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In the Mood

By: eros469



It was Thursday night and Michele was in one of those moods. She wanted, no she needed some erotic sexual activity. She didn’t really care what kind as long as it was with someone exciting and warm blooded. Not that she wasn’t choosy, she definitely was choosy. She was just use to getting what she wanted and when she wanted it and she wanted some tonight. 

She made sure she dressed for the occasion. She took a long hot bath, shaved her legs and pussy until they were perfectly smooooth. Put on a short black skirt to show of her legs, a leopard tank that dipped low enough to show some of her cleavage and her leopard print shoes.

She wasn’t sure what she was looking for so she decided to go to the Village. The Village was a multi-level club with two dance areas, a pub with pool tables and darts, and a lounge with big chairs and couches. She took a slow stroll through all the rooms checking to see what would catch her eye. It wasn’t real busy, but there were a few people that might be able to help her out. She settled on a great looking Latin man who was at the bar near the swing dancing floor. 

She walked up to the bar a short distance from him and order a drink. She quickly caught his eye and flashed him her can you handle me smile. He moved over and started talking to her, but after a couple minutes she knew that looks once again could be deceiving and she excused herself and continued her search. 

She saw a tall dark hair man who looked like model or a swimmer, maybe both. He was 6’4” nice shoulders, great ass, very nice dark eyes and a nice smile He was playing pool with another man who was 6’ blond hair, a little heavier built, larger arms, looked like spent some time in the gym. She was attracted to the dark hair man. She sat down on a stool near by and watched them play for a while. She chatted with them as they played. The dark hair man was Jason and the blond was Evan. She crossed her legs and let her skirt rise high up on her thighs. They were both very friendly and she enjoyed talking to them, but they didn’t appear interested in more than just casual conversation with her. Then she heard Evan ask Jason where his wife had gone. Well strike two thought Michele. 

She decided to try her luck in the lounge. There were only a few men and one woman in the lounge. None of the men in the lounge interested her, but the women sitting in the corner by herself that was strikingly beautiful. She had shoulder length auburn hair and full red lips. She was wearing a blouse and skirt Michele recognized from her last shopping trip. She had almost bought the same outfit. She went over a told her that she loved her outfit. The women’s name was Jennifer. She was very warm and friendly and soon they were talking and laughing like they had known each other for years. A couple times Jennifer’s hand brushed Michele’s thigh as they chatted. Michele was getting very excited. She could feel her pussy getting damp. She had to have this woman. 

As the waitress brought them their drinks they had ordered she tripped and spilt some wine on Jennifer’s top. The waitress was very embarrassed, apologized profusely and offered to help her clean up. 

Michele seized the moment and told her “That won’t be necessary, just bring me some salt and I’ll take care of it. The waitress brought the salt and Jennifer and Michele got up and went to the bathroom. They sat down on the couch in the bathroom and Michele started to but some salt on the Jennifer’s top. As she worked in the salt she felt the top of Jennifer’s breast. She moved lower than necessary and felt Jennifer’s nipple stiffen as she rubbed it. She could see and hear Jennifer’s breathing rate increase. She moved around to the side of her breast and caressed it, then moved back to her nipple. A moan escaped Jennifer’s lips. 

Michele asked “Why don’t you take off your blouse and Ill rinse the salt out.”

Jennifer pulled the top off over her head. Her breast her gorgeous, a large firm C cup with big light brown nipples. Michele had a hard time pulling herself of the couch to wash out the salt. She quickly washed the spot out and pulled out some paper towels to blot the blouse dry. 

She sat back down on the couch and handed the top back, “I think it needs to dry a little more.” 

As Jennifer tried to dry the spot Michele reached over and caressed her breast. She rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She caressed the side of her breast and leaned over to pull her nipple gently into her mouth. Jennifer gasped. Michele rolled her nipple around with her tongue and continued to squeeze and caress her breast. Michele pulled away from her breast put her hand behind Jennifer’s head and pulled her lips onto hers. Their mouths melted together and their tongues danced feverishly. Jennifer’s hands ran up Michele’s thighs. They heard someone open the bathroom door and Jennifer quickly put her top back on. 

“Jennifer, lets go back to my place, so we wont be disturbed any more.” 

“Oh I would love to Michele, but I cant, I’m here with my husband and his friend, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe how much I’m attracted to you, maybe some other time?” 

Michele was floored, she was sure she would be cuddling up between this woman’s legs tonight. The disappointment must have showed in her eyes. 

Jennifer asked her, “Why don’t we go down stairs and Ill introduce you and then maybe we can dance?”

Jennifer grabbed her hand and they walked downstairs to the pool tables. Michele saw Jason and Evan were still playing pool. 

Jason saw her and said, “Hi, I see you meant my wife.” 

“You two have already meant?” asked Jennifer 

“We where talking earlier before I went upstairs.”

“Jason why don’t you two come up stairs and dance with Michele and me?”

“Sure we were just about to come and see what was taking you so long anyway.”

The four of them went back up stairs to where the d-jay was playing some dance mix. All of them headed straight out to the floor and started dancing. Michele was still a bit off balance from finding out Jennifer was married and with her husband. 

Then Jennifer came up behind her on the dance floor pressing her breast into her back and wrapping her arms around waist and whispered in her ear, “You know you could have both of us tonight.”

Michele answered by taking Jennifer’s hands and bringing them up to her breast. Jennifer cupped her breast and squeezed her nipples as she ground her body into the back of Michele’s. Michele looked up to see Jason smiling at her as he danced closer and closer to her. Soon he was pressing in on her from the front, wrapping his arms around both Michele and Jennifer. Michele could feel his cock hardening against her belly. 

Most people in the dance area where now watching the three of them. Evan had stopped dancing and was just watching. Michele turned around between Jason and Jennifer. She pulled Jennifer’s lips to her and kissed her as she wiggled her butt against Jason’s cock. She felt Jason’s hand moving up her waist against her skin. His hand slid under her top to caress her breast. Michele’s hands roamed over Jennifer’s butt, squeezing and pulling her tight against her. Their lips remained locked as their tongues intertwined. It took them a few moments to notice when the music ended. They all looked at each other and laughed.

“Lets get out of here before we get arrested” Michele said. 

Jennifer and Jason’s said they had a pool and they could go swimming later so they decide to go to their house. Evan volunteered to drive, so they all piled into his truck. Jennifer climbed in next to Evan. Michele getting in last climb up on Jason’s lap. As soon as they got out of the parking lot Jennifer was caressing Michele’s breast. Jason pulled Michele’s top off over her head. As soon as her breasts were exposed Jennifer had her nipple in her mouth. After sucking on each nipple and feeling it harden in her mouth. She started kissing her way down Michele’s belly. 

Jennifer turned and kneeled on the floor board between Michele’s legs kissing her thighs, slowly moving up between her legs. Jason was caressing her breast as Evan tried to keep his eyes on the road. Michele lifted her legs up and placed her feet on the dash board, as Jennifer’s tongue slid into her pussy. 

Michelle gasped as Jennifer’s tongue slid up through her slit and flicked her clit. Michele arched her back and pushed her pussy into Jennifer’s face. As her butt lifted of Jason’s lap Jason unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock. Jennifer grabbed his cock and pulled it in to her mouth. Michele lowered her butt back onto Jason’s lap and watched between her legs as Jason’s cock disappeared into Jennifer’s mouth once, twice and then three times. Jason’s cock was a nice size 6 ½” and fairly thick. Jennifer pushed it back against Michele’s pussy, rubbing it between the lips of her pussy. Michele lifted her butt up again until Jennifer could push the head of his cock into Michele’s pussy. Michele slowly settled back down as Jason’s cock eased deep into her. 

Jennifer resumed licking Michele’s pussy, flicking her tongue across her clit as Michele started riding up and down on Jason’s cock. Jennifer’s tongue licking her clit and Jason’s cock moving in and out of her pussy brought Michele to her first orgasm within a minute. As soon as her first orgasm ended another started. 

She was now bouncing up and down on Jason’s lap screaming again and again as she came. “OH GOD.. FUCK ME.. FUCK ME. OH YES…...LICK ME JENNIFER ..  OH GOD YOUR TONGUE FEELS SO GOOD …….OH YES…… FUCK ME JASON….. OH I WANT TO FEEL YOU COME IN ME ……….OH YESSSS YESSSSS FUCK ME.. FUCK ME .........OH YESSSS…….LICK ME JENNIFER” 

She felt Jason’s cock harden and start to spasm in her and she slammed down hard on his lap and held his cock deep in her as it spurted again and again. Jennifer lifted her head up. Michele’s juices covered her chin and cheeks.

Michele noticed that the truck was parked in a driveway. “How long have we been here?”

“Only a couple minutes” Evan replied “I didn’t want to disturb you, it look like you were having to much fun.”

“Only getting started” Michele replied. 

“Well lets go have some fun then.” 

Evan jumped out of the truck and Jennifer followed him out the driver’s side. Jason kicked his pants off of his legs, picked up Michele and carried her in to the house. Evan and Jennifer had already disappeared somewhere. Jason carried Michele down some stairs into what looked like a large basement, which was now a playroom. There was a bar with four stools at one end, a pool table close to the bar, a couch and several chairs and at the other end what looked like a large assortment of bondage equipment. There was an X-frame that was mounted, so that it could be placed horizontal or vertical. There was also a very skinny padded stool 3 feet long only 8 inches wide. On either side of the stool were padded arms that stuck out with nylon belts attached so a person could be placed on stool on their knees and elbows and tied down. The stool appeared to be just high enough so that a woman’s mouth and pussy would be at the right height to receive a man’s cock. There were also assorted handcuffs, spreader bars, gags and ropes hanging on the wall, as well as a table with assorted dildos, vibrators and strap-ons. 

As Jason carried Michele over to towards the bondage area Michele began to get a little nervous and very excited. “What did you have in mind Jason?” she asked. 

“Just a little fun, as you said we are only getting started.” he replied. 

“Where are Jennifer and Evan?” 

“Oh, they’ll be down in a minute, in the mean time lets get you ready.”

Jason set Michele down, he wrapped his arms around her, unzipped her skirt and pulled it to the floor. “I don’t think you’ll be needing this for awhile.”

He then walked over and took two pairs of 2” wide leather cuffs from the wall. He knelt in front of Michele and placed a cuff on each ankle and then stood and placed one on each wrist. He unlocked the X-frame and swung it around so that it was Vertical. He led Michele over to it and stood her facing the X. He hooked her ankle cuffs to bottom of each leg of the X and her wrist cuffs to the top of each leg of the X. He walked around the frame so that he was facing her and unlocked the center of the X, then spread the legs of the X until Michele’s arms and legs where spread very wide apart. 

He wrapped the belt at the center of the X around Michele’s waist and buckled it tight. Than rolled over a tall bench and positioned it front of Michele. He tilted the X-frame down until Michele was now laying horizontal, her torso from her crouch to just below her breast was supported by the center of the X-frame. Her full breast dangled below her.

Jason ran his hands along her arms and down to her breast, where he stop to softly tweak her nipple, then along her side across her butt and down her thighs to her calf’s, then back up her thigh to her butt. He paused, she felt his hand lift for a few seconds and then….. SMACK.. 

She felt his hand come down on her butt, not real hard, just enough to warm her skin and send a flash through her. Michele heard foot steps then Jennifer’s voice.

“I see you have Michele all ready for us.” 

Jennifer walk around in front of Michele. “Now its your turn to please me.” 

She climbed on top of the bench that Jason had placed in front of Michele. Michele looked up at her. Jennifer was naked, her pussy shaved from her the top of her clit down to her anus. It was glistening with moisture. She laid down in front of Michele placing a leg on each side of her head. Then she moved her butt down the bench top until her pussy was just below Michele’s face.

“Now lick me .. I want you to make me scream until I can’t take it anymore.” 

She but her hands on top of Michele’s head and pushed her face into her pussy. Michele began licking her pussy, starting on the outside lips of her vulva, slowly working her way in, occasionally sucking her lips into her mouth. As Jennifer started to respond her pussy opened up and juice leaked down to her anus. Michele moved inward to her inner lips and licked up through her slit carefully avoiding Jennifer’s clit. As she licked Jennifer’s pussy Michele felt hands caressing her entire body, from her toes to her ears. Then she felt tongues and lips moving all over her. Then tongue was licking her thighs moving up to her butt and then hands spreading her butt cheeks. She felt a tongue run up and around her anus. Her butt muscles twitched and her thighs tried to squeeze together. The tongue ran up and down between her legs from her clit to her anus and back. Then nothing. 

She continued teasing Jennifer, barely starting to lick the edges of her clit. Jennifer had started thrusting her hips into her face, trying to make her lick her clit more. Jennifer was starting to get very vocal moaning and telling Michele how much she enjoyed her tongue.

Telling her repeatedly “OH YES COME ON ..LICK ME MICHELE.. LICK MY PUSSY”. 

Then Michele felt her butt cheeks being spread again and cool lubricate running down her crack. A finger pushed into her anus, She felt her sphincter grip the finger as it slid into her. Then finger withdrew and she felt a vibration pushing into her ass. It was either a butt plug or a small vibrator. It pushed harder and her anus stretch around it, then it got smaller and was inside her. She new it was a vibrating butt plug. Her sphincter gripped it and held it tight in her ass. The vibrating made her pussy tingle and she increased her tongue rate on Jennifer’s clit. 

Jennifer reached down and spread her pussy lips exposing her clit more to Michele’s probing tongue. “OH MICHELE YES.YES..YES COME ON LICK ME MICHELE.. LICK MY PUSSY .. OH YES .. OH I’M GOING TO COME OH YES” 

Jennifer’s hips were bucking up into Michele’s face, while one hand spread her lips the other was on the back of Michele’s head pulling her tight against her pussy. She screamed over and over as she came. Finally Jennifer’s hands went limp and she laid exhausted on the bench. 

“Now it’s our turn.” Michele heard Evan say. 

The bench with Jennifer laying on it was rolled away and Evan stood in front of her. His cock was at as big as Jason’s but it was only half erect. He lifted up and ran the head around her lips. She flicked her tongue around the head and then opened her mouth as he pushed it into her. His cock quickly harden. It grew so wide she had to open her mouth all the way to get it in. He moved it in and out of her mouth a few times each time easing it in further, until it hit the back of her throat. He then gently fucked her mouth for a few minutes, before he pulled his cock out. 

He step back and was replaced by Jason. Jason pushed his cock in to her mouth and left it deep in her mouth. His cock wasn’t as thick and was more comfortable in her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the ridge while he held it in her mouth. She felt Evan’s hands rubbing her thigh and ass. Then spreading the lips of her pussy. She felt his huge cock pushing into her pussy. He worked it back and forth easing it in a little further each stoke. Soon it was completely buried in her. 

“Oh God Jason you should feel her vibrating pussy this butt plug works great.”

“Are you ready Michelle?” Jason asked. 

Michele could only grunt with his cock in her mouth. Jason and Evan both started fucking her, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. They fucked in unison, both of them pushing in at the same time and then both pulling out. They fucked her with long slow strokes for five or ten minutes then they started picking up speed. Jennifer crawled underneath her and started sucking on her breast and using her fingers to play with her clit. Jason held the back of her head and pulled himself into her mouth each stroke. Evan held her hips and pulled and pushed himself in and out. Faster and faster they went. Michele would have been screaming if the cock wasn’t blocking her mouth. She came again and again as they fucked her. Then she felt Evan’s cock growing in her pussy, felt start to spasm again and again. He grunted loudly as he came in her. They pulled their cocks out of her, unclipped her cuffs and help her down from the X-frame. Her knees were week. Jason laid down on some pillows and Evan and Jennifer help Michele to straddle Jason. They let her down on his cock.

Jason’s hands reached up and caressed her breast. “We aren’t done with you yet Michele, ..Fuck me ..Ride my cock.” 

Michele was weak and exhausted, but his cock felt good and she started slowly rocking up and down. Evan came over and placed a chair over Jason’s head. Michele saw Jennifer returning from the table with a strap-on. The strap-on had a dildo on each side. She pushed the large dildo up into her pussy, then wrapped the belt around her waist and buckled it. She turned a knob on the side of the belt and Michele could her the humming of a vibrator. 

“Oh that feels good, you are going to like this Michele” Jennifer told her.

Michele watched her lube up the small vibrating strap-on. The watched her as she walked behind her. She felt Jennifer pulling the butt plug out of her ass, then felt her pushing the strap-on dildo up into her ass. She could feel Jennifer’s breast and nipples drag along her back as she fucked her ass with the dildo. 

Just three minutes ago she would of thought it was impossible for her to have any more orgasms that night, she had been exhausted, but now riding up and down on Jason’s cock as Jennifer fucked her ass with the vibrating strap-on she was could feel other orgasm building inside her. She started riding Jason’s cock with a little more energy. Evan sat down in the chair, his cock covered in Michele’s juices and his come. He told her to suck him and pulled her head towards his cock. 


In the Mood



Sequel to 'In the Act'

Faith motioned for Josh to get in first. He stepped in and immediately made room for her by going under the spray and getting his hair wet. He ran his hands through his short black hair and shook his head to clear his eyes of water. Faith had stepped in, her face still slightly flushed. She was breathing hard through her nose.

Before Josh could react to her presence, she pushed him against he wall of the shower and pulled his head down to hers. To say she devoured his mouth would be an understatement. She consumed it. Absorbed it. It was impossible to tell where her lips ended and his began. He was hard again almost instantly.

She grabbed his head with both hands, clenching it hard. Their faces moved around each other like a pair of trained dancers. Finally, she broke the kiss but held his head, both of them gasping for breath.

She pushed his shoulders back against the wall and stood on her tiptoes and licked his neck, biting it lightly. Josh shuddered against the wall, his knees buckling under him. Faith leaned into his body and took the skin right over his jugular vein into her mouth, grinding it between her teeth. Josh fought his lack of muscle control by growling deep in his throat and trying to dig his fingertips into the light blue tiles that lined the shower.

She bit harder, almost hard enough to break the skin, enjoying the sensations of his fight. She ground her stomach into his, feeling the tip of his penis brushing her belly. She released her bite on his neck, leaving impressions from her teeth. She licked her way down to his chest, nipping at it lightly as she went. She got to his nipples and grabbed onto one of his nipple rings with her teeth, pulling it, scraping her nails down his chest over his two small Spider-Man tattoos.

Josh trembled and fought the urge to scream as she pulled on his ring, grabbing handfuls of his hair and pulling them, his mouth open in a silent roar. She could feel his already stiff nipple getting even harder as she pulled. She broke away and looked him in the eyes. Then, she reached up and grabbed his wrists and really surprised him.

Faith stood up on either side of the bathtub and looped Josh's hands through a pair of handcuffs that were attached to the shower head. He pulled on them experimentally, testing their strength. She grinned up at him and grabbed his cock, squeezing hard. He flinched and tried to move away but had nowhere to go.

She reached behind her to the shelf that held their shampoos and soaps and grabbed a bottle of bath oil. She adjusted the spray so that it wouldn't wash off and rubbed the bath oil between her hands. The smell of vanilla scented the air. Faith closed her eyes and lifted her hands to her nose and inhaled, vanilla her favorite scent. She opened her eyes and returned her hands to his groin.

Faith grabbed his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. Ever so slowly, she started moving her hand up and down his pole while not moving her hands around his scrotum. Josh kept trying to lower himself into her hand, but she kept moving her hand lower.

She lowered herself to her knees, moving her hand away from his balls, but running it up and down the inside of his thighs. With her other hand still firmly on his cock, she began rubbing it on her cheeks, the scent of vanilla filling her nostrils. She sighed and rubbing the underside of his shaft against her cheek, along her chin and onto the other cheek.

Josh pulled at the handcuffs, wanting nothing more than to just grab her, throw her down and fuck her hard. Now. Right here. He grumbled about the handcuffs, pulling them back and forth along the length of the pipe. He could feel his cock straining against her hand, against her face. He groaned every time her hand touched the ridge of the head of his cock, wanting her to speed up, to finish him as fast as possible. He then remembered the action outside the shower and knew he was going to last a while. Josh sighed and concentrated on the pleasure her hand and face were giving him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and suddenly, the incredible feelings in his groin stopped.

Josh let out a soft moan and cracked his eyes. Faith was sitting back against the back of the bathtub, her legs spread. She pinched her nipples slowly while running her tongue over her lips. Josh bucked his hips while pulling on the handcuffs, threatening to pull the shower head clear out of the wall. She grinned at him and whispered "This is what you want, isn't it?" As she said this, her right hand made its second trip between her breasts and down over her stomach, stopping just shy of her pelvis.

Josh growled and pulled against the handcuffs, his arms bending backwards in their sockets. His muscles strained, his tattoos stretching on his skin. He was almost drooling as he tried to pull away from his restraints, like a dog tugging his chain to reach a cat. He jerked his head back and forth, almost as if he was trying to reach a piece of meat that was just out of reach.

Faith brushed her fingertip against her oversensitive bud and gasped, making him pull even harder. She closed her legs over her hand, letting him see her pussy and single finger, all framed by her legs. Josh continued to struggle, though she could tell he was starting to get tired. He wasn't pulling as hard and his breathing was becoming shallow. His rod was still standing up, bright red at the top, which kept her going.

She stood and faced Josh, his teeth still clenched, his upper lip drawn back as if to drop vampire fangs. She leaned forward, just out of range of his mouth and gently licked his lips. He made a sudden lunge forward, closing the gap, planting his lips on hers. Faith could hear his shoulders crack as he lunged, the sound making her stomach turn slightly. She pushed him back against the wall, releasing the tension in his shoulders, kissing him the entire way, their tongue dancing like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire.

She stood up on the edges of the tub again and undid the safety locks on the handcuffs, moaning as Josh took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it hard. She leaned her body into his mouth as he opened it and took her aureole into his mouth and sucked and licked it. She pulled away reluctantly, making a loud popping noise.

Josh pulled his arms down, rubbing his wrists, regaining circulation. He looked Faith in the eye, his hunger evident. She backed up as far as she could go and then yelped as she reached the far wall of the shower. He grinned an evil grin and pounced on her in one step, crushing her with his body against the wall, protecting her head with his hand. He growled in her ear, making her tremble. He bit her neck and grabbed her leg, lifting it to his hip, leaving her on one toe.

With one powerful thrust, he pounded himself into her, lifting her completely off the floor. She wrapped her other leg around him and groaned as he buried himself in her. He moved in and out with passion spurred by anger and pain. He was using hard and powerful strokes, shaking her entire body with each pounding. She cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing to start a burning deep within her groin.

With each plunge, the fire spread to her legs, her belly. Soon, it was reaching her stomach and her chest, spreading like the flames of a wildfire. As the burning spread, her breath came in ragged gasps, a high pitched whine emitted from her throat with each breath. She could feel the heat getting hotter and hotter, spreading further along her body, threatening to overtake her completely.

Josh wouldn't stop. He kept biting her neck, her throat, her cheeks, thrusting hard all the while. He kept up his relentless pace, back and forth, in and out, feeling like he was trying to break her in half.

Faith felt the flames take her over, invading every inch of her as every inch of him moved her body. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to stave off the inevitable. Failure. Her body crashed in on itself, folding and turning, bright lights flashing behind her eyelids.

Josh could see her eyeballs trying to roll backwards in their sockets, but he did not relent. Harder and faster he moved, sawing between her flooding lips. She rocked her body off of the wall and then crashed into it again, his hand still saving her head. He used his endurance to keep going and going, setting off another wave through her, causing more spasms through her entire body.

Finally, he started to feel his orgasm approach. He slowed down his thrusting slightly, getting as much stimulation as he could from her wetness. When he reached his peak, he threw his whole body into her, shuddering against her, setting off another wave of ecstasy in her, both of them shaking and moaning into each other's mouths.

Josh slowly and gently set her down, pulling his softening member out of her. He leaned his head against hers, breathing deeply, matching her breath for breath. She moved her head and searched for his mouth, kissing along his jaw line. His mouth met hers and the kiss that took place seemed to last for days. She could feel his racing pulse in his lips and his tongue, as well as his chest, which was pressed against hers. He could feel her heart jack hammering against her ribcage.

They stayed that was for what felt like hours. Only when the water ran cold did they move. They moved together, grabbing towels and drying each other off. They walked together to the bedroom and lay down together, falling asleep in each other's arms, not bothering to turn out the light.

"Faith," he said quietly. She responded with a grunt. "Think you're tall enough to hang up there?" He cracked an eyelid and saw that she was smiling.



In the Mood 2.0



This story was a collaborative effort; as I recall, I may have called in a favor in order to make it happen. The basic choreography and most of the text is mine. For the title and the very compelling audio portion, we have the redoubtable Cinner to thank.

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Hello, darling! May I come in? I was hoping you would be home. May I come in? It's very hot outside. Of course, I like the hot weather. And you see I'm wearing the black dress that you said you liked, which makes it that much hotter. I took a long walk downtown, and you know that sometimes when I go walking, I like to fantasize. I was fantasizing about what you and I could do if I came to visit you. And I became very aroused, darling. And did you know that sometimes when I am very aroused, I do wild things? I actually went and asked to use the ladies' room in an office building. And I went in there and stripped completely naked, and then I began to play with my pussy. It felt so good, darling, and it was so exciting because I knew that someone might come in while I was doing it. And after I got myself all worked up, I put my clothes back on and walked some more. And darling, my cunt was so wet! It was squelching as I walked. I was walking through crowds of people, and I was almost afraid they could hear it. Or, darling... maybe they could smell it! 

Here, darling, I'll sit a little closer to you. Can you smell my wet cunt? Yes, I think you can, because I see your cock is hard against your pants. You wouldn't believe how wet may panties are. Maybe you would like me to show you. I might do that, but there is something you must do for me first.

I'd like you to strip for me. You don't mind, do you? Please go slowly, I want to savor it. I'm so excited right now. Start by taking off your sandals. Yes... now the other. That's nice. Now your shirt. I like it. Now take down your trousers - tease me with it. Oh, that's lovely. Look how your cock is struggling against your underwear. Do I make your cock hard, darling? Maybe you should let me see how hard. Let the underwear down just a little. Oh, my goodness! You have a beautiful cock. Stroke your cock for me. Oh, that looks so good. I need to taste it, I need to suck it, darling, but not yet. I'm going to deny myself just a little longer. Well, look at us! You are completely naked, and I am fully dressed! And I know, I promised to show you my panties. I will keep my promise. Lie down here on the couch.

Darling, look how your cock is standing up straight. It looks so delicious! But I won't put it in my mouth until I've shown you my panties like I promised. I'm going to straddle your chest and lift up my dress so you can see. See, darling? They're my favorites, the ones you bought for me. And can you see how wet they are? Let me bring them closer. Here, I'll bring them right up by your face. My goodness, darling, they are completely, soaking wet! And do you like the way my wet cunt smells? I'm so glad you like it. I like it, too. Would you like to taste my panties? I'll rub them on your mouth. There, isn't that good? Lick my thighs, too. My juices are all over them. darling, I'm beginning to think that you would like to see my cunt. Would you like that? I'll give you a peek. I'll pull the crotch of my panties aside. There, you see how swollen and wet my cunt is? When I went to the ladies' room and took off all my clothes, I put my finger inside and brought it out all creamy, just like this. Do you like it? And then I rubbed it on my clit like this. Oooh. It's making me even wetter.

Just a moment, darling, I think I should take these panties off now. I'll take off the dress, too. Just give me a second... here I am, darling. Oh, darling, just look at my cunt! The lips are so dark and hairy, and my creamy juices are just everywhere - on my thighs, in my pubic hair, on my cunt lips, on my clit - do you like the way my cunt looks? Would you like to taste it? Oh yes, I bet I taste good. I'm going to rub it right on your face. Oh, that feels so nice! Fuck me with your tongue. Yes, tease my clit! I love it.

But wait, now. It's my turn. I've been so patient. You can eat my pussy some more in just a little while. Let me take off my brassiere. There, darling -- do you like my tits? I like to pinch my nipples like this. Now I'm going to go down here and rub my tits on your cock. I like the way that feels, and your cock smells so exciting, I've been waiting so long -- I've just got to suck it! MMmmmm! Do you like the way I suck your cock, darling? The taste makes my clit ache. Now I'm going to straddle you again and I'm going to put your cock inside my pussy -- oh -- oh -- there! I love how it feels! Can you feel me squeezing your cock with my cunt as I fuck you? Watch - I'm lifting up my tits so I can suck my own nipples! It's so exciting to do that while I fuck your cock. Oh, yes, push it in deep. It's going so deep inside me. It's stretching my cunt, and I feel so wet - would you like to eat my cunt some more? Yes, I'd like that, too. I'm going to turn around this way so we can 69 -- I want to give a good close-up view of my cunt, right up against your face. It's so hot and wet now. Please, darling, just bury your face in it. Do my juices taste good? Yes, suck my clit. Oh yes, suck it good! I'll rub my big wet cunt on your mouth. And you know what I need? I need you to cum in my mouth. Please, darling. I promise to spurt pussy juice all over your face. I'm going to do that soon...very soon... please, I need you to cum, and I want to swallow your cum, and I hope that there's a lot... oh, my... it tastes so good....



In The Mood For



It wasn't a scene form a Wong Kar Wai movie, but there were a number of elements which would have fit very well – the classic elegance of the lobby lounge where we were meeting, the conservative yet sexy line of her suit with the straight short skirt and tailored jacket showing her figure so marvellously. However the vibrantly coloured silk blouse underneath matched her mood, which is in such stark contrast to the characters in his films.

The excitement of our meeting has me in a similar mood, making for a very enjoyable time over a drink in the chic lounge. Her flirtatious gestures open and provocative, the smile on her face leaving no doubt that my intentions are not out of step with hers.

As we make our motions to leave and head up to my room she places her hand over mine, leans in close and whispers to me, "I'm afraid I'm far too excited to control myself – I'll have to leave that up to you."

"I think that sounds terribly fun," I answer, her smile assuring me that I understood her meaning.

It isn't however until we reach the room that I dare follow her wishes. The moment the door closes behind us I wrap my arms tightly around her. Then, stepping back, I admire her outfit – sexy high heels, sheer hose, the elegant cut of her skirt and jacket, and of course my eyes linger at the hint of cleavage showing under her brightly coloured blouse. I'm not nearly as fashionable in my conservative suit but glad to have dressed my part for the occasion.

I pull her back into my arms, leaning against the wall and kissing her passionately as our embrace begins to release the desire which has been building. I start to admire her with my hands – the curve of her behind, her hips, the feel of the lace bra through her blouse.

Pressing my hips against hers, I pay closer attention to the curve of her behind. As my hands wander in search of the outline of her panties she raises her eyebrows and smiles. A small extra rush of excitement runs through me, making me that much harder as I press my lust against her. Reaching down and lifting the back of her skirt I run my hands over her stockings, squeezing her behind as I pull her hips against mine.

Taking a firm hold of her around the waist, I lift and carry her over to the bed, eliciting a startled exclamation as I toss her up to land on the soft mattress. She makes motions to reach down to take off her shoes but I quickly brush her hands aside, "Your shoes are far too sexy to take off in bed."

I quickly slip off my jacket and tie before joining her on the bed, jumping myself to land on my side beside her, smiling lasciviously as I look into her eyes. Tracing my fingers from her cheek down her neck, then lower between her breasts I fumble just a little as I unbutton her blouse with one hand. I slowly tease it open, my fingers lingering over the delicate lace of her bra.

Lying beside her, I slowly tease her nipple through the lace. Then, pulling down just enough to allow her nipple to peek out, I lean forward to touch it with the tip of my tongue. Her bra is conveniently clasped at the front – I unfasten it and open my mouth wide to take more of her breast into my mouth. As she starts to squirm I roll my leg on top of her and push her arms up over her head. I hold her tightly as I tease, lick and suck her nipple, grinding my hard cock against her thigh. Her legs kick harder as I lick faster, her whole body finally shuddering in my arms as she comes.

While she lies still a moment I slide down the bed a little, kneeling beside her. I pull her knees up and spread her legs, pushing her skirt up high on her hips. I smile when I see that she is naked under her panty hose as her smile had earlier hinted. She looks up at me, uncertain of what might come next.

I act on my lustful impulses, reaching down between her legs, taking delicate hold of her hose to pull it away from her before quickly ripping open the crotch. She first lets out a surprised gasp, then laughs out loud. But her laugh quickly turns into quiet moans as I slide my arms under her hips and lift just enough to reach her wet lips with my tongue. She squeezes me tightly between her legs as I tease with my tongue, running small circles around her clit, drinking the pleasure between her lips.

When my own excitement overtakes me I quickly throw off my clothes, then climb on top, straddling just over her hips. I slip my hard cock between her breasts, slowly press them together, squeezing my desire between them. Then I lean forward, rising up on my knees and reach down to hold her arms with my hands. I lean forward, pressing my cock to her lips, teasing a little as I slowly move my hips, wearing down her hesitation. She first slips her tongue out to touch the tip of my cock, flicking it quickly and lightly before putting it back and smiling at me. After I rub myself across her lips again she opens her mouth wider, licking around the head before opening wider still, inviting me further.

I push deep into her mouth, her lips and tongue feeling divine as I slowly grind my hips over her face. Then pulling back slowly her tongue dances around and over me inside her mouth until it teases just the tip again, her neck craning forward for one more lick as I keep pulling back. Leaning back, I slip my wet cock back between her breasts. Squeezing gently but this time rocking my hips I start fucking her breasts, smiling at the intensity of the feeling, teasing her nipples with my thumbs as I slide slowly back and forth. 

Before my excitement becomes too much for me I jump up from her, hopping off the bed. I grab hold of her ankles and pull her to the side of the bed, turning her over in the process. The sheets do a wonderful job of pulling her skirt even higher in the process, allowing me to fondle her legs right up to her behind after I lower her feet down to the floor. The heels bring her to just the right height as I bend her over against the bed and rub my cock between her thighs. Spreading her legs just a bit further I find the wetness between her thighs and slip inside. I hear her crying out with pleasure as I thrust hard and deep inside, my hands fondling her ass through the hose. As her excitement begins to peak I reach around and take hold of her breast, squeezing her nipple between my fingers, thrusting harder and faster until she screams out, pounding the bed with her fists, squeezing me tighter with every wave washing over her.

Her knees wobbling, I push her up onto the bed and flip her over, my lust still inside. I lift her legs up over my shoulders and grab hold of her hips. She raises her hands up over her head, running her fingers through her hair, pulling it wildly in every direction as I push deeper inside again. Her breasts look astoundingly beautiful with her arms up, bouncing with each thrust of my hips. They invite my hands, cupping them as I tease her nipples, still allowing them to move with her body. Moving one foot down, she pokes at me with her sharp heel, teasing my nipple as I lose myself in pleasure. She watches my face more closely as I pick up the pace of my hips, squeezes me tighter as she too feels a rush of pleasure. When she hears me scream out and squeeze her breasts tighter she cries out herself, grinding her hips into mine before I collapse on top of her.

After I catch my breath I climb up onto the bed beside her, pulling her into my arms. Brushing hair away from her face I whisper, "How would you like to change into something a little more comfortable?"



In The Mood For Love



Dear readers, this is a long slow build of a story. I hope you like the effort at a realistic scene setting. As for the realism, perhaps it is a bit idealistic, but I hope credible?

Please comment, and if it does well? I promise to return and finish Unca B off in a slightly more unreal way. Heh heh heh.

This is fiction from beginning to end, no real people are portrayed.



The fire is down to mostly embers and a few small flames as the last of the night's logs fall together. I am sitting on the rug in front of the sofa that faces the fire place, thinking about moods, how right at that moment my mood is tranquil, neither desiring something nor feeling a need to be active. A good end to a day of thinking and writing, which is my job when I am not editing. 

My first appreciation of moods came about six years ago.

I was twenty eight and Rozlyn turned twenty two on April 17.

She had a tight curly blonde head of hair, and was kind of big at five eight, but that's OK, I am a big man, just over six two. I am moderately ugly to my way of thinking but she sure wasn't.

Her hips were wide; her legs slim, with a tiny amount of soft swimmer's smoothness to everything. Her breasts were heavy. They hung long and low under her usual sweaters. Her almost invariable costume was some sort of skirt and sweater.

I like the look of breasts low on the rib cage. Humans can have up to six nipples and breasts, and some girls are born with extras which are usually removed to present a normal double breasted appearance. I sometimes wonder what a multiple wood look like, and the bra construction problems. Will that be one quad bra or two doubles, madam? I am sometimes accused of having a wild imagination.

This is my theory of why some girls have breasts higher on their chests than others: it depends on which pair express themselves during the development stages as a fetus.

Back to Roz's low hung breasts. 

I looked at them often. Even harnessed in a sturdy bra they moved with an enchanting bob and sway. She hated it when men stared. 

Men stared a lot. 

At least that's what she told me later, after we met and became closer friends.

Hers were definitely my kind of breasts. I stared too but I am way sneaky and I didn't think she noticed me looking all that often, and I never actually stared. She would say how much she hated it, "when they stare at me." I would reply, "It isn't you it's your udderly magnificent breasts they are staring at. It has nothing to do with you the owner/operator." Pronunciation is important sometimes.

Then she would slug me on the arm.

No actual bruises, but not love taps either.

I was doing my doctorate in Am Lit. and she was a scientific sort of soc. psych major who needed an English credit. She was a little vague about her work on sexual stress in various levels of crowded rat populations for her Master's. Some other stuff like imprinting situations affecting behaviors was part of her work. She was trying to understand how fetishes and aberrant behavior of sex offenders began. Her investigations had to do with imprinting from first experiences however random they might be.

I was NOT her Prof, nor was I her tutor. 

The relationship began when we met in the cafeteria and were introduced by her tutor and my faculty friend Bill. It was cool.

She said she needed a tutor, but Bill told me she was plenty bright and just needed someone to guide the readings and help with notes because she wanted to skip the early morning English lectures and do psych lab stuff instead. She could afford it; Bill was tutoring her by supplying notes and study guides. He told me her daddy was rich and could afford it for the whole term. He also told me he was trying to develop eyeballs on stalks. Wasn't gonna work, I said.

She and I ended up talking a lot about social changes and how they were reflected in literature. Her face was square and intelligent; her eyes under her thick blond eyebrows had flecks of green in the blue. The talk sometimes got passionate and lubricated by beer. Roz talked about the same thing – with rat behavior for examples. It seems people are a lot like rats. 

I liked her passion and the fact that she was not vainly plucking eyebrows nor concerned with surface appearances. She dressed for comfort, ignoring fashion. For us guys who are not classically handsome those are good signs. 

The closest thing we got to intimacy was one night after some sort of Arts faculty film presentation; we had some late night latte on the way back to her residence and did some canoodling under the stars. My hand was sliding up under her sweater as I was nibbling on her neck when she mentioned she was still a virgin in a sort of off handed way. It slowed me right down to a stop. I asked her why.

She replied, "Nobody ever got me in to the mood, and I never thought to go out and seduce some guy just for a test drive of my equipment. It would be unfair."

It sort of killed any mood I was working up at the time. Afterward, I couldn't think of a smooth way to bring up that mood thing again. But I really liked her a lot, considered her a great friend for stupid, sometimes drunken conversations late into the night.

You might think having a rich daddy would make her more attractive, but to me it was the reverse. I remember telling Bill if we did become serious and actually married, I just knew there would always be that accusation that I had married her for the dough. So I never really tried to get her into the mood. I wanted to have an honest relationship. I figured she would let me know when she thought the time came to get more intimate. She stayed in my friend zone. My really good friend zone of one occupant.

She just never did give off those vibes that she was in any sort of That Mood with me.

Then school ended and she successfully defended her thesis and left town.

I stayed at my office for a few weeks finishing up some research. I took some time off after that at my apartment and decided to go camping for a week in late August.

I packed several days of supplies, my bathing suit and my camping things under the old cap on my pickup, tied the canoe on top. I headed north to the lakes where I had rented a remote spot way off at the end of a dirt road. I use it often. There are only two spaces there, and a mile of lake to swim in. Moose, deer, beaver and loons roam free. It's bucolic by any standard, with a sandy beach for my canoe, trout in the water. 

The owner said there might be a couple of women who reserved the other spot, but one of them had said she wasn't in the mood for camping. I had some hopes for solitude to think over my attraction to Roz and her moods.

I had the best site of the two available at the end of the little peninsula picked out. I parked with the pickup making a sort of visual shield to the road in. I put my cooking setup facing west across the lake. I like to sleep in, and watch sunsets over a low fire. West facing is my thing when I am in the mood to camp. 

I set up my campsite the way I like, with my small tent on level ground shaded by a tree. I scraped a shallow drainage ditch to lead water from the high land around the tent in case of rain.

There was a small fire pit near the beach where I stacked the mixed hard and softwood I had purchased on the way up.

Things got to the point where it was time to go fishing. I was assembling my rod and reel when I heard a sound that was familiar. I stopped what I was doing and followed the sound as it came from the trees up the road. The fat orange shape of Roz's classic and ancient VW bug came out of the trees and slowed to an almost stop at the end of the road before swinging off to the other side, facing east. Two women got out and turned to see who was in the other site.

I approached from around my pickup and there was Roz and a smaller, thinner slightly older version of her looking back at me.

Roz said, "Oh no, I can't believe it!"

I waved and smiled a little at both of them. 

"Alicia, this is the guy I told you about from University."

I walked closer, holding my hand out to the stranger, "I hope it wasn't horror stories."

She was a lot shorter than Roz, maybe five three and she looked to be just a little older than me. 

I said, "Hank, Hank Benedict at your service, you must be Cousin Alicia, the artist?"

Alicia turned to Roz, "This is the double H? Hank. . ."

Roz shrieked, "Don't say it!" She covered her face with her palms and turned pink.

Alicia grinned, grabbed my hand, stepping close, "Nice to meet you – long pause - Hank." 

Her voice was a lowered phony sultry southern drawl. She curtsied.

I knew I would like Alicia. She had a quick quip and comic timing. She had also stopped the H sentence right away. Savvy and courteous, she was sexy in an offhand way blithely ignoring her obvious appeal in her paint spattered jeans and a shirt just a bit too open. I observed most of a very pert breast as she curtsied and the shirt flared open. (Yes, I am a breast man when I am not being an ass or leg man, opportunism is me.)

I wondered what Roz's other H was. Hunter? Hero?

She knew I was a sort of out doors camping, hunting, fishing guy in my off times. I had also used the theme of the heroic figure in literature pretty often in our discussions.

Alicia said over her shoulder, walking to the Bug, "It's great to meet you, now come and help us set up the stuff."

She went to the front of the Bug and told Roz to pop the lid. Alicia was a bossy one all right. I figured that bossy babe with a very pert bum was going to complicate my relaxation. But I followed orders just to be closer to Roz.

A half hour later the basics were done. Their tent was sited and set, their stuff arranged and cooking arrangements set up. 

I told them about how to place any food in tight containers and put them back in the car when they were un supervised.

"They don't have to be bear proof, as long as the bears can't get at them"

"Bears?" Both of them looked at me with big round eyes. 

I shrugged, "Black bears. Small black bears. They avoid humans and love peanut butter."

Alicia turned to Roz, "You never told me about bears." 

I smiled wider as the two shocked women turned on me, "Hank take those words back. Tell Allie there aren't any bears."

"Allie, it's not true about the bears but is still is a good idea to know about bears. It's not a good idea to feed them, or to argue with them if they do have your food. More problems come from smaller critters. Raccoons for instance. Bears around here are endangered, almost hunted out of existence.

"Of course there still might be a brown bear not a black bear in the woods."

Allie bit, and asked the usual question, "What's the difference between the black and brown bears – aside from color?"

I laughed, and said seriously, "If a bear starts chasing you, climb a tree. If it's a black bear it can climb trees and will follow you up the tree. But brown bears are too big to climb trees. So they just shake the tree till you fall out."

I started to chuckle at the shocked faces until they got the joke.

My words calmed them down, and we started having fun again as they finished arranging things to their satisfaction, trying to decide if a swim would be a good idea before supper. Alicia had no bra as I noticed a couple of times looking down her gaping shirt. She also had a pile of painting gear in the back seat and even a folding easel.

She said, "I want to swim and wash my hair after all that dusty driving with the window open."

She turned to me, "Don't peek. And go back to your side. Let us wimminfolk have a little privacy."

I said, "I hear and obey."

I gave them both a courtly medieval bow, scraping my imaginary hat along the ground in front of them as I made my leg. 

"I shall go and fish for my dinner."

I went back to my canoe and slid it mostly in to the water before turning back to the van for the rest of the fishing gear.

Roz was there beside the van.

She was wearing short shorts and a loose top with a broad brimmed hat.

When I got up to her she said, "Is there room for two in that canoe? I don't want to sketch with Allie right now."

I asked her, "Can you swim well?"

She said, "Swim team in my sophomore year."

I said, "Want to paddle? I have a spare."

She laughed, "I prefer a life of luxury, passenger class, please."

I snagged a flotation cushion from the van and said, "Here is your personal flotation device, Ms. Cargo."

She carried it down to the canoe asking where she would sit. I told her, up front, facing back and not on the seat, "Sit on the cushion leaning back against the seat. It is safer lower down in the canoe, more comfortable, and I can see your eyes when we talk."

I eased the canoe out a bit further and held it steady as she wobbled out to the front, crouched over holding the gunwales. Her shorts were quite well filled out and her legs were taut under the skin, no flab. I liked the dark gap at her inner thighs.

"Nicer than we suspected, hmmm?" said my tiny head.

I slid the spare paddle, the net and the fishing rod under the thwarts, plunked the tackle box in, lashing it to the thwart and shoved off, placing my paddle across the gunwales.

I headed to the far side where the sun was sinking to the hills behind the lake. I wanted to troll a lure in the sunlit water towards the darker water where I hoped the bigger trout would lurk. Reading fish minds is tough but I imagined some old trout hoping for a well lit prey to wander along and pounce on it from the gloom. I would if I were the big fish in that pond.

I paddled fairly hard to make some time and Roz asked me, "How come you can paddle on only one side of the boat and we go straight? In the movies all I see are people paddling first on one side then the other to go straight."

I answered, "I learned this years ago in summer camp. You turn the paddle at the end of each stroke and use it to correct the course. There is more to it than that but that is the essential part."

"Oh. Is it easy to learn? Could I learn it for instance? Do I have to be strong like an ox?"

I laughed. "If you were in the swim team, you are plenty strong. It's just a matter of knowing the movements and practice. It's just like swimming or riding a bicycle"

We arrived at where I thought we should be for fishing and stopped paddling. I reached under the thwarts and slid the rod out.

"Ok crew, you do the rod holding and I will do the paddling. We are now trolling for trout."

I unhooked the lure and showed her how to hold the rod and which way the reel went, then had her run out an amount of line so the lure could sink to the right depth, which is pretty deep if you want the big fish in the colder water near the bottom. I had no great expectations, and was enjoying the ending day and the sight of Roz's mild excitement waiting for the big fish as I paddled us slowly parallel to the shore.

Roz relaxed, and tightened me up all in the same motion. She threw one knee wide to the gunwale as she settled carefully farther down in the canoe. Most slim and fit women have a slight hollow formed in the muscles between their thighs close to their crotch where the tendons stand out. Roz certainly did.

As I stroked the paddle slowly to maintain our forward progress, my eyes kept coming back to that sweet curve of flesh and the dark inner hollow that disappeared under the edge of those very short shorts.

I changed course a bit so the lowering sun shone directly in and looked more frequently at the crotch so nicely viewable. A few wisps of blond hair curling down the inner thighs hinted at an un-trimmed jungle to explore less than a finger's length from the little hollow. I am an out doors type, jungle exploration is one of my favorite things. My tiny head agrees with this attitude every time.

Another thing that I liked about the view was the width of the space between those thighs at their juncture, a nice friendly gap with air space is tempting for the hand. Lastly, the curve of her mons was high, rising slightly above the plain of her belly. It would be a nice plump handful. I tried to keep my glances short but they became more lingering and I had to consciously look away or my growing boner would become even more visible.

Then the fish saved me. 

Roz let out a little shriek as the tip of the rod jerked sharply. The fish struck so hard it almost took the rod out of her hands. I swung the canoe so she could play the fish and she started reeling it in. Her face was alive with delight as she cranked the reel, and the tip lowered left and right as the fish drove this way and that.

Roz knew intuitively to keep the rod tip at an angle to the fishing line so the whippy rod soaked up some of the stress from the fighting fish.

After several minutes of struggle, I had the canoe broadside to the spot where the line disappeared into the water and Roz reeled it to the surface. The fish was tired and I slid the wide net from under the thwarts as Roz guided it inexpertly to the opening.

Slipping to my knees, I dropped my paddle into the canoe and lifted the fish clear, into the middle of the canoe.

"Are we going to eat him?"

"No, I am going to hook and release. I brought up something with me for tonight's supper that would be spoiled if it was kept for tomorrow."

I took my pliers and a pair of side cutters from the tackle box and cut the hook from the fish's mouth then slid it into the water, still in the net. I maneuvered the net so the fish swam free and disappeared deep with a flash of its tail.

When I looked up, Roz was looking at me with a funny twist to her lips and a smile in her eyes.

She said, "For a rootin' tootin' hunter fisherman you are some tender hearted dude, cowboy." She tipped her broad brimmed sun had back on her head, made a finger pistol, shot me and blew smoke from the tip of her index finger.

"Now that you done throwed my dinner into the lake, what are you going to feed me?"

"Your dinner?" I asked. "My rod, my canoe, my hook, my line and my lure!"

She looked down her finger pistol at me, "And my luck. It's my fish - podnah."

I had to laugh.

"Steak, mushrooms and baked potato coming up, but if I gotta feed three I need more ingredients or it will be pretty scanty."

"Take us back to shore. Give me and Allie an hour to clean up and prepare. We'll come over with something."

After landing the canoe, I watched Roz's bewitching ass walk her over the little rise then turned to my fire pit. I quickly assembled a fire among some carefully selected rocks. I lit it before stripping off and jumping into the lake with some soap for a quick wash.

Back out of the water and dressed in an old pair of sweatpants and a loose tee, I pierced the skin, wrapped three potatoes in foil and set them at the edge of the flames.

With the quick burning wood out of the way, a nice bed of coals glowed ready for cooking and the potatoes were pretty well done. I took my cast iron pan and put it on the triangle of rocks, turning the potatoes again. I backed them a little farther from the fire. In the intervening time I had used my chopping board to dice a couple onions and put them in the pan along with a generous amount of butter. I diced the steak into small bits. I pulled the cork on my bottle of decent red. 

When the onions were translucent I put the mushrooms and steak bits in the pan and gave the whole thing a stir. I dipped a cup of water from the lake and scooped a spoonful of flour from my supplies into the pan. Stirring gently, I sloshed in some wine from the bottle. The mix began to smell pretty good. As the mess in the pan thickened I used a tiny amount of water to adjust the thickness. More wine flowed to the pan as the mood and scent urged me. I tossed a generous amount of pepper and a bit of salt into the pan as the girls came over the rise to the fire.




In The Mood For Love



As I expected, they had a large bowl that looked a lot like it held salad, some plates and another bottle of wine. They had plastic wine glasses. Wine glasses at a camp fire is pretty deluxe thinking. I like that.

Both were wearing loose sweatshirt tops against the cool evening, and Alicia's faded and paint daubed jeans contrasted with Roz's pants. 

I said, "Roz, those pants of yours look exactly like loose grey pajama bottoms with pink bunnies all over them."

She laughed, "That's what they are; my long jeans are too tight for easy sitting on the ground. I'll know better next time."

I pointed to the flotation cushions, "Grab some seats." I had a large blanket folded several times behind me to make the rock that supported me more comfortable.

I cut the potatoes longwise right through the foil and dished an equitable amount of Boeuf Marchand de Vin, camp style onto each plate.

"Eat slowly, it will seem like more," I advised.

And thus we enjoyed a convivial meal. We chatted about art, and I tried to get the girls to confess what the other H was for. No dice. I piled hardwood on the coals to give a better light as the sun disappeared. The wine level sank along with the sun.

Alicia said, "I am going to turn in early. I was up at five AM today to make this trip and I'm bushed."

As Allie disappeared over the rise, I reached sideways and dragged Roz's cushion closer to me, "Come sit beside me and lean on this rock so we can talk."

I handed her a long stick, "You can poke the fire."

She settled beside me and poked industriously for a bit as I put my arm around her shoulder.

She said, "Are you going to put me in a mood?"

She felt a bit tense.

I squeezed her shoulder lightly, "Yup. But you seem a bit tense. Maybe I should rub your neck and ease that tension."

She whispered, "That would be nice."

I told her, "Stand up a bit."

When she rose, I took the cushion and placed it between my spread knees.

"OK, sit back down and lean forward. Face away from me."

She stepped over my leg and lowered herself to the cushion as I held her hand for balance. The fire made her pajamas translucent for a moment and I could have sworn they were all that she was wearing down there.

"Slide back to me and put your arms on my knees."

She backed her warm ass right to me and leant forward a bit as I began to rub the muscles of her neck. She was slim but not quite bony as I worked her muscles. They were a bit tense, but soon she sighed, "Yess, that's it. Ummm."

I was looking for the little knots of muscle and pressing them gently flat. As she relaxed I began smoothing my hands over her back and up to the nape of her neck. Her rib cage was slim front to back and my hands wrapped around at the sides almost to her breasts as I rubbed.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"Mmmm."

I leaned forward and took out the blanket behind me, shaking it out before draping it over her, tenting her under it up to her neck. She turned partly to me as I did that, so I kissed her on the mouth.

It was a gentle kiss, and she returned it sweetly. As the blanket tent settled over her she settled farther back against my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her front and hugged her back against me, letting my forearms rise under her breasts, lifting them a bit.

"Oh."

I murmured to her ear, "Should I stop?"

I kissed the nape of her neck.

"No, not yet." She giggled a tiny giggle. "I'm nervous. Please be gentle. Keep the mood."

I kissed the other side of her neck and let my hands slide slowly down to her waist. She tensed, but all I did was kiss her neck again, a tiny little lip nibble.

I raised my hands and ran my fingers under her hair to the crown of her head. She tipped her head forward, so I did it again, lightly massaging her scalp as I breathed on the sides of her neck. I began rubbing her neck and upper back again. She leaned forward as I started working from lower and lower on her back.

Finally I slid my fingers under the sweatshirt and ran my palms up the length of her back. I felt the back hooks of her bra band. On my third trip up, I paused to unhook her bra. She tensed as I fumbled a bit with the hooks but made no objection. She leaned a bit farther forward, so I ran my palms around her ribs and slipped them under the bra to cup her breasts.

"Oh my." She said.

She leaned a bit more forward and let me hold them, feeling the warmth and weight of her.

I pulled her back to my chest and murmured in her ear. "Does it feel good? Should I stop now?"

She just sighed.

I palmed her nipples and felt them rise against my palms. As they rose I plucked them forward, pulling them taut with my fingers.

She hissed a slow intake, "Do that again."

I pulled her nipples harder and twisted them.

"Oooh. Yes, like that."

I licked her ear. "You like a firm hand on your breasts, don't you?"

I rubbed both nipples over my index finger with my thumbs, pressing the swollen rubbery hardness against my bony fingers. She sighed.

I mashed the nipples to her rib cage pressing the points deep into her breasts and ran them in circles.

"Do you want me to squeeze them; do you want me to milk you?"

She said nothing, but leant forward so her breasts could hang free and placed her hands on my knees as I lifted her breasts again.

Using each hand I gripped each soft yielding length and squeezed to the tips, massaging the breast tissue rhythmically. I moved each one in little circles as I squeezed from her chest to the tips. I could feel the aureoles getting bumpy and the nipples were long and hard. She began deep breathing to the rhythm of my hands, almost panting.

I whispered do her, "This is imprinting you. Do you like being my little moo cow?"

She groaned and nodded her head as I milked her.

"Are you getting wet somewhere too?"

She nodded again.

I hugged her tight to me and let my risen cock press in to the back.

"Open your knees, I have to feel."

She tensed a tiny bit then relaxed her knees outward.

I whispered, "You know I am going to touch you, but you can still stop me any time."

She nodded and whispered "Yes, I know."

I squeezed her nipples hard once more then slid my palm deep between her wide open legs, cupping her mound over the PJs and curving under to her wet centre. Her PJs were wet wet wet. I exhaled on to the nape of her neck.

She closed her knees, trapping my hand. I left it there, letting her feel me, not moving or probing, just feeling her damp readiness.

She whispered, "I feel so gross, this must smell bad. What if Allie comes over?"

I murmured to her ear, "Allie probably knows what we are doing. And besides I love the scent of a woman. Oh, and I love you. I don't have any condoms."

She sighed, "Oh. I love you too. I don't want any condoms."

"Here is a couple bits of wood, just rise up a bit and lean over, put it on the fire for me."

Roz was standing wide legged over my lap and leaning forward from tossing the wood on the fire when I told her to touch my ankles.

I held her arms as I leaned up to press my nose deep into her crotch, inhaling her scent; I blew it right back into the damp fabric. When I pulled her back down she squirmed around to face me.

"Was that gross? My smell?"

"No that was the real you. I love the scent of a woman's excitement. Your excitement. Something I made you feel."

I kissed her.

This time she kissed back, hot and deep as I put my hand deep under her damp crotch. Reaching in and down between her thighs I slid my hand under the PJs feeling, dividing her jungle. I whispered in her ear again, "Close your eyes. I am going to take these off you and explore that damp part of you, my little moo cow."

She giggled. "Moo," she whispered.

I rolled her on to her back under the blanket and slid my hand back under the pants. I waited until she spread herself slightly before dipping down to the wet. She put her arm over her eyes as I slid the back band under and away from her, slipping the pants up her legs and putting them aside.

I spread her knees wide, lifting her ass from the blanket before applying my face to her jungle. I licked her from bottom to top, spreading the lips. She was wet, the inner lips rigid already and her tiny opening received my tongue as she gasped into her arm.

I let her relax down, cradling her bottom in my arms as I licked her out.

She began breathing heavily after a long delicious rooting and flicking in her groove. She whispered, 'Please, now. Fill me."

I raised myself over her and tightened her legs up against her chest, placing my cock head in her groove. "Do you want me to enter you?"

I slid its length back and forth in the groove.

She nodded, eyes screwed shut.

I took her in my arms and rolled us over, placing her on top. I put my cock again in the groove and slid her up to make contact with her opening.

"You do it. You will know how hard to push. Go slow. Be easy. Take lots of time."

I placed my hands on the back of her ass and spread her thighs a bit as she looked down between us. She experimented a bit with the angle and slowly pressed herself to my cock.

Her hot interior slipped over me a small amount and she stopped. She waited a long moment balancing her cunt on my rod. She urged herself down another inch, panting. I caressed her back as she felt the size and breadth of a cock inside her for the first time.

"Oooh." She whispered.

She closed her eyes and with an arch of her back for the angle slid herself all the way down my shaft. Her mound bumped against mine. She rested there several moments.

I asked into her ear, "Do you want me to start fucking you?"

She nodded, biting her lip. Her breasts hung loose, long taut nipples touching my chest as she straddled my hips.

I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and began a slow rocking of my hips, letting my cock slide back and forth in her channel.

It wasn't long before she took up the rhythm and was fucking me back as hard as I thrust up into her. Her ass cheeks tensed as I thrust up for my final time and I came right inside her.

She collapsed on top of me. After several moments, she raised her head and kissed me.

She whispered, "Now that you have ruined me by putting me in the mood, practically raping me and maybe even making me pregnant, you are going to have to marry me."

"What?"

She snickered, "You heard me. I spotted you staring at my tits two year ago. I hired Bill to make the introductions, Hank the Hunk. You staring at them so secretly made me hot." She chuckled in a possessive way and squeezed me tight. "I like guys with manners. They put me in the mood."

All of which brings us back to now.

Our five year old, being safely in bed, Roz came into the living room with a couple of small logs. She was wearing grey pajama shorts with little pink bunnies all over them. Her breasts were loose under the top, nipples stiff against the thin cotton. The cute little wide legged shorts were tight to her slit. 

She placed the logs on the coals.

She said "I am feeling moody."

She walked back to me with a sexy grin on her face.

Turning and spreading her legs wide, she pressed her crotch right up to my nose. 

She was already damp. 

She rose on tiptoe, rubbing herself on my nose.

"Moo." She said.



In the Mood



She realized how sore her lips and mouth were as she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck his cock. She was totally lost in an erotic wonderland. She was using her thighs to lift herself up and down on Jason’s cock as her head bobbed up and down on Evan’s cock, while Jennifer fucked her ass. She loved the feel of Jennifer’s breast as the rubbed up and down on her back. She could feel a huge orgasm building inside her and she urged her legs to move faster. She felt Jason starting to buck his hips up into her and she rode faster. Then it washed over her, wave after wave after wave, her whole body shook orgasm after orgasm ran through whole body. 

Jason could feel Michele’s pussy spasming, clinching his cock tighter and it sent him over the edge. He bucked his hips up as he grabbed her hips and pulled down and screamed as he came in her. Michele let Evan’s cock slip out of her mouth and she collapsed sideways across Jason. Jennifer pulled the strap-on dildo out of Michele’s ass and took off the strap-on. 

“I guess it’s just you and me, Evan.” 

Evan picked up the chair and set it down a couple feet away from where Jason and Michele lay exhausted. He sat back down and Jennifer crawled up on his lap facing him. She placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy and slowly sank down on it. “Ahhhh that feels good ……Fuck me Jason.” 

Jason reached around her, grabbing her butt cheeks he lifted her up and down. Jennifer leaned in and kissed his neck as her hand found its way down to her clit. She rubbed it back and forth while Evan fucked her until her own orgasm ripped through her body. Jason continued to fuck her until he came. 

“Help me get these two to bed will you.” 

Evan picked up Michele and carried her off to the guest room. 

While Jennifer prodded Jason until he got up and they walked up to there own bedroom.



In the Moonlight



It was a night like many others. Early in September, (spring for those not in Australia) the evenings were getting warmer, but definitely not hot. There was almost no breeze, a few wispy clouds, and not a lot of moonlight.

Why am I talking about the weather conditions? Well, the tale I'm about to relate occurred outdoors; in a public reserve to be precise.

Jen and I had been going out together for a month or so, she 18 and me 19. She was my first steady girlfriend, and as cute as a button, with wavy black shoulder length hair, a perfect handful up top and an athletic body. Some would even say a perfect example that "Good things come in small packages" as she was only 4 foot 11½ inches tall, over a foot shorter than me.

We saw each other most days and used to go out a few times a week, usually for a few drinks, her favourite being Tia Maria and milk, whilst I was partial to Scotch and Coke. One night, we'd met in the city for a few drinks and a couple of games of pool at her local watering hole. Unusually for those days, she was pretty good at stick and regularly beat the guys - or maybe they just liked to watch her bend over the table, and fantasize. 

When it was time to leave we jumped in the car and drove towards her place, both of us wearing a pretty good buzz. Whilst there were a few local "make-out" spots within a couple of miles of her place with varying levels of "privacy", we decided to stop at a local park about 350 yards from her place. We were both feeling pretty horny as some touching over clothing had occurred on the way. For some reason we decided to grab a blanket and get out of the car. We settled in about the darkest spot in the park. Just so you know, this park was open on three sides with a few trees growing in one corner and down one side. It wasn't really a perfect or isolated enough spot for what was to happen. Maybe that made it better.

Anyway, we settled down on the blanket and let our fingers do the walking, our tongues duelling madly, but purposefully, with our passion rising. By the way, I should also tell you that we'd only reached the heavy petting stage (2nd base), and hadn't been totally naked in front of each other yet; not that you would have realised that if you'd seen us.

I took a break from kissing her lips, and gently progressed to other areas - her cheeks, her cute little ear lobes, the sensuous curve of her neck - applying tiny kisses to all those erogenous zones, ensuring Jen was getting wetter and wetter. Personally, I became the "man of steel".

We'd take a quick look-see if we thought we heard anyone walking nearby or the sounds of a car stopping. Luckily, no one came too close. An insomniac out for a late night stroll with his overweight Labrador passing about 25 yards away was the closest to an unwanted interruption.

Anyway, as I mentioned before, her chest was fantastic, her orbs being just the right size for her frame, with the softness that comes with youth and having the noticeable responsiveness provided by my manual stimulation through her clothes. Luckily, Jen always wore dresses made from stretchy T-shirt material, which meant access didn't require removal, just sliding the offending garment out of the way. I made my way down her neck, regularly diverting my mouth back to her lips whilst her hands alternated between caressing my chest and massaging my manhood through my slacks. I kissed down her neck and provided plenty of attention to the hollow at the base of the throat, especially as I could tell my efforts were being rewarded by her movements against me on the blanket. 

Edging the front of her dress to one side, I exposed one cup of her bra and started awakening her nipple through the material of her bra. After a couple of minutes I got stopped. I thought she must have heard someone coming. I was about to voice my surprise at this halt in the proceedings when I witnessed one of the marvels of women's clothing - and something most men find incredibly sexy - the removal of the bra whilst leaving the outer clothes on. She placed in on the blanket next to us and I was now provided with nearly unfettered access to the 32B globes of my dreams. I once again began my worship, holding the dress back and teasing each breast with my tongue until the nipples had become hard little nubs just begging to be sucked, kissed and generally adored. Her dark tan areolas were about 1½ inches across with nipples in perfect proportion, and rising a bit over a ¼ inch when excited. The perfection of her breasts meant the removal of the bra did nothing to detract from the beauty presented to me.

I kissed and licked slowly to ensure one of her incredibly sensitive breasts was standing firm before moving my ministrations to the other - and back again. I think I was enjoying it as much as Jen. I'd wet the firm nipples with my saliva and then blow on them, causing little shivers of both cold and excitement to ripple through Jen's body right to her core.

We'd now progressed from our half-sitting position to both fully reclining on the blanket with me half on top. I began to stroke her leg sensuously through the material of her dress - slowly raising the hem on one side until I saw a glimpse of white panty. I'd had to push her away from my manhood telling her that I was about to make a mess if she didn't give me a chance to compose myself.

I was now able to concentrate on her and have her concentrate on her as well, experiencing the pleasure I was trying to provide without the need to immediately reciprocate. I began to caress her other leg, starting about knee level and making little circles of her dress as I inched it ever upwards. After a few minutes, I had both legs uncovered and her panties clearly visible. I tentatively rubbed my hand backwards and forwards across the top of her panties and the bottom of her belly - all the while still kissing her face, neck and top of her chest. I was rewarded with a whispered "please" which I accepted as an invitation to move my hand downwards. Once again, slow and steady was my aim. All the while Jen's level of excitement was increasing as her hips would slowly rise to meet my hand and push against it. I slid my hand down between her legs, still outside her panties, which were becoming increasingly damp the more she humped my hand. The cooling night made me more than aware of the heat from her arousal.

I lifted one edge of the white material and gently ran my finger along the slick edges of her puffy outer lips. Jen responded with a breathy "Mmmmmm yes," which I took to be approval of my actions, so I gently lifted the elastic a little more and ran two fingers back and forth along the same damp path. More vocal approval ensued, so I removed my fingers from the side of her panties and gradually started sliding my hand down inside the waistband and luxuriating in the pleasures I discovered. I felt the coarse dampness of her untrimmed pubic hair and smelt the aroma of her excitement as I moved my hand slowly back down to where it had been just a minute before. I was able to rub three fingers over her sex, one on either side of the outer lips and one in the middle of the wetness. 

She continued to grind her pelvis against my hand and my wrist began to feel the effects of the unnatural angles I was using. I managed to insert the middle finger into her soft wet folds and wiggle it around a little. Her eyes opened even wider for just a second as she eased into the enjoyment of this new sensation. Seeming to sense my inability to vary my actions much, Jen made a decision, moved my hand out of the way, lifted her hips and started to slide her panties down her legs. As she reached her knees, our eyes met and I received that tiny glance suggesting I take over the task. I placed my fingers gently inside the waistband and slid them, ever so slowly, over her ankles and feet, to be placed next to the discarded bra. I just stared at her offering, a little awed, but excited beyond words.

This was a big move for both of us and elevated us to that next stage of our relationship. I placed my hand back on the gentle swell of her sexy stomach ready to move my hand back towards the wet zone, but my progress was stopped by Jen undoing my belt and my trousers. She then pushed them halfway down my legs, slid her body further underneath me, grasped my rock hard member with her fingers, rubbed the head up and down her slick wetness and then began to feed me into her warm space. 

Once my seven and a half inches was all the way in we both stopped. Groin to groin, pelvis to pelvis, skin to skin, the sensation was absolutely incredible for both of us, but I knew I wouldn't last long. Looking deep into each other's eyes, Jen slowly pushed my hips back a little and then pulled them back towards her, providing me the information on what she wanted me to do, and how deep to go. I really admired her at that moment as many women expect their partner to know exactly what they like from the outset - and it's just not true, is it?

Now in sync, we thrust against each other enjoying these new feelings, my nearly blue balls slapping against her wetness. We were just reaching the stage where if someone had come along, we would have been busted big time, with both of us getting closer and closer to that point of no return. As I expected, a couple of dozen strokes and my orgasm flooded over me, and flooded Jen, who experienced her shuddering release at the same time. We held on to each other as we allowed the extreme sensitivity of our parts to subside.

To this day, I don't believe I've ever come so hard or for so long. Was it the risk of being caught outdoors? Who knows? It certainly signalled the beginning of a beautiful and rewarding love life, with lots more adventures both indoors and out.



In the Moonlight



This is a story I wrote years ago, no idea why I never posted it.... But I guess no better time than the present. Enjoy! :) 




Jerome swirled the champagne in his glass in a relaxed twirl of his hands.... watching the woman across the room toss back her sheen of black hair as she laughed at something her companion said. He could tell it wasn't anything truly amusing; he had always been able to read her that way. Besides, her companion didn't look like the sort who could really make her laugh. "Self-absorbed prick', Jerome thought with more than a little distaste. 

But who cared about him?

It was her, Jerome was mesmerized with. Her dark skin practically gleamed in the superior lighting of the large ball room. His own, naturally fair skin paled in comparison. Ah, but he still remembered how obsessed he had been about the contrast of their skins even when he had stroked her arm casually while talking to her. He could never pull his eyes away from the path his hands took over her smooth skin.

And her eyes, god.....those swirling depths could pull him in and never let him go. Would she still be the same? That expanse of smooth, soft skin, those eyes, that husky laugh that used to drive him insane whenever he heard it...

Jerome sipped his champagne, his masculine lips closing over the rim of his glass, and he hoped.

         *     *     *

  Amara laughed politely at yet another of Brian's jokes. They weren't that funny really, but what could she do? Brian was her boss' son, so she had to play nice. He was terribly arrogant though, and a complete pain in the ass. Hoping for a distraction from Brian's incessant chatter, Amara glanced around the room.

That's when Amara saw him, dressed in a classy tuxedo that molded the length of his body as he leaned casually against the fire mantel. Intrigued, she let herself look at him for just slightly more than a second, something about him seemed strangely familiar. 

Just then someone moved into her line of vision, blocking her view of him. she barely restrained herself from craning her neck to steal another look, even from this distance the stranger had looked dangerous and exciting in his dark suit. 

Inconspicuously she tried to turn her head and steal another look, but to no avail. Sighing inwardly, she resigned herself to a night of laughing at Brian's jokes. Every. Single. One. She'd better be getting a pay raise soon.

All through dinner she kept trying to steal another peek at the man she had seen earlier, but he was nowhere to be found. It was strange but she felt as if she had seen him somewhere before. After dinner, she escaped to the balcony on the second floor, away from Brian and all the other guests. She just needed some time to herself, she thought as she sipped her champagne with a quiet contented sigh.

'Hello Amara", a deep voice came from behind her. Amara turned, startled to see the man in the black suit standing right behind her. Her gaze traveled over his designer suit which did nothing to hide the obvious masculine power in the breadth of his shoulders and mouth-wateringly muscular build. Then, she looked at his face and felt a jolt as familiar blue eyes stared intently back at her. 

"Oh my god. Jerome?!?"

Amara stared at him gaping, yes, it was Jerome, from her high school. Those same blue eyes and grinning mouth, but everything else had changed. Age had sharpened his features making him look leaner and more handsome than ever. His tousled brown locks only accentuated his masculinity, making him look very dangerous. His body looked hard and unyielding and ultimately delicious.

Jerome moved forward and enveloped her in a warm hug, pulling her flush against his hard body. Strong hands stroked the bare skin of her back in a tingling caress before he pulled away.

'It's been a long time Amara' .

'Yeah, too long. How have you been Jer?" 

'I've been doing okay, I went into architecture...that's what I'm doing here actually, the owner of the island wanted me to see if the terrains okay to build an ice rink'

Amara looked out, the wind was light and tropical, stirring the evergreen lightly as it passed over the small island that they were on. 'An ice rink, umm....well that's interesting I suppose.'

Jerome chuckled, 'Hey, I'm being paid to see if it's possible. I didn't say I thought any of this was sane.' Amara smiled.

'So what are you doing here?' He asked, leaning casually over the balcony railing.

'Well, my company sent me here on a sort of a learning getaway. So far the only thing I've learned is to stay as far away from Brian as possible.

'Brian..... And that would be the guy you were talking to earlier. He actually tried to get frisky with one of the waitresses earlier, I had to pull him off her! Bit of a dick. I can't imagine what you're doing with him', a hint of disapproval in his voice.

'Jer, I'm not with him alright. He's my boss' son. Believe me, I am NOT interested.'

'Right...' He looked at her from the side, his gaze silently appraising. And then he smiled at her all of a sudden, disarming her with his shock of white teeth. 

'Hey, let's get out of here all right? We'll go for a walk.'

He held out his hand. Amara immediately took it, and then looked at their hands a moment. His long tapered fingers glowed bronze against her dark smooth skin as their fingers entwined. She shivered, the image was almost prophetic, she would think to herself later.

She glanced up, staring into his brilliant blue eyes and felt something stir deep in her. It moved like a tidal wave, setting fire to here heart and soul. 

'Yeah, okay' 

Jerome grinned and led her down the winding stairs to the stretch of beach below. They walked down the beach listening silently to the surf.

'You want to sit down somewhere and just talk?'

'Yeah, I'd love to...but the sand will ruin my dress.'

No worries, I've got the perfect place in mind.' He smiled mysteriously and held out his hand once again, with absolute trust Amara placed her hand in his. This was Jer, one of her best friends from high school...she knew instinctively that she would never come to any harm with him. 

'Where are we going Jer?'

'To this small cove I found when I was exploring the island earlier. I don't think anyone knows about it yet, so it'll just be you and me.' Jerome turned to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at her. Amused, Amara merely smirked and rolled her eyes skyward.

Jerome turned to make sure Amara was doing okay. She was carefully picking her way through the undergrowth. The moonlight shining on them thankfully made their way easier and allowed Jerome to admire Amara at close range.

Her hair which had earlier been tied into an elegant knot now had been let loose, flowing in dark waves and tumbling across her face and smooth shoulders. He was glad that she was staring at the ground, so that she couldn't see the twin embers of desire burning in his eyes.

The last time he had seen her, he had been an adolescent, but now, he was a man with a man's needs. And she, he thought as his gaze raked down the cloth draped body he longed to undress; oh she was most definitely a woman.

Suddenly, they rounded the corner and Amara gasped, the beauty in front of her took her breath away. The small cove was surrounded by high rocks and glittering water which reflected the full moon shining down upon them. Jerome smiled at the look of wonder on Amara's face.

'You look beautiful in the moonlight Amara, I don't want to blink, I'm afraid you'll disappear and I'll be left with only the remnants of a dream.' He whispered as he stroked her cheek with his finger. 

Amara held her breath as he cupped her cheek and leaned towards her, the breath of his words falling warmly on her lips. 'Do you know have any idea how long I've wanted you Amara?' he pressed his hard body against hers, 'yearned for you? Do you remember the first day of school and you were standing near the school gate looking both lost and excited,' he reached for her right hand and placed it against his heart . 'I actually felt my heart skip a beat and I knew I had to find a way to meet you, be with you....touch you.'

'Jerome', she gasped his name through her parted lips, overwhelmed, 'I don't know what to say...' 

'Shh...For now, there's just this...' he pressed his lips to hers in one swift movement, melding their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss. His arms went around her waist and pressed her body flush against his. She trembled visibly as she felt the protruding hardness of him pressing against her soft belly and parted her lips in shock.

Immediately, he surged in, his tongue expertly stroking hers, exploring and tasting the hidden treasures of her mouth. Instinctively, she responded, her tongue tentatively exploring the hard contours of his lips.

There was an almost audible crack as his control snapped. 'oh god,' he whispered feverishly and tore his lips from hers, only to trail down her delicately arched neck and scrape his teeth lightly over her collarbone. 

An involuntary shudder tore through her lithe form, and a muffled sob emerged from her parted, glistening lips. His quick fingers sought out the hooks at the back of her dress and undid them one by one, excitedly exploring the soft skin that was exposed bit by bit.

'Jer,' she grasped his hands, holding them still a second before he made a move to pull down her dress and expose her completely to his eyes. Her eyes, clouded with desire cleared a little as reality crashed in.' I don't know if I can, Jerome. It's so soon, and it's been so long since I saw you. I really...'

'Amara, hush. You know me, you've always known me. We're still the same people we were back then,' his voice was a husky rasp against her ear. He carefully rubbed his hardness against the vee of her thighs and tingles of heat and pleasure shot through her, making her melt against his hard frame. 

Gently, so as not to scare her, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her dress and tugged at it, drawing down slowly...exposing her to his eager eyes.

She was beautiful, naked in the moonlight, all sleek curves and soft skin. His eyes roved over her body, learning every inch of her. His eyes turned to a dark, cobalt blue as they filled with heat and barely suppressed desire.

Amara felt all her inhibitions fall away beneath his dark gaze. She stood proud and tall, her dark hair tumbling down her bare back and her eyes alight with more than enough passion and desire to match his.

Boldly, she stepped forward and stroked her hands down his chest, and she realized she wanted him as naked as she was, wanted to see him, to touch him....to taste him. Suddenly impatient, she tugged at his jacket, pulling it down and throwing it aside to join her own haphazard clothes. 

Her fingers trembled with a shocking mixture of arousal and excitement as she began unbuttoning his dress shirt. And he was right there with her, as impatient as her to get skin to skin.

Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers off in one swift motion and brushed Amara's hand away as she struggled with the buttons of his shirt. He had it undone in a flash and stood before as naked as the day he was born.

Amara looked at him in wonder; he looked like a Greek god. His muscles rippled and were held taut by the fine tension that she could sense in him. His body looked hard and unyielding and if possible her body heated even more. 

Her gaze traveled down and her eyes widened as she saw his swollen, pulsing member. Twin bolts of excitement and fear shot through her.

'Jer...' her eyes must have betrayed her thoughts because Jerome immediately moved forward to grasp her arms.

'It'll be okay Amara, I promise' he whispered before pulling her into his arms. The contact was electrifying, and it drove them both insane. 

He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her head still, then lowered his mouth to hers. 

He groaned and thrust his tongue roughly past her lips, plundering her sweet, delectable mouth. The kiss grew wilder and deeper as Amara responded with equal fervor and passion. 

Jerome backed her up until their bodies leaned against the nearest rock formation. Holding her immobile and helpless against the large rock, he pressed against her and allowed his hands to rush over her in a heated frenzy, learning all the curves and dips of her body. Already finding it hard to breathe, she stopped breathing altogether as his questing fingers found the centre of her body.

Gently, he stroked her, taking her soft cries into his mouth. 'God, you're so hot, so wet.' Her fingers dug into his arms as he slowly pushed one finger into her, then another. She tightened involuntarily around him and shuddered, almost mindless with pleasure. 

Then she felt him push a third finger into her, and she couldn't move, couldn't protest. 'Jerome, please....' The words sounded weak, even to her own ears. She felt so full, so tight but she didn't even want to say no because she needed this, she needed him.

'Oh god, you're so tight', he pulled his fingers out, 'I've got to get inside you' he groaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

As mindless as him, she arched towards him, silently begging him to come into her. Calling on his failing reserves, Jerome guided himself slowly into her, not wanting to hurt her.

'Please, Jer don't wait...I can't...' she trailed off and arched her body, gliding around him, hot and slick.

'Damn it', his control snapped and he thrust deep into her, breaking the barrier she had never dared to break before. Immediately, he froze. 

'Amara...damn, why didn't you tell me?' he gasped trying to rein his desire to loose himself in her heat. Amara, oblivious to his inner turmoil gasped at the feeling of fullness that assailed her. 

She couldn't speak for a moment; the pain had been sharp, but now....the intense pleasure jarring through her nerve endings was overriding it entirely. Jerome's body trembled from the effort of holding back, she was so hot and wet and tight.

'Don't hold back, jer, please, I need you....' His hands shot out to grasp her hips and pin them against the large rock as he slammed into her. 

They both twisted and turned, consumed with unendurable pleasure, caught in the elemental dance of making love. Physical needs and emotions entwined until one couldn't be told from the other. Amara sobbed, begging him, for what? She didn't even know, and then she finally went over the ragged edge.

Pleasure exploded into her, white, blinding heat went through her in never-ending waves. She bit her lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, struggling to keep herself from screaming.

Jerome solved the problem by crushing his mouth to hers, taking her helpless cries into his mouth and groaning into hers as he came, hard. Pushing himself into her contractions, he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as he exploded. It seemed like forever before the shuddering stopped and he brought them both down to the ground. They lay, spent, and replete as they struggled to get their breathing under control.

And even as their bodies calmed, neither of them spoke. There was too much to say and yet, nothing at all. Jerome stroked her hair, absently running his hands down her smooth back. Finally unable to stand the silence any longer, Amara lifted her head to look at him. 'Jer?' she whispered his name uncertainly, her voice trembling slightly as she met his eyes.

'Don't Amara, don't say this didn't mean anything. Because it did, I was looking into your eyes when you went over,' he paused deciding to put all the cards on the table, no more lies, no more evasiveness. 'Amara, I love you. I've always loved you, ever since the first time I saw you...looking so lost and innocent by the school gate.' He smiled, a little sadly, 'I thought you were beautiful then, but now, now I realize you were beyond anything I had ever imagined.'

Amara's breath caught in her throat and her eyes turned luminous as a single tear tracked down her cheek.' Jerome, I don't know what...how to say...'

He placed a finger on her lips, 'Hush Amara, I know how you feel about me. Your eyes are like windows you know, they reflect everything you're feeling...and I was watching you when you went over the edge. Tell me, Amara.'

'You want the words...'

'Hell yeah, I want the words.'

Amara smiled sweetly...' I love you Jerome, I go crazy when I'm around you and the truth is I'll kill you if you even look at another woman.'

Jerome laughed huskily, 'there's no chance of that, the only woman I see is you...the only woman I feel is you.' He moved against her, and Amara gasped as he hardened and grew inside her, stretching her, filling her.

Slowly, she moved on top of him, and Jerome closed his eyes at the sweet feel of her making love to him.' I love you Amara,' he rasped against her throat.

'I love you too Jerome' she whispered.

They clasped their hands as they made love. Then together, they soared over the edge, locked in each other's arms and locked in love. 



In The Moonlight Sky



A stranger hides in the night. He comes for her, and only her. He lives for her, and only her, he lusts for her, and only her. The endless passion he feels cannot be destroyed by any man. The endless love he feels for this woman shall neither be denied of resisted. No, this stranger must have her for his own, or suffer at the hands of his own desires.

In the moonlight sky he comes, like a shadow of old. He entered through the garden and passed the guarding dog. He climes the wall and pushes himself up, ready for the most important moment of his life. In the moonlight sky he comes, with all his want and glory. He quietly slides through the opening window and crawls on the dark, dusty floor.

He sees her sleeping underneath the covers, sleeping calmly. He rises to his feet, and comes to her bedside. This woman was all that mattered to him. Once she was his, life would be his! With much force and speed, the shadow leaped upon her, causing the woman to awaken suddenly. She was frightened no doubt, but she wanted this, needed this. She wanted her innocence to be taken by this shadow that lurks in the night, wanted to be taken in the moonlight sky.

He over powers her with ease, and with strength. She does not scream, and she does not despair, for she wanted this and did not care. The shadow enters with passion; he goes through her with ease. This woman could not believe what was taking place. She was to be married the next day, to a man she had been promised to her entire life. No, the night was young and she was with a stranger. He made love to her. He opened up her mind and took her soul. He forced her to come to terms with the act of passion. It was the end of her pride, the end of her pain, her tear drops fell like rain. There was nothing she could do, nor did she want to do anything.

"Why must you do this?" she pleaded, lost in the sure heavenly pleasure her body was consuming with every breath, with every thrust. The stranger did not answer, only continued on, indulging himself in the sweet pleasure of life and love. Tears began to fall, and the woman embraced this man with all her love and hopes. She needed him; she needed to be with him in the beauty of the moonlight sky.

Her wetness soaked the sheets of which she laid. The stranger was breathing rapidly, grunting aggressively, pounding fiercely. He let this woman know just how much he needed her, needed to be with her in the sure ecstasy of the moonlight sky. Finally, their pleasures came to a head, and all the love, all the pleasure, everything exploded into one long, deep expression of ecstasy.

"Why? Why?" she shouted, her breathing calming. The stranger said nothing, just removed himself from the sheets and stood by the window and stared into the night.

"You know you have been a very silly Woman my dear, to enjoy the lust and want of a perfect stranger is beyond my understanding. What would the future husband think?" he laughed, also proud of his victory over this woman.

"Don't tell, please don't tell!" she cried, out of desperation.

"Oh he all ready knows. In fact he has been in the room this entire time." A look of confusion appeared on the woman's face.

"I do not understand sir."

"Of course you don't sweet heart. You never were very bright," Laughed the stranger, stepping into the light of the moonlight sky. Why he was never a stranger all along. No, this man was do to marry the woman he had just taken tomorrow after noon. This revelation shocked her greatly, more then she could express.

"I thought we would have our wedding night before the wedding." The man smiled, loving his triumph over his soon to be wife. The woman suddenly crew angry, not liking the fact that she had been lied to.

"You bastard!" With that the moonlight sky closed in on them both, leading to a romantic scene that could not be matched. The man came towards his soon to be wife, and placed his arms around her.

"Don't hate me my dear, in the moonlight sky all can be realized." With that darkness closed in on them both. He kissed her, and she kissed him. And they shared in that passion, the passion of the moonlight sky.

The end



In The Mountains



The air rushing past us was uncharacteristically warm for a Northern California night. We had decided there was no way we could stay in the city for what promised to be the first nice weekend of the summer and now the Jeep climbed a twisting road into the mountainous interior of Mendocino National Forest. We had stopped to take the top down shortly after we left I-5 and now the fresh air billowed around us as the sun dipped below a distant ridge. We were already fifteen minutes out of the last town and we hadn't seen another car since then. Another half an hour should bring us to the remote cabin we had rented for the weekend, but we were in no hurry. It was pleasant enough just to be alone in the outdoors.

Stacy echoed my thoughts aloud from the passenger seat.

"God, it is so nice to be out of the city. I hope we don't see another person all weekend."

"Well, if this cabin is as remote as they promised us, that shouldn't be a problem," I answered.

"It better be. I want to find a sunny spot and lay out naked."

"If you're laying out naked, I don't know if I'll be able to leave you alone long enough for you to relax," I warned her teasingly.

"Don't worry, getting sun isn't the only reason I want to be naked," she assured me, "I also just want to feel the fresh air on my bare skin while we make love."

"Why wait? I asked her. "There's plenty of fresh air now, why don't you take your shirt off?"

I said it jokingly, not really expecting her to do any such thing, even this far from civilization. To my surprise, she sat up and started to undo the top button on her shirt.

"Are you sure you'll be able to keep your eyes on the road?" she inquired. "It's awfully curvy…."

"I'll try to keep my attention on the curves in the road," I joked back, "even though I'd rather look at yours."

I did steal one glance at her in the rapidly diminishing light and saw that she had at least three or four buttons undone. I could just catch a glimpse of the creamy skin at the top of her breasts as she pulled the sides of the shirt apart. With regret, I pulled my eyes back to the road. Stacy has the most magnificent tits I've ever seen and I never tire of staring at them – or of caressing and kissing them.

I became peripherally aware of an increased amount of movement in the passenger seat and stole another glance at her just in time to see her triumphantly pull her bra out of her shirt. The shirt itself was now open the whole way down the front and her large boobs jutted out proudly. I could see that the feel of the wind had already hardened her nipples. To me, they looked like tasty cherries atop those two delectable scoops of flesh.

"You're not making this driving thing easy," I warned her.

"I bet you wish you could touch them, huh?" she teased me further. "Like I am. God, it feels so good to run my fingertips over my boobs with the air blowing over them."

Something else began to call for my attention as well, as the sight of my beautiful wife had the expected effect on my dick. I could feel it strain against my jeans and even felt an extra little surge when she described how it felt to be touching her own tits. I hope we reach that cabin soon, I thought, or I'm going to pull over and have her in the trees beside the road.

Another quick glance, but this time the image stayed on my retina even after I looked back at the road. My wife was sitting in the seat with her shirt completely off, fondling herself and teasing her nipples with her fingertips. I could still clearly see the image of her petite hands rubbing all over her chest and lifting those heavenly globes up to feel the air along the sensitive undersides. I tried to blink away the image and concentrate on the road. There might not be any other cars, but it was a narrow, winding road and there was always the chance a deer would choose that moment to leap in front of us.

"You're turning me on so bad, baby," I told her softly.

"I'm turning myself on too," she replied, "my pussy is getting so wet that I want to feel the air rushing over it too. I bet just the feel of the wind on my clit would make me come right now."

The thought made my dick jump again and I tried to surreptitiously reach one hand down to adjust myself.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Having a little problem down there?"

"I think someone is jealous that your body parts can come outside and play," I told her.

"Oh, he'll be even more jealous once I get my shorts off," she said.

Once again there was an extra bit of movement in the passenger seat as she slipped her shorts down around her ass. I looked again and saw her leaning slouched down in the seat with her shorts and panties bunched up around her thighs. The light from the moon wasn't enough for me to clearly see her womanhood but I could see her hands sliding down between her legs.

"Oh my GOD! That feels so good. I can't remember the last time I had my pants off outside. The air feels so good. It's starting to cool down a little and that just makes it feel even better…."

My glances toward her were starting to become more frequent and I watched with a sort of strobe vision as she pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. I couldn't believe that my lovely wife was reclining in the seat next to me stark naked, with the top down on the Jeep. I watched with admiration and frustration as she put her feet up on the dashboard, spreading her legs wide and pushing her ass forward to the edge of the seat. I could see her hands moving rapidly between her beautiful white thighs and she decided to take the opportunity to tell me just how much she was enjoying herself.

"Oh god, baby, this feels so good. I can't decide what feels better on my cunt, my fingers or the wind. I am sooo wet. It's a good thing we can clean the Jeep just by hosing it out. I think my pussy is dripping all over the seat. God, I'm sliding two fingers up inside myself while I hold it open so I can feel the wind on my fucking clit…."

My wife knows that hearing her talk dirty drives me crazy and she knows just what to say. I slid my hand into my lap again and started rubbing myself as best as I could through my pants. At this point, I didn't care if I came right in my boxers. I looked over again and saw that Stacy was pumping one hand inside herself furiously and pushing her feet against the dashboard so hard her ass was coming up off the seat.

"Oh baby, God, yes, I'm going to make myself come so fucking hard for you. I know you want to see me coming while I'm fingerfucking myself. Oh, yes, baby, yes, ohhhhhh…."

Her words trailed into an incomprehensible moan as her body went rigid and I saw her grab her pussy and hold tight as she exploded into a massive orgasm. The moan turned into a little shriek as the peak hit her and then a long sigh as her body relaxed and her eyes started to refocus.

"Did that feel good, baby?" I asked rhetorically.

"Oh, hell yeah! God that felt awesome! I was just fantasizing that it was your fingers inside me or better yet, your hard cock."

"You might have your chance soon," I told her, "that looks like the turn off to the cabin ahead."

Sure enough, a discrete sign labeled "Mountain Getaway" stood beside a simple gate.

"Here," I said and held out a key to her.

"What?"

"I'm driving so you have to get out and unlock the gate."

"I don't have any clothes on!"

"You haven't had any clothes on for five miles. I think it's a little late for modesty."

"Oh, fine," she said, "You don't think I'll do it, do you?"

With that, she grabbed the key from my hand and swung her door open. I watched in awe and amazement as she jumped to the soft ground and padded into the pool of light from the headlights. I could only stare, transfixed, at her gorgeous nude body as she walked barefoot through the dirt to the gate. Her lovely legs, perfectly rounded ass and the darkly beautiful swirls of the tattoos on her back made her look like a pagan goddess approaching her sacred grove. My blood burned through my veins like gasoline on fire and I had to put all my will into not jumping out after her and taking her right there on the ground, in the harsh glare of the headlights.

In the time it took me to gain control of myself she had unlocked the gate and swung it aside. I pulled the Jeep through and sat there trying to regain the rest of my self control as she relocked it and rejoined me in the Jeep.

"You going to be OK, there?" she teased.

"Oh god, I want you so bad, baby."

"You can wait a little longer, I'm sure," she assured me. "At least long enough to get out of sight of the road."

Nodding silently, I pressed the accelerator and drove slowly up the dirt road. It was maybe another half a mile before a small wooden cabin came into sight. I pulled over to one side of the clearing around it and parked. Relieved to be here, I turned off the ignition and dowsed the lights.

In the sudden darkness, I was momentarily blind and it shocked me when I felt a body near mine. Then Stacy's hand was in my lap, surrounding my rock hard cock. Her other hand groped for my zipper and I helped her get it down as quickly as possible.

My dick sprang out into the night air but I only had a moment to feel the delightful coolness on my burning skin before I was engulfed by the silken feel of her mouth. In one quick movement, she sank her mouth down over the length of me until her lips were buried in my pubic hair. The sexy scene in the Jeep, the beautiful vision of her walking naked, the feel of the mountain air and the unusual sensation of being nearly blind overwhelmed me and I arched up toward her as my orgasm gathered in my balls and jetted upward. She slid her mouth back up as though enticing the orgasm out of me and when her lips hit the underside of my head, I exploded. Wave after wave of come blasted through me and she noisily sucked it all down and swallowed greedily. The orgasm raced through me, sending my body, my mind and my soul out my cock and into her warm, welcoming mouth.

It took me several seconds to realize I had yelled loud enough to be heard two valleys away. My vision slowly came back, but I couldn't tell if my eyes were adjusting to the moonlight or if I had literally lost my vision for a moment. I collapsed back into the seat as Stacy licked the last drops of come from me. Then she slid over to perch on my lap and wrap her arms around me. She leaned her face into mine and we shared a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste my own come in her mouth as well as hers and I knew I had missed it when she had tasted her own juices while masturbating. After a long while, she disengaged and gave me dick one more squeeze before sliding back to her side of the Jeep.

"C'mon," she said happily, "you unpack and I'll get a fire going!"

Fifteen minutes later, she had a nice fire going in the firepit outside of the cabin and I had carried our few supplies inside. The first thing I did in the cabin was pull the thin mattresses off of the twin beds and lay them side by side on the floor. I had no intention of sleeping on the other side of the room from my sexy wife tonight.

Once I got the cabin squared away, I retrieved a bottle of wine from the cooler, opened it, and filled our two plastic wine glasses. Grabbing each by the stem, I went outside to see how the fire was going.

Stacy had put her shorts and shirt back on, although she had left several buttons on the shirt undone and I could see she hadn't bothered with her bra. She was crouched by the fire, happily poking at it with a long stick. I could see that she already had smears of soot on her hands and clothes, and her bare feet and knees were covered in the dry dust that is ubiquitous in California. She had even managed to get a small twig caught in her hair. I handed her a glass of wine and then gently removed the twig.

"You look like a perfect little Girl Scout," I told her, "or maybe even a Boy Scout since you're so dirty."

"You know there's nothing I like more than getting dirty and playing with fire," she responded.

Once again I marveled at how ravishing she was. The flickering light of the fire played over the exquisite features of her face and reflected in her beautiful eyes. It still amazed me every day that this lovely woman was my wife. She moved to stand up and her shirt fell forward, giving me a wonderful view of her tits as they swung freely.

We set our camping chairs near the fire and sat down to enjoy the night. Surprisingly, it was still warm, with just a slight breeze that hinted of colder air in the higher mountains. The moon was nearly full and with the firelight we could see quite well. The only sounds were the rustle of branches in the wind and the crackles and pops of the campfire.

We sat and talked for a while, drinking our wine and staring contentedly into the fire. I continued to glance over at my wife, drinking in the sight of her. Eventually, I decided it was time to start seducing her again.

"Why don't you unbutton your shirt the rest of the way?" I asked suddenly.

"Didn't you get to look enough on the way up here?" she replied.

"I was paying attention to the road. I couldn't enjoy the sight as much as I wanted to," I told her.

"You have to take your shirt off, then," she said.

I happily complied and watched with pleasure as she undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt and let it fall to her sides. Once again, her magnificent breasts were proudly displayed for me. I leaned back and enjoyed the cool air on my own bare flesh while I watched her hungrily.

"Do want me to toast us some marshmallows?" I asked.

"Yum. Will you toast one for me?" she asked.

"Of course. I'll go get them. Don't go anywhere," I joked.

I quickly found a suitable stick and toasted a marshmallow for each of us. When they were lightly brown on the outside, I took one off and popped it in my mouth. Then I walked over to her and held the other one out. Slowly she leaned forward and opened her mouth. I pushed the marshmallow in and she closed her lips around my fingers, licking them sensuously as she pulled the gooey treat away.

"Mmmm," she sighed as she swallowed and then delicately licked her lips, "just what I needed, more white creamy stuff."

I laughed and started preparing two more marshmallows. We played that game for a few minutes, feeding each other and licking each other's fingers clean. Finally I took a freshly toasted one to her and got down on my knees in front of her.

"Open your mouth and close your eyes," I told her .

When she complied, I moved the marshmallow so it was positioned just above her right nipple. Then I squeezed until the creamy inside started to leak out through the crisp shell. The hot, melted marshmallow hung over her for a moment and then dropped to land directly on her nipple.

"Ohh!" she cried.

Quickly, I leaned over and covered her nipple with my lips while I simultaneously slid the remainder of the marshmallow into her mouth. She moaned as she felt the dual stimulation of my tongue licking the cream off her breast and the sweetness exploding in her own mouth. As she started to lick and suck my fingers, I moved my lips around her breast, cleaning up every bit of marshmallow before I returned to her nipple and started flicking my tongue over it.

"Ohhhh," she sighed around my fingers. I put my other hand up to her boob and lifted it up so that I had better access. Then I took as much of it as I could into my mouth and sucked hungrily on her nipple. She moaned again, louder, and clasped one hand behind my head.

I started moving my mouth over her chest, under her tits, between them and across first one nipple and then the other. As she relaxed and enjoyed my ministrations, I gently pulled my fingers from her mouth and slid both hands down to her shorts. In a moment, I had them unbuttoned and unzipped. Realizing what I was doing, she lifted her hips without opening her eyes and I slid the shorts over her ass and down her legs. As she sat back down, I gently guided her hips forward so she was sitting near the edge of the camp chair.

I ran my hands down the outsides of her legs and then started licking my way down her stomach. I lifted one leg and draped it over the side of the camp chair and then leaned forward. She willingly spread her legs open as far as she could and I looked down, past the light covering of blond pubic hair, to see that her pussy was already glistening with moisture. I quickly cupped her ass in both hands and lifted her toward me. Bending down, I ran my lips slowly up the inside of her upraised leg as she moaned again in pleasure. I moved my mouth closer and closer to her pussy, alternating kisses with short licks. Finally, I leaned as far down as I could and slowly licked up the length of her lips.

"Oh, god", she moaned. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

I did it again, but this time I let the tip of my tongue slide just inside her lips. When I got to the top, I pushed forward and let my tongue find its way to her clit. I flicked my tongue over it and her whole body spasmed in pleasure.

"Oh!" she cried, "yes…."

I continued to hold her lovely ass in one hand and moved the other up to her pussy. I slid my fingers along the length of it and felt how wet she was already. I held her open and, like a man eating his last meal, started rapidly licking and sucking on her clit. She started moaning uncontrollably and tangled both hands in my hair to pull my face closer to her. I licked harder and faster, smearing her juices all over my face as I tried to devour her. She started writhing in the chair and pushing her pussy into my face, smothering me in her sex.

"Uhhhh, oh god, yes, yes, baby, that feels so good, you eat my pussy so good baby," she said in between gasps and sighs.

I slid one finger of my hand inside her and again felt a shudder pass through her whole body.

"Oh FUCK!" she cried as I started to slide my finger back and forth into her body. I carefully angled my finger so the tip would hit the inside wall of her pussy, just behind where my tongue was still assaulting her clit. I moved finger and mouth faster and faster until she began to buck and grind against me.

"Oh yes, baby, oh god, yes, yes, YES!" she screamed as her body tightened and the muscles of her cunt clenched around my finger. I kept licking and held her pussy against my face as her orgasm swept over her and she moaned incomprehensibly.

As her body relaxed, I slowed down and slid my finger out of her. Giving her hot sex one more kiss, I sat up and let her collapse into the chair.

"Oh my god, that was so great," she told me when she could speak again. "I want you inside me right now."

I jumped up and sprinted to the cabin. In seconds, I had returned with a blanket and thrown it on the ground beside the fire. Quickly, my wife slid out of her chair and lay on her back on the blanket. She spread her legs and looked up at me with imploring eyes.

"C'mon, I need you inside me, come fuck me right now," she begged. There is nothing sexier than my beautiful wife laying totally naked in front of me, legs spread and tits jutting up proudly, begging me to fuck her. I quickly knelt between her outstretched legs and covered her body with mine. I could feel the heat of the fire on my legs and ass and the cool mountain air blowing over my back. When our bodies touched, an electric shock seemed to pass down over the entire surface of my skin, starting where her tits pressed against my chest and ending where our arms and legs intertwined. She held herself ready for me and I moved my hips forward, sliding into her in one easy motion. We both cried out in pleasure as I penetrated her and we were joined once again in that magical way that only true lovers experience.

As always, I paused for a moment so we could both relish the feeling of our bodies being joined, of being so close to each other. Inside her, I could no longer tell where I left off and she began. There was just one scorching hot junction of passions, a glorious consummation of our love.




In the Movies



The theater was dark. I walked in shyly. Knowing what was about to happen excited as much as it scared me. But there was no going back. A dare is a dare. And I had secretly dreamt of this one for years.

The only noise inside was that coming from the movie. Moaning and panting, enough to tell, even with closed eyes, that I was in a pornographic cinema.

I looked around as I walked. There were not many people inside. All men, as I had expected. I could count 5. All scattered. Away from each other. Surely busy with themselves. I walked from the back side, and few rows ahead I met the first man. I entered his row, and unashamedly I sat down by his side.

I could see he was masturbating, but he suddenly stopped as I approached, not believing I would sit so close to him. He was as surprised as curious. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. I didn't look at him, I simply sat down comfortably, pulled my butt to the edge of the seat, stretched legs, slightly open, and pretended I was watching the movie.

In fact I was a total turmoil to see whatever was on screen. All my senses were alert. I could hear this man's breathing. I could sense every move he made. And each one almost made me jump. I was scared. I knew he was going to take action. And I wanted him to, so badly.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Maybe he was gaining courage, maybe still trying to understand what I was up to. I decided not to give him any more time. I opened my long coat, slowly. As if I had all time in the world, and there was no one around me. I could feel his eyes popping out of their orbits when he saw I was completely naked under my coat. That excited me even more. It made me feel in control.

I looked at him for the first time. With a smug on my face, I ran a finger down from between my breasts to between my legs, with a very deep sigh accompanying it.

It was more than he could take. He touched my right leg with his hand, caressing my thigh and waiting for my reaction. I tilted my head back, opened my legs more, and enjoyed it. Oh yes, I was enjoying it now, being touched by a complete stranger in public place. A fantasy come true.

I felt a second hand. He opened my legs and fingered my pussy lips, finding them wet. He knew that was a welcoming sign. He got up, kneeled in front of me, and started rubbing my body, chest, tummy, legs. I could feel those hands, coarse, indelicate, strong hands invading me and taking me over. I loved it.

I ran my hands through his hair, and pulled his face to my inner thighs. He knew what to do, as I felt a wet tongue opening my pink shaved lips. I moaned loudly. I made sure I had been heard.

And I was sure I had been heard when a second pair of hands started fondling my breasts. I opened my eyes and looked up. There was a guy on the row behind ours. With his hands on me. He smiled at me, and I saw lust in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed my mouth. It was not a kiss, it was a hard tonguing, as if he was fucking my mouth with his tongue. I welcomed that probing tongue in my open mouth. It made me feel a shiver down my spine.

When he got up again I sensed his male organ, erected just by my face. He hadn't had the need to zip up his pants to walk to me. He knew what he was after. I turned my head to the side, and touched him with the tip of my tongue.

That's when I heard him: "Oh my god, just look at this slut, she's really here in it for a hard fuck". This seemed to encourage my first partner. He got up, and said "Let's give her the fuck of her life? See just how wet the whore is with the idea."

It was true. I was not feeling shy anymore. Seeing these two men drooling over my nakedness, was driving me wild. I could only want more now. I wanted to be the whore they were talking about.

I felt their hands grabbing me, and stripping me from my coat. I was completely naked now. They turned me over, with each knee on a different seat. Legs open, facing the back row where the second guy was shoving his hard piece of meat straight into my mouth. I grabbed his hips to gain some balance, and started bobbing my head back and forth, eating this cock as eagerly as I could.

Behind me I felt two hands probing my hot hole. I knew what was coming. I needed it, and yes, I moaned loudly when the first guy's cock pierced me violently, entering my body so fast that I almost fell.

I was getting the fuck I wanted, in a public place, by people I had never seen. I was being the slut I wanted to be. And god! It was exciting me so much. I knew I'd be doing it more times.

The harsh movements of the guy fucking me behind me, made me swallow the cock in my mouth even deeper, making me gag on it several times. He seemed to enjoy it as he felt his cock down my throat to the point of causing my eyes to cry. I didn't want it to stop. I needed to feel I was their slut.

Then I noticed there was a third pair of hands on my back. I heard the guy behind me "You want some piece of this whore too? There's enough for all of us." And the hands got more daring, exploring my belly and tits.

The pounding behind me was driving me over the edge. He knew there were no limits, so he was fucking me as he never thought of fucking anyone. Each thrust drilled me deeper. I felt like an animal being used when the second guy grabbed me by my hair to deep throat me fully.

It was still with his cock choking me that I felt the first guy shooting his load into my pussy. It was more that I could take, I couldn't hold it anymore. I orgasmed right there, still choking on the hard cock in my mouth.

Even before I could finish my orgasm, the guys grabbed me and lifted me up. "Let's fuck her against the wall." They said, and dragged my naked body around. Six hands on me, as if they were afraid I would change my mind. They would be crazy to think so. I was having the best time of my life. I only wanted more. More. More...

Once we got to the wall, they pushed me roughly against it, and the guy I had been sucking didn't hesitate to stuck his hard wet cock inside my cum oozing pussy. The other two grabbed my body, keeping it still against the wall as I got fucked so hardly.

Opening my eyes I could see the other two guys approaching. The whole five were now near me. Making comments like "See how that pussy is so hungry for cock", "Look at the whore loving it". "Oh my god, we're gonna fuck her until she's numb". It felt wonderful to be the object of such lust. I could see it in their eyes. I could see it in the way they all jerked off waiting for their turns. I was the actress of their porn movie now, and they were the main actors. I was just a piece of meat to be used. And it was feeling wonderful.

After the second guy came, the third pinned me to the wall with his huge penis. It was the biggest of them all, and it hurt me a little at first. I said it, and they all laughed. Oh my god, I was being raped, and loving it.

The big guy was the fastest to cum, and when he pulled out, I fell onto my knees. They held me, and when some of them were about to lift me up again, the fourth guy said "Let me have the whore like this", and he spreaded my legs apart, with me still on my fours, and made me feel his cock entering my ass hole. "Not my ass!" I said. But they were not stopping at this point. "Yeah fuck her ass, rip that tight hole apart" I heard them encouraging my ass raper. And honestly, I wanted him to do it. I just wanted to offer some resistance first.

When I tried to move the other held me still, and feeling immobilized got me even hornier than before. When one of them grabbed me by my neck, I came instantly.

I felt the fifth cock entering my mouth, and I stopped resisting. I can't help it, a cock in my mouth is something that makes me forget the rest of the world. "Look at her," one of them said, "give her a pacifier and she's quiet as a baby". They laughed again, as the guy behind me got his cock fully inside me. "The slut is a pro." He said "Her ass knows how to take cock", and with this he slapped my bare ass several times.

I was cuming time after time, and from then on I couldn't keep track of who was doing what to me. There was always some cock to suck, there was always some pairs of hands grabbing my body, there was always a hole being fucked. There was a puddle of semen dripping from my legs, there was much more being shot over my body, face and hair.

My numb body started to perceive that they were finishing when the pounding and thrusting ended. I couldn't feel much more anymore. I had orgasmed more than I could count. My jaw was aching from so much sucking, my ass hole was sore. But I was feeling happy.

One by one they left, still smiling, and commenting on how much of a slut I was. I got up slowly. Spent, worn out. I looked up to the balcony above me. And I saw her.

My sister was smiling back at me, approvingly. I had passed her dare. I had outdone her. Not for long, I knew. Our slut competition was a full time job.

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