany's rectum. Brittany gasped. It actually felt amazing. She began rocking her pelvis to help it slide deeper inside her. Gradually she began to stretch and when Brandon was able to easily slide two finger inside her she turned her head and looked Brandon in the eye and said, 

"I think I want you inside me, you know?"

She didn't need to ask twice. Brandon squirted some more body wash into his hand and used it to lube his hard cock. Then he slowly slid it inside his sister's back door.

Brittany was in heaven. Brandon was big, hard and felt so good inside her ass. She took the shower head, turned the setting to massage and used it between her legs. She felt the same feeling inside her again and knew she was going to squirt again.

"God Brandon, that feels good."

"Yes, I am going to cum again."

"Harder and faster" she screamed as she felt the orgasm building.

All Brandon could do was moan. It was taking all his concentration to not cum right now inside Brittany's ass. He felt her ass grip his cock hard as her hips bucked and Brittany squirted again. This time her hip spasms caused her to lose control of her legs and Brandon had to catch her before she fell.

Brittany collapsed into his arms - pussy still spasming and squirting. She looked up at Brandon and smiled. Brandon lifted her into his arms and she straddled him and French kissed him. Her pussy found his cock again and Brandon lowered her so she could reach down and guide his cock to her pussy.

"Your turn to cum," Brittany whispered as she began rocking her hips. She was so wet that it didn't hurt as his penis slid all the way inside. Neither she nor Brandon had much stamina left. Brandon kept her up straddling his cock, shower spraying them both for as long as he could but he finally was ready to cum.

Brittany wanted her brother so badly. She wanted him to cum inside her. She had been on the pill for a while now so when she felt him stop and get ready to pull out, she whispered, "It's okay, I am on the pill."

That was all Brandon needed. He thrust deep into his sister's tight cunt and came. His cock spasming as his load filled his sister's pussy.

Both Brandon and Brittany were glad they were in the shower. It made it easy to clean up.

Later that night, Brandon lay awake in bed, thinking of that afternoon and began to masturbate. Brittany lay awake just ten feet away doing the same.



A Day to Remember



She was waiting outside the railway station. I was looking for her but couldn't find her. She called me and asked me to stop where I was. I still couldn't see her but I stopped. Just like magic she appeared, she knocked on the passenger side window of my car and asked me to unlock the door. I didn't react, I couldn't react. I was mesmerized by her looks. It took me minutes to come back to senses. Even after the night long travel she was looking as cute as ever. 

To any random stranger on the street she looked slim almost skinny, but I knew that underneath that dress was a hot body any model would die to get. Somehow using her dress she managed to keep her sexy body under the wraps. As soon as I saw her my penis sprung to action and grew to its full size. I just had no control over it. 

While driving back home she talked about how fat I have grown, she compared my face to the full moon sarcastically, and all I could think was how to make love to her. I just couldn't wait to get back home and hug her, feel the warmth of her soft breasts against my chest, couldn't wait to press my lips against hers. 

She had messaged me all night and asked me to promise her that we won't do anything. "Nothing doing", was used at least a 100 times in our conversation last night. That was one promise I couldn't make, and even if I did, it was a promise I knew I couldn't keep. It was impossible to be with her and keep my hands off her. She had this magical effect on me. My penis is rock hard every second I am with her, my body aches for hers...

We have been in relationship for nearly 8 years now, 2 years before wedding and 6 after marriage(unfortunately we are not married to each other), but the lust that we have for each other grows exponentially each time we meet, leaving us wanting for more every time. As hard as we try it is impossible to control that urge to get into others arms and as dirty as it may sound fuck like crazy.

We reached home, I showed her around, made her some tea, we chatted for some time and then she said she wanted to take shower. While she was in the bathroom my mind was playing crazy games with me. On one hand I wanted to knock the bathroom door and get into the shower with her, on other hand I wanted to wait just outside and see her emerge from the bathroom with shower wet hair, few drop falling off her hair like pearls, her fresh looks...uff... I waited...

She came and she sat with me in the drawing hall, she wanted to watch "Grey's anatomy', I wanted to watch her anatomy. She was sitting across me on the chair; I was lying on the sofa cum bed. I invited her to bed so that she can relax; she hesitated at first but then relented. As soon as she came on the bed, I hugged her, she melted in my arms, her eyes half closed with edginess, her body felt like heaven. We forgot "grey's anatomy" and were locked in each others anatomy.

We moved to the guest bedroom. I kissed her gently at first and then passionately. Our tongues fighting hard to get better of the other, we were kissing so passionately that our lips started burning; we unlocked our lips but were still hungry for more. I was so aroused that my jeans trousers were not able to control my erection and my penis was throbbing. I knew she was aroused too, I could feel her nipples through her padded bra and the dress. Her nipples are of size of small buds of rose, very much like Naomi watts. 

We didn't take much time to get rid of the clothes, we were meeting after long time and we didn't spend much time on foreplay, I kissed and licked her already hard nipples, and as I dropped my hands down her pubic mounds to her clit, I saw that she was extremely wet. My penis which was now erect for like 3 hours now needed her. I ran to other room to get the condom. When I entered the guest room again, I saw her spread eagle, she seemed all ready to be taken and I couldn't wait any longer myself. She put the condom on me and I entered her. The pleasure mixed with pain that she felt when I was entering her, her biting her lower lip, the look on her face made me go weak in my knees. The warmth and tightness of pussy that engulfed my penis made me cum sooner than I expected, but I made up for it using my fingers afterwards bringing her to an orgasm. We explored each others body after we were done. Kept looking into each others eyes, trying to bring back old memories, hoping to catch on the lost time.

She had to go attend some ceremony in the city. This was the reason she was in the town and in my arms and as much as I wanted I couldn't stop her from going. Once she left I cooked and ate my lunch and waited for her to come back. 

She was back after what seemed like an eternity, and as soon as she came back we were at it again, this time all the gentleness was gone, we made wild crazy love once, biting, licking whatever we could hold of the others body. After a wait for few minutes to get my penis and our libido get up and running again, I told her that I am going to turn her fantasy into reality. She had this fantasy of being tied down, blindfolded and fucked. I did just that. I used my waist belt to tie her both hand over her head to one of the bed posts, and her clothes to tie down her legs spread as wide as the bed posts. I made sure that see couldn't see anything through her blindfold.

I started kissing her from her forehead, spend a lot of time on her lips, went down her neck, to her cleavage, even while lying on her back her breasts were firm and stood erect like little hills. The hard and erect nipples adding icing to the cake, I slowly licked her breasts and then bit the nipple, she shrieked in pain and bit her lower lip. I put my finger in her mouth and used her saliva to wet her nipples and then I licked it dry. I moved down her flat stomach, she felt ticklish around her navel and I teased her by continuing to lick there. She started shivering with excitement as my tongue probed through her pubic hair to her clit. I spent quite some time there as I was pondering to go further down. I have been there before but I was kind of hesitant to go down, but I did, and trust me it was best thing to do. She did not smell or taste bad, it was in fact awesome. Her movements with each my tongue stroke confirmed how much she liked it. After minutes she shuddered and I knew she had a huge orgasm, I could see the juices flowing out. I moved to the top of the bed, I wanted her to taste herself too. I kissed her passionately and deeply. When we broke, I moved my penis close to her lips; she took her tongue out and licked it. I moved it across her lips so that she could lick the entire length and then inserted the tip of penis into her; she sucked it like a hungry kid could lick/suck a lolly-pop.

I tried my luck and pushed it further into her mouth. I was not sure how she would react but she didn't hesitate and so I continued. She deep throat-ed me. I was amazed that she was able to take my entire penis in her mouth and I was in seven heavens. My penis surrounded by the warmth of her mouth, her tongue doing magic with it. If I would have stayed inside her mouth for another second I would have cum, I took my penis out and then put my balls on her lips, initially I felt she was surprised but then she didn't miss the queue and started licking and sucking my balls. Trust me it was the best sexual thing happened that time. She seemed to have enjoyed it and my pleasure knew no bounds. She continued to a point when I would have cum again, but I stopped. I untied her and then asked her to take control.

She came on top and sat on my erect penis, entering with her own pace and way, I grabbed bother her breasts with my hand and crushed them, Instead of screaming in pain, she seemed to have enjoyed it. She started moving with a rhythm that gave her immense joy. Moving in a fashion that made my penis reached all the places she wanted to... and then from slow rhythms to fast ahhhss.. We both collapsed...

Later, I dropped her back to the airport and kissed her goodnight.



A Day to Remember



How can I say this? Things have been a little "cold" between me and my girlfriend Lisa since last night—not exactly kosher. The conversations have been short and only initiated by me. In a lot of her spare time, she looks into her cell phone screen, texting or on her social media accounts. Neither has she been receptive to me wrapping my arms around her. 

I am black—thought I would just get that out of the way. Something else you should know about me is that I have a little dick. The girth (thickness) is average while the length is only a little over five inches. Five-and-one-fourth inches if I'm having a really good day. These are the days where I feel anything is possible. 

Don't try to feed me that "five inches is average" bullshit. I've been around enough black men, and on both sides of the fence, to know. Hell, Lisa even admitted to me, long ago, that I'm the smallest she's been with. My size, in comparison with other men she'd been with and their lengths, took some "getting used to." 

A month ago, Lisa suggested we go to Evansville for Memorial Day weekend. We could go to Burdette Park, Mesker Park Zoo, and just enjoy not being in a big city, like St. Louis. Plus, Lisa has friends in Evansville. The more the merrier. Why not? 

20 minutes outside of St. Louis, it dawned on me: I forgot the toys. The strap-on dildo, which is eight inches by six-and-a-half and never fails to make her orgasm, and the vibrator, were in the box on the bedroom closet shelf at home. I cursed and shrugged the mishap off. One night without them wouldn't hurt, I thought. 

Last night, we got down to lovemaking. I spread candles around the hotel room, turned on some music, and put on a condom. Yes, Lisa and I have been together for several years and she stays on birth control of some sort. However, condoms help me to last longer. Without one, I can only promise a couple of minutes at best. With one, I can get a little closer to ten minutes, with about eight being my good nights where I'm really on my game. 

Five minutes into it, I couldn't hold back anymore. Bullets of sweat rolled down my face, dripping down to Lisa's body. I came and collapsed on top of her. Lying next to her, my chest rising up and down as I breathed hard, Lisa asked that I get Mandingo (the 8-inch strap-on). 

Lisa turned away when I told her that I had forgotten the toys. I felt guilty. The last three trips, I had remembered to bring them. Hell, they were my "tools"—a part of our sex life. They came in handy to get Lisa to orgasm. 

I shoved my head between Lisa's legs and started licking—something I spend a lot of time doing. She closed her legs, pulled the bed-sheets up over her body, then turned over. She faced the wall rather than towards the middle of the bed. I crawled up next to her and we went to sleep, silently. 

This morning, I woke up in a good mood. A full eight hours sleep for once helped me to get more into a vacation mood. I loved swimming and the pools at Burdette Park opened today. Lisa, on the other hand, was unusually quiet. No "good morning" or anything. I decided to just ride it out. To be honest, last night wasn't the first night I came within five minutes. This is not anything unusual. I know Lisa. She just needed a little time to move on, I thought. 

Lisa's friends, David and Ashley, met us at Burdette Park. Ashley is white, and not much to look at by any standards. To be frank, she is extremely obese with dingy, scarred skin. David is black—a little darker than me. He stands about 5ft11and is a little bulkier than myself, maybe 190 lbs. David's son, from a previous girlfriend, Devante, is 10 or 11 years-old. He's about 5ft3 and skinny. 

We all paid admission, walked around and caught up on life, then went to the swimming pool. I hate locker-room/restrooms at swimming pools. Damp, mildew-y concrete. David and Devante had their swimming trunks on under their clothes already, so they undressed out by the lockers. Out of habit, I changed in a stall. 

The three of us walked out to the pool. Crowds swelled at the sides—a lot of whites, some blacks, and a few Hispanics here and there. The weather was perfect for swimming: mid-80s, humid, with plenty of sunshine. A warm breezed whipped through the park every-so-often. 

David, Devante, Ashley and I swam in the 5-foot end. Lisa stayed in the 2-foot section for a while. She eventually climbed out and sat at our tables and chairs. 

Around 2 o'clock, Lisa and Ashley were getting food ready. They called us guys to get out and come eat. I was furthest away from the poolside as David and Devante climbed out and walked over to the table. 

I swam to that side, planted my palms into the concrete walkway next to the pool, and lifted myself out. With the front of my body facing Lisa, David, Devante, and Ashley, as well as a dozen or so other people on either side of our table, I felt the bare air hit my crotch and ass. My trunks, which were a little too big around the waist, had slid down with the water. They now were at my mid-thigh. My barely-three-inches flaccid was probably two-and-a-half inches from the cold water. It was a little stiff as well, sitting on top of my small, tight ball-sac and almost pointing forward. 

"Shit," David said. He turned away quickly, smirking as he did so. 

Devante turned away slower while Ashley pretended to not see. Lisa looked the least-bit thrilled as I used one arm to pull my trunks up then continue climbing out of the pool. Devante pressed his lips together, as if he were trying to not laugh. He then turned and said, I guess to his father, "Dang, my dick bigger than his is." 

Ashley tapped Devante on the shoulder, telling him to stop. A few snickers came from areas to either side of our table as I walked across the walkway and grabbed a towel. If I weren't a peanut-butter brown, my cheeks (on my face) would've surely been red. Either I was paranoid or I felt the eyes of so many swimmers and park-goers locked on me for those long few moments, judging and saying God-only-knows-what under their breath. To be honest, there was a little thrill (a tiny bit) to the attention. This thrill faded quickly, back and forth between embarrassment and eroticism. 

Mixed emotions came over me as we all ate. Part of me wondered what was on everyone's minds. Were they even still thinking about what they'd just seen? Or, are their attention spans short enough to hardly remember seeing my trunks come down and show my little dick? 

Was I embarrassed? Sure. This emotion kind of comes with having a small dick. There have been a few occasions in my life where I was found myself in a locker room of mostly black men. Embarrassed is the only way to describe how I felt when finding I am the one with the smallest dick. 

Humiliated? A little, but not really. If anything was humiliating, it wasn't having my manhood seen by our friends and by strangers. It was Devante's comment. Not only was his childish remark comparing my manhood to that of his 10 or 11 year-old self a little humbling and reminding of how cruel kids can be, but it was also ironic. My dick has not grown since I was in the sixth grade. Well, I take that back. I may have gained a centimeter of growth. 

Just a week ago, I finally published a collection of essays on being a black man with a little dick: Coming up Short: The Perspective of a Black Man with a Small Penis. Then, this happens. One of the very scenarios (public exposure) I have always been weary of came to life. And it all happened a week after I put out my "life story," so to speak, on being a black man with a five-inch dick. 

Honestly, I was a little mad. I had forgotten the sex toys, lasted around five minutes in bed, and had a major small-dick exposure moment in a crowded, public place. I am more than sure some of the snickers came from the young black women nearby. For the rest of our time at the Burdette Park swimming pool, when my eyes met with other pool-goers, the person would always smile. The smiling faces were a mixture of "how are you doing?" and "that was some funny shit that happened over there." 

Certain moments in life really highlight what having a small dick does for and means to a man, especially if he is black and has to deal with myths and stereotypes. I am in my mid-twenties and thought I'd seen and experienced most of them. Regardless of other feelings, this pool incident infuriated me—not the embarrassment of being "outed" as the black dude with the little dick, but rather how it happened and when. 

For the rest of our day, Lisa was warm with her friends and cold with me. David, who is only maybe a year or so older than me, seemed a little-more distant than he had been before we went swimming. There were even a few moments where I felt he was being somewhat belittling towards me. At the mall, he slipped in a joke about the size of his dick when he saw an attractive woman with a white man. He assured us that the man's "little dick" couldn't be doing her "right," the way he could. I grinned and bared it as he, Devante, and I walked on to meet Lisa and Ashley coming out of a department store. 

The drive back to St. Louis was quiet. The seconds of talking that did happen between Lisa and I were at the halfway mark of the two-hour ride, when she was changing the CDs. I drove in thought. Part of me wished the pool incident would have happened sooner rather than later. I would've had even more to analyze and talk about in my eBook. I took months to put my real-life, small-penis stories and perspectives into words only for what could very well be one of the biggest ever to happen a week after I publish. Now, it'll be a Memorial Day to remember—another "chapter," for lack of a better word, in being a black man with a little dick. I can look on the bright side, though. At least it didn't happen in my own neighborhood, where people know me. Could you imagine the looks on faces when people see me at the store or bank after something like that? It does not seem the least-bit fun.



A Day to Remember



"Why do they always have to turn everything into a contest?" Gretchen asked me. "I love them, but they really can be a pain in the ass sometimes."

"Honey, they're our best friends," I replied. "Besides, we've had some pretty incredible experiences with these contests, haven't we?"

"I guess, Chris. Brenda and Ryan always get so carried away, and then gloat when they win. Not only that, but Nude Day? Really?"

"I've already got it all figured out, Gretch. We're going to have a day to remember. There's no way they'll win this time."

"That's what I'm afraid of," she replied with a nervous smile. "That's what I'm afraid of."

* * * *

A gentle breeze blew into the windows, vibrating the blinds and waking me up. I rolled over and looked at Gretchen, who was lying on her back and still dozing. I drew the sheet down, exposing her naked body to the cool air in the room and noticing that her nipples stiffened almost immediately. Deciding I would start the day off on the right foot, I maneuvered down the bed and got in between her legs with my face only a foot away from her pussy.

Not every woman enjoys being woken this way; Gretchen adores it. She stirred as I nibbled and nipped at the inside of her thighs, then sighed as I pushed her legs apart and covered her pussy with my mouth, using my wet tongue liberally. It didn't take long for her to start squirming her hips and grabbing at my hair as her sighs turned to moans. 

Gretchen was pinching both of her nipples as I slipped two fingers inside her, fucking her with them as I sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue in the process. She was becoming more vocal as she neared her orgasm, her cunt clenching my fingers ever more tightly in a telltale sign of her impending release. Her breath caught and she exploded, thrusting herself up against my mouth and screaming loudly. I kept at her for a bit as her body twitched before she finally pushed at me and scooted away.

Moving back up on the bed, I started to kiss Gretchen, hot open mouthed kisses that made her moan. She loves to kiss me after I go down on her, tasting herself on my lips and tongue. My hand found one of her breasts and I toyed with her nipple, pulling and twisting it hard enough to make her gasp. She turned on her side and lifted her leg up, making her desire clear. I moved in behind her and rubbed my hard cock up and down her pussy, making her coo with delight. Getting serious, I maneuvered it between her lips and found her opening, thrusting up and forward, filling her quickly.

She reached down and gently drew circles on her clit, grinding her hips back into me as I began to rhythmically thrust into her. Once Gretchen has her first orgasm, subsequent ones follow quickly and easily, and this day was no exception. I controlled the tempo as best I could, but when her cunt clenched tightly with the approach of her second orgasm, I held her by the hips and fucked her hard. When her climax hit, I was past the point of no return, and I grunted and filled her needy cunt with my seed. I continued thrusting until I had emptied my balls of all that I had, then wrapped her in my arms and growled in her ear. We lay like that for some time, dozing lightly and enjoying the feel of being pressed against each other.

An hour and a half later, we were sitting naked at the kitchen table, sipping on coffee and chatting. Gretchen's long, sandy blonde hair was a mess from sleeping and fucking. She looked wonderful to me, as she always did when she woke up. There's something quite intimate about seeing a woman like that, or at least I've always thought so.

"I already know what Brenda and Ryan are doing today, Gretch. They're spending the day at a nudist spa resort."

"Of course they are. How do you think we'll top that, Chris?"

"We're going to spend the day naked."

"Honey, there's no way we'll win just sitting here naked. I can't stand the thought of their smug little smiles as we buy them dinner yet again," she moaned.

"Who said we're staying here?"

"Hold on, Chris. What's going through that crazy mind of yours?"

"I've already got the day planned out, honey. We've got this thing in the bag."

"Honey....I don't know. I'm not really into the idea of being arrested for public nudity."

"Well, we'll have to be careful then," I said with an evil grin. "It's a Thursday. People are at work. Kids are in school. Who's out today anyway?"

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, causing Gretchen to roll her eyes and give me a yeah, right look. I peeked out the window and saw a man and a woman standing at the front door, holding some papers. I turned to Gretchen and gave her an evil smile, then walked to the door.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a look of shock on her face.

I let out a little laugh, then opened the door to face our visitors. I wish I'd had a video camera to register the change in expression that took place in the moments following the opening of the door. The man was already starting his well-rehearsed Jehovah's Witnesses speech when he realized that he and his cohort were now witnessing something they most definitely didn't expect. I was very amused when I watched the woman run her eyes down my body and settle on my cock. I wondered if she'd ever seen one before. She'd be praying later, I thought, because she looked at it for much longer than she needed to. 

"Hey honey. It's the church people," I called out to Gretchen. "Come say hello to the church people."

The flustered man grabbed his partner by the arm and shooed her away from the door, walking away quickly without a word. I heard the sound of a camera behind me, and turned to see that Gretchen had snapped a picture. She'd managed to catch me from behind, and still captured the church couple in the background as they walked away from the door.

"Okay. We might win this thing yet," she said with a giggle. "I'm taking pictures as proof. When we win, I'm having both steak AND lobster for dinner."

"That's the spirit, honey. I told you. They can spend the day at a nude spa. We're going to have an adventure out in the real world. There's no way they'll top that."

"You're nuts, Chris. But okay. What's next?"

"We're going to have an outdoor breakfast picnic. Remember that quiet little section of the nature preserve that no one ever seems to go to? We are."

"I can see you've thought this through Chris," said Gretchen as she took a deep breath. 

"Of course, honey. Did you expect anything less?"

"Yes," she giggled.

We spent a few minutes buttering some bagels and packing them along with some fruit and drinks into a small cooler. We grabbed a big beach blanket and went into the garage, leaving the door down until we were settled into our SUV. I turned the ignition key, hit the button to open the garage door, and off we went.

Our vehicle is a big GMC Yukon with tinted windows, so we were able to trundle around the local streets without any fanfare. Driving on the Interstate, however, was a bit of a different story. We were heading directly into morning sun, which lit up the inside of the car as if it was a spotlight. With the power seats as low as they could be, we were safe from the view of drivers in other cars. The semi that pulled alongside us, however, provided its driver with a birds-eye view of the naked Gretchen sitting in the passenger seat. The sound of the air horn signaled the driver's approval, and a smiling Gretchen waved to him and rolled down her window. He reciprocated, and she yelled above the din of our vehicles to him.

"Happy Nude Day," she screamed.

"Indeed," was the only word he muttered, offering a giant smile and a thumbs up signal. He smiled for Gretchen as she snapped his picture, and I sped ahead and in front of him, turning off the next exit on the way to the park. He sounded his horn once again as he went past, and we laughed like a couple of high school kids.

Minutes later, I drove through the gates of the park entrance, and found the parking lot to be nearly empty. The lot was quite large and was surrounded by trees. There were entrances to several trails of varying distances and degrees of difficulty at various spots along the perimeter. I pulled over to the farthest one, which was the most difficult of all the trails. It was rare for someone to hike this trail on weekdays, because it could take most of the day if you wanted to hike the entire length of it.

We scanned the lot, then gathered the blanket and cooler and slipped through the entrance and onto the trail. We walked for about a half hour before coming to our intended destination. There was a football field sized spring fed pond off to one side, and at the far end a creek took the run off down through the woods. Directly in front of us was a large, flat rock outcropping that stood a few feet over the pond. On our left was an open, grassy field that was treeless and bathed in sunlight. There were several large boulders strewn among the field, giving the appearance of a game of marbles abandoned by some giant beings.

We spread our blanket out on the rock outcropping, then pulled off our sneakers. After we took a few pictures of ourselves, we slipped the camera into one of our shoes and jumped into the pond. The water was cool and exhilarating, and we swam around and frolicked like kids. I've always loved the freedom of swimming naked, and this was no exception. It didn't take long for the experience to begin to affect me in other ways. That fact wasn't lost on Gretchen, who made her way over to me with a hungry look on her face. 

She pressed herself against me and kissed me, and in an instant my cock was stiff and pressed against her tummy. Giving me a wicked grin, she reached between us and slowly stroked it.

"Mmmmm. It's going to be one of THOSE days, is it?" she asked with a smile. "I like those days, in case you were wondering."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Gretch. All I was doing was swimming around, and you decided to come over and fondle me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight," she giggled as she looked down at my stiff cock in her hand. "Do you want me to stop?" she teased.

"I'm a big believer in finishing what you've started, actually."

"Oh, I see, Chris. Why don't you sit on the rock at the edge of the water and we'll see what we can do about that?"

I wasted no time wading to the edge of the pond and jumping onto the rock. Gretchen followed, and when I was settled she leaned down and covered my cock with her mouth. She toyed with me, stroking me with one hand as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, twisting it from side to side. She alternated swirling her tongue over the head of my cock with sucking me hard, causing me to grunt with approval. I wanted to finish, but Gretchen had other ideas.

She stood up, still holding me by the cock, and looked into my eyes.

"I need you to fuck me, Chris. Now," she said, bending over the rock and sticking her ass back and out.

I moved in behind her and rubbed my cock up and down over her slit.

"Fuck. It feels burning hot compared to the cool water baby," she moaned. "Don't tease me. Put it in and fuck me."

I quickly obliged, filling her and bending over her back as I thrust in and out of her. I reached around, resting my elbows on the rock and finding her nipples with my fingers. We got into a nice rhythm, not too fast, enjoying the feeling. 

Suddenly, we heard a sound and looked around. There, standing next to one of the big rocks in the open field was a young woman. She appeared to be about twenty, with long dark hair. She was wearing shorts, hiking boots, and a tank top. She was watching intently, and didn't shy away when we looked at her. She had her right hand down those shorts she was wearing, and she was obviously masturbating as she watched us. 

Without a word, I continued fucking Gretchen and the stranger continued to masturbate. She watched us and we watched her. It was like a Mexican standoff of sex. She succumbed first, letting out a loud moan as her body shook with pleasure. The sight pushed me over the edge, and I came almost immediately. I reached underneath Gretchen and used my fingers to finish her as my cock remained inside her.

Gretchen motioned for the young woman to come over. She looked around, pondered it for a bit, then shrugged and slowly walked over to where we were once again perched on the rock.

"Happy Nude Day," Gretchen greeted her.

"Oh, is that what this is?" the woman asked with a smile.

"Yup. We're actually doing this as part of a contest."

"Oh? I think I enter the wrong contests," the woman replied with a giggle. "My name is Susan, by the way."

"Gretchen. And this is my husband Chris. So, Susan. Do you always sneak up on people in the woods and masturbate?" Gretchen asked with a smile.

"Only when they're having sex. Otherwise, I just smile and say hello."

Gretchen let out a laugh. "Good answer. Do you hike here often? We've been coming here for years, but almost never see anyone on this trail during the week."

"That's what I like about it," Susan replied. "I come here to get away from crowds. I like the seclusion. Of course, I'm not complaining today."

"I bet you're not," I interjected, feeling a little left out.

"Would you like a bagel, Susan?" Gretchen asked.

"I'd better not. I...you guys are kinda hot. More than kinda hot. If I don't get out of here soon, I'll be tempted to do something I might regret later."

My cock started to stiffen as I looked at this young woman struggling with her decision. To be truthful, I was hoping that Gretchen would give her a nudge to stay. If it was going to happen, it would be much better if it was her suggesting it than me. To my dismay, Gretchen just nodded in understanding.

"Would you do us a favor and take a picture or two with us," she asked. "I want to document this for our contest."

"Sure," said Susan with a smile.

I positioned the camera on the rock, set the timer, and then scurried over to get in the frame before the camera captured the image. We took a few pictures just to make sure, then set the camera aside. Susan took a long, hungry look at Gretchen's body, then did the same to mine.

"Well, I'd better get going. My boyfriend is going to have a lunchtime to remember, but he'll never know why." She let out a nervous giggle, and slowly headed down the trail, looking over her shoulder at us and waving. Clearly, she was hoping for an invitation that didn't come. I silently cursed Gretchen, and she knew it.

"I'd tell you to keep it in your pants, big boy, but you aren't wearing any," she joked. "I thought about it, Chris, but I don't know if I'm ready for that. Maybe, if I had a few glasses of wine in me."

"Whatever are you talking about, love?" 

"Yeah, right Chris. Nice try," Gretchen giggled.

We sat on the blanket and ate breakfast, then packed up and took a long hike down the trail. We took pictures along the way, and after a few hours we circled back and took a last dip in the pond before returning to our car. I was about to get into the driver seat when I noticed a scrap of paper under the windshield wiper. I looked at it and smiled:

Susan I couldn't help myself! 631-555-1623

I smiled and handed the scrap to Gretchen. She looked at it and smiled.

"I'll hold onto this for now, Chris. You never know. You've got a birthday coming up," she said with an evil smile.

We got into the Jimmy and pulled out of the park, headed back to the interstate. We only had to travel two exits, and this time we didn't encounter any trucker friends along the way. We were both hungry, so we decided to hit a Wendy's drive through for lunch. I pulled to the menu board and placed our order, then drove up to the first window as instructed.

The cashier could see that I was shirtless, but couldn't see anything else. I handed her my credit card and she handed it back, leaning down a little. It was then that she caught a glimpse of Gretchen, and she nearly dropped the card out the window. At that moment, Gretchen snapped a photo, perfectly capturing the expression on her face. We laughed as I pulled up to the next window to receive the bags of food. 

Suddenly, there were four or five pimply faced teens bunched up at the window, fighting over the space that would allow them to see the naked customers on their drive through line. One leaned out way too far as he handed me the bag of food, nearly falling out in the process.

"Happy Nude Day," Gretchen called out to them as we pulled away. We could hear the adolescent snickering as we drove off.

I'd decided we would spend the afternoon at our local beach, which had a nude section. Perhaps it was cheating a little, but I didn't have a problem with it. We'd already had quite an adventure, and I was sure we had this contest sewn up. We ate in the car on the way, and arrived at the beach around one in the afternoon.

Once again, we grabbed the blanket and cooler, but also took an umbrella, two beach chairs, towels, and some sunscreen. The beach was mostly empty, and we walked down to the far end and set up camp. Gretchen stretched out on her tummy on the blanket and asked me to apply sunscreen to her back.

I knelt beside her and opened the cooler, taking the sunscreen out. The bottle was cold, and Gretchen shivered as I squeezed the bottle and drew a line down one side of her back, starting from the top and going all the way to the bottom of her ass cheek. I switched to the other side, and ran a line back up again. I used my hands to spread the cream and rub it in, starting on her shoulders and slowly working my way down. By the time I was working the sunscreen onto her ass cheeks, Gretchen was breathing hard and squirming.

I added a line to the back of each of her legs, and started at the bottom and worked my way up one, then the other leg. As I neared the top of her thighs, I made sure my hand lightly brushed her pussy, causing her to gasp. I glanced around and saw that the nearest people were a good fifty yards away, so I became more serious. Reaching between her legs, I slipped my thumb inside her and brought my fingers around underneath the top of her bush. It took a little doing until I managed to position my hand so that my thumb was deep inside her and my fingers could toy with her clit.

"Fuck, Chris. We're gonna get caught," she muttered as she looked down at the populated end of the beach.

"Hush. No one is paying any attention to us. I'm going to make you cum out here in public. If you're worried about it, you'd better hurry then," I said with a smile.

"You're fucking crazy. You...Ummmm."

Gretchen stopped talking and just went with it. I could tell she was struggling to keep her body reasonably still, not wanting to be obvious. She was having a difficult time of it. As her orgasm neared, she stopped trying so hard, squirming and grinding against my hand until her body shook as she came. She was biting her lip in an attempt to keep quiet, and did an admirable job, I thought. 

I'd had my back to the populated end of the beach, and my cock was fully erect at this point. Gretchen sat up to say something and gasped. There was another couple sitting on the other side of us, and they had obviously watched the entire show. The man clapped lightly and smiled when we looked at him, and his partner was laughing loudly. They appeared to be in their late forties or so, and were quite amused by our predicament.

"That's quite an interesting sunscreen application technique you have there, partner," the man said with a Texas drawl. 

"Doesn't he though?" quipped the woman. 

"I told you we were going to get caught," said Gretchen as she slapped my arm. "How embarrassing!"

"Don't you fret, little darlin," the man replied. "We don't mean nothin' by it."

"Sorry. We thought we were alone down here," I said.




A Day to Remember



"Well," said Gretchen. "Happy Nude Day to you both."

"Oh? Is that what today is?" asked the woman. "And you two decided to spend it here?"

"We've kind of been all over," said Gretchen. "After the beach we'll head home for a barbeque and some skinny dipping."

"You've been naked all day?"

"All day," I replied. "We're having a contest with another couple. Trying to see who can outdo each other. They're the type that always has to win, if you know what I mean."

"I know the type well," replied the man. "By the way, my name's Jim. Jim Young. This here's my wife Missy. We're here visiting family, and decided to escape to the beach today. I'm glad we did," he said with that smile again.

"I'm Chris, and this is my wife Gretchen." 

We got up from the blanket and moved to our beach chairs under the umbrella. We chatted with Jim and Missy for a while. They were nice people, and gladly took a few pictures with us for our Nude Day portfolio. As the afternoon waned, conversation slowed until Missy rose up from her chair and looked at Jim.

"What say we go on to the hotel and you rub some sunscreen on my back, Jimmy? You think you can remember the technique Chris here used?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Darlin," Jim drawled.

They gathered up their belongings and bid us goodbye, then headed down the beach to the parking lot. We watched them go, sipping on water as we sat in the shade. When they were out of earshot, Gretchen let me have it.

"Damn you, Chris. How the hell did you not see them sneak up on us?"

"Me? What about you? I was busy!"

"Busy my ass, mister," she said with a laugh. 

"Exactly, Gretch."

"I think we'd better head home before we get into any more trouble," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, it is getting late," I replied.

We gathered our stuff and headed to the car, tossing everything into the back and getting in for the ride home. We had been driving for a short while when I came upon one of those neighborhood stop signs people tend to slowly drift through. I did the same, not even paying attention until I saw the lights flashing behind us.

"Oh, fuck."

"What's the matter, Chris?"

I pointed behind us, and Gretchen looked out the rear window. "Chris," she screamed. "What the hell did you do?"

"Ummm...I may have rolled through that stop sign back there. Maybe."

"Oh my God. We're going to get arrested. Chris! What were you thinking?" she moaned.

I didn't respond, choosing to sit quietly as the officer approached. I rolled the window part way down as he neared the door. 

"Can I see your license, registrat..."

His words cut off in midstream when he realized we were nude. He looked at me, then at Gretchen, then at Gretchen again. And again. 

"So, do you have some kind of explanation for this," he asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Gretchen put a hand to my lips to stop me. She'd caught the officer's attention, and figured if we could get out of this, it was going to be because of her.

"It's like this, officer. Today is National Nude Day. Happy Nude Day, by the way," she said with a smile. "My husband and I made an inadvisable wager with another couple about who could have the best Nude Day adventure. They are...well...they are the kind of friends that always have something bigger and better than everyone else, and they gloat about it. Just this once, we wanted to top them, do you understand?"

"I know the type," said the officer. "Go on."

"Well, we made a few stops, including the nude beach, and we're on our way home right now for the evening."

"There have been several reports of public nudity over the airwaves today," he laughed. "Was that you two?"

"Well..." said Gretchen as she scrunched up her nose. "I guess it could have been."

"You say you're going home now?"

"Yes. We're about five minutes away."

"And you're staying there? No going out for ice cream or anything?"

"Yes, officer. Home for the night."

He let out a big sigh, then bent down and looked in the car window. He was very clearly taking in a good view of Gretchen's ample set of tits. He continued to stare at them as he spoke.

"I think I'm going to let you folks go home for two very good reasons."

"Oh? What are those?" Gretchen asked.

"I think it's obvious," he replied. "First, my shift is almost over, and the last thing I want to do is to write up a pile of paperwork for this. Second, I'm going to have quite a story to tell at roll call tomorrow," he said with a grin.

She turned in her seat to face him, giving him an even better view of her tits. 

"Those are two incredible reasons, officer."

"Yes they are," he said with a big laugh. "Yes they are indeed. You folks get home and have a good night now."

"Thank you officer," I replied.

"Happy Nude Day to you folks," he finished with a smile, then headed for his cruiser.

Gretchen fumbled for the camera and got a few shots out the back window, capturing herself and the officer getting into his car. I carefully drove home the rest of the way and pulled the Jimmy into the garage and closed the door behind us. 

We had a wonderful barbeque dinner and took a long swim in the pool, relaxing at the end of a long day. We stayed outside as long as we could bear the mosquitos, then retreated into the house. As we lay in bed after making love yet again, a sated Gretchen curled up on my chest and looked up at me.

"Honey?" she asked. "When is Nude Day next year?"

* * * *

Brenda and Ryan sat on the couch, listening to our story and looking at the photos. Eventually, Brenda grabbed them from him, figuring he'd seen quite enough of Gretchen in her birthday suit.

We had them, and we knew it. So did they. Brenda tossed the pictures onto the coffee table and sat back on the couch.

"There's no need to get into our day, guys. You won, hands down," she said. "I can't believe you went along with this, Gretchen."

"It was actually a lot of fun, Brenda. And exciting. And a bit of a turn on."

"I'll say," replied Ryan as he shifted in his seat and adjusted something in the front of his pants. "I didn't know the two of you had it in you."

"Never underestimate us Ryan," I said. "Now, it's dinner time, and you're due to pay up."

"I guess so, Chris. Damn you!"

The four of us left the house and climbed into the Jimmy, then headed off to our victory dinner. I glanced at Gretchen as I drove, grabbing her hand in mine. She glanced back and gave me a sexy smile, letting me know exactly what I would be having for dessert later that night.



A Day to Remember



My girlfriend and I have been off an on for almost six year now. Recently, she says she's in it strictly for the sex. She doesn't want to marry me. But I can feel it in her. She's not happy when we're just having sex. She expects me to take her places, make her laugh, treat her like a person... as far as I can tell, that contradicts "just sex."

She just can't make up her mind. But I developed a plan for getting her head straight. The last time we were together, I made sure we had a few days to ourselves.

I brought her back to my place the first night and I could immediately tell she was feeling frisky as she all but tried to run to my bedroom. I caught her up in my arms and told her not to move from where we stood near the front door. I told her that if she expected anything to happen, it was going to start right there and now.

She was always up for having sex in the most awkward of places, but she was apprehensive about having sex out in public where we could be caught. With a bit of gentle prodding though, she could be coaxed into it. However, we were in no danger of being caught, so she just bit her lip and smiled pensively. I gestured for her to undress and she did so slowly. I felt myself begin to swell with arousal as I watched perform a little show. She was not well practiced in seduction or anything else exotic. She had always been the one to get seduced. But her nervousness was somehow all the more attractive as she stripped the last of her clothes off.

I let her stand there for a few seconds as she wondered if I was going to make the first move or if she would have to. Impatiently, she raised her arms, beckoning me for a hug. I pulled her in close and kissed her as I grabbed hold of her butt and tugged her groin against mine. My hands slid down between her thighs and I hefted her up, wrapping her legs around me. I sat her down on the arm of my couch, nuzzled her neck, clawed her ribs, pulled her hair, kissed her chest and sucked her nipples.

I folded her arms behind her, slipped my arms under her legs and raised her up onto my shoulders as I sank my tongue between her lips and found her clit. She clasped my head in her hands as she stifled her cries as she usually did. I bit her a little and she finally made a noise she couldn't hold back. She was breathing more heavily than ever before.

I tossed her onto the couch and she bounced a little as she giggled. I moved in and slid an arm around her legs and dove in and kissed her from her stomach up to her lips and as I fingered her lovingly. She clawed at my shirt, pulling it up over my head. I picked up and brought her back to the arm of the couch and placed her so that she was straddled at its edge. She back at me over her shoulder as I removed my pants. She leaned against me and reached back to touch me through my underwear. She struggled to get my underwear down past my penis and grabbed hold of me.

I grabbed her hips and slid into her. I leaned over her, extending my arms up to her legs and gripped her thighs and pounded against her. She rubbed her head against mine. I pulled away, pressed my hand into her back as I took one of her arms and continued to push in. She threw her other arm back and I caught hold of it. I was riding her like an American chopper. I pulled out and got her down from the couch and led her back to my room.

She was definitely excited as she pulled me to kiss her. I kissed down her body until I was on my knees. I turned her around and got her to grab her ankles as I kissed and licked her salivating lips. I stood up and I entered her again. She teetered with every thrust. I picked up a bottle of lube from my shelf and drizzled a bit between her cheeks. I heard her gasp. It was cold. I massaged the fluid into her anus as it began to pucker anxiously. Sliding in one thumb and then another, I began to slowly stretch her. She gasped again. I looked down at her. She looked back up at me. She wasn't really a fan of anal, but she was open to it and she appreciated that when I did it, it wasn't painful or overly uncomfortable for her.

She raised her hands from her ankles and placed them on her butt, spreading her cheeks as I pulled out and readjusted my aim. I slowly worked my way in and she started to stand up. I grabbed her arms and folded them in front of her. I lifted her up so she was squatting at the edge of my bed. She huffed as I continued to thrust. I had my hands on her breasts and between her legs as I kissed her neck.

I eventually laid her down on her back and pushed her legs up. Instinctively, she grabbed her cheeks again, spreading her anus wide enough for me to slip in. I began to increase the speed of my thrusts as I grew closer to climax. I noticed she was staring at me. This had been a unique experience. She had never allowed me to cum inside her before.

I pulled out and I sat her up. I stood there in front of her, staring into her eyes, my junk dangling just an inch from her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair and my eyes darted briefly to my penis. I watched as her eyes fell upon the rod in front of her. I began to nudge the back of her head ever so subtly. She looked up at me again as she slowly moved forward and pressed her lips to the tip of my pole. Her lips spread slightly and the moistened feeling of her lips and tongue teased me before she wrapped her mouth wholly around the head. This was something else she had never done, taking in me her mouth after anal. I pushed her hair behind her head and placed my hands on her head, drawing myself deeper into her mouth until I was at the back of her throat.

I pulled out, kissed her on the forehead, and pushed her back onto the bed. I bent in, wrapped her legs around my head and began to work on that trick where you try to tie a cherry stem into a knot with just your tongue. Perhaps my one weakness in the world is that I cannot resist the taste of her. She came three times. Old news. I know her backward and forward.

She went to the bathroom and cleaned up. We ate a light dinner and went to sleep. I had no intention of sleeping through the night, however. I simply laid awake staring at he ceiling until about two in the morning. There's something about being woken up mid-sleep that really turns her on. I stood at her side of the bed. I lent in and kissed her and massaged her breast until she stirred, taking my hand in hers and guiding me down between her legs. Almost fully aroused myself, I lightly touched her lips with my penis. She didn't react right away. Another nudge and she opened her mouth without opening her eyes. I tilted her head to the side to get a better angle. I felt her hum through me. I pulled out and she opened her eyes slightly.

She ran her hand up my leg and grabbed my arm, pulling me down. I got onto the bed and lent over her again, kissing her. I repositioned myself so that my knees were up near her shoulders and I put myself back in her mouth. She wasn't anymore fond of oral sex than she was of anal, but in her half-awake state, it clearly didn't bother her. Truthfully, I found the position tiresome, so I moved down and slid in between her legs. I pulled her astride me and we kissed sexed into the night.

And that was the first night...