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Finally

By: kracked_kerouc



Jeff and Sally were on the highway headed out to visit their friend Lana at school. Sally , who is a petite, sexy girl with short blonde hair and shapely body, was driving. She was always flirtatious with everyone, guys and girls, though Jeff had grown so used to it he didn't care anymore. 

"I can't wait to see this cover band Lana was talking about," Sally said with a smile. "Ahh, they will probably suck as usual," Jeff replied as smoke left his lips.

"Well, we're here," Sallly cheerfully said as Lana came outside to meet them. "Put your bags in my room, and grab a beer," Lana said as she showed them her apartment. Lana was always a shy girl as long Jeff could remember. Kind of short with nice hips and a beautiful chest, she exemplified the girl next door; innocent and sweet. 

They sat on the couch, beers in hand, with Lana's roommate, Mary, who was puffing away on some grass. They all caught up about what was happening in their hometown and all the latest gossip. The four of them left to go to the show. 

The band was rocking when they got to the bar, a typical college town tavern with 32 oz. beers and all. Mary quickly parted with her boyfriend leaving Sally, Lana and Jeff by themselves.

After drinking themselves silly, (Lana was hanging on to Sally for support as they walked to the car) the trio headed back to Lana's. Lana gave out blankets for Sally and Jeff. 

"Well, I'm gonna go pass out," Lana slurred as she wobbled down the hall. Sally was already half asleep on the couch, as Jeff got up to get his sleepwear out of his bag in Lana's room.

He opened the door and said, "Lana, are you decent?"

"Hummph," was all that came from Lana, and Jeff figured she was out cold. So he walked in to the room and started going through his bag in the dark as not to disturb Lana. He found his shorts, and was walking to the door to go change in the bathroom.

"You can change in here if you want," came Lana's voice from the bed.

"No, I'll change in the bathroom. Your wasted," Jeff said. The thought had crossed his mind that he had always wanted to get with Lana, but now was not the time. All it took was for her to get pissed and it could be called date rape.

"I kinda wanted to see you change," Lana said as she smiled a wicked smile. Jeff saw her moving under the covers. 

"Alright, what the hell," Jeff replied as he undid his jeans. He slid them down his legs, as his rapidly rising cock was still encased in his underwear. He began to start putting on his shorts when Lana said, " Aren't you gonna take off your underwear?" She the moved the covers off her with one move off her leg. Jeff stared wide eyed at Lana's perfectly shaved pussy, already wet from Lana's playing with it. He looked up at her breasts then to her face. She smiled her wicked grin again as she moved toward Jeff. Her fingers gripped the elastic on his underwear and slid the off him, exposing his hard, dripping cock. "Are you OK with this?" Lana purred staring up at Jeff with his cock centimeters away from her mouth.

"The question is are YOU cool with this?" Jeff replied, still worried that Lana was too drunk. She smiled her wonderful smile and took him into her mouth. She licked the tip of his cock while sucking it into her mouth. As she bobbed her face on his cock, she played and ticked his ball sack. Then she took him out of her mouth and began rubbing her ample 38C tits up and down the shaft. "I'm gonna cum real soon if you don't turn it down a notch," Jeff said, panting from the pleasure Lana was giving him. 

She looked up, smiled and said "I want you to cum all over my face and tits. It really turns me on." With that said, Jeff let go and came right on to Lana's chin and tits. She licked the cum off her chin and Jeff's declining penis. She then lifted her breast to her mouth and licked the cum off her nipple.

Jeff laid her down on her bed and began kissing her. She writhed underneath him as he took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked it in his mouth and flicked his tongue across the nipple rapidly as Lana shivered letting out a soft moan. Jeff's other hand was slowly caressing Lana's shaved pussy in a slow circle. He slid down to meet his hand. "God, your sooo wet," Jeff said as his tongue licked up Lana's pink, engorged lips. "Oh God, just keep going," Lana whimpered. He proceeded to lick around her pussy, lightly around her clit, as he slid two of his fingers inside her hot flesh.

"Hmmmm," Lana's said, biting her tongue as Jeff's fingers fluttered inside of her. She then felt them curl up, rubbing against her stomach from the inside. Her hips started to buck against Jeff's face as he took her clit into his mouth. "Fuck that's good! Don't stop! Fuck!" She screamed as Jeff's mouth sucked her hard clit in and out of his mouth, while his fingers fucked her mercilessly. 

"I'm cumming! Oh God I'm cumming!" she screamed as her hips slammed into his face with uncontrolled abandon. Jeff felt her orgasm as what was like a stream of her cum flew into his face. She was literally oozing girl cum. "Holy shit, my Lord," she said as her breathing slowed.

"I've never seen that much cum out of a girl before," Jeff said, as Lana straddled him. She was still in ecstasy and didn't replied. She lowered her dripping cunt right onto Jeff's cock.

"Oooh yeah, fuck me baby," Lana moaned as she bucked up and down on Jeff's rotating hips. They had their pace going perfect as Lana constantly kept pulling her sweaty hair out of the way of her face, and Jeff massaged her nipples with his thumbs.

Sally had awakened to a scream and went down the hall. She cracked the door open and started saying, "Lana, are you OK," then stopped. She was presented with Lana bucking wildly on Jeff's cock, furiously working to another orgasm. Sally quietly closed the door behind herself, leaned back and watched. Always having an over active libido, Sally felt her pussy stirring. Her nipples were already hard as she watched Lana and Jeff go to town. Before she knew it, her shorts were down her hips and her hand rubbing wantonly on her pussy.

Lana and Jeff, not noticing Sally, continued to fuck. Jeff was close to cumming and could feel his head twitching. Lana started to scream as orgasm hit her, "Cum with me!, Fill me! Fuuuuuucckk!" Lana leaned back and shook as Jeff's load, combined with her own passions, threw her out of control. Her body just shook involuntarily as she orgasmed harder then ever before. Jeff screamed as he felt his release and Lana's own cum mixing around his cock.

Sally was cumming as she watched Lana freak out in orgasm. She leaned against the door as her legs gave out. She let out a loud moan as she came into her hand. Then she realized Jeff and Lana cuddling watching her, as her moan finally made them notice she was there.

Sally crawled into bed with them. "You guys were awesome together. I never have seen you cum that hard, Lana." Sally then frenched Lana, and kissed her nipple. "What's this about?" Jeff said coyly. "You'll see," was all Lana and Sally said.

To Be Continued Soon...

This is my first story, so any comments would be greatly appreciated.

Finally



Finally, we're going to dinner. I wait for you to pick me up. Think about my preparations. The long warm bath, scented oil in the water, makes my skins so soft, smell so good. Getting dressed, feeling the silky pantyhose slide up my soft legs. Knowing that when I feel them slide back down, you will be there. I pull them up over my smooth round hips, feeling the tightness against my swollen pussy, already wet and hot thinking of you. 

I see myself in the mirror, naked but for the sheer hose, the light brown curls between my legs peaking through the shiny nylon. My bare breasts full, nipples hard in the chilly room. I select a black bra, lacy and low-cut, and slip it on, lifting my breasts into the soft cups. My nipples poke against the lace, their dusky pinkness visible through the material. I stroke them with my fingertips and shudder, anxious for your hands and mouth to be there. 

I turn to my closet and pull out a short black skirt. I pull it on, feeling the fabric snugly fit my hips. I select a soft, clingy pink sweater and draw it over my head. The material forms itself over my full breasts, outlining their shape. The black lace of my bra is a faint shadow behind the sweater, hinting at what lies beneath. I slide my feet into high-heeled black shoes. In the mirror, my legs seem so long. I know you'll like the way I look. I stare into the mirror again, seeing myself through your eyes. My hair encircles my head in a halo of soft blonde curls, framing green eyes full of passion. My mouth, its soft, full lips a deep pink, is open slightly, as I think of your kisses. I hear the doorbell, and know it is you. 

I open the door, and you're here, finally. Looking so good, so ready for me. I smile softly, and go to you for a hug, pressing against you like I've needed to all day. You touch your mouth to mine and I savor the taste of you. I feel the heat and wetness between my legs increase as it always does when I see you, touch you, taste you. You reach under my skirt and grab my ass, pulling me against you, letting me feel even more how much you want me. Then you draw back, knowing if we don't stop we'll never make it to dinner. We both know our sex will be even better if we wait. The teasing touches, kisses, looks we exchange over our meal will only increase our need. 

As we drive to the restaurant, your hand slides up and down my silky thigh, brushing against my hot, wet pussy. Feeling the heat through the hose. Making me breath harder, faster, need you more. I return the touch, feeling your muscular thigh through your pants, rubbing your hard cock as you drive. We kiss again before we leave the car. Your tongue feels so good in my mouth. Your hands squeeze my breasts, rub my sensitive nipples into hard peaks. I moan softly, begging for more. But you push me back, telling me it's time to go in. I see in your eyes that you don't want to stop either. We walk in to the restaurant, your hand on my waist, my nipples still so hard poking at the front of my sweater. I know your cock is hard still. You hold your jacket in front of you to disguise your arousal. We're seated at a booth in a back corner of the restaurant at your request. The waiter gives us a knowing look, seeing the sexual tension between us. 

We make small talk while perusing the menu and ordering. Then, when we're finally alone again, you pull me closer to you, kissing me softly. I feel your hand beneath the table, sliding up my nylon-covered leg and under my skirt. Your fingers gently rub my pussy. You smile at me, teasing me about how wet I am. You talk to me about your day, all the while continuing your teasing caresses. I move my legs apart beneath the tablecloth, so aroused I can't even respond to your questions. You stop then, holding me close, and I see the waiter returning with our meal. 

I can't even remember what I ordered, not hungry in the least, not for food anyway. We pick at our food, between touches and kisses, not tasting it, not really wanting it. My hand is in your lap, tracing the outline of your hardness through the material of your pants. I tell you how much I want you in my mouth, want to taste your cum. I see your eyes darken with need. You grab my hand and stop it, and I know you're near the edge, so I don't fight you. We can't wait any longer, and leave the restaurant quickly, money left of the table, not worried about the change. Back in the car, you press me against my seat, your tongue in my mouth, hands on my breasts, pulling my sweater up. Your hands feel so good on my skin. Please, I beg, I need you so much. You moan softly, and I feel you pull away, start the car, and know we'll be home soon. 

Walking in the house, one of your hands is around my waist, the other under my sweater, gently pinching my nipples, making my knees weak. I grasp your cock through your pants, holding it while we go in. So hard for me, so full and needing to cum. Entering the house, closing the door, finally we're alone. You push me against the wall, kissing me while you pull my skirt up to my waist. Squeezing my ass, you press your hard cock against me and I press back, needing to feel your heat, needing it so much. You rub against me rhythmically. 

Your hands lift my sweater, pulling it over my head between kisses. You find the clasp of my bra between my breasts and with a click it opens. My passion-swollen sensitive breasts spill into your waiting hands. I reach down, working loose the fastening on your pants, needing to feel your skin. I get them open, and slide my hands inside your pants, inside your shorts, grasping your cock with both hands, moaning when I feel the thickness and heat, rubbing my thumb over the sticky sensitive tip. I push your pants and shorts down, exposing your cock and balls, guiding you between my nylon-covered thighs and against my pussy, gripping my thighs tightly on your cock. You pump your cock between my legs, liking the way the silky nylon feels on your hardness, plucking at my nipples, making me whimper with need. 

I feel you pulling my pantyhose down, the tight nylon skimming down my hips, feeling like I knew it would when I thought about you undressing me. You stop when my ass and pussy are uncovered, just enough that you can take what you want. You turn me around and I lean over the hall table. You grasp my hips, using one hand to guide your cock into my dripping cunt. I can't get my legs apart very far because of the hose still around them, but you don't care, it's enough. I feel your huge cock pushing inside me, stretching me. So good. You work it in and out, going deeper each time. Finally I feel your balls against me, so full and tight. 

You reach under me, cupping my breasts, while you fuck me, deeper and faster, so good. With one hand, you reach down and find my clit, rubbing it through the sticky wetness of my pussy hair. Fucking and rubbing. I can't take it anymore, and I scream when I cum, wetting your cock even more. Cum so hard! And I feel you cumming in me, ramming your cock up me, filling me with hot semen. I feel the sticky wetness running from my pussy, soaking the pantyhose between my legs, smell the musky scent of our sex. I know that tonight, once won't be enough. Not with you lover, once isn't enough. You're in my dreams.



Finally



Gemma sat on the train wishing it would hurry up and get there. She couldn't wait to get to Leeds to meet Neil. They had been waiting for this day for ages, they were finally getting to meet. They had met in an Internet chat room, and had chatted a lot about sex. They had cyber sex often but they wanting to fuck each other more than anything. They had been planning to meet and now it was finally happening. Sitting on the busy train, Gemma wondered if anyone realised how excited she was about this, her pussy was already wet and the text message she had just received from Neil told her his cock was hard for her. She couldn't wait for it to be inside her!

She was wearing an outfit she hoped Neil would like. It was a short denim skirt, long black boots, a black shirt unbuttoned low enough to show her bra and ample breasts. She didn't wear any panties, so that there would be easy access to her holes. Thinking about this Gemma slipped to the toilets for a quick play. She didn't want to make herself cum but she gave her clit one or two strokes, making her moan lightly. She then opened her bag and took out her ass beads and some lube. She lubed up her ass just enough to easily slip a finger in and out and then quickly pushed the beads in. She also took her pussy beads out which were bigger and jiggled inside her with every move she made. These slipped straight into her swollen pussy, as she was so wet. She sucked the juices from her fingers, smiling with the knowing she'd be able to suck her juices from Neil's cock.

Going back to her seat, she heard the announcer say that they would shortly be arriving at Leeds station. She felt that tingle go through her again, knowing that this was the moment she had been waiting for.

Their eyes met across the station platform and big grins grew across their faces. Gemma felt that familiar tingle spread across her stomach and down to her pussy. She walked up to Neil. Neither of them said anything as they began kissing passionately. Their tongues slipped into each others mouths and they pulled each others bodies closer. Gemma could feel Neil's hard cock pressing against her. She couldn't wait to have it inside her.

In fact she couldn't wait so much that she pulled away from him, smiled and began to lead him away from the platform. Gemma felt the pussy balls inside of her moving around and she felt herself about to cum. She walked faster pulling Neil's arm to get him to move faster. Neil realised where they were heading when he saw a sign for the toilets. They had talked about this on the Internet and he hoped it was going to be as good as it sounded.

The men's toilets were closest so they headed in there. Quickly closing the cubicle door behind them, they began kissing hard again. As they did this Gemma slipped her hand to Neil's trousers and began to remove them as fast as she could. When she was down to his boxers, Gemma slipped her hands inside and began to slowly caress Neil's cock. It was so hard and she realised that they both were going to cum quickly so she dropped to her knees and began to gently suck on the head. 

Neil moaned and held onto the back of her head starting to fuck her mouth. Gemma took the cock as far into her mouth as she could, feeling it touch against the back of her throat. She licked up and down the shaft with her tongue before standing up again. She kissed Neil again and whispered to him, 'You can cum in my mouth later, I really need your cock up me now'.

She then bent over and lifted up her skirt. Spreading her legs slightly, she slipped her fingers into her pussy and found the beads she had put in earlier. She pulled them out with a 'plop' and put one into her mouth to suck the sloppy juices from it. Then she guided Neil's hard cock to her pussy and he pushed it straight up. Gemma swapped the beads over in her mouth and slipped one hand underneath her and began to rub her clit while Neil started to pump harder and harder into her. He slipped a finger into her ass hole alongside her beads. Taking the pussy beads from her mouth she cried, 'Pull them out when I cum!' 

They both started to moan, Gemma frigged her clit harder and faster and began to shake as she came. Neil quickly moved his finger from her ass and pulled on the pink beads. Her pussy clenched round Neil's cock, causing him to spurt deep inside her pussy. They both moaned out. Neil pulled his cock out of Gemma's pussy and she slipped it back into her mouth to clean it up. She could feel his cum begin to drip down her thighs as she sucked and licked on his softening cock. Keeping some of the cum in her mouth she lifted her head up to share their cum with Neil. He moaned out as they kissed passionately and they both swallowed the last of their juices. He broke their kiss and they smiled at each other.

'So was it worth the wait then?' asked Gemma. 'Oh yes' said Neil and began kissing her again.

Gemma began to feel Neil's cock start to swell again, so she lightly started to caress it until it was almost rock hard again. 'Hmm, I wonder where we should put that now - any ideas?' she asked.

Reaching down underneath Gemma's ass, Neil pushed a finger into her ass hole and began to move it in and out, 'How about here?' he said. All Gemma could do was moan. She stood up and Neil's finger slipped out. 'Lets find somewhere else,' Gemma said. They tidied themselves up and walked out of the toilets getting a few strange glances from people. They walked along holding hands and groping each other as much as they could in public. They talked about how much they had wanted to fuck each other since they had began chatting and about how much more fucking they wanted to do. 

'Well we've got everything on that list to do yet!' said Gemma, 'and we will be doing it all!' 'I've no problem with that', said Neil. 'That's good then', Gemma whispered into his ear, 'because I've got a surprise for you'

She opened up her bag and let Neil look inside. She had a variety of sex toys for them to use. She showed him the strap on dildo she had brought.

'This is going deep up your ass', she told Neil, 'and I've got a present for you.'

Gemma pulled something else out of her bag and gave it to Neil. It was some ass beads like the ones that Neil had pulled from her ass earlier. Neil leaned in and kissed her.

'Mmm, I can't wait to try these, thank you so much,' said Neil, 'I want u to put them up me!' 'I'd love to, lets do it now!' Gemma replied looking around.

She saw an alley near by and pointed to it. Neil nodded and they picked up their things and went down the alley. At the bottom they turned a corner and found that they were quite well hidden. Neil undid his trousers while Gemma put a little lube onto the first ball. She put a little into her middle finger too and said to Neil to bend over.

'But someone might come' Neil protested.

Gemma pulled her hairbrush out of her bag and slapped it against her hand. Neil's cock hardened even more knowing that Gemma had fucked her pussy with the handle and loved to spank her ass with the handle.

'Am I going to have to use this?' asked Gemma.

Neil bent over and pulled his trousers below his ass. Anyone who walked by would be about to see a girl stick her finger up a guys ass with a hairbrush in her other hand. Gemma felt her juices run down her already sticky thighs with this thought. She pushed her finger up his ass and started to pump it in and out. 

'Do u like that, do u like the thought that anyone could see us right here?' Gemma asked, still fucking his ass with her finger. Neil just moaned.

Gemma then took the beads and slipped the first into his ass. Quickly she pushed each one into his hole until there was only the little pink stick showing. She slipped her finger back into the entrance to his hole alongside the beads. She bent over on top of Neil and whispered to him:

'So how does that feel? Do u like it?' 'Oh yeh, it feels good!' said Neil. 

Next Neil felt Gemma remove her finger from his hole but still leaning over him, he felt her smooth pussy rub over his ass. He could feel how sticky and wet she was and she was really getting off by rubbing her pussy against him. She quickened her rubbing and felt that familiar feeling spread across her. She gave a little cry of 'Oh' and came over Neil's ass. He felt juices spurt from her pussy and run down the crack of his ass. Moaning, Gemma got up and said to Neil, 'You were a naughty boy anyway'.

Next Neil felt a sharp pain against his ass as Gemma brought the hairbrush down against his cheek. As she hit him again and again, Neil just moaned and started stroking his cock.

'So you like that then do u?' Gemma asked, putting the brush in her bag and taking out her own ass beads. She bent over as Neil stood up and quickly pushed them up her ass. He had a beautiful view of her ass and pussy and moved forward to rub his hard cock against her ass. Standing up, Gemma said 'That's for later. Lets go and find somewhere quiet'.

They walked back down the alley and saw that there were people coming towards them. They turned and looked at each other and started to laugh. They quickly headed for what looked like a park. They had both had fun in woods before and they both knew that they needed to fuck there. They walked across the busy park and found that their were trees right at the end. They were people near to the edge of this wood but walking through them they found that they was no-one to be seen around them. They found a small clearing where they were surrounded by trees and sat down under a tree. They could still see the people around the edge of the trees so they knew the people could probably see them. This just made it more exciting. Gemma lay down on the ground and pulled Neil on top of her. She could feel his hard cock pushing into her. 

She broke from their kiss and said, 'I want your cum!'

Neil sat back and Gemma pushed him onto the ground. She sat between his legs. Opening her bag she told Neil she had another surprise for him. She pulled out a Polaroid camera and gave him a cheeky grin. I got this so we can have a few memories to look at of today. With that she spread her legs and pushed her skirt up around her waist. She opened her sticky pussy lips and took a photo. She handed it to Neil and said 'Something to remember me by.'

Gemma then undid Neil's trousers and pulled them off him. At the same time he took off his top and was soon totally naked. He pulled off her top and looked lovingly at her breasts. He buried his face in them and began to suck and lick them through her bra. He undid her skirt and slipped that from her so she was only wearing the long boots and her bra. Gemma took her boots off while Neil removed her bra. She was now naked too. They rubbed their naked bodies against each other, Neil sucking and biting her nipples until they became as hard as pegs. 

They moved into a sixty-nine position, Gemma taking Neil's cock down her throat in one go. She moaned out as she felt Neil's tongue start to lap at her pussy. His tongue slipped between her lips and into her hole. He began to tongue fuck her while she was sucking lightly on his cock. She let almost all of his cock slip out and then she took only the head back in and began to suck it like a lollipop. They both moaned with the pleasure they were giving each other. Gemma reached under Neil and pulled on the ass beads slowly just enough so they didn't pop out. She then pushed them in. Feeling this added pleasure, Neil began to do the same to Gemma's beads. It made them both moan even more and they both realised they were going to cum. Gemma felt Neil's cock harden in her mouth as he started to suck on her clit. Gemma started to cum on his tongue and sucked harder on the cock in her mouth. 

At the same time they pulled the beads from each others asses and they both screamed in pleasure. While Neil lapped up her juices, she felt his cum spurt to the back of her throat and she had to fight not to swallow all of his lovely juices. She had wanted to share this with him. Holding his cum in her mouth, she sat up and pulled Neil towards her. Just opening her mouth a little (so she wouldn't lose any) she pressed her lips against Neil's and let his cum flow in his mouth. She started to frig her clit again as she heard Neil moan as he swallowed his cum. She came over her fingers.

When they had their breath back, Neil said 'That was so fantastic, you are wonderful'. They lay back on the ground holding each other and whispering into each other's ears. After a while, Gemma sat up and pulled the vibrator from her bag. She switched it onto the highest speed and said 'Fuck me with this!' 

Neil flipped her onto her hands and knees and started ramming the plastic cock up her pussy from behind. It felt so good Gemma came immediately and at the sight of her cumming on the cock, Neil's cock had grown to its hardest. Seeing this Gemma begged for the cock to be up her ass.

'Ok please will you fuck your big cock up my ass. I want it so bad and I know you want to be up there too. Please stick it in my ass hole.'

With that Neil opened her bag and brought out the lube. He lubed her ass hole for a few minutes stretching it with his fingers and getting it ready for the biggest thing she had ever had up it. All this time Gemma was frigging her own clit and begging for Neil to fuck her. He also put some lube on his cock. Finally he removed his fingers. He grabbed the camera and took shots of Gemma from all angles, and close ups of her ass and pussy. Putting the camera down he said:

'This is it, this is what you've been waiting for'. With that he pushed his cockhead gently against her asshole. Slowly he pushed forward until his cock began to enter her tight hole. Waiting a few seconds, he slowly pushed a little more until the whole head was inside. Again he waited. This time he grabbed the camera and began to take photos of his cock inside her hole. 

He kept doing this until Gemma felt his balls against her ass. She moaned with the wonderful feeling of this cock up her. She reached round and felt her ass hole. 

'I can't believe it's in', she said

Still moving slowly, Neil began to fuck her tight ass hole. He was finding it hard not to cum, feeling how tight she was. As he moved in and out, he reached down to touch her clit. He gently began rubbing it, thinking that he'd never met anyone who could cum so much in one day. And knowing that it was him making her cum, made him so horny.

Gemma was used to the cock being up her now, and she wanted it harder. Telling Neil to fuck her harder, Gemma started to cum on his fingers. Neil rubbed her clit faster as she screamed and he felt her ass grip his cock. He almost came but he held back. With this he began fucking her ass faster and harder, slapping his balls against her ass. When he felt her cumming again, he exploded into her ass. He collapsed on top of her panting, still feeling his cum squirting up her. As his cock began to soften, the cum dripped out of her hole and onto the ground beneath them. Neil pulled his cock out and they both lay down on the ground. Neil remembered some photos he had sent to Gemma on the Internet, of ass holes wide open after they had been fucked. He had to take some of Gemma like that. He got her onto her hands and knees again, and took a few shots of the cum dripping out her gaping hole.

Eventually they realised they would have to be heading back to catch their trains. They made their way back through the trees and the park, still groping and feeling each other. When they reached the station, Neil said how about once more in the toilets. They went in and completely stripped this time. They took lots of photos for them both to enjoy and put them all together with the others. Gemma again went in her bag and said:

'There's still something to try,' pulling out the strap on dildo. Seeing this, Neil was soon standing to attention.

She acted just how Neil had with her ass. She lubed him up and stretched his hole, although he had been fucked by a dildo before. He moaned in pleasure at the feel of her fingers fucking his hole. He gently stroked on his cock. Bending him over, Gemma pushed the cock against his hole. Slowly Neil told her how he wanted to be fucked and she did as he asked. Soon the plastic cock strapped to her was buried to the hilt. She took photos of this, knowing she would get wet just seeing these for a second. Neil asked to be fucked hard and fast so that's what Gemma did. As she did this, Neil wanked his cock and gave a loud groan. Gemma quickly pulled out and sat on the toilet seat. She told Neil to wank over he pussy and to cum on it. He did. A couple of strokes and he came over her with two spurts and then shoved his cock up her pussy and finished cumming.

Gemma picked up the camera and took a few shots of Neil's wide-open ass like he had of her. She would love to see cum dripping out of that hole, she hoped that would happen soon. They quickly dressed knowing they had to leave soon. Picking up the photos, Gemma took one of Neil's cock up her ass and stuck it to the toilet door with chewing gum. 

'That'll be a nice surprise for someone,' she said hoping that someone would wank over it.

They walked out of the cubicle, Gemma still feeling very naughty. A guy standing in the toilets gave them a knowing smile, and Gemma lifted her skirt and showed him her pussy dripping with cum. They walked out of the door and left the guy standing with his mouth open in shock.

'I can't believe you just did that,' said Neil. 'Neither can I,' said Gemma, 'I can't help being a horny bitch!'

Just then Neil's train arrived. They were both sad to be parting, but knew they would be doing it all again very soon. They kissed and as they did so Neil slipped in hand up her skirt and scooped up some of their cum with his fingers. He lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean. 

'Thank you,' he said and kissed her again.

They said their goodbyes and Neil got on his train. Gemma sat on a seat on the platform as his train pulled away. As she saw him go by, the opened her legs to give him one last look at what he'd just fucked. She saw him grin and a text message she received from him, told her he was hard again.

Gemma got on her train as they planned their next meeting and what else they would do. 



Finally



I couldn’t believe my eyes.  But there she was, my mom, masturbating to pictures of me in my bathing suit.  I stared at her from the darkened hallway in shock as she fingered her pussy ever more feverishly.  Pretty soon there came whispers of “oh Bill yes.”

Bill?  That’s me.  I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.  Mom, a single parent, and I have always been close.  She’s never dated much and I dated some, but now in my late 20s I’ve taken to hanging around with her more and more.  And she knows I like her too.  I’ve told her I am totally turned on by natural, earthy, busty types like her.  I always add that they should be my age, but we both kind of know the truth.

She is what I want. She’s only about 5’ and weighs in at about 220 lbs.  She’s big up top, with a big belly and a big ass.  Plainly dressed as she usually is in t-shirts or Kmart dresses, her tits hang low and blend in with her belly.  She wears no makeup and doesn’t shave.  She isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but she is my sexual ideal and my loving mom all rolled into one.

Thus, I was pleased to see mom in a state of arousal over yours truly.  I quickly assessed my options as I stood in my boxers in the hall, but I knew the die was cast.  My dick was pointing straight up so I wanted to end our charade now.  I walked in and she shuttered and pulled her half open robe over her exposed body.  “No mom, don’t bother.”  “Look at this”, I said as I pointed to my dick.  “We both feel the same way.”

Holding her robe closed, she got up and stood right in front of me.  She paused there, nipples about level with my dick and eyes locked with mine.  Her 50 year-old, unprepared, unglamorous look was making me crazier than ever before.  I was trembling with desire for her.  She managed a “but Bill”, but I shushed her and placed my hands lightly on her hips.  Then, as if she finally accepted the inevitable, a devilish smile broke out on her face and she opened the robe and pressed her belly and breasts against me.

It was what we both wanted and had been heading towards forever.  We kissed and hugged and groped each other madly.  We both moaned as we shared long, deep, wet kisses.  I treasured it all from the musky, sweat underneath her huge, pancake breasts to her stocky, cellulite-tinged legs.  It was a sexual explosion amplified by our long repression, and this was all before we even left our feet.

After prolonged making-out I finally pulled back for a moment to take it all in.  I had to break her grip she was so attached.  Her eyes were glassy with lust.  Without missing a beat though she lay on her back and spread her legs bent at the knee.  Then she held her ankles and thrust her pussy and ass in the air towards me and begged, “Please Bill come in me quickly.  I can’t wait any longer.”

She didn’t have to ask me even that first time cause I was already on my way.  For a woman that never got it, her hairy pussy was tantalizingly open just from our sensual kissing.  I put my throbbing dick at the opening and she practically sucked it inside.  We sagged backwards together and relished our closeness before I started working it in and out slowly.

I alternated between slow and deep, and fast and hard.  We had this body blend going where I was in her and kissing her and it was all so deep and intimate.  I was overcome by her womanly scent, so familiar and yet so new to me.  Our passion was intense and it seemed to go on forever.  Occasionally I would pull out and extend my arms upwards and just look at the beauty beneath me.  With her tits hanging to the side and her pussy glistening she was a vision keeping me bone hard.  She’d beckon me to her again, I’d slip back in and she’d shutter at the penetration.  Numerous successive times she built up, bucked ,  and reached a climax.

Finally I sought to cum myself, as much just because I wanted to find out what she thought about it as anything else.  She had me so ready I just began working towards it and within moments a final, dizzying torrent overwhelmed me.  Replete with moans and cries of satisfaction, we collapsed in an exhausted heap together temporarily totally spent.  I fell off to her side and chuckled over what had taken place.

“I’m sorry honey” she leaned over and said.  “This is not right” 

“Really mom, with all due respect, you wanted me and you got me.  We both know you are my fantasy woman.  So what’s next?”

She took a moment to digest that and then rolled out of bed.  I’m thinking maybe I’ve moved too fast.  Then she turns towards me and begins to stretch, smiling smugly at me and showing off her abundant charms.  “You make a good point William dear.  What’s next is I’m going to take a shower.  Care to join me?”



Finally



Here I was. Sitting just minutes from seeing the girl I had fantasized about for about 5 years. Ever since I met my best friend and his sister Deanna I had been in love with her. Just thinking about her turned me on. I would have done anything just to have her. And now. I was going away to her house with my friend for spring break. Knowing she was a drinker I knew that she would get drunk and if I kept my head maybe my fantasy would come true.

Once there at her house we quickly started the partying. Her boyfriend, sick with the flu, was at home doing nothing as usual but smoking pot and playing games. Meanwhile, her and I were left alone as my friend and her friend went to get more beer. Deanna, plastered already sat next to me on the couch watching a cheap cinemax porno. She was drunk and leaning against my arm. I looked down at her and could see down her shirt. This got me going a bit and I felt the familiar bulge in my pants. She noticed the crotch on my jeans rising a bit and she looked up, “hmmm you look like your happy to see someone”. then she did something I thought would never happen outside of my fantasies. She unzipped my zipper and took my whole cock into her mouth. This was heaven. I mean I’ve had blowjobs before but from her it was amazing. Like the greatest conquest of my life. I was stunned. 

I seem to have a fetish for girls that wear thongs/g-strings and this girl would only wear thongs/g-strings. This particular night she happened to be wearing a pair of black spandex that when she leaned forward showed her thong straps. This was a great turn on because I could see her Shapely ass with her zebra print thongs as she leaned over my cock giving me the best blowjob of my life.

She looked up with a giant smile on her face and kissed me more passionately than anyone ever has before. She pulled away and slid her tit out of her sports bra. Leaning down I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it harder than a baby fighting for milk. She squealed as I slid my hand down between her pants. Feeling the fabric against her cunt was turning me on more and more and I had the biggest erection I had ever had. As she reached around my cock pumping it up and down I pulled off her sports bra and continued sucking her nipples. 

She stopped and I wished for more but she just said “whats your fetish” I told her it was her and she smiled again. She turned around and said she wanted me to eat her. She bent over with the spandex pants still on and shoved her ass into my face. My nose burying into her crack and my tongue slipping out over her cunt. Licking it up and down I could feel the fabric becoming wet as my tongue lapped up her juices. Finally I slowly pulled off the spandex and told her to leave the thong on. I continued licking her cunt from behind and her nice rose-bud of an asshole. The taste was sweet the thin line of hair above her smooth cunt was another fetish of mine. I buried two fingers into her slit and one more into her asshole now lubed with my spit. I kept using pumping her with my fingers while she kept giving me a hand job before she came with a sweet tasting fluid that filled my mouth. I licked her again and she said “fuck me. Fuck me now” so I slid my cock up and down her wet slit before finally sliding into her tight, wet hole. This was the greatest feeling my cock had ever felt. I pumped her for what seemed like forever before she finally bucked her hips and came for the second time. I said that she was mine now and I pulled out my cock and put against her rose-bud. She squealed a bit but I slapped her ass and she shut up as I slid my cock into her asshole. It was so warm and tight. I pumped it like a madman. She came the most explosive orgasm I have ever caused a woman to have.

Finally I was about to come after about 20 minutes of pumping her asshole. She said “I want you cum in my mouth.” I turned her around and jacked my cock off letting off the best orgasm I have ever had right into her mouth. She was so turned on she jumped up and kissed me. She and I shared my cum and the taste was surprising but it was fun nonetheless. This was by far the best I have ever had. And when our friends got back they had no clue anything ever happened.



Finally



“Ohhhh.”

What a mess!

What a fucking mess – literally. She shivered even though the physical heat of Michael’s body warmed her thoroughly. That was part of the mess – it was Michael’s body. God, what a mess.

They were stuck together – literally.

Sometime during the night Michael’s semen had leaked out of her and their thighs were now stuck together. Oh, it wasn’t quite ‘Superglue’ stuck together, but it was certainly more stuck together then a “post-it” note. And there had been a lot of semen last night. Stacey couldn’t help but smile…damn, she had come so many times. Michael had come too, more then once, Oh, yeah, there had been a lot of semen.

But now they were stuck, and Stacey had to pee. She really had to pee, and they were really stuck. And slowly seeping into this predicament was the realization as to just how big a mess this could really become. Mess-wise this was bubbling right up there to the top.

Michael shifted and the semen-bond between them was conveniently severed. Thank God. Stacey rolled slowly out of bed and walked quietly to her bathroom. She was barely on the seat when her muscles released, and a tremendous torrent of piss emptied from her. She drank way too much last night – way too much. Sure she could use that as a reason for what had happened, but it wouldn’t do much for the reason why it had happened.

No sooner had she finished peeing, she was reminded of her activities - the remainder of Michael’s semen dripped from her. She covered her face in her hands as she squeezed her muscles trying to get rid of as much as possible. God what a mess…

Stacey wiped her tender lips clean. Damn him! Why did it have to be Michael? She’d just about known him her whole life, and he was one of her best friends. She could talk to Michael about anything. She could share anything with him. Okay, after last night, make that everything. She groaned.

Why did he have to be some kind of hot lover? He was incredible. What woman wouldn’t want a lover as skilled as Michael? Why did it have to be him? She dropped the sodden tissues in the bowl and walk slowly back to bed. Damn him! Look how cute he looks there, in my bed, so satisfied from a long night of loving.

Lifting the covers, she was assailed by the co-mingled aroma of their passion. Her body responded as she inhaled their scent. Damn him! His scent had been part of her downfall. Things between them had gotten out of control, and she had thought to put an end to it with a simple hand job and nothing more. After an unintended night of making out and free-roaming hands, it was a solution that was a little bit daring, a little bit naughty, and definitely a little something to remember this night. Only it didn’t quite workout the way she thought it would.

She should have never let it get to that point anyway! They had been flirting outrageously last night. But they’d done that in the past, and it had never gotten out of control. They had always kept it verbal. They had very carefully avoided any kind of sexual contact – always.

So why then when she’d accidentally spilled her beer on him had she insisted on removing his shirt and jeans to dry them? Even worse - he purposefully spilled beer on her and practically stripped her bare right then and there. She should have put a stop to it. She should have thrown him out. 

She certainly should not have gone along with him and let him undress her down to her bra and panties. And she sure as hell shouldn’t have accepted his offer for a neck massage as a means of apology. The massage had been the beginning of the end. Oh God, those hands and those damn fingers of his!

If only he had kept his hands on her neck. Oh, no! Not Michael. Not Mister Magic-Touch. He had to touch all her exposed skin - shoulders, back, ribs, belly, hips, thighs, calves, and feet. And she let him. Damn! He must have planned this from the start. 

She was relaxed and trusting - so trusting that while he massaged her feet, she stretched back on the couch and let her legs fall open. Her panties were soaked. He probably could smell her. Too bad for him, he couldn’t see anything.

She was so relaxed - so aroused - that when he asked her for “one little bitty touch” she said nothing. She let him do what he wanted, or at least what she thought he wanted - cop a feel of her tit - but he wanted more.

Lying side-by-side, she was on her back. Her knees slightly spread, bent, and one knee rested on his thigh. His hand moved back and forth above her breasts and that’s when she felt it. It was hot, hard and pressing against the back of her thigh. He was just as turned on as she was. The thought that he was erect and that his cock was just inches from her wet cunt thrilled her.

She heard herself say, “Oh, did I do that?” And he responded - boy, did he respond. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He rolled over between her legs. She felt ‘it’ press against her body. Still kneeling between her legs, he rose up, and she saw it - his magnificent cock. It jutted out from his boxers - long, thick, and glans flared. She instinctively reached out and touched it, wrapping her hand around its hard heat. Touching it. Stroking it. She moved closer and closer to it. She licked it. Tasted it. Sucked it - eager to get all of it into her mouth.

Damn him! She had let him cum in her mouth, something that was reserved for special boyfriends, one of which he most certainly was not. To make matters worse, she had even swallowed – which she never did! She swallowed. Damn him! She swallowed, and she knew for him she would swallow again. Not that there would be another chance – no way.

She smiled. He had been no better off. Her breasts swelled when she remembered his enthusiasm for her scent, her taste, her cum. Her biggest orgasm of the night came when he went down on her after he’d cum inside her. No guy had ever done that and she had certainly never dared to ask for it. But he had, willingly, enthusiastically and completely.

She looked at his backside as she scooted beneath the sheets. He had been so powerful during their lovemaking…no, not lovemaking, this was sex. Fucking - that was the only way to describe that second time. He had rolled her onto all -fours and fucked her - hard, fast, and powerful. He was so much bigger than her, and the angle of his cock inside her had taken her to heights of unimagined pleasure.

That’s all this was - a great fuck. Stacey repeated it over and over in her head. This was sex, just sex, nothing more - a romp, a mindless fling - no big deal. She could handle this as just a great fuck. She could. She had to.

Michael rolled over and pressed the front side of his body into Stacey’s backside. Damn him! He was hard again! His magnificent cock pressed against Stacey’s ass, and she shivered. No man as good-looking, as funny, as ‘oh God he is so nice’ as Michael, should come equipped with such a bad boy cock. Where had he been hiding that thing? She had expected Mike to have a normal size cock. Her past lovers were bigger or smaller, but for the most part average. There was nothing average about Mike’s cock.

Stacey tried to reaffirm her strength, her will, her ability to resist, her need to… Damn! Michael’s mouth was on her lower neck, toward her back. His hand moved slowly across her flat stomach and up to her breast. It was warm and deliberate. He shifted his hips, and his cock slid down the crack of Stacey’s ass. Damn! Damn! Damn! Michael shifted again, and his cock pushed across her wet pussy lips. Fuck! Michael tried again and again but couldn’t find the right angle, until Stacey tilted her hips, lifted her leg, and stuck her hand between her legs. She didn’t want his cock missing the mark. It didn’t. Damn!

An irresistible heat was emanating from Stacey’s very core - as if her cunt were liquefying around him. She melted into his embrace. 

His heat…her heat…their heat.

He wasn’t pumping into her so much as sliding through her. Her own arousal grew hot and needy. She matched his gentle, easy rhythm. Her hand, the one that had directed him inside her, now loitered about her clit. He shifted once more, rolling more directly onto her, and his cock pushed deep inside her. Oh, God yes.

She couldn’t have stopped her body from responding if she tried. She didn’t try. Instead, she helped. She tilted her hips and spread her legs wider, taking him deeper. He rubbed across that spot again. She was close. He sped up, and she prepared her body to come again, but he stopped moving. OH, GOD NO…NO!

She waited. No, no, no! His body relaxed as he sank into a deep slumber. Damn! The weight of his body was hot and suffocating. The depth of his hard cock inside her was distracting, to say the least. She couldn’t move. Her lower arm was pinned underneath them, and her upper arm was trapped between his arm and her thighs. She couldn’t move because his leg was over hers. OH, NO!

She bucked her hips and he stirred. Yes! He rolled back, lifting his weight off of her. While pulling back, his cock nearly popped free. But then he pushed forward, and his cock thrust deep inside her. Roll and thrust. Roll and thrust. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted but with her hand on her clit, she would climax soon enough.

“AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

NO! NO! NO! Stacey bucked her hips and tried to get over the top. No. No. No. He was softening. She gave her hips a strong thrust. It caused him to pull out. Oh. He rolled back over the other way. Stacey’s arousal faded in direct proportion to her increasing frustration. Damn!

God what a mess - his semen dripped out of her again.

*****

He was finally up. She heard the shower running. She mentally ran through her speech - again - as she placed the cut fruit and bagels on the table and brewed a fresh pot of coffee. She waited.

She heard his footsteps, and she steeled herself. She would be kind, yet clear. This was something they would eventually laugh about - a drunken escapade, a romp between old friends - only between them. 

Oh, my God.

Michael stood framed in the doorway. The damp, white towel he held round his waist did little to hide his package. His broad chest was flush from the heat of his shower, as was his face. Beneath his wet, blonde hair, dark eyes engulfed her. He glanced at the food on the table and the empty plate.

“I couldn’t find my clothes.”

Stacey nodded towards the garage. “I washed them this morning. They should just about be dry.”

The back door banged open, and a shrill voice called out, “Stacey, Stace…you’ll never guess whose back in town. I just heard that …”

Stacey’s world trembled to its very foundations. Any chance of keeping this quiet or explaining it away was gone - completely, unavoidably, undeniably gone. Beth, why did it have to be Beth?

“OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! I don’t believe what I’m seeing.”

Stacey sighed as she braced herself for the inevitable avalanche of questions, inquiries, suggestions, and advisories.

Beth stood in the middle of the room and nodded solemnly. “I have just one word to say, just one.” She waited until Stacey and Michael turned towards her.

“FINALLY!”

Michael belted out a laugh and nodded his head in agreement.

Stacey looked at Michael and then at Beth. There was no mistaking the expression on Beth’s face.

“FINALLY?”

“Yeah – FINALLY – as in, ‘well it’s about time.”

Michael seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the moment - smiling bigger than Stacey had ever seen.

Stacey could only groan. And then she repeated the word, “Finally.”



Finally 18



Katie's father and I had been secretly planning for her eighteenth birthday party for weeks. We had arranged for our swingers club to decorate special for her that night and the theme was going to be very exciting for everyone.

"Katie, it's about time to leave baby. Go upstairs and put on the clothes mommy laid out for you and don't take too long," I said.

"Okies mommy, I'll be right back," she replied with her usual sweet smile. She knew we had something planned for her but she really had no idea what was in store for her tonight.

I watched as she bounded up the stairs, seeing her tight little butt swinging sexily from side to side as she took the stairs two at a time. I knew what was coming and stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her to disappear into her room.

"Mom!" she cried. "I can't wear this old thing! It's three years old, I'll never fit into it," she complained standing at the top of the stairs holding a plaid skirt and white shirt. I had set out her old Freshman school uniform complete with a pair of custom black Prada point toe pumps with a white bow.

"Yes you can dear, I let out a couple of inches on the skirt earlier today, it'll fit you just fine, now put it on and get your buns down here, daddy has already called for the car to be brought around front and you know you don't want to get him upset," I yelled up to her.

"Oh shit," she said, then looked startled and covered her mouth. She darted back into her room.

While she finally started putting on her school uniform, I slipped into the living room and quickly stripped. I put on my school teacher outfit, complete with a skinny tie. I put on a pair of wing tipped glasses and pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head. Once I'd stepped into my own Yves Saint Laurent metal heel pumps I picked up a rosewood case the size of a shoe box and lovingly caressed it's smooth polished surface. I slipped it into a colorful bag and placed decorative wrapping paper into the bag hiding the box inside.

As I turned around, Katie walked into the room and asked, "What's that?"

I just smiled. "Later, dear," I said. "Now, let's go before your father has to come in here and get us."

Katie looked momentarily worried and then began running to the front door. I laughed and followed close behind. Watching her run, I could see her cute white satin panties flashing beneath the short plaid skirt as she ran. I smiled knowing how long those were going to last.

When we got to the driveway we were both surprised to see daddy had ordered the limo to be driven around front for tonight and was holding the back door open for us. He looked amazing, as usual, in his tuxedo. 

"You girls get to seat in the rear facing seats tonight," he said.

We looked in and saw that the back had two seats that faced the rear of the car. They were both draped in beautiful linen covers and the back bench seat looked like it was fit for a king, both arm rests down putting the back seat passenger in the center nestled between the two of us as we faced him.

Katie clapped her hands and stepped gingerly into the car, being careful in her new shoes, and sat in the far seat. I stepped in next and could feel daddy's hand brushing against my ass as I climbed into my own seat next to Katie. When we were both in place, Daddy stepped in and took his seat and beamed at us with a huge smile.

"My lovely ladies, you both look absolutely gorgeous tonight," he said with pride. "Now, are you both dressed properly for the night?" he asked.

I smiled and watched as a questioning look came over Katie's face. I knew what he was asking and was well prepared for this part of the evening.

"Yes daddy," I replied and spread my legs.

He leaned forward and slid his hand along my inner thigh until his fingers brushed against my freshly shaved pussy. He smiled and brushed lightly between my lips beginning to get me wet with excitement. He then tugged on my shirt and leaned in to take a peek inside.

"Very good," he said.

He turned to Katie and smiled. "Spread'em young girl," he said and Katie looked at me and back to her father. She then slowly spread her legs. Daddy leaned forward. I watched as his hand disappeared under her skirt as he slid his hand along her inner thigh. When he got to the top he frowned. "What is this?" he asked. His hand was moving under her skirt and I knew he was brushing his fingers along her panties pressing into her sex.

"They're my panties, daddy," she said softly. She was flushed and I could see her breast rising and falling a bit quicker as daddy was teasing her pussy.

He shook his head from side to side and said, "Not allowed dear. I'm afraid those will have to go," he said. He leaned back into his seat and brought his fingers to his mouth and began to lick his fingertips. "Take them off," he said firmly.

Katie didn't hesitate. She raised her hips and quickly pulled her new satin panties off and handed them to her father. He smiled and brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply with the crotch pressed against his nose. He smiled once more and tossed the panties aside and reached forward and cupped one of Katie's breasts in his hand. "Oh baby, not these to?" he asked. He shook his head and began unbuttoning Katie's shirt. She helped him by pulling the shirt tails out of her skirt.

"Lean forward," he said and she immediately complied bending forward until she was holding her knees against her chest tightly. He unhooked her bra and told her to sit up. When she sat up straight her father and I both smiled.

"May I," I asked daddy. I reached out towards her left breast and waited for permission.

"Yes dear, tonight, she is for everyone's pleasure," he said slyly.

I knelt down on the floor between our two seats and took one of her nipples between my lips and began to suckle on it. I watched as daddy slipped his hand beneath her skirt once again and Katie closed her eyes as both her parents began to pleasure her beautiful body. Before long daddy had knelt down on the floor between Katie's legs and began to kiss her thighs. I reached down and pulled her skirt up revealing her bald little pussy so we could both see it clearly by the car's interior lights. Daddy kissed her sweetly right on her little clit and pushed a finger inside her. Katie moaned as I spread her lips apart making room for daddy's tongue to lick her inner walls and up to her now swollen clitoris.

Moments later the car came to a stop and the bell pinged politely to let us know we had arrived. Katie put her shirt back on but before she could button it up daddy stopped her and told her to just tie it in a knot in front. 

She smiled and said, "Yes, Sir."

I straightened my hair and brushed the tiny spot of lint off daddy's pants before opening our door.

"Just a moment, dear," daddy said.

I looked back to him with a questioning look. He pointed to the sack and I grinned.

"Now, Sir?" I asked.

"Now," he said and took the sack and handed it to Katie.

"For me, daddy?" Katie asked.

"For both of you," he said smiling.

Katie looked at me and began pulling the paper out of the sack. When the paper was strewn around her she looked into the sack and saw the rosewood case inside. She gently reached in and pulled the box out and sat it in her lap. She looked so happy.

"May I open it now, Sir," she asked, politely.

"Yes, dear," he answered.

She gently undid the clasp and opened the lid to the case.

"Oh daddy!" she exclaimed. "They're beautiful," she said. Softly she ran her fingers along the edge of the highly polished silver submissive collar that bore her name engraved on each side with a large hoop attached to the front side hinge and a small padlock on the back. "For mommy and I?" she asked.

"Yes dear," daddy said. "Hand me yours first love," he said to Katie.

She gingerly reached in and pulled the heavy silver collar out of its recessed home in the box and reverently handed it to her father. He reached into a vest pocket and pulled out a small silver key that he used to unlock the padlock on the back of her collar.

"Kneel down in front of me," he said to Katie.

She quickly knelt on her widely spread knees, placed the backs of her hands on her thighs palms up and bowed her head before her father. She knew exactly what to do as she had seen her father collar me many times over the years.

He opened the collar and placed it around her neck and I pulled her hair out of the way so daddy could place the padlock back onto the collar. He paused before locking it and asked Katie, "Are you ready my love?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered.

He firmly closed the padlock with a solid click then lifted her face with a finger under her chin. He leaned in and kissed her firmly on the lips. I could see as he pushed his tongue between her lips and they kissed passionately for several minutes.

Next he looked at me and I immediately assumed the same posture as our daughter. He quickly placed the collar around my neck and kissed me just as passionately. When he sat back and looked at the two of us as we still knelt on the floor of the limo in front of him. He smiled hugely.

"Now, one more thing," he said and reached for the rosewood box. He lifted out the section of the box that held our collars and beneath it was coiled two long silver leashes. Daddy reached in and took the first one out and looked into our daughters eyes before clicking the leash to the ring on her collar. He gave it a quick jerk and she squeaked a bit with surprise then pressed her lips together tightly and lowered her eyes.

I smiled with pride then lowered my own head as daddy reached in and removed the other leash. I felt him give it its own little jerk after he snapped it into place on my collar.

"Perfect," he said and climbed out of the car ahead of us with the leashes in his hand. We quickly scrambled out behind him in order to not allow the leash to go tight between us and daddy.

As we stood behind daddy with our hands behind us, Katie looked at me and mimed the question, "Where are we?"

I looked at daddy's back and held one finger up to my lips to shush her. She had never been to our club before. She was, after all, just turning eighteen today. We followed daddy as he strode confidently ahead of us and up the stairs leading into the club. I heard the sound of a large group of people beyond the door and as we approached they fell silent. Daddy stood in front of the door and paused for a moment to look at each of us.

"Happy birthday baby," he said to Katie and opened the double doors wide and led us into the large room. The lights were out but we could see well enough to follow him into the room. We walked about fifteen paces and daddy stopped and turned to face us. 

All the lights came on and a crowd of at least sixty people all began singing Happy Birthday to Katie. All the women wore costumes and masks. There were ladies wearing latex nurses uniforms, others were in pirate wench costumes. I saw quite a variety of original and sexy costumes in the room. All the men wore black tuxedos with elegant eye masks covering their eyes. Katie was crying tears of joy at the show of love and affection shown to her by our friends. I was fairly certain she knew where we were now. The sexy attire of the ladies left no doubt as to the kinkiness of the guests.

When the song ended, one of the ladies dressed in a black latex skirt and corset came up to daddy and whispered into his ear. He smiled and nodded his head. I looked at her shoes, black Louboutin boots with bright red soles and instantly guessed who she was. Miss Pepper was famous for having the most luxuriant shoe collection of anyone I knew. She walked up to me and unhooked daddy's leash from my collar and placed her own leash onto the loop, turned sharply and strode away confident that I would instantly follow. I knew the rules very well about not letting a leash ever go taunt. A taunt leash meant instant punishment for a sub. Sometimes very harsh punishment. Miss Pepper was a beautiful Mistress and one of the strictest in the club.

"What are you supposed to be?" Miss Pepper asked me as we walked towards her table.

"A school marm, Miss," I answered meekly.

"What the hell is a marm?" she asked brusquely. 

"A school teacher, Miss," I replied.

"Why didn't you say that in the first place?" she asked. She didn't sound pleased with me and I shuddered as a cold chill ran up my spine.

"I'm sorry, Miss," I said.

When she had taken her seat she looked up to me and said, "Nadu."

I immediately fell to my knees beside her chair and spread my legs as wide as my dress would allow, placed my palms as I had in the car, palms up on my thighs and held my back straight and head bowed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please," daddy called out from the center of the room where he still held Katie by her leash. "As you know, today is a very special day for our family. Our little Katie has become a woman. To celebrate this occasion I am going to auction her to the highest bidder for an hour per winner. Each winner will get her for one hour and then she will go to the next highest winner until the night is over" he said. He stepped next to Katie and placed his hand under the front of her skirt and began to finger her pussy in front of the room bringing several whistles and cat calls from the audience. "As I'm sure you are all aware, my little angel here is no virgin. I assure you all that she has been very well trained. Trained to service men and women both perfectly I assure you," he said with a slight laugh. Others in the room joined him in polite laughter. Katie's face was bright red but she didn't move an inch, she just spread her legs slightly to provide her father easier access to her tight little pussy.

"Now, for the first hour, what are your bids?" he asked.

"One hundred dollars," cried a male voice from the crowd as he held up a small card with the number 37 written on its face. The voice sounded familiar but behind the mask I was unsure if my guess was accurate.

It was instantly followed by a second female voice who yelled, "Two hundred." She held up a 23.

The bidding went on for several minutes finally ending with the gentleman holding card 37 winning the first hour with a bid of $1275. It took almost ten minutes for the first round to complete.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be here all night, if you bid so competitively for my baby. Think carefully about your next bids and I will keep track of who bids what and she'll go with each of the next," he looked at his watch for a moment and continued, "next five highest bidders for an hour each. Does anyone have a problem with this idea?"

"Here here," someone said happily.

"Sounds great, let's get on with it," another female called out.

"Now, let's hear your bids for the rest of the night, and remember the highest bid gets hour two, the second highest bid gets hour three and so forth, are we ready? Good, who will give me $500 for the second hour," he asked.

A flurry of cards went up and the bidding quickly escalated. I had a mixture of surprise and pleasure when Miss Pepper held up her card the instant the second round began and she never let it down until the bidding had finally ended several minutes later. She had won the second hour. Three others would have Katie after Miss Pepper, two men and another woman who would get her last. The thought of the condition my baby would be in after five hours made my pussy suddenly spasm with excitement. I smiled thinking of the ride home the next morning when we would finally drag ourselves out of bed the next day. The bidding had totaled up to $6975. 

Miss Pepper ran her fingers through my hair and gently tugged on the side of my ear. I leaned into her hand and purred softly. She reached down and pulled one of her shoes off and raised her foot until it was in front my mouth. I opened my mouth and she pushed her toes between my lips. I lovingly sucked on each toe, giving each toe its own little blow job before moving on to its neighbor. When each toe had been thoroughly sucked I began kissing and licking the sole of her foot. I gently grazed my teeth against the side of her foot. She casually leaned down and with the slightest of smiles on her face she slapped me across the side of my face.

"If you put a run in my hose, I'll cane your ass, do you understand me pet?" she said calmly and quietly.

I blanched and said, "Yes, Miss."

"Good," she said and leaned back into her chair. She removed her other shoe and I repeated the process on her right foot. I could hear the sound of slow music being played by the DJ and took a peek to see who was dancing. Katie and daddy were arm in arm as they danced the first dance of the night. They had the dance floor to themselves. Daddy was kissing her deeply while kneading her bare ass cheeks. He had pulled her school skirt up around her waist.

As the first song came to an end, daddy kissed here one more time and unhooked his leash from her collar and left her standing alone in the center of the room. The lights dimmed until a single light shone above Katie's head spotlighting her. The man who won the first hour with my Katie walked up to her and said nothing. He untied her shirt and slid it off her shoulders to let it fall to the floor. He twirled his finger down in a circle and Katie turned around. He unzipped her skirt and it too fell to the floor. Katie now stood illuminated by the spotlight as she stood in the center of the dance floor naked except for her high heels, thigh high stockings and garter belt.

He said one word to her that I couldn't hear and she went to her knees in nadu. He said something else and she reached up unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside. A moment later her nervous fingers had pulled the cock free and it stood hard and tall sticking out of his pants. She put her hands back on her thighs awaiting further instructions.

"Open your mouth," he said and in that moment, I knew who the winner was. It was Daniel, our oldest son. He slipped his cock between her lips and began to fuck his sisters mouth in front of all our friends.

"That's Daniel, isn't it," Miss Pepper asked me.

"Yes, Miss, I think it is," I answered.

Miss Pepper giggled and tugged on my hair, pulling me away from the scene. She turned her chair to face the show and pulled my face between her legs. I smelled her wet pussy and before I could think about it, she pushed my face against her sex. I began to kiss and lick her, sucking on her lips and pushing my tongue inside her. I flicked my tongue against her clit and took it between my lips to suck on it gently, sliding it in and out between my lips giving it a tiny blow job. I wanted to use my hands but without permission, all I could do was fuck her with my tongue and lips, sucking and flicking and licking her until I could begin to feel her legs beginning to quiver as I brought her to an orgasm. I knew it was not all to my own credit. The show she was watching was surely adding to her excitement. I could hear the sound of applause and Miss Pepper was clapping along with the crowd. She pulled my face away from her now soaking pussy, my face coated with her juices. I looked and could see that my Katie's face was now covered with cum from her brothers cock. He was wiping the cum from her face and feeding it to her as she held her mouth open.

"Bravo, bravo," was heard from around the room along with the applause.

Daniel leaned down and kissed his sister on the lips, kissing her deeply for several seconds. He whispered into her ear and I could see her surprise. A moment later she stood up and with wobbly legs walked over to a table that had a small group around it and after very politely asking the guests to remove their drinks, she pulled the table to the center of the room. It was clear Daniel intended to fuck his sister right now, in front of us all. Another round of applause went up. The music resumed and several couples took to the floor as Katie lay back on the table and Daniel stood between her legs and began rubbing his cock against her pussy. It was surely soaking and aching to be filled by now. I could see him talking to her but with the music I had no idea what he was telling his little sister. He continued to rub his cock against her pussy for several seconds as he spoke with her then he laughed, slapped her tits and pulled on her collar pulling her up to a sitting position. He kissed her once again and then stood her up, turned her around and bent her over the table. With a single swipe up her wet pussy he pushed his hard cock into her ass.




Finally



(For S.W. -- Thank you so much for everything. I hope our dreams come true. I love you.)

She leaned back against the wall, her stance relaxed. Her nerves however were anything but relaxed. Her heart was pounding in her ears, drowning out the noise of the busy hotel. She kept her eyes trained on the door, waiting somewhat impatiently for him to step through it. Looking down at her watch, she took a deep calming breath. Shit, only two minutes had passed since the last time she had looked. 

She laid her head back on the wall and closed her eyes. With a little smile on her face, she thought about his teasing words the last time they had spoken. She had asked him how she could be completely sure that it was him that she was going to go up to and kiss. Over the static of the cell phone, she could hear the grin in his voice. “Baby, just look for the tall, dark, and handsome man with eyes only for you.” 

That had been about 2 hours ago. As she found herself faced with seeing him after all these years, the doubts that she thought would exist weren’t there. She just wanted to see the man whose loving words and sexy voice had wheedled their way into her heart. 

She actually felt his presence before she ever opened her eyes. They had always had that connection with one another but the sheer power of it almost took her breath away. She lifted her head and slowly opened her eyes. There he was. She had seen pictures of him of course but she knew that even without them she would have known who he was. Their eyes met and she gave him a timid smile. Willing herself to settle down some, she waited for him to cross the room to her. Without a word, he pulled her into a tight hug, laying his lips on her temple. She couldn’t believe that she was actually here with him finally and being in his arms showed her how impossible it was going to be to let him leave. 

Pushing those depressing thoughts from her mind, she held on to him like her life depended on it. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she blinked her eyes quickly in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. He pulled back and held her at arm’s length, studying her face. She felt a little self-conscious under his scrutiny so she started babbling nervously about her kids and the weather and God only knows what else. 

He hooked his arm around her shoulders and guided her toward his car in the parking lot. Smiling gently down at her, he let her ramble on, knowing full well that it was one of the only ways that she was going to calm down some. He opened the car door for her and inquired after her friends that they were supposed to be dining with. 

“They are going to meet us there. I wanted a little time alone with you before we got together with them.” she told him shyly.

Before she could step into the car, he leaned down and pressed his moist lips against her. She felt like her legs would buckle from beneath her at the first contact of lips. She had dreamed about and waited for this for so long it seemed. His fingers tangled in her long hair while his mouth slowly and gently explored hers. His kiss was very deliberate, almost as if he had planned each and every move. Everything about that first kiss was perfect and she found herself wishing that dinner was already over with.

At the restaurant later in the company of her friends, she was pleased with how easily and well the conversation around her flowed. It was as if they had all been this way forever. Although she tried to keep her head in the conversation, her mind kept drifting away to later on when they could be alone together. She sat watching him as he laughed and talked and charmed her friends. She felt the love swell up in her chest and threaten to smother her with its intensity. She wanted to be with this man for the rest of her life and she knew right then that she would do almost anything to have to it if she could. 

She was unaware of the knowing frowns being passed between her friends. She had eyes for only him and when they announced that they would be calling it an early night, she didn’t in the least bit feel disappointed. With kisses, hugs, and promised phone calls all around, they said a grateful goodbye and stood in silence, watching their tail lights as they disappeared in the distance. 

“So….what shall we do now?” he asked, turning towards her.

“You want to go for a little walk?” she suggested.

Grabbing her hand in his, they set off on a leisurely stroll through the town. He told her about his trip down there and she told him about how her vacation had been going so far. They were comfortable with each other again and she found herself amazed at the soothing influence he had always had on her. After awhile, the conversation died away and they walked beside the river in an easy silence. She stopped and stood watching the river that she had grown up loving. The sheer power behind the movement of the water still amazed her after all of these years. He stood behind her, his chin resting on her head, his arms around her. She leaned back into him, loving the feeling of his strong body behind her. To have him so near was intoxicating and she felt a little lightheaded. He held her that way for what seemed to be a long while, both of them listening to the water and to each other’s breathing. 

She pulled away and turned to face him. She stood up on the tips of her toes and placed her arms around his neck. She looked deep into his eyes, showing him all the emotions and feelings that were held there. He pulled her tighter against him and began to kiss her hungrily. She matched each thrust of his tongue with one of her own, causing him to groan against her mouth. She wanted him so badly. She could feel the flame of it engulfing her body from her hair to her toes. 

As she rubbed herself against him, she felt that his desire was as great as hers was. Knowing that fueled her passion even more. She ran her hands down his neck to his chest and explored it through his shirt. He trailed hot kisses from her mouth to her ear, where he began to nibble and suck at her lobe. She moaned, just the way he knew that she would, and threw her head to the side to give him access to her sensitive neck. He kissed her there, lightly running his tongue down and back up to her ear again. Her hands slid around to his back and down to cup his ass. He groaned and pulled away unexpectedly.

His voice was rough but his eyes twinkled when he told her “Pickle, I don’t think that we should keep this up here. I would much prefer somewhere comfortable for our first time together, wouldn’t you?” 

Her cheeks burned bright red as she realized that she had forgotten where they were. As they made a hasty retreat back to his car, he would stop every so often, pull her into a dark shadow, and invade her mouth with passion filled kisses. Her body responded to him more strongly than it had to anyone else before. She sighed a deep breath of relief when the car came into sight.

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He threw the key card down on the table beside the bed and pulled her to him, causing her to lose her balance. She fell against him and he enclosed her in a tight embrace. His mouth came down on hers forcefully. He worked her shirt up, slipping his hands underneath. She was startled by the feel of his hands on the bare skin of her back. 

They undressed each other quickly and tumbled onto the bed sideways together. Her soft lips caressed the skin on his neck. Taking his ear between her teeth, she bit down gently. Her hands teased his already hard nipples, rolling them gently between her fingers. She could feel the proof of his desire against her. When she reached down to hold his hard shaft in her hand, he jumped. She moved it up and down, slowly at first, then more quickly. His breathing became more and more labored, the faster her hand moved. Not wanting him to cum just yet, she pulled away and scooted to the top of the bed. Laying down on the pillows, she waited for him to join her. 

Stretching out beside her, he ran his fingertips up and down the length of her. She shivered under his touch and goose bumps broke out on her skin. His tongue followed a zigzag pattern down her neck until he got to the soft skin of her shoulder. He nibbled his way down her arm onto her chest. He kissed first one nipple, then the other. Her back arched off of the bed, offering her breasts to him. His hand came up and massaged one while his lips closed around the nipple of the other. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding his head to her. Her moaning became louder and more insistent as his hand moved down her body. He slipped one finger inside her, finding her already hot and more than a little moist. His finger moved in and out of her. She lifted her hips as his thumb grazed her throbbing clit. 

“Please!” she begged.

“Please what?” he asked, knowing full well what she wanted.

“I want to feel you inside me.” she panted, her breathing coming harder and harder as he rubbed her clit more vigorously.

“Now?” he asked, torturing her.

“Yes now!” she screamed, frustrated.

He got between her legs, grabbed her thighs and pulled her down to him. She held her breath in anticipation. As he drove himself into her, they both cried out with the pleasure of finally being together. He held himself still inside of her for a moment, each committing the feeling to memory. As he began to move, she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips a little. She took a breast in each hand, kneading them as he moved in and out of her. 

They rolled over, never parting, until she was sitting on top of him. She leaned over, her long hair falling all around him, and traced her tongue around his swollen lips. Kissing him deeply, she drew his tongue out to mingle with hers and when he slid it into her mouth, she started sucking on it gently.

Leaning back, she ground her hips down on him. As she began to rock them, moving them faster and faster, he reached up and flicked at her sensitive nipples. She moaned his name softly and quickened her pace even more. She reached back, gripped his thighs, and rode him with wild abandon. When she felt his thumb circling her clit, it threw her over the edge. She gripped his body with her thighs and flung her head back, screaming out his name in ecstasy. She distantly heard him calling out with her as wave after wave racked her body. 

Spent, she collapsed on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as it slowed down. His arms were wrapped around her back and she closed her eyes and again tried to commit every little detail to memory. Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked around them at his hotel room. Turning back to him, she grinned. 

“Nice room.”



Finally



That time of the evening came quicker than I thought it would. It always does. I mean, Beth and I had been friends for years--she was just about my best friend ever and knew me longer than anyone else. And every time she came to visit me, that "end of the night" sleeping arrangement lingered in the air.

Oh, I tried to play it off--each time. "I think I'll go to bed"... "You can stay here if you like"... "C'mon, get some sleep"... etc. While I never had any real designs on hooking up with her, I can't deny that the thought was ever present in my mind every time she snuggled up next to me. "This is just a friend thing", I'd think to myself, praying she wouldn't notice the massive hard-on I'd be sporting most of the night.

I mean, Beth is just... everything I want in a woman.

She's pretty, intelligent, shapely, blessed with some of the finest breasts God ever decided to put down on this earth, and a strange sexual personality. She's curious, open, and interested sexually in a wide variety of things (which appealed to me and my fairly hard to please demands), but at the same time she's a shy girl, inhibited. Like there's a painfully erotic and aroused woman that only comes out at the right time, with the right person. She's got it goin' on, that's for sure.

It was one of those moments you don't guess happens very often. Right up there with that sinking feeling in your stomach when you fall a long ways or a strange sound that comes out as a result of laughing too hard. It happens. It just doesn't happen too terribly often.

I was laying there, trying to look like I was sleeping, trying to sleep while I was looking, and looking at who was sleeping... she was curled around my right side, eyes shut, and breathing fairly sweetly and regular. Every nerve in my body was firing like the Fourth of July and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I mean, I had dreamed about moments like this all the time. Her, so innocently sleeping, and me just rolling into her, licking her lips and sliding hands to warm, wet places.

I must have layed there quietly for several minutes debating even the slightest movement--for fear of waking her and her sleepily rolling into a new position that didn't include my arm, shoulder, and right leg. I wanted to move closer, perhaps turn and put my other arm around her. I wanted to move closer and graze the harder and more erected parts of me against her in that suggestive way that has no subtlety to it whatsoever, but... no... that'd be presumptuous. She's not here to be hit on. Let the girl sleep.

But...

My right hand made a discovery. It sent back word from the New World to the King Overthinking and Queen Pulse that excited them both beyond belief. My hand, which had thought it had completed an expedition to her back, to rest there and hold her, had in fact discovered just the edge of a perfectly soft and pajama'ed breast. Large, firm, soft, entirely too erotic. The whole picture was torture as I froze for a moment trying to comprehend what was happening. I spent the next unmoving minutes in a personal tizzy... dichotomies coming and going, ethical structures being built and destroyed. Here was a girl, an attractive girl, one whom I had never seriously considered being intimate with on several levels, curled around me like lovers curl... on the other hand, she wasn't interested in me like that--or hadn't been in any serious way, she had a life outside of mine, she just wanted to nap with a friend, be held a little, be safe.

What to do?

The buzzing in my brain must have made a noise, because she moved a little in her sleep and curled up tighter to me... my hand started acting on its own accord with its new found range of motion and started stroking her side like someone lazily petting a calico cat in their lap. Oh, this is a bad idea--I kept thinking. She'll wake up and be a little embarrassed and think me a total pervert. Or worse... one of "those" guys. The kind that mac on sleeping chicks.

But, with her so close, I found it hard to dwell on those things... I could hear her soft breath, I was holding a beautiful woman in my arms and I didn't want to ruin it. I nestled in closer and that's when I heard it.

A little quicker. A little harder. She started breathing a little of both. Was she... asleep? Was this a game? The kind you play while sitting next to little Suzie Johnson in the third grade and inching your hand nearer and neaerer during the movie? I started stroking her a little more firmly, a littler more boldly... and her breath quickened a little more.

It was right then that everyone in the world, all two of us, knew we couldn't stop the inevitable. As I leaned over, and she leaned up, and my lips met hers. It was sweet. Simple. Romantic. It was a very big turning point for both of us. We held on to each other, kissed, and whispered words that still keep me too warm at night...

"I entirely want you..."

"I was thinking the same thing."

The next hours, and hours, until well past dawn, were a blur. But I remember sliding my hands down her body and finding her pussy shaved... her reaction to my touch both emphatic and subdued at the same time. She was so wet... so hot. It didn't take long before I pulled her pants down and locked her thighs still while I tasted that beautiful cunt that I had been thinking about for years.

It was everything I thought it'd be. Maybe ten seconds into licking her, she came for the first time. Her whole body shuddered and I heard a very audible "O-hhh-hhh... oh-hh-h God!!!" It was a sight, watching her writh against my tongue, her eyes clenched shut, her hands around the back of my head. It was the first of a dozen orgasms that night. I made my home right between her smooth legs and ate her pretty pussy for the next hour, almost, climax after climax ripped through her and every once in a while, she almost fought to pull my mouth away for just a moment's break. A break that never quite came.

By this time, I was turned on more than I had been in months. My cock was hard, swollen, and fiercely demanding attention. So, I slid up beween her legs, curled my arms around her, and kissed her as I worked myself into her. She was tight. So much tighter than I thought she'd be... it took some work, but after a moment or two, I slid smoothly into her wet pussy and began rocking back and forth to her moans. "Oh, god, yes, mmm.... yes... yes..."

The whole scene was hot. I was in love. And she was cumming over and over. We spent the rest of the night fucking and fondling each other, sweat pouring off our bodies, and the room filled with pleas like "fuck me, please, fuck me" and whispers of "I love you."



Finally



Juno was a young woman of 24 who worked in a customer-service center. She was a very pretty, petite girl with an old-fashioned hourglass figure. She had long brown hair to her lower back, beautifully shaped C cup breasts, and a small curvy waist. Her job was uninteresting, except for one thing- Lee, her co-worker. He'd started working in her office several months before, and they'd quickly become friends, even going out after work sometimes to have drinks. Although she found him very attractive, he was technically her subordinate, and younger, too. She felt that it would be unprofessional to approach him, although he'd often flirted with her in small ways that led her to wonder if he was interested in something more than an office friendship.

It was hardly possible not to think about Lee at work. He was 21 years old and about five foot ten. He had an extremely well-built body that was strong and well-muscled though lean. He had short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, with small lines at the corners. Juno thought this feature was particularly sexy, especially in a younger man, as he had a way of smirking sarcastically so that the lines at his eyes showed more clearly, and perfectly complimented his well-shaped lips as he smiled.

Lee's looks alone were enough to warrant frequent daydreams and pre-occupying fantasies, but his attitude made it even better. Juno loved men with a sense of humor, who would argue with her and could keep up with her quick wit. One of the things she loved about Lee was the fact that he never shied away from an opportunity to make some sort of comment or joke and even tease her about being so short. She could tell that even though he was picking on her, he liked the way she looked, and never meant any real insult with his kidding. 

On a Friday afternoon, when work was done and the week was over, they decided to go out to a local bar that they visited from time to time. Juno was looking forward to relaxing and having a drink, and getting the work-day off her mind. Spending time with Lee away from work was always ten times more pleasurable than during it. She knew that they could joke and talk more openly about things that were inappropriate in the work-place. In no time, they were having cocktails (The usual bloody mary for him, amaretto sour for her) and laughing together. 

It was like any other night after work, but slowly something began to become apparent to her. Maybe it was the way he stopped talking once or twice and seemed to get lost staring at her face for a few moments. Perhaps it was the way that he seemed to take more care to touch her when they were talking; a hand on the shoulder, a quick graze of his body against her when he walked by her to get another drink, and even once a brushing of her hair out of her eyes, his fingers barely skimming across the skin of her face. She became distracted from the conversation, wondering... wishing he'd touch her again. 

Over the course of the evening, they both ordered more drinks, and soon were a little more drunk than they usually allowed themselves to become. Juno was exited by the attention he was giving her, but still wondered if she wasn't only making it all up in her head. She decided not to do anything unless she got a more clear sign. Instead she tried to focus on the conversation and getting back to having a fun, relaxing evening.

As the evening wore on, the conversation became more animated, more heated. They began to tease one another as they frequently did, arguing and debating over trivial things. He said she never wanted to go out and have fun anymore- hadn't it been almost a month since the last time they had drinks?! She quickly shot back that she worked hard and didn't have time to always be goofing around with him- he was such a child sometimes! With that remark, she gave him a gentle shove with her fingertips against his chest. He stood up, and so did she. He took one step towards her, an almost menacing look on his face. "I couldn't have really made him angry," she thought to herself. But he stepped even closer, his body actually touching hers, a sly grin slowly creeping across his face. She was not ready to concede defeat in this argument, silly and pointless though it may be. She reached up to shove him away from her again, and this time he grabbed both of her wrists with his strong hands and held them there against his chest.

She wasn't sure what to make of this, and her first instinct was to indignantly struggle to free her hands. Although he stood steadfast and held onto her wrists, he didn't speak. Possibly he hadn't thought of what to do next, but the moment of indecision didn't last long. Juno was caught between being turned on and very annoyed at his nerve- grabbing her like that. She struggled against him, but was starting to become more intrigued by his behavior and less and less angered by it. 

As she jerked her arms again to try and loosen his grip, he pulled them away to her sides. Never letting go of her delicate wrists, he roughly pinned her hands against the wall behind her. He stepped forward again, this time pinning her entire body to the wall. Before she could react, he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, hungrily. She was overwhelmed with desire as he slid his tongue between her lips, still holding her forcefully against the wall- his captive for the moment. She had no urge left in her to get away or struggle. Although she knew that others in the bar were staring at them, she didn't care. She sucked on his sumptuous lips and delighted in the feel of his strong, masculine form pressed against her. She could feel him already growing hard through his jeans, rubbing against the front of her as they continued to kiss, deep and hard.

It was after a few all-too-short moments of this that he leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I can't stand being near you anymore, and not being able to touch you. I can't think of anything but you, I'm haunted by you all the time... I have never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you right now." 

She felt her heart beating a mile a minute as he confessed his desires to her. There was no more wondering, no more imagining, she knew there was no thinking about it now- there was only one thing to do. She looked straight into his eyes and said, "Get me out of here... now!" 

They quickly paid their tab and left the bar, climbing into his truck and heading to his place. On the way, it was all she could do not to cause him to run off the road. She kissed his neck as he drove. He reached over and fondled her breasts and her upper thighs. The fabric of the skirt she'd worn that day was very light and he easily brushed it up so that he could slide his hand up her leg and gently tease the sensitive skin of her upper thigh with his fingers. She felt goose bumps prickling up all over her at his touch. She could hardly stand the longing she felt for him as he struggled to keep his attention on the road with all the distraction.

It would be at least ten more minutes until they got to his apartment, and she felt herself becoming more aroused by the minute- she realized she wouldn't be able to make it there without at least a little fun before-hand. She reached over and began to unzip the front of his jeans. He startled at first, but she told him to relax and watch the road... she wanted to find out what she was in for. He smiled and slouched a little in the driver's seat as she undid his pants hurriedly.

As she reached in and put her hand around his cock, she could tell that he needed no coaxing. It as already hard and throbbing for her as she pulled it out towards her. He let out a deep moan as she slowly began to lick the head of his gorgeous cock in slow, deliberate circles. His breathing became faster as she started to trace the veins of his shaft, up and down with her tongue. Just as he was becoming accustomed to the sensation she took the entire length of his cock into her mouth, sucking on it hard as she stroked the underside of it with her tongue. "Oh, god, yes!" he moaned as she began to suck faster and harder with each stroke. 

"Fuck, baby... oh, yea!" He cried as she continued to pleasure him with her skilled mouth. Suddenly, the truck came to a stop and she realized that they were at his apartment.. the drive had flown by while she was so delightfully occupied with giving him these oral pleasures. They got out of the truck and fairly flew up the walk and into the front entrance of his apartment.

No sooner had they made it inside than they fell to kissing and groping each other wildly- they undressed one another quickly, not even making it to the bedroom before they were both naked, already sweating and flushed from their excitement. As they neared the bed, she heard him half-whisper, "finally..." as he began to kiss her breasts, sucking each nipple roughly and taking time to nibble and pull at them with his teeth. 

Juno loved the way he was man-handling her. She'd always dated men who were more reserved and gentle in bed. Lee was following his most primal impulses and she was positively undone by the way he seemed unable to keep from ravishing her. She felt him kneel to the floor, and he worked his way down from her breasts to her navel, kissing and nibbling, until he came to her smooth, shaved pussy. She could feel herself becoming wetter and wetter as he started to lick her clit, pressing it hard with his mouth, and even sucking on it- at first gently, and then harder and faster. She gasped as he used his mouth to stimulate her clit, and then reached up to caress her slit with his fingers. As he continued sucking and licking her, he slid in a finger, and then two, and began moving them in and out of her. She felt the start of an orgasm welling up deep inside her. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, spurring him to suck harder on her clit, still fucking her with his fingers. His cock was absolutely screaming to be in her, but he refused to stop until he'd made her cum for him first. 

She moaned, "oh, Lee.... yes, oh, god yes..." Her face flushed, her body burned as the orgasm hit her. She cried out and twined her fingers in his hair as the wave of sensation washed over her. He felt the muscles inside her pussy tighten and spasm against his fingers as she came. For a moment she could do nothing but stand, breathless and tingling as the last waves of her orgasmic explosion ran through her body. She felt as though her knees would buckle underneath her, and just as the thought occurred to her, Lee stood and wrapped his arms around her again.

He kissed her roughly and she could taste herself on his lips and on his tongue. She smiled as he kissed her, still replaying the amazing last few minutes in her mind. But he wouldn't let her be still for long. He started to kiss her neck, biting the delicate flesh and fondling her sumptuous breasts, one after the other, with his left hand. She purred with pleasure as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and sucked on her neck. The experience was almost painful, but in way that was inexplicably pleasing. She found that the pain actually heightened the sensation of pleasure she was feeling... Lee seemed to understand the effect it was having on her- he was spurred on by the heat of her body, the soft moans she gave, the way she was pressing her body against him as he kissed and nibbled her neck. 

He slid his left hand around her waist and pulled her close, his rigid cock pressed against her navel, as he slipped his other hand up the back of her neck, and grabbed the roots of her hair. He pulled her head back, and kissed her again as he pulled her even tighter against him. She was dying to have him inside of her- wanting to feel him fill every inch of her pussy. 

He seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. Without a word, he scooped her up and walked the last few feet to his waiting bed, and laid her down on her back, walking to the edge of the bed just in front of her. He let out a whispered moan as he leaned over her. He first rubbed his cock against her clit, slowly working up and down, then faster... The anticipation was unbearable, and Juno nearly whimpered at being teased that way. Then, suddenly, he forcefully slammed the entire length of it into her tight, hot pussy, impaling her and sending her into a frenzy of passion. 

His cock was impressively sized, and although she was already very wet from his attentions, it was still more than she was ready for. She gasped as he entered her so quickly, but she still yearned for more. He groaned as he pulled out, and then thrust into her again, just as hard as before. Lee was every bit as eager to have her as she was to be had... he thrust against her hips, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her. The pain and pleasure mixed in her, she felt herself lifting her hips to meet him, struggling to feel every bit of him inside. "Oh, yes, oh.... yea, fuck me hard!" He hardly needed the encouragement, but continued to pound her body mercilessly. She was nearing another climax as he very suddenly stopped and pulled all the way out of her. 

She let out a disappointed whine as she felt his cock slide out, but she wasn't to be disappointed for long. He stood, and motioned for her to stand in front of him. She did, and he quickly spun her around by the shoulders. Just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, he began to kiss her neck again. She was still reeling from the sensation of him in her, when he grabbed her hair and bent her over the bed. Before she could think, he slid his hands down her waist and took hold of her hips. 

As Juno leaned over, she could feel the tip of his cock rubbing the entrance to her pussy again. She was overwhelmed with the need to have him in her. "Oh, yes... pleeeeease. Please put it in! Fuck me!" He smiled as he pushed his cock into her again, this time from behind. Her posture, bent over the bed, caused her opening to feel even more tight and amazing than before. He couldn't hold back his groans of pleasure as he rammed his cock into her. If he'd had any restraint before, it was gone. She cried out as he continued to fuck her, pulling on her hips to bring her closer with each thrust, to drive deeper and deeper into her. 

He took one hand off her hips and reached around in front of her to play with her clit. He stroked it to the rhythm of his deep hard thrusts. Harder, harder he fucked her, and still he rubbed her throbbing clit with his fingers. She cried louder as she started to cum again.. "Oh, OOOOhhh I'm cumming! Uuuhh, I want you to come with me... cum inside me!" Her words were enough to push him over the edge, and as he slammed against her harder and faster, he could feel himself ready to explode. He groaned loudly as he began to cum, shooting his hot load into her, filling her, spilling out onto her legs. It seemed to last forever, as he continued pumping against her, feeling the last of his cum spurting into her pussy, feeling it spasm around his cock, squeezing the last drops from it as the orgasm faded away.

They collapsed on the bed, too exhausted to do anything for awhile but touch each other lightly and try to catch their breath. Juno had never felt so satisfied, so utterly spent. She knew that this would change everything. She didn't know if their friendship was ruined, or if they'd simply found a way to make it even better. Either way, she was too tired and contented to care right at the moment. As she drifted off to sleep she felt him put an arm around her and whisper something in her ear that sounded like, "Stay with me tonight," but before she could even begin to ponder it, she was fast asleep.



Finally



Finally!! I can't believe what a week it has been. The drive across town in the evening rush was tougher tonight than it had been in a while and it seemed to just add to my already bad mood. You would think that eventually they would have built and rebuilt the roads in this town enough times to actually not have construction going on for a at least a few days. Oh well, the important part is, I am finally here, late, but here. I only hope you will forgive my tardiness and not punish me too severely for it. The thought of your hand delivering a swift blow to my ass causes an almost instant flush to cross my face. Closing my eyes, I try to relive the feel of your hands on me, it has only been a month but it seems so much longer and still so recent. 

With a growing sense of urgency I tear my self from the pleasant memories and turn to exit the car. While I gather my gym bag from the back seat, I glance up at the window to your studio and see you looking down at me with a slight grin. You wave as I step out of the SUV and then disappear behind the closed blinds. Walking quickly towards the door to the studio I am both embarrassed and amazed that my pussy has already begun to flow freely. Wasn't just a short time ago that I could appreciate your services without becoming sexually aroused, at least outwardly. Times certainly have changed and I don't mind on single bit. The door is unlocked so I quietly enter the foray, relock the deadbolt and glance around. The lobby area is deserted which seems only natural this late on a Friday evening and chuckle softly to myself thinking about my students rushing at breakneck speed to get to the crowded and noisy dance clubs and bars after another difficult week at school. Maturity and age have certainly made such goals seem odd to me now.

Following the established procedures, I remove my shoes, make my way to the first floor bathroom and disrobe. Donning my robe, I place the clothes of my profession into the gym bag next to the items you had requested and then begin climbing the stairs. The soft sounds of music reach my ears at the same time as the aroma of incense and layers of stress begin to melt away. I have always found the combination of the two to be relaxing but there is something a little stronger about them in unity at this place that is almost scary in its impact upon me. I know, rationally, that your talented hands will effortlessly remove the knots and tension from my tired muscles and that as a result I will be able to move once again, but that is only a part of what you will give to me in this exchange. 

Upon reaching the landing I follow the prescribed routine, deposit my bag along the wall and tap lightly on the door to your studio. Then I wait, I know that you are on the other side of the door but I also recognize the very deliberate stretching out of my anticipation by your deliberate non-response to my knock. As the seconds lengthen into minutes I fight my impulse to knock again and instead begin sifting my weight back and forth on my feet. 

"Stand still!" 

The command echoes from behind me and I start. A thousand thoughts race thru my mind in an instant, I did not expect you to be behind me and now I am torn as to whether I should speak, turn around ... this is totally unexpected.

"You are late, but at least you remembered the proper procedure for arrival. Continue facing the door and do no move."

I feel your presence close to me and close my eyes, trying to discern exactly how close you have approached and precisely where you are. In the next instant, the question is answered as I feel the blindfold being fastened over my already closed eyes. Obviously, this evening's session is going to be different and that in and of itself excites me beyond measure. Once the blindfold is in place to your satisfaction, you gently trace the back of my head, down my neck and across my shoulders, effortlessly slipping the robe from my body.

Goosebumps jump to my skin as your hands so softly trace the outlines of my body. Just a feather graze which leaves a tingling trail in its wake as you take your time feeling and probing and caressing my exposed body. Not surprisingly, my body responds immediately and I quickly feel the developing moisture of my pussy lips and the stirrings of my desire. Suddenly, you remove your hands.

" Spread your legs apart to shoulder's width and lean forward against the door jam."

Not completely understanding what this is all about, I do as commanded and then await further instruction. 

The first sharp blow across my exposed ass nearly cause me to loose my footing and I bite down hard to stifle my shot of shock and pain. I have little time to dwell on this unexpected change in the situation as the first blow is quickly followed up with a seemingly endless string of spanks and slaps and then, the biting edge of a leather whip of some kind. 

By now I am a raging torrent of conflicting emotions, anger, fear, pain and arousal all battle to command my attention but none fully dominates. A big part of me wants to end this right now but a deeper part wants to continue. I expected to be punished for being late and wasting your time but this was not on my agenda for the day. At the same time, the fact that it was not on the schedule makes it that much more exciting.

As rapidly as it began, it ends and I am left panting and sobbing but still standing to my own amazement.

"You were a very bad girl to keep me waiting and that is but a taste of what is to come. For the moment however, I do think that a good rub down is in order. Felt like you had a bad week or perhaps a bad month. Either way, I am sure I can address those problems quite well. Take my hand and I will lead you in, no need to remove the blindfold."

You help me onto the waiting table and position me carefully to insure my comfort. As always, you hands work my flesh smoothly and ably as they work the massage oil into my tight and painful muscles. While my muscles relax, my passion starts to rebuild as I notice you are admiring your handy work on my backside as you add extra oil to ease some of the stinging. You too note the effect it has had on me as you deliberately run your hands along the insides of my thighs stopping just short of where I mostly desperately crave your fingers.

"You certainly have become the slut", you whisper from the end of the table. "It is a nice change."

The comment makes me smile. I would never have thought that being beaten would give me such a rush or that my body would betray my excitement so freely. As scary as it is for me to admit it to myself, I know that it is true and it thrills me even more. You assist me in rolling over onto my back then begin running your hands down my arms, working out all the knots and tenderness with the up most of care and then carefully place my arms along the sides of my body. I feel my heart rate begin to accelerate as I anticipate the feel of your touch on my needy breasts. Few people truly appreciate the true strain that breasts of my size can cause on a body, but you have always demonstrated an intuitive knack for rubbing just hard enough, just long enough to relax them totally.

I am completely taken by surprise therefore when instead of a gentle caress; my breasts begin to receive a series of sharp slaps. I try to cover them with my hands only to discover that in placing my arms at my side, you were in fact securing them to restraints and I can no more throw my arms up than roll over at this point. Suddenly, I am completely at your mercy. Tears start to flow from my eyes as I struggle to regain some sense of control.

"The more you resist, the longer and more profound your punishment, slut, ... but perhaps that is what you truly need at this point." The bite to your words strikes a nerve and I cease my movements. 

How did I ever get myself in this position I wonder as I anticipate your next move. Was that the door opening? Are you just going to leave me here, strapped to the table and unable to see what is going on? The questions start racing through my mind and the juices start flowing even more strongly.

Suddenly, I am snapped out of my ceaselessly wondering thoughts by the feel of hands on my body. Soft caresses and gentle pinches are lavished along the entire length of my body and I start to relax. It only slowly sinks in that these are not your hands. When I feel the draw of nails across my nipples, I realize there is now at least one other person, a woman, in the room with us and I briefly wonder who she is and how she got into the building. Such thoughts evaporate however as she starts to become more bold in her explorations. When your hands likewise begin to pinch, pull and twist on my exposed flesh I once more begin to squirm against my restraints. Such efforts are rewarded by sharp slaps from both of you and I struggle once more to regain my composure. 

Any thoughts of returning to control flee my mind when I feel not one put two sets of lips engulf my already hard nipples. Alternating between sucking and biting, the sensations are nearly overwhelming and I feel my clit react enthusiastically. Granted it had been a fantasy for a long time but this is more intense than I could ever have imagined. Try as I might, my hips begin to squirm with the pleasure I am experiencing.

The sharp slap across my inner thigh stuns me back into conscience and I stop moving, although my breathing is anything but normal.

"I told you not to move slut" you reproach me, "time to get serious I see"

With that I feel the two sets of hands take hold of each ankle, sliding each leg over to the far side of the table and fastening them securely to the corners. As if to emphasize my restraint, another strap is circled around each thigh and then fastened to the table. Now I am totally spread open and exposed. The vulnerability of the position further enhances my arousal and I can feel my juices flowing freely between my engorged labia and down my slit to my ass. 

That is when I hear the sound of a match being struck and smell the unmistakable smell of sulfur. My mind thinks only of candles being lit .. it is not until that first drop of molten wax hits my exposed and erect nipple that I process what is about to come. I hold my breath in anticipation of the next drop while I frantically try to guess where it will be directed. I am nothing more than an open canvas at this point with no means of directing which part of my body will feel the bite of the wax next. The more the uncertainty, the higher my arousal and soon I find myself on the edge of orgasm only to be plunged back from the precipice by a sting of pain. Soon my cries of pain and moans of pleasure become indistinguishable as you and your accomplish push me higher and higher without letting me crest the summit.

As if to reinforce your control of the situation, you alternately interject slaps and whips with wax and ice and the random total withdrawal of all sensations. It is during one of these periods of no contact that I hear a cell phone ring and you answer it in hushed tones but still loud enough for me to hear what you want me too.

"Yes she is thoroughly prepared" you say from the corner. "I do not foresee a problem with that, 10 minutes will be fine, I will unlock the door for you." With that you hang up the phone.

Time to show you what this new table is capable of" you whisper in my ear as you approach. I hear the sound of latches being released and suddenly feel the table turning up to a standing position. It dawns on me that this massage table is now more of a rack to which I am completely secured and totally exposed at the same time. 

This latest realization strikes me at about the same time I hear the door to the room opening once again. Not knowing whom you were speaking to on the phone, I being to panic. Why did you feel the need to say I was prepared? What are you planning? Self-consciously I begin to try to shift my position and struggle against my bonds. My efforts are quickly rewarded with a swift slap across my breasts. The sharp pain against my already engorged nipples quickly snaps me back to reality and causes my juices to once more flow freely. 

"Struggle not slut!! " you command. "For the more you resist, the stronger the punishment shall be."

Silently, I cease my movements and wait. After what seems like an eternity, but is in fact only a matter of moments, I begin to feel a number of hands caressing my exposed flesh. The concept of being taken by so many different people nearly sends me over the edge immediately and I feel my pussy juices flowing freely down the inside of my thighs. Not a word is spoken by these newest additions to our little room and I know they are there only through their touches. Being safely guarded by the blindfold, I find it much easier to relax and soon I am anticipating every touch, even every pinch, and nibble. In short order I am being held on the constant edge of orgasm and I start to plead to be allowed to cum.

"Oh you will cum, and cum and cum" you whisper in my ear. "But first, you still owe me for allowing you to be late this evening." With that, the table is suddenly returned to its horizontal position although my arms and legs remain firmly attached and spread.

Next, I feel warm flesh along the side of my face which is now hanging down slightly at the end of the table. Licking my lips in anticipation, I wait to feel your manhood against my mouth. When you have positioned yourself you press yourself against my waiting lips which yield willingly to you. My tongue dances across the head of your hard cock and then circles the outside and underside of it. Opening my mouth fully, I draw you in and begin to suck and tease. 

You had once given me direction on the proper technique for cock worship and I am eager to demonstrate my skills. So badly I want to reach out and grab you balls, massaging them roughly as I use my mouth to lather your hardening cock. Instead I am forced to utilize all the skill I have with my lips, tongue and teeth to excite you to your fullest erection. Swallowing you deep into my throat I tighten my muscles and am rewarded by your moan of pleasure. Suddenly my attention is directed to my own aching pussy as I feel a tongue run seductively down my lips and flick at my swollen clit.

Between feeling you in my mouth, and having someone else's mouth on my pussy, I am brought right to the edge of orgasm. Then, just as if it had been prearranged, you withdrawal from my mouth and the lips and tongue that were pleasing me likewise disengage. I am once more left perched on the edge without relief. By this point I am beginning to wonder if you will ever let me cum. But then perhaps, this is all part of my punishment and when it is finished, I have no doubt it will be mind-blowing orgasm. Until then however, I can do little but whimper in need. 

"Time to turn it up a notch" you announce. Almost immediately, I feel something being placed over my ears. I can still hear and you know it since you continue to address your comments to me. 

"Now, the other participants in your punishment cannot afford or you to know their identities, therefore I have taken the precaution of insuring you will not be able to hear them, even if they scream out while they are cumming within or on you." 

This comment absolutely terrifies me. Who are these people who would be concerned about such a thing? How many people are we walking about here? How long do you intend to keep me here after all?

With that, you start the headphones you had put in place and the rhythmic sounds of Madonna's Erotica album begins to fill my head, blocking out all other sounds quite effectively. Once it has been verified that I cannot hear, there commences a vertible barrage of hands, lips, cocks and other items into all of the openings on my body and I am soon swept away by the sensations. 

Finally, with a large vibrating butt plug in place and a large firm cock pounding into me I stumble over the edge and begin a series of powerful orgasms. When the tightening of my vaginal muscles make the first man cum powerfully, he withdrawals only to be immediately replaced by another which once more begins to pound into my now sensitive pussy. It is enough to send me over the top again and so it proceeds until finally, I can take no more and pass out. 

When I awaken, I feel your hands gently rubbing massage oil into my skin. I open my eyes to find the room exactly as it was the last time I was here. Lights turned down low, some fragrant incense burning in the corner and soft music playing on the stereo. To all appearances, you are finishing up my massage.

"Did you have a good nap?" you ask quietly.

"I guess so." I answer uncertainly, now wondering if everything had been a dream.

You just smile knowingly.

"Well, we are finished, hopefully it will not be another full month before you make it back up here for another session."

One thing is for sure, dream or no dream, I am certainly relaxed. It will definitely be sooner than a month when I return I think as I begin to get dressed.



Finally



We were having one of the worst thunderstorms we had had in a long time. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, I wasn't expecting anyone so I looked out the window before opening it. It was Dem, my boss for my 2nd job and friend. I could tell by the look on his face that something was wrong so I opened the door and hurried him in from the rain. 

He was soaking wet so I offered him a towel and we sat down on the couch, I asked him what he was doing out in the rain on a night like this. He told me that his wife had asked him to leave and it was finally over. The love had been long gone from their marriage and he had wanted out for a long time but would not ask for a divorce. But now it was over for real, I guess he was in disbelief. 

I first met Dem through work, I was a 911 dispatcher and he was a Detective with one of the local police departments. We got along from the moment we met, for a long time we only talked at work but then I started working with him on the side for his carpet cleaning business. After that, we became good friends, I knew that if I ever needed anything he would be there to help the best he could. Often we would just vent to each other about different things, me about work or whoever I was dating at the time and he about how the love was non-existent in his marriage. 

He had been married for almost 20 years to someone he considered a friend and business partner more than a lover. There was no intimacy at all between them. He wanted it but she wouldn't have anything to do with it. I felt bad for him, but at the same time admired him because he would not ask for a divorce from her. I'm sure part of it was because they had 2 teenage daughters together but he used to say that he made a commitment and he was going to see it through no matter what. And unlike most men who would end up in that situation, he would not cheat on her. He felt like that was the ultimate disrespect and wouldn't hear of it. I admired him greatly for that. After all I had been used to dating men who would lie cheat and steal just to get me in bed then toss me away like yesterdays trash. 

After a while I began to develop a little crush on him, but I wouldn't dare tell him, afraid that our friendship would be over after that. See, Dem was in his 40's and I was only in my 20's. He was 17 years my senior to be exact. He was decent looking too, tall with dark hair, not too skinny but not fat either, a nice size that could make you feel protected in his arms, and I was just your average jane with a little extra padding, nothing too special, reddish brown curly hair and blue eyes. But I didn't want to make him uncomfortable around me so I just fantasized about him and kept my feelings to myself. 

So there we were on the couch and he was telling me that it was really over this time, that she wanted a divorce. It was final. He had conflicting emotions about it, on one hand he wanted out but on the other it still meant that his marriage had failed and no one wants that. So I just sat there and let him talk, get it all off his chest. When he was done, I told him I didn't have much room but he was more than welcome to stay on my couch until he figured out what he was going to do. He said ok and thanked me. After that he went out to his car and got a bag of clothes he had packed before he left and asked if he could take a shower to freshen up from being out in the storm. I showed him the bathroom. 

When he came out, he was in some sweat shorts and a t-shirt, he looked better than he did when he knocked on my door. I was sitting on the couch watching tv and asked if he wanted to join me. He said yes. So there we were, sitting on the couch together watching tv. We were watching some scary movie when a loud crash of thunder boomed, it scared the crap out of me so I jumped and buried my face in his chest. He put his arm around me and laughed telling me it was just thunder, while my face turned beet red, I couldn't help by laugh with him. But neither of us moved. I stayed there in his arms for the remainder of the movie. My body was on fire knowing that I was that close to him, & that he was actually going to stay in my apartment that night. 

When the movie was over, I leaned forward and reached for the remote, when I leaned back his hand fell on my breast with his fingers brushing against my now erect nipple. He knew instantly what it was but dared not move his hand away. We watched tv for a few more minutes when his hand started to lightly caress my breast. All I could do was just close my eyes and enjoy the moment. It felt so good. I still had my head against his chest from the scary movie and when I opened my eyes, I could see a bulge beginning in his shorts. About that time I felt him nuzzle his nose in my hair planting a soft kiss on the top of my head. I turned and looked up at him and kissed him softly on his lips, I was terrified but alive at the same time and to my amazement, he kissed me back, our lips locked and then parted allowing our tongues to explore each other's mouths. I couldn't believe that my fantasy was coming true, finally! 

We shifted on the couch and continued to kiss, our hands exploring each other though our clothing. He pulled down my tank and gently started to suck on my nipple while his hand caressed the other one. I suggested we move into the bedroom, he agreed. I guided him into the bedroom and asked him if he was sure this was what he wanted to do, he said yes. With that I removed his t-shirt, then started to pull down his sweat shorts, he wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock stood there proud so as I lowered his shorts, I knelt down in front of him and took him into my mouth. I knew it had been a really long time for him and I wanted him to enjoy every second so I slowly massaged the tip of his cock with my tongue, then moved to the shaft planting small kisses all over it. His knees were becoming weak so he sat on the edge of the bed, he ran his fingers through my hair as I continued to suck and lick all over his cock until I knew he was ready to cum. It was the first time in a long time for him so there was alot, I didn't think I was going to be able to keep it all in my mouth, but I was and swallowed every drop. All he could say was "wow". 

With that I kissed him on the mouth and told him that he didn't have to do anything else if he didn't want to. He said he did and started to remove my clothing. He was still sitting on the bed and when all of my clothes were off he planted a soft kiss on my stomach then he pulled me down onto the bed. We laid there a while as he caressed my body, exploring every inch of it moving slowly down to my wetness. He slowly parted my lips and started to suck on my clit, I was on fire, a million thoughts were running though my head, I couldn't believe it was really happening. He inserted a few fingers into my hole and started to pump while he continued to lavish my clit sending me over the edge, I came harder than I had in a long time. After that I pulled him up to me and kissed him again, tasting myself on his lips. I started to thank him only to have him kiss me before I could finish my sentence.

The kiss was even more passionate than before and seemed like it continued on for an eternity, his hands began to caress my body again and I could feel his cock hardening again against my leg. When our kiss broke he just stared at me and rubbed my face with his hand, I nodded knowing giving him my silent approval, knowing exactly what he wanted. With that he moved his hand and guided his cock into my hole which was still wet with my cum, when he entered me he just paused taking in the moment, it was electrifying. We started to kiss again and he began to pump in and out of me slowly, deeply. It was awesome, I had never felt the way I was feeling in that moment. We continued to pick up speed until we were like a fine tuned machine meeting each other's thrusts match for match. It seemed to last forever and then we came together. 

After we were done we just laid there holding each other eventually falling asleep. When I awoke the next morning he was laying in bed watching me sleep. He smiled and I asked him what he was doing, he said thinking so I asked him what he was thinking about. He smiled again and told me that he was thinking about last night and hoped that I felt as wonderful as he did. I told him I did and he smiled saying " I cant believe that I am in bed with a beautiful young woman who wants to touch me, be touched by me and makes me feel like I did that night" . I told him I felt the same way and hoped that we could continue to make each other feel that way for a long time to come. 

That was 2 years ago, eventually he retired and we moved out to the country and bought a house on 100 acres of land, got a dog and now I am expecting our first child. We couldn't be happier. And the sex is just as unbelievable as that night in my apartment.



Finally



(For T with all my love, and then some.)

The turbulence felt by the plane's other passengers was nothing compared to the rolls and flips her stomach was doing as they approached the ground with the engines screaming. Her heart raced, threatening to burst through the shirt she had changed six times that morning. What does a girl wear on a day like this she had wondered earlier, standing and staring blankly into her closet. She finally decided, the clothing she had tried on first an hour earlier sliding back on.

Normally confident and level headed, she was a bundle of nerves as the plane touched down and the moment neared. The moment neither of them had ever dared would come, the moment the more than two thousand miles between them would disappear, and they could stand face to face. Days and weeks and months of talking, whispering, aching, falling for each other over the machines they cursed, yet relied on to keep them close, but never close enough. All of that leading to this fast approaching moment, when she would truly be able to reach out her hand and softly touch his face, instead of just typing it.

As the plane rolled towards the terminal, she stuffed the book that she hadn't been able to read and the headphones she didn't recall even listening to into her bag and sat anxiously waiting for the fasten seatbelt light to blink off. When it did, and the other passengers started crowding into the aisle, she remained seated, trying desperately to catch her breath and steady her nerves. She shook herself finally and stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder and making her way off the plane. Once in the breezeway, she stopped, checked her reflection in a tiny mirror she pulled from her purse, ran her fingers through her unruly red hair and applied fresh lip gloss. 

There was a crowd of people gathered to exit the gate, and she walked up slowly, knowing he was right there on the other side of the doors, waiting for her, likely just as anxious as she was. She stood there shifting from foot to foot, biting her lip, and then it was her turn. Through the door into the noise and lights of the airport she stepped, surrounded by a blur of unfamiliar faces, cringing slightly as she was jostled by strangers. Feeling disoriented by the large crowd, she turned in slow circles, scanning faces and trying to hang on to her bag. 

And then, when she was on the verge of a minor panic attack, thinking that somehow she had made a mistake, he wasn't here, a hand flattened itself gently on her lower back, and an all too familiar voice, one she had heard countless times over the phone and in her head, whispered at her. 

"Hey you," he whispered, his lips close to her ear.

She gasped, turned, and there he was, with his own smile hiding the nerves she knew were an echo of her own. The sight of him calmed her, yet sent sparks shooting through her body at the same time. Without hesitation, she smiled, slid her arms around his neck, stood on her tip toes, and kissed him softly on the lips without saying a word. 

The hand on her lower back pulled her tightly against him and his other hand slid up into the long strands of her hair, tugging at it. She groaned into his mouth as the kiss deepened, losing herself in him finally. He tasted her lip gloss, then found the tongue she so willingly slipped against his.

There had been a thousand, maybe tens of thousands, of moments over the past few months where she had paused whatever she was doing to think of him, knowing he would smile at whatever it was she was looking at, wishing she could share every tiny thing with him. Not having him next to her in those moments was a void she hadn't even known existed until he had come into her life, but she had felt it dramatically since, and on occasion it almost brought her to her knees. But now, he was there, touching her, holding her, his heart beating against hers, as hungry for her as she was for him.

Finally, reluctantly, they pulled away just slightly - enough for her to bury her face in his neck and breathe him in, and for him to bend down and kiss the top of her head. 

Overwhelmed, she just stayed there in his arms for a minute, then murmured, "I need to get my bag."

Unwilling to lose contact for even a second, they wandered over to the baggage carousel, his arm around her shoulder, hers around his waist, bodies pressed together. Watching the baggage go around, she spotted hers and leaned over to grab it. He stretched past her and picked it up, smiling at her.

"This is it?" he said with a raised eyebrow.

She nodded, "Yep, just one."

They both reached out their hands to grab the other, as if they had done it a million times before, and walked down the breezeway of the airport. He'd slide their joined hands up behind her back to guide her once in awhile as they walked, directing her through the crowd, out the doors, and across to the parking complex wordlessly, both of them rather at a loss for words. Past row after row of vehicles, then he set down her bag slowly, tugged the hand he held towards him, pulled her close, and stepped her carefully back against a car, his body pressed against hers. She was a bit startled, but relaxed in the embrace and leaned back as his knee wedged between her legs and he bent to kiss her. Her knees buckled as she felt, more than heard, the growl in his throat. The car and the knee between her legs supported her, her arms clung to him, and their lips crashed together. The worry that their chemistry wouldn't translate here in real life evaporated as she felt her lips swell, bruise, and throb against his. Suddenly aware of the knee grinding into her crotch, and just how aroused she was becoming, she tilted her head back and away, just to catch her breath. Then his teeth were on her exposed throat and she gasped, clutching her hand against the back of his head and holding his mouth against her neck.

"Oh goddddddd," she hissed, and squirmed beneath him, at once trying to get away from the intensity and pull him closer at the same time. Her arms fell to her sides and he lifted his mouth from her neck finally, noticing the angry red teeth marks he had left.

"Please tell me this is your car," she panted, then started to giggle, for lack of anything else to do with the liquid fire running through her body this very moment.

"Uh huh," he replied with a smirk, and set her down. After getting her bags into the car, they were on their way. She told him all about the crazy old lady next to her on the plane while he drove, her fingers tracing over his hand on the gearshift, up along his arm, touching his shoulder, brushing against the side of his face. Pausing, she blushed slightly and mumbled, "I'm sorry, I just can't stop touching, am I distracting you?"

He turned his head enough to catch her fingers in his mouth and bite down on them, then kiss them softly. 

"Yes, you are, but don't stop."

She smiled and just let her hand rest lightly on his thigh as she leaned back and closed her eyes for a minute, soaking up his presence next to her. This all had been so unexpected, but from the first time they had talked there had been a connection, an easiness between them. She had told him things about herself that no one, not even her best friends, knew. At the same time, there had been scorching chemistry - the minute she saw his name on the screen or heard his voice in her ear, she wanted him. So much that she often couldn't even find the words to express how she felt. "I want you," seemed so simple, but it was the truth more often than not, and it grew more intense every day.

Her eyes opened just as his hand covered hers, squeezing, lifting it to his lips and kissing her fingers again. Tugging, she pulled his hand to her own mouth and kissed his palm, then slid her tongue around in a circle over it, tasting his skin. She shifted her grip to his wrist and guided his index finger into her mouth, parting her lips to let it slide in, licking and sucking, her eyes on his, holding his gaze. He groaned and tore his eyes away finally to watch the road. Smiling against his hand, she released it and held it in her lap.

"Let's not crash the car before... ummm..." her voice trailed off.

"Ummmm?" he asked.

"Before we get there, that's it," she said quietly, her face flushing again.

"Uh huh," was his laughing reply.

A few more minutes of quiet, hands entwined, and they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. 

"We're here baby," he said and turned to look at her, face serious now.

"Mmhmm, we are, let's go," she replied, then flashed him a smile and opened her door, stepping out onto the warm concrete. He shook his head with a grin and stepped out after her.

After gathering their bags, they walked into the hotel lobby and up to the desk, his free hand on her lower back. As she registered, the hand slid down over her hip, then over her ass slowly, making her shiver and bite her lip as she tried to concentrate on the clerk. She scrawled out the last of the paperwork and led the way to the elevator, walking briskly, sure to wiggle her hips just a little more than necessary with him behind her. They waited quietly for the next elevator, then stepped in together as the doors slid shut silently, leaving them alone in the small space.

This time she was the aggressive one, dropping her bag with a thud and pushing him into the corner all in one motion, her hands roaming over his body, her mouth searching for and finding his, kissing him roughly. Standing on tip toe to reach him, thrusting her body against his determinedly, she growled into his mouth and squeezed a hand between them, scratching down his chest. He growled back at her, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer.

Suddenly the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. A rather startled elderly woman peered in at them over the top of her glasses. Laughing, they disentangled themselves and he murmured in her ear, "I think this is our floor".

The old lady smiled, waited for them to exit, then stepped onto the elevator and disappeared behind the doors.

They wandered down the hallway, looking for the right room, some part of their bodies always touching, stroking, caressing. She paused in front of the door, slipped the card key from her pocket and lifted it towards the lock, hand visibly shaking, the ache of desire low in her belly growing stronger. Then he was behind her, his hips pressed against her lower back, his arm reaching around in front of them, his hand covering hers, his mouth against her ear.

"Easy baby," he murmured quietly in her ear as the door finally opened.

Almost stumbling through the door, she went in first, tossed her bags in the corner and turned, her face flushed, eyes flashing at him. The door slammed shut with help from his foot and he grabbed her forcibly and pushed her up against the nearest wall. She gasped, her heart pounding, and flung her arms around his neck. Growling and biting her neck, his hands pulled at her shirt, popping buttons right off in his haste. Frantic, she tugged at his belt, fumbling, releasing the clasp and unbuttoning his jeans, both of them panting. The air conditioned room was cold on her skin as he yanked her bra down, revealing her breasts, and bent to suck a nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth over it. She groaned loudly and felt her body shudder at the feel of his wet mouth on her. 

"Oh god, hurry," she gasped and stepped back towards the bed, pulling him with her, kicking off her sandals, falling with him on top of the duvet, scrambling back as her hands touched him everywhere, pulling his shirt up over his head. He helped her and threw the shirt aside, not caring where it landed, then bent over her, meeting her gaze, pausing for just a moment, eyes dropping to her naked breasts, then lower. She reached a hand up to touch his face, scratched a nail down his throat, then lower, moving sideways to scrape over one of his nipples.

Groaning, his fingers slid into the waistband of her jeans and he tugged, growling, "Get these off baby, I need you right now." She had them slid off, along with her panties, just as he pulled his cock free and braced himself with one arm over her. She looked up at him, holding her breath, waiting, needing him just as badly as he needed her.

They had both imagined this first meeting, knowing it would be intense and frenzied, laughingly referring to it as 'all hell breaking loose', wondering how long they'd stay fully clothed. They had talked of the moment, groaned at the mere thought of it. She had often fallen asleep dreaming of him next to her, inside her. Now it was about to become real, finally, and she was delirious in her need for him.

Her legs parted, her knees lifted slightly, he guided the head of his swollen cock between her wet lips, and their gaze met as he paused for just a fraction of a second.

"Now baby... take me now... god... NOW," she pleaded, her voice rising, her eyes wide.

He groaned and thrust into her with one smooth motion. She cried out wordlessly as he filled her and she stretched around him, hot and tight. 

"Mine, mine!" he growled at her harshly and leaned down to claim her mouth as he claimed her body, pushing into her again and again, harder with each thrust. Her pelvis lifted to meet his, her legs wrapped around him and pulled him in closer, deeper. His hips slammed into her and she felt the insides of her thighs bruise as she arched her back and tilted her head back on the bed. 

At the sight of her exposed throat he lunged forward and sank his teeth into the delicate flesh. Yelping, she raked her nails over his back, almost drawing blood, marking him as hers. His teeth closed down tighter, and he drove her down into the bed. 

Then, both of them gasping, bodies slick with sweat, hers molded to his, she clutched at him with her hands and legs, squeezed tightly around his cock, and sobbed against his ear, "Yours, all yours."

His mouth lifted from her neck and he looked down at her, his hand sliding into the long red hair fanned out around her face. He tugged at the wavy red strands roughly, making her whimper, then pulled back until his cock almost slipped out of her. One hand wrapped in her hair, he plunged into her, eyes never leaving hers as he let out a ragged whisper, "I love you", and felt her shudder violently around him in response, her scream filling his ears as she came, fists clenched behind his back, her entire body tensing and shaking. His body jerked over hers as he exploded a fraction of a second later, unwilling and unable to hold back any longer.

Her voice was all he heard as he came deep inside her, cries of "I love you, I love you," drowning him as her body melted under him. He slowed finally and lowered himself on top of her carefully, covering her with his body, both of them trying to catch their breath. Her arms and legs relaxed and she turned onto her side, face buried in his neck, feeling his heart pound against hers rhythmically. 

"Oh my god," she breathed against him and felt the hot rush of tears spill out of her eyes. It was almost too much, and she trembled next to him. Every minute, every hour, of the past months she had spent wanting him, needing him more than she chose to admit, now to be here, she was overwhelmed.

He felt her shiver and the warm trickle of her tears on his skin, and pushed her back slightly until he could see her face. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed away her tears. Her lower lip quivered, but she stroked the back of his neck with her fingers and managed a small smile. Satisfied she was alright, he tucked her head under his chin, kissed the top of her head, and cuddled her gently.

After a few long moments, she pulled away slowly, reluctantly, groaning quietly as he slid out of her, sticky liquid trickling down the insides of her thighs. His groan echoed hers and his hands didn't leave her body as she slid over on the bed. She sat halfway up, looked over at him, and giggled. Her bra half on, half off, shirt torn, eyes red and face a mess, him naked from the waist up, his pants down around his ankles, they were almost ridiculous. The blankets were a tangled mess, and pillows and discarded clothes and shoes were scattered across the floor. They hadn't even managed to close the curtains, and the sun was setting brilliantly outside, glaring off every reflective surface in the room. He looked at her questioningly, then realized what she was giggling at and laughed himself.

"Come here baby," he murmured with a smile, and moved to slide her shirt off carefully, unhooked her bra, dropped them both over the edge of the bed, then kicked his pants off. 

Pulling her back down next to him, he slid his arm under her neck, kissed her softly, and stretched his other hand over one breast, caressing her with his palm. She turned her head and purred, flicking her tongue out to taste the salt on his skin.

At the same moment, as had happened a hundred times before, but never when they could feel the others breath brush over them, they both whispered "I love you" to the other, and she dozed in his arms, peaceful and content, finally. 



Finally



I have been happily married for over 10 years. My wife and I are sexually adventurous and open-minded. We have always openly shared fantasies. My wife always makes an effort to realize all of our fantasies. My wife, Anne, is a beautiful woman who takes very good care of herself. She is a natural blonde with natural 36 D tits and firm, muscular legs. Out in public with my wife loves to tease. She and I enjoy noticing most men and even some women checking out her nice figure. Most men would cum in their pants if they knew what a kinky, sexual women I am married to. She loves to dress provocatively and knows I am turned on by her antics. 

Over the years of marriage and lots of experimentation, we tried most couples' fantasies. We both love to be tied up, although, I am much more submissive than my wife. We both enjoy anal sex, and I have had my ass fucked by Anne numerous times with her strap on. Over the last few years we've become increasingly turned on by bisexuality. We are turned on by lesbian and gay sex. Although my wife is turned on big tits and feminine women, she is most turned on by gay sex. Her hottest fantasy is watching as a dominant, muscular man sexually dominates another man. She has orgasmed many times thinking about me sucking cock. She wants me to be sexually submissive to some stud. I must admit the idea turns me on as well. 

We both enjoy eating sperm. Anne loves to suck my cock until I erupt in her mouth and then she kisses me sharing my load with me. My wife gets hot when I eat my own cum. Her favorite ways of feeding me cum are after cumming in her shaved pussy, sitting on my face while I suck and lick her clean. She also loves having me cum in a glass and then watching me drink my own cum. 

All this has led Anne to taunting and teasing me about sucking another man's cock and then swallowing his load. I admit that when she talks to me, my cock gets hard and we have blistering sex. Anne has been trying to get me to suck a guys cock. She has proposed going to an adult theater with me and watching me suck cock in a gloryhole. She has begged me to find someone on-line and then set up a meeting to suck another man's hard cock. Although I am quite turned on by it, I am also too scared to actually follow up on sucking a real cock. I keep hoping that Anne will be satisfied with making me suck her strap on and eating my own cum. 

My wife has been teasing me in bed about wearing women's panties and sucking another man's cock. She calls me a "sissy slut" or "a cocksucker" as she teases my hard cock until I shoot a huge load of cum. She has purchased me 6 pairs of very feminine, sexy women's panties. All of them are string bikini types with lots of satin and lace. The panties barely contain my hard cock. I wear women's panties about 5 days a week.

This past week, I had traveled to Chicago for business. I was staying at a very nice downtown hotel for the week. When I was unpacking, I found a new pair of thong panties. On the panties were the words, "I love cock". My cock jumped in my khaki's. I also found a sexy picture of my wife in a tight pair of jeans, one of my dress shirts tied up around her waist and a very obvious large cock shaped bulge in the crotch of jeans. On the back of the photo were the words, "Think about a cock like this in your mouth!" and a bright red lipstick print. My cock began throbbing in my pants. 

My wife had made sure before I left for my trip that I did not take any male underwear. I knew that all week I would be wearing only sexy panties. 

The next couple of nights, my wife and I enjoyed phone sex. She made sure I was stroking my cock through a pair of panties and catching my load in a glass. She teased me hard with all kinds of stories about sucking cock. She asked me each night what I would do if a man approached me very directly and asked me to suck his cock. Thinking my wife was just sex talking, I would always answer that if he appeared to have a large cock, I would beg him to feed me his cock and cum. She loved to hear my responses and would make me tell her over and over again how I would kneel submissively and lick and suck his hard cock. On Thursday night, about 9 pm, I heard a knock at the door. At this point of the night, I was wearing the new panties my wife had sent me, with a robe over it. I was a little unsure who would be knocking at my door at 9 pm at night and I also knew Anne would be calling any minute. 

I went to the door and opened it. Standing there was a large muscular man with another man standing behind him. "Can I help you?" I asked. The muscular man stated rather loudly,

"Are you Michael?"

"Yes, how can I help you?" I answered

"You want to be a cocksucker?" he answered way too loud for my comfort.

"What!? Who the hel.!" I started.

"Your wife told me you wanted a mouthful of cock!" he interrupted.

"Wait, what, um, wait, come in." I said nervously, not wanting anyone else to hear this conversation.

Both men came into my room. The smaller man was carrying a couple of large cases. I quickly closed the door. "Who are you?" I demanded.

"My name is Jack and this is Steve. So do you want to suck my cock or not?"

"Where did you get that idea?" I responded defiantly. 

"Your wife, Anne, told me that if I came up here, you'd be my personal cock slave." He demanded.

"Well, I'm not so sure..." I stammer when Jack's face went from friendly to angry.

"Listen, faggot, I didn't come here to be denied!" Jack spits angrily. He grabs me around the throat and backs me up against the wall. I realize quickly that there is no way I could defend myself against these two studs. "You're going to be my cocksucker!" he states. At that point everything changes because we both realize my cock is hard. Jack grins wickedly as he looks into my face and grabs my hard cock. "She told me you're a little sissy slut! Steve this faggot is wearing panties and is rock hard! So, are you ready to suck cock, faggot?" 

My face is red with embarrassment, and I hang my head and answer, "Just tell me what to do." 

"O.K., Steve, get set up." Jack says as he smiles at me. He walks into the room and looks around. Steve begins opening up his cases and starts taking out video recording equipment. I realize that Steve is there to video tape my humiliation. I watch with dread as Steve sets up. 

"Yep, your wife paid to have your first cocksucking experience recorded so she could see it later." Jack grins menacingly. "Get me a drink slut!" he demands.

I mix a few drinks for Jack , Steve and myself. Within fifteen minutes of the knock on the door, Steve is finishing up his set up, Jack and I are drinking our drinks and my cock is still hard. 

"Take off your robe, sissy." Jack demands. I do as told. I am now standing in front of him in a thong with the words "I love cock" on them. My own cock is barely contained by them. "Wow, your wife was right, you are truly a sissy faggot." Steve is now recording with what looks like professional video equipment. Jack stands and strips down until his naked. He is completely hairless including his shaved cock. I find myself staring at his manhood. His cock is huge and it's not even hard. 

"You want it in your mouth, Michael?" he asks. I don't respond, but I lick my lips. I really want his cock. 

"I want you beg for it, cocksucker, I want your wife to hear you on film begging to suck cock!" Jack demands. As he says this, Jack puts his hand on my shoulder and with little effort pushes me to my knees in front of his huge cock. "Beg to suck my cock." He demands again.

"Please, Jack, I want your cock. I want to suck it! Make me your cock slut! I want to suck you off and have you feed me your cum! I beg as my cock jumps in lust again.

"Very good, Michael, I'm about to turn you into my personal cocksucking sissy slut!"

Jack grips the base of his cock and begins gently spanking my face with his still soft cock. As he does this, his cock begins filling with blood. He begins rubbing his cockhead against my lips. I moan. 

"Oh, you like that don't you slut, you like my cock against your lips, don't you?" 

Jack continues to rub is his massive cock against my cheeks and lips. I begin licking his cockhead and shaft without taking it in my mouth. Jack's cock quickly gets rock hard as my tongue dances all over his cockhead. "MMMMMMM... that's good, slut. Lick it!" Jack moans. I lick his cock and shaft another 5 minutes and then notice pre-cum begins to leak from his huge mushroom head. He smears it around my lips. "MMMMMMM..." I moan as I taste his salty-sweet pre-cum. 

"You like that, don't you cocksucker? Are you ready to suck it?" he asks.

"MMMMMHHH" I moan.

Then I look up into his eyes as he grips the base of his cock. I open wide and for the first time, another man slides his cockhead into my hot hungry mouth.

"MMMMMMMM..." I hear Jack moan as I begin to suck. I am kneeling in my hotel room in front of a muscular man who is standing above me and sucking his cock while wearing women's panties and being video taped. He holds my head and guides me as I suck my first real, hot, cum filled cock. 

The phone rings. This stops the action. Jack pulls his cock from my mouth. He sits at the headboard of my bed, against my pillows and points between his legs. I lie down on my belly between his muscular legs and hungrily start sucking his cock again. Jack's hand gently holds the back of my head. The phone is still ringing and Jack answers. This is what I hear.

"Hello"

"I'm sorry, Michael is a little busy right now."

"Yes, this is he, Hi, Anne."

"Yes, right now, yes, he's quite good...MMMMMMM..."

"Let me put it on speaker phone."

As I suck Jack's cock, I hear my wife's voice. 

"Oh, baby, I am so glad you're doing this. Do you like it?" 

I pull off Jack cock to say, "Yes!"

"I knew you would, Oh, Michael, I am so wet right now... I can hear your sucking right now! I can't wait to see the video." Anne moans over the phone. 

"Do it, baby, suck that cock – be a cocksucker for me, Michael, make Jack cum with your mouth, faggot. I want to hear Jack fill your mouth with his cum – I can't wait to hear as your mouth is filled with another man's cum!" 

The room seems loudly filled with sounds of sucking, slurping and soft male moaning. 

"Oh, that's it, faggot, suck me, you keep that up and I'm gonna cum!" Jack moans.

"Please, Jack, do it, cum in my husband's sucking mouth! Make him your slut! OOHHHH..." I hear as Anne orgasms over the speaker phone. I continue to suck, lick, and slurp on the throbbing stiff cock in my mouth. Jack continues to hold my head and pushes my hot mouth down on his stiff cock. Steve is right beside the bed obviously getting a close up of me sucking cock.

"Are you ready cocksucker – I'm about to cum in your mouth – do you want it?" Jack demands. I pull off his cock, "Yes, please, Jack, I want your cum – please cum in my mouth!" I beg.

"Ohhhhhh... baby, that's so hot! Make sure you swallow it all honey. Make sure you get a good taste of Jack's sperm. I want you to remember what his cum tastes like!" Anne says over the speaker phone.

I keep up my sucking, and licking and am quickly rewarded with another man cumming in my mouth. "Oh, shit, here it cums!" Jack moans. Jack shoots thick spurts of sperm into my sucking mouth. My mouth quickly fills with cum and I swallow, then swallow and swallow again, hungrily drinking Jack's surging cum load. As Jack finishes cumming, he pulls his oozing cock head from my sucking lips, and smears and oozes his slimy cum all over my lips and chin. Steve is right there to capture it on tape.

I lick his cum up from my lips and then suckle his cockhead, cleaning the remaining cum from it. 

"Wow, honey, you just sucked another guy off and swallowed his load. How did you like it?" Anne asked. I was still in a daze of lust and my own cock throbbed in my sissy panties. "It was great..." I say dreamily.

"How did he do, Jack?" Anne asked. "He's good, are you sure this is his first time – he gives great head." Jack responds. "Well he does like sucking my strap on, so he's had some practice and he loves eating his own cum!" Anne taunts. 

"Well, that explains, maybe, why he is such a good cocksucker, and he had no problem swallowing my load – I had saved it up for a week just like you asked." Jack responds.

"Thank you so much Jack, I can't wait to see the tape. Michael, honey, make sure you thank Jack for letting you suck his cock." She tells me over the phone. 

"Thank you Jack for letting me suck you off and letting me eat your yummy cum." I tell Jack. 

"My pleasure, cocksucker, and Anne if it's O.K. with you, I promised Steve a blow job if he videotaped Michael sucking me off. So I'm going to record your husband sucking off my friend too." Jack explains.

"Oh, please do, Jack, make my husband your cock slut tonight. I want him to be taught to be a complete cocksucker and slut. Another fantasy of ours is for him to get assfucked by another man too. So, if you guys are up for it, you can fuck his ass too. He'll love it. Michael, make sure you take good care of the guys. I look forward to hearing all about it when you get home." Anne organized and then hung up.

I looked over at Jack and then Steve. Both were smiling. Jack took the camera from Steve. Very quickly I was on my knees, with my own hard cock straining against my panties, my head back against the edge of the bed as Steve began face-fucking me. Jack videotaped as I was mouth-raped. After about 15 minutes of face fucking, Steve pulled out and shot a load all over my face. When I had finished cleaning up the cum with my tongue, Jack had me lay face up on the bed and begin stroking my cock through my panties. 

As I approached orgasm, Jack straddled my chest and pushed his semi-erect cock into my face. I began sucking him off again. Then Steve came over and pushed his cock into my face from the side of the bed. I took turns sucking first Jack's hard cock and then Steve's hard cock. After about 15 minutes of duel cocksucking, Jack got on all fours and began fucking my mouth. I felt Steve lift my legs and smear lube all over my asshole. Then I felt a hot, cockhead against my hole. Without much patience, Steve pushed his cock into my ass. Here I was in my hotel room getting a cock in my mouth and ass at the same time. My own cock remained hard as a rock. I was getting fucked savagely by these two studs and the room filled with sounds of male moaning. 

After about 20 minutes of getting doubled, Steve buried his cock in my ass and began pumping my ass full of hot sperm. This set me off and I began shooting cum without even being touched. My moaning as I came was rewarded by Jack my shooting his wad deep into my throat and then pulling out enough to fill my mouth with hot, sweet, gooey sperm. 

Both men got off me and continued videotaping as I lay on my hotel bed with cum all over my face, and my own cum all over my "I love cock" panties and belly. As I lay there recovering, Jack and Steve packed up. 

"Thanks for the fun, cocksucker!" Jack said and he led Steve out the door. As I lay there, I realized about an hour had passed, and I was in my hotel room quiet. The only evidence left that I had just had gay sex with two different men was the semen all over my face, the taste in my mouth and lastly the gaping asshole I was left with.

I couldn't wait to get home to Anne and talk about my gay experiences. I knew we would be having some great sex in the coming weeks as we discussed the details.



Finally



We had never met. But we probably knew one another better than most married couples did. 

It had started from a simple email. Slowly, gradually over a period of time we became better acquainted. Photo's followed, our chats back and forth becoming more and more intimate, personal.

There is something to be said about baring one's soul to a perfect stranger. The excitement, anticipation of sharing one's deepest darkest desires knowing that you are neither judged by them, nor criticized for being a normal human being with fantasies and desires we all have. Though most, unfortunately can't even express them openly to their own partners in life.

There was only one real problem. The distance between us was so great that it made the likelihood of ever meeting remote at best. But it didn't change much. Not really. If anything, the discussions became more daring, bolder. Soon we were sharing with one another the kinds of desires and thoughts that even a high-priced Call Girl would blush over discussing.

Time passed. And then came a chance, a real opportunity to actually meet! Her name was Christie, though she preferred going simply by Chris. An attractive woman who looked ten years younger than she actually was having recently just turned fifty. Her smile accentuating the mischievous look in her eyes that hinted at a smoldering sensuality beneath that surface of innocence. And a curvatious body to match that.

"We should be at the hotel around 6:30," Chris told me.

Chris was flying into town with her girlfriend Brenda. It had been the only way she'd been able to pull it off, as like me, Chris too was married. With Brenda being given an opportunity to enjoy a Time-Share stay for a week, she'd invited Chris to spend it with her, which had worked out perfectly for her being able to get away without there being any suspicions.

And just for the record, it wasn't like this planned assignation was a habit for either one of us. But as time passed, and as we'd grown more comfortable and confident with one another and what we'd shared, it soon became obvious to us that if we were to ever experience and enjoy some of the things we'd spoken of and shared with one another, it was now. The openness, the uninhibited way we could speak with one another, assured us both that this truly was a once in a life-time opportunity, that regardless of societal standards, moralistic attitudes, if there was ever that chance, that opportunity, neither one of us could afford to pass it up. Especially as we also both knew this chance might never come again, for either one of us.

"I'll be downstairs in the bar," I assured her. "After you've had a chance to settle in, look for me in one of the back corner booths. I've already made arrangements for some privacy so we can chat and get to know one another better."

Chris laughed. I loved the way she laughed. It was a wicked laugh filled with delightfully sinful promise. "Don't forget, Brenda will be with me. She wants to meet you as well, especially as she has a vested interest in this after going to all the trouble of booking her time-share this year where you live, just so we could finally meet."

"Oh, so basically you're telling me I need to behave myself then," I chuckled.

Chris laughed again. "No, but I might have to. Keep in mind, you probably know me even better than she does, which might surprise her in knowing that. I've told you things that I've never even told her! But don't worry. She said after she's had a chance to enjoy a glass of wine or two, she'll head off to the hot-tub for a nice relaxing soak, and give us a chance for some real one on one."

"One on one what?" I teased suggestively.

"Well hopefully, your one inside my one," she teased back.

"Only one?"

"We have four days," Chris reminded me. "Lets savor each and every one and not try to cram it all into one day," she said half seriously, though with an excitement to her voice that told me she'd been thinking along the same lines as I had. 

"Oh I'm planning on cramming it," I quipped. "Where ever, and whenever you want it!"

"God David, you're making me horny just thinking about it," she added. "If I wasn't sitting here at work, I'd be tempted to do something about it," she said slightly lowering her voice as though someone might actually overhear our conversation.

"You're horny! Fuck Chris, I'm sitting here sporting a massive hard-on just thinking about finally sucking those beautiful tits of yours!"

"Stop it David! I'm serious! I'm already wet enough as it is. You keep talking to me like this, and I really will have to excuse myself and head to the ladies room!"

"Where are you right now?" I asked.

"In the back office."

"Anyone near by?"

"Not at the moment. Gail's out on the floor, and Daniel's with a customer."

"What are you wearing?"

She laughed. "A black baby-doll nightgown with peek-a-boo nipple cut-outs,"

"I'm being serious, you wearing a dress?"

"Well, a skirt."

"Even better. I want you to slip a finger inside your pussy for me," I told her.

"I love it when you're naughty," she told me breathlessly. "But I can't, I'm wearing pantyhose."

"Rip them!"

"What?"

"Tear a hole in them if you have to, I'll buy you a new pair if that's what you're worried about."

"You're serious!"

"Very! Now hurry, rip them, stick a finger inside your pussy for me while you still can, before someone comes."

"You mean like you? Me?" she giggled.

"Oh fuck yes...I wish I could too," I admitted.

"And why can't you?" she challenged. "You're expecting me to finger myself for you, so in turn...I think you should be jacking yourself off for me!"

"Let me close and lock my door," I stated a brief second later. "Now, did you?"

"Yeah, I'll even send them to you if you'd like," she continued to tease.

"Your finger inside?"

"Two fingers. Fuck David I'm wet!"

I laughed. "Me too. Probably a good thing I'm doing this, or I'd have created a major wet-spot that might have been difficult trying to explain."

"Ditto," Chris moaned audibly into the phone. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Oh God, wait one," she near whispered. "See if you can hear this," she asked suddenly sounding as though she were speaking to me from the next room.

I strained my ear against the receiver to hear better, smiled. The sound of wetness though barely audible reached my ears as she obviously sat there plunging two of her fingers in and out of her pussy for me.

"Christie?" I heard an unfamiliar voice asking in the background. "You know if we have any more of those wonder bra's that just came in?"

"Ah yeah, why?" Chris asked sounding a little bit startled, even embarrassed.

"This lady wants one in Ice-blue, B-cup."

"I'll be with you in just a moment," I heard Chris say followed by a brief moment of silence. Then, "Shit, I've gotta run David. You bastard!" she added with obvious excitement in her voice.

"Bitch!" I replied jokingly.

"Prick!"

"Cunt!"

"Fucker!"

"Fuck you!"

"Oh yeah baby...and soon too I hope!" she added. "Seriously, I gotta go. See you soon!"

"Not soon enough!" I stated holding my very aroused prick in my hand, but she hadn't heard that as I'd already spoken to the sound of the dial tone.

#

"We're here, just got in," she announced. 

"I'm here too!" I informed her, feeling excited, nervous as well as aroused. "Already had one glass of wine in fact," I added. Once again she laughed. "Nervous are we?"

"A little. You?"

"Nah, I just feel like I constantly have to pee is all," which made me laugh.

"I know what you mean. Though you should try peeing with a hard-on," I told her. "Next to impossible."

"Hmm, add that to the 'things to do list', might be interesting trying to see you do that. Better still, I'll stand behind and hold it for you."

"Now I know I'd never be able to if you did that. I know you, you wouldn't just hold it still."

"That's true," she giggled. "God David, can't believe we're really here and that I will actually be seeing you soon!"

"Well get off the fucking phone then!" I glanced at my watch, it was nearing 7:30. "About what time?"

"We'll probably be down in about ten minutes, order us a glass of white Merlot."

"You got it," I stated, already motioning to the bar tender to step over to me. "See you soon then."

"Not soon enough," she breathed with an expectant sigh.

"Then like I said, get your ass off the phone and get down here so I can kiss you."

"Just like that? In front of Brenda?"

"Fuck Chris, I'll kiss her too if that's what it takes. Now hurry up and get your sweet little ass moving!"

She laughed. "Well, you can kiss her if you want, but no tongue! Save that for me!"

I was about to comment again when I heard the dial tone. "Ah, two white Merlot's please, and another Zinfandel for myself, thank you." Once again I glanced at my watch, "another five minutes or so," I thought nervously. The bar tender left the wines. I placed one across from me, and the other beside me. "Subtle enough hint?" I thought to myself again, reaching down into my pants as I did making a quick necessary adjustment. No point in standing up to greet and meet them for the first time with a raging hard-on poking out towards them. Though Chris might find it amusing, I still wasn't all that sure about her girl friend and what she thought about all this. I was about to glance at my watch once again when I caught movement up by the doorway. I smiled and stood, though not before quickly checking to see if things were still a bit 'too' obvious. They weren't, at least not real noticeably at the moment anyway. I knew it was Chris, especially when she finally looked in my direction, smiled, and grabbed her friend's arm all but yanking her off her feet as they quickly headed towards me.

"David?" she questioned though not in an uncertain way, grinning. "You look just like...well you!" she stammered somewhat flustered, embarrassed and momentarily at a loss for words.

"Really? I do? Actually, I think I've aged some in the past ten minutes," I told her. "Surprised you could even recognize me."

"Shut up and kiss me," she finally stated. So I did. I kissed her long, hard and deep. I enjoyed the press of her soft lips upon mine, enjoyed the feel of them as we momentarily took turns lightly sucking one another's.

"Ah, ok you two," Brenda finally spoke saying. "Either introduce me, or get a room."

"Oh, sorry," Chris laughed nervously as though just then realizing her semi-rudeness. "David? This is my dearest friend Brenda."

Brenda held out her hand in greeting towards me. I took it, but then drew her closer to me. "I promised, no tongue." Instead of simply shaking her hand, though I continued to hold it, I gave her an affectionate, though friendly kiss. "A friend of Chris's, especially a good friend who would do something like this for her is a good friend of mine too," I stated finally stepping away.

"Maybe we should all get a room!" she teased jokingly back at me, then cast a quick glance Chris's way. 

"Not until we've crossed several things off our 'things to do list' first", she informed her.

"Things to do list?"

"Never mind," Chris stated sliding into the seat next to me.

We spent the next few minutes in idle chitchat, though the sexual tension was so thick it was beginning to heat up the room. At least I was anyway.

As we spoke, I soon felt Chris's hand gingerly reach over into my lap. The press of her fingernail as it dug into my pants, tracing the outline of my already swollen member was exquisite, especially as we continued on with our conversation as though nothing at all was going on. The feel of her finger as it danced up and down the length of my shaft was tantalizingly sinful. Especially in knowing we'd just met one another for the first time less than ten minutes ago. Though again, after meeting her for real, and speaking to her as we'd been doing, I felt like we'd known one another for years.

"Another glass of wine?" I asked them, noticing that Brenda had already finished hers.

"Perhaps later," she informed us standing up. "I told Chris I wouldn't hang around too terribly long after meeting you. Give the two of you a chance to have some time alone and really get to know one another better. Do...whatever it is the two of you are going to do," she said with a wink. "I'm heading out to the pool and the tub, probably be there for shall we say an hour at least?"

"Can you make it two?" Chris asked none too innocently.

"Only if the two of you buy me a nice dinner later," she stated.

"Deal!" I said grinning. "Anything you'd like."

"Just remember, if I come back to the room and the two of you are still going at it, I might just join in myself!"

Chris laughed, and I laughed nervously as well, not at all sure if she was being serious or just joking about it. Brenda soon left however, leaving the answer to that statement unresolved.

"She really wouldn't would she?" I asked Chris after she'd gone.

"Hell if I know. Sometimes she's serious about things, sometimes she just likes to joke around. Hard to say when she is or really isn't being serious. Either way, we're on the clock!" Chris said finishing her wine, which I quickly did as well, leaving a nice sized tip on the table as we stood and headed out of the bar back into the lobby area towards the elevators.

We waited patiently for one to arrive, quickly stepping inside once the doors opened. As though we'd shared the same exact thought, the moment the doors fully closed, we turned towards one another, once again embracing, kissing passionately.

"If you don't hurry up and caress my breast, I'm gonna die!" Chris moaned into my ear. So I did. Cupping her left breast, I first palmed the tender tit-flesh, feeling it completely fill my hand. And even through the light material of her blouse, she felt warm as well as soft to the touch. Her nipple, her amazing magnificent nipple was already rock-hard, pressing against my palm like succulent spice-drop. I wanted to lean over and kiss it, suck it into my mouth, content to roll that firm little appendage between my fingers instead as we kissed once again. Though now, Chris's hand dropped towards my groin where once again she felt me, squeezed me, and ensured that I was just as aroused, as excited as she was.

The elevator stopped reaching her floor. It was all I could do to tear myself away from her.

"There are only four suites per floor, each one is huge!" she grinned, "And so are you," she added with a smile now gripping my swollen prick even through my jeans.

Chris handed me her key, "830", I said already spotting the door leading into their suite.

I put the key-card into the slot. Chris laid her hand on mine keeping me from swiping the card fully.

"Only one rule," she began.

"Rules? You?" I admonished her. She grinned.

"Exactly my point. I don't want there to be anything that you can't feel you can ask me to do with you, or for you. And visa versa. Time is too short and too precious to waste a single solitary moment. I don't want to go back thinking, or wishing I had done this, or tried that. It might be the only time in my entire lifetime that I'll ever have this opportunity again. So yes, the only rule...we be completely and totally uninhibited with one another. No matter what."

"No matter what?"

"No matter what!"

"So if I told you I wanted to eat your pussy right here, right now in the middle of the hallway, you'd be willing to do that?"

She grinned, and then laughed. "I'd spread em' faster than you could shake this stick at," she said reaching inside my now un-zippered fly, producing my straining cock which felt wonderful now held within the softness of her hand.

Believe me I was tempted. But I finished swiping the card, opening the door. Chris literally pulled me inside, still holding onto my cock. I kicked the door closed as I entered, where she immediately came into my arms kissing me once again.

"I need to taste you," she said already beginning to sink down onto her knees.

"Right here? Right now?" I asked teasingly. But her answer came in the form of her hot succulent lips wrapping themselves around my shaft. I felt the pull of her mouth as it gobbled up my prick, the flick of her tongue dancing on the super-sensitive crown of my penis. "Fuck baby!" was about all I could manage. "Fuck!"

She continued to lather my prick with her tongue, her expert lips already threatening to spill my cream. "Please, I've gotta see those tits...touch them play with them," I begged. Chris giggled around my cock, and with it still snuggly embedded deep within her mouth, she proceeded to undo the buttons of her blouse, soon shrugging out of it, followed by an almost magical release of her bra which soon fell down her arms as she flung it off to one side. Her wonderful breasts sat before me like a feast waiting to be consumed. I reached down, filling my hands with each, the heat of her tits warming the palm of my hands, though her nipples remained rock hard as though frozen by a cool autumn breeze.

"God, my turn!" I all but yelled, the pleasure too sweet to continue to endure without filling her mouth. Disappointedly, she allowed me to pull her up, my hands still massaging and kneading the flesh of her breasts. She undid her skirt allowing it to fall down around her feet where she kicked it, along with her shoes off and away to join the rapidly building pile of clothing we'd begun shedding.

I quickly removed my own clothing, discarding them just as hurriedly as had she until we both stood there completely naked. I spun her back towards the door, now falling onto my own knees before her, my hands reaching up to once again locate her full breasts, she spread herself for me, the nubbin of her clit sticking out like a tiny finger which I softly kissed, then licked as delicately as I could, even lighter than a tickling feather.

"Oh you fucking bastard!" she moaned delightedly.

"You beautiful fucking cunt!" I answered, my tongue still lapping tenderly at the lips of her pussy. "The couch!" I added moments later.

"What?"

I stood, leading her towards it. "Bend over," was all I said. She did so. She was sopping wet. The lips of her pussy glistened, winking at me with their slick moisture. I placed the head of my prick at her opening and slid into her fully in one quick powerful thrust. Chris let out a deep, low groan that filled the air. Then I withdrew, just as fully, just as completely.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked turning to look over her shoulder towards me. "Just wanted to give you a sneak preview of the 'cumming' attractions', I teased.

"Very funny, now fucking finish what you just started!" Chris warned. I leered at her.

"Which bedroom is yours?"

"Brenda's is on the left, ours is the one on the right," she told me. Automatically I had looked to the left.

"Ooops!" I laughed. "Looks like we still have company."

When I spotted her, Brenda had been standing just inside the bedroom doorway, which is why neither of us had seen her, nor caught any movement coming from that direction. With long blonde hair well past her shoulders, and legs to match that showed very well in the swimsuit she stood there wearing. But I noticed she had pulled the crotch off to one side with her fingers busily at play as she stood there masturbating. She'd immediately removed her hand of course, but not before I had clearly seen what she'd been doing.

"How long have you been standing there?" Chris asked, blushing and surprised.

"Ever since you came in!" she admitted. "You never gave me a chance to change clothes and head out to the pool!" she informed us. "And now, I'm kinda glad you didn't!"

Chris and I both laughed, feeling just a bit sheepish, as we had truly let all the stops out. But admittedly, for each of us, the sudden realization that we'd been watched added a wickedly erotic dimension to the sexual frenzy we'd been enjoying together.




Finally



"I hope you know that we get a fresh two hours Brenda!" Chris exclaimed.

"Oh great! Now I'll be horny and hungry by the time the two of you are all done here!" she announced finally heading towards the door.

"You can order steak AND lobster," I assured her. Brenda grinned at me, stepping behind giving my ass an affectionate slap.

"I'm planning on it," she added with a wink. "Ok you two, enjoy yourselves. Hopefully, I'll find a nice pulsating water jet to satisfy my other hungry need," she quipped as she gave us one last look, laughing, then heading out the door.

"I guess we really did put on quite the show didn't we?" I asked.

"Apparently," Chris agreed. "I've never seen her quite that flushed before, though if it had been me standing there, I'm not sure I'd have been quite so willing to leave!" she giggled.

"And especially if she didn't have a chance to cum yet."

Chris laughed out loud. "Oh, trust me, I'm sure she did...several times. And speaking of cumming," Chris smiled wickedly taking my hand. "I think it's time we did as well."

#

Chris headed for the bedroom leading me by the cock, as she'd grown rather fond of holding it.

"This time David, I want your cream!" she informed me.

"And I want to taste your pussy again," I said in agreement. 

Chris turned giving me an affectionate embrace though she continued to hold my stiff prick within her hand as though if she were to let it go, I might disappear.

"And remember," she whispered into my ear. "No holding back, promise?"

"Only if you do," I whispered back kissing her neck, nipping at it.

"God I love this prick!" she said a bit louder as she stood stroking and fondling it.

I slipped my hand down between her legs, felt as she parted herself for me allowing access as my finger dipped just inside the folds of her slippery honey pot.

"And I love this fucking pussy!"

A long time ago, Chris and I had learned and established that 'sex-talk' as we both referred to it, was not only fun and exciting, but seemed to enhance our arousal the dirtier and filthier it got. Besides that, it was liberating. A sense of vulnerability, freedom to bare one's soul and desires like that to another. It was in knowing we could not only do, but we could say and think aloud whatever came to mind without offense or judgment.

"I want to feel your fuck-juice all over my body," she barely breathed through a rapidly escalating sense of arousal. "All over my tits, my face, my cunt, my ass..."

I tenderly pinched her clit between my fingers. "Oh fuck!"

"You like that?" I said biting her neck.

"Yes!" she moaned pleasurably.

I rolled it with my thumb, tapping it. "What do you want me to do to it?" I asked, "Tell me!"

"Rub it!"

"Rub what?"

"Rub my clit, rub my fucking hard clit!" she all but demanded.

I rubbed it. "Now what?" I grinned into the flesh of her neck, my free hand now locating her fat hard nipple which I also pinched, near painfully so.

"Yes! Yes! Pinch my nipple! Pinch it! Slap my cunt!"

I stood there, her nipple firmly squeezed between my fingers, my hand now playfully slapping the folds of her pussy in a rapid palm-happy tease that soon had her knees buckling.

"Close?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Fuck yes...oh fuck yes!" she moaned rapidly approaching release. I stopped.

"Fucker!" she wailed. "You fucking bastard!" she added hotly.

"Come suck me. Come suck the cum from my dick while I suck the juice from your cunt!"

She didn't need to be asked twice. Still leading me by the cock which was now leaking like a sieve, Chris collapsed upon the bed pulling me down, flipping herself over like a wrestler about to pin their opponent. As she did, she lowered her wet succulent pussy down over my face where I lay staring up at it in wonder. Her slit was glistening with her wanton lust and desire, just as my cock was continuing to dribble pre-cum in a pre-ecstasy drool of penultimate desire.

I felt her lips wrap themselves around the head of my cock. Felt her teeth as she gingerly nipped at the spongy, velvety crown allowing them to drag across the surface. Simultaneously, I explored the glistening groove of her slit with my tongue, exposing the hard smooth surface of her clit which I licked, kissed, then sucked softly, yet deeply inside my mouth. I heard as well as felt Chris groan as she sucked my shaft far more deeply inside her mouth. The feel of her tongue caressing the length of it just as I then allowed my own tongue to slither down her pussy lips drawing them inside my mouth to gently chew them, rolling them about before relocating her clit to once again suck and lick it.

I felt her hand begin to gently caress my smoothly shaven balls, her mouth still devouring my shaft with slow, sweet up and down motions as she began coaxing me towards the inevitable jettison of my spunk inside her waiting mouth.

"Give it to me!" she urged, "Squirt it David! I want to taste you! I want to drink you!"

It was then that she eased one finger inside my ass, probing me, the caress of her fingertip upon my prostrate triggering the explosion that ripped through me from the tips of my toes like a tidal wave of pure unadulterated pleasure, consuming every fiber of my being as it traveled up the length of my shaft where I began to jettison in hard felt spurts the prize that she had so long sought to capture.

"Oh fuck Chris! Chris!" I screamed literally into her pussy, burying my face inside her, the intoxicating aroma of her female juices merely intensifying the near-overwhelming explosion of my balls that continued to pump out a torrent of ejaculate that Chris hungrily devoured, sucking it in, swallowing in part out of pure necessity. "Don't...swallow...it...all!" I barely managed to say.

When she had finally drawn every last drop of my spending that was humanly possible from my prick, I gathered my wits about me, my head as yet still spinning. "Kiss me Chris, come and kiss me!"

She turned, spinning around on me, reluctantly releasing her cunt so she could do so. Her lips came to mine, parting them as I felt a portion of what she had saved of my opulent pearly joy-juice flow back into my mouth. I accepted it from her hungrily like a young bird being fed by its mother. Our tongues danced, the funky taste of my spunk coating the taste buds of my tongue as I explored her mouth seeking out every last trace of my rich creamy sperm that I found there. Satisfied I had taken all that I could, I rolled Chris over, all but diving between her out-stretched legs, spreading them, my fingers already grasping the swollen lips of her cunt pulling them even more obscenely a part than they already were.

I began to spit what my mouth contained of my spunk back into and upon her pussy. Pulling the folds of her lips a part with my fingers, exposing that cute sensitive nub of her clit, allowing my seedless cream to bathe it before stabbing at it with the tip of my tongue, using my own fuck-juice to caress her pleasure center until she began writhing uncontrollably beneath me.

"Oh fuck David, fuck that feels so fucking good!" she moaned deeply.

I settled myself in then more comfortably, my hands now moving up to recapture the fat flesh of her breasts, her tits so soft, so smooth, yet her rock-hard nipples so urgently in need beckoning to the welcome of my fingers as I began rolling them about, toying with them.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned once again. "Eat me baby! Fucking eat me! Eat my cunt baby, lick my pussy! Suck my fucking clit baby! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"

I teased her unmercifully. With the gentlest flutter of tongue to clit, I alternated my strokes, rapidity, and the delicate way that I consumed her nubbin of pleasure. She squirmed beneath me, her hips gently rolling side to side, her mound periodically reaching up towards me as she arched her back. I sucked her clit between my lips, holding it there, chewing it gently as I reached down with one hand, my finger now sliding inside the well lubricated passage of her fuck-tunnel.

"Oh my God!" she screamed with a near ear-splitting cry of pleasure just as I slid a second finger into the tight hot passage of her ass, effectively scissoring the two passages as I probed her simultaneously, finger-fucking both, my tongue once again lapping at the surface of her clit in perfect coordinated harmony with the gentle probing of my fingers inside those wet slippery tunnels.

"Oh God faster! Faster now!" she pleaded with me.

I continued to skim the surface of her nipple with three fingers, not quite slapping it, but passing atop the super-sensitive tip of her nipple as I simultaneously increased the piston-like strokes of my fingers inside her pussy and ass. So slippery was she from the combined lubrication of my cum and her own female nectar, that her cunt began to produce the most deliciously obscene sounds I had ever heard. Squishy, frothy as her cunt sucked at my fingers, as I continued to fuck back and forth inside her pussy, my semen coated fingers caressing the lining of her split, her own juice now running in rivulets down her legs wetting the sheets.

"Oh God David! David! You're going to make me cum!" she cried out in sweet joyous bliss.

I felt the tightness of her ass suddenly clench about my finger holding it as though in a vise. Likewise, the simultaneous constriction of her pussy as it began to spasm, clenching and unclenching my finger as though it were her hand or mouth upon my cock. If my finger could cum, it would have so exquisite the sensation of her quim so wonderfully sucking the length of my finger pressed fully and so deeply inside her.

I had as well now held her extended nipple between my fingers, pulling it upwards, twisting it and lifting it up and away from her breast as though suspended in time. I'd drawn her precious clit within my mouth, sucking it upwards, holding it there, yet continuing to roll it ever so slightly as her bubble wavered, teetered on the edge of insanity before bursting in an unexpected array of deep-gutted laughter as she came, cumming hard, long, slow, and drawn out far beyond her wildest expectation.

We lay there together for a considerable length of time, unmoving, unable to speak, still floating somewhere far above in a new universe we had just created.

"Hmmm, finally..."

"Finally what?" I asked.

"Finally...I got to see what you taste like," she purred.

"Hmmm, me too," I laughed.

#

I don't remember moving, but somehow we must have. I stirred from my self-induced coma to find that I lay beside Chris, spooning her from behind. I grinned inwardly feeling the response and awakening of my prick as it rested comfortably against the softness of her ass. Remembering.

"Hmm," I moaned softly as though speaking for my cock, which is what I'm sure it would have been saying had it been able to speak for itself. "Hmmm," I said again as the fullness of my erection pressed against her flesh, seeking the warmth and comfort of that still slippery wet place.

Still somewhere within her own dream-like state, she stirred barely, just enough to open like a flower blooming in springtime. I felt the press of her lips engulf the head of my dick, kissing it. I pushed, inching slowly, ever so slowly inside that satin glove. Chris moaned, awakening to the gentle entry of my shaft penetrating her femininity.

"Ohhh!"

"Hmmm," I countered happily. "You're still so fucking wet!" I added huskily.

"And you're still fucking hard," she giggled pleasurably.

Without another word, we rolled simultaneously as though reading one another's minds. With an even greater sense of mobility and freedom, I remained mounted behind her, my cock perfectly nestled deep within the confines of her cunt. I didn't fuck her, I merely flexed the muscles of my shaft letting it throb and bounce inside her.

"Feel that?"

"Oh yes! Fuck yes! Keep doing it!"

I happily obliged her. The simple movement of my prick as it expanded, relaxed, throbbed and wiggled inside her was the most delicious torturous tease for us both. 

"Oh shit... look Chris!" I said excitedly. She first looked back over her shoulder towards me, wondering what I was talking about. So I pointed. "No, over there!"

She followed my direction, smiling as she found herself, us...staring back from a nearby floor length mirror. The image of us, me behind her, my cock still wiggling inside her pussy, the fall of her magnificent breasts dangling so suggestively as she knelt before me on all fours.

"Pull it out, I want to see you. I want to see your cock fucking me."

I slowly withdrew, inch by inch until the tip of my prick 'popped' with an audible sucking sound as Chris's pussy reluctantly released it.

"Slide it against my ass," she instructed.

We both watched in the reflection of the mirror as I moved up allowing my cock to slither like a searching snake between the cheeks of her ass.

"Now, slap my ass with it," she stated, still watching in the mirror just as I was.

I slapped her twin cheeks with my prick, hard, delighting in the semi-stinging sensation of it. Squeezing my prick, I produced a thick streamy ribbon of lubricant that oozed from the tiny eye-slit of my cock to pour like syrup upon the goose-pimpled flesh of her ass.

"Smear it," she said simply.

I was grinning. With cock in hand, I rested it even more firmly against Chris's bottom, enjoyed the feel of it as it slid silkenly back and forth against her. I grinned even more, looking almost stupidly at myself in the mirror as I continued to enjoy the sensation of her ass-flesh caressing my prick, the skin of which pulled and pressed up and down, back and forth, side to side as I continued to play, teasing myself as well as her.

"Now, slide it back in. Slowly! So I can watch how it feels as it goes back in!"

I stuck the head of my prick near her opening, now watching her face in the mirror, to see if her expression changed as the fat of my prick began to enter her once again. Feeling as it did, knowing what it felt like to me, wondering in an abstract sort of way how good it might feel to her. Her smile told me, her eyes nearly glossing over with anticipation and lust as I continued to fill her ever-growing even wetter cunt.

"Now David now! Fuck me hard...fast and deep!"

I plunged inside her with the first of many powerful thrusts. Watching the image of her as she was, my cock spearing her wet juicy fuck-hole. The sound of her sopping cunt once again spewing forth that frothy, juicing sounding bit of erotic music, the slap of my balls against her ass adding the percussion section to the symphony of sensual rhythmic cunt-fucking, cock slipping orgasmic harmony.

And like the delighted naughty kid that I was, I reveled in the beauty of her dangling tits as they rocked back and forth, swaying to the beat of cock to cunt, prick to pussy as we converged towards ecstasy. Leaning more fully onto her elbow for support, Chris then grasped one of her heavy breasts, fingering the nipple, watching me as I watched her doing so.

"Yes!" I cried out joyously. "Oh yes Chris, play with your tits for me!" I begged her, lunging inside her cunt, feeling the incredible sensation of my shaft being coated with an overabundance of her hot female nectar.

"I want you to cum on me, all over me!" Chris said gazing deep into my eyes. "I want to feel your hot sticky semen squirting all over my face, my tits, my pussy!"

God...just hearing her say that almost triggered my release. I wanted to watch my prick spurting upon her, everywhere, seeing it from a perspective I had never known before as I continued to imagine the fantasy of it while looking into the mirror.

"Just tell me when, " she asked moaning audibly. 

I couldn't answer, I was hanging on by a thread trying with every ounce of my willpower to keep from too soon doing just that.

"Come on baby! Come on now...give it to me. Squirt your nasty fuck juice all over me, squirt it on my tits baby...my face...my..."

"Oh God Chris! Here it cums!" I warned just seconds away now. 

Faster than I could imagine, she spun about on the bed un-cunting me. Her hand now replacing the sweetness of her pussy, jerking my shaft expectantly, rapidly.

"Watch it in the mirror baby. Watch it while you shoot your cum all over me!" she reminded, forcing me to open my eyes that had begun to glue themselves shut. I felt the first powerful jettison of my climax leap from the tip of my prick, cascading high into the air, surprising us both. I watched the trailer of jisim fall like a thrown rope to cover the right side of her face splashing wickedly, becoming a cum-carpeting upon and within her hair.

"Yes! More!" she screamed out excitedly, holding my prick motionless for a moment as though timing in her own minds eye the next explosive squirting. It came a millisecond later, this one more like a perfectly aimed arrow as the streamer of cream flew from my prick-tip to disappear perfectly into Chris's open waiting mouth.

"Oh yeah baby...yeah. More! More! Cum for me baby...fucking cum for me!"

She now re-directed my pulsating throbbing prick towards her tits. I continued to look in the mirror, watching in a surrealistic sort of way as the white sticky fluid continued to pump out from my prick, watching as it now fell upon her breasts, enveloping her nipples, seeing them turn just as creamy white as the tip of her tongue now was, as she extended it outwards, traces of my semen so erotically clinging to the tip of it. Chris leaned to lick my shaft, sucking my balls, her hand magically once again pumping me as I felt yet another tracer of fluid expel in explosive mind-blowing ecstasy.

I watched as this one arched over her shoulder, falling somewhere onto her back.

"Your pussy! Your pussy!" I cried out in worried alarm, wondering if there would be enough on the next one, and though the orgasm not as yet finished, knowing that in moments now, it would be.

Still holding my prick, Chris rolled backwards bringing me with her. Lifting her legs, spreading them, the tip of my cock once again expanding as another near final splurge of juice splashed against her swollen puffy lips. Prick still firmly grasped within her soft hands, I felt her 'twiddle' it against the surface of her clit, sliding it up the groove of her fur-lined split. No longer rocketing cream now, my prick merely throbbed out the last vestiges of my spending. But it was timed perfectly as those dribbulets of spunk coated her nether lips as well as that hard glistening little clitoris.

I could tell by the expression on her face that she was only moments away from climax. Her eyes rolling back into her head, an almost painful grimace as her hand now used my cock to masturbate her pussy with, slapping it rapidly against her lips, back and forth, knowing full well the intensity that she was bringing to the pleasure of her hard heated nubbin.

"Cum Chris! That's it! Cum for me baby! Let it go baby, let your pussy go!

Her ear-splitting scream of pure bliss alerted me that she had.

#

Chris was still in the shower as I re-emerged back into the bedroom towel-drying my hair. It was the sweet pungent smell of smoke that assailed my nostrils as I looked up. Brenda was sitting in one of the over-sized armchairs only then slowly blowing out a long drawn-in puff of smoke. She was naked, but had wrapped herself in a large over-sized towel after having obviously finished taking a shower herself. 

"Thought I'd give the two of you a little more time," she said grinning. I glanced at my watch, it had been nearly three hours.

"Sorry about that," I said blushing slightly, only then realizing that I was nude, standing before her as I was.

She glanced up and away from my now softened prick, but the look in her eyes was appreciative none-the-less. Which is when Chris walked into the bedroom just as naked as I was.




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"Hey kiddo, sorry about the time," she acknowledged without even batting an eyelash that her girlfriend was sitting there. "God, give me a drag on that would you?"

Brenda leaned forward handing the smoke towards me. As she did, the fullness of her own breasts threatened to reveal themselves.

"Go ahead," she told me once again taking a quick glance down towards my semi-awakened penis.

"Excuse me?" I asked tearing my eyes away from her boobs. For a second, I wasn't sure what she'd just given me permission for.

"Take a drag, you look like you could use one as well," she said grinning with a knowing look on her face.

"Oh, yeah...thanks!" I did so, quickly handing it to Chris who'd come over to stand beside me.

"Hungry?" she asked Brenda. "I'm famished!" she said giggling.

Seeing her standing there beside me, even though we'd barely finished wearing one another out less than a short time ago, including yet another sensational suck and fuck in the shower, I felt my prick stiffening at the mere sight of Chris's magnificent breasts. I glanced over towards the towel I had tossed onto the bed wondering if I should retrieve it before things got even more obvious than they were beginning to.

"Hungry and horny!" Brenda replied. "I didn't have enough privacy to enjoy any of the jets in the hot-tub, and had to settle for a quickie cum in the shower, which was far less than satisfactory, especially hearing the two of you giggling and carrying on in here!" She laughed however, letting me know she wasn't really all that upset about it. "You owe me BIG time Chris!" she added seriously. "BIG time! And as for you David," she stated turning towards me. "You owe me a really, really, nice dinner!"

To my surprise, and delight, Chris reached over giving my cock an affectionate pull, even with Brenda still sitting there in the chair watching her.

"Listen you two, if you're going to start things up again, I have news for you, I won't be going anywhere, not unless we're headed off to eat. Otherwise..." Brenda stood removing her towel, proving to me as she did, that she was indeed naked beneath it. Chris bellowed out a raunchy laugh.

"We better get dressed David. Otherwise, I think Brenda just might have you and me both for dinner!"

I saw what could only be a surprised expression on Brenda's face upon hearing Chris say that. And even more interesting, she even appeared to blush as she quickly rewrapped herself in the towel. I headed towards the closet, watching as Brenda took Chris's arm momentarily escorting her over towards the door. I couldn't hear whatever was said, but I heard Chris's sultry laugh.

"You never know!" Chris spoke quietly, but I'd managed to over hear her anyway.

We'd had a delightful dinner, plenty of wine and delicious food. Even more importantly, it was nice simply to relax and get to know the two women considerably better. Seeing Chris in such a relaxed carefree environment as we were in, was refreshing. She was obviously enjoying herself, and even Brenda had commented several times that she hadn't seen Chris so enthusiastically animated in a long, long time. Not to mention the periodic questioning looks she shot her on occasion whenever Chris eluded to anything of a sexual nature. And there had been plenty of that kind of flirtatious teasing going on all through dinner as well.

We returned to the condo a short time later where I opened a nice bottle of wine I'd brought along just for this occasion. Both Brenda as well as Chris headed off to their bedrooms to change "into something more comfortable" as Chris had seductively indicated. Minutes later she re-emerged wearing a rather revealing, yet comfortable looking satin pajama's set that was a slinky dark blue, nearly black that shimmered in the glow of the fire that I'd turned on as our only real source of lighting at this point. Additionally, I'd put on some music, something soft, romantic and easy to listen to as we sat sipping our wine.

A few minutes after that, Brenda rejoined us and I smiled as she entered wearing a form fitting Japanese Kimono. The gap in front was loose, allowing a tantalizing peek at her beautiful breasts, which I'd seen all too briefly earlier.

"I feel a bit over dressed," I commented. And I was.

"There's one of the hotel robes hanging on the back of the bathroom door you could wear," Brenda suggested.

"Or...you could just strip down to your cute little briefs if you'd like," Chris stated suggestively. 

"I think I'll start out with the robe first," I replied. Seeing the two women as they were had already caused my prick to begin stiffening. And I thought that merely wearing my bikini briefs would quickly become far too uncomfortable to bear.

By the time I had changed and returned, the girls were sitting on the couch sipping their wine. At that moment a particular song that I really enjoyed listening to began. I walked over towards the couch holding out my hand.

"Care to dance?" I asked. Chris smiled, almost blushing, but accepted my hand as I led her over towards the informal dining room where there was plenty of room to move around in. I gathered her into my arms, my hand gently caressing the small of her back, the other lightly caressing and playing with her ass.

"Hmm," purred into my neck. "That feels good!" Chris pressed herself against me, the obvious erection I had somewhat concealed beneath the robe now discovered as she giggled, pressing herself even more fully against me, grinding her thigh against it as we continued to slow dance across the floor.

"Like I said before, maybe you two should get a room!" Brenda teased watching us. And I couldn't help but watch her as she crossed one leg beneath herself on the couch, her hand disappearing beneath the hem of her kimono, her breasts once again threatening to spill out of the ever-widening opening of her silk robe.

I soon placed my hand upon Chris's left breast. The feel of it beneath the thin satin material of her pajama top felt sensual, erotic. Especially as her nipples hardened, pressing against the soft, slick material. I felt her fumble with the sash on my bathrobe finally loosening it, her hand quickly locating my stiff throbbing erection. Likewise, I now slid my own hand beneath the hem of her pajama bottoms, not at all surprised to find nothing but bare warm skin, her pussy already moist, waiting for me to enter her. We continued to dance, though now my fingers dancing inside her wet split, just as Chris's hand danced up and down the length of my shaft.

I glanced quickly over towards Brenda. And though she wasn't being as obvious about it as we were, it was evident that she was toying with herself, one hand now inside the opening of her kimono as she caressed, massaging her breast, the other, still down between her legs, though the subtle movement of her sleeve giving away the activity she was allowing herself to enjoy.

"God David, you're making me fucking horny again!" Chris quipped with huskiness in her voice.

"You're not the only one," I moaned pleasurably against her neck as her hand began pumping my cock unabashedly. "And your girlfriend seems to be getting that way as well!" I whispered, turning her purposely in that direction so she could see what she was doing for herself.

"Would the two of you prefer to be alone?" Brenda questioned as we both stood there looking towards her.

Chris surprised me however by releasing me, stepping away before turning and heading over towards the couch.

"Like I said earlier David, I don't want to go away from this weekend regretting I didn't do something, or experience something I've always wanted to." Chris moved towards Brenda who sat looking at her with a semi-confused, surprised expression on her face. "I've always wanted to lick another woman's pussy, and to be perfectly honest Brenda, I can't think of any other woman's pussy I'd enjoy eating for the first time, than yours!"

Hearing her actually admit that, but say it so uninhibitedly to her friend, taking the risk of being turned down, vulnerable, yet open in her request. I felt my cock suddenly lurch with the unexpected excitement of the possibility.

"You...you sure Chris?" Brenda asked already placing the leg she'd been half sitting on back onto the floor, her legs partially spreading in open invitation.

"More than I ever have been Brenda," Chris assured her as she knelt on the floor before her, her hands gently undoing the sash holding her already well open robe completely.

I wanted to watch, participate in some way if I dare, but not knowing Brenda nearly as well as Chris, unsure of what to do, or even if I should do anything other than simply stand there watching the two of them.

"Play with her tits baby while I lick this sweet pussy of hers," Chris stated as though reading my mind. "She'll like that...trust me!"

I quickly stepped behind the couch, reaching down to cup Brenda's twin orbs, enjoying the difference, but still wishing I had at least one breast from each woman within my hands to even better enjoy the subtle differences and pleasure from caressing the two of them simultaneously. The sight of Chris parting Brenda's pussy lips with her fingers, then gingerly running the tip of her tongue up Brenda's slit, chased all thought away of my own selfish desires. Right now, more than anything, all I wanted to do was see Chris going down on her friend while I merely stood there, hoping to enhance Brenda's pleasure by the simple, playful caress of her breasts.

There was no awkwardness, a bit of nervous excitement perhaps yes as Chris continued to lick another woman's pussy for the first time. In seconds, she was devouring her friend, licking, nipping, and sucking her just as she so enjoyed being done to herself. The sounds of Brenda's obvious pleasure, the way her head rolled from side to side, her ass slightly rotating with the movements of Chris's tongue-fucking, clit licking pleasures, soon had me drooling precum in anxious desire for doing that myself.

"Can we move this into the bedroom?" I suggested hopefully. "I'd love to be doing to her pussy, what she's doing to yours," I added, hoping I hadn't spoiled or ruined their intimate moment together.

"Sounds like a good idea!" Brenda replied. "But only if Chris allows me to return the favor," she amended.

Chris giggled, already standing unbuttoning her pajama top as she did. "Well? What are the two of you waiting for?" she asked. "We've got a long, interesting night ahead of us. And I suggest we get started!"

Brenda and I turned grinning at one another, then back towards Chris as she finished stepping out of her pajama bottoms to stand there naked before us. Likewise, I allowed the robe to fall completely away, my prick now rock-hard and angry looking with lustful need and desire. Brenda quickly discarded her own robe, taking Chris's hand, leading her towards the bedroom, but not before Chris managed to reach out, once again taking hold of her favorite 'pull-toy' dragging me along behind her.

"You two go right a head," I suggested. "I'd like to watch for a few if you don't mind being on exhibit!"

They didn't, and I was happy for that. Brenda lay back on the oversized bed as Chris knelt above her in an all too familiar '69' position, though it had been a hell of a long time since I'd last seen two women together like this. I found I couldn't merely observe however, the temptation simply too great as the two of them began to explore one another with tongues, fingers and lips. I stood along side, watching, finally reaching down to toy with one of Chris's full breasts, the tantalizing nipple responding to my fingers, her audible moan of enjoyment as both Brenda and I increased her ever-growing arousal. Tentatively, I once again reached down to gingerly caress one of Brenda's tits, her equally responsive sigh telling me to continue, which I did, smiling as I now held a differing breast in each hand, feeling like a young kid in a candy store with a bag full of money.

I could have watched them forever! The way they moved together, caressing, exploring one another so intimately for the first time was beyond description. And it was obvious that they were each enjoying the erotic teasing they were bringing to one another, close friends, even closer now in their intimate acceptance.

"Oh God! Yes! Yes! Brenda...yes!" Chris cried out in that now all too familiar way. Running my hands up and down her body, caressing her ass, her neck, her back as Brenda's talented tongue brought her ever closer to the edge of orgasmic bliss.

"Cum baby, cum!" I urged her. "Enjoy it honey, enjoy the way Brenda's eating your cunt, feel what her tongues doing to your clit, feels good doesn't it?" I asked unnecessarily.

I'd hoped my verbal intrusion didn't seem out of place, for I knew that Chris enjoyed our dirty, naughty "sex-talk" as we called it. Then smiled wide as Brenda joined in with me, taking a moment from pleasuring her friend's pussy to add to what I'd already begun.

"Oh Christie!" Brenda began, using the more formal version of her friends name to accentuate the importance of her own personal emotions. "I love the way your pussy tastes!" she told her. "Like candy, like sweet succulent candy!" she added before lapping at the nubbin of her clit once again that she had now exposed almost completely holding the folds of Chris's pussy lips a part with her fingers.

I watched as she leaned back in to suck it, twirling the tip with her tongue as Chris responded, momentarily forgetting all about Brenda's own needful pussy as her orgasm drew nearer and nearer. Unable to help myself, I placed the tip of my finger on Brenda's exposed split, waiting for some sign that I might perhaps be unwelcome there, or overstepping my bounds. Brenda's moan told me otherwise however as I carefully slipped my finger deeper inside her, my thumb now pressed against her clitoris, teasing it as she moaned her approval into Chris's now quivering quim.

"Oh yeah, cum baby... cum for me!" I stated once again, knowing by her expression and panting that Chris was close, damn fucking close, already teetering on the edge. Whatever it was that Brenda did at that moment pushed her over. Chris cried out in glorious rapture, her head shaking back and forth in wild abandonment as Brenda brought her off, her own pussy now clenching about my finger as I continued to finger-fuck her pussy, rubbing her clitoris gently, then giving into my own adventurous risk, replacing my thumb with my tongue.

Still convulsing in pussy clenching bliss, Chris finally rolled over collapsing by her friend's side, out of breath and still deliriously shivering with aftershocks of pleasure.

Chris had done all the work. It took but a few more seconds of tickling Brenda's clit with my tongue before she too was climaxing with an audible moan of pleasured release.

I watched the two women snuggle together, hugging, kissing, even laughing as they rejoiced together in their newfound intimacy. I lit up a cigarette, taking a mind clearing drag on it before passing it over to Chris.

As she exhaled looking towards me, she winked, smiling at my still stiff member that I no longer felt self-conscious about standing there with in front of her friend.

"Well now, looks like we'll need to be taking care of that, and soon too!" she stated.

I merely smiled, not knowing how to respond to that.

"Oh come on David," she urged. "Now's not the time to play shy remember? It's a chance for all of us to explore our most erotic desires and fantasies. So tell us David...what would you like us to do?"

I cast a quick look in Brenda's direction who by now had propped her head up resting it on her hand, the other she had down between her legs still cupping her mound, enjoying the sensation of her still quivering femininity. She was smiling.

I took a deep breath throwing caution to the wind. "I've always wondered what it would feel like to have two sets of lips sucking and licking me," I replied. Chris laughed.

"That's it? Your big secret fantasy is nothing more than to have two women sucking you off?"

"Well...for starters," I told her lustfully. "For starters..."

Chris sat up on the bed reaching out, and as she'd begun to fondly do, once again grabbed my prick pulling me over to lie down on the bed between them.

"Just lay back and enjoy!" she purred lovingly.

Brenda quickly joined her, and in seconds I was in heaven! With two sets of lips slowly licking their way up and down my shaft, trading places as they alternated between sucking the head of my prick as well as my shaven balls, I trembled involuntarily with the exquisite torture.

"I get his joy-juice," Chris announced between licks as I propped myself up on my elbows so I could not only feel, but see this incredible paring.

Brenda giggled, "Be my guest," she told her now fencing tongues with Chris with my stiff hard shaft somewhere in between them as they did that.

"Oh fuck, you two are driving me insane!"

"Good!" Chris laughed as her soft lips descended down my prick taking it in short little munches as she gobbled my shaft escalating the tightness in my balls that Brenda was coaxing along with her hand. "Just let me know when you're ready to pop honey, I want all that delicious warm cream inside my mouth!"

"I don't think you'll have any problem in knowing that," I barely managed to say, shivering, trembling with the onslaught of two very talented tongues and lips as they continued to assault my cock.

I don't know who's finger it was, nor did I care, but as that beautiful intrusion into my ass began, so did the telltale signs of my impending orgasm begin.

"I think he's almost there," Brenda warned, giggling.

"Not almost. I am!" I shouted out.

Chris had already wrapped her lips tightly around the head of my penis, milking it with her silken tongue, sucking as though nursing on a tit. I felt the explosion of ecstasy erupt from the head of my prick filling her mouth. Brenda's hand now smoothly, softly pumping my prick up and down coaxing out the near continuous flow of my ejaculate, and the never-ending one long drawn out orgasm that seemed would never end. Nor did I want it to.

I had melted. I felt like I was nothing more than one big emotional wet-spot, half expecting to find myself being absorbed into the sheets as Chris leaned over to kiss me, the taste of my own spending an aphrodisiac as our lips met, our tongues dancing against one another. She turned, kissing Brenda, and I watched from my new form as their tongues met, the essence of my soul being exchanged back and forth between them as they took turns sucking one another's tongues as though they were precious little clits. Finally they broke from one another.

"So David, what else is on that naughty little wish-list of yours?" Chris asked.

"Well, like I said...for starters..."

#

It was a simple thing really. I had seen it only once during an X-rated movie I had. But whenever I'd found myself with time on my hands, as well as something else to put in them, I'd played this particular scene over and over again. I'd never thought I would ever be given the opportunity to witness and enjoy it for real, until now.

I didn't even know if I had anything left. It didn't matter. Just the feel of sitting there absentmindedly playing with myself was pleasure enough. For it was my eyes that were being stimulated now, and the new movie that would be forever playing inside my head whenever I wished to recall it.

On the bed before me, Chris and Brenda moved sensually, slowly against one another. I had called it "kissing pussies" for lack of a better term I suppose. Lips to lips, pussy-lips, rubbing, kissing, and caressing one another. They had positioned themselves in a scissor-like fashion, legs over and under one another until they had come into direct contact, cunt-to-cunt. As I sat there watching them, mesmerized, enthralled, I was glad to see that for them, it had become not only my own fantasy, but one that they were enjoying and sharing enthusiastically as well.




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It was better than I ever imagined it could be. Not only were the visual senses being stimulated, but the sounds that accompanied the two women as they cunt-fucked one another went beyond words capable of describing it. With so much arousal, excitement and stimulation between them, the free flowing lubrications from each began to mingle, froth and emit the most delicious juicy sucking sounds I'd ever heard. Periodically, as their combined lust escalated, they would not merely grind themselves against one another, but literally 'hump' with the slap of flesh, soft, sweet pussy flesh coming together, the 'sucking' sounds becoming even louder, more liquefied.

"Get your ass over here and suck my tits!" Chris finally demanded, turning to look towards me as I sat there with a dumb-founded shit-eating expression on my face.

Placing her huge breasts together, I brought both of those incredibly long thick nipples into my mouth sucking them simultaneously. With her hands free, Chris took over where my own had been only moments ago. The feel of her thumb as it hooked itself beneath the ridge of my cock-crown, stroking it, gliding the tip of her fingernail over and around it caused it to throb almost painfully, but so fucking wonderfully so! "Think you can cum again?" she asked.

"Fuck, I don't know...but I don't fucking care either!" I exclaimed. "What I'm seeing, what you're doing, is pleasure enough," I told her.

By the expression on Brenda's face, I could see she was nearing her sweetness. Rotating her pelvis, her pubic mound pressed hotly, tightly against Chris's, the continued "squishy" sound coming from their cunts as they continued to kiss one another made me begin to believe that anything was possible. And though I wondered if indeed I would even ejaculate a thing, I now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that seeing this, being a part of it, I would at least climax in whatever fashion that might take.

"Oh God Christie, I want you to cum with me!" Brenda urged. "I want to feel your pussy explode against mine! Please!"

The wanton, explicit way she spoke seemed to heighten Chris's response almost immediately, as well as my own. I honestly didn't think it possible, but suddenly there it was. That "Oh God I'm about to fucking cum" feeling suddenly tightened my balls. Stepping over, not even thinking about it, nor wondering whether I should or shouldn't be doing this, I parked the head of my dick squarely upon the tightly pressed mounds of the two women as they continued fucking one another towards heavenly bliss.

I was pleasantly surprised when I actually came. My little sperm-makers must have been working overtime to be sure, and though I didn't exactly throw a rope, there was sufficient joy-juice that spilled erotically between their still kissing lips.

"Oh yeah baby!" Chris wailed, "Cum on us honey, let our pussies suck up your prick juice!" And God did they!

Weak kneed, I stumbled backwards into the chair where I collapsed unceremoniously. With the addition of my creamy fuck-juice, the noisy erotic sounds seemed to become even more prevalent, though the two of them were now humping against one another in a sexual frenzy as they approached what was becoming a nice simultaneous orgasm together. Their mutual cries of pleasure seemed to erupt in unison, each thumping, and humping against one another, as the tidal wave of their combined climax seemed to wash them away into complete and total oblivion.

I sat back, lighting up yet another cigarette, content to merely sit there and look on at the two now exhausted spent, thoroughly satisfied vixens who continued to lay, cunt to cunt, basking in the afterglow of their Sapporoistic encounter.

#

After I had gathered some strength and sensibility, I headed back out into the living room, poured myself a glass of wine, and walked out onto the balcony. Though I was nude, it was pitch black with not even a hint of moon outside.

I stood there for quite some time sipping my wine, allowing the girls to recover from their own incredible experience undisturbed, allowing them some privacy to chat, talk, or whatever they wanted to do together without my being around them.

Minutes later I felt Chris step up behind me, the softness of her breasts pressing against my back, her arms encircling my chest, one finger lightly teasing the nipple-ring I wore.

"Incredible isn't it?" she whispered.

"Beautiful," I replied. "It's really nice out here." She slapped my ass, hard.

"That's not what I meant."

"I know," I teased. "But yes it is," I added turning to face her. We kissed, our lips pressing, searching, tongues once again flicking out to tease and taste one another. I could taste my own essence upon hers. She smiled.

"Well, I did feel like it was necessary to clean up your mess from Brenda's pussy," she told me. I laughed, drawing her closer to me. 

"Speaking of which, where is she?"

"In the shower, which is where I'm headed. Thought I'd ask if you'd care to join us. We're all smelling a bit funky."

"I like funky."

She threw her head back and laughed, "Me too, especially that cum funkiness you've dumped all over me."

"And hopefully again soon too!" I added.

"You're amazing you know that?"

"Why?" I asked her.

"You're simply one of the most uninhibited, sensual men I have ever met before in my entire life," she explained.

"Well, ditto. You are too!" I told her, leaning over to kiss both of her breasts, not at all surprised to find her nipples just as stiff and as hard as they had been all evening.

"Come on," she said reaching down to take firm hold of her favorite handle. "Otherwise, I'm going to make you fuck me out here on the balcony," she announced.

"Things to do list," I teased. "As soon as I recover enough to be able to do that." Then I followed happily along as she led me by the handle down the hall towards the bathroom.

#

The bathroom was big enough all by itself, but the shower was enormous, serving two purposes as both a shower as well as a steam room. Several marble benches sat around the enclosure at differing heights. Two sets of showerheads sat at either end, along with a flowing waterfall like shower directly overhead if one preferred the feel of that. Which obviously Brenda did as she stood beneath it allowing the nice hot water to cascade down upon her. 

"Mind if we join you?" Chris asked already stepping inside the enclosure, pulling me immediately in behind her.

In response, Brenda reached over to begin soaping up Chris's breasts while I in turn began soaping up her back and ass. We soon exchanged places, sandwiching Brenda between us while we did the same for her, and then it was my turn. It hadn't been that long, not yet quite an hour since we'd left the bedroom. And yet, as Brenda's hand, along with Chris's soaped my now flaccid cock and balls, it began to show signs of renewed life.

"Well, well. What have we here?" Chris asked, going from a wash-fondling to an outright stroking of my rapidly rising penis.

"I've always wondered if you were actually capable of raising the dead, I guess now we know don't we?"

Stepping up beside us, Brenda slipped her hand down between Chris's legs and began fondling her as she continued fondling and playing with me. 

"I can't believe I'm still this fucking horny!" Chris announced. "And getting hornier and hornier by the minute!" she added breathlessly as Brenda's finger slipped gingerly inside her rapidly moistening slit.

"Come over here so I can lick you again," Brenda instructed. She moved over to one of the bench seats sitting down. Chris followed, stepping up onto the second tier directly over her girlfriend, using the safety bar for support, perfectly positioned as Brenda reached up spreading Chris's succulent pussy lips giving her exposed clitoris a welcoming lick.

"Oh fuck that feels nice!" Chris mewled.

I moved behind Chris, once again capturing her breasts within my hands, toying with her aroused nipples, tapping them, then gently pulling on them as Brenda's tongue busily went to work on Chris's sweet tasting cunt.

I felt my hard stiff cock pressing against the softness of Chris's ass, the slipperiness of the soap allowing it to slide back and forth against her in a tantalizing erotic caress.

"Oh yeah baby, fuck me. Stick that mother-fucking cock inside my pussy!"

Well I'd never fucked my mother with it, though as a young boy I'd once jerked off thinking about it. Even so, I reached down prepared to guide my prick towards that waiting inviting hole that Brenda was still busily enjoying. I felt the knob of my prick slide against the opening of her ass, and stopped. Grinning, I placed my finger there instead, the combination of soap making access to that tight little opening a deliciously decadent thought. Chris moved back against me, urging me to continue without speaking, though her moans said all that needed to be said. I felt the head of my prick suddenly pop through the opening of her ass, and held it there. Chris's knees buckled as she balanced herself on Brenda's face.

"Oh fuck me!" Chris groaned deeply. "Oh fuck David, I love the feel of your prick inside my ass!"

I slowly inched it in a little deeper allowing her to adjust to the sudden unexpected intrusion, though Brenda's flicking tongue on Chris's clit was certainly helping things along.

"Oh shit! Shit! That feels good!" Chris cried out once again. "Oh yeah baby, suck my clit...suck it hard for me!" she begged her friend. "Now...push it all the way in David, all the way fucking in!"

I pushed, though still going slowly until I felt the entire length of my shaft embedded as deeply inside her as it was possible for me to do. I stood, unmoving, allowing her to once again adjust, though I purposely throbbed inside her so she could feel it moving about as I did.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed once again. "Fuck!"

And then I began to.

The tightness of her ass passage as it clenched, relaxed, and clenched again around my shaft as I ever so slowly thrust inside her, pulling out just as slowly, if not even more so was driving her insane. Her legs shook, her ass quivering. A combination of being so fully filled, a tongue delicately dancing about the surface of her clit was taking her to new, previously unattainable heights.

I found her breasts, her nipples somehow harder, longer, fatter than I remembered them being.

"Pull on the fuckers!" she demanded. I did.

"Oh god!" she moaned.

I twisted them, pulling on them, then released them only to recapture them again in perfect timing of my inward thrust back inside that nice tight little fuck-hole.

"Oh fuck...fuck! I'm going to cum soon!" she stated as though surprised by that. 

By her sudden increased movements, I now knew that Brenda had included a finger inside Chris's pussy, especially as I could feel it pressing against the side of my prick as I continued to fuck in and out of her. Her tongue was twirling in a maddened frenzy of its own, her fingers working their own magic inside Chris's pussy while my own magical wand performed tricks of it's own inside her velveteen ass.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm almost...almost..."

I shoved with all my might inside her ass, somehow driving even deeper than I'd been able to before. 

"THERE!" Chris screamed in what was a blood-curdling cry of spasmodic release. I felt her ass suddenly gripping me like a vise, unable to move, or even withdraw so tight had her muscles constricted around me. I could still feel the rapid pummeling of Brenda's fingers working inside her, amazed that in a way, she was using them to stroke my cock off with too. I felt my balls suddenly implode, a rush of semen gushing forth from the tip of my prick, flooding the walls and cavern of Chris's well-violated ass as she continued to scream in complete and total ecstasy.

#

We had all three soon after tumbled back out into the bedroom, collapsing into the bed, still nude, but exhausted from our near non-stop orgy. Never before in my entire life had I felt so euphoric, so overwhelmingly satiated as I felt now. Chris lay between us, my hand resting comfortingly upon her left breast spooning her from behind while she in turn cupped one of Brenda's soft tits, doing likewise to her as we snuggled together in a pressed heap of satisfied flesh and desire.

Half asleep now, she spoke. "Damn, and to think, we still have three more days together," she said dreamily.

I could only lay there and smile as the list got longer and longer.



Finally



I circle my apartment finding and returning things to their rightful place. I'm doing anything to keep my mind off my plans for the night.

We have fooled around. Tonight we are going to make love. Fantasies keep popping in my head. I may have to get started before he arrives.

I hear the knock. I throw a par of jeans on a nearby chair. Who cares?

"I love it when you smile like that." he says. He is so tall. I'm lost in his eyes, unable to say "Hello." I never want to forget his smell. Indescribable. I take a deep breath as he walks past. 

It is his first time in my apartment. There is not much to look at and not enough space to give a tour. I'm certain he's at least semi-hard. I understand older women wanting twenty-something men.

There is complete silence. We both know what he is here for but we are both too afraid to make the first move. I move him to the couch. "Sit." I sit in front of him. I want to see just how excited he is going to get. It's my own form of passive torture. He wants me. I dim the lights.

I sit down with my legs open. "Wow. You are wearing boy shorts." My nipples are hard and pressing against my shirt. 

"Take off your shirt."

"Damn baby. You know I love it when you tell me what to do." He tosses his shirt on the floor. I scoot forward.

"Why are you giving me that sneaky little smile?"

"Stand up." I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper as slowly as possible. The torture continues. He tries to take over. I push his hands away. I pull his pants down and see he is rock hard.

"There's that sneaky grin again." He closes his eyes, probably thinking he is going to get a blow job.

I push him down on the couch. He is surprised but there is no protest. I'm in control. I stand in front of him and untie the drawstring of my pants. They fall to the floor. His hand moves to his cock. "No sir."

I sit between his legs. I feel him adjusting his cock. He sneaks a rub but I guess that is ok. I tilt my head back so my hair tickles his chest. I take his hands into mine and position them on my breasts. He knows how to touch me.

I'm almost consumed by how he is making me feel. I'm close to relinquishing control and giving myself to him. I stand and remove my boy shorts so he can get a good view of my shaved pussy. I put my left foot on his thigh for a better look. I spread the lips. I climb on the couch and sit facing him on his lap.

I sit away from his body, close to his knees. I can clearly see his cock. I rub his cock through his boxers. He collapses against my body. I love the way his hard cock lay next to his thigh. I pull the leg of his boxers up so that I can peak at the swollen head. My mouth aches for his cock but not tonight.

"Take off your boxers." I lift myself up. His cock springs free. I lower myself onto his lap.

"Take off my shirt." He is so obedient. I savor the feeling of my nipples grazing his chest and his cock grazing my stomach. I notice a bit of pre-cum on my stomach.

We kiss. Our tongues and lips tease one another. My fingers run through his hair. We pause to look at each other. I'm lost in his eyes. I blow on his ear and whisper, "I love you." He moans softly. I nibble on his ear as he fondles my breasts. I push onto my knees so he can kiss my stomach and breasts. 

I lick my fingers without him seeing. I reach down and stroke his cock. There is so much pre-cum. He pulls me close. He is so strong. I pull back long enough to lick his neck and kiss his chest down to his nipples.

His cock slides across my pussy lips. We are so wet. I feel the head of his cock slip into my pussy and I feel a gush of warm fluid. 

I'm caught off guard but I know what happened. He holds me close to him and kisses my face. 

"I'm sorry. It was an accident."

"I know babe." I kiss his forehead. "We can try again later." We hold each other until we are ready to try again.



Finally



The day had finally come. They were to meet again after three years apart. An ocean and a few countries had separated them for far too long, and they yearned to be with each other again.

Oh my god, she thought as the plane touched down. This is it. I'm here. He's here. Her anticipation of this moment had made the 15-hour flight seem to last for eternity. Her stomach was doing jumping jacks because of her excitement and nervousness. She prayed that this would work out just as well as she had imagined.

The walk from the door of the plane to the gate at the airport seemed miles long. She'd waited so long to see him again, and yet this tunnel seemed to take longer than those three years had. As she emerged from the tunnel into the airport waiting room, she saw him. Standing right there, less than ten feet away. Their eyes connect, and she almost cries because she's so happy. She had secretly had doubts that he would even show up at the airport to pick her up.

He embraces her tightly; it's the best hug she has ever received. The embrace is endless. He finally pulls slightly away, and leans his head forward to kiss her. It's electric. There's so much chemistry between them; all their sexual tension and desire is transferred in this kiss. She knows that she needs him, and now. She cannot wait to check into the hotel – she has a few surprises for him.

They get into the rental car and he drives them to the restaurant where he has made reservations. They sit in a corner booth in the crowded restaurant. After ordering drinks, she leans into him and whispers into his ear. "I love you." Her hands wander to his crotch as they cuddle in the booth. The table covers most of her actions, but anyone sitting across the room could see under the table if they paid attention. She rubs him through his pants, and he stiffens almost immediately. She kisses his neck while tracing her finger up and down his member. Suddenly, she pulls down the zipper on his pants and pulls him out. His face turns bright red; he can't believe this is happening in the middle of a crowded restaurant! He closes his eyes as she begins to stroke him. He has a pretty large penis; her hand hardly fits around it. She lets go and drags her finger along the base, bringing his already rock-hard penis near climax. Sensing he is close to cumming, she grabs the dinner napkin off the table and wraps the head in it. Just in time, too, because just a moment later he climaxes, unloading all over the napkin. He leans over and kisses her as she tucks him back into his pants, just as their waitress brings their drinks. He is still breathing hard and red in the face, and the waitress smiles knowingly as she leaves. 

The rest of dinner is pretty mundane compared to the beginning of the evening, but the sexual tension between the two is apparent. They hurry through dinner, eating though neither of them is very hungry for this type of food. They crave one another.

After checking into the hotel at the airport, she brings him to her room. As soon as the door closes, she backs up to the wall and pulls him to her, bringing their mouths together. Their hands are all over each other; they can't get enough of each other. It's as if they are two magnets and are inexplicably drawn together. His tongue explores her mouth, insatiable. Their need for each other is apparent, and there will be no stopping the coming events.

His hands roam all over her body. She usually isn't confident about her body, but she knows that he loves her and her body, no matter what it looks like. He guides her to the bed, and they stand at the end of it. She tries to pull him to her again, but he backs away. Agonizingly slow, he unbuttons her shirt, tenderly peeling it away from her skin. He draws his two index fingers along her neck and collarbone, down along her shoulders and arms, to her hips, where he unbuttons and unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She is left standing in her black silk bra and panties that she bought specifically for this occasion, as well as her black high heels.

He pulls her to him once again, and kisses her passionately. She undresses him just as slowly and tenderly as he did for her. She removes his shirt first, followed by his shoes and socks, then his pants, and finally his boxers. He stands naked in front of her. He is just as she had hoped; even though she knew what he would look like naked from the pictures they had shared, she was impressed to see him 'in the flesh.' His manhood was at attention, and she was completely turned on. She wanted him in her, and now, but foreplay was her specialty.

She gets down on her knees in front of him and takes him into her mouth, just the head at first. Swirling her tongue around the head, she feels him tense. Moving on down the shaft, she takes his sac in her hand and massages them. She licks up his shaft, then takes him wholly in her mouth. It hardly fits, it's so big. He tenses; she knows he's close to climax again. She releases him from her mouth and removes her hands; she doesn't want him spent again before the night is over.

She rises to her feet and kisses him, then maneuvers him so that he is on his back on the bed. She crawls up his body, intent on getting what she wants, but he changes the course of action. He flips her over so that she is on her back on the bed, and he is on top of her. He leans down and kisses her, and as he does so, he removes her bra. He makes his way from her mouth down to her neck, kissing her the entire way. He nibbles on her collarbone, which he knows is her weakness. She turns to jelly in his arms, and he continues down her body, lavishing kisses all over her skin. He reaches the swell of her breasts and makes his way down between them. Suddenly he grasps one of her nipples in his mouth, and she is on fire. She is the kind of girl who can achieve orgasm just through foreplay, and she is getting close. He abandons her breasts and moves down her body, caressing her as no one has before. He reaches her vagina and teases her with his fingers, playing with her lips and opening, but not yet touching her clitoris. He fingers her, working her up, and then suddenly his fingers are replaced by his tongue. This is quickly followed by his tongue drawing circles around her clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through her body. He knows she is almost ready to orgasm, and he's not letting her yet. 

He moves back up her body until they are face to face and kisses her. His member is caught between his body and hers, and the warmth and friction is working him up, engorging his penis. He moves the head to her opening, but doesn't enter her just yet. He moves the head up and down her slit, across her clitoris, turning her on even more. He is sufficiently covered in her wetness now, and plunges into her hole. He fills her completely in one thrust, bringing a welcome pain because he is so large around. She cries out, and he thinks he's hurt her, but she lets him know otherwise. She moves her body with his as he thrusts in and out, in and out of her, with a ferocity she has never seen before. She is in heaven, and he is loving every minute of this. She wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him down to her to kiss him passionately as they both reach the precipice of orgasm. He grasps her nipple between his fingers as he thrusts into her, bringing her to the edge. With one final thrust, they orgasm together. She feels his jets of semen hit inside her, and it is the best thing she's ever experienced. He falls to the bed beside her; they are both spent. They cuddle together for the rest of the night, naked, knowing that this was meant to be.



Finally



I laid on the bed for awhile thinking about my step daughter. She had turned into a beautiful young women, now in her early twenties. Jess had teased me for years, as a daughter teases a father, nothing sexual, just playful. Her long blonde hair, lovely legs and shapely breasts were amazing. She had no idea how much she turned me on. 

Over the years I had caught glimpses of her sensual body when she changed cloths, walked around the house sometimes just in her bra and panties. And when she gave me a hug, I could feel the warmth of her body and her perfectly sized breasts against my chest. Jess often wanted me to give her a shoulder rub after she came home from work. She worked as a waitress, and got knots in her shoulders. I stood behind her, she sitting on a chair and I worked out her knots, my hands reached inside her blouse, touched her warm soft skin as I rubbed gently but firmly. 

Sometimes she leaned back against me, and my crotch touched her back. She could not have helped but to feel my cock, which rose a bit with the touch. But then she was off and I was left wondering if she even noticed.

After the spring that she turned 22, my wife and the younger kids went west to visit family, but Jess and I stayed behind, both having work to do. We would be home alone for a month until the rest of the family came back. The first week went by quick without much fanfare. We had dinner together one night, and another evening we watched a movie we rented from the video store. She sat on one couch and I on the other. 

The next week I thought I'd try something to see what might happen. One afternoon after work, I waited when I got home to change my cloths until Jess came home. We have one bathroom that has a shower, and Jess likes to use the mirror to do her hair. So I waited, and when I knew she would be home, I went up stairs, and when I heard her enter the house I began to undress. The timing was perfect, she walked in, as I stepped out of my shorts and was standing there naked as she entered the room. 

She got embarrassed and apologized for walking in, she said she didn't know I was there. 

I said it was ok, we are family. But I caught her glance at my body, and she eyed my cock.

That evening not much happened, she went out and I surfed the internet. But I knew I had gotten her attention.

The next evening we were home together. After dinner we sat in the den watching TV. Jess sat at one end of the couch and I at the other. At one point she leaned her back against the side of the couch and put her feet in my lap, and I began to rub them, kneed them. Gently at first, tenderly. I worked the lower calf muscles. 

Jess was in shorts and t-shirt. Her soft smooth skin of her legs was amazing to feel. 

She smiled at me as I worked her lower legs, even closed her eyes a bit. 

As I worked her legs, her feet pushed into my crotch, against my cock, which by now had grown some. My hands moved up her legs to her thighs, massaging gently. 

Jess moaned a bit, spread her legs so I could get around her legs. 

"That feels good Daddy, right there" she said softly. 

I continued to work up her legs, almost to her crotch. With her eyes closed, I looked at her beautiful body laying there on the couch, her breasts, the way they filled out the shirt, her smooth legs, her lovely lips. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Jess sat up, her feet still pressed against my crotch, she put her arms around me and gave me a hug. 

"I love you daddy," she said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

We sat there for a few minutes watching the TV, while her arms around me held me close. I could feel her warm body next to me, her breasts crushed against my arm. I did not move, not wanting this moment to pass.

When the scene ended and the commercial started, Jess turned to look at me, arms still around me. 

I looked at her, the feelings of excitement flowed through my body as never before, or certainly not since high school when I just started making out with my high school girlfriend. 

Looking to each other's eyes, without a word, our heads moved toward each other, our lips met and we kissed. The kiss lasted for a long time, our tongues touched, lips crushed each other, her hands moved down my body as mine moved around her. 

I stroked her back, to her soft blonde hair. We were like two young lovers, in lust. 

Without a word, we began to take off each other's cloths. I lifted off her t-shirt, she unbuttoned my shirt, as her hands ran over my chest, tugging on my nipples. I moaned. I removed her bra, it fell to the floor, while my hand caressed her breasts. A perfect size to cup in my hands. I began to tug on her nipples, making them harder, Jess moaned, and then moaned louder.

Our passion rose. We quickly took off our shorts and pants. My cock, so very hard by now, rose to meet her touch. 

Jess placed her fingers round my hard cock, stroked it a bit, looking at my cock intently. 

My eyes closed with her touch, then opened to see her move her head down to take her tongue and lick around the rim of the hard head. I gasped with her touch. She licked up and down for a while, while my cock grew even harder.

Suddenly she stopped. 

"I want to fuck you" she grunted. Jess pushed me down on the couch. She climbed on top of me, one leg over my body, while she lowered herself onto my hard cock. 

Her pussy was warm, wet, tight. I could feel every inch as she slowly slid down my shaft, her clit rubbed the base of my cock. 

Jess stopped for a second, our eyes locked together. I couldn't believe it, my wildest fantasies were coming true.

Jess began to grind over my cock. 

I thrust my hips to meet her movements. Faster we moved our bodies. Fucking harder, grunting, groaning, now very loudly. 

My hands reached for her tits, her's for my chest. 

"Fuck me" she shouted! 

I slammed my cock into her, as her pussy squeezed my cock hard as she rose and fell down my shaft. 

"Oh God, I'm cumming," Jess cried out.

Grunting, fucking her faster, I moaned, "Cum with me Jess, fuck my cock!" 

This was a wild fuck, hard, fast, passionate. She rode me a bit longer before cuming hard, and collapsing on to my chest, as my cock twitched, came, deep inside her pussy.

We laid there, she on top of me, my arms around her. My hands gently grazed her back, down to her ass, then up to her shoulders, touching her hair. 

After a while, Jess opened her eyes, and looked at me. "I've been wanting to do this for years," she said gently. 

I nodded, "me too darling." 

Jess and I laid on the couch of the better part of an hour, falling asleep, snuggling before we got up, sat beside each other, still naked, arms around each other watching TV. 

"Daddy," she said, "we have a few weeks before Mom comes home John and Kate, can we, . . . well, can we enjoy this time together like this more?" 

My heart skipped a beat, "Jess," I replied, "I'm so glad that you want to, you are so beautiful, so . . . ah, amazing." And I thought to myself, as the evening faded, "this is going to be a great two weeks." 



Finally



I can't believe it's actually happening.

The words echo in your mind, your throat constricting with the anxiety coursing through you as you follow me through the door of the hotel I've rented for my stay. Once you're through the door, I step around you to shut it, only after placing the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outer doorknob.

We both turn to face each other, encountering a moment of silence.

My ever-familiar grin splits across my face as I belatedly greet you with a "Hai."

The slightly awkward situation evinces a small giggle from you, and you return the greeting in kind.

Your breath catches and you catch yourself backing up a step as I suddenly stride over towards you. Undeterred by your display of visible uncertainty, I close the gap between us with a full-bodied hug; one arm low on your back, the other in the hair on the back of your head. You feel the grip of my upper hand strengthen as my head moves next to yours.

"Miss Jo..." I whisper. "I'm going to ... give you that massage I promised." I pull back and give you my cheesy grin, knowing full well that you were expecting that statement to contain an entirely different message.

My hands on your hips, I start to guide you backwards until you feel the lax resilience of the bed at the bend of your knees. You let yourself backwards to lay on the bed, but the guiding pressure resists, keeping you seated upright on the crisp, white sheets.

Kneeling in front of you, my hands raise from your hips, catching the lower edge of your shirt and lifting it upwards. Still hesitant about what you're doing, you don't move to help me.

"Arms. Up." Firm, and matter-of-fact, the simple command is all that's needed for you to comply. Shortly thereafter, you find yourself laying chest-down on the bed, head faced off to the side, resting on a pillow. The feel of the cool sheets against your bared nipples is exhilirating, as is knowing that the pressure on both sides of your hips is me.

You can't help but marvel at how easily you can let your resistances melt to this person you've only seen for the first time today. Can you trust me? Should you? Your heart starts to pulse more quickly as the questions dart through your mind.

You're distracted by the clinking of glass, followed soon after by the scent of lavender. Oooh... Real massage oil. You hadn't been expecting that one.

Finally the first contact comes. The oil, slightly cool due to its liquid state, isn't too far below room temperature, and it warms quickly as my hands work it into your skin. The weight shifts on the bed, and you feel one of my knees lifting.

"Pull your hair off your neck." I urge, and you comply with your newly-freed hand, sliding it back down to your side once the task is completed.

The weight on the bed equalizes as I settle my knee back down, leaning over your back as I spread my fingers to work at your neck, shoulders, and upper back simultaneously on both sides of your body. The circular kneading motion begins to ebb the tension from your muscles

After what seems to be a painfully short time, due to your half-awake state, you find that I've worked all the way down your back, and now things are getting more racy. You feel my hands working around, underneath your abdomen and picking at the button on the tight, ass- hugging jeans that you're so proud to wear. The button undone, the zipper follows, and my hands begin to part from underneath you, fingers hooking the open front of your pants as they spread.

Slowly, with no aid demanded or given, the fabric is peeled off of your body. You smile to into the pillow as you hear my breath catch when I see that you've worn my favorite panties. Stopping their current assignment, my hands move to your delectable butt to rub over the gorgeous swell of your lace-covered cheeks before resuming their task.

The sound of clattering glass comes again, and a lazy smile grows across your face, glad that your pampering session isn't yet over.

My hands return to your skin, at the very top of your thighs, my fingertips working underneath the lower edge of your underwear.

That won't do. You think, and with a mischevious bit of daring, you look back to watch my expression as you lift your hips and hook your panties. Rewarded, as you expected, with a shameless eye-bulging from me, you drag the lacy material agonizingly slowly across the magnificent mounds of my obsession. It's so easy to tease an ass man. You get another good look as you feel the fabric reach that critical point... just before the elasticity causes it to snap away from the pressure holding it over all your precious treasures.

"Holy fuck." Is the only expression that comes to mind as your ass is bared to me in person for the first time. You grin at the crude exclamation, remembering that neither my finesse nor bearing are anywhere to be found when confronted by your lovely body.

My hands return to your body, fully exploiting the newly exposed flesh. Firmly I squeeze and knead your cheeks before dutifully continuing the massage down the back of your thighs. You can't help but squirm as I let my thumbs brush deep between your legs, a scant half- inch away from your lower lips. But my hands continue their journey down your legs, a grim reminder that you're not the only one able to tease.

You quickly grow over your disappointment at the contact that never came as the massage continues, coaxing involuntary moans and groans to escape your lips. As my hands reach your ankles, your toes curl with excitement that, though the massage is wonderful, it will soon be over, and time for more mutually interesting activities.

But again, you're surprised. You feel my weight shift around, and peek to see me sitting at the end of the bed with your feet in my lap. Raising one in my hands, I begin to work the sole with my thumbs. I massage the pads and tendons in your feet firmly, excising a quantity of tension that you're more than glad to be rid of.

Finally. After the long massage comes to a close, you feel my weight shift off the bed. You arch your back and point your toes in a deliciously relaxing stretch as you bask in the released tension and the soothing scent of the oil.

You feel my weight return to the bed, and even more suddenly you feel that the vast majority of my clothing has been cast away as I lay down on the side you aren't facing. My arm reaches over you and pulls your back against me. As your hips settle back against mine, you feel that (unusual though it is) I'm wearing boxers, which aren't doing anything to hide my condition of arousal at having your naked body in my arms. After a brief moment of cuddling, you feel me raise up and pass over to be in front of you.

Settling back down, I look into your eyes, and you look right back. With a bit of a wiggle I pull you against me, my lips pressing to yours. Perhaps making out in high school was done with more clothing on, but I wasn't about to miss the opportunity on a such a weak technicality.

After several minutes of moans, groans, chuckles and giggles, I pull away from the wonderful taste of your lips with a satisfied smile.

"There's something unfair about this situation." I point out.

"Ya." You anxiously agree.

"So fix it." I tell you with my sly grin.

Unceremoniously, you hook my boxers and drag them off my body, freeing my penis from its confinement. Task completed, you look at me with a "Now what?" expression, openly inviting me to give you some more commands.

"Grab it... Kiss it... Lick it..." Order by order, you comply without hesitation, your free hand already moving to play with my balls. Skipping ahead, you start to envelop my cock head in your magnificently inviting lips, but an "Uh-uh." from me catches your attention. Looking up from your treat to see what I want, you see me rotating a finger in the air. "Turn around. We're both getting in on this part."

You grin and squee as you turn around, centering your gaze on my dick and knowing that I'm seeing your pussy, fully, for the first time. Wiggling your hips in anticipation, you moan as you feel my kiss on your upper inner thigh, perilously close to where you want me.

Hoping to entice me to more aggressive action, you wrap your hand around the base of my cock and lower your mouth onto it, slurping half my length down in barely half a second. Rewarded with a buck of my hips, and a shaky "Wh-oa!" You lower your hips (and lips) to my face and descend on my dick once more.

This time your insistence acheives its goal, and you feel my tongue start stroking across your labia. Around and over I lick, dragging my tongue heavily across every piece of your erogenous zone that I can reach. Stiffening, I plunge it into your hole and wriggle it as best as I can, hitting the walls in every direction. Softening, I drag it over your button, stopping suddenly to trap it between my lips and flick my tongue over it, my moans at your administrations sending vibrations through you.

Oh, no. Here it comes. The moment you've been dreading and anticipating since the start. You feel your cheeks spreading apart, and you hear me announce with a loud slurp that I'm getting a finger very wet for what's to come.

Eeeep! The cry comes through your head, your body freezing up as you feel the pressure of my fingertip over your back door.

"Keep sucking!" I almost yell, accompanying the order with a smack on your ass. The rough treatment snaps from your frozen state. You're still far from fully revived, however, and you tentatively return your mouth to my cock.

My mouth returns to your pussy, and your whole body relaxes a notch. Your ass isn't complaining as much as your fears precipitated as the slick finger circles around your hole, applying a minute amount of pressure. The pressure suddenly leaves, but is replaced by a freshly wetted, more insistent fingertip. You're being penetrated now. It's no longer on the outside. The first muscular wall of resistance is down... and only one remains. Inside this barrier, the new invader starts to rotate, pressing against every angle of the walls surrounding it, applying some pressure for depth, but not enough to begin breaching the inner passage.

Your hips start to gyrate of their own accord, accepting that to which your mind is reluctant. You like it. Your pussy is throbbing from the merciless licking it's receiving, and your ass is beginning to relax, ceasing to fight against the relentless, pleasant intruder.

Suddenly, your tunnel is emptied, and you start back into action. Hungrily, you swallow the whole of my cock, slurping it down and swirling your tongue over my glans. Then it comes. A third time, freshly slicked, a finger is introduced to your ass. As firm as you are wet, the finger pushes in and immediately begins to push through the final ring of muscle. Lodged partway through, I can feel you squeezing my digit in tune with the motions your hips are making. This time, the finger does less spinning, and much more pushing and pulling.

He's finger-fucking my ass! In a flush of comprehension at your newfound love of this feeling, your body starts to contract. You start jerking my cock wildly, gobbling at the tip as your orgasm hits, gushing juices all over my face.

"Condom!" I call out breathlessly from beneath you, once your orgasm subsides. You reach into the box on the corner of the bed and quickly open and apply one to me. "Give me your pussy!"

Panting, you turn around and slide your slit over my cock in one push. You start to bounce up and down, but are interrupted as I sit upright, catching you in my arms. Standing, I turn us around and sit you at the edge of the bed, my cock never leaving your smoldering channel.

Grabbing onto your right hip, I reach my other hand forward to tug on your left nipple ring as I start fucking you earnestly.

Mere moments pass before I start uttering a stream of obsceneties. Withdrawing from your pussy, I strip the latex from my skin and start pumping my meat in my hand.

With a loud groan, hot streams of my cum spurt from the tip of my dick, arcing towards you and streaking onto your tits, chest and stomach.

With a forceful exhale, I collapse over you, catching myself with my arms extended. In post-coital euphoria, we kiss and giggle for a few moments before you push me away.

Smirking at me devilishly, you say...

"Shower time."



Finally



It's 9:30, and Angie hasn't called me back. Three call times she missed.

I'm gonna call after six - -I called at 7, and she returned the call 30 minutes later.

I'm gonna call around 7:30, when I close the office - -I called at 8:35, she returned about 5 minutes later.

Okay then, maybe this is gonna happen after all. Angie has had me on a string for 24 hours. She answered my ad on Craigs List with a phone number. . .a sure sign of being a "real female", a rare thing. While on the phone, she sent me pictures, starting with her. . .boobies. No lie, there they were, nipples hard and staring me in the face. Just... Damn. To prove how long it had been, I got wet almost seconds after seeing them. Gawd, I love boobies, really, I do . And because I'm honest and that's how I roll, I told her. She kept repeating, "God, you're so honest. . .damn." I thought I lost this one, but then she's like... we can meet at Ruby Tuesday's if you want. Sweet. I thought about a plate of fries with a side of boobies. Awesome.

But that's not what happened. Conversation is what happened... Conversation in a parking lot of a CommerceBank is what happened. I sat in her Beemer as she proceeded to make ME feel bad for reacting to HER sending a picture of her titties. I was NOT supposed to take the picture of her titties as any sort of sexual invitation, no sir , and the fact that I did scared her. 

Sigh.

But, all was not lost. Angie still wanted me over her house. Just not tonight. Tomorrow night would be better. Call her after 6:30, when she locks up her office. 

Which led to the "tail chasing" I was sitting through- - giving me the sneaking feeling I was being manipulated for someone's pleasure. Especially right after the last call - -I thought I heard "boyfriend" in there. Which would be hypocritical of a woman whose second question to me was "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Bitch. Screw her.

But who am I gonna screw? 

I decided to call a 754 number instead. I was not going to let a week home alone go to waste. This 754 number belonged to Vanessa Marquez - -a girl I had talked to the previous night. I had placed multiple ads between the Miami and Ft. Lauderdale Craigslists, and Vanessa was one of the first respondents to my Ft. Lauderdale posting...she included her number and a picture - -no boobies this time, but a nice bikini picture. We chatted and texted, but didn't hook up simply because she just couldn't make it home from work in time. Fair enough. So, I called.

Just in time. 

Vanessa had just gotten home from work. She was having a glass of wine and said, sure, I, could come over and chat. It would be great. I got the address and put it in my GPS. Screw Angie. I'd just tell her I went to the movies instead of waiting on her to call.

I don't even think I ate as I just grabbed a cherry coke from the fridge, my toybox from under the blanket fort I constructed in for sleeping in the living room, threw on a tanktop and jeans and got in the car. It hit me: I was driving an hour at 10pm at night for the promise of pussy. In Ft. Lauderdale.

I told myself I would stop at Wendy's on the way. I didn't. It was late and I just wanted to get there. But it seems fate was trying to overrule. First, the traffic out of Downtown on 1-95. Narrowing the lanes. Awesome. Gawd. . .what the hell is up with this. It just got worse as I got closer. . .narrowed lanes, and the exit I wanted was closed. I now have a verdict on traffic: Miami may have more, but Ft. Lauderdale has it worse. GODDAMMIT! But. . .the GPS...Sweet GPS, saved my ass. 10 minutes out, she texted me. "Are you staying over?" Um. . .wow.

I really wasn't planning on doing that. Since I didn't have work the next day, I felt comfortable enough with driving home at 2 or 3 in the morning. I looked at my toybox... "Uhm, if you want me to, I can. "

"Well, it's just that my boy got kicked out of his house. " Aw, SHIT. Nothing can EVER be this simple, can it? I just want a good time with a girl that leads to more good times and she has to bring a guy into it. Fuck.

"Well, I'll just see how things go okay?"

"Alright, see you in a little mami."

I was just so pissed off from the possibility of a 2 turning into a 3some, plus the four thousand turns and adjustments my GPS had to make that, shit- -I blew a stop sign. The pissy old man who saw me yelled at me through my apology and my explanations and with a scowl, wrote down my plate number. I hope his dick falls off. 

But, I found her apartment, and her standing outside it...as a blonde? HUH? Okay. She looks like her picture for the most part. But, GOD, she's short. What is it about me and shorter women? I don't think I've been with a woman my own height or taller since . . . a while. Wow. She offered me a glass of wine. It was blush and sweet. She lit up her pipe and offered me some. I politely declined and she smiled. 

She gave me a tour of her room. A row of mirrors hung on a wall. "I bought those for a dollar each, pounded hooks in 'em and strung 'em together." I looked at a couple of wall hangings of broken glass and shells. . . "I made those too."

"I like." I genuinely did. She was like a ghetto Martha Stewart. Her creativity was more high school than high class, but I liked the style: Beachy and clean, with lots of greens and blues. Her bed had a canopy hanging from a line of green cord. 

"Oh, I'm a get rid of the cord and get a rod for that. What I used to have was. . ." 

(I was listening, and even finished her sentence, but . . .I'm too fuzzy to reproduce it here.)

I sat on the bed. It was now apparent. It was gonna happen. And I left my toybox in the car. I retrieved it and placed it next to the bed. I asked her - - what she did for a living as her night job since she mentioned it. 

"Oh, I do some work as a masseuse." 

"Can you give me a backrub?"

"Nah, mami, I was gonna ask YOU for one."

"Sure. I even brought some massage oil" - - I reached into the toybox-- " What flavor do you want? I got Cinnamon, Strawberry, Banana, Cherry, Cotton Candy, Blueberry and Cinnamon."

"Ummm, Banana." I'm not a banana girl myself, but when the cute Latina says she wants banana, I'm all about that. 

"I hope it won't stain my bed, ma."

"It won't."

She lit candles and removed her top. "You want me on my back, ma?"

"Yeah, sure." Then the bra came off. Oh, damn. Perfect titties. Perfect, round titties. I had to hide that my mouth was watering. I took my jeans; tank and bra off, and straddled her back. She had sunspots, but her skin was soft. I spread the oil slowly over the back, from her neck to her waist. I blew on spots, licked and kissed others. I slid off her back - -I probably was wet enough that I could probably actually slide off - -and started to kiss her ass, putting more oil on it. I slid her thong down just a little, and she lifted her hips to help me.

I ran my hands along her ass, licking the top of her ass crack, feeling her quietly moan as I ran my fingers forward to her pussy...it was lightly hairy and...whoa, what's this? "Wow, I haven't been with a woman with a pierced..."

"hood. I know." I slid my fingers away and tasted them. Warm and sweet. Awesome. I pulled her panties the rest of the way off , slid up to to her neck, licked and kissed it. She turned to kiss me. And I was worried I was going to fall off her bed and bust my ass.

She smiled and rolled over. I put a hand on those lovely breasts. They felt real. I pulled a nipple and she moaned. Yup, real. We kissed again and she kissed down to suck one of my nipples. I felt my pussy get wetter. She looked up. "Are you sure you're a C, ma? 'Cause I'm a D, and yours seem to be the same size."

"Yeah, I'm a 36C." I stroked her nipple, and she moved to get on top of me to let my mouth get closer. She pressed her mound closer to me, and I could feel the heat from inside. I rolled my eyes in the back of my head, pressing her hips closer to mine. I flicked her erect nipple with my tongue and gently bit. She then pulled away, getting on her knees, sitting between my legs. She ran a finger down my slit as she played with my nipple. The rush was building, building as she started to suck my nipple, lick down my belly, and then finally could feel the soft caresses of her tongue against my clit .... Ooohh! Yes! I couldn't help myself. I pushed my hips up to her waiting mouth, letting her watch my face and play with my nipples as she flicked and tongued my pussy. I lifted my legs up. I wanted to feel her tongue inside me. Wow. She crawled up to kiss me and to taste myself. I licked her lips and laid her on her back. I kissed her, sucking her nipples and rubbing her soaked pussy. 

When I got to her pussy, I was intoxicated by the scent and drawn like a moth to the heat. I tried to be delicate, but the time passed as I pretty much feasted on her pussy as a delicate flick turned to a lick and a suck and my I pressed my face into it, sliding my tongue inside her, tasting her arousal and sweat. I'm pretty sure she could hear my moans. I cupped her breasts and flicked her nipples as I dived deeper. I could feel her wetness on my cheeks, dripping down my chin. It was like I couldn't get enough. And I was getting wetter for it. I reached down to rub my clit. I was soaked and the wetness just kept on flowing

I finally pulled away and she pulled me up close, face to face. I could feel her pussy close to mine, heat against heat. We kissed, we grinded. I pulled back a little to rub my clit some more, and I couldn't help myself. I came and could feel it over flow my fingers.

"You came, mami?"

"Yeah."

Back on my back again, when I got treated to a show. She started to rub her pussy and she leaned forward. "Wow, you got wet. I guess my bed was gonna get stained after all." She started to stroke my pussy again. It wouldn't take too much to get me to cum again, but I held off. She pressed up close to me again, heat against heat, her pussy now soaked. This time we were in full trib, feeling her pussy kiss mine and her fingers pinching and pulling at my nipples. I was getting close again, but then we pulled apart. I was rubbing my swollen clit and I reached over to the side of the bed and pulled out a vibrator out the box. 

Vanessa leaned forward and allowed me to slide it into her mouth, and I watched her suck it, lick it, then I pulled it out. I slid it against her pussy and let the head enter as I turned it on. I watched that purple rod disappear into that caramel pussy. She started to moan then to fuck it as she played with my nipples, and teased my clit with her tongue. "So good. So close." I whispered. Hearing that , she decided to tease me further by flicking my clit with her tongue, shopping just short of sucking it into her mouth and letting me cum with that. She sat up and started to rub my clit again with one hand while she started to rub her own clit. I could tell she was getting closer. She started to ride the vibrator and rubbed her clit , her tits bouncing as she rode it like a cock, her moans getting louder as I fucked her harder and faster . Finally she blew. I slid the vibrator out of her pussy and tasted it. Yum. I wiped it off. 

Both of us now mostly satiated, we rested, playing with one another's breasts, with her kissing my neck and slowly, purposefully, moving her hands and her mouth down towards my pussy. I stroked her hair and allowed her hips to move over me, straddling my face with her pussy close to my mouth. Oh. My. God. I had never been the bottom in a 69 before, and I had wanted to for ages. And here it was, the perfect form of her pussy fading into her soft ass. Set out perfectly like a feast. So believe me when I say I feasted. 

My tongue swirled inside her, then flicked toward her clit, sucking it as I fingered her slowly, curling my fingers inside her. I could feel her shudder and her tongue dive deeper inside my pussy, her tongue going back toward my clit, her fingers probing and curling on their own. I wanted to get adventurous, so I let my tongue slide toward her ass. I didn't slide it in, though. I curled my fingers inside her and went back to her clit... sliding the piercing along in my mouth, sucking a little more. This time, it wasn't long before I could hear the moans and taste the pleasure. 

She responded by diving deeper, flicking harder and lashing my clit harder with her tongue, bringing me closer. It was going to be a hard finish and I knew it was going to feel so very, very good. I responded by holding onto her ass and pushing my face deeper into her pussy, replacing my fingers with tongue and rubbing her clit rapidly. 

I can only describe her orgasm as....being slapped in the face with wonder. I felt her ass quake and my mouth flood with wetness. "Oh, god ma...stop! I thought I wasn't gonna cum again, but, aye Dios mio, I guess I did. " 

I smiled. Finally.

FIN 



Finally



He stood there leaning against the counter. His one leg crossed over the other. The remote held in his right hand. His lips forming into a small smile as he watched her. 

There she was, completely naked, and bent over the wooden horse, which had been made specifically for her. Well more to fit her because specifically this contraption was made for him and was made for the one purpose, which he would finally get to today.  

His smile broadening at that thought of what was about to occur. His cock hardening in his black pants. He has to shift it in order to ease the slight ache, which had formed only because of that specific thought.  Shaking his head to clear the thought and reminding himself the main event would come later and in due time. Right now he was enjoying just standing there, watching her. 

He would turn up the remote every so often. The dildo, which was embedded in her now wet cunt, would vibrate a bit faster. 

During this time, her moans would increase in volume and intensity. 

He would then turn it back down a notch when he knew she was nearing that peak, ensuring she wouldn't cum, at least not yet. That also would be saved for later. 

He was actually enjoying this sight. Her body bent over the horse and tethered to it. Her back arched. Small beads of sweat forming on her smooth silky skin. Her knees pulled up and bent underneath of her. This position forcing her ass up higher in the air, which gave him the full fantastic view of both her holes. Her full breasts were hanging down. They slightly swayed back and forth as her body rocked on the horse. Her nipples were hard and red. They were being pulled, stretched and extended by the clamps he had placed on them.

He knew each vibration from the dildo in her cunt made her body quiver. The clamps had increased the pressure on her already red nipples. He knew this made her even hotter, more needy, and hornier. 

He knew exactly and specifically what turned her on the most, even though she would vehemently deny it all when not in this aroused needy state.

He got a sadistic joy from seeing her so helpless and at his complete mercy, at his whim even. He knew she secretly enjoyed it just as much as he did. 

He reveled in the fact that she would trust him so much to allow him to put her in this position. 

He let his thoughts drift to a few hours before....

He had stood in this same room. Gliding his fingers and hands over his new 'toy'. The feel of the wood was smooth and cool to his touch. He had examined every inch of it to ensure not one area of it was course or rough. He didn't want any splintered wood puncturing her skin. 

He was just imagining her being bent over and tied to it when his doorbell rang. 

He couldn't recall a time where he had flown up the stairs that fast before. 

He had flung open the door. Grabbed her by the arm and wrenched her inside his home. He had almost knocked her off of her heels as she stumbled inside towards him. 

Her eyes sought his. The reflection was a mixture of slight fear and amusement mirrored in them. Her full lips parted to speak. 

He placed his index finger against them. Silencing her as he shook his head from side to side indicating she was not to speak. 

She immediately fell into the role she so dearly loved to play with him. She demurely dropped her gaze from his. 

He pecked her quickly on both her cheeks. Dropped a lingering kiss upon her lips and nipped her nose. His arms holding her in a safe embrace the entire time.

He lifted her chin with his one finger. Looked directly into her beautiful sparkling light blue eyes and winked at her. He swiftly grabbed her forearm and pulled her towards the basement. Stopping her at the top of the stairs. He shed her of all of her clothes. Haphazardly letting them fall to the floor in a rumpled heap. 

He rimmed his lips as his eyes roamed up and down her curvaceous naked form. 

She blushed a deep crimson red as his eyes inspected and explored every inch of her nakedness. Her body shivered from the cold air of the room. 

He propelled her down the stairs quickly. 

A remindful "Shhh" coming from him as he heard her surprised gasp.  

The 'toy' had entered into her line of sight. 

He tugged her forcefully over to it. Allowing her only a moment or two to look at it. He pulled her closer, positioned her on it, and securing her to it. 

Reminding her yet again to not speak a word.

And now here they were...

He had envisioned this for such a long time. He had wanted it for even longer. Had craved and desired it so badly he could almost taste it at certain points. Of course they had discussed it, sort of; at least in a playful teasing way. 

She hadn't seemed opposed to the idea but when he had attempted the act, she had allowed him only to get so far. She would move or shift suddenly.  His cock would end up someplace else, not that he minded. 

But today, oh no, today there would be no shifting, no moving, and no resisting at all from her.

He was finally going to take what he wanted. Do it nice and hard like he had always desired and envisioned. He had made sure of it this time. It was a lock.

His thoughts were interrupted by her sudden squeals, which brought him back to the present moment. 

During his thinking, his fingers had unconsciously turned the remote up to its highest speed. 

She was now panting hard. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. She was almost begging him to let her cum but couldn't quite get the words out. The vibrations from the deeply embedded dildo were making her moan and groan and gasp too much. 

He turned off the remote. Tossed it onto the counter. Shed his trousers as he walked over to her, 

He heard her soft groan of protest or was it relief? He wasn't sure but he chuckled nonetheless. 

He realized she was now exactly where he wanted her to be. She was teetering right on the edge of cumming, 

She wouldn't care how hard he fucked her or where. She'd just want to be fucked. 

He knew this stage of hers and he absolutely loved it. It was at this point he could get her to do anything and everything he wanted and asked of her, with no hesitation or protests. She was in the 'zone'. 

He squats beside her. Threads his fingers through her tousled hair, which he always found to be so sexy, and brush it over her one shoulder. He then kisses her bared shoulder. 

He removes the dildo from her now dripping cunt. He whispers into her ear, "Still no words at all. Make all the noises you want, but no words. Understand?"

She parts her lips to answer and then remembers to not speak. She nods her consent. Her eyes catch his briefly. 

He can see the pleading in them. He smiles at her. Run his fingers across her cheek. She nuzzles against his hand  His affectionate gesture letting her know she'll get what she wants so badly at this point. 

He then thinks to himself, "Just not 'where' you think is all," as he chuckles again. 

He moves to stand behind her. He circles his fingertips along her slick back, before raking his nails down her spine. 

She softly moans as his fingers make contact with her back. She groans as he rakes his nails down her spine. 

He positions his other hand under her. Sliding his fingers up and down her bare smooth very wet slick slit. He can feel the heat radiate from her drenched cunt against his palm.  

She whimpers as his fingers tease along her damp soaked folds. Her body shudders in need. She clenches her hands and curls her toes.

He collects some of her hot juice, which has dripped from her cunt, onto his fingers. He slowly glides his pussy juice coated fingers up the crack of her ass and lubes her tight puckered hole. 

She inhales a breath and holds it.

He watches as her entire body tenses.

He can read her thoughts at this point. He knows exactly what she's thinking but he refuses to verbally confirm or deny it. "She'll find out soon enough," he thinks. 

He steps in closer to her. Places his left hand flat on the small of her back. Grabs his rock hard shaft with his right hand. Positions the smooth head of his cock at her puckered hole. Pushes and presses against it. He feels her ass clench.

He quietly but yet firmly demands she relax. 

She expels a few slow breaths of air.

He seizes the exact moment of her second expelled breath and pushes the head of his dick into her ass. 

He feels the tightness of her ass surround and squeeze the tip of his cock. He pushes a bit more of it into her ass. The tip encounters her rim of resistance as he sinks more of his length into her ass. 

She sucks in her breath. She holds it as he rams a few more inches of his rock hard cock into her ass, shoving it roughly past her tight rim.  She wants to scream. She wants to ask him "To stop. That it hurts." She bites down hard on her bottom lip instead and closes her eyes. She feels her ass being stretched by his throbbing thick hard cock. She desperately hopes for the burning sensation to dispense.  

He grips her hips and sinks the last few inches of his cock into her tight ass. The sensation of her ass muscles surrounding his cock makes him groan. 

"Fuckkkkkk. So dam tight and so dam good," he thinks. 

He stays still for a few minutes. Savoring the moment of having his entire cock buried in her tight perfectly round little ass. The heat of her sopping cunt warms his heavy sacs.

He feels his cock harden and swell in her tight passage. He allows her a few moments to adjust. He knows, at least for him, it won't be long now. 

She starts to breath again.

He does a few slow short thrusts in and out of her tight ass till he can't stand it anymore.

He digs his fingertips into the fleshy globes of her round ass and proceeds to ram his cock in and out of her tight passage. His balls slap against her sopping cunt with each thrust. 

He glances down between them and can see his shaft driving in and out of her puckered hole. The sight drives him over the edge as he growls loudly. He thrusts harder and faster. He can't even hear her screams and whimpers as he roughly fucks her ass. 

All he cares about at this point is fucking her tight hole and letting his cum shoot into it. 

He repositions his hands upon her ass. He pulls his cock out so just the head remains buried in her tight tunnel. 

She expels a few breaths indicating sounds of relief. Her body relaxes some. She believes he is done fucking her ass.

He raises his right hand and lands a few sharp hard smacks upon her ass cheek. 

She yelps with each crack. 

Her flesh instantly turns pink then red as he lands a few more well placed smacks upon them. 

He places his hands back upon her hips. Digs his fingers into her skin and with one final hard thrust, reburies the entire throbbing hard mass into her ass. 

The squeal from her unlike anything he's ever heard from her crashes upon his ears. His cock erupts deep in her bowels. 

He leans over her and bites into her shoulder as another surge of his thick hot cum jettisons into her. 

He feels her body quake and quiver. He actually hears the splash of her cum as it splatters onto the floor. 

He releases her flesh from his teeth, lays his head upon her wet skin and smiles. 

He knew she'd enjoy a good hard ass fucking.



Finally



After months of dicking around and avoiding "it", I finally made it to their home. We had meet through a gay web site, emailed each other, chatted a bit through AIM, exchanged telephone numbers, addresses, and talked on the telephone. 

All of this was with Don. Bob would come later. I felt very comfortable with Don even though we had yet to meet face to face. We picked an evening and I cleared the date with my loving wife. I came home early from work, cleaned myself from head to toe and put on the clothes she and I had agreed on, kissed her, and drove off. As usual I left her with my date's phone numbers, pictures, and addresses. 

I parked in their driveway and stepped out looking to the West at a gorgeous sunset. I rang the doorbell and heard a deep barking noise. Don met me and invited me in to their home. I met Bob and Butch, the dog. After a brief tour of their home we retired to the living room. Nice house. I gave them my gifts and we sat down and spent at least two hours talking. They were doing their heartfelt best to make me feel comfortable. After all, the possibility of sex with two gay men was why I was there. 

Don asked, "What is your decision. Do you want to have sex with us or not?" 

The room was quiet and I looked at each of them and gave my answer. 

"You guys are hot as hell, but no I don't think so." I replied. 

"Ok. That's alright. We just want you to feel good and to be comfortable. You are always welcome here with or without the sex." 

A few more minutes of talk and I was out the door after getting a great big hug from two very nice and good looking men. 

[[[Chicken-shit!]]] 

I drove home with conflicting feelings and emotions. Damn! What an ass! 

Now back to the present moment. Once again I cleaned my body from head to toe. Shaved my face as usual and payed particular attention to my pubic area. No nicks or cuts tonight! 

This time I even cleaned my ass as best I could in the shower. Interesting what can be done with a removable shower-head. I wanted to be clean. Just in case. 

We had stayed in touch and after much internal conflict I resolved to make one last attempt. Once again we arranged a date and time and off I went. The usual rules with the wife. 

I parked in the driveway, rang the doorbell, and was greeted by Butch's loud barks. Don opened the door and almost yanked me inside the house. After shutting the door, he hugged me and gave me a big open mouthed kiss. I responded in the only way I knew how. I kissed him back. He grabbed my ass and let me go. 

I turned and there was Bob. Same scene. We broke apart and I set my camera down. kicked off my sandals, and handed my card to Bob. 

"Chuckle. Cute." Bob said, and handed the card to Don. Same reaction. Nice little picture on the front of a tea pot, tray, flowers, etc. Inside was blank. I had signed it, "Or Me." 

"I sure do want a picture of that grapefruit tree Don." I said. 

"Later." he said, and reaching out pulled me, my backside first, into his arms. I'm 5'10" and 175 pounds. Don is 6'2" and 240 pounds. I could feel his hard cock in the crack of my ass and he squeezed my cock through my shorts. 

"Is that a cock I feel?" I said, chuckling. 

"Let's go into the bedroom." Don said. 

I followed Don into the bedroom. It had a huge oversize bed and the usual dresser, etc. 

"Oh, put in the tape Bob." 

"Right." 

Don turned back to me, pulling off his T-shirt. He reached over and started to take off my glasses. 

I protested, "I won't be able to see the TV." 

(One of our earlier conversations was me asking if they had any gay tapes I could watch. I felt maybe that might help and actually cut the nerves a bit.) 

"What do you like? Older? Younger? Sucking? Fucking?" He asked. 

I looked at the TV and a young guy was licking the ass of another guy. 

"I guess I like it all." I replied. 

I jumped a little as Don reached down and pulled my polo shirt up and over my head. We had some trouble with my glasses which explains the earlier try at getting my glasses off. (Nervous Ninny to say the least!) 

Off the shorts came and he hugged me. Bare furry male chests rubbing together. Another deep kiss and he was again grabbing first my ass and than my hard cock and than my ass. I reached down and did the same to him. Nice hard thick prick. 

I heard Don say, "Bob." 

Bob was naked and sporting a nice hard dick. Two large shaven balls hung below. He knelt in front of me, grabbed my cock, and sucked on the head and than swallowed as much of it as he could. 

"Mmmmm." I moaned at the feelings. Don had dropped his shorts and his cock was pressing into my ass. 

Bob let my cock go and stood up. I kissed him, tasting him and a bit of myself. 

I knelt and kissed his cock and sucked him for a bit. 

"Up on the bed." Don said, pulling me up by the shoulders. 

I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Over." 

I moved closer to the center. Don got on the bed to my right and Bob on my left. 

Don kissed down my chest, stopped for a quick lick and taste of my belly button and went straight to my cock. He started blowing me and I was loving it. 

I turned my head to the left and pulled Bob's head to me and kissed him. We exchanged tongues and spit. I pulled back and said, "One of my fantasies. For some reason kissing you while Don is giving me a blow job." He looked confused for a second, smiled, and resumed kissing me. 

After that things got a bit confusing for me. I know I was sucking cock and licking and kissing balls and chests and sucking on tits and ... The intensity level grew and grew until I was short of breath. I almost hyperventilated I was so excited! 

"Off!" I moaned. They both pulled back. 

"You ok? Do you want to quit?" 

"No. Just need some air. Too much too fast." 

I got off the bed and grabbed my glass. A quick sip of iced tea and back into bed. 

We started loving on each other's bodies again. God this was wonderful! And fun! 

I moved down until Don's cock was inches from my face. This time, I studied it a bit before first touching it. I kissed it loving the softness of the hot skin. I moaned as I slid down the fat long length of his smooth cock. The head touched the back of my throat. I didn't gag. Practice makes perfect! I had used my wife's toys for practice and fantasies. 

"Mmmmm." I moaned. And gently blew Don for a couple of minutes. 

Meanwhile Bob had been sucking on my cock and balls. The feelings were incredible. Cocks and balls and other body parts were all over the place. Ready for my touch. My lick. My kiss. My suck. And for them. 

All of sudden Don pulled back and pushed me back. 

Bob started kissing me and playing with my chest. I reciprocated and the intensity level rose again. 

Don pushed my legs up into the air until my ass was raised up to his eager face. He licked up and down my ass. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" I groaned. 

He licked and I felt his tongue probe and lick at my bud. In and out and than a finger and than another. 

"Oh God!" I yelled. 

He stopped and said, "Do you want to be fucked?" 

"Yes. Please. Please fuck me." 

I won't describe the preparations as I am sure you are familiar with them. Lube. Condom. Flat on my back. Bob kissing me. Bob playing with my cock. Don pushing my legs up. Lube. Ass. Fingers. Penetration. Uh. Ouch. Oh. Etc., etc. 

Than Don's cock. His fat cock sliding in. I groaned on Bob's cock and started sucking it for real. 

Finally! 

I am getting fucked by a hard cock while sucking another cock! 

If you haven't been in the middle of two cocks you have got to try it. 

"Move so you can suck each other." Don said. Bob twisted around and we were in the classic 69. 

Don was fucking me with hard powerful strokes. 

Sometimes I groaned because it hurt. Especially when he went in real deep while pushing my legs higher and higher. But there were times it was "Oh so fucking good!" He kept hitting that magic spot! You know the one I mean. And if you don't --- get with it! 

Bob switched and was now on my chest while Don continued to fuck me. 

"Do you want my cum? he asked. 

"Yes." 

He started jacking off while I licked any part of his cock-head I could. And his lovely large smooth balls. 

He moaned and gasped and I swallowed his cock. I must have missed some of his cum, but what I got was warm and tasty. Not sweet or bitter. Someplace in between. Nice texture. Smooth. 

He sank back down and Don pulled his cock out. I felt funny. Empty. Just like the stories I had read. 

Curious I looked at him and was about to ask why when he asked, "Do you want to fuck Bob?" 

"Yes." I replied. 

Once again we will skip the details. Well there is a couple I would like to mention. Getting a condom put on by a mouth is nice. Getting lubed by a warm hand is also nice. 

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Fuck! 

----- 

Guess what? All the preparation and when push came to shove my dick let me down. This is going to take some mental soul-searching work, but why, when everything was right there, me included, did I fail? Got the droops! 

Fuck! 

"I'm sorry." I cried out. 

Once again these two gentlemen, Bob at 60 and Don at 43. let me down gently. 

"It's ok. There is always a next time. Lie down. You haven't cum yet have you?" 

"No." 

"Ok." and he started a mind blowing fantastic hand and mouth job on my cock and balls and ass. 

And again Bob and I were kissing and caressing each other. 

I could feel it, but I don't know about you guys but sometimes when the sex is to intense it just seems to take fucking forever. This was one of those times. I said something to that effect. Dammit! 

Don stopped and got a monster vibrator out of the end table. I don't mean a vibrating dildo or any such sex toy, but a vibrator. Back to work with the large ball-like head buried between my legs and centered between my balls and ass. You know the place! While using the vibrator he sucked my cock. 

I finally made him stop and pulled him up to me. I kissed and licked him. All over his face and neck. Down his chest and finally settled on sucking his cock and balls. Nice! 

We played at this game for bit and he pushed my back flat on the bed. He started sucking my cock and jacking me off. 

This time it was for real. I could feel it coming and at 62 I knew this was going to be a good one! 

And it was! 

It built and built until I was nothing but a cock buried in a hot slippery throat. I blew a load! I have no idea how much, but I do know I was filling his mouth with cum and the room with moans, groans and screams. 

After he stopped sucking me he looked up at me and pulled our heads together. Don pushed his tongue, covered with my cum, into my mouth and slopped it around. It was great! 

We all fell back, Bob on my left and Don on my right. The heat coming from our bodies was unreal as was the sweat. Sex can be hot work. 

"I wanted to taste your cum, Don." I said. 

"Well I did jack off on your chest, neck, and chin." he replied. "That's why it is so slick." 

"Oh." 

We lay in each other's arms for a couple of minutes until Don said, "You shower first Bob." 

Bob showered. 

"Now you." 

I Felt good. Tired, but good. Ass was a little sore, but that was ok. Hey he has a nice fat long cock! 

I came back into the bedroom and slid onto the bed. Don left to shower. I lay back on the bed while Bob, dressed now in shirt and shorts watched the Olympics. 

Don came back in and pulled on his shorts. He reached down and looking at me started playing with my cock. It hardened. Damn he was good. 

"You ready to finish what you start?" I asked. 

"Yup." 

And down he went. He started to suck and jack me off again. 

And I knew. Just wasn't going to happen anytime soon. So much for bragging. 

I stopped him and got up, dressed, and we all watched the Olympics together for about half an hour. 

"Well..." I said. 

We all left the bedroom. I retrieved my unused camera and one of them said, "Next time we will take pictures." 

"There will be a next time and we will take pictures." I replied. 

More kisses and hugs. 

Don said, "I knew you were nervous and concerned about tonight. So I didn't give you a chance. You always had the chance to say no and we would have respected that, but after hearing about how Bill met you at the door naked and that you felt you didn't have a choice we felt this would be the best way. No talk. Just sex. Ok." 

"Yup. It worked, didn't it?" I replied. 

Another kiss and hug from each of them with a "Anytime" and I was out the door. 

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Some observations and feelings: 

Nice guys. 

Good looking. 

Big. 

Lot of body to body contact. Men do, and I do mean do, feel different than women. 

Lot's of hair. All over. 

Beards are fuzzy. Prickly (love that word, hehe). 

Nice cocks. 

Especially when there are two plus my own. 

Nice balls (I like Bob's!). 

Some of the contact was almost painful. Squeezing and pinching my nipples. Almost two hard. In fact, it was too hard one time. Don noticed and backed off. Ok. 

Nice with two men. 

Want to do this again. 

Maybe gentler and slower. 

Seemed like hours. Wasn't! Only one! 

Disappointed in a way: We didn't attempt/try another easier slower gentler suck/fuck session. 

Did I mention intense? Very intense. 

Physical? Yup! 

Did I like getting fucked! Yes! 

Do I want to do this again? With them? You bet your sweet ass! 

Thanks!



Finally



Carl held the hotel door open for Andrea and she smiled sweetly has she glided past. Carl briefly caught the alluring autumn scents of her curly auburn hair as she went by and quickly entered, closing the door more firmly behind him than he intended, and causing her to jump slightly at the bang. They both laughed easily, and then looked around the Hotel room. It was a relatively spacious room, clean and with plenty of light. Carl had arrived in the city the night before, and his bag lay in the corner, the clothes he had been last night wearing draped across it. 

Carl's eyes settled back onto Andrea, who was now standing by the end of the large king-sized bed in the middle of the room. He ran his eyes from her shapely long legs, enclosed in a professional looking long flowing skirt, and then up over her delicate blouse, lingering momentarily on her small but beautifully shaped breasts and then up to her sweetly oval face. Andrea was a tall girl, but still shorter than Carl, and she usually carried herself with an assured confidence that Carl found attractive. Now, she attempted to project that same confident image, her back straight, the curves of her breasts pushing very slightly against the dark colours of her blouse. 

She met his eyes, now that they had arrived after his inspection of her body, and what he saw there did not match her confident stance. Her gaze as it met his was uncertain, and, if he was reading it right, submissive, waiting. This unexpected timidness, so uncharacteristic of the strong willed Andrea, made Carl feel even closer to her, and as he watched her she very briefly licked her lips, reminding him of all the times he had felt those warm lips on his. 

Then realising he had been standing, staring, by the door for too long Carl stepped forward. His stride quickly covering the space between them. Wrapping his arms around her he forcefully pulled her body close against his. She came easily, her body flowing into him. Looking down into her now upturned face and noticed that a glimmer of excitement, of expectation, had joined the uncertain look in her face. 

Their lips met, bodies pressing even closer, Carl's hands moving up her back to pull her close, while Andrea's stayed gripped at his hips, holding on to his worn jeans. Andrea's teeth now grazed Carl's lips followed quickly by her warm lips. They tasted sweet and warm. A tender softness next to his own strength. Her body seemed to melt even more against him, its warmness becoming even more apparent. 

The kiss broke and they stared at each other for a moment. Then with a small mischievous, if still somewhat unsure, smile her hands moved from his hips and slipped into the space between them, feeling at the front of his jeans. With a groan Karl responded by again kissing her as her hands continued to push and rub against his cock, making it throb and harden, pushing back against her hands. 

This time when their lips parted, Carl took the opportunity to begin to unbutton her blouse with his right hand. Meanwhile, he reached up with his other hand and pulled her head to one side, exposing her long shapely neck. She closed her eyes, her breath heavier now, as one by one the buttons of her blouse slipped open, and Carl's lips began to brush the exposed flesh of her neck. Andrea let out a small moan as he began to kiss and gently bite at her neck and moved her arms back to allow the now unbuttoned blouse to slip way off her shoulders and land on the ground with a soft swishing sound. Under the blouse she was wearing a delicate yet simple black bra, which Carl glanced at briefly before continuing to saviour the smooth soft skin of her neck, his hands now caressingly moving across her warm skin towards the clasp of the bra. 

Andrea's hands were not idle though, moving swiftly back to his side and then pulling at the bottom of his t-shirt. Reluctantly Carl took a step back, allowing her to remove his t-shirt and again meeting her gaze as she opened her eyes. The submission he has seen before was most definitely there, but any unease had disappeared, replaced by desire. 

Grinning, Carl looked down at Andrea's skirt and then back up to her face, suggesting what it was he wanted with a mock questioning look. Stepping back Andrea slid her hands down the smooth skin of her side and to the top of her skirt, hooking her thumbs into the waist band and then pulling it down. As she did so she bent forward, looking never taking her eyes off Carl's and allowing him a view down her bra, where the lightly tanned flesh of her breasts was visible. 

She then stepped out of the skirt, kicking it casually away behind her, and straightened up. Revealing a matching simple pair of black panties. While he couldn't see it, Carl could faintly smell her excitement in the air. With a smile Carl then repeated his previous look, first looking at his own jeans and then back up at Andrea's face. She moved immediately, her hands gliding over his chest, stopping briefly to playfully squeeze his nipples, producing a grunt of pleasure, but then heading down to the his belt buckle. The buckle came undone quickly and the buttons of his fly quickly followed as she sunk to her knees pulling his jeans down as she went.

Leaning back and looking up at him she reached behind her back with one hand unhooking her bra, while with the other hand, quickly and without waiting for any signal from him opened the front of his boxers. The sudden release of his hard cock made Carl shiver, and Andrea, her breasts now free from their bra, nipples standing at attention, began to move her lips quickly towards Carl's twitching cock. 

Carl had different ideas however reaching down to grab Andrea under her arms and lifting her up, making her let out a small squeak of surprise, before pushing her down onto the bed next to them. Carl moved on top of her as she lay back, guided by his hands. He let his weight settle on her, pushing her down, but not hurting her. His bare cock grazed the insides of her thighs as he moved between them, pushing them open, and causing them both to moan. His hands moved up her arms forcing them higher on the bed and then settled around her wrists holding them in place. He held her like that, his face above hers, his body pressing down, hard cock pressing lightly against her fabric of her panties. 

Andrea looked up at him pleadingly, desire painted strong in her face, and arched her back as much as possible, rubbing herself against his cock, her lips parting in pleasure. Not moving his body, but allowing her to continue her upwards grinding Carl's lips met hers, muffling her soft, sweet moans, their tongues meeting. Carl then moved his body down suddenly, still keeping his grip firmly on her wrists. Andrea began to complain, her back still arched, the smell of her desire now unmistakable in the air, but the complaint was stifled before it could even start by Carl's mouth enclosing her nipple, his tongue flicking gently, and then his teeth gently biting, bringing a gasp of pleasure from her mouth. Carl began to move from breast to breast, each time taking the nipple in his mouth, sucking, licking and nibbling, until Andrea was bucking under his grip, her legs twitching and her breath quick and shallow. Carl then released her left wrist, his hand instantly going down, and sliding under her now soaked panties. Andrea moaned loudly as his hand reached her pussy, and ran over the hot, wet lips, before slipping inside, his thumb moving up to rub her sensitive clit. Her hand moved to his head, grabbing at his hair and pushing his head harder against her nipples, to which Carl responded by biting harder, making her yelp and cry out in pleasure. 

Carl began to time the lick's of Andrea's nipples along with the rubbing of her clit, two of his fingers now probing inside of her, causing her to buck and moan louder, and louder. "Yes, yes.. please make me cum" she said breathlessly, the first words either of them had said since they entered the room. In response Carl's fingers curled inside her, pressing upwards against her g-spot, and causing her to shudder and cry out as an orgasm racked her body. 

Holding her as she came, Carl gently rubbed Andrea's clit and licked at her nipples, until she stopped shaking. Then wasting no time he released her, whipped her sodden panties off, as her hands removed his boxers, and positioned his hard cock between her legs. This moment had been a long time coming, and finally it was here. Using one hand to open the lips of her pussy he then slipped inside her. She was wet from her orgasm, but still tight, and as he felt the muscles of her pussy contract around his cock he moaned in pleasure and began to move inside her. Slowly at first, but then in increasing intensity as she began to moan and rock against him, arching her back and running her arms over his back, her fingernails scratching against his flesh and sending shivers down his spine. 

Arching his own back Carl began to thrust even deeper into Andrea, his pubic bone grinding against her, and his balls slapping nosily with each thrust. Andrea's hands had now stopped moving, as she moaned and groaned, obviously heading towards another orgasm, and then bucking and shuddering she came. It was all that Carl could do not to join her. Quickly rolling over, and pulling her along with him and then pushing her up, his cock still inside her twitching wet pussy. 

He looked up at her sweat covered body, and knew he didn't have much time before he came himself. Moving her hands then to his chest he placed them forcefully at his nipples and commanded "pull" before moving his own hands to her waist and beginning to forcefully pull her up and down his cock, enjoying her wide eyed look of pleasure, and watching her breasts bounce. Andrea's fingers tightened round Carl's nipples, twisting and pulling back each time Carl lifted her up, causing Carl to groan loudly and close his eyes in pleasure. Joining in with Carl's encouraging hands at her waist Andrea pushed down hard grinding against him, and moaned "cum.. cum inside me.. please cum". 

With that Carl came, groaning loudly and thrusting upwards against Andrea, who herself moaned feeling his cock jerk inside her, and grinding herself against him as he shuddered she moved her hands form his nipples and to her own, and joined him in orgasm.



Finally



I have been asking you to meet me for weeks, months it feels like. Always thinking about it doesn't help in the least. I think about times we've met when I've been at work, when I've been with other guys, and especially when I've been alone in bed. That is my favorite one. I can remember what you've said, what you have done and I can even imagine what I want to happen when I am alone in bed thinking of you. When I got your email...on one hand it was very vague and on the other I knew exactly what it meant. 

January 16th 10PM gas station on Michigan Ave I will be on break so don't be late I'll only have a limited time.

Other plans or not, at 10pm on that day I knew where I would be. The time didn't matter to me. I'd meet you anytime of day for however long you needed. All week I could think of nothing else. My body shook and my nipples got hard when I thought of all the things that would happen that night. 

I left work early to get changed into a sexy bra and undies set and then be on the road, halfway hoping that if I got there early, you would be waiting and we would have a few extra minutes. I get a call at 930. You say you will be there at 955 and you'll get in my car, it'll be less noticeable than the squad car. 

I pull in at 945. I can hardly wait, every minute that passes excites me more. I see the lettering and lights pull in and park next to me. I switch around to the passenger seat, thinking that you know the area better than I (or maybe 'cause I know how much it turns you on to start playing right away). I barely let you get in the seat before I am rubbing the inside of your leg and reaching for your zipper. You start to drive away. Hearing no objections I slide your zipper down and my hand inside your pants. I find you already hard. My hand rubs your cock up the length thru your shorts. I can feel it strain in its restricting fabric. I work your cock free and immediately my lips find the head and circle around it. I love the way it feels in my mouth. I can feel your hips pulling back. Not wanting to stop, I follow your moves and start deep throating you. Cursing and moaning, you pull my hair and make me stop for a minute. I keep rubbing it, playing with your balls, and licking the head of your cock. 

You tell me we are at the spot and say we would have more room in my backseat. I open the door and meet you at your side while you pull your pants up. I stop you at the door and pull them right back down, my mouth finding your cock rock hard once again. Being at a better angle, I run one hand up and down your shaft while my mouth is bobbing up and down the head. While I enjoy sucking your cock so much, I know I need more of you before you tell me its time to go. We climb into the backseat and your hands are removing my bra in no time. I keep up a steady pace of stroking and pulling and rubbing on your cock as you caress, lick and bite my nipples. Your hand reaches down the front of my pants as I moan and arch, knowing how amazing your fingers feel when they rub my clit. You find me very wet and excited. Your mouth stays on one nipple as your hand rubs me. Responding to my moans and sighs, you start to go faster. I am in absolute pleasure. I want to feel more but I need to cum so bad. I can feel myself start to tense up. It feels soooooo good. You slow down after I cum once but you don't completely stop. My clit is very sensitive. Each move of your finger sends a pulse thru my body. I pull your hand away, begging you to stop. I reach for your cock again, needing to feel it in my mouth again. You stop me and I look at you, puzzled. You tell me we have ten more minutes, then we have to head back. My puzzled face turns into a wicked smile. 

I say, "Well you better get back early." You start to object and I stop you by whispering in your ear, "I'm kidding," and pull your pants further down. In a matter of seconds we are both out of our pants and I can feel your strong body as you lay on top of me. I am so ready to feel it. For some reason, you find it amusing to rub you cock lightly on my clit and pull my hand away when I try to pull it into my pussy. I say, "Please, Mike." 

You respond with, "What?" What is it you want?" You continue to rub it on my clit, going faster and thrusting your hips into mine. 

"Come on," I say.

"What is it you want?" you repeat, "Are you ready to go?"

"No." I moan, pull your ear to my mouth and whisper, "Oh God Mike, fuck me , please fuck me now." With my last word you moan and thrust your cock deep in my wet pussy. It feels so big. I take shallow breaths to adjust to it. It feels so good in me. I can feel you start to pull out and I moan, "Wait, not yet." After a few seconds of relaxing myself I nod as to say go ahead. You start slow at first, pulling it out an inch and slowly working it back in. When my hips start to meet your thrusts, you pull more of it out. You're driving me crazy. "Faster," I whisper "please faster." With your hands on my hips and your mouth on my neck, you start to ram your rock hard cock into me. I moan and scream out, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, Mike, that feels so good." I can feel your cock start to stiffen, You go in deep one more time then pull it out. Holding onto your balls as to make sure not to cum yet. My hands find your cock and start to pump it so fast. One hand on the base and my tongue licking the tip. "Cum on my tits, please, Mike," I beg as I rub the head over both my nipples. I want your hot cum all over them. I want to lick it off."

"I can't hold it anymore," you say and I run my tongue over the tip one more time. You grab your cock and start to stroke it in one fast motion. Each of my hands grabs a breast and pulls them together wanting you to cum on them so bad. I feel the first few hot drips of cum directly on my nipples and moan in delight. Your next few strokes land in the middle of my breast. I pull them to my mouth, licking the cum off of them. We dress without words and head back to your car. 

I am so satisfied I don't even want to think about the drive back home. Back in the parking lot we change drivers again and say a quick "be careful" to each other. I watch you pull away, take a few deep breaths and start to drive away myself. 

The whole ride home all I can think is, "Hmmmmm, wonder what'll happen next time."



Finally



"Hi, I'm just leaving now, what time will you get in?" 

"Probably around 6 o'clock. I have rental waiting and should be at the hotel by 6:30. What time will you be getting in?" 

"About 4. I am so excited I can't even stand it. I hope I don't crash the car driving like a maniac. But I should go now...call my room as soon as you get in ok?" 

"Ok...I can't wait to see you either. Drive safely." 

"I will." After a long silence Anne said "Bye Carl, see you soon." and hung up. She already had her stuff together. She had said her goodbyes the night before and nobody was home now to say goodbye to. She hopped in her car and headed for coffee and gas as the corner before hitting the highway for what would seem like the longest drive she would ever take. 

Anne had been thinking about this trip for about a year now. She was anticipating the meeting and every time she thought about it her body would heat up sending the feeling of fire ants from her core out to the tip of every extremity. Her body wanted Carl in the worst way and had for a very long time. He had seduced her mind and everything about this man was pulling her toward this meeting. 

Anne had made arrangements to attend an annual convention in New York for 4 days. She had also made arrangements with Carl to meet him there. They'd been communicating online for over a year now and had become very close. This meeting was the wildly anticipated next step in their relationship. Although they were curious about each other it was more than that that they looked forward to. They both needed to touch, feel, smell the person they had been craving and dreaming about for so long. 

Just like clockwork Anne arrived at 4 o'clock. She would've been later if she bothered to stop for anything other then one fill-up of gas. After checking in, she went straight to her room. The other girls hadn't arrived yet. So she picked her bed and started to put her stuff away. 

After completely unpacking Anne hopped in the shower. The heat from the rainfall of water was cleansing more than her body. She had felt so tense for the past week, but now it was beginning to ebb. She was relaxing, finally. 

After drying herself off Anne got dressed. Her outfit was typical. She thought about trying to get all dressed up for their first encounter but decided that Carl should meet her the way she really is. Not all made up and fake. So on went the black pants and black t-shirt, a little bit of makeup and one squirt of perfume. She sat on the edge of the bed waiting, twisting her hair. 

It was 5:50 when Jessica arrived and 6:00 when the other two women she would be sharing her room with arrived. 

"So Anne, what are your plans for tonight? We're going to go over to the Marx for dinner - wanna come?" They were all grabbing their purses and keys. 

"No thanks, I think I'll just eat down in the restaurant here or go over to the strip and eat. Don't worry about me, I'm good." Anne smiled her best and they seemed to buy it. They left with no fuss. Now she had to call her husband and tell him she was there safe and sound. 

"Yes the drive went well. We're all going to dinner now so I'll say good bye and goodnight. After dinner we'll be going back to the other hotel to visit with some of the other girls. I'll call you tomorrow morning. Tell the kids I love them and goodnight. Love you too. Bye" 

Again very smooth, no fuss. And then the phone rang. Anne assumed it was her husband and that he had forgotten something. 

"Hello?" Anne said very casually. 

"Hi, I'm here." Carl was quiet. There was a long silence before Anne spoke.

"How long do you need before I can see you?" Anne spoke with a confidence and strength she never knew was hidden inside of her. She didn't feel nervous at all. Her heart was pounding and her legs were trembling but she didn't feel scared or nervous, just anxious. 

"Can you give me half an hour? I want to shower. Did you eat?" Carl was still quiet. He seemed timid. Now Anne was beginning to get nervous. 

"Half an hour is fine and no I didn't eat. I'll come to your room when you're ready and then we can go for dinner if you want." 

"Okay I'll call you in a bit." 

"K, bye" and Anne hung up the phone. Her over-analytical mind was about to pick their conversation apart but she stopped herself. She calmed down and sat back on the edge of the bed. Trying to control her breathing she sat very still with her legs crossed, her eyes closed and her hands in her lap. It felt like only a minute had passed when she was again startled by the phone. 

"Hello?" 

"Ok, I'm in room 605."

"Ok do me a favour? When I come to the door could you please keep your eyes closed? I'll close mine too but I would like to see you see me at the same time. Does that sound weird?" 

"Not at all. Whatever you wish. Just get up here." Carl's tone was somewhat lighter now and that put Anne at ease. She checked herself out one more time and grabbed her purse and key and turned off the lights. She slowly padded her way to the elevator. She was breathing slowly as she got on and pushed the number 6 button. When the elevator doors opened she took a deep breath and forced herself to step off. She turned and read the sign for which direction his room was in. Slowly she walked toward his room. The hall seemed so long. Standing to one side so he couldn't see her through the peep hole she knocked lightly on his door. 

Carl started to open the door. "Wait, Carl. Close your eyes." 

"They are closed, baby. Come in here." He reached for her hand. 

Anne took it and stepped in the door with her eyes closed and moved to let it close again behind her. She reached out for Carl's other hand and he for hers. Now she was nervous. She was trembling. 

"Carl, are your eyes still closed?" 

"Yes, are yours?" 

"Yes." 

Anne said nothing but dropped her purse out of the way. She wanted to see Carl and keeping her eyes closed was killing her. She took both of his hands and put them on either side of her face. She stepped close enough to feel the heat from his body but did not make contact. 

"I want you to feel what I look like so don't open your eyes until I say. Can you do that?" 

"Whatever you want." Carl seemed more comfortable now. 

Carl began feeling the contours of Anne's face; the smoothness of her forehead and her soft hair line. He traced his fingers around her eyebrows and over her eyes and could feel that her eyes were closed. Then he traced her cheek bones and out to her earlobes, pierced. He felt along her jawbone to her chin, smiling as he felt a few of her tiny whiskers and remembered the complaining she did about them. Then he felt for the bridge of her nose and where it met her upper lip. 

It was hard for Carl to get his mind to jive with his memory of Anne's face from all her pictures. The sensation of actually touching her and being in the same space as her was clouding his memory. He forgot that she had freckles on her nose. And as he touched her lip beneath her nose he forgot she had a mole there. 

Carl's touch was so gentle; Anne was getting goose bumps. He traced around her upper lip to the edges and down around her lower lip. She opened her mouth to exhale; he could smell her breath. He continued to trace down the front of her pointy chin to her neck. She unzipped her sweatshirt as his palms slid down her décolleté. Her lust for him was making her blush and he could feel the heat. 

Anne needed to touch Carl, too. She reached for his face. Gently as though the sensation burned her fingertips she felt that his eyes were closed. She carried on up to his forehead and pushed her fingers into his thick hair, moving slowly up and over the top of his head down to the back of his neck and out to either side of his face. 

Carl's fingers traced the lacy edge of Anne's white eyelet bra and she exhaled. 

Anne used her thumbs to feel the placement of Carl's lips, so soft and smooth. She rose on her toes and moved her face closer to his. She was breathing in his breath now as her lips lightly touched his; brushing them back and forth feeling their warmth against hers. With the slightest touch of her tongue she investigated the shape of his lips. Then she kissed him. Softly at first and then firmly. He opened to greet her curious tongue. Losing her balance she fell against him forcing him to put his hands on her waist. Their kissing became more aggressive now. Their tongues twisting and turning in their mouths trying to get deeper and deeper inside of each other. 

Carls pulled Anne closer and she could feel his penis hard against her. His hands moved to the small of her back under her shirt. Enjoying the softness of her skin he explored her back and unfastened her bra. 

Anne pressed into him, her breasts crushed against his chest. Still she wanted to be closer. "Open your eyes," Anne whispered into his mouth. 

A rush of heat ran through Carl's body as Anne spoke and he spun her around, pulling her back against him. She gasped at the sudden change almost losing her balance. From behind her his hands began to explore her body further. His face buried in her neck, the smell of her hair and perfume enchanting him. He was moving on instinct now not out of curiosity. He knew enough about her now to know what he wanted. 

"Don't open your eyes yet. Not until I say." Carl was commanding. 

Anne nodded, barely able to catch her breath. Carl slid his hands from her waist to her stomach and slowly and deliberately made his way up to her breasts. He could feel her breathing quickening under her ribs. He slid his hands under her bra and gently cupped her small breasts in his big hands. 

Anne leaned her head back onto his shoulder and pressed her bum into his crotch. She put her hands behind her attempting to unfasten his pants. 

Carl rolled her nipples between his fingers and sucked at her neck. She shivered. Her mouth watering and her heart pounding, she fought harder with his pants, finding it hard to concentrate. 

Carl squeezed and toyed with Anne's breasts. She was squirming with the wetness that was practically dripping from her pussy while her ass ground into him harder. Her movements were frantic as her need for more of him was driving her almost mad. She flinched when he spoke. 

"God you feel so good, Anne. But slow down baby, there's lots of time. Slow down." 

Carl's voice was so quiet and soothing Anne felt her body respond to it. Taking deeper more controlled breaths she slowed herself down. With very calculated movements she finished undoing his pants and could finally reach in and feel him hot in her hand. He moaned into her neck sending shivers through her body. She cupped his balls and squeezed and tugged at them very slowly and very gently. She rested her head on his shoulder again as she calmed down. 

Carl abandoned Anne's breasts as he slid his hands down her stomach and inside her pants. He soon discovered just how aroused she was as his fingers became slick with her juices. He quickly slid his fingers into the slippery folds of her lips. From her tight little rosebud up to her clit, his fingers enjoyed her, but slowly...painfully slow. He pulled her closer to him and she ground her ass into his crotch while rotating her hips. 

Anne took hold of his cock and stroked the entire length of him, all in the same rhythm of her hips. 

Slowly. 

Carl could feel Anne climbing again. He put his fingers to his mouth to sample her taste. He moaned his satisfaction as he licked his fingers. Hearing this caused her to speed up her pace a little. His other hand began softly circling her clit. She was using this sensation with her own motion to escalate her orgasm. She could feel the tension travelling up her legs; her skin was burning; her breathing deep and her jaw clenched. So too was her hand on his cock and the slow controlled stroking was getting faster. Carl was rocking with her now. 

"Oh my god," Anne said. "I'm gonna cum." Her voice was so small and quiet Carl shivered. His arousal had been deepened by her voice's tenderness. His forehead pushed against her back, his heart pounding. His jaw clenched and it was everything he could do not to rip her pants off and pound into her. 

Carl slipped his fingers inside of her and with his other hand stroked her clit faster. 

"Fuuuck!" She whispered.

Anne's moaning became almost whimpering as she came closer, both of them moving in a dance of rotation. Every motion causing fingers to go deeper or strokes to go longer. 

"mmm...Carl I'm cumming." 

Carl could feel the sperm rising up from his balls as Anne's words seemed to fuel is orgasm. She pushed against him and became stiff as a board as she came with a slight yell. She was panting and softening but Carl did not stop. His hands were completely coated in her creamy delight and the smell of her sex filled the air; his senses were overloading and with one more stroke he came. He gripped tightly on her pussy and grunted as the orgasm crashed through is body. 

They stood there in a sort of embrace. His hand in her pants, hers in his. Panting. Not wanting to let go as the waves of orgasm diminished in them. 

Anne slowly turned around to face Carl with her eyes wide open and noticed his, too, were open now. He smiled and she smiled and they stood staring at each other for while. Looking up and down but neither of them adjusting their attire. 

"Hi." 

"Hi." 

"You hungry?" He smiled. 

She looked down at his pants. 

"You have no idea." 



Finally



We are standing face to face. 

I can feel your breath on my skin. 

My anticipation of this moment is at its apex. 

You take a step, closing the gap between our bodies.

My body is slightly chilled by the coolness of the wall, at the same time on fire with yearning.

Your hands are on the wall at the side of my face. 

If I turn even a little, I could kiss your bicep.

Our eyes are locked.

Can he see me?

Does he know me?

Does he want me?

You roughly grab the back of my neck, pulling me to you.

You hesitate and then, like a vampire, you seize my throat. 

Closing my eyes I submit.

I am yours, go ahead.

I lean my head to give you more to devour. 

Kissing and sucking you make your way to the ridge of my collar bone. 

I shiver with excitement.

Goose bumps everywhere. 

You undo my blouse, one button at a time and the thudding in my chest is almost audible.

You peel back the cover and a moan escapes your intense façade.

Briefly you gaze at my bare breasts and then gently take one into your mouth. 

You nibble on my tight, pink nipple, flicking with your tongue, driving me into a frenzy. 

I take hold of your head, my fingers in your gorgeous blonde hair, holding you tight to me.

My insides become fluid as my pulse quickens and my breathing catches. 

Your restraint is weakening, primal urges threatening to take over.

I am melting into your serene dominance and feral intent.

You quickly unfasten my pants, jerk them down and then off.

I'm craving for you to enter me, itching for that filling penetration, but I know that the reward will be greater if I let your body dictate my response.

With your strong capable hands, you pry my legs apart and move to your knees. 

Lifting one leg over your shoulder, you pause, before me.

Breathing in my scent as you look up. 

I am still, yet frantic.

Curious and anxious.

My hands splayed against the wall on either side of my hips.

I am panting with eagerness.

My hair hangs down covering my exposed breasts.

My tummy quivers as I hold every muscle in my body tight.

I hold my breath.

What is he waiting for?

Yes.

Please. 

'Touch me.' I whisper.

From deep inside your chest, you growl your capitulation.

You lovingly pet and paw with one warm hand, while you pull me closer, kneading my ass with the other.

'Taste how I desire you.'

Your capable finger tips trace the edges of my swollen lips.

I watch in erotic fascination. 

Your concentration is intense.

Arousing.

Hunger makes you salivate.

I swallow hard too.

Now the tips explore.

Into the folds of my soft wet pussy.

I exhale.

You test the flavour; salty and sweet.

You look up.

Yes, I'm still here.

Watching you suck your fingers makes my knees weak, muscles tense.

Stroking the petals of my blossoming orchid.

Opening and spreading to liberate my hard clit. 

Oh my God, your tongue is so gentle; the movement so slight.

More; please more.

In one motion you envelope it with your mouth.

I close my eyes and sigh into the intensity of the sensations.

Your tongue flicks, softly at first, then with more pressure, you lap there continuously.

My moans escalate almost immediately, filling the room, replacing the silence with ecstasy. 

Your tongue is long, thick, hot, and now wet with my juices. 

You tease and taunt, trying to make me beg. 

'Oh God Mike' I giggle.

'Your killing me'

I'm close; so close.

You pull back, your face glistening.

Eyes dark and rapt.

Each time I almost get there you slow or stop, you won't let me, till you want.

You lick your lips, savoring my taste and moan with satisfaction and pleasure. 

Ten minutes later I'm craving like mad. 

Enough is enough, I need more.

I pull you up by your face.

Kissing you, tasting me, cleaning you.

The scent and flavour like a wonderful drug.

My turn to growl.

There goes your shirt onto the floor. 

Your cami's off too. 

Damn! No underware? Nice.

You try to regain control, but now it's my turn. 

I back you into the living room, past the window, to the couch.

I force down, because you acquiesce.

Not giving you time to catch your breath, before it's my turn to kneel.

My hands are on your thighs.

Cool on your hot flesh.

They slide up to your chest.

Your hair tickles my palms.

To your shoulders, down your arms.

I take your wrists and move your hands, over your head.

'Keep them there.'

Am I asking or telling.

Does it matter.

I lean forward and kiss you, my hands journeying back down.

I kiss your cheek now, then your earlobe, nuzzling behind it.

Does my hair tickle?

And softly like a butterfly I feather kisses along your neck.

Front and centre on your chest your heart vibrates against my lips. 

You throw your head back, accepting your loss of power, however temporary

I know you. 

I know what you like.

I have thought about it.

And dreamed about it.

And I've seen too.

You like to be caressed.

I will caress you.

Touch your skin with my hands and my mouth.

Your skin is flawless.

The way the hair slightly covers everything is enticing.

To feel you against my skin will be my undoing.

The nipples right?

They are hard now. 

How do they feel under my tongue.

Licking and sucking even biting.

My hands follow me down.

Across your tummy, round to your waist.

Down your thigh to your knee and back up the other side.

You smell musky and masculine.

Dark and fresh.

There they are.

They are waiting.

I look at you as I lower my head.

Still looking as I lick them.

Long slow strokes of my tongue.

'ooo ya baby that's it,' your voice is a ragged whisper.

Your firmly in my grip.

So hard and hot.

My insides are melting.

I arch my back squirming to soothe the internal ache.

My mouth is craving, watering and ready.

I slowly, with an open mouth, lick up your thick shaft, dreaming of when it will ram into me. 

I suck around the hard mushroom tip, swirling it and tasting it, but desperate for more. 

Licking and flicking the sensitive part where the ridge joins.

I stroke you slowly, twisting and turning my mouth and my hand.

I have to close my eyes, this is exquisite and heady and I can't concentrate on much else.

My nose nuzzles in your hair there, the smell making me high. 

Faster I need to taste you.

I chase my hand with my tongue moving up and down on your shaft.

I look up at you, your head tilted, eyes closed, jaw grinding side to side. 

I reach my left hand up and rub your chest, pinch your nipples and you grunt. 

I work my mouth up and down on your cock, barely sucking now, teeth protected behind my lips.

Nothing is going to stop me from tasting you.

The idea of this makes my pussy clench.

Damn I think I might loose it.

You grab my head and my loud moan reverberates through your penis and compels you to thrust deeper.

My hands grip your ass pulling you closer than you dare to thrust.

You're moaning and grunting and fucking my mouth hard.

'Sam, your gonna make me cum.'

You splash into my mouth with one very deep thrust.

I'm still sucking and slowing, swallowing it all.

I'm careful not to waste one precious drop of your sweet, delectable cream.

I clean you and calm you. 

Then pull completely away. 

Back where I started, hands on your thighs.

Your eyes are so patient, peaceful and kind.

Do you know what I'm thinking.

Do you want to continue.

Your breathing is back to normal now.

My body is quivering.

You look so powerful sitting there.

Leaning back in to the couch.

One hand on each leg.

Your head relaxed, eyes fixed on me.

You don't speak you just stare.

I rise and climb on you, my hands on your shoulders.

The muscles contracting beneath my fingers as you hold my waist to guide me.

One leg.

My nipples brush your lip.

And then two.

But before I can sit, you stop me. 

And hold me in place.

Your hands grasping my hips. 

I'm frantic.

I want you.

I need my release.

I'm strong too, I press down and grind you to cave.

'Please Mike, I want you.'

So close now, my own fault but help me, bring me.

You smile so tenderly but with the essence of a wolf.

You tease me, you like it.

But you need time too.

Don't think I didn't notice the hunger in your eyes.

I struggle, and giggle.

'You'll loose' I predict.

You can hold my hips but not my hands.

To pull up is much easier.

And once up you, can't help it, my breasts in your face.

'C'mon Mike don't you want me?' I say with a smirk.

And rub my mound into your chest.

I can smell me, can you?

How long will you last?

I bend my head and lick your ear, sucking on the lobe.

I whisper in a deep sexy tone.

'I'm so wet for you, c'mon, don't you wanna feel me wrapped around you?'

Stone cold, you don't fool me.

You try not to smile. 

But I can see your pulse quicken in your neck.

'Ok then, you win, more discipline than me.' The truth maybe not, no checkmate's been called.

I hug your neck and bury my face. 

I kiss and suck the back as I slide my hand down between my legs.

Little moans, little groans, so close to your ear. 

You sit up a little straighter.

A little louder, I'm going to do it, damn with you then.

Can you take if I cum, right here on your chest.

I am grinding it's shameless, but I have to.

'Oh…mmmmm,' there's no holding back.

What's that, is your grip tighter, I think it might hurt.

'Yes, Oh shit Mike.'

Looking down at you, my hair falls over your face. 

I pull your hair roughly, look deep into your eyes, you kiss my eager lips. 

My hand still pleasing but wanting the man.

'No, not yet Sam, did I say you could cum.' You try to command. 

The crack in your voice betrays you, and so do your eyes.

You forget I have powers and you know you will yield.

I reach down further and take hold of your cock, I know what to say.

'Please Mike…I NEED you…FILL me…STRETCH me with all that you have.'

Sliding the head up and down my slit.

Your hips rise.

On purpose?

You groan and grin. 

Damn you've got this all planned.

You tease me, I love it but want to have more.

Slowly you enter.

I am breathless as you stretch me.

'Oh God you feel good.' I can hardly speak.

Excruciatingly you keep me so still.

'Damn your so tight'

Finally in all the way.

I hurts but it's delightful.

Our eyes are now closed.

The pressure of you filling me is ecstasy. 

Breath, just a minute let me take this all in.

Incredible, this second I don't want to forget.

I feel dizzy and stoned; dopamine over dose.

My fingers dig in now and I think I might faint.

Eyes open, your staring, I need to be close.

I carefully lean forward, gasp a little and exhale.

Eye to eye, my mouth before you, but this time it's deliberate.

So tender you grab my face and hold it static. 

The softness of your kiss, tears my heart right apart.

Moans of satisfaction felt between our two tongues.

But once languid and loving, ignite the tension again.

I fist you, inside me; your hips start to move.

And grinding in circles is so crazy wild.

Your hand flat on my tummy, your thumb rubbing hard. 

I slide up and down as I rotate my hips round and round.

Clenching and releasing, I need to inhale.

I through my head back.

'Oh…God…Mike!' oops too loud.

Who is this inside?

One hand slides up my back pulling my nipples to your mouth.

'Oh shit Mike, I can't take that, It'll make me cum.' 

"No don't. Not yet. Move now." You demand. 

You twist and lay me on the couch. 

Never leaving my grip.

I wrap my legs around your waist. 

You force your cock deeper inside me which I didn't think you could. 

One thrust and two thrusts.

Your body solid on mine, you move against me.

Oh yes the chest hair. 

Gliding in and out so slowly.

I can feel you getting bigger, and harder.

Kissing your mouth.

Probing with our tongues.

My hands on your ass.

Connected so completely, so deeply.

Body, legs, arms and mouth.

I could make love to you all night 

'Mmmm Mike, cum into me.' My invitation so bewitching.

You growl.

You liked that.

My insides pour out.

'Samantha, fuck.' you sound deep and dark, like early morning.

You turn me and move in behind me so we spoon on the couch, allowing you to enter me from behind. 

Your hand tracing the shape of my hip you grab hold and pull me to you. 

Your hand is on my waist and your other arm stopping me from tumbling off the couch. 

You're sliding in and out, in and out. 

'mmm Mike I want to cum with you.'

I clamp tight to feel the ridge of your rock hard cock. 

It gets me so close now I can hardly hold on. 

You burry your face in my neck, and whisper hoarsely, Cum now." 

You start pounding into me harder.

My body building with heat.

My eyes closed.

My head turned.

Keep quiet.

So close.

Listen, he's building.

Grunting moans in rhythm.

Get ready, hold on.

Cum with him, cum with him.

He's ready to explode. 

God damn!

Toes curled. 

In one moan we both cum. 

I feel it thundering through my body. 

We cum as one.

And there it is, the sensation of your cum running through my insides. 

What I have wanted for so long.

I'm spent, and so are you.

But the pulse still passes through me. 

Not quite the beat of my heart.

I hear your breathing.

I am smiling.

Is he ear to ear?

We lie on the couch, with you still inside of me. 

Your arms wrapped around me.

So protected and safe.

I'm tremble.

But I am not cold.

What's he thinking?

Why do I ask I should know.



Finally



Finally, a Saturday afternoon free of obligations, the kids are at Grandma's and lucky me, you're in a frisky mood. I discover this as soon as I get out of the shower, covered only in a towel, you sneak up behind me and tell me not to say anything, just follow your instructions. Okay, it doesn't take much coaxing to get me to play along, in fact I'm a very willing participant. You reach around and put a blindfold over my eyes, as I laugh to myself trying to figure out what you have planned, but I play along just the same. You lead me over to he foot of our bed, turn me around and push me backwards. As I fall back on to the bed, you straddle my mid-section and grab one of my arms. I don't put up any type of fight, as I realize you're tethering my wrist to some sort of restraint. I willingly give up my free hand as you do the same to it. You laugh out loud at your accomplishment. 

Meanwhile, I'm still bewildered.

In our brief struggle, the towel has become worked its way loose from my waist and I find myself exposed. You have me lift my ass off the bed, removing the towel completely. I lie there totally naked, in darkness, wondering what you have in store for me. You straddle me again, and I can tell you're wearing panties as opposed to being just being naked. In fact, you slowly rub your pantied crotch up and down my now hardening shaft. I feel the heat radiating from your pussy as you continue the tease. I push my hips up in an attempt to match your strokes, but every time I do, you pull away. You know how much I love the feeling of your panties rubbing against me. After awhile you know that you could make me cum just from doing that. There's just something totally erotic about it. Panty fetish or not, it's very arousing. I'm not too proud to admit that next to sex there's nothing better than a pair of panties rubbing against a hard cock, especially when they're encased with a beautiful ass and hot pussy such as yours.

Anyway, I then feel you reach down and you slowly begin stroking my erect shaft. Squeezing my hardness between your little fingers, you coax a bead of precum from its head. Still lying here in total darkness, I feel you sliding down my thighs. You kiss me quickly on the lips and let your tongue leave a trail of saliva over to my neck, then to my chest. Circling around each of my nipples, you still have not let go of my cock. I'm lying there smiling, just soaking in the moment, and enjoying the feeling. You finally let loose of my cock, just so that you could cup my balls with both hands, and rake your fingers through my pubic hair. You giggle as again I feel your warm breath on my stomach. I lie there in anticipation, just waiting for you to take my now throbbing cock in to your mouth. You lightly lick and nibble your way closer.

I can actually feel a trickle of pre-cum slowly traveling downward as it cools to the morning air. You move your hand up again, quickly to erase the sensation. But yes, your warm hand feels so much better as it slides effortlessly up and down. I feel a twitch in my balls, knowing full well that you are enjoying this as much as I am. Your tongue finally descends on to the head of my cock, taking light licks and teasing it's hole, all the while your hands are working their magic. A part of me wonders how long this will go on, before you mount me. Another part of me wants it to go on forever. Your tongue follows your hand...slowly, tantalizingly moving up and down in unison. God, it feel so good.

Suddenly, and without warning you let my cock go. I hear you giggle as it throbs, you could take my pulse just by watching it. I feel you stirring again, and then you're at my feet, tying them securely down. So here I am, completely helpless, totally naked, tied spread-eagle to the bed. In total darkness I sense you moving up on the bed again. My heart beats faster in anticipation of what's to come (no pun intended). You give my cock a few more quick strokes, and you marvel at the quantity of pre-cum that a man can emit. I am getting antsy now. I actually want to cum, as my balls start to mildly ache for release.

I feel you straddle my head, your knees placed firmly against my ears. I can actually smell your pussy and the intoxicating aroma of your arousal. Once again you lean down, except this time instead of licking the head of my cock you lightly lick around it's base. I try to push myself into your mouth, but you'll have none of that as you back away. You do however lower your panty covered crotch onto my face, and before I can even take a lick I can feel the dampness of them touching my nose. I'm glad this is having such an effect on you too (it actually makes it that much more exciting). I lightly lick at the crotch of your panties, wanting to taste you. You push down hard, rubbing yourself across my mouth. The satin gets slick with the combination of my saliva and your juices. I listen intently as your breathing pattern changes. Meanwhile my cock goes completely unattended. Not fair!!! But that's okay for now. All of my senses are totally taken in by you. Once again I feel you shifting, moving away.

I hear some rustling on the bed, and before long you're back to straddling my head. You reach down and begin stroking my cock again, using my pre-cum as the lubricant God intended it to be. This time when you mash your pussy on to my face I'm over taken by the slick wetness that is your bare pussy. My tongue instinctively snakes it's way up in to your warm snatch. Meanwhile the feelings in my balls get more intense. With each up and down stroke I feel my balls draw closer and closer. You move up ever so slightly so my tongue can give your clit a few deserved lashes. You let out a low moan of satisfaction. Again I begin moving my hips in time with your hand. I know I won't last much longer. You gently squeeze my balls with your free hand, coaxing me onward ever closer.

I begin licking/gently nibbling ever faster. Listening to your breathing becoming more labored, arouses me all the more. You sense that I am almost close to cumming, and with that you let loose of your grasp on my shaft. You reach down with both your hands, one on either side of my face and hold my head perfectly still, apparently positioning your pussy exactly where you want my tongue to be. With your splayed pussy before me, I begin lapping for all I am worth. Your moans increase as you get closer to orgasm. I circle your clitoris and push my head up at the same time you mash yourself down onto my face. Your wetness completely covers my nose, cheeks and chin. I continue, knowing that you're on the verge of cumming.

My tongue continues to lash out against your clit. Finally a deep, guttural moan and your whole body tenses up. You release and ride my tongue as your orgasm over powers you. I continue lapping up your juices as they pour out of your now sopping wet hole. Finally, you can take no more as you move from head. And here I am again with a hard on just bobbing and throbbing for attention. You reach down and remove my blindfold. Your sitting next to me with a sly smile on your face. I look down and see the matted pubic hair of your pussy, with the pink lips glistening thru. Your pert breasts with the erect nipples poking out ever so firmly. You must be so proud of yourself. Your hand reaches down and strokes my cock a few more times, more pre-cum, no surprise there. All I can do is shake my head.

I then watch as you reach under the bed and pull out your favorite purple rabbit vibrator. You smile as you bring it to your mouth and begin slowly sucking on it ever so seductively. I begin thinking how I've never seen you masturbate with it before, though I have used it on you myself on a number of occasions. You turn it on low and just barely touch the underside of my cock with it. My cock jumps at the strange tingle that it brings. She then brings it down and slowly massages my cum laden balls with it. Now she has me breathing and panting for more. The feeling is intense. With her free hand she picks up her satin panties, waves them passed my nose for a quick whiff, and then wraps them around my shaft. Between the smoothness of the panties and the vibration of the rabbit, my cock just oozed. Giggling again at my predicament, she knew that I was totally helpless to do anything.

She then took the rabbit away. I watched mesmerized as she slowly spread her legs. Her pink pussy splayed open and I could see that she was still completely soaked with her juices. She laid the vibrator on the bed momentarily as she tweaked both her nipples. It's tough to say which was harder, her nipples or my cock. Now I was beginning to wish I could just jerk off and have some relief, but she wasn't done playing yet. She picked up the vibrator and a sly little smile crossed her lips. I watched with great anticipation as she took the fake phallic symbol back into her hand. She teasingly rubbed it against her pussy, spreading the lips apart as she did so. I watched as she pursed her mouth in to an 'o' shape and the slowly inserted the head of it in. I watched as inch by each agonizing inch was devoured by her hot muff. Finally after she had the 'ears' planted firmly against her clit, did she once again take hold of my cock.

She started stroking me up and down with the same rhythmic beat that she had set for herself. I watched in amazement how her pussy seemed to swallow that rabbit. My balls tightened and I knew it would not be much longer before I came. I made the mistake of letting that be known to her and she quickly released her hold on my prick. Meanwhile I could actually hear her pussy slurping at the in out motions of her artificial cock. Soon she was going full throttle. Thrusting it in and out faster, her moans were extremely audible now, not just the low whimpers they were in the beginning. I was transfixed on her pussy, totally at awe. Finally she let out a howl and jammed the vibrator completely into her snatch, letting the ears were their magic on her clit. She held it there, riding out the waves of her orgasm, eyes tightly closed and teeth gritted. Finally panting, she let go of her grip. Slowly she removed the well used toy.

She then took her red satin panties and used them to wipe the juices from her cunt, put them to my nose and continued to wrap them around my cock. Once again she started jerking me off, mixing my pre-cum with her own juices. The panties felt slick around my shaft. Not quite the warmth of a pussy, but they felt good just the same. With her free hand she picked up the vibrator again and started on my balls. My God you have no idea how good it felt at that moment. Now I was the one who wanted to hold back, because it felt just that good. But then again,that was next to impossible.

Sensing that I was on the verge of orgasm, she picked up the speed of her strokes, and gripped my shaft even tighter. I squinted my eyes and gritted my teeth, trying to hold back the inevitable. Just then she took the vibrator and teased my anus with it. That did it. There was no holding back. My balls began to spasm as the first spurt leaped from my prick and landed on my chest. Before the second one had a chance to erupt, in that short millisecond of time I felt the vibrator pushed into my rectum. The second spurt went over my shoulder, and as the vibrator hit my prostate, gob after gob of the white stuff shot onto my belly. She continued milking me, squeezing out every last drop. I didn't know a man's orgasm could be so powerful. I didn't think I was ever going to stop cumming. T wasn't sure if it was it because of all of the teasing or the vibrator? I didn't know but I was sure willing to try it again another day, just to find out.

As I lied there still tied to the bed, she continued fondling my now wilting prick. The satisfaction I felt at that moment was immense. Evident by the cum that pooled on my stomach. I watched intently as she got up on her haunches and began licking the cum from my belly. She must have enjoyed herself too, as there was an obvious wet spot on the sheet where she had sat. As she continued on my cock once again returned to it's full hardness, where she wasted little time in climbing on to of me and dropping her sopping wet, albeit HOT pussy down on my pole. Totally engulfed by her, she leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips, letting her tongue snake in to my mouth. She then laid her head on to my chest and proceeded to fall asleep. I didn't mind. There was more to follow after she woke up. But that's another story.



Finally



It started when I was a little kid.

In first grade, we had to put on a show for our parents - we all had to dress in bunny costumes, like the one in "A Christmas Story", and sing "do the bunny hop" on stage. 

Even though I was only five, I was mortified - how sissy!! But there was no getting out of it. And to make matters worse, we all had to wear red lipstick!! Oh, no!!

I tried to hide behind other kids - maybe they won't notice. But one of the mothers saw my lips UN-red and grabbed me by the arm. She knelt down and opened her tube of lipstick and gave me a really heavy coat. 

I had the strangest feeling - I didn't recognize what it was until years later, but I was actually horny - a kind of tingling in my nuts.

For the next few weeks, I'd sneek into my parents' bedroom, open my mother's purse, and put on a coat of her lipstick. Then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. 

Years later, when I was in my teens, I went to visit a friend who was house-sitting. I went to use the john and noticed a tube of lipstick on the counter. All those feelings came back as if they happened yesterday. I put on about ten coats of lipstick over the course of the afternoon.

After that, I started to expand my horizons, mostly with my mother's clothes, but also a few things I managed to lift here and there. All this time, I'm totally straight I loved girls - I just enjoyed the feeling of dressing. 

Then I married my first wife - a beautiful girl, who loved clothes. Whenever I'd have the apartment to myself, I'd dress up in her stuff, (and she had great stuff - just a little small for me.)

It was about this time that I started thinking to myself "If it feels so great to dress like a girl, I bet it's even kewler to act like a girl".

From then on, whenever I'd dress, I'd fantasize about blowing some guy and eating a big load. Over the next 30 years, it turned into an obsession.

That marriage didn't work out. But my next wife was closer to my size, which was great. I actually looked better in some of her clothes than she did!

For the next 20 years, I slowly amassed a little wardrobe of my own to supplement her stuff. Also, things she didn't have, like a wig and falsies. But my wife wouldn't have understood, so I had to keep everything well-hidden and hardly used.

Somewhere in there, VCR's arrived, and I was able to collect a couple dozen porno movies - ALL of them about cocksucking. I especially liked it when the woman was still dressed, and wore red lipstick. I'd wish I was her. I PRAYED for the chance to have a taste. But just a dream for years.

Then, after a long illness, my wife died. For the first few months, I was a wreck. But as I started to get over things, I realized that there was a silver lining. I was now free to experiment; and, by this time, I was on the net.

I used the net to drastically upgrade all aspects of my wardrobe, makeup, and jewelry. Not exactly Imelda Marcos, but a decent selection of lingerie, dresses, makeup (lots of red, red lipstick), wigs jewelry & shoes.

I also found a cd chat room; after quite a while, I finally met a guy. I didn't give him a picture, of myself, but I described myself as honestly as I could. He was interested in me, but I was shared to death. You never know what kind of nut you're dealing with. But after a few weeks, I got more comfortable with him. Finally, I got up the nerve to meet him. I gave him my address and we set a date, about 9AM.

I got up early that day, showered, shaved extra close, picked out what I was going to wear, then started on my makeup. It must have taken an hour, but I finally got it to where I wanted it.

Then, I got dressed - black bra, panties, and nylons. A knee-length gray dress with long sleeves (as much as I wanted to dress like a slut, I don't have the build for it). But with this dress on, and a little padding in the right places, I really looked pretty good. Shin-high black boots with 3" heels, a shoulder length auburn wig, and pearl earrings and necklace, and I was a ready as I ever would be.

I smoked a joint to calm down, and waited anxiously, looking out the window every few minutes. Finally, he pulled up to the house and got out of his car. As he walked up the stairs, I put on one last heavy coat of my red, red lipstick. When I answered the door, he honestly looked pleased with the way I looked.

He was a nice looking guy. I was glad he was taller than me - made me feel a little more feminine. And, he treated me like a lady, calling me "dear", and giivng me some very, sincere compliments. He said I looked much, much better that he had expected, and that I might be able to pass. 

We sat in the living room and chatted for a while; he asked me how I got started, and a related some of what I'm telling you now. But after a while, I said "Look, I'm nervous as all get out, and I can't think about anything but sucking your cock! Can we go upstairs?" Which we did.

We laid on the bed and kissed a little - but I didn't want my makeup to get to smeared up, so I cut it kind of short (surprisingly, I think I, not he, was in control).

I pulled down his pants and shorts to behold an awesome sight - a nice, beautiful, cut cock, about 8" long, not overly thick. It was beautiful. 

I must have kissed his cock a hundred times, putting on a fresh coat of lipstick after every few kisses. Pretty soon his whole shaft was red. What could any girl do but lick it clean?

I licked the shaft and head until they were pink and glistening, then I finally took the head of his cock into my mouth. It felt soooo good there.

I swirled my tongue around the head while I gently stroked the shaft. In some ways, I wanted to suck him for a long time. But I'd been waiting 40 years to get a load in my mouth. Five more minutes would have driven me crazy.

I started taking him in deeper and deeper, and I found that if my head was at just the right angle, I could deep-throat him, my lips kssing his groin while his cock was all the way down my throat,

After I while, I just got into a steady in-and-out motion. I could feel him starting to twitch - even though I'd never done this before, I had a pretty good idea of what was coming. (After all, I've got one, too)

I slowed down the pace of my sucking, making sure that the head of his cock was always in my mouth. Sure enough, in just a few seconds, I felt spurt after spurt of hot sticky honey filling my mouth. I kept the head of his cock in my mouth while I milked his cock with my hand. I was in heaven feeling that hot load slushing around.

I opened my mouth to show him the cum, then swallowed it all with a big gulp. Then I just kissed and nibbled at his cock as it started to shrink. He said that was the best blowjob he'd ever had, and I believe him - I certainly put my heart and soul into it.

It was 40 years or so in the making, but it was worth the wait.

Now, we see each other once or twice a year. He's got a wife, and I've got a girlfriend - we're both basically straight. It's just that once in a while, I like to dress like a woman and suck a cock, and once in a while, he likes his cock sucked by a guy dressed like a woman. Works for us!!

I've promised him anal, but I'm a little nervous about it. But if I like it, maybe it'll make another story.



Finally



Every year, my boyfriend Rob and I like to spend some of our spare time participating in a few charity/good will projects during the spring and summer. Both of us are very outdoorsy, and we enjoy hiking and camping as soon as the weather warms up. It's a good way to get outside again after being cooped up all winter long, and it gives us something to feel good about by giving back. Last year, we worked with Habitat for Humanity to help build a home. It took up a couple of weekends, but by the end of the project, we had both gotten a nice tan a good workout.

This year would be no different. We had already signed up for a Habitat project in June, but were thinking about something we could do earlier in the year. This spring had come early to Jersey so we wanted to get outside and make ourselves useful. A few weeks ago, Rob had been flipping through the Sunday paper and came across an ad for volunteers for an Earth Day clean-up project. It was taking place the Sunday before Earth Day and consisted of an all-day clean up and renovation of a local park. The park had a pond, acres of woods and hiking paths, but it's maintenance had been neglected over the last couple of seasons due to cuts in the state budget. Trash cans and park benches had been vandalized, and litter was beginning to take over the paths. A duck had recently been found caught in those plastic rings that hold together six-packs of soda. So we decided to join the clean-up crew and spend the day helping our community.

That Sunday, I got dressed into my normal "outside" gear; shorts, a tank top, sneakers, and a lightweight hoodie in case it got cool. Rob was dressed similarly. I put my long brown hair in cute braided pigtails so it would stay out of my face and stay put all day long. Rob liked to call me "Pippi" whenever I wore my hair that way. 

Rob and I arrived at the park around noon, and immediately volunteered to go hiking along the parks numerous paths and trails and clean up whatever trash we found there. So we started out on the path, picking up whatever trash we saw. Before long, we each had half a garbage bag full.

After about half an hour, we stopped to take a break

"Hey, can I have the water bottle?" Rob asked.

I handed him the water bottle attached to my belt loop and watched him take a few deep gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He lowered the bottle and looked at me, catching me staring at him.

"What?"

"Nothing," I shook my head nonchalantly, trying to shake off the sudden feelings of arousal that had hit me as I imagined licking my tongue up his throat. After three years together, I was still insanely attracted to him. I ignored the thoughts that came rushing to me and began walking again.

We continued up the path, picking up all the litter we saw. Before I knew it, we had gotten pretty deep in the woods. I stopped, looking behind us and realized that I couldn't hear any of the other volunteers or the cars on the highway anymore.

Rob turned when he heard my footsteps stop.

"What's up?"

"Nothing," I whispered. "It's just so quiet here. It's so peaceful."

Rob dropped his trash bag and walked over to me, putting his arms around my waist. "Yeah, it is," he responded, lowering his mouth to mine.

We kissed gently, enjoying the solitude. Before long, I pulled back, giving Rob a stern look. 

"Let's keep going," I told him.

"Well now, what's the rush?" He asked, ever so innocently.

"We have a job to do, in case you forgot," I teased him. "We're here to clean up the park, not make out in the woods."

Clearly, he knew I was playing with him. See, I was a little bit nervous because Rob had always had a fantasy of having sex in the woods, but I had never been brave enough to do it. I always worried that someone would come along and catch us, so I'd made it clear that particular fantasy was never going to come true. While we had a fabulous sex life, sex in the woods among rocks, trees, and bugs just never appealed to me the way it seemed to with Rob.

"Well, that's just too bad, isn't it?" 

Rob lowered his lips to mine once more, pulling me tighter against him. I strained for release, fearful of where this was heading, but he wouldn't let me go. I decided to enjoy it while it lasted, since I knew we wouldn't end up doing what he wanted, and kissed him back fervently. The kiss grew more and more heated, and before long, I could feel the effect it was having on Rob. As his length grew against my thigh, I decided to have some fun with him and give him a taste of his own medicine.

I reached down between us, rubbing my hand against him and moaning instinctively when I felt how hard he was. 

"Bella," he groaned in my ear. He began nipping his way down my neck, kissing the soft spot just behind my ear that he knows drives me crazy.

"Rob, you know this isn't going to happen."

"Come on, you can't tell me you don't want it too," he insisted.

"I want you, just not here," I told him. I pulled back, looking at him. 

"Come on, there's no one around. You said yourself you can't even hear anyone else. And if anyone is coming, we'll be able to hear them. Not that they're going to, since everyone else is busy with their own projects."

I felt like I was losing the battle, but I knew I couldn't take that risk.

"Come on," he moaned again, returning his lips to my neck and lifting his hand to grasp my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly, and I searched desperately for a way out of this. I wanted him so badly, I don't think I'd ever been more turned on. But still...

He move his hand lower, finding the apex of my thighs and caressing me ever so slightly.

I moaned, rubbing my hand against him again, and shuddered.

"But the ground is all dirty..."

"Yeah, so?"

"And the sticks are sharp..." My voice shook pathetically as I struggled to keep my train of thought. I felt my panties dampening between my thighs.

"I won't let them hurt you," he promised.

"If we had a blanket -"

"Let's use your sweatshirt. You won't have to lie on the ground then."

That was a good idea. Damn it.

He began pulling my hoodie from around my waist and I felt myself surrendering as he took my mouth in another heated kiss. 

He reached down, grabbing my ass (a move he knows I love) to pull my lower half flush against his. Just when I was beginning to lose it, he suddenly stopped and stepped away. Finding a clear spot, he laid my sweatshirt on the ground and gestured, smiling.

I walked over, sat down, and leaned back. I couldn't believe what I was about to consent to.

Rob kneeled down, settling himself between my legs in a move that has become second nature.

"But Rob, what if someone..."

"Shh... just enjoy this," he whispered gently as he slipped one hand up to lift my shirt. Pulling the cup of my bra down, he flicked his tongue out against my nipple.

I gasped.

He laughed, lowering his hand to unbutton my shorts. Slipping his hand inside, he went right past my panties and slipped his middle finger against my swollen clit.

"Ooh, you're so wet," he moaned against my mouth.

I moaned right back into his ear as he lowered his lips to my breasts once more.

He began rubbing his hand against me slowly, tortuously, as I writhed beneath him.

"Rob..."

"Yes?"

"Please."

"What do you want?"

"You."

"Hm?"

"Please," I begged.

"You want me to what?"

I knew what he wanted to hear, but was so far beyond thinking straight that I could barely organize the words in my head and get them out.

"Uhh take me," I groaned as I thrust myself against his hand.

"Uh uh," he said. "Not yet."

With that, he licked his way down my stomach, and began pulling my shorts off.

"No Rob, someone will see," I cried.

"There's no one here but you and me," he crooned.

And without another protest, he pulled my shorts and panties right off. I felt the cool air hit me before anything else, and it felt amazing. The freedom of being almost naked in the middle of the woods was more liberating than I could have imagined, and the danger of being caught suddenly seemed like the world's greatest turn-on. I was almost disappointed when I felt Rob lower his mouth to me. Almost.

He licked me gently at first, and then with growing fervor. I reached down, lacing my fingers through his hair and to hold him there.

I began panting and moaning incoherent things as I felt my orgasm build. He flicked his tongue against my clit, tortuously. When he wiggled a single finger inside me, pressing up and pulling against that hyper-sensitive spot, I came apart. He eagerly lapped up my juices as they flowed out of me, and I sighed in relief and contentment.

Rob just grinned, looking up at me. As he moved over me, he pulled down his own pants and pulled out his enormous cock. I looked down hungrily at it, but knew now was not the time for that. I reached down, grasping him with my hand as he stooped for a kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, which only spurred me on. I began guiding him into me when he stopped.

"What?" I looked up, confused.

"Say it," he grinned, getting that mischievous look in his eyes once more.

Luckily, my first orgasm had passed and my brain was working intelligently again.

"Fuck me," I purred.

"How?" He asked, giving me only an inch.

"Hard."

"Yeah?" He gave me another inch.

"Deep."

"Uh huh," he prompted.

"And fast."

"Where?"

He caught me off-guard. I looked up at him, perplexed. Looking in his eyes, it suddenly dawned on me. One of Rob's biggest fantasies was finally coming true.

"Fuck me hard, fast, and deep in the woods, Rob."

And with that, he gave me all of his length. I screamed in pleasure, pulling him against me. I tore at his shirt as he began thrusting, desperate to sink my nails into his skin. He began thrusting faster when I clawed at his back and wrapped my legs around his hips, arching up. Rob lowered his face, kissing me again. He knows how turned on I get when he's inside me and inside my mouth at the same time. "Double-bonded," I like to call it.

Suddenly, he pulled out all the way and I whimpered in disappointment.

"Over," was all he said.

Getting the drift immediately, I turned over and pushed up onto my hands and knees. Rob entered me from behind in one hard, quick thrust. He hit that perfect spot again and I came, shuddering against him. I felt a tug on my hair, and arched my back. He grabbed one of my braids in each hand and used them to guide me as I bucked desperately against him.

"Oh God Rob, I'm cumming again!" I screamed.

"I'm gonna come too, Bella. Come on," he growled.

I love Rob when he's being possessive. The moment I felt him begin to twitch inside me, I peaked violently again. I struggled to stay on my hands and knees as they went weak with pleasure. He came with a fierce growl for what seemed like minutes. When his orgasm finally subsided, he slipped out of me and pulled me onto my back.

He was grinning like a madman.

I laughed, enjoying the moment. I sighed when he kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me.

"Finally." 



Finally



Lauren didn't bother knocking on the door before pushing it open and walking into her best friend Sarah's house. She slipped off her sandals then walked into the living room looking for her friend. They were supposed to go to the lake and she was eager to get there early and work on her tan. After determining that Sarah wasn't downstairs she yelled up at her to hurry up then plopped down on the couch to wait. 

"I'll be right down!" called Sarah. 

Lauren couldn't help smiling to herself, she and Sarah had been best friends since they started elementary school and Sarah was always running behind schedule. A few minutes latter Sarah came bounding down the stairs, beach bag in hand. 

"Ok, I'm ready. Sorry for making you wait."

"No problem, I'm used to it." Lauren laughed. 

The two girls headed outside and piled themselves and all their stuff into Lauren's car. Lauren had just reversed onto the street when Sarah turned to her and said "Hey guess who's coming home today? Dan!"

Lauren felt a blush creep up her neck and take over her face. Dan was Sarah's older brother and Lauren had had a crush on him for as long as she could remember. He was four years older than her and Sarah, and growing up she had idolized him. 

Sarah looked over at her friend's reaction and grinned. She knew Lauren was crazy about Dan and couldn't resist teasing her over him. 

Lauren finally composed herself enough to choke out "Oh wow. I didn't think he was coming back for another couple weeks. Wasn't he supposed to stay until the end of the month?"

"Yeah he was going to finish out the lease on his apartment but the new tenants agreed to sublet from him for the last little bit. He should be on his flight right now. My parents are on their way to pick him up."

Lauren was shocked. She couldn't believe Sarah had withheld this information from her until the very day Dan would be arriving back home. She needed to pull herself together, at 19 she shouldn't fall apart just hearing his name.

"I left him a note saying we would be spending the whole day at the lake so he should join us when he gets in."

"Ok great" Lauren managed to get out as her heart started beating even faster. She quickly changed the topic and the girls chatted and gossiped for the rest of the drive. 

Dan stumbled off the plane and made his way through the airport. He was glad to be back home. After taking a year off after high school he had picked an east cost school and with the exception of holidays he hadn't spent much time at home over the past four years.

He was just walking up to the baggage carousel where he noticed his mom and Dad standing there. He mom was waving and smiling. She waved him over and wrapped him in a big hug, obviously glad to have him home. 

They waited for his bags to come and then headed out to the car. The ride to their house took just over an hour so the three of them were able to catch up on everything going on in their lives. 

Dan let out a huge sigh when they pulled into the driveway. He grabbed his bags and headed in. It didn't look like Sarah was home, he couldn't help but feel a little bit upset that she wasn't there to welcome him back. He took his bags upstairs and saw a note posted to his door. 

"Hey Dan! Hope you had a nice flight. Lauren and I are spending the day at the lake you should come meet us if you're feeling up for it. If not I'll see you later tonight!" 

Dan grinned as he read the note. A nice relaxing day at the lake was just what he needed. 

After quickly unpacking he got changed into his suit and grabbed a beach towel from the hallway closet then bounded down the stairs.

"Hey dad to you mind if I take your truck? I'm going to go meet Sarah at the lake."

"No problem. Have fun" came his dad's reply.

This was Lauren's favorite kind of day. The sun was beating down and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. They were sitting in their usual spot, Lauren reading a novel and Sarah flipping through some trashy magazines. The heat quickly got to her though so she decided to take a quick dip in the lake. 

"I'm going to go for a swim, want to come with me?" she asked Sarah. 

Sarah just shook her head and went back to her magazine "Sorry, I'm not quite warm enough to brave the water yet"

Lauren quickly waded in then dove under water. She began to swim out away from the shore. She had been a competitive swimming all through high school and loved the feeling of slicing through the water. She did a mini IM going through all the strokes. After about 10 minutes of swimming she headed back into shore.

Dan saw his sister lounging on her beach towel in their usual spot. She looked totally engrossed in her magazine and didn't notice him approaching. "Gotcha!" he called at her, making Sarah scream. She quickly started laughing and playfully swatted at him. 

"I'm so glad you came! How was the flight? Are you happy to be home?" She bombarded him with questions. 

"Woah, slow down. The flight was uneventful, I watched the in flight movie so the time went by fairly fast. And yes I'm happy to be home." He noticed the empty towel beside her. "Where's Lauren?" he asked.

"She just went in for a swim"

Dan looked out into the water just in time to see Lauren doing butterfly through the water. He had been on the swim team with her and he couldn't help admiring her stroke, she had flawless technique.

Lauren was just about at the shore now and Dan busied himself by setting up his towel and taking off his t-shirt. He had just settled in when Lauren starting walking out of the water. His breath caught in his chest. Where had the dorky young girl with braces gone? The girl walking towards him was a goddess. She was wearing a fairly modest yellow bikini but it did nothing to hide her luscious curves. The colour set off her early summer tan beautifully. 

As she walked to where they were sitting she pulled her long brown hair out of its ponytail and shook it out. Dan couldn't stop staring at this gorgeous creature in front of him. His shorts were starting to feel uncomfortable and he hoped no one would notice his current condition. 

Lauren finally reached her towel and smiled and waved at Dan. "Hi Dan. Long time no see. How's it going?" 

The blush that touched her cheeks when she talked to him did not go unnoticed. Dan knew she had had a crush on him when they were growing up but he thought it would have burnt out by now. He was thanking his lucky stars that she seemed to still be affected by him. 

Lauren's heart was beating so fast she thought she might faint. The moment she noticed Dan sitting by Sarah she could have sworn a million butterflies took up residence in her stomach. She knew she was just nervous but she was still a little bit worried she might get sick. 

God he was gorgeous. He embodied the phrase tall, dark and handsome. Even though she was only 5 ft 2" she had always liked taller guys and Dan certainly didn't disappoint. He was 6 ft 3", had just the right amount of bulk to him, and had green eyes that made her weak in the knees. 

"I'm good, glad to be back."

"The idiot snuck up on me, scared the shit out of me!" Complained Sarah. 

Lauren laughed and settled in on her towel to dry off. The three of them were chatting and enjoying the sun when Sarah's cell phone rang.

"Ugh it's work. Of course the one day I really want to just spend hanging out they have to call me in." She stood up and walked a short distance away to take the call. After a quick discussion with the person on the other end Sarah walked back and let out a big frustrated sigh. "Someone called in sick so they really need me to come into work. I'm sorry Lauren. I don't want to ruin your day but can you give me a ride back home?" 

"Yeah of course" Lauren replied, "it's not your fault someone called in sick"

"Hey, I took dad's truck to drive here, why don't you just take the truck?" Dan suggested. "That is if you don't mind hanging out with me and then giving me a ride home after Lauren" 

"Perfect, thanks so much Dan" said Sarah, already halfway through packing up her stuff.

"You don't mind do you Lauren?"

"Oh, umm, no that's fine."

"Ok great. Where are your keys Dan?" 

Dan tossed his keys at Sarah and she immediately turned to leave calling hurried goodbyes over her shoulder. 

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Lauren kept repeating the phrase over and over in her head as the reality of the situation sunk in. She was spending the day with Dan at the beach, with no Sarah as a buffer. She wasn't sure she could handle it. She knew she must be the colour of a tomato right now. 

Dan couldn't believe his luck. He scooted his stuff over closer to Lauren and flashed her a huge grin. "Looks like it's just you and me for the day" He said with a wink. He knew if was a wrong for him to tease her like that but watching her blush and try to calm down was just so adorable he couldn't help himself. 

Their afternoon was blissful, once Lauren calmed down her and Dan fell into an easy conversation. She knew a lot about him from growing up together and through Sarah but it was different hearing all his stories first hand. He was really funny and had her laughing most of the day. 

"So Lauren, any men in the picture?" 

The comment came out of nowhere and Lauren could feel a blush take over her face again. 

"Umm, no, not really" She mumbled. 

"I don't believe it. Don't take this the wrong way but you've come along way since the last time I saw you. You must have a million guys falling at your feet"

"Yeah well I was what 15? Still going through my horrible awkward phase. It's not hard to beat braces and frizzy hair." 

Dan chuckled. "Well you're beautiful now." He leaned over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. 

Lauren thought she might pass out. Deep breaths she coached herself. She looked over at Dan and felt his gaze burning into her. She quickly looked away. Lauren hated being so shy. She knew other girls would be able to flirt but she just didn't know how to react in situations like this. 

Dan could tell he'd made her nervous and didn't want to push her too far too fast. But he was quickly becoming infatuated with this girl. He changed to topic back to people they had both known from high school and swimming. 

After another hour or two of talking they were both feeling like it was time to head home. Lauren was quite fair and didn't want to push her luck and end up with a sunburn. 

On the walk back to Lauren's car Dan couldn't help appreciating her cute ass as she walked in front of him. Man he wanted to get his hands on her so badly!

Lauren checked her phone for messages after climbing in her car. "Oh hey, Sarah invited me over to your house for a barbeque tonight. Do you mind if I swing by my place first to grab a change of clothes before heading to your place?"

"No of course not. Let's go"

The car ride passed by quickly, Dan kept telling Lauren ridiculous storied from college and she wasn't sure if she had ever laughed so much. When they pulled into her driveway she asked Dan if it would be ok if she had a quick shower before going. He said he didn't mind so she invited him in. 

Dan stood a bit awkwardly in Laurens living room as she rushed upstairs to take a shower. He spent some time looking at the pictures around the room. He had just sat down when she called to him "Umm Dan, I know this is really awkward... but there's no towels up here. Do you think you could grab one from the laundry room downstairs and bring it up for me?"

"Oh, yeah, of course. Just give me a sec."

Dan grabbed a towel and headed upstairs. He knocked on the bathroom door and Lauren poked her head around it. He could just make out a bit of her reflection in the steamed up mirror, but that was enough. He dick became rock hard. She thanked him and then gently closed the door. 

Lauren leaned up against the door and took several deep breaths. She could have sworn she saw desire in Dan's eyes when he has passed her the towel. Maybe his earlier comments meant he was interested in her. She decided that it was time to be brave. If she wanted him she was going to have to go for it. Just thinking about kissing him was making her wet. 

She left the bathroom with only the towel wrapped around her. She did a quick scan for Dan but couldn't see him anywhere. She went into her room and then on an impulse called his name.

"Yeah?" He called back from downstairs. 

"Can you come help me pick out an outfit for tonight?" she asked.

Dan slowly walked up the stairs. When he went into Lauren's room he couldn't believe the sight. She was standing before him wrapped in her towel. It was crazy that this turned him on so much. She had been showing a lot more at the lake today but there was something about knowing that all it would take was a quick tug and she would be totally naked that had all the blood rushing to his dick. 

She pulled out several dresses from her closet, knowing that each time she reached up her towel would ride up her thighs. Thinking about him standing behind her watching her made Lauren's heart race. When she turned around she almost pumped into him he was standing so close. 

"You're driving me crazy" he whispered in her ear. When his teeth grazed her earlobe she melted against him. 

His hands instantly went to her waist, they looked into each others eyes for a moment and then suddenly they were kissing. Lauren moaned against his mouth. This was everything she had ever imagined and then some. The man could kiss. 

Dan's hand came up and grabbed the towel. He slowly pulled it away from her body and then groaned as he took in her naked body. Her breasts were full and heavy and were perfect on her slight frame. He watched her nipples hardened into tight peaks under his gaze. 

Lauren started to blush and feel self-conscious as Dan just stared at her. Then he was on her, kissing her and letting his hands roam over her body. He gently pushed her back towards the bed. She scooted backwards on the bed and then lay down on her back. Using her finger she beckoned for him to join her. He didn't need telling twice! He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, then his hands attacked his swim shorts until they fell to his feet and he climbed into bed with her. 

Dan wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything so beautiful. He kissed her and began tweaking her nipples between his fingers. Laurens soft moans were all he needed for encouragement. He began kissing down her neck, over to the hollow at the base of her neck and then finally her took one of her pink nipples into his mouth. 

Lauren's hands fisted in her bed sheets, she couldn't believe the sensations going through body. Every time his teeth grazed her nipple if felt like an electric current went straight down to her pussy. 

Dan began to kiss lower, and she began to squirm a bit. "No Dan, I don't want you to do that." She tried to protest. 

Dan knew Lauren was only 19 but figured she wasn't a virgin. With a body like this he was sure guys had been all over her. But he could tell she was feeling apprehensive so he pulled up and looked up at her. She had her hands up by her head wrapped in her sheets and her eyes firmly shut. 

"Lauren. Look at me" he commanded. 

She reluctantly opened her eyes to find her looking at her intently. 

"Are you a virgin?" he asked quietly. 

Oh god she did not want to get into this. 

"No, I'm not. But I've only ever been with one other person before. We only hooked up a few times. I don't have very much experience and I never let the first guy go down on me." She managed to get this confession out but just barely. Once again she closed her eye. 

Dan watched her, he knew this must be hard for her because she had always been shy. He pressed his lips gently to hers until she began responding and deepening the kiss. Then he pulled away from her. She opened up her eyes again and looked into Dan's which were burning with desire. 

"Do you trust me?" he asked. All she could do was nod her head. 

"Ok Lauren, I just want this to feel good for you. Having a guy eat you out can be the most amazing thing. I love doing it and I want to give you that pleasure. Let me show you how good it can be."

Lauren hesitated then nodded her head again. 

Dan began a slow path down her body. Licking the valley between her breaths. Kissing over her ribs. Lower and lower until she felt his tongue gently flick her belly button. She tensed but he kept going lower. 

Lauren felt Dan's fingers part her lips and the suddenly his tongue was on her. She moaned and arched her back. He slowly licked her entire slit. He would push his tongue into her then lick up and flick her clit. She was slowly going crazy. 

"Just relax and enjoy" he coached her. He continued to devour her, finally concentrating on her clit. Lauren's soft moans were driving Dan nuts, he was letting them guide him, he wanted to know exactly what she liked. When her hands came down and tangled in his hair he brought a finger to her entrance. As he slowly pushed it in he was rewarded by Lauren's hips rising up to meet it. He worked it in and out a couple times before adding a second finger. 

Laurens hands were holding his head in place and he could feel her pussy milking his fingers. A low growl erupted from her as she came. 

Lauren's orgasm washed over her. She'd never felt anything so amazing in her life. Soon the sensations became too much. She thought she might die if he didn't stop, she tried pulling him off her but he continued flicking his tongue over her clit. Each brush of his tongue caused a tremor to go through her body. 

Dan crawled up her body, a sly grin on his face. He was proud that he was able to make her lose control. 

Lauren let her hands roam over his chest and back and Dan hovered over her. He kissed her again, knowing she was tasting herself, drove her crazy. She had never been so turned on. One of her hands wrapped around his cock. He groaned against her mouth and couldn't stop his hips from giving an involuntary thrust. 

"I need to be inside of you" he whispered in her ear. Lauren positioned him at her entrance and then kissed him with wild abandon. 

So slowly he thought it might kill him, Dan eased himself into her hot, wet pussy. He'd never felt anything like this. She was so tight. Her soft high moans mixed with his low growl. 

Even though he was on edge and it would be so easy to give in and pound into her, he forced himself to slowly thrust in and out. He wanted their first time together to be special. For her to feel worshipped, not that he was just using her body. 

Lauren's hips met each of his thrusts. They were frantically kissing and devouring each other. Each time Dan pulled out until just the tip was in her then push back into her she though she would die. It felt so good. She loved the sweet pace he was going at but soon it wasn't enough for either of them. 

Lauren clawed at Dan's back. Her broken sobs of "Harder... please... Dan, faster and harder" broke the last of his control. Dan lifter her legs up over his shoulder and began pounding into her pussy. The sensation was incredible, and looking down at her breasts giggling with each thrust was about to push him over the edge.

"Fuck, Lauren I'm going to come" he shouted as he felt his balls begin to tighten. 

"Oh god, yes. Come inside me Dan" Lauren cooed at him. That was all it took. One more thrust and he started spurting his load inside of Lauren's tight pussy. 

Dan could feel her pussy milking every last drop of his cum as she tumbled over the edge with him. 

After a few more gentle thrusts Dan finally collapsed on top of Lauren. They lay there catching their breaths, still kissing and caressing. 

The shrill ring on the phone interrupted their soft exploration of each other. Lauren wanted to just let it ring but forced herself to answer. 




Finally



It was Sarah. "Hey are you guys still at the lake? I though you were coming over for the barbeque tonight? Dinner is almost ready so you better hurry up."

"Oh my god. Sorry I know we're running late. We just lost track of time" 

Dan's hands making lazy circles over her body were making it hard for Lauren to concentrate on the conversation.

"Ok well hurry up and get your asses over here" Sarah laughed on the other end. 

"We're on our way. I just want to have a quick shower before we leave. See you soon"

Lauren hung up the phone and then looked at Dan. "Do you mind if I join you for shower number two" he teased with a grin. 

Lauren pulled him up out of the bed and led him into the bathroom. 

"No funny business," she warned, "dinner is almost ready and we can't keep everyone waiting."

"OK, ok" Dan chuckled. 

30 minutes later Dan and Lauren walked into his parents backyard. Dan held Laurens hand tightly, determined not to let this amazing girl get away from him.



Finally!



He was the most beautiful thing Alexa had ever seen. He was tall, olive complected, and had gorgeous eyes...blue, green, and some brown, all mixed to create something new and incredible. They were the kind that changed with what he wore. Today, he had on his periwinkle blue shirt and a matching blue and black tie. His eyes reflected that color exactly.

“God, what I wouldn’t do to have that boy”, Alexa thought. “He’s everything that I’ve never had...and probably never will.” 

“Alexa? Alexa? ALEXA!” Hugh screamed.

“S-sorry. I was in la-la land.”

“Yeah, I could tell. Hey, I need to ask you a favor”, Alexa’s heart-raced. “I need you to stay late with me a few nights and help me finish this stupid report for Mr. Tiniggle. I know it isn’t quite work related...I mean, it’s for my Texas State and Local Politics class. I heard you volunteer with the Democratic Party so I figured I’d ask you. Hey, I don’t even understand half the crap he asked for and I know you’re pretty damn smart. Can you do that for me?” Hugh’s eyes sparkled as he smiled down at Alexa.

“ Of course! Anything for you, Hugh.” Alexa winked. Hugh winked back, and turned to walk away. Alexa could not have been happier. Hugh, that beautiful creature had just spoken to her..her! Alexa, the chubby 18 year-old, black girl. She was shocked. What interested could he have in her? He could have any girl in the office, why Alexa? 

In all honesty, Alexa was very cute. She was 5'6", weighed about 180lbs, with dark brown micro-braids down to her shoulders with auburn highlights. She had brown eyes and beautiful full lips. Alexa was the kind of girl who could brighten the room with her smile. Her breasts...now those were a marvel of their own. She wore a 40 DD bra, at the tender age of 16. When Alexa gained weight, it went straight to her mammories. They weren’t perky, but they were big and that was enough for most guys. Sometimes she hated them because of the negative attention they attracted, but when she got with a guy, she loved them because he loved them too.

The rest of the day ran pretty smoothly. Alexa met some friends for lunch and told them about Hugh’s offer to work late. The girls were ecstatic for her. They thought that this might finally be it- Alexa would finally have a boyfriend.

“C’mon guys. You know how hot he is. He just wants my help with some stuff. He recognizes that I understand the material, and that’s it. At most, he’ll be my friend.”

“Whatever. He wants in them panties!” said Minora. “You know he thinks you’re hot.”

“I’m too fat to be hot. Cute maybe, pretty-sometimes, but never hot.”

“Whatever.” her friends said in unison.

After work, Alexa stayed in her office. She fiddled with the computer, organized her work space, and then it dawn on her; What the hell do I look like right now?! Alexa dug through her purse to pull. out her compact. She look fine. She never wore much make-up, but when she did it was pretty classy. Today, she had done her smoky eye. Dark eye make to bring the focus to her face. As she reapplied her lip gloss to make the shiny and pink again, Hugh walked in. 

“Gettin’ all done up for me, huh?” He smiled.

“You know it babe.”

“Come on. Let’s go to my office, I’ve got all the papers and books and stuff in there.” Hugh extended a hand to help Alexa out of her seat, and she glad obliged him. He left her up with one swift jerk.

“My, my you sure are strong!” She said in her cheesiest southern accent. “And such a gentlemen.”

He smiled and laughed. “I see that Texan is finally comin’ out you. I knew it was in there some where.”

She followed Hugh down the corridor and to the elevator. He pushed the button. A few seconds later there was a ding, and the doors slid open. “After you, madam.” he bowed graciously.

“Why thank you, kind sir.” she responded. He followed her in and hit the button to the 29th floor-ten floors up. They made eye contact. Alexa looked away quickly. They smiled and her face got hot. “I’m sweating” she thought. “Oh no! I must look disgusting. I better say something before he thinks I’m some sort of weirdo, hyper-perspiring freak.” 

“Man, it’s gettin’ hot in here.” she said softly.

“So take off all your clothes.” Hugh replied. Alexa turned quickly. She had a “what-did-you-just-say” look on her face. “Just joking...just jokes. Don’t sue me for sexual harassment, now.” 

Alexa smiled. “No, no...it wasn’t that...you just caught me off guard. That kinda threw me off there.” Alexa’s gears were turning. Just the thought of Hugh propositioning her was a turn-on. 

The door to the elevator opened and once again, Hugh bowed to allow her to get out first. She did and once again he followed her...kind of closely. 

“So tell me Alexa, how old are you?”

“Eight-teen.”

“Ooh, a young one?”

“Yeah, I suppose so. But I’m certainly not like the other 18 year-olds runnin’ around here.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“I’m a lot more mature. I’ve been through a lot more, done more things, seen more places. Unlike some of these folks here, I’ve got dreams and aspirations.”

“Good. You don’t wanna be a lifer here at the company, do you?” Hugh smiled. Alexa shook her head rapidly. The both stepped quickly into a large corner office Alexa looked puzzled. “Yeah, I know it isn’t mine. It’s the one down the hall, but this office is better equipped for what were gonna do.” He was right. There was a high quality color printer, a huge new computer, and every kind of neat-o office do-hickey one could want. A great cherry wood desk was there as well, with three large chairs-the largest positioned behind the desk and the other two in front. “So... tell me some more about yourself, Alexa.” Alexa told Hugh just about everything about herself that she could think of (she quickly established she was single...actually, those were the first words out of her mouth). It ranged from the sad to the hilarious, from the completely random to the well thought. 

“Wow, Alexa. You’re a mighty interesting girl. I didn’t know your last name was Arlington. You related to Claire and Buddy?” Alexa shook her head. “Didn’t think so. They’re white.” There was a pause. “Let’s get to work.”

They worked, and worked and worked some more. Finally, Alexa suggested they take a dinner break. Hugh agreed. They went out and got some gyros and totally chowed down. They had fun conversation and at around eleven, they headed back to the office. At one o’clock, the report was finished. 

“Gosh, I’m sorry Alexa. I didn’t mean to keep you out this late.”

Alexa yawned. “It’s okay. Anything to help a co-worker.” There was a pause.

“Alexa, can I ask you a question? A pretty personal question?”

Alexa raised an eyebrow. “Sure...I guess.”

“Well, you don’t have to answer it, but....I was wondering. Are you a virgin? I mean, you’re so sweet and young...so innocent...”

Alexa was taken aback. “I knew I was out of line...I’m sorry Alexa. Let me walk you to your car and-”

“No, no it’s okay. I’ll answer you.” She paused briefly. “No Hugh, I’m not a virgin.”

“Really?” Hugh was intrigued.

“And I’m not as innocent as I look.”

“Please, tell me more.”

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Well, you know. What you like, what you’re into. Do you like girls?”

“I like to look at girls sometimes, but I’ve never been with one.”

“Hmm. Okay.” Another brief pause. “ Um Alexa, I need to tell you something.” Hugh got up from behind the desk and walked around to where she sat. He squatted down to be eye level with her. “I am totally enamored with you. I think you’re beautiful.” Alexa’s eyes got wide. “I love everything about your body , and from the amount of time I’ve spent with you tonight, I love everything about your personality.”

“Well Hugh, I didn’t know...I mean, I’m flattered. You like me? Well, that’s a new one.”

“How so sweetheart?” he took her by the hand.

“No one I’ve liked has ever liked me back..”said Alexa, making Hugh smile. She smiled too, looking away bashfully.

“God, I love it when you do that.” Hugh could contain his urges no longer. He moved in close to her. She looked into his eyes and he smiled.”Let me kiss you.” he whispered. Alexa closed her eyes, and Hugh gently pressed his lips against hers. They held themselves there, marveling at the softness of one another’s lips. Hugh tongue slowly slid out of his mouth and touched her bottom lip. She parted them, allowed him full access to explore her mouth. He did, gently roaming about, softly caressing her smooth legs and the tops of her thighs. 

Hugh pulled his mouth away from Alexa’s, making her crave his lips. “Get on the desk.” he whispered. Alexa stood and did as he demanded. She sat on the desk and spread her legs, to allow Hugh to stand between them. They began to kiss again only this time it was more intense. Their tongues flicked and licked each other. Alexa gently nibbled Hugh’s bottom lip. His hands glided smoothly over her black, long sleeve button down shirt as they traveled all over her body. He stroked her back, down her sides, and up again across her front. Hugh gently took a breast in each hand began massaging. This caused Alexa to lean back, and break away from their kiss, leaving a thin strand of saliva connecting them. Hugh pecked her on the lips to get rid of it and then they smiled. He continued to massage her breasts, feeling her hardening nipples through her shirt and bra. Hugh stopped and looked at Alexa. Her face had changed. Her breathing had gotten heavier. She had a look of pure lust, exhilaration, and love in her eyes. He began to unbutton her shirt, revealing sheer and lacy black bra. “Very nice” he whispered. He kissed her lips softly again. Hugh then squeezed Alexa’s breasts causing her to moan softly. “You like that?” he asked. All Alexa could do was nod. Hugh pulled the cups of Alexa’s bra down, releasing her massive tits, each one gently flopping out onto her tummy. Alexa looked away, then blushed. She was embarrassed. “They’re beautiful.” Hugh said. He bent down a little to take Alexa’s left nipple into his mouth. He sucked in gently, making it get harder, more erect. His other hand played with right nipple, not wanting it to feel neglected. Alexa moaned softly. She was in ecstacy. He was so perfect, this felt so good. How could she not be in heaven? Hugh then switched, taking her right nipple into his mouth, while twisting and pulling the left. His penis was fully erect. 

Hugh knelt down in front of Alexa. He could smell her. She was musky, and he loved it. “Spread your legs for me sweetie.” She did as told. Hugh lifted up her khaki skirt and saw her cute little black lace panties. From the lighting, he could clearly see her wetness. She was glistening. He put his mouth on Alexa’s clit. It wasn’t hard to find. She had a large clit that was obviously hard, even through her panties. Her sucked it through the material, tasting her juices. They were salty, a little bit sweet. She was delicious. Hugh took the index finger of his right hand and slid her panties off to the side. There it was in front of him- the tender, young pussy he had imagined so many late nights, only better. Alexa was completely shaved. “You know how I like, huh sweetheart?” Alexa looked down at Hugh and smiled. Hugh licked Alexa’s outer lips, getting a hearty helping of her free flowing juice. He inserted his tongue into her and wiggled it around a bit, feeling Alexa squirm, trying to get away from him. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled he tight pussy into his face, smothering him. She couldn’t control herself any more. Alexa began bucking her hips, grinding her sweet puss into Hugh’s face. Her clit was on his nose, and he had reached up to put a hand on her breast. Her moaning grew loader, her breathing more shallow, and her bucking was now ferocious. “Oooooooooooooooo god, I’m gonna cum! Aaaaaaah, Hugh!” Alexa screamed. She grabbed a handful of his hair and held on tight. Her cunt exploded all over Hugh’s face, covering him in her sticky, clear cum.

“Wow, Alexa. You came hard, didn’t you?” Alexa nodded. He kissed her lips so that she could taste herself. Hugh’s face smelled like Alexa’s hot sex. It drove her wild. He unbuttoned his shirt and took off his tie. Hugh was built. “Why isn’t he a model?” Alexa thought.

Hugh reached down and picked up Alexa’s legs. He lifted them up and inserted and finger into her twat. “Jesus!” Hugh thought. “She’s tight!” He began moving it in and out, holding her by her ankles with his right hand, so he could get a nice view of her dark pink hole. Hugh slid in another finger and began pumping it harder. He used his thumb to rub her clit which caused her pussy to flood with wetness. Again, Alexa started moaning. She was getting close again- he could hear it, see it, and smell it. “Show me how you cum, baby!” Hugh demanded. “Show me, Alexa! Let me see how this tight little pussy gets off!” He was frigging her really hard and fast, when finally, Alexa let out a low guttural moan. Her vagina clamped down on his fingers, and four streams of hot, clear cum shot out of her pussy, and onto his chest. It was sticky, but still manage to run down past his navel.

“Sorry.” Alexa whimpered between pants. “No reason to be, my love. That was the most amazingly hot thing I’ve ever watched.” He gently laid her legs back down, leaned in to kiss her. 

“You know what I want to do now, Alexa?” Hugh asked.

“No, please tell me.”

“I want to make love to you. I want to feel my self inside of you. I want to feel the sweet walls of your sex, pulsating against my cock....” Hugh was whispering into Alexa’s ear. His breath blew gently across the lobe. She closed her eyes and imagined it as he spoke.”Can I feel that, Alexa? Will you allow me inside of you?”

“Oh god Hugh, I would love you inside of me.” they kissed once more and Hugh stood up. He spread Alexa’s legs once more. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and pulled down her completely soaked panties. Her pussy was now completely bare, totally exposed. Hugh Unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. “Forgot my belt” he whispered as he began to unbuckle it. His pants dropped, leaving Hugh bottomless, except for his boxer briefs. Alexa was amazed at what she saw. Hugh was huge! His cock was rock hard with a slight curve upward. She estimated that it had to be 9 inches in length, at least. Hugh pulled down his boxer briefs, exposing himself to her. She was sure now. It was definitely around nine inches. Hugh’s long tan cock stood straight out, it’s large purplish mushroom head pointed slightly upward. The tip was glistening with a few droplets of pre-cum. Alexa watched as Hugh began to stroke it. He was putting on a show for her. He rubbed his 3 inch thick, vein-covered shaft, then stroked the huge head. He pinched it forcing a glob of hot pre-ejaculate to slide down the head drip onto the floor. Alexa couldn’t help herself. She reached down and began rubbing her clit. Hugh had gotten her so hot! She needed him.

“Fuck me Hugh...please. I need you in me so bad right now.” 

Hugh stepped out of his pants and took Alexa’s legs into his hands. He spread them once more to marvel at what he had done to her. There was a little puddle of wetness on the desk. She needed it bad. He bent down and kissed her left inner thigh, then the right. Hugh than planted a huge wet kiss, right on Alexa’s clit. She shuddered. Hugh stood upright and took his cock into his right hand. He began to slowly rub the head of it on Alexa’s clit, getting it nice and erect again. He slid it down and rubbed it on her lips. Her outer were spread slightly, from the good fingering fucking he had given her. He slowly parted them even more with his thick cock head. The tip was touching her inner lips, and Alexa was squirming. Hugh looked down at her and smirked. “You want it don’t you baby?” he asked in a slightly condescending voice. Alexa nodded quickly. “Beg me”, Hugh demanded.

“Please fuck me Hugh. I need you so badly. I need you cock in my pussy. I’ve got to have it in me or I’ll go crazy! Stick your dick in my pussy Hugh! Fuck me hard, and fuck me fast, NOW!”

Hugh began to slowly insert his huge member into Alexa. She was extremely tight. Alexa squirmed and moaned has her tiny whole tried to stretch and accommodate this new large intruder. Hugh pushed and pushed, deeper and deeper into her hole, stretching her out. Finally, he was in her as far as he could go. His balls were pressed firmly against her ass and Alexa swore the tip of his dick was poking into her cervix. Hugh began to slide his dick out of Alexa slowly, till only the tip remained, then he would insert it all the way back in. He did this slowly for about ten minutes. Partially to tease Alexa, partially so he wouldn’t shoot his load too quickly. The pumping began to quicken and Hugh began to breath harder. His breathing turned to moans, and he began to repeat her name. “Oh Alexa...Alexa, you feel so good...Alexa...Alexa.” Alexa started moaning and groaning too, calling out Hugh’s name to encourage him to fuck her harder. Hugh leaned down to kiss Alexa as his dick pumped in and out of her twat. Her juices were all over his balls now, making them glisten, and causing a loud slapping/slurping noise each time he rammed himself into her. 

Hugh took one of Alexa ankles into each hand and put her feet on his chest. She was still wearing her black, open-toe heels. The kind with the ankle wrap-around strap. He drove his cock into her faster and harder, relishing each thrust. Her pussy was pure heaven. The heels of her shoes were digging into his chest and her cunt was wrapped around his dick like a fucking fist. He had to concentrate in order to not bust his nuit right then. Hugh fucked his young partner for thirty minutes, alternating between slow gentle strokes and hard, fast fucks. Finally, Hugh decided it was time. “I want you to cum on my dick.” he groaned. “Please, Alexa.Cum on me baby! Cum WITH me baby!” His commands, his tone, it was all to much for her to handle. Alexa began to play with her own nipples, even taking one of them into her own mouth. “Yeah, baby suck it.” Hugh moaned lustfully. “Suck that big beautiful tit, you slut!” Hugh leaned down and began to lick and suck the same nipple as Alexa. Their tongues flicked each other as they ran across her nipple. Hugh stood upright again fucked Alexa harder than he’d ever fucked anyone. 

They were both screaming, moaning, and groaning together, shouting a mixture incoherent things and obscenities. Hugh was gonna cum soon, but he wanted Alexa to go first. She did. Alexa’s body tensed up, her nipples hardened, and her clit throbbed as she exploded for the third time into an intense orgasmic volcano. Juices drip out of her cunt, down the crack of her ass onto the table below them. She quivered and moaned as wave, after wave of orgasmic ecstacy tore through her body. Hugh did not stop fucking. As he was on the verge of blowing his load, he shouted at her “Get on your knees, you fuckin’ cunt!” He withdrew his cock from Alexa’s twat and pulled Alexa onto the floor. She got on her knees and looked up in time to see Hugh stroke his cock to the finish. From his quivering, shining cock head shot this thick, viscous white cream and landed right across Alexa’s lips. She opened her mouth and Hugh stuck his dick into it, sending squirt after squirt, stream after stream of hot splooge into the young girl’s mouth. She tried to swallow the bitter yet sweet manseed, but there was too much. It ran out of her lips, down her chin and onto her tits. She rubbed it in like it was lotion. Hugh’s cock spasmed once more, sending one last blast of cock cream down Alexa’s throat. Hugh looked down at her and she looked up at him, face dripping with cum and mouth still full cock. He removed his softened member from between her lips and he bent down and kissed her. She tasted of his hot cum and her sweet juices. They were in ecstacy.




Finally!



His eyes fall on her lovely smile, noting the way the lips curl up at the corners suggesting of things to come. His heart beets faster a he approaches her and they embrace nervous at first, He pulls away, his heart thudding hard enough to be heard in London. "She's beautiful," he thinks numbly as his eyes focus on her lips again. She is smiling. His eyes move to hers and as they lock, he falls into the intense blue wells that are her eyes. Her hair cascading down her shoulders highlights her angelic face as he absorbs her image. It's like a dream, finally standing there in front of her after wanting, dreaming, hoping that this moment might possibly happen and seeing it in reality is enough to make his head explode with blinding pleasure. His hands touch her shoulders as they remain in contact after that first breathtaking embrace. He feels giddy and light headed, She's here, it isn't a dream, he wants to dance, shout; scream to the world the raw passion of his happiness and desire. 

After what seems like an eternity, her lips move, he loves looking at her lips, sensual, soft, kissable; she's talking to him. He has to stop and listen, pull away from those lovely lips and hear her voice. What is she saying? It's hard to listen when looking at her lips, he looks her in the eyes as she repeats the question, "shall we get going? I'm parked on level three." Numbly he nods and they move off together while the crowd parts around them. The way she moves, graceful, hips swinging, her cadence suggesting of long hours skiing, cycling, running. "She's in great shape" he muses looking sideways at her as they move through the double glass doors into the noise and bustle of the real world. 

******

Her eyes are intense as he looks down into her upturned face, the raw passion and desire reflected there, her need reflects his own as they come together for their first kiss, lips brushing gently, teasing, softly nibbling, touching daring the other to make first contact. He breaks down and crushes her lips to his own, passionately kissing her. Only in his dreams, that spark of electrical passion passing between them, causes his heart to skip a beat, threatening to burst out of his chest as they embrace again passionately, aggressively needing each other taking what only the other can provide. 

They move as one, clumsily navigating their way to the bed hoping to make it there before one or the other collapses with the intense feelings coursing through their bodies. Clumsily grasping at buttons they help each other out of their clothes and, passionately kissing, lower themselves to the bed and embrace fully, feeling the silky smoothness of her legs against his, her nails digging into the muscles of his back as she tries to unite them, body and soul. 

She gasps with desire and surprise has he gently bites down on the muscles of her shoulder, moving to her neck and lower jaw, "god that feels good" she gasps as he turns his attention to the hollow of her jaw line, kissing up the side of her mouth and finally taking possession of her lips again, stealing her breath making her heart beat so heavily that she feels light headed. His hands move down the sides of her hips, back to her breasts as he cups them, feeling them, reveling in the feel of those perfect breasts that he has longed to hold, kiss, nibble. He is in heaven, can this be happening, "Who cares?" he thinks to himself as he loses himself in her smell, the sensation of her nipples hardening beneath his lips, the taste of her. She gasps as he pulls her breast into his mouth sucking, lightly nibbling moving his tongue across the tip. 

He moves his mouth to valley between her breasts and runs his tongue down to her naval, quickly exploring every contour of her flat belly down to her left leg, gently nibbling the flesh inside her thigh as she squirms with desire. She wants him, needs him. Bursting with desire, the need for release, her shortly trimmed hair moist with desire, he gently touches and kisses around her parted opening, teasing, playing with her bringing her closer to climax. She digs her nails into the muscles of his shoulder, urging, wanting; needing him. 

He looks up and smiles, laughter in his eyes as he moves back up and kisses her again gently probing with his tongue feeling her smooth teeth, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as she urgently pushes into his parted lips with her tongue seeking that parallel touch down below. He moves over her and slides his body between her legs, stopping, just before entering her. He plays with her using her moisture to lubricate himself; rubbing up and down around her opening, teasing and massaging her clit with his engorged member. He wants to make this last forever, this perfect nirvana; piece of heaven on earth. 

He, oh so slowly, pushes into her opening, pausing, moving back and forth, enthralled by the sensation as she envelopes him with her moist, hot folds. He pushes further and she thrusts her hips to meet his. They both gasp as their pubic hair meets, the fit, perfect as if made for each other. They move in unison, rubbing, touching, hitting all the perfect spots that send fireworks down her nerves causing her to cry out with passion; flame, as she digs her nails into the muscles of his back, urging him to go deeper, harder, His breath coming in short gasps, he starts to move faster, trying to hold off the inevitable, to make this last. It's hopeless, his lust winning over, he starts to move rhythmically, faster, in and out, lifting her hips off the bed with his strong hands, he pounds into her, lost in the sensation, reveling in the tightness that totally envelopes him, bringing him closer to climax. He cries out as, climaxing, he grabs her and hugs her to him, lifting her off the bed with his forearms, trying to make them one as he clasps her to him. The fire explodes through her body making her light headed as she comes with his climax, crying out, their voices making a perfect harmony to the fire in their bodies. 

They collapse in each others arms, gasping for breath, eyes closed, totally involved with the sensations of their combined bodies; their hearts beating out a rhythm, native to all lovers in unison with each other. Slowly, heart breakingly, they come down from heaven, her eyes closed, he looks at her lips, smiling, parted, with breath coming in short gasps. Her blue eyes focus on his as she leans closer and kisses him with those perfect lips. He starts to talk but she holds her finger to his lips and pulls him close. Lying there, eyes closed, living in the minute, she sighs, gently relaxing, in his arms, her head cradled in the cleft of his shoulder she slowly drifts off to sleep... 



Finally!



This is the story of my first real relationship, and how it turned out to be a much better experience than I had any right to ask.

I had never been particularly good with the girls. I was a little too smart for my own good, awkward physically and socially. But in my second year of college, I came into contact with a girl, Susan, who was just too good to be true. I made a decision that I just couldn't stand there and admire her from afar, as I always had with every other girl I had liked before. I had to go for it.

And shockingly enough, it worked. I was basically courting her at first. She tolerated me, seemed amused by me, and eventually seemed to actually like hanging out with me. Then I just had to figure out how to make sure this didn't stay in friendship mode. By now I was totally infatuated with her. She was smarter than me, funnier than me, knew more about pop culture than me, and was obviously better-looking than me, but for whatever reason, she decided that I actually added something to her quality of life. We ended up in a sort of informal relationship that had ambiguously romantic overtones.

Susan was short, maybe 5'2". Sort of a normal kind body, but first-class in quality: Nice legs that were solid and taut. A cute round face, with great cheekbones, an appealing stubby nose, dark blue eyes that looked like they were looking right through you, sharp-angled eyebrows, and brown hair in a bob. She had a respectable set of round, dense tits, on the small side of a C cup, but with her height they looked bigger. They were more firm than perky, but they had a nice swing when she walked. You might not notice them right off the bat, but once you did you couldn't stop staring—at least I couldn't. She usually wore demure (but still fairly tight) ribbed long-sleeved shirts that showed off her curves without being slutty—no cleavage, no belly button showing. You would not mistake her for a sorority girl. You got the feeling that she knew she had nice tits, and wasn't ignorant of how to show them off—she just didn't feel the need.

But whenever my gaze slowly slipped over her body, the highlight was, to be blunt, her ass. She had the most goddamn fan-fucking-tastic ass I've ever had the pleasure of seeing. I stared at it so many times, sometimes furtively, some obviously, that its contours have permanently burned themselves into my brain. It was round and packed tight with ass-meat. It looked like you could crack a walnut between those rock-solid cheeks. She usually wore some old threadbare jeans that clung to her ass like saran wrap, and it was a pleasure to behold, curving out over the backs of her thighs like a hyperbolic sculpture.

After a couple of months, I finally got the guts up to put the moves on her, which was honestly the bravest thing I've ever done. I felt like she wanted to progress farther as well, but if she had rejected me...well, I don't know if I could have taken it. But I had to go for it, and so I did. As usual, she was far ahead of me, and when I finally kissed her, she practically rolled her eyes in a sense of "it's been long enough." But the floodgates had opened, and we actually started making out on a regular basis. It was magical. She could kiss like the devil, and was just as energetic and passionate as I could hope. I know that this sounds almost prudish in this day and age, but considering my past aridity in this area, I was in high heaven.

After some time, however, I began to wonder if she might really be as interested in me as I was in her, and if there were other guys I didn't know about. I was, basically, paranoid, but with some basis in reason. I always went over to see her, she never come over to see me, for instance. So I started coming over less myself, hanging out with my guy friends more, subconsciously trying to make things easier on myself in case things didn't work out. I just couldn't believe I could have the kind of luck I seemed to be having. There had to be a catch. I was ready for it to all go to hell in a handbasket.

Part of this was due to the fact that not only was she smarter, funnier, etc. than me, she was also more experienced. We were pretty honest about this stuff, and once I got past the embarrassment of it all, I admitted I was a virgin. She told me that she had given a few guys blowjobs and handjobs and had let a few more guys in her shirt and pants, but she had never actually fucked anyone. She had gotten close, but never felt like she had the right guy to seal the deal. She even told me about how she used a vibrator. She was a visceral girl, and I had no doubts that she had enjoyed all of these experiences. Looking back, now I can tell she was giving me signals the whole time that she wanted me to take the bull by the horns and got for it. But back then, I just didn't understand why she would tell me about letting other guys feel her up in sometimes-excruciating detail.

Then one weekend night, after coming back with my friends from a heavy bout of drinking, I walked in an extremely unsteady gait up to my room only to see her standing there outside my door with one of her girl friends. They were talking, and apparently were trying to figure out how long to wait. The friend was clearly saying something about it being time to leave. Susan made a gesture signifying that she would wait, and the friend left through the other end of the hall just as I came up.

"John—there you are," she almost shouted with an gleeful look in her eye.

"Yep, I'm here, what the heck are you doing here," I asked. "Not that I'm complaining—I've just never seen you around here before!"

"I know, I know—I felt bad about it. I feel like I've been ignoring you a bit," she said. "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I said, and after some fumbling with the lock we went in my room and closed the door.

"Can I have what you've been having?" she asked? I readily agreed and broke out a couple more beers.

We sat there and shot the shit a bit—she was a great conversationalist—but then she suddenly put the beer down and blurted out:

"Fuck it. I'm not here to drink. I've made a decision, and I'm not just going to sit around here waiting for it to happen anymore." I listened in shock, since that was the exact feeling I had had when I started pursuing her!

"I'm here to fuck, John. I want to jump your fucking bones!"

What?!?!

Holy fucking shit. I mean, obviously I wanted to fuck her, and every other woman on the planet, but at the moment, I had no idea what to do or say. But, momma didn't raise no morons! When you're a virgin and the girl of your dreams says she wants you, you say yes!

"Umm...you got it! Uhhh---how do we go about this?"

Maybe I am a moron.

"Look moron"—ok, no doubt about it then—"I've wanted your cock for months now. If you don't give it to me tonight, I'm going to have to find another outlet besides my vibrator!" She laughed, and came closer.

I was obviously still shocked.

"Let's start like this." And she kissed me passionately, deeply. Then she broke the kiss, pushed back an inch or two, and grabbed the bottom of her tight olive green ribbed shirt, lifting it up to reveal her magnificent breasts enclosed in a black see-through bra. I had waited months to see those globes—and my whole lifetime to see any breasts at all! They couldn't have been more amazing—they were high and bouncy, with her cleavage a tight valley compressed between the cups of the bra, big round nipples poking a full inch out through its transparent fabric. My eyes turned into saucers, probably as big as her damned big nipples. 

"You like?" she said demurely, an ironic lift in her eyebrows.

"Oh Jesus Christ yeah," I said, still not exactly Lord Byron.

"Then take it off," she said. Oh god—I had no idea what to do. I fumbled with it for a minute as she snorted a deep laugh, then she showed me the front clasp, and I unhooked it, letting her tits spring free. Even without the bra, they hung closely together and swung about with a delightful jiggle. Oh god I was beyond in love. This is where my drinking came in handy, because if I hadn't been shit-face drunk, I would have come in my pants right then and there.

"Well," she said, "Are you going to just let them sit there?" And with that I dove right in, sucking those long thick nipples right off of the skin, licking them, fondling them, massaging them. I worshipped at the feet of her tits for a good fifteen minutes, during which time her sarcastic comments became noticeably fewer and farther between, and her moaning became more and more prominent. Finally I looked up and took a breath, and I could see her eyes were dilated and rolled practically back in her head. After a minute she came-to, and smiled.

"Nice job tiger," she said. "That was just what these girls needed. Now it's my turn."

She moved closer, and slowly stripped me of my shirt and pants, to reveal a huge bulge in my boxers.

"Oh boy, what do we have here," she murmured, almost to herself. When she pulled my boxers down, my cock popped out like a jack in the box, and she stared in appreciation.

"Wow John," she said. "I have to admit, I can't say I'm the world's expert on dick size, but that fucker is the biggest thing I've ever seen!"

My heart, like the Grinch's, increased three sizes that day. Sure, I knew I was a little larger than normal, but to actually hear it, that was fantastic. To be honest, cocks get a hell of a lot bigger than mine. I think she must have been a little tipsy herself. But I was packing eight inches of heat, about two inches wide, and she couldn't get enough of looking at it.

Until, that is, she realized that doing is better than looking, and she needed to take advantage of her own good luck. She leaned over and took the head of my cock in her wet, warm mouth. I have never felt anything so good in my entire life. Again, thank god I was drunk off my ass. I lay there on my bed as she skillfully, slowly, passionately sucked me off in a way that felt so good it almost made me cry. She would take as much of it in her mouth as she could, then bob up and down, then pull off and lick the shaft, then suck some more, all the while using the tip of her tongue to tickle the bottom of the head. I was in heaven. She looked up at me and smiled.

"I had been planning ahead of time to get this all the way in," she said. "Those other guys I sucked off"—did we really have to talk about them right now?—"were kind of quickies and I never really got all that far past sucking on their heads before they came! I've always kind of thought that if you're going to suck dick, you should do it right, so I had made up my mind that it was time I learned to deep throat"—oh, ok, keep talking then!—"but I think I'm going to have to put off that particular objective for a little longer."—fuck no, try, just try!—"I think I could get the length down, but you've got one thick sonuvabitch down here! We'll just have to practice, practice, practice," she finished with a sultry grin, winking, and my heart melted.

That said, I wanted to have my dick goddamn sucked, and when she went back to work, I felt no compunction against using my hands to help push her head down a little farther each time. Within five minutes, she had at least half my dick in her mouth and the first inch or so of her esophagus. She was obviously having some problems deriving from the fact that her throat was just too damn slender a hole for my hog—even her mouth was tightly stretched around my shaft. But by this point, it didn't matter how far in I was, because that mouth was like paradise, and I couldn't take it any more.

"Oh god," I said, "Oh god!" My balls tightened, and my shaft throbbed, and I actually pushed in another half inch as my hips spasmed in delight. "I'm going to come." But instead of pulling off as I expected, she just pulled out so that my head was out of her throat but within the perimeter of her lips. When I came, she kept a tight seal around me with her mouth, and started to greedily suck down all I had to offer. Or at least I think that was the plan. My cock is big, but no record-holder; my ejaculation, on the other hand, is Olympics-level. 

Now, the fact that I was a virgin doesn't exactly mean I had never come before—I had turned on the ol' goo fountain more times than I could count, it was always just in my own hand. So I had a pretty good idea of how much I could shoot off, and normally it was kind of a hassle just from the point of view of having to clean it all up afterwards. But apparently the addition of another biological, as opposed to imaginary, organism into the equation really shook things up—because I spewed forth more cum in that one blast than I had in the last month of jerking off. It shot out with the energy of a shaken-up can of soda.

I filled her mouth, and she swallowed, and I filled her mouth again, and she swallowed again, until I finally filled her mouth a fifth time, and she just couldn't keep with up with the swallowing anymore. The seal of her lips puckered open, and a flood of gooey sperm and spit flooded down her chin and neck, dripping onto her tits and stomach. My white viscous cum looked blasphemously sexy on her seemingly-innocent, cute face. Her nipples stood up even more when the warm wet dollops of drool fell onto their soft flesh.

She smiled, looked up at me, sexily swirled her tongue around her lips and chin, sweeping up the cum, and said in a deep-throated voice, "Mmm, that was really fucking good. I want some more!" Her hands ran over her chest, massaging the cum into her body.

Jesus Christ. Who had I been with all this time? I had no idea she was such a...well, a wanton whore, basically!

"Your turn, bad boy." She stood up and yanked down her jeans and black cotton panties, revealing a nicely tended snatch, which she proceeded to show to me in all its glory by lying down on her back and spreading her legs wide. "Dive in buddy."

"Uhhh," I said. "I'm not sure I know exactly how to deal with that fella."

"Just jump in and I'll give you the tour," she said, meanwhile using her fingers to swirl up some more of the cum on her tits and pop it into her mouth. Hey, I've always said you can't say "no" to a girl who's sucking your cum off her tits!

So I got on my knees and moved in close, and started just licking away at that fucker. Hey, not bad. And judging by the moans, she was fine with my bumbling strategies.

"OK, now just a little higher—get that nubbin there—ah yeah." She taught me about the alphabet and a few other techniques, and with a little injection of enthusiasm on my part, I soon had her clutching the sheets and writing around, her hips bucking up and down and her cunt walls doing crunches, before opening up like a flower to the sun.

Goddamn, I just gave a girl an orgasm!

She lay there panting, "Fuck, John, that was the best fucking time I've ever head down there!"

"Well, I owed you," I said.

"That's true," she said, "Now let's get down to some real business." She pulled me up on top of her, and grabbed down at the root of my cock. "Let's put this thing to work! I've wanted a real live dick in me for a long fucking time John—don't disappoint me!"

I don't think it even needs to be mentioned that I was hard as a rock again, and my normal worry-wart personality was completely submerged by the alcohol, so disappointing her (which I probably should have been worried about, considering I had no idea what I was doing) was just not one of the things on my mind. She slipped the head of my cock right inside the folds of her cunt, and I felt like I was on a rocket ship to heaven. I had never felt or expected to feel anything as good as that. I thought her mouth was amazing, but her cunt...I couldn't even imagine something like this existed. Her pussy walls clutched against my slowly-advancing rod, squeezing with a warm, luscious feel, like a wet sponge dipped in liquid heat. Now I was thanking god that not only was I hammered, but I had also just come a half hour ago, because otherwise I would have lasted about a minute in that furnace.

I gradually slid my cock up her canal, not stopping until I was balls-deep, and I could tell my thickness was a new experience for her. She had loosened up from my oral orgasm, but wasn't quite ready for how ample a tool I had at my disposal. She was writhing beneath me. At first she was almost trying to play it cool, be the teacher, but her pussy was getting taught a lesson itself. Her face alternated between being ecstatically open, with her eyes and mouth wide, to slack and doped-out looking, eyelids drooping and mouth rubbery. Her hands grabbed me as tight as they could, and her legs wrapped around my back. She started making animal-like groans. Her snatch was rhythmically clutching and releasing my cock. Her tits were tight and her nipples erect.

After maybe five minutes of this, I started getting my confidence, and I really started to put my back into it, so to speak. I pulled almost all the way out, and I could see an expression on her face that I could only call fear—the fear of losing the joy my cock was bringing her! No worries though, I wasn't going anywhere! I rammed back in, and started fucking the living shit out of her. I had waited for months to do this with her, and years upon years to do it to any girl, so I was not holding back. Who knew when I would get another chance? I was fucking with the ferocity of a tiger, the power of a bomb. Her body jiggled below me, like a fishing boat in a hurricane, unable to control itself. Her tits were flying every which way, even her face was shaking around on her skull, it was like every muscle was slack and out of control except for her cunt, which kept up its job of holding on tight.

I grabbed on her tits with both hands, feeling those great knockers, then grabbed her rock hard ass. I stopped for a second, and pulled her legs up on top of my shoulders.

"Uh, uh, fuuuuuuuck," she moaned. I think she wasn't sure she could stand the extra degree of penetration she was about to get. Now I had even more unfettered access to that sweet, sweet fucking cunt. I crammed my meat in there with a thousand thrusts, and she was literally screaming, barely able to fuck back at me, just a leaf in the wind. Finally I neared climax, and told her to get ready, but she didn't even seem able to respond anymore. I gave it one last stroke, and when the root of my cock collided up against the outside of her cunt, the other end of my cock started to discharge volley after volley of my cum on the inside of her cunt, carrying on the momentum of my last powerful stroke. My cockhead kept spurting for what seemed like a few solid minutes of ejaculation, filling her pussy and dripping out the sides, leaving her pussy's lips wet and gooey. The cum trailed down her asshole and all over her thighs. I put her legs down and lay on top of her, my cock slowly deflating inside, and we looked at each other in the eye.

It was a special moment. I was released from a lifetime of virginity. I knew that it was possible for a girl to want to have sex with me, and I could do a pretty good job of doing it. We were connected together even more strongly than we ever had been before.

So I thought we might lay there in relaxed bliss and then go to sleep. But no!

She sat up and rolled me on my back.

"Ok, tiger," she said, "More where that's coming from. But this time I'm in the driver's seat." My cock was a little soft, and she looked down. "Ok, let's get this guy ready." She slithered down and laid the head of my cock between those wonderful tits. A few rubs between those soft-but-dense cushions was all it took to get me back to the rigidity of steel, but she played around with it for a while longer, rolling it against her nipples, along the bottom of her tits, and between her cleavage, which I leisurely gazed at as her tits hung down like hemispheric globes from her body.




Finally!



But enough was enough, and she sat up, lifted herself up on her knees, shuffled over my hips, and plunged her cunt down on my rod, taking it all the way up inside her slit as she did so. Her body was little more acclimated to my size now, and while it was obvious from the joy on her face that she loved it, she was now in conscious control. For the next half hour, she rode me, using my cock to fuck herself silly. This time I was the one who lay there, practically insensibly, only sometimes having the presence of mind to fuck back as I stared at those awesome tits, an overflowing handful, bouncing up and down like crazy. Her stomach was flat and toned, her nipples so damn thick, like thimbles, her hips wide and round. Her face and body were sweaty, and her cunt was dripping out rivulets of her own cream along with the rivers of my cum that I had deposited inside just a bit earlier. My torso and hips were getting covered with our combined goo as she repeatedly impaled herself on my sword. She came three goddamn times on my shaft, and finally came close to collapse, unable to move her legs any more. It was like she would have fucked herself to death, like it was a drug, and the only thing stopping her was pure physical exhaustion. Luckily, I was almost there too, even after having come a couple times already that evening, and after a few more strokes on my part, I was able to blast off my last orgasm of the night, shooting another couple tablespoons of cum up into her womb. Not as much as before, since I had pretty much exhausted my reserves, but it was still a respectful amount, enough so that when she toppled off me insensibly, it sloshed out of her gapingly-open hole of a cunt with the viscosity of a bottle of motor oil that had been tipped over on its side.

This time we did sleep, the sleep of the truly exhausted and spent, laying there on top of the sheets, legs intertwined like a pretzel, cum all over our bodies and the bed.

When the light shone in the window in the morning, I felt a kick in my side. I saw her kneeling there, on her hands and knees, ass facing me, her thighs crusted with dried white cream, although her genitals were actually still dripping. Without even giving me a chance to slowly come to grips with what we had done, she spoke in a sultry, purring voice—she had a deep, throaty voice like Lauren Bacall—

"Wake up sleepy head. This is your lucky day."

And with that, she pulled her asscheeks apart with two hands.

"In for a penny, in for a pound," she said. I'm not going to have my first real fuck and not go all the way with my other fantasies." Umm, a girl whose fantasy is getting fucked in the ass? Count me in for this chick for the rest of my life!

I had a little morning wood already, and it instantly inflated to dirigible size.

"Are you sure?" I said (hoping against hope that she was).

"John, let me be very explicit—my ass has been craving some cock for about as long as I've been aware you could stick one in it—now get over her and stick that log in my shitter before I change my mind!"

Well, I wasn't going to let her talk shit like that! I hopped right on up behind her, taking a second to admire her amazing posterior. I couldn't even really believe where I was right now. I had lusted after this girl forever—after all girls forever—and had fantasized about what she might look like naked every night (and afternoon and morning) ever since I had met her. I fantasized about what my cock might feel like in her mouth. I fantasized about what her tits were like. I fantasized about what it might feel like to fuck her. But it was only in my most wildly unrealistic masturbatory dreams that I ever thought about fucking her delicious ass. Sure, she had beautiful, sultry bee-stung lips that were basically designed to wrap around a cock. Sure, the way her awesome C-cup tits hung down from her chest right now was a like a study in the aesthetics of curves, something that a million modernist sculptors have spent their lives trying to achieve, delicious nipples hanging off them like stalactites, creating hard, straight counterpoints to the arcs of her breasts. Sure her legs were curvy and toned. Sure her pussy, as I could see right now, was gaping open and wet. But holy fuck, her ass was a fucking masterpiece, a curvy arch of alabaster, an icon of rock-hard flesh where all the lines and curves were brought inescapably together into one point, the way a black hole absorbs gravity, except that this was a brown hole, no less tight or hot of a singularity. Her shit-hole—which is not to downplay the rest of the ass, because it was amazing—was now the focus of my entire self. My eyes were drawn to it like iron shavings to a magnet. And then as I watched, her ass cheeks flexed...her cunt muscles flexed...and then finally her sphincter puckered, just a teeny bit. Oh my god it was hot.

I was going to somehow put my two-inch-thick cock in there if it took me all goddamn day. The marines on D-Day weren't so fired up about their invasion as I was about mine. But I guess I was sitting there admiring a bit too long, because...

"Ok then if you don't want to fuck my asshole, I guess I understand," she said playfully, and started to let her checks come back together, and the teeny pucker in her hole closed up.

"NO!" I yelled. I took hold of my dick, aimed it, and pressed in to her butt. It offered too much resistance, though, and I couldn't get even a bit of the head in at first.

But she was encouraging: "Push harder," she grunted. "My asshole just doesn't know what's good for it. Teach it a lesson!"

I ran my hand quickly under her cunt, wiping up some of last night's cum and rubbing it over her hole, making her body shiver noticeably. I reacquired my newly-lubricated target and pressed harder, and this time her anal ring released a bit. I got in the head, which on my cock is not the thickest part—I'm biggest about halfway down the shaft. All this time, I had been mentally describing her asshole as "vice-like," but I had no idea it was actually going to be like my cock was caught in a woodshop vice! It was like Chinese finger-cuffs, the more I moved, the more I was stuck.

But I perservered, and got in another inch. At this point, her arms collapsed, and she lay face down in the bed, just her ass in the air. I pressed again. Half an inch. I could hear grunting and mumbling from the bed, but I was in another world, and I don't know if I would have heard a fucking marching band going by, I was so focused. I kept pressing forward bit by bit, but now we were at the thickest section of my cock, and I couldn't move forward any more. Half of my cock was now under incredible pressure, and the other half was free as a bird. Her sphincter was like a rubber band wrapped around my cock three times too many, and the pressure there was killing me, so I pulled out a bit, prompting a whine on her part. Then I rammed in again with some real momentum, and this time got in two full extra inches.

I pulled out, and rammed in again, and was rewarded with another inch. God, her asshole was stretched obscenely around my cock—a brown ring that was quickly turning red. How could this small orifice possibly swallow this much tubesteak? But now I had the technique I needed for that last inch, and although I was getting diminishing returns, it was working. In and out, in and out, in and out. And then...I was balls-deep in her shitter. The sounds from below were almost hilarious—a mix of moans, swallowed screams, and exultation. Apparently we had both just reached a fantasy plateau, and were feeling just as much joy as pressure.

I just sat there a second, wallowing in my own ecstasy. My cock was entirely inside the ass of the girl of my dreams. I couldn't see it any more, it was just gone—gone inside a furnace of heat and pressure. This ass of hers should be put to use making diamonds or fossils or something! Her sphincter, at least, was loosening up some—it was no longer like a noose at the base of my cock. It was just the tunnel itself that was tight, and at least that was now evenly distributed along my rod.

Well, enough was enough—time for action. I started my in-and-out rhythm again, except of course this time I wasn't going further in each time, so I decided to see how far I could pull out and still go all the way back in. It was still pretty unyielding—I found that if I went halfway out, I could only get a couple inches back in. So I took it as a challenge. Soon I was up to a three-inch stroke, then after a few minutes I was working a four-inch stroke. Her body was quivering, her thighs unsteady. She started to bead up in sweat, particularly around the valley of her ass cheeks. Five inches, six, seven—I was pulling out to the head, then ramming back in. Holy shit, this was amazing. We had been going at it for about half an hour now, and I was getting close to my limit. Coming three times last night had given me some staying power, because otherwise there was no way I could have lasted in this fantasy-heaven situation. Then she came—she actually came from getting fucked in the ass!

"Grab my tits!" she yelled, and I did, holding on to them like handles, mauling their diamond-like nipples with no subtlety at all, and she came even more, wracked by the orgasm, which translated all the way down to the muscles inside her asshole, and triggered my own detonation of cum. My body practically had a seizure, and I blasted out cum like a volcano, shooting what had to be a pint of white sticky goo up her colon in a two-minute-long volley. We collapsed, and my cock popped out of her tight tube like a cork out of a pop gun. I watched as her ass cheeks and asshole convulsed, actually spewing out my cum in spurts, leaving her rump, cunt, and legs covered in fresh jism.

Holy fuck. 

I lay there on my back, staring at the ceiling, my cock slowly going limp, the fire leeching out of it, a slow ooze of sperm seeping from the tip.

She inched herself over and lay on top of me, kissing me deeply, her breasts pushing softly onto my chest. She put her hand down between her legs and scooped up a handful of the cum which had just recently been ejected from her anus, and sucked it off her fingers in a series of slow, sexy, languorous licks.

"I needed that almost as bad as you did," she said. "This ass o' mine, it needed some fuckin'. Next time, we're doing it from the front." And she smiled, eyes lit up like fireworks. It was a brand new day.



Finally...



I wrote this story so that the reader could place herself in the text and enjoy!! We both knew why I invited you over. There was no doubt that trivial, obligatory conversation wouldn't be needed that night. It wasn't that we didn't enjoy the brief company we had kept in the past or talking late into the night, but we were both so ready for this night. There was nothing that could prevent it. 

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As the doorbell rings, I quickly make the final preparations. I answer the door wearing a pair of dark tan dress slacks and a flat collared dress shirt. You look absolutely stunning wearing a black tight dress from the middle of your thighs to your shoulders. Your hair is pulled back into a ponytail, which I love. You enter and as the door closes behind you, I swiftly move against you, embracing you tightly as I place my nose just against yours. I can already feel your heart pounding as your chest pushes against mine. I slowly lick your bottom lip, pressed against the door. Your light moans are a good sign of louder things to come. I place my hand on your cheek, parting your mouth open, taking your bottom lip into my mouth, sucking and licking. You then press your mouth toward mine, pushing our tongues into each other, deeply, passionately. 

I pull your hair out of the pony tail and it looks so hot falling to your shoulders..... I pull you by the hands and lead you into the room of this gorgeous hotel. You see a hot tub already filled and bubbling, and candles only light the room. You see massage oil also over a candle, warming up. Your thighs have shots of nerves running through them at the sight of all of it. I sit on the edge of the bed... as you stand between my leg kiss upward from your hand, up your arms. I look at you and see your eyes are closed, with light moans of pleasure with each kiss. You smell so wonderful. I then draw your shoulder straps down ever so slowly so they hang on the tops of your arms. I stand enough to begin to kiss and lick at your neck. Up and down on the side, up to your ears, nibbling and sucking. I move down to lick the top of your chest, but not yet to your breasts. You have a strapless bra on, which makes for easy kissing and caressing. 

After a couple of minutes of this, you feel my hands sliding across your tits through your dress, driving you wild. I can feel your nipples growing even through the material of your clothes. You then eagerly drop the straps to your waist, revealing those hot tits that I've waited so long to touch. At this point, you know that you're given completely over to me for the sake of pleasure. Nothing is off limits, because it all feels too good. The few times we met in the coffee shop and book store built up such a tension between us and it needed to be relieved right then. 

I suck and bite gently on the tops of your breasts while you still have the bra on. Slowly I work the bra off and embrace you so that I can feel your chest against mine... as you slowly unbutton my shirt, kissing my neck and chest as you go, quickly returning the favor. I then take a seat on the edge of the bed again, licking as I do so. I then stare into your eyes as I squeeze and caress your tits cupped in my hand, then squeezing just your nipples in my fingers, making them so hot and hard. My mouth draws close to the edge of your tit, licking all along the side and in large circles around it. Slowly, I make my way toward the center, until my tongue flickers fast across your nipple, aching to be sucked and bitten. I take one into my mouth as you let out the loudest noise yet, which certainly turns me on, as I feel an ache beginning also. I continue to bite and suck, following the noises for where I should go next, and how I should lick and suck on you. I turn to the other and pay equal attention. 

As I continue to lick on your tits, I slide my hands up the backs of your thighs, lifting up your dress, encountering a black lace g-string. I can't see it, but as I kiss on your chest and begin to caress your ass, it is a tremendous turn on. I stay there, in no hurry, but only wanting to make your pleasure last as long as possible. I then pause, where I tell you to slip of your clothes and hop in the jacuzzi! You eagerly do so, teasing me as you slowly remove your dress and undergarments... staring me in the eyes the entire time... as I stroke myself through my pants.. I then slide my clothes off once you're in the giant tub; teasing you as well... I hop in next to you and slide near you. I kiss down your neck. the warm water and jets feeling so good... you then slide down a bit to open your legs under the water. as our mouths kiss, my fingers slowly caress your hot nipples, tracing their way down. They then skip to your inner thigh, where they tease you a bit. Moving ever so slow and deliberate, until the finger of my hand traces the length of your slit. I can feel quite a difference between your smooth wetness and that of the water. 

I bring my finger up to lick it for you, then to give you a taste. My hand returns, to slide a finger in between your cunt lips, massaging each of them and as usual following your moans for how to continue. My middle finger rubs against your swollen clit, then taking it in my fingers, squeezing and pulling at it to make you squirm under me. Your eyes are closed, head back and enjoying it, giving me the pleasure of hearing how much you love your pussy played with. I slide in my finger to rub just the right spot inside, sending you immediately into an orgasm, feeling all of your muscles contract on my finger, you're so tight. I begin to slide another finger in, then another, and repeat until my four fingers are pressed as deep as I can wiggle them into your cunt, wagging my hand back and forth driving you again to climax. 

You then pull out to sit on the edge, with your knees to calves still in the water, as you begin to play with your own tits and out loud, begging me to lick you up with my tongue. I eagerly sweep your thighs with my wet tongue and waste no time moving to lick the lips of your pussy. I turn my head as if to french kiss your hot and shaved pussy. I love just looking at your wonderful cunt, so soft with its thick lips. I slide my tongue in, kissing as deep as I can as your hands help to press my face into your forceful hips. I then tell you to turn around. As your smooth ass stares me in the face, I begin to lick at your pussy from behind, darting my tongue in and out quite fast, then pausing to lick and suck as much of your cum as I can, my faced pressed into you. 

I then take my hands and spread that hot ass apart, staring at it. Moaning, "hmm.... " I say. You reply, "You like what you see?" "Most definitely, I do. " You tell me that it is all mines. Rubbing my wet fingers I slide them across your tight little asshole, causing you to shiver. I then take my tongue and slide it in gentle circles around the outside until I come to the center. You begin to relax, allowing my tongue to wet you nicely, as you feel a finger slide in the place of my tongue, moving ever so slowly into your ass, giving you just the right amount of pressure. I then slide out of the tub to get that warm massage oil. I bring it over, dipping a finger in, to return to your waiting ass. As I slide my finger in now further than before you let out a sigh of relief, aching to have yourself filled completely. While fingering your hot ass, I kiss your pussy with my mouth and tongue. AS you completely relax I press my middle finger completely into your tight ass while pressing my tongue into your fuckhole. "Oh fuck!" you cry out as you cum yet again, your juices spilling out as I eagerly drink them up. " You've got to fuck my ass," you say. I eagerly get behind you, standing in the hot water, and put the head of my cock on your ass, rubbing it on your asshole. Then down to your pussy, I quickly fill your cunt to get my cock all wet. I then rub on some of the massage oil to my dick. Your hand finds your clit to begin rubbing, as I grasp my cock in my hand and begin to press the head into your tight hole. 

Inch by inch as you expand, you feel so full and so good. You dig your fingers into your pussy so that you feel my cock through the wall inside. When you're ready you tell me to "fuck me good, fuck my ass good!" I begin to slide in and out of your hot ass, the tension mounting with each stroke in and out, pulling out just to the tip then grasping your tits to pull you back onto my shaft. I then shove all the way in and allow just your own body movement and muscles to contract around my cock as you rub your clit and finger yourself like only you can to bring yourself to climax. You then enter into a world of your own as you cum uncontrollably while I'm buried in your asshole. As you feel my moans gaining in momentum, as you finish your orgasm you quickly drop to your knees while I stand in the jacuzzi. You grasp my oil soaked dick and begin to stroke it with your hand, while licking the head and inch by inch with each stroke of your hand, beginning to have me now fuck your mouth, the last hole to be filled. The slurping sounds and your moans are too much and I begin to swell. 

You know it's coming and you can't wait. You move even faster, shoving as much of my cock as you can into your mouth, and your hand stroking as you pull away and back on to me. I grasp your head and fuck eagerly, hitting the back of your throat, as you moan loudly. You pause to wetly stroke me, licking my head saying, "Please let me have your cum, please, now, now. " I begin to slowly spurt and throb. As I do you shove your mouth on me, allowing the first shots to enter deep into your throat. Then you pull off, exposing your tongue as I shoot cum into your open mouth, you close it, letting some drip down your cheeks, and you continue to stroke me as I shoot cum onto your face, down to your tits and into your hair. You then put me in your mouth softly, and suck and lick on me, until my spent cock lies relaxed in your warm mouth. 

We climb into bed, and I lay behind you. You take my soft cock from between your legs and massage it, while placing the head on your ass, moaning.. "hmmmmmmmmmm.. and to think... we've got the rest of the night... "



Finally...



Finally... A weekend alone with my wife. It's amazing that after more than 15 years of marriage we still have the hots for each other. Of course we have our ups and downs, but make-up sex is better than just a quickie while the kids are busy.

As luck would have it, my parents wanted the kids for the weekend, so that left me and my wife to figure out what we were going to do for a couple of days. Being your typical male, I knew exactly what I wanted to do and it didn't involve dinner or a movie.

However, being the sometimes-wonderful husband that I am, we treated ourselves to just that, and had a very enjoyable evening. Arriving home, my wife suggested that "quality time" was in order. Needless to say, I readily agreed. On to the story...

After a nice dinner and our very enjoyable evening afterwards, I was informed that it was now "playtime." A grin painted my face. I liked the sound of that. 

So, there I was, lying on our bed in my silk boxer shorts trying to be sexy for my wife, hands behind my head, relaxing while she "got ready."

She appeared wearing a silk robe. I couldn't wait to see what was underneath it. After lighting a few scented candles and turning on some soft jazz music, she finally opened her robe, revealing her surprise.

She was a vision in white silk and lace, from the lace teddy, to the lace garter belt, to the silk panties and stockings, capped off with the four inch heels that she calls her CFMPs (Come Fuck Me Pumps).

When I saw this ensemble, I began to rise from the bed, intending to take her in my arms; but, I was told to stay put. "Not yet," I was told.

What a beautiful woman: all five feet tall and 110 pounds of her. Shoulder length chestnut hair and eyes with more than a hint of her Asian descent. Legs to die for... made to be admired, especially when she left a room. Let's just say that this woman in stockings standing before me would make a very successful lingerie model.

So as I lay there, the effects of just seeing her began to tent my silk boxers. She made a slow cat-like crawl up from the foot of the bed, telling me not to move. Did that register in my testosterone-infested mind? Of course it didn't; I was just enjoying the show.

Almost leisurely, bit by bit, she crawled up my body, planting kisses along the way. By the time she got to my neck, I'm sure I would have been able to drive a nail into a concrete wall with my dick.

She straddled me, pulling down part of her teddy to offer me a breast. I accepted it eagerly and began to lathe it with my tongue, nipping and tugging, nibbling and sucking. Then she pulled down the other side of her teddy and I took her other nipple into my mouth, this time sucking it deeper as I consumed her breast, taking her nipple as far into my mouth as I ccould and using my tongue to lick the underside of her breast as I pushed the nipple against the top of my mouth.

I am so engrossed with suckling at her breasts that I hardly hear the click of the handcuffs that she has placed on the headboard and fastened around my wrists.

With a wry smile, she sits up and says, "NOW it's playtime."

I am as hard as a missile and her womanhood is warm and wet and I can feel it getting wetter against my groin. She is beautiful, suddenly at odds with her heavenly visage, but definitely in control and having a good time making me want her even more than I already do. She will be in charge for the rest of the night and there is no doubt I will not be freed until she has been satisfied. To emphasize this, she kisses me lightly and tugs on the handcuffs binding me as she breathes into my ear, "You WILL be a good boy, won't you?" The smirk on her face is priceless. It says, "You're not going anywhere." 

She begins a slow, erotically excruciating journey down my body. She nips and nibbles on my nipples. I'm dying to touch her, but all I can do is flail about.

She reaches the waistband of my boxers. There is a large spot of precum on my boxers that shows exactly what effect she has had on me and she purrs, "Oh...Did I do that?" Without waiting for an answer, she draws my boxers down bit by bit, exposing my cock to the cool night air. She grips her hand around my shaft, slowly stroking up and down, as I moan at her touch.

With my hands still bound above my head, she decides that it is time to slow down, and releases me from her grasp. Sitting up and straddling my legs, she begins to play with her very erect nipples, pulling and twisting them. Now that I am fully under her control, all I can do is watch as she snakes a hand into her silk panties and begins to rub her pussy.

She was already hot and wet; the power of having me confined more of a turn-on than she originally thought it would be. I can only watch as she dips one finger, then two, into where I yearn to be. She brings her fingers to her mouth but then thinks better of it and presents them to me. I take them eagerly, savoring in the sweet taste of her nectar.

"Do you want some of this?" she asks as she pulls aside her panties to show me her beautiful pussy.

"Oh, God, yes," I groan. I anxiously moisten my lips, eager to stroke her display with my impatient tongue. She spreads her labia, showing me just how glistening wet she is from all the teasing. She knows what's in store for her when placed at the mercy of my talented mouth and her teasing is heightening the anticipation for both of us. When I work my magic on her clean-shaven mound, getting her to orgasm enhances our love-making. Watching her body's reaction to my ministrations only intensifies my own pleasure and eagerness for more of her lovely body. Still confined with my hands above my head, she scoots forward over my body and presents me with her smooth pussy. I yearn to grab her and bring her to me, but she only lets me get a taste before backing away. She is in charge. My tongue flicks out, just nipping her bud, which elicits a moan. She is very wet and her nectar is flowing. She enjoys being in charge.

After a few more licks at her nub, she suddenly thrusts forward and I am engulfed in the sweetest flow of juices known to mankind. As she grinds her hips into my face, I continue to lick, lap and tongue furiously until her body stops shaking. I am surprised at myself for not coming yet.

Think about it... I have a beautiful woman in white lace, garters and stockings who has handcuffed me to a bed and made me service her. Wouldn't you be ready to blow a load?

As she calms down, she lets out a low growl, one that I take as approval. I am still lapping up her juices slowly, rubbing just enough to elicit a soft hum. She reaches back and her fingers wrap around my very ready, very willing member.

"Hmm... seems like someone is enjoying this," she taunts.

I can only grunt, "Uh-huh," as my mouth is still busy swirling in her juices.

Slowly, she gets up off my face and stands next to the bed, still glowing from her orgasm, but clearly not ready to give me my release yet. She languishes there for a moment before announcing that she needs a glass of wine; and then she is gone.

I lay there, rock hard, hands still handcuffed to the headboard and wait for her to come back. After a few minutes, she reappears, offering me a sip of her drink. 

Crawling atop me again, she straddles my legs and brushes her fingernails lightly on my slightly wilting member as if testing its strength. In response, I am fully erect again, yearning to feel her warmth wrapped around me. She giggles, knowing the exquisite torture she is putting me through and once more wraps her delicate fingers around my shaft.

"Would you like me to suck your cock?" she asks seductively. Rarely does she use this language, but she is obviously as turned on as I am.

The answer to her question is a no-brainer, but all I can do is moan, "Yes... please."

Looking into my eyes with pure and simple lust, she snakes out her tongue and licks just the tip of my cock. My eyes roll back into my head with the mind-blowing sensation and my back arches in response. With a slight "Hmmm," she takes the head of my cock into her mouth and begins swirling her tongue around it, flicking under the helmet and driving me insane.

I am near the point of no return when she stops, squeezing me at the base, saying, "No, not yet." I groan in disappointment, anxious for relief. Still holding me in her hand, she twirls around. I realize that she has relieved herself of her panties as she passes a leg over my head, presenting me with a very wet, very juicy-looking pussy. Oh, the things my tongue will do!

I lap at her lips, spreading them and delving as deep into her folds as I am able, licking and sucking at her clitoris, all the while hoping that she will engulf me as I am engulfing her sweetness. She squeezes me tightly and thrusts her body down as another orgasm rolls through her body. As she floods my face, I feel her take me into her mouth, slowly, down to the root and then back up again. The pressure in my balls builds again, but she lingers only for a moment before releasing me from her mouth.

Again I groan in frustration, but with my face being covered by her pussy, the vibrations of my moans only cause another small orgasm as she shakes and shudders above me.

Talk about being at the boiling point! At this point I am so hard it is almost painful. I want to come so badly and she knows it. All I need is a few short strokes or a moment in her mouth and I'll have my release.

Unfortunately for me, she knows this, and keeps up her death-grip on the base of my cock. She untangles herself from me, never once releasing the pressure, and reaches for what I think is her wine. WRONG! She has more in store for me as she produces an ice pack, which is suddenly, painfully, laid across my groin. Needless to say, the effect is like a cold shower and I begin to deflate immediately.

At this point the only thought running through my head is, "She's having way too much fun with this," but I am in no position to argue and I must admit I'm not too unhappy with the way things are progressing.

She looks at me for a moment, takes a sip of her wine, smiling as if she is the cat that just ate the canary and says, "Relax, I'll be right back." Removing the ice pack to reveal a much-deflated member, she places a towel over my eyes and leaves the room.

After what seems like hours, she comes back into the room, saying, "You bad boy, you got me sooooooo horny." She whips the towel from my eyes, allowing me to see that she has changed her outfit.

No longer a vision in white lace, she is now wearing a black leather bustier with black stockings and heels. To add to the ensemble, she has black lace gloves that come up to her elbows. Slowly she peels the cups off the bustier, revealing her beautiful breasts.

Snaking up the bed again, my balls begin to tingle as she works her way up my thighs and takes my half-staff member into her mouth.

"Mmm... I love the way I can feel it get hard in my mouth," she says between licking and sucking. Then she begins in earnest, taking me deep and sucking me to full hardness. All I can do is moan as she says, "Are you ready to fuck me?"

She straddles my hips, her pussy glistening, rubbing against my hardness and spreading her wetness over my cock. Her breasts in my face, I lick, suck and nibble while she coos and continues to taunt me with her pussy.

Suddenly, she rears back, a guttural groan coming from the back of her throat. Holding my stiff cock in her hand, she points it at her opening and impales herself on me.

We both cry out: me from finally getting to feel her silky warmness and she from being filled with my cock. She settles down on me and begins to rock slowly, back and forth, stimulating her clitoris with my groin as she pushes me deeper into her heavenly depths.

I strain at my bonds, wanting to take her and knead her swaying breasts, pushing my hips up as she begins to saw herself onto me in long, slow strokes.

Her hands are on my chest as she begins to ride me like there is no tomorrow. The look in her eyes is that of pure lust as she flails on top of me, swirling her hair and crying out, "Yes, Yes, Yes!" 

When her orgasm hits, it is monumental, her body shaking and trembling like I have never seen before. She collapses on top of me, her breathing heavy, but with a satisfied hum to it. I am still rock hard within her folds.

Finally, she raises her head, kisses me deeply and purrs, "Hmm... I kinda like this 'being in charge' thing. I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work."

With that, she dismounts me and slides down between my legs, immediately taking me into her mouth, cleaning her juices off of me. She sucks deeply, drawing more of me into her mouth and begins to bob her head up and down, bringing me closer and closer to the brink. Once again she wraps her fingers around my shaft, pumping me with both her hand and mouth, working me to heights I never thought possible.

As she feels me swell, she lets go and mounts me. The sensation of entering her is nothing short of incredible. I am so close. She leans in, gives me a kiss, and commands, "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

That's all I can take. I thrust up into her once, twice, three times and I am coming like I have never come before. My body tenses as every nerve is concentrated on the sensations running through my cock, and she convulses as well, squeezing me with her vaginal walls and milking me dry.

I must have passed out. When my eyes opened, my hands were freed and I was covered by a sheet. As I blinked back to reality, she approached, walking into the room with a cold drink for each of us.

"Are you okay?" she asks with a hint of concern as I sit up and take a sip.

I can only exhale, "Ahhmm...Never better. That was amazing! I can't wait to see what you have planned for the rest of the weekend."

She just grinned.



Finally!



I knew it was going to be a good night. I had no idea just how good. She meets me at the door in her silk bathrobe and kisses me like she hasn't seen me in weeks. There is an open bottle of wine - and I can taste the tannins on her tongue. She says the kids are at her Mom's house and that we really need a special night. As if on cue, she opens her robe to reveal my favorite lingerie. The black mesh material shows off her small but pert breasts while the hem barely covers her gorgeous firm ass. I can see the black string thong peeking through the material. She drops the bathrobe, spins around and looks over her shoulder as if to tell me that this would not be a "missionary night." She tells me to give her five minutes and then come up to the bedroom. I am only too happy to oblige.

I have a drink and head upstairs as instructed. On my way up, I wonder how crazy things will get. Crazy enough to get her to cross that one final frontier? From the look in her eyes, it is not out of the question. Time will tell.

As I approach the bedroom, I hear a low groaning. Could she be so worked up that she started without me? While adventurous in many ways, it is rare for my wife to touch herself in front of me - no matter how much I want her to. Not tonight.

The bedroom is dark save for the light of several candles. She is laying on her back in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide and her black thong pushed to one side by her hand. Her eyes are closed as her right index finger traces circles around her swollen labia. Even in the darkness, I can see that she is already wet and her musky smell fills the room. She catches my eye just as she flicks the tip of her finger over her clit. She smiles and asks me to join her. Within minutes, she is pushing my head down to her wet pussy. As always, she smells wonderful and tastes even better. I greedily lap at her juices while carefully avoiding her clit. This only drives her even more crazy with lust. She grabs the back of my head with her left hand and pulls me to her. With two fingers of her right hand, she delicatedly spreads her lips to fully expose her protruding clit. The moment my tongue touches her clit, she bucks and lets out a loud moan. Within seconds, she is writhing in agony - in the throes of an all encompassing orgasm - as her vaginal opening twitches and shudders on my invading tongue.

Seeing just how worked up she is, I decide to up the ante. I ease my tongue further down and gently lick from her pussy to her anus. This starts yet another orgasmic wave, but she still is not finished. She rolls onto her side and pulls my shoulder toward her. The message is clear. She does not want me to stop, but she wants to return the favor while I continue. As I start to pivot around, I feel her nails dig into my ass as she greedily pulls my cock to her waiting mouth. Immediately, I am enveloped in warmth. The feeling is beyond description as she alternates between sucking my cock and licking my balls. All the while I am teasing her asshole with my tongue while using her pussy juices to lube up the tip of my finger as I move it in small circles around her puckered rim.

Suddenly, she pulls away. For a brief moment, I fear that I have gone too far and ruined everything - but not tonight. She pushes me on my back. Her eyes are wild. She grabs the base of my dick and starts jerking it while flicking her tongue over the head. With her other hand, she moistens her fingers in her pussy and starts working them over my ass. Her slick fingers glide over my skin - from my balls to my perineum. Her finger stops for just a moment over my waiting hole. I try to push my ass down to tell her how much I want her finger up my ass like I had tried so many other times to no avail. Could this be the night? My mind is racing. For now, the answer is no. She doesn't take the hint. Her fingers continue to tease me, but she does not take that final step. Being unusually aggressive, I take hold of her hand and try to push her fingers back down to my ass to let her know it is alright, but she seems not to notice.

I can't help but wonder - if this does not happen tonight, will it ever happen? So, rather than give up - as I always had before - I decide to go all in. Working my hands under my ass, I shamelessly pull my ass open with my left hand while I slowly work my right index finger into my tight hole. The feeling is out of this world. Here I am getting a mindblowing blowjob from my gorgeous wife while fingerfucking my own ass. Within ten seconds she notices this development. My heart sinks for a split second fearing that she will be disgusted by my shameless display. However, to my pleasant surprise, this is not her reaction at all. To the contrary, it seems to turn her on even more. She positions her head so she can clearly watch my probing finger while she sucks and strokes my cock. Again, I up the ante. I lube up my middle finger, press it against my index finger and push it against my slippery hole. My ass spreads open, swallowing my two fingers with ease.

Now I really have her attention. While still sucking my dick, she starts touching and massaging my fingers as they ease in and out of my ass. Sensing she is ready, I pull my fingers out, grab her hand firmly, work her two fingers together and aim them straight for my hole. While still a little timid, she makes no effort to pull away as I guide her fingers up my stretched ass with no trouble. I moan loudly and gently pull her hair as I tell her how amazing she is making me feel. Soon she needs no further prompting. I remove my hand that has been assisting her, place it on the other side of my ass and, with my other hand, shamelessly spread my ass wide open as her fingers work deeper into me. I then pull my knees up to my chest exposing my ass even more and allowing me to see her fingers probing my willing hole.

Suddenly she stops. I immediately being to massage around my asshole with my hand while pleading with her to start again. She just smiles a wicked smile and I finally see what she is up to. She is removing her vibrator from her soaking wet pussy and holding it in front of my face as she asks me if I am ready. I cannot believe what I am hearing, but before I can even fully process her question, I am shouting "Oh my God yes." It is finally happening. After all those years of trying. All those fantasies and near misses. All those years of fingering my own ass while dreaming it was her. Finally!

She turns her vibrator on low and moves it toward my ass. With my cock twitching in anticipation, I finally feel the tapered tip of the slick vibator against my entrance. She moves the head all around my opening until I am just about to pass out. Finally, I feel it ease in slowly. I somehow stop myself from cumming on the spot and simply enjoy the feelings as my ass spreads open to accommodate the girth. She is gentle but firm as she eases it in until it is completely buried in me. She slowly eases it in and out of me as I writhe in pleasure.

While it feels so good, it strikes me that I cannot let this moment pass without trying different things. Accordingly, I gently ease her off me and flip over on my forearms and knees with my ass shamelessly stuck in the air. She tells me to tell her what I want. I am too far gone to fight it. Within seconds, I am verbalizing what I never thought I would ever be able to say out loud to her as I blurt out, "Fuck my ass baby. Fuck me hard." As I say this, I work my left hand between my legs and pry my hole open until it is gaping in her face. She needs no convincing. She grabs the vibrator, aligns it with my wet hole and pushes it in until the control knob is the only thing visible. She then proceeds to turn the vibrator up to high as she impales me.

The feeling is beyond belief. There are moments where I feel like I will pass out. Every time the vibrator starts to slip out of my ass, she grabs it and forces it back in. Soon she is fucking me at a steady pace. I start to rock back and forth on my knees to meet her every thrust. Knowing I won't be able to last much longer, she gets on her back, slides her head between my knees and starts to suck my cock as she fucks me. Repeatedly, she brings me to the brink and then stops. It is only when I turn my head slightly and catch the whole scene in the mirror that I lose control. I flip on my back, bring my legs up over my head while still fucking myself with the vibrator, and pull her face next to mine. Within seconds, I unleash a torrent of cum - more than ever before - across our waiting lips. String after string of my juice cover our cheeks, lips and tongues and spill down our necks. We flick our tongues over each other's faces trying to swallow every last drop until we both collapse on the bed. The vibrator, still running, slips out of my stretched ass and sits buzzing on the bed as we both pant with exhaustion until we pass out.

A few minutes later I wake up to a low buzzing sound. Still groggy and sore, I turn my head to see my wife next to me on the bed. As she rubs her vibrator over her clit and squeezes her left breast she winks at me and says, "Ok buddy. Enough resting. You're not the only one who needs a good ass fucking tonight."



Finally



They were both nervous -- so much build-up to this point, made them anxious about what was going to happen. She could tell he wasn't sure. Funny how he had been the aggressive one at first, pursuing her but now he had second thoughts, He wanted her, she could tell, but they were both married and there is a big difference between talking dirty online and actually following through with it.

"We don't have to do anything you know" she whispered to him. 

He looked up startled, making eye contact. "But what about this?" he said pulling her against him, grinding his cock on her leg. 

She grinned back. "Don't worry we can look after that without touching each other."

"How?" 

"Hmm, let me show you" she said pulling him towards the bed. "Don't worry, same as always, I'll just talk you through it". She turned off the light and slipped onto the bed, her back against the headboard.

"Come sit here", she indicated, patting the bed in front of her. She pulled him over, letting him settle with his back to her, sitting between her legs. "You'll touch you, same as online; I'm just going to be here, in person, talking you through it".

"I promise, I won't touch anywhere but here" she said, kissing his ear, "and here" running her fingers through his hair. 

"Tell me how you want to start" she whispered in his ear. "Would you be kissing me?"

"Yeah and laying you back on the bed", his voice sounding deeper already.

"OK, so you'd lay me down and start by kissing me slowly ...my lips, my neck, my ears".. She talked quietly, whispering in his ear, "Laying on me, I'll feel your hard cock on my leg, getting harder." He was starting to shift around, his breathing harder.

"Touch yourself" she whispered.

"I'm so fucking hot" he said.

"That's the point ...touch yourself, i want to watch". The room was dark so she couldn't really see well, but she knew he was rubbing himself through his jeans.

"All this kissing is getting me hot... I'll reach down to start touching myself."

"NO, I'll touch you!" he whispered gruffly

"Yes, touch me, reach down, you'll feel the heat through my jeans" she ran her fingers through his hair, whispering in and kissing his ear and neck and shoulder while she talked.

"Not through your jeans" he replied, "I need to touch your skin."

"Undo my jeans, reach inside" she could just see his shadow but she heard him unzip and knew he was now stroking himself full on, his breathing getting louder and faster.

"Put your fingers in my panties."

"Are you wet?" he whispered.

"Soaked, don't play around, put your fingers inside me, I need it so bad!" Her breathing was now getting faster as well "now your thumb is on my clit, two fingers inside me" her breath coming across his ear.

"I can't take that for long, I'm too close already" she whispered in his ear. 

"I want you to cum for me" he replied back, stroking faster

"Keep stroking I'll cum fast" she moaned softly in his ear, "I'll cum so fast. But then I need you in me. Fuck me, I can't wait any longer" she kissed his neck and ear and rubbed her hands through his hair. "Lay me back, pull my pants off and fuck me, I need your cock in me"

"Fuck yeah.." she could see his hand moving faster

"I'm in you so deep"

"Keep going, fuck me hard, bite my shoulder" his breathing was getting harder and she knew he was getting close. She leaned in to breath in his ear, "Are you getting close? Cum for me baby" he stroked faster, she ran her hand through his hair, lightly down his neck.

He suddenly reached up, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his cock. He was rock hard and she could feel the pre-cum on him. She stroked, reaching down and grabbing his balls, then stroking up the whole length of him. She could hear his breath coming in jagged spurts now.

"Cum for me baby" she said stroking faster, not questioning this break from the agreed upon rules. 

"Cum, like you were inside me" she stroked faster, more and more pre-cum making her hand slide easily, back down to his balls, his breath laboured and loud, she could feel his balls tightening, knew he was close.

"Fuck.." even his words were coming unevenly.

She could feel his body starting to twitch, kept stroking, breathing in his ear, almost cumming herself just by watching him. He started to jerk, jets of cum, shooting out on her hand and the bed.

She slowed her hand, his body continued to vibrate, both of them still breathing hard but his breathing slowed. Hers was still coming in pants as she was still had not cum.

Watching him, even in the dark, was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

She started to pull her hand away, he grabbed it and then wiped it off with a tissue from beside the bed, and then kissed her hand slowly. His kisses moved up her arm towards her neck, turning towards her, kissing her softly, all over her face, neck, ears. Even just the kissing was making her squirm, she couldn't hold still, needing to cum so badly. She'd been waiting for this time together for so long.

She sighed, and he groaned...

"Oh fuck it" he said surprising her by pulling her roughly and quickly down the bed and coming down on top of her. The kissing was rougher now, biting as much as kissing, she was having a hard time breathing. 

"Do you feel that?" he questioned her, biting down hard on her ear "I'm getting hard again already" he said rubbing his hard cock along her leg. 

"Yes, but now it's my turn" she pushed against him slightly until he rolled to the side, his breath hot against her neck and ear. She looked at him while she reached down and began to unbutton her jeans, intending to give herself the same satisfaction that he had just reached.

He surprised her again by quickly reaching over and grabbing her hands pulling them above her head.

"But I need to cum so bad" she pleaded with him.

He rolled fully onto her again.

"You will, but I'm tired of the rules."

Fully on top of her she once again could feel his cock and it was rock hard, now rubbing against her pussy. She moved her hips, almost unaware but becoming desperate to cum. Still holding her hands with one hand, he rolled slightly and slid one hand into her jeans.

Just as she described earlier, he did not hesitate, driving his fingers right inside her. She was soaked and he slid in easy but his fingers found her g spot and he moved them quickly, finger-fucking her hard. His thumb moved over her clit and her hips jumped off the bed.

She was so close now. He could tell. She couldn't keep still and her breath was coming in quick pants.

"I'm going to cum" she moaned.

"NO!", his sharp tone startled her, her eyes snapping open to look at him questioningly.

"Wait" he whispered.

"I can't" she moaned back, "I can't hold back".

"You can." he replied, licking her ear, her neck and coming back to her mouth.

"Wait until I tell you to cum." His fingers stroking both her g spot and her clit, sliding easily but causing just the right amount of friction.

"Ah..." she couldn't even talk any more, it took all of her concentration to not cum. She was biting her bottom lip, hoping that pain would help distract her from the burning in her pussy. Her eyes were drifting closed.

"Look at me" his voice sharp, making her eyes snap open again. He was staring at her intently; she could just see him in the dim light. He just stared at her, making her keep eye contact while his fingers kept moving.

Her breath was ragged now, threatening to stop altogether, she found herself holding her breath to stop herself from tipping over the edge.

Her eyes begged him, his one hand still holding her wrists, the other moving and moving in and out of her pussy, pressing his thumb on her clit.

"Cum for me baby" he whispered, holding her eyes with his own, "cum for me now", as he added a third finger to her hole and picked up the speed of his movement.

And she did cum for him, sliding over the edge, her body jumping and twitching, all the while watching his eyes, watching him smile as she lost control completely, the orgasm went on and on, her body vibrating and jumping. It left her trying to catch her breath but still wanting more.

He let go of her wrists, and she slid her hands to his back, kissing his neck and ear, becoming aware again of his hard cock pressed against her leg. She shifted, to feel his cock against her pussy, lifting her hips up to get the right angle.

He stared down at her and then kissed her fiercely, grinding his whole body against hers. Another quick motion and he was pulling her pants off, swearing quietly as he struggled to get his own pants off as well.

Finally with both of their pants off, he came back on top of her and paused just for a moment looking down at her. 

"Are you sure?" she asked him

"Fuck yeah" he replied, pausing just another moment before driving into her. Because she was so wet his cock entered her easily but because he was so hard, he filled her completely. Once in, he stopped and looked at her questioningly.

"More" was all she replied with, starting to thrust her hips upwards. He didn't hold back and started pumping, matching her movements. Both of them were breathing hard now. She pulled her knees up, feeling herself moving quickly towards another orgasm

He pulled up on her hips and the new angle hit her g-spot just right. He could see she was close to cumming again. He bent his head and whispered in her ear, "Cum for me again baby", and as he heard her breath catch he bit down on her shoulder.

The combination of pain and the pleasure of their fucking sent her quickly over the edge and her whole body shook from the force of the orgasm. He slowed a bit, letting her catch her breath but soon her hips starting coming up to meet his again. He was rock hard and even after cumming twice she was still has excited as she had been when they first met up tonight.

He stopped again and pulled away from her. She eyed him questioningly. He pulled her to sitting up and then urged her over onto her knees. Head down, she looked back at him just before he entered her again. Her fingers dug into the sheets as he pumped into her. His strokes slower but harder than before. 

He was so deep in this position both of them moaned on every stroke. Having already cum once he felt strong. Turned on but able to control himself a bit. She was also able to hold back a bit now. The edge had been taken off the hunger she had felt earlier and she was able to feel more control now.

"You are so hot" he whispered, leaning over her. She looked back at him and the image of her looking back at him, her eyes shining and hair partially covering her face made him even hotter. 

"Remember what we talked about?" She looked back startled.

"We don't have to, if you don't want". he quickly responded.

"No, it's not that I don't want, I'm just a little scared" she replied, sneaking a glance at him through her hair. 

"Don't be scared baby, I'll go slow and stop if you tell me to".

She glanced at him over her shoulder, one more time "okay"

He grabbed the lube he had brought. He continued to fuck her slowly and her head dropped back down to the pillow as she started working towards another orgasm. He spread the oil over his fingers and as he continued pumping in and out of her pussy.

He looked down at her ass and slowly placed his finger right at the opening of her virgin hole. His touch made her jump a little. 

"Don't worry baby, just relax" he whispered leaning over her back. 

He backed off a little but continued pumping in and out of her pussy. After a few more pumps, his finger returned to her asshole. She didn't jump this time, so he applied pressure until the tip of his slipped in. She moaned a bit but didn't pull away. He held his finger still while continuing to pump his hard cock in and out of her. After a few more pumps, he slid his finger all the way into her ass and then after a few more pumps he began moving his finger in and out. Cock in, finger out, cock out, finger in. Her moans grew loader and he added another finger. She gasped. He stopped moving and leaned over.

"Should I stop?" 

"No" she responded, her words coming out in a hushed voice. "More".

He was getting hotter and he knew that if he wanted to get his cock into her ass he was going to have to do it soon or he was going to cum in her tight pussy. Her moans made it even harder for him to maintain control. 

"I'm gonna fuck your ass now baby" he said leaning over, his breath ragged against her ear.

"Mmm, yeah" was all she could respond having trouble even putting those sounds together.

She felt the blunt end of his cock press against her asshole. She trusted him but was doubtful, just his two fingers barely seemed to fit. He pulled out of her pussy and the lack of distraction made her tense a bit but his fingers found her clit and started rubbing and she relaxed again. He pushed forward and she felt the pressure, but his busy fingers made it hard for her to even think about that pain.

He kept pushing, the pressure intense for both of them. His cockhead popped inside and she barked out a startled sound.

"Shhhh, just wait" he told her, not moving anything but his fingers, which continued to rub her clit and now started going back and forth between her clit and sliding into her wet cunt. The pressure was intense but after she got over the shock, it was not entirely painful. His fingers sliding into her pussy while her ass was so full was an amazing feeling. She felt herself starting to want more.

"Baby, I'm so close, I've gotta fuck you now" his voice sounding strained.

"Fuck my ass" she responded, her head dropping down completely to the pillow again.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and grabbed her hips. It took a lot of self control but he pulled back on her hips slowly, pushing his cock further into her tight hole. The lube helped him slide in, but the pressure was incredible and his cock seemed to be growing even bigger. He started moving in and out a little, going a little further in with each pump. She was starting to squirm and groan into the pillow, her own hand coming up to play with her clit.

She grunted and quickly pushed her ass the rest of the way on his cock, surprising both of them. He paused for a moment, but she pulled and pushed again.

"Fuck my ass, I need to cum."

That was all the encouragement that he needed. He started pumping, harder and faster. Her hand moved over her clit, and slid into her pussy. Her fingers moving as quickly as his cock. She pressed her face down tighter into the pillow, at the same time pushing her ass up further. He could feel his balls starting to tighten and knew he was close to cumming. He moved his hand to her cunt and joined his fingers with hers, trying to hasten her orgasm. Her moaning was almost constant and he could feel her pussy start to tighten on his fingers. He pumped faster, pulling his fingers out and pinching her clit. This put her over the edge and her ass clamped down on his cock, sending him over the edge. His hips jerked shooting his cum deep into her ass.

They're breath slowed and he pulled out of her ass gently, pulling her to him as he rolled to his side. He kissed her hair gently.

"Again, next week?" he questioned.

"Definitely" she murmured.



Finally



Selene had known Johnny for a few months now, but they still hadn't been able to find the time to meet in person. As the plane landed, her heart raced, but it wasn't due to the rocky landing. Her mind imagined what it would feel like the first time her eyes met his, so she hadn't realized that she was the only one still on the airplane. She gathered her things, exited the plane, and proceeded to the baggage claim. 

As she walked through the corridor, her mind reflected on all of the passionate discussions, erotic desires, and online interludes they'd shared. She found herself growing more and more anxious as she got closer to the baggage claim, but she also felt that familiar wetness leak between her thighs. She shivered in anticipation, this is why she was so drawn to him, he could make her wanton and wet just from the memory of their conversations. 

She rounded the last corner, checked the board, and headed toward baggage claim would have her suitcase. As she got closer, she saw him standing there, facing away from her. She took a minute to stand there, just to look at him, and it made her smile from ear to ear. 

She walked toward him, brushed her shoulder against him as she said, "fancy meeting you here," with her coy smile on her face. His face lit up as he turned to wrap his arms around her. "Baby, you're here," he said, and she nuzzled her face into his neck, as he squeezed her close at last. 

Selene took the chance to take in the smell of his sun-kissed skin, his scent overwhelmed her composure, and she kissed his neck. Her lips were so hungry for his skin, she kissed him softly all the way to his ear, then she nipped at it, and whispered, "I've waited so long to finally be close to you."

Johnny looked down at her, passion raging in his eyes, taking one hand he caressed her cheek, then entwined his fingers in her hair, and pulled firmly. As he pressed his lips to her ear, he growled, "careful, or I'll take you right here and now." They collected her things, and walked to his truck like smitten lovers, as they were. They spent the drive catching up and just studying each other, both clearly anxious to have their hands all over one another. 

As they got to her hotel, Selene checked in, and they rushed into the elevator. Johnny didn't waste a second, and he pressed her into the corner, slide his hand up her outer thigh, caressed her, kneaded her flesh. When he reached her hip, he dug his fingers in aggressively, pressed his hard body into her soft one, and finally kissed her lips. 

She wrapped her arms around him, and devoured the taste of his mouth on hers, moaning softly, greedily nibbling his lips, running her hands all over his chest. The elevator reached its destination, and he pealed his body off of hers, lust apparent in both of their eyes. He took her hand, as she seemed unable to move, and they walked to her room.

They barely got the door shut, and he had her pressed against the wall. Johnny devoured Selene's lips, his hands everywhere at once, he cupped her breasts, caressed her hips, and squeezed her ass. She knew that would be the most consuming and ravishing sex she had ever experienced, and she could barely keep her breathe calm. He looked her straight in the eyes, with his hands on either side of her face, and said "I need you bare, now." 

With one quick motion he had her dress over her head and tossed to the floor. Selene stood before him wearing his favorite pair of lace black panties and nothing else. She trembled as his eyes, hands, and lips continued to roam her flesh. She pawed at his shirt, pulling it over his head, finally dug her nails into his bare shoulders, she relished the feel of his trim muscles under her wanton fingertips. 

He swooped her up, and laid her curvy body on the bed, as he stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoned his jeans as she watched, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes locked with his. 

Johnny removed his boxer-briefs when he removed his jeans, and Selene unconsciously licked her lips. Finally she feasted her eyes on his tan, toned body and she wanted nothing more than to kneel at his feet and fill her mouth with his large cock. 

He could tell what she was wanted, he laughed, touched her face, and whispered, "you will wrap your pretty lips around me soon enough, but right now I need to ravage your cunt." He loved to say cunt that way, he knew how it made her body respond to him. She bit her lip, whimpered, but conceded to his power over her.

He had been rock hard since his lips first touched hers in the elevator, but now his cock was angry hard. The veins were well pronounced, and the channel along the bottom was clearly throbbing, he needed to bury himself within her. As he climbed on the bed, and straddled her body, she moved further up in the bed, while she watched his movements carefully. He removed her lace panties quickly, and saw her beautifully waxed cunt, swollen and already wet for him to claim. He took his long fingers and stroked her softly, and could feel how ready she was, he smiled wickedly.

Selene slid her legs from under Johnny's body, bent them to expose her cunt to him. Johnny positioned himself between her legs, held his cock in his hand, watched her face, and waited for her final consent. She smiled coyly, and said, "claim my cunt, fill me, I need it." 

That was more than enough for him, he grabbed her hips and slide his full, angry cock all the way into her. Selene let out a moan that vibrated through her entire body right down to her hard clit. She panted as she let her body adjust to having his girth inside of her. Once Selene relaxed her muscles, she bucked her hips beneath Johnny, while smell of her wetness filled the room. 

Johnny settled into his rhythm of slow, hard, and deliberate strokes, and he lowered his body on top of Selene. She wrapped her legs around his hips, tilted her pelvis to accept him deep into her womb. As their bodies mated, their hands and lips, caressed and tasted every inch of skin either could reach. 

Selene wanted to feel the aggressive alpha male let loose on her body. She entwined her fingers into his hair, pulled his ear to her lips, growled in her own wanton way, "I want you to fuck me relentlessly, and seed my womb." His eyes flashed with raw animal need as he looked down at her, she knew how to push his buttons, just as well as he could push hers. 

Johnny pinned Selene's hands above her head, entwined his fingers with hers, and squeezed tightly. His animal nature was ready to take over, and he ground his hips down and into her harder and harder, this time he pumped to the rhythm of his desires. His desires were to fill her willing and waiting cunt with his thick potent seed, and plant his beautiful baby in her.

Johnny began to pound Selene relentlessly, as she asked, he grunted and growled, while she cooed and moaned. His grip on her hands became vice-like, she felt his heavy balls draw up, and he looked her dead in the eye. Johnny managed to growl out, "are you ready to be the mother of my child?," while smirking ever so devilishly.

Selene couldn't even manage to respond. His powerful and rough pounding made her body surrender to her own animal desires. She moaned loudly as her orgasm ripped through her sensitive cunt, and her tremors sent Johnny over the edge. He let out a roar that vibrated the walls, and sped his thrusting up to a feverish pace as he unloaded his full potent balls into her waiting womb. She felt every spurt as it splashed against her cervix, and it sent her into another quick but more powerful orgasm. She knew that they had done it, that this would be the man that would make her a mother. 

As their orgasms subsided, they stayed connected, and Selene used her muscles to milk what ever remaining cum was left in Johnny's cock into her womb. He finally released her fingers from his grip and caressed her face, as her warm, now flushed, cheeks smiled at him. He slid out of her and cradled her in his arms, pressed his lips to her ear, nibbled and whispered, "that was just round one, I am far from done with you baby." She smirked and looked at him, "I know lover, I know," as she anticipated all the pleasures that would come.



Finally



Sometimes, things sneak up on you. It's not something you plan, or something you set out to accomplish. It just happens, without warning or fanfare, before you even realize. 

You're swept away.

That's what happened with Him. He caught me off-guard, swept me away, and left me standing there gasping and trying to wrap my head around what had just occurred. 

This was why I found myself sitting in the small, cramped seat of a Boeing 747, my stomach in knots as I made the next step in our relationship – finally meeting Him face-to-face. 

The entire plane trip, I sat there in my seat, fidgeting with the end of my long blue-plaid scarf and tapping my fingernails against the armrest. My mind simply would not stop running in circles, calculating and discarding countless possibilities of what could happen in a matter of hours. 

"What if you disappoint Him? What if you're not what he expected? What if...what if...what if...?" The list was endless.

Finally, the captain's voice echoed vaguely through my subconscious mind, alerting the passengers that our destination was a matter of moments away and that we should begin preparing for the decent from the sky to the ground. 

My heart started skittering around in my chest like a nervous chipmunk, excited but terrified at the same time. I attempted to gather my things together, but found that my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't even get a solid grip on my iPod. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my quivering nerves. 

Over the next fifteen minutes, the plane sank lower and lower through the clouds and my heart began to calm slightly. By the time we touched down on the tarmac, my hands were still enough to pack my things back into my carry-on bag and prepare to exit the plane. 

Thankfully, I had a seat fairly close to the front of the aircraft, so I was able to gather my things together and escape from the plane rather quickly. Once I reached the tunnel, I leaned against the wall and attempted to take stock of my appearance. Reaching up, I attempted to run my fingers through my hair, hoping to tame down the flyaway bits of my dark mane of hair. I reached into my pocket and managed to smear some gloss over my lips, which I knew would absorb into my lips almost immediately due to my extreme nervousness. Assessing my outfit of a black and silver t-shirt, long black sweatpants, and black high-heeled shoes, I sighed with the realization that this was as good as things were going to get. 

Swinging my messenger bag lightly over my shoulder, I took a deep breath and stepped from the tunnel into the airport. Without stopping to think, I followed the signs that led from the terminals, not allowing my mind to think about anything except getting out of the crowded clusters of people and to the place where we had set to meet. 

After what seemed like ages, I stepped into the wide atrium. My eyes darted from one face to another, seeking the one familiar face that I had just traveled hundreds of miles to find. 

Suddenly, he stepped out from behind a column. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking up at the screens where it listed the Arrivals/Departures, eyes scanning the screens lightly.

My heart stopped. The world froze. 

I heard my voice say His name. It sounded like a frightened whisper to my own ears, but it must have been louder than I thought because His beautiful brown eyes immediately moved in my direction. He saw me. His eyes widened. I couldn't move. I didn't have to; he moved for us both. In what seemed like a matter of seconds, he had leapt across the floor until he was hardly a foot away from me. I tried to look away, but His eyes were locked into mine. My lips parted and I could hear my heart thudding like a bass drum in my ears. 

He slowly reached out His fingers, touching my cheek softly, as if he could not believe that I was really standing in front of Him. 

"Sieria."

The one word was a breath, a sigh, a whisper. It broke the spell. I dropped my bags on the floor and threw my arms around His neck, burying my face into the shoulder of His t-shirt. I felt both of us tremble together, like a rehearsed improvisation. His arms were tight around my back, pulling me as close as he could to Himself. Slowly, he drew me away from Him, and looked into my eyes again. His hand slid under my chin as he brought His head down to my level. My mind froze. 

He'sgoingtokissme.....

His lips brushed over mine, so lightly that I thought I imagined it at first. My entire body tingled as I felt a rush of warmth flood over me from my lips to my toes and back. Then, His lips fell onto mine, firmly pressing against my own slightly trembling ones. His hand moved to the back of my neck, drawing me in as His tongue slid against my lips, parting them and making its way into my mouth. I felt His tongue massage against mine, and my own tongue instinctively moved against His, matching His movements. My arms moved to encircle His neck, standing on my tiptoes to reach Him better. 

I whispered His name against His tongue. 

"Declan..."

He drew me closer, moaning softly against my lips as He inhaled the kiss. I wanted this moment to freeze, for the world to keep on moving around us but leaving us to do as we liked if only for the barest of seconds. 

Softly, He drew away from me, touching my face again. 

"Come away with Me?"

I blushed lightly, and he laughed softly. 

"You know I love that shyness of Yours, babygirl. God, I can't..." He stopped with a sigh and a soft whimper. "Let's get out of here." He leaned down and whispered softly into my ear. "The things I want to do to you...I can't do them here. I got us a hotel tonight, love." 

Carefully, he reached behind me into my pocket and tugged out my cell phone. With a smile, he turned it off. Handing it back to me, he reached into His own pockets, withdrawing His own phones and shutting them off. 

"I want no interruptions tonight. Finally, it's just You and me."

I smiled, and reached out for His hand. He drew His arm around my shoulders, picking up my two small bags from the floor and guiding me out the door. 

The next few moments passed in a blur. Suddenly, we were in the cab, moving down the road, merging with all the other cars and traffic on the street. I took a deep breath, noting that my hands were once again shaking, although not so much with fear as with a surge of excitement and a whisper of arousal. 

I don't think I spoke two words on the entire drive over. I was so afraid of my tongue forming foolishness or my words adding up to nonsense that I thought it best to hold my words and speak as little as possible until we were at the hotel. My hands were aching to lean over and touch Him, caress Him, kiss Him...but I was beginning to feel the slightest twinges of fear growing in the pit of my stomach.

It seemed to take hours, although it was only the barest of moments. I remember very little between the door of the hotel itself and the door of our room. He opened the door, letting me slip in past Him first before He let the heavy door shut behind us with a thud. 

Next thing I knew, I was in His arms. I felt my body shaking against His as I rested my head against His chest. His fingers were running over my hair, tracing lines through my thick, silky locks. 

"You're so beautiful, Sieria. It's okay...calm down, love."

Drawing away, He pressed His lips softly against mine, nibbling at my bottom lip softly. Without really thinking, I moaned softly, pressing my hips against His body gently. 

Slowly, His hands moved down over my body, caressing every curve lightly with the palms of His hands as if He wanted to memorize my body. His hand slid up under my shirt, lying flat against my stomach and running butterfly-light caresses around my belly button and down around the waistband of my pants. 

Without my realizing it, He had begun to walk me backwards into the bedroom. My calves brushed against the right side of the bed; He pressed against me gently, and I found myself sitting down on the edge of the bed. His kisses moved down over to the corner of my mouth, down over my jawline and under my left ear. I heard a soft whimper from somewhere; it took a moment or two before I realized the sound had come from my own mouth.

He moved back up to my ear, whispering softly. "I want to see your body, babe. May I....?"

I hesitated for only the barest of seconds before I nodded, looking into His eyes.

Slowly, he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it behind Him somewhere. He reached down and lifted my legs up onto the bed, pressing my shoulders softly until I was lying back against the pillows on the bed. He lifted His shirt over His head and let it fall to the floor before joining me on the bed, lying beside me and running His hand over my stomach and over my breasts lightly. Reaching behind me, he slipped the clasps out of my bra and let it fall to the floor with our shirts. 

He looked me in the eyes as His fingers slid over my body and down over my crotch lightly over my pants. I whimpered softly and shifted on the bed, pressing myself against His fingers, wanting Him to feel my dampness through my sweatpants. With a soft laugh, he moved His hand. 

"Patience, love." 

Without thinking, I moved my own hand down and undid the buckle of His belt, swiftly followed by the button and zipper on His jeans, tugging at the waist as a signal I wanted them gone. He lifted His hips and moved His body as I tugged His pants away, now completed naked next to me. 

Lying beside me, he ran His hands over my body, caressing my breasts while pointedly forgoing touching my nipples, making me moan in desire. 

"Not fair..." I managed to whisper, biting my lip softly.

"Plenty fair, babygirl." 

His lips and tongue flicked over my right nipple, and I groaned softly. His other hand moved to my left breast and rolled the nipple between His fingertips.  

"Oh, baby....don't.....stop....." My own voice sounded foreign and far away.

My fingers trailed over His left cheek and down over His neck, feeling Him trembling at my touch. His hands moved to my waist, sliding my pants off down over my hips and to the floor, taking my panties with them. 

I blushed, and turned my body over a little, trying to hide from His eyes. He stopped and caught my hands in His own, looking right in my eyes. 

"Baby, you don't have to hide. You're beautiful." He took my chin in His fingers and caressed it softly, whispering, "you're beautiful, Sieria. So very beautiful..."

Slowly, I moved my body until I was lying on my side, nothing hidden from His eyes. My fingers slid down my own body, moving over my pelvis and pubic bone, resting just above my damp slit. His eyes watched me, flooded with lust and passionate desire. 

His lips parted and a whimper escaped them softly. "....I love you...."

Suddenly, it was if a dam broke inside us both at the same time. Our bodies were pressed against one another, our lips locked together and our tongues moving together. His moans were flooding my ears; all of my senses were on fire with need and desire. 

His hand slid down between my thighs, brushing over my slit softly, teasing me. The tip of His finger moved out until it was pressed gently against my clit. I whimpered, and my back arched softly at His touch. He lifted His finger momentarily before pressing it down again, running it in small circles over my clit. My eyes closed gently, my lips parted as I whimpered and moaned.

"Oh....oh, Declan...."

His other hand moved behind me, running slowly over my ass, brushing over my crack lightly. 

"Oh Sieria....God, my love...you're so incredibly beautiful..."

One of His fingers slid smoothly inside me to the hilt, quickly followed by a second finger. My entire body reacted in an instant. My breath caught, and my back arched sharply as my hips began to grind gently over His fingers. 

Gently, His other hand slid into my crack, pressing gently and teasingly against my tight asshole. 

I whimpered, already so incredibly aroused, biting my lip to avoid begging Him to stop teasing and just push His finger into me.

He must have seen the expression of delighted pleasure that flickered over my eyes, because he began to press His fingertip into me, very slowly, and barely moving at all. At the same time, he added a third finger to the two that were already deep inside me and coated with my slick juices. Slowly, he moved His fingers in and out of me, fucking me very tenderly...continuing with His expert teasing.

I caught my breath and my eyes rolled back a bit into my head, my lips parting as His name escaped my lips like a breath of air. I tried to stop myself, but the words leapt to my lips unbidden.

"Please...please, Declan...please, baby, may I cum? Please..."

He stopped momentarily, looking into my eyes. He leaned down and whispered into my ear softly.

"Say it again...ask me again...please who, love?"

My eyes slid closed at the whisper of His voice, the feeling of His hot breath against my skin. I tried to speak, but all I could manage was a whisper. 

"Please, Master....please...please, may I cum? Oh please, Master..."

He laughed softly, tenderly. 

"Not yet, babygirl."

Gently, he withdrew His fingers from me, making me whimper in desire. Slowly, carefully, He moved until His head was resting between my legs. I could feel His warm breath against my pussy, and my body arched and tingled with desire and arousal. My dampness was not a secret anymore; it was obviously flowing down my legs. 

Gently, He leaned in and ran His tongue from the bottom to the top of my pussy, not pressing in deeply, just over the lips. I moaned at His touch, my entire body aching to have Him lick at my clit and press His tongue deep inside me.

Slowly, He slid His tongue over my pussy, licking and moving between my lips, flicking His tongue over my clit, making me moan and my eyes roll back into my head. Slowly, He ran His tongue over every inch of my pussy, teasing me until I wanted to scream.  

"Oh fuck, please....please...can I cum, Master? Please!?"

Lifting His head up for the barest of seconds, He smiled and whispered, 

"Cum for Me, babygirl. Cum like the little slut you are, My love..."

My orgasm, which had been building up for quite some time, crashed over me in waves of breathless pleasure. My entire body arched as my lips parted and endless moans fell from my lips into the air. "Oh FUCK, baby....ohhhh, Declan...." 

He didn't stop licking me until my body had stilled, and my breath was coming in gasps. Then, He raised Himself up and brought His face to the level of mine. 

"You liked that, babygirl? You really are such a little slut for Me, aren't you?"

Hardly able to speak, I nodded. He smiled, taking my shoulders and moving me around until I was lying on the bed the short way, my hair falling down and brushing against the floor. I knew exactly what He wanted me to do. Smiling, I looked up into His eyes and opened my mouth. Slowly, He pressed His cock against my lips and into my hot mouth, inch by careful inch. I closed my lips around His shaft and began to suck lightly, running my tongue over the head and the underside of His hard, dark shaft. 

His hands reached down and began to wind themselves up into my hair as I sucked His cock down into my mouth and down my throat a bit. He started moving His hips, fucking my mouth gently; my tongue and lips were never still for a moment. I moved my head over His hardness, feeling it press down into my throat and then out again...over and over again...

After a while, He stopped and pulled out of my mouth. 

"Wow. I love what a slut You are for me, my beautiful submissive...you amaze me."

He helped me sit back up so that my head was resting on the pillows, and I was lying on my back. Carefully, slowly, He moved Himself until He was on top of me, resting between my legs which had parted voluntarily to accommodate Him. His hardness was pressing firmly into my dampness as he moved His hips to line up with mine. 

He stopped momentarily, and met my eyes once more, searching them for any sign of doubt or hesitance; we both knew that this was the pivotal moment. I met His eyes, feeling so much love and passionate pouring out of my eyes and body for Him. Tenderly, he reached out and touched my face.

"Are you sure, my love? We don't have to...I'm more than okay with taking a break, if you need to...or just need time to..."

My eyes gazed deeply into His, expressing more than I dared my lips to convey. "Yes. I'm sure, baby."

With a gentle forward motion of His hips, He pressed Himself into me, slowly, inch by careful inch. My eyes widened and my lips parted as I felt the thickness of His cock sink into me. My back arched as His hands caught my shoulders, giving Him support as He pressed further into me.

My mouth opened into a silent cry of pleasure and sheer intimate ecstasy. Instinctively, I began to move my hips with His, mirroring His movements as He pressed into me and then drew out of me until only the tip was inside me. He began to thrust into me firmer, a little harder, but still maintaining a slow level of intimacy and tenderness. 

I reached up and wrapped my arms around His neck, my ankles lacing with His as we moved together on the bed. I reached out my hand and took His hand, holding it softly in mine against His chest, our finger twining together. 

His moans were getting a bit louder, my name repeated over and over like a chanted mantra to the gods of erotic sensuality. 

"Oh yes....oh Sieria, my love, don't stop....fuck, Sieria...."

My moans began to rise with His, our words flowing together like the waves on a beach crashing over the sand.

"....Declan....oh fuck, baby....."

"Sieria....yes...."

"Declan..."

"Sieria..."

"I love you."

The words came out of nowhere. My entire body felt like it was going to explode, my eyes snapping open and gazing straight into His.

"What?" My words were barely audible.

He bit His lip, as if realizing that he had spoken aloud.

"I...." He shook His head, pressed our clasped hands firmly to His heart, and repeated the phrase, a bit louder this time.

"I love you. God, Sieria, I love you.....I love you....I love.....oh FUCK, YES, baby....I'm....I can't....I have to....."

My entire body was lost in the pleasure that was beginning to slam over me. I felt His cock pulsing deep inside me, feeling Him coming so close....feeling myself reach the brink....

"Declan...I love you!!! Oh, fuck, baby, I'm gonna.....I'm gonna cummmmm.........can I please....please, Master, can I.....?"

He nodded as best He could.

"Cum with Me, babygirl."

Our heads fell back, our bodies trembling and shaking together as we reached a mutual peak. 

"YES!"

I felt His hot cum shooting incredibly deep into me, flooding me and mingling with my own wetness and orgasm. 

Exhausted, I let my head fall back onto the bed, panting and gasping as my own orgasm began to fade away. Mutually spend, He collapsed gently onto me, not pulling Himself from me just yet...not wanting to break the connection between us. 

"Wow, baby...that was..."

He smiled and laughed His own soft agreement.

"...it was perfect, love."

Gently, He withdrew from me, causing us both to whimper softly. He stretched His body out next to mine, drawing me to Him as he reached down to pick up a blanket from the floor where it had fallen. I rested my head on His chest, hearing His heart thudding against His ribs. He unfolded the blanket and draped it over us, covering our trembling bodies. 

"I love you, Declan."

"I love you too, Sieria." 



Finally



All comments, good and bad, are always appreciated.

This is a true story, from a good friend, written with just a little...creative licence.

All characters are over 18.

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She had no idea.

She would probably never know what this was to me. How much this one night would mean. How I was feeling now, how I would feel after. She'd never really get it. How long I'd wanted this. Wanted her. And how badly. She'd never feel like this for anyone. I'd never feel like this for anyone else. I knew this. But I couldn't stop. 

It had come out of nowhere. 

"I'm so buzzed right now."

My best friend. She had been for so long. Like a sister. A sister who I wanted to fuck. A sister who filled me with clichés; weak knees and quickened heartbeats. Every smile and every hug and every whispered word became my new best memory.

"Look how much we've drank."

It took me so long to realise it. I liked guys, sure, and I'd known I'd liked girls for a while now. I simplified it for myself, I was a girl who was attracted to attractive people. Wide shoulders or thin waists, strong jaw lines and high, pert breasts. It was never a problem for me, defining or labelling myself. No. The problem came later.

"Isn't it, like, really warm in here?"

Watching porn on a lonely Saturday night. Not in the mood to find a willing partner to pass the evening with. Spending some time alone. Me time.

Two girls on screen, their tongues dancing wildly in each other's mouths. My fingers slowly caressing the front of my underwear. It was the way they looked at each other. They'd talk, and smile their fake little smiles, "I've never felt this way about a girl", "I didn't know it could be this way", and so on. But the second their pre-written, shitty, amateur porn lines ended, the masks were off. True passion. They attacked each other. They each made the other squeal and moan with expert precision. They'd done this before, many times. 

"I'm feeling pretty hyper, ya know? Pretty crazy..."

It was true love on screen. Real life passion, a loving relationship, hiding beneath a thin veil of pornography. This was what I'd wanted. All those one nights with the pretty boys and handsome young women. All the cock sucking and clit licking and empty intimacy. This was what I'd unknowingly wanted. They were lost in each other. I loved it. So where is the problem? The problem lies with: why, as my fingers slid inside myself, as my ass bucked up and down on my desk chair, as I launched my head back and joined the duet of wailing pumping from my desk-top speakers: why. 

Why did her face come into my mind?

"I kind of feel like...anything could happen..."

These were her lines. I'd heard them before, but never like this. With her eyes locked onto mine, her sloping smile directing her trite, generic words at me.

She probably didn't even know what she was saying, or how often she said them. It was her unconscious slip, her switch from normal tipsy chattiness to seductively sexually interested. Experimental. I'd seen it before, the look in her eyes, the way she stuck out her chest. Every time I'd seen it in the past, I could feel my panties dampen, but now it was like my body didn't dare. I didn't dare hope that these were the same lines, the same look. We were the only two in the room. A random, late night visit from a good friend.

A pair of faces sprang to memory. Two brothers, about 2 years between them, about 3 between her and the youngest. Handsome, sexy. At first I thought we were going to split them. That's what we'd discussed in giggled whispers between hits 4 and 5.

"Anything could happen."

It was awkward, the morning after. I'd spent the night with their not-so-little sister, who was buxom but shy. Inexperienced, but eager to please. Not the worst I'd ever had. But between the brothers...well, they could barely look each other in the eye. But she didn't notice. Still flirting, still winking away. Still vapid and self-centred and entirely tempting. She joked about it. Her two big boys. What fun.

Who knows what happened to their relationship afterwards. Or maybe it wasn't that unusual, their weekly, not-quite-incestuous 3 way with some unknown hot chick. 

Doubtful.

She convinced them. She seduced them. 

The same way she seduced a good friend's little brother. 18 and still a virgin, he'd have done anything. Literally.

Well, at least he'd seemed to enjoy it. Where had she even gotten a strap-on? Where had she been hiding it all night, waiting for the right lull in the drunken chatter to excuse herself and drag him along?

It doesn't bare thinking about.

Or does it?

Our eyes were still locked. She was still smirking that almost smirk, letting the question as to what "anything" would entail linger in the mind of her chosen target.

Me.

After years of not saying anything, never making a move because of the absolute knowledge that she'd never shown a hint of lust for the fairer sex. I'd have noticed.

"Gaydar" is the common term. A sixth sense, well honed. I can spot a lingering look, or an eyebrow raised in curious pondering, from a "straight" girl from across a dimly lit bar, almost completely wasted. This...wasn't that.

This was how she lived. Admirable, in a way. When she realised she wanted to try something, some dirty little fetish, she didn't think about it very long. She didn't search for porn of it on the internet, and she certainly didn't talk to anyone about it. She just did it. 

Find an eager young man, willing to experiment, or two handsome brothers, hopefully closer than people realise...and live out her fantasy. These events were fairly few and far between, afterwards it's back to plain old boyfriends and straight sex in the missionary position. Well, not quite that vanilla, but you know what I mean.

This wasn't a change in lifestyle choice, nor was it a confession of long held desire. It was a whim. An impulse, almost. 

The question was; Was I smart enough to walk away from this?

We were already kissing.

It was intense. From both sides. Tongues exploring each others mouths, hands already stroking hips, moving south. I was bringing an adolescence and early adulthood full of barely contained lust, and she was apparently bringing the same frenzied attention she brought to all of these encounters. 

And now she's lying down, our bodies touching at every point. My hands were working on automatic, gently teasing out the clips from her hair and quickly, expertly, unhooking her bra with a snap of my fingers. Like magic. Suddenly she was squeezing my ass, hard. Electrical pulses ran up my spine and all over. 

She was touching me. Groping me. 

My hands moved downwards. I slid them behind her back, and into the waist of her jeans. Always just a little to loose, so that they'd just hang on the hips, rather than hug them.

Her eyes were closed. 

I let my fingers slip slowly down, feeling her deliciously soft skin. No panties. 

'Atta girl.

She moaned loudly into my mouth. I could literally feel myself dampen in response. Too soon she was pushing me away, smiling.

I said the words in my head along with her, taking in every delectable syllable, marvelling at the fact that they were directed at me. 

"Shall we move this...somewhere more comfortable?"

Somewhere more comfortable. A parent's bedroom, a blanket stretched out on the floor, a gazebo under the stars, a freaking garden shed; it didn't matter. The move from one place to another was a switch being flipped, a physical sign of an otherwise unnoticeable emotional level being reached. From making out, or preparing whatever else, to the act itself. From foreplay to the real deal.

She was still smiling as I pulled reluctantly away. The warmth of her body disappeared from under my arms. I followed her. I followed her ass as it wiggled away, all the way to my bedroom. And my bed.

She jumped on and span around. Splayed out like a model, looking infinitely better. Smiling. And there was the wink. I couldn't hear her now. I'd never been to this chapter. This was when the door closed and I picked up the next hottest person in the room for my own amusement. 

I closed the door behind me.

As I stepped closer, she moved a little farther along, arranging herself comfortably. I was going first, obviously. Good. Give her something to try and top.

We kissed again. I pulled her top off. She was beautiful. Her perfect, soft skin. Her breasts were large, D-cups, if I had to guess, and I'm quite good at guessing. 

She never wore any kind of special bras. I'd laughed when she first told me this. She'd come back one summer, suddenly unintentionally shoving the things under everyone's nose. Some kind of wonder bra was expected, rumours of surgery floated around.

But no. 

One hundred percent real, all natural, gravity defying, God-inspiring flesh.

I'd never seen her nipples before. Very light pink, small compared to their surroundings, and standing on end. And, as my tongue soon discovered, incredibly sensitive.

I licked and flicked and rolled and rubbed, never letting up for a second. I was constantly aware that this may well be a one-time thing. I wanted to make love to every erogenous zone she had. While my tongue and teeth continued the good work upstairs, my hand drifted down, stroking at random areas of toned stomach and wide hip. It was all about the sounds.

She was let out a low moan every now and again, every flick of the tongue, every nibble eliciting a little intake of breath, small but noticeable. It was when I grabbed her hips hard with both hands that she started squeaking. I slid my hands down, just under the first inch or so of loose waistline, and added pressure. This was it.

I never once stopped looking at her face. She couldn't stop licking her lips. Her hips bucked against my grip, as did her chest against me clinging lips. Her own hands quickly covered her mouth, in shock I hoped.

It was. 

I slowly stopped, digging my fingers inside her jeans and gripping her useless belt. I needed to watch her recover. Her beautiful eyes had been hidden from me so far, but now they were revealed. 

"Wow."

Good sign.

"I've never..." 

She was shy, nervous. I couldn't tell if it was an act. I started panicking a little.

"...from...from that."

And she was giggling again. She ran her fingers through my hair, gently rubbing my head. She took my face in her hands. 

We just stared at each other.

But I was wasting time. 

I didn't bother unhooking, I just yanked the jeans down hard, bringing them to about the knee in one. She giggled again, and let her head fall back against the soft wall of pillows behind her.

She was almost completely shaved, with just a small triangle of fuzz left behind. Adorable.

I finished my extraction and threw them to the floor. I took a precious second to look at her. Completely naked beneath me. She was perfect. Every inch of skin, of taught, tight body, toned and perfect.

Her toenails weren't painted.

I slowly lifted her legs apart and got into position. I had to make this good. This was the one and only chance to make her mine. To show her what sex with me was like. I decided to go with my best play.

This was usually reserved for women I'd been with many times, that I had a relationship with. It was my speciality. Not to brag, but it had been called a "special treat" by someone who knew what she was talking about.

It was slow. Ridiculously slow. I started on one inner thigh, with just my fingertips. I massaged, carefully and slowly until I reached the very edge of her glistening pussy. Then I switched sides. Again taking my time, I worked up the side until I was just about to reach the centre. The I worked both sides, circling my fingers gently, every few rotations pushing a little harder. Soon, I was massaging the whole area with the palms of my hands, never once touching her pussy, while my fingers reached up to lightly stroke her hips. I moved both hands suddenly towards the centre, unbearably close.

She gasped.

I pulled away. She moaned loudly. I watched her for a few seconds. 

It was strange, the best way to do this long, sensual massage type of thing was when the woman was a little bit...restrained. Nothing too hard core, just a scarf or something to stop her from intervening, stimulating any area too soon, and a perhaps blindfold to keep the suspense.

But she was taking care of it herself.

She had both hands wrapped up in the metal bars of my headboard, and she was pushing her eyes into one arm. 

By waiting a few seconds, I had made it even better for her. She was now so wet that it was running down onto my expensive blankets.

It occurred to me that she'd probably never, in her whole life, considered having sex below the covers on a bed.

I started back at the very start, this time with my tongue. Each thigh, slowly licked until completely glistening, although the closer to her pussy I got, the more I was just licking away her own moisture. 

Just a taste.

I reached the same point again, except this time only on one thigh, obviously. I twitched my tongue towards the centre, and her whole body jumped. I stopped again. She was moaning almost constantly now, sighing and gasping at every unexpected twitch on her delicate skin, but this was by far the most expressive. 

And still she didn't move her hands, or turn her head. The first time I'd had this done to me, I pulled against the fluffy handcuffs more times than I can count, trying to do anything to get myself off sooner. It was like torture, being so desperately close to release, yet never reaching it. 

Beautiful, wonderful torture.

This was where the real fun began, and where the real skill came in. I touched, with the absolute faintest of licks, the outside of her pussy lips. 

She was delicious.

She gasped, and moaned, and for a few heart racing seconds, began bucking her hips. But I was nowhere near her. She was already very close. Naughty. Can't let her finish too soon. It ruins all the fun.

It really is a delight, playing with your lover like this. Slowly, so slowly, using only the barest of licks, working your way farther and farther around her pussy, constantly bringing her to the brink of orgasm, and then letting that brink move higher. 

The attention I was giving her now would have finished her just a few minutes ago, but now she needs more. And more. Until I'm basically tongue-fucking her with hard, long strokes, and she's gasping and panting, her knuckles white against around the metallic grey.

So close, her breath escaping in long, desperate squeals, the wordless begging of a woman on the edge. You just have to wait until almost every inch of her pussy has been explored, and licked, a dozen times.

Then, and only then, did I go for the clit. No more teasing here; direct, pulled into the lips, licked swirled and nibbled, while my arms sneaked around to restrain her waist. Couldn't have her bucking away from me.

Which she very nearly did, despite all my practice. 

She said one word, a thankful prayer after almost an hour of begging.

"Yes...!"

She came harder than anyone I'd ever seen, screaming and whimpering with every breath, every muscle taut then limp, that glorious chest bouncing and jiggling along. She pulled so hard against my headboard that it started to bend slightly, her athletic arms flexed with effort. 

Not once did I let go, or stop. I dipped into her pussy again, and out, making my tongue flutter against her clit, and inside her pulsating centre. I started to grab and lightly pinch her clit, fingers taking the place of tongue, then switching back.

I couldn't say for how long she climaxed. She was exhausted. Her breath coming in long, shuddering sighs.

At last she looked at me, her eyes full of tears and cheeks red with arousal. She kissed me again. I caressed her naked, still-twitching body, not at all concerned that I was fully clothed.

Luckily for me, she was concerned.

She undressed me slowly. She was fascinated with every inch of my body, the way virgins are. She was inexperienced, to say the least, but I'd been so close to my own release, ever since I'd first tasted her, that I barely noticed.

It was her. She was finally touching me, undressing me, wanting me.

It was...indescribable. Wonderful.

She didn't have the skill to pull off what I'd just done, and she knew that. I sensed she had some more lines planned, some witty dialogue, just like always. But I never stopped looking at her, and every time our eyes met she seemed to lose track of what she was doing. 

Too soon, I was naked. And she was starting. Not slow, but straight in. Like she was trying to make out with me again, I felt could feel the same moves she had pulled in my mouth. It would be enough.

I was already so close, I hadn't touched myself once for fear of ruining my favourite kind of climax, the long postponed one. But this wouldn't take long. She was working hard, licking me furiously. The one, small piece of my brain that was still rational pondered how long she'd be able to keep up the pace without the rigorous training my tongue and jaw had undergone since my first time.

Turns out, I went before she did. I didn't take some skilful trick, all it took was for her to find my clit. I melted, my whole body from the waist down. It was my turn to scream and moan now. But only her name.

We kissed again. We didn't sleep for hours. Without saying a word, we kissed and licked and played and came, again and again, until sunlight started to peak through the curtains.

She fell asleep first. I held her so tight I thought I might hurt her.

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I woke first. I could do nothing but stare at her. She fell asleep in my arms, but now her back was turned to me. Hardly subtle imagery. I already felt like crying. All I could do was keep staring, and enjoy her body as long as possible. I hoped she would sleep forever.

She woke up, eventually, of course. She smiled. She showered. I made breakfast. On my way to the kitchen, I found a D-cup bra lying on the floor. Good guess, I thought.

She came out almost fully dressed. We ate, we chatted. She would bring it up before me. I wasn't going to make this any faster than it had to be.

And then she did.

"Last Night Was--You Were Amazing--I Don't Think--One Time Thing--But Who Knows?"

The whole speech. In one go. As if I couldn't recite it word for word.

But who knows. The worst part. The hint of hope in the victims eyes. 

Well I knew. There was no stopping this. She'd leave, it would be over. A nice memory, perhaps even a joke to tell at parties. A bit of fun.

I felt the tears spring to my eyes without warning. I felt like a child. I knew this was coming, why hadn't I accepted it yet?

I wasn't going to beg.

She was taken aback by the tears. 

"You have to have known..." I said,

I couldn't believe I was doing this. But I had nothing to lose. Make your case or let her leave. Chances were, it would end the same.

"how...I felt..." I was almost sobbing now.

She reached over and took my hand. She said something. Nothing. Just words to try to placate me. Try to make it easier. She didn't get it. She was genuinely confused. All those years, and she'd never understood how much she meant to me. I think it scared her. 

I told her I loved her. 

She left some time later.

I stood alone, tears again flowing freely. For a few seconds I hated her. She'd ruined everything. Loving her from afar wouldn't have been so bad.

I could have survived.

Now I had nothing. Just a lifetime of empty sex and not even the hope of love.

But by that night, I had already realized that I had needed this to happen. All of it. The whole tragedy, from hopeful beginning to inevitable end. If it hadn't played out, it never would have ended. I would always secretly, hopelessly love her.




Finally



Now I could move on.

I just wasn't sure that I ever would.



Finally!!



You and I have been chatting online for months now and have been dying to hook up in person. The talking has been so hot and erotic that both of us have been so turned on, the anticipation has been building up and we are dying to meet in person.

I slip into the bathroom of my office before I leave to freshen up, I remove my black lace thong and tuck it in my purse and I smooth down my skirt and adjust my blouse, opening up an extra button to accentuate my ample cleavage. I spray some heady perfume all over and fluff out my hair and redo my pink lipstick and head out front to meet you.

I see the car immediately and I walk towards it, as I am walking my tits are bouncing and my nipples are getting harder and harder the closer I get to you. I go to the driver's side and you have rolled down the window and I lean in and we kiss passionately. As I lean forward to kiss you, you look down my blouse and groan, you can see my pink lace bra and see how it pushes my tits up so they are overflowing out of the bra. You run your finger over my hard nipple and I close my eyes and let out a low growl...I have been waiting for you to touch me for so long that I lean into your hands so my whole tit is in your warm hands.

I quickly stand up and come around to the passenger side and get in the car, as I slide into the seat my skirt rides up slightly and you get a good look at my creamy thighs, you put your hand on my thigh and slide it up the hem of the skirt until you feel the wetness between my legs. I slide forward and spread my legs so you can fully feel how wet you have made me.

I lean back in the seat and let you caress my pussy, I have been starved for your touch and your fingers feel so good inside me. I reach over and touch the bulge in your pants, you moan and I start to rub your already hard cock. I pull down your zipper and reach inside and feel your hot cock in my hands. I lean over and kiss the tip of your cock, sliding my tongue all over the head, you harden in my mouth and wrap your fingers in my hair and pull my mouth closer to your body.

I sit up and wipe my mouth and tell you that we need to go someplace more private so we can taste each other the way we have been dying to. You drive to the closest motel that you can and run in and pay for a room. You come back to the car and take my hand and squeeze it and give me a look like you want to devour me!!

You practically drag me to the room and you throw open the door, you grab me and pull me close to your body and start to kiss me so deeply that I am breathless. I wrap my arms around your neck and I kiss you back with as much passion as you have shown me. You push me farther into the room while still kissing me and your close the door with your leg. 

You push me backwards until I am in front of the bed and you pull up my skirt so it is above my ass and my shaved pussy is fully visible. You sit me down on the bed and kneel between my legs which you have spread wide so my glistening pink lips and completely exposed. I lie back on the bed surrendering myself to your expert touch. You spread the lips and run your tongue along my entire pussy, your hot wet tongue feels so good on my pussy and I begin to moan immediately you stop at my swollen clit and circle it with the tip of your tongue, you slide two fingers inside me with ease and start finger fucking me. I bring my legs up and spread them as far as I can so every inch of my pussy is exposed for you. You lap at my pussy while your fingers warm me up for your cock. You increase the sucking of my clit and the movement of your fingers and I cum screaming loudly as each spasm rocks my entire body.

I crawl up to the pillows and lie on them exhausted but I know the fun has only just begun...you remove your clothes and crawl up onto the bed beside me. You start to kiss me again and I can taste the sweet juice of my pussy on your tongue and I can't get enough. You undo the buttons of my blouse and throw it onto the floor. You start to pinch my nipples through the lacy fabric and you can see my nipples become hard with each flick of your finger. You lift each breast up and release it from the fabric so my fabulous breasts are exposed, you bend down and start to suck on them, biting then sucking then until I am squirming.

I roll you onto your back and straddle your hips, you can feel the heat coming off my pussy the minute I sit on you and your cock jumps every time our skin touches...it is driving you wild. You want to grab my hips and slide me onto your throbbing cock so bad you can taste it...I want to drive you crazy a while longer!!

I run my fingernails through your chest hair, flicking each nipple as I pass it, your nipples come to life just as mine had for you and I lean forward and start to lick each nipple tenderly, then I bit them and you moan, your hands on my hips trying to guide your cock into my wetness. I continue to play with your nipples and start to kiss my way down to your cock.

I start to nibble at the head and you somehow grow even more in my mouth. I start to stroke the shaft and squeeze a little harder each time I get to the base, I slide my hands underneath and take your balls into my hands and take the full length of your cock into my mouth. I tighten my mouth around your cock and start to suck faster and faster. 

You grab my shoulders and guide me up and I straddle you again only this time you make sure you get what you want and you guide your rock hard cock deep into my waiting pussy. I sit up and put all my weight down on you and start to rock my hips slowly at first and then faster and faster. I have my hands on your chest and am rubbing your nipples through the mass of chest hair. You reach up and put your hands on my bouncing breasts and start to massage them as I ride your cock.

My head is thrown back and my orgasm is so close, I look down at you and can see that you are close too. I reach down and put my fingers on y swollen clit and start to rub in time to my gyrating hips. I spread my hips as wide as I can and ride you harder and harder, you move your hips to meet each thrust of mine and cum harder than I have ever cum in my life. You cum seconds later and shoot your hot cum deep into me filling me up pleasantly.

You gently roll me off of you and pull me close and nuzzle my ear...we fall asleep still attached oblivious to the outside world...



Finally



Finally the play was over. All those hours he put in during hell week had finally paid off. All that was left now was the cleanup. Almost everyone left even though the director had clearly said that she wanted everybody to stay afterwards to help cleanup. Alex was the only one left in the building. He had a few naughty ideas rolling through his head one time when Alyssa had bent down a little bit too far on stage, and showed a little bit more than cleavage, but he quickly stopped daydreaming when he almost fell out of his chair. 

He looked down from the sound booth and saw the huge mess on the stage. As he was walking down to the stage he heard some shouting coming from the changing room. He walked into the women's room hoping to catch a glimpse of some skin, and play it off as "just checking to see if everything was okay", but nobody was in the women's room. As he approached the men's room, the shouting stopped and Sam stormed out. He walked in to see of everything was okay, but just as he opened the door, Nick was bending down to put on his jockstrap exposing his perfect muscular unblemished ass and his tight hairless hole. He was a god; he had incredible rippling abs, tight pecks with nice little nipples, and a huge 8" cock. 

Alex felt his dick twitch, but thought nothing of it. When he looked up, he saw Nick's cute face staring back at him. "Oh my god I'm sorry." Alex shouted as he backed up into a wall of lockers. 

"Its fine." Nick responded. "We're both guys after all, right?" 

"Yeah, I guess." Alex said. "But I feel kind-of like a fag now." 

"Don't." Nick said. "You aren't." 

"But my dick twitched a little when I walked in and saw you standing there." Alex said. 

"That's completely natural." Nick said. "It's your body sensing some sort of sexual tension and reacting to it. We learned that in Biology last week." 

"So it doesn't mean I'm gay?" Alex responded. 

"No, not at all, it just means you're a human." Nick said. 

"Okay..." Alex unsurely responded. 

"You don't seem so sure that I'm telling the truth." Nick prompted. 

"No I believe you." Alex responded. 

"Watch my dick." Nick said, and before Alex could question him, Nick reached down, pulled off his Jockstrap and then reached over and yanked down Alex's pants. Although he was mainly thinking about what the hell Nick was doing, he did notice Nick's dick twitch a little. He had never considered it before because Nick was always the "sexy ladies' man" but maybe he was gay... "No way!" Alex thought to himself and discarded the question" There was something about Nick's penis that mesmerized Alex. It captivated his gaze and although it disgusted him, Alex could not stop thinking about it. 

"You alright there?" Nick asked. "You look like you've just seen a ghost." 

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Alex answered. 

"I know that was kind-of a strange request, but you did see it twitch didn't you?" Nick broke the silence. 

"Yeah, I see what you mean." Alex said. Neither of them had noticed until that moment, but Alex was actually sporting a slowly enlarging hard-on to compliment Nick's nice looking woody. 

"Well, this is awkward..." Nick broke the silence for the second time that day "Come on, I know just the cure for this." After telling Alex to sit down on the floor in the shower room, Nick went back to grab his computer. When he got back he had it all booted up and had the Porn-Hub homepage open in Google Chrome. "What do you want to watch today?" Nick asked with a devilish grin. 

"What?! That's your cure?" Alex demanded. 

"Do you have a problem with it?" Nick returned. 

"I'm not gonna jack off right here in the shower room in front of you." Alex said. 

"Then I'll make extra sure I don't look over at you." Nick said. "It'll be fine, I won't tell anyone." Just as Alex got up and was about to put his clothes back on, Nick questioned Alex "Are you really going to go home to your folks looking like that, with a giant lump in your pants?" Alex realized the implications and reconsidered his actions. He sat back down beside Nick and asked him one more thing. 

"Promise me you will not breathe a word of what happens in here." 

Nick responded by saying "You realize that I would be in the same position that you are if anyone says anything right?" 

"Let's just get this over with." Alex said. Nick sat the computer between them and started a video with a particularly busty-looking blond and a construction worker. Both Nick and Alex spat in their hands and got to work. Alex started moaning about halfway through the video, and soon thereafter he began going into an orgasmic spasm, his strong legs and tight ass started tensing and releasing as he was lifted off of the cold tile floor. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhhh fuuuucccck!" he shouted as load after load of hot sticky semen shot from his penis, some landing on his flexing pecks, a few drops landing on his chin. 

"Ahhhhh!" Nick shouted seemingly about to go into orgasm himself, but when Alex looked over, he saw that he had actually sprayed Nick in the face with his semen. "Get it off!" Nick shouted, the computer and possibility of anyone being outside the locker room completely ignored. 

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Alex apologized as he stood up and went to go get some paper towels, but when he got back Nick was licking the remnants of Alex's hot sticky man-juices off of his fingers. "Oh my god!" Alex shouted "You're a fag?" 

"Bisexual really" Nick responded coolly. 

"You did that all just to see me naked didn't you?!" Alex yelled furiously. While Alex was changing with his back to Nick, Nick crept up behind him, and using his small frame powerfully, he pinned Alex down on the bench. Despite Alex's surprising strength for his age, Nick was stronger, and kept him pinned down with his legs as he rubbed his swollen cock across Alex's struggling face. 

"This is just to get back at you, or return the favor I guess. Whichever floats your boat." Nick said with a devilish grin "You should know not to yell for help, because your punishment will only get worse." As Nick reached climax, Alex saw an opportunity and attempted to push free, but as he did, Nick blew the biggest load that Alex had ever seen. 

Nick's swollen head erupted as hot sticky cum shot all over Alex's face, going in his eyes and coating the inside of his mouth. As soon as Nick stood back up, Alex grabbed his shirt and ran out the locker room door. He started gagging, but then realized that the only way to get the cum out of his mouth was to swallow, and as painful as it was, it was better than running down the hallway shirtless with cum dribbling out of his mouth. When Alex got to his car, he realized that he had forgotten his shoes, but was too desperate to leave to care. 

"What took you so long?" Alex's Dad asked when he got home. 

"I had to help clean up the set" Alex hastily responded.

"Well I guess you're in community college for a reason. It doesn't look like you did too good of a job." Mr. Alex joked "You've got something on your face." 

"Oh yeah, umm we had pudding." Alex lied as he hesitantly wiped it off his face with a finger. 

"What, are you just going to keep it on your finger until the bugs come?" his father teased. "Just lick it off, it's just pudding." 

With a pained expression on his face, Alex stuck the finger in his mouth and licked off the last bit of Nick's now cooled cum. 

Alex opened up his backpack, but shortly realized that he really didn't want to do his homework. He ran up to his room and started up his Xbox, but then realized he didn't want to do that either. After sitting at the foot of his bed and contemplating the day's events for quite awhile, he took off his clothes and stepped in the shower. 

"Dinner Time!" Alex heard his Mom shout before he realized that he was still in the shower. 

"How long was I in there?" Alex thought. 

"Alex, time for dinner!" his mom shouted again. 

"I don't feel well." Alex shouted back down after getting out of the shower. "I think I'll skip dinner tonight mom." Alex toweled off and walked over to his bed still naked. After looking at his doorknob to make sure his door was locked, he collapsed on his bed and promptly fell asleep. He woke up at a quarter to midnight, but could not fall back asleep. After about ten minutes of inactivity, he walked over to his desk and grabbed his computer. With Porn-Hub open in the browser, he started absentmindedly searching for a video to watch when he realized that he was in the gay designated section of the website. 

He had been thinking before, about what had happened in the locker room. Why was he so interested in Nick? Was Nick lying about when his dick twitched just to get in his pants? Why did he think Nick's cum almost tasted good? What if he was gay? Alex decided to answer those questions so that at least he could fall back asleep. 

He selected the highest rated video and clicked play. After about two minutes, Alex's worst fears became realities. He started getting hard, harder than he had ever been while watching straight porn, but he decided to keep going anyway. After about ten minutes of jerking his dick, he was about to orgasm. That night, he had the most intense orgasm of his life; it felt fresh, new, innocent, and most of all incredible. "Maybe I am gay." Alex thought to himself. "What would everyone think of me, my parents and grandparents?" He decided he'd keep it a secret for now. After putting his laptop away, he lay in bed thinking about his recent discovery, and soon fell asleep. 

The next morning he woke up, put on his clothes for school and went downstairs for breakfast. Everything he had done was the same as his usual morning routine, but something felt different, out of place. He realized that it was what had happened yesterday, and as he thought about it on his way to school, he realized that he had probably been gay all along, those strange moments when a particularly good looking guy walked by and grabbed his attention, his disinterest in pussy, or picky-ness of women, and now that he thought about it, he realized that he was more interested in the men in straight pornography films rather than the women.

He went through the rest of the day absentmindedly thinking about what he was going to do rather than paying attention in class. By lunchtime he had decided that he was going to find Nick after school that day. He called his parents and told them that he didn't need a ride home that day, he would be running late and he'd have a friend drop him off. Alex spent the last two periods of the day in anticipation of what was going to happen after school. 

During his math class he realized that if he was going to get fucked, he'd need to make sure his ass was cleaned out to avoid embarrassment, so during his eighth period study hall, he went down to the emporium to buy a water bottle, and spent the rest of the period cleaning himself out in one of the bathroom stalls. It felt like hours until that bell finally rang, but when it did, Alex ran down to the locker rooms as fast as he could. 

Once he got down there though, he realized that the entire baseball team was in the locker room, so he couldn't just bust in there and ask Nick to have sex with him. He waited for the team to slowly start filing out, but he didn't see Nick. He stepped inside the locker room to check and make sure he wasn't still inside. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Nick in the same position that he had been in the day before, with his perfect ass raised up to the sky showing off his tight little hole. 

"I had a feeling I might see you back here." Nick grinned. With a provocative smile he asked Alex if he liked what he saw. "I can skip baseball practice today if you like." He said. 

"Oh yes, I'd really like that." Alex responded with a sly grin as he started to take off his clothes. Alex wasn't bad looking himself. He was definitely an athletic kid, with a nice six pack starting, and thick muscular legs. For 18 he had a good chest on him, and his biceps were pretty big for his age. The veins in his hands and forearms had a sexy bulge, and his dick wasn't the same 8" that Nick's was, but it more than made up for it in width. 

Nick lay down on the bench in the middle of the room and with an inviting grin asked Alex to give him the ride of his life. Alex walked over to the bench and kneeled down next to Nick's head. He had never done this before and was kind of nervous. Nick could sense that, so he craned his neck so that he could whisper into Alex's ear, and said "It's gonna be fine, I'll help you through it." 

Nick turned Alex's head, and gingerly touched their lips together. Nick used his tongue to start exploring Alex's mouth, and soon he was returning the favor. After about five minutes of the two of them sucking each other's faces off, Nick pulled back and Alex got the message. Alex bent down and delicately kissed his stomach. The warmth of his skin felt so comforting against Alex's lips. All of a sudden he couldn't resist and started kissing all up and down Nick's perfectly toned body. He would make a line going straight up his chest, plant one on Nick's lips, and then head back down. He would stop just short of the waistband on Nick's jockstrap to tease him. He could tell it was working because there was a rising bulge in Nick's jockstrap pouch. 

"Go ahead and lick my nipples." Nick said. Alex happily obliged by moving his head over and sloppily covering Nick's nipples with his saliva. He gently rubbed his teeth against Nick's nipples and fondled them with his tongue. As he moved across Nick's chest to the other nipple, Nick's huge cock finally burst out from its prison in his jockstrap. Alex could not resist seeing that giant cock sitting there as hard as a rock and just leaving it there, so he moved over, and kissed the head. 

Nick's cock shot straight up, and Alex moved, pulled Nick's jockstrap off of his legs, grabbed the shaft and started stroking it as he licked Nick's shaved balls. Alex had never seen such a beautiful man; from his blindingly white teeth to his rock-solid abs, all the way to his perfectly hairless body, even his pubes were shaved all the way to the skin. Alex could not resist the temptation, and shoved Nick's eight long inches all the way down his throat. 

"Oh Fuck yeah!" Nick responded. He put his hand on the back of Alex's head and held it there until he started gagging. 

As Alex pulled back, he breathily replied "Oh fuck that tastes so good." He went back down, and this time fondled Nick's head with his tongue. Alex was getting a major hard-on by this time, so after he had finished sucking the living daylights out of Nick's huge dick, Nick stood up, and told Alex to lie down on the bench. Nick pulled down Alex's revealing boxer-briefs unveiling a thick juicy cock, and huge balls that had to be full of cum. 

Nick quickly plunged his mouth down on Alex's dick, and he moaned like never before. Alex opened his eyes and stared at Nick's amazing ass just sticking up in the air. He reached over and massaged it with one hand while holding the bench with the other. Nick pulled his head back, so just the head of Alex's thick cock was in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He went down again, and sucked harder than ever. 

Nick had been sucking on Alex's fat dick for about five minutes when he shouted out "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Nick grabbed the base of Alex's dick so that his jizz couldn't come out. 

"Oh no you aren't" Nick responded with a smirk. Nick grabbed Alex's legs and pulled them up so Alex was lying on his back on the bench, and brought his mouth up and kissed Alex's ass. Nick stretched out his tongue and licked Alex's tight hole once, twice, and a third time. He took his index finger and started massaging his ass until the muscles released and he was able to fit his finger inside of Alex's warm hole. Nick lapped at his hole until his tongue could easily fit inside, and then he started licking around the inside.

He pulled his head out and spat right into Alex's hole. With a suggestive smile he said "I left my lube at home, so I'll just have to make sure I get you nice and wet." Nick dove into Alex's muscular ass with the voracity of a starved pit-bull charging a raw steak. Alex leaned back on the bench and enjoyed one of the best sensations he had ever experienced. He felt invincible, and regretted running off yesterday. When Nick was finished with Alex's fine ass, he stood up and found his pants. 

"Damnit!" He shouted "I don't have any condoms." After searching through his wallet. 

"Its okay." Alex said suavely, "I trust you." 

"Well you are in for one hell of a ride." Nick half-shouted re-energized by Alex's faith in him. "Tell me if it hurts or if you're in any discomfort." Nick said as he lined his dick-head up with Alex's nearly microscopic hole. Alex screamed in pain as Nick slowly inserted his dick into Alex's virgin hole. 

"No, don't stop, keep going!" Alex shouted. Nick had fully inserted his eight inches after about two and a half minutes of Alex's combination of screaming in pain and begging for more. As Nick started to pull back he realized that they weren't the only two in the school, and if they were to get caught, they would definitely be expelled. 

"I know how much you are loving this, but man, you can't be so loud." Nick said. 

"Then give me your jockstrap." Alex said with a seductive wink. "I'll stick it in my mouth to stifle the noise." 

"Very sexy." Nick commented as he handed over the sweaty jockstrap. As Nick started pounding Alex's tight ass, Alex's muffled screams intensified. Nick had located Alex's G-spot, and was pounding away until Alex neared orgasm. Nick stopped, pulled out, wiped the sweat off of his forehead and energetically said "Your turn!" 

Nick realized that Alex was near the point of orgasm already, and would not last long if he had to do all the work, so as Alex started sitting up, Nick pushed him back down on the bench as he said "I got this" 

"Seeing as we don't have any condoms or lube, you'll have to get me wet first." Nick said as he lowered his ass over Alex's face. "Don't worry, I cleaned myself out right before you came." Nick said. As Nick's Incredible ass came to a stop on Alex's face, he hesitantly stuck out his tongue and licked Nick's tiny little pucker. 

Soon Alex had Nick's ass wide open and dripping with saliva, so Nick stood up and positioned himself over Alex's naked body. As Nick began sitting on Alex's rock-solid erection, Alex handed Nick his own pair of underwear which Nick graciously accepted. Alex thought he could make out Nick screaming "Fuck your dick is so big!" over and over through the boxer-briefs. 

It didn't take long before Alex was in the throes of orgasm, and Nick stepped off of him. Nick put his mouth over Alex's pulsating dick, gave it a few good sucks, and kept it there as Alex shuddered, and a wave of hot sticky cum gushed out of his dick, and down Nick's throat, some of it even came out of Nick's nose. 

After Nick had finished licking the remnants off of his face, he stood up right in front of Alex's face and started whacking his dick. "Let me do that for you." Alex offered, and Nick quickly obliged. Alex was sucking Nick's whopper like a first-class-whore with both his hands grasping Nick's incredible muscled ass. Alex felt Nick tense up and prepared himself, but nothing could prepare him for this load. Nick let loose so much cum that it filled Alex's throat, leaked out of his nose and poured out around his mouth. Alex could not get enough of Nick's cum as he lapped up every last drop and gave Nick's dick a few last squeezes to make sure he had milked it dry. 

"I guess we should probably hit the showers before the baseball team comes back." Nick said. Alex and Nick walked into the showers together holding hands. They turned on one shower head and kissed the entire time that they were under the water. After toweling themselves off, Nick and Alex stood there, completely naked in the middle of the locker room holding each other in a longing embrace. 




Finally



"I sure as hell hope there's more where this came from." Alex said. 

"Fuck yeah!" Nick responded. 

"You know what?" Alex said. "I could use a small favor" 

"Yeah, anything." Nick answered. 

"My car's in the shop, and I need a ride home." Alex lied to gain a few extra moments with his newfound lover. The ride to Alex's house was spent in silence, both new lovers reminiscing over the afternoons events. When Nick pulled into Alex's driveway, he leaned over and planted a kiss on Alex's cheek. "Thanks for everything." Alex said as he jumped out of Nick's midsize SUV. 

"No problem." Nick said. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." 



Finally



Becca spent the afternoon getting ready for this. Her outfit was selected with care and attention to detail, from the lacey camisole to the leather jeans, her leather boots and jacket to complete the look. She went a little heavier than normal with her make-up, and made sure her lips stood out with a perfect bright red lipstick. She wanted to make sure his thoughts went straight to having his hard cock buried between her lips. She debated on leaving her hair down or wearing it up. She decided on leaving it down, she loves the effect of how it hangs down her back and comes around to frame her face. Plus, it gives the added benefit of allowing him to grab as much or as little as he wants to make his point.

Finally ready, she heads off to the bar they all spend a lot of time at. She really has no idea if he is there or not, or if he will even show. But she can hope. Pulling into the parking lot she has to grin to herself. The sight of all those beautiful bikes, the thoughts they bring into her head, bringing an instant wetness between her legs along with a tingling to her chest. She thinks to herself this has to work. He has to stop seeing her as the silly little airhead and really look at her as the woman he wants to fuck.

Climbing from her car, she gets the normal cat calls from the bikers hanging out in the parking lot. She waves over to them giggling to herself. Boys and their toys, that will never change. She has another goal in mind at the moment as she heads for the swinging doors leading into the bar. She pauses for just a moment and takes in a deep breath to gather her nerves, and then she pushes the doors open and walks into the bedlam. The sight and sounds are immediate. The DJ spinning the tunes cranked so loud you can't hear yourself think. The people everywhere, sitting at the bar, the tables, and of course on the dance floor. Every color you could think of in clothing, and in some cases hair! And the smells, perfumes mixed with cologne, sweat from active bodies, and leather. Oh the smell from all this leather mixing in her mind, and she swears she can already feel the moisture dripping from herself.

She takes a few moments to let her eyes adjust to the dimmed lighting inside, as she slowly works her way to the bar looking around. She orders her rum and coke from the bartender and leaning her back against the bar begins to really look around seeking him out. She knows he is here, she can feel his presence. She spots him right in the middle of the dance floor. Oh my hell she thinks to herself. He is wearing those worn jeans with the hole just under the back pocket that she wants to slip her finger thru to feel his skin there. He has on those skin tight leather chaps, a mesh shirt if you can call it that, showing off that muscular chest and his leather vest. That glorious black hair almost shining under the lights and that damn necklace winking at her with the reflections as the lights hit.

She finally checks out his surrounding area and notices that little bitch right there dancing beside him. Oh how she hates Dana for the way she treats him. Becca cringes inside every time that bitch opens her mouth to say something knowing it will be something derogatory or embarrassing to him. How the hell can that spoiled little rich bitch treat him that way and claim to be his friend? When is he going to wake up to see that bitch for what she is and tell her what bridge to jump from? Instead, he just stands there laughing, dancing away with her. 

Andy, another close friend, finally spots her at the bar and makes his way over to her. "you can't stand there watching them all night, come dance with me" and without waiting for a response, he takes her drink from her hand, sitting it on the bar and grabs her hand to pull her out onto the dance floor. It doesn't take long to get lost in the dance. The music shifts to a slow throbbing number, and all the guys are pulling their partners into their arms. Becca stiffens as she watches Chad pull Dana against that body she so desperately wants to feel against her own. "Stop it brat, you are going to drive yourself nuts wanting him. If he wants you, he will come to you when he's ready honey. Now, pay attention to me and just enjoy the night." 

She sighs to herself, knowing he is right, so she gives herself up to the moment just enjoying the dance. Andy loves having her in his arms, and it kills him to watch her watching another and not having a clue what he feels for her. He would love to knock some sense into Chad's head and ask him what the hell he is thinking. What the hell does Chad see in that stupid cunt when he could have this goddess that he has the pleasure of holding against him right now? And what the hell is Becca thinking, wanting Chad so bad it is written all over her for anybody that really knows her to see. 

With one hand on the small of her back, sliding the other down to cup her ass and pulling her in against him, he just enjoys the moment in time she has given him. Andy has to sigh himself as he feels her slightly stiffen against him before forcing herself to relax and go with it. Becca tries to ignore them and just enjoy herself, she wraps her arms around Andy's neck, and lets him guide her body in this sensual dance. She wishes she could have the same feelings for Andy that she has felt for Chad since meeting, but it just wasn't meant to be. Andy will always be like a big brother to her and that is something she can't change. Finally the dance ends and they move into another fast paced number. Andy knew what was coming up next and had been maneuvering them into position so that at just the right moment, he spins her out of his arms and straight into Chad, taking Dana's hand and quickly moving her out range for her to interfere with Becca and Chad. He can't have her, but he can try to help her have a moment with the one she does want.

Chad knew exactly what was coming, had been waiting to see how Andy would pull it off from the moment he spotted him leading her out to the dance floor. Of course he knew the instant Becca had walked into the bar. He knew that she would go straight to the bar, that she would order the rum and coke before turning to check out her surrondings. Becca was a complete creature of habit is nothing else. Getting his first close up look at her tonight was a bit of a shock though. She never wears her make up this dark, she usually has all that hair pulled back, and FUCK did she pour herself into these jeans or what? There is no way she can be wearing any kind of under clothes without some kind of line showing. 

The dance leads into another which leads into another. Andy is making sure he keeps Dana on the opposite side of the dance floor, giving Becca as much time as he can with the one she wants. Chad is having a blast with the group around him and Becca now. Some stranger to them all thought he was going to cut in attempting to pull Becca away from Chad and into a dance with him, it took less than a second and nothing more than a look from Chad to let the stranger know the lay of the land here. As the music moved into another slow song with a nice grinding beat, Chad pulled Becca into his arms holding her so tight against his body you couldn't have slide a sheet of paper between them.

Becca leaned in pressing her check against his chest, loving the way his body feels against hers. As the dance was coming to an end, he found he didn't want to let her go this time. This little dance has been going on between them almost since the first time they meet. He had been doing his best to fight off this lust he feels for her, but it has been getting harder and harder to do. When he released his hold on her, but she stayed pressed up against him he knew that the battle had just been lost. 

She finally takes a small step back from him with the last note of the song still vibrating thru the air, but keeps one hand wrapped around his neck, bring the other down to rest against his chest. She looks up into his face, theirs eyes meeting for the first time tonight, catching and holding each others. "oh hell" he whispers even as he is leaning down pressing his lips against hers. She can't help the small sigh that escapes as she just barely parts her lips against his, he immediately takes full advantage of that parting his own lips and sweeping across hers with the tip of his tongue. Almost as if they have a will of their own, her lips part allowing his tongue into her mouth. This little kiss he started quickly turned into a raging inferno, and as he takes full advantage of her mouth, his hands move up from her waist, sliding under her jacket to cup against the sides of her breast.

The DJ had been keeping an eye on them, and immediately went back into another slow, grinding song, grinning to himself thinking it's about damn time. It seems everybody in this bar knows of their lust for each other, except the two of them. This whole little group had been hanging around these parts since they first started forming together. One of the other guys had brought her in one night on a date, and she had been coming back every since. Several of the guys here would love to be the one she had 'that look' for, but for her it's never been for anyone but him. 

As the song started he let one hand drift down to her waist to pull her back in against him before continuing its downward journey to rest against her ass. She slides the hand that was around his neck down to rest against his waist, keeping her other hand pressed against his chest. Barely moving their feet, but grinding their bodies against each other, he moves just enough to have one leg coming in between hers. She can't seem to help herself as she grinds her hips in against his leg, a low growl coming from her as the sensations slam thru her body. 

With his hand under her jacket, nobody else can see when he shifts his hand around to fully cup her breast in his hand. He already knows she is not wearing a bra at all so using his fingers to pinch down on her nipple was a perfectly natural action as far he is concerned. He laughs as she gasps against his lips and grinds her pelvis harder against his thigh. This is the farthest their little teasing play has ever been and yet he already knows that it is not going to end here tonight. He pulls his mouth from hers, trailing little kisses across her jaw line, down to her neck, giving a little bite where the neck meets the shoulder before sucking the little sting away. Her only reaction was grinding her hips even harder against him as little whimpers bubble up from her.

Just before the song ended, he pulls back far enough to look into her face, staring straight into her eyes as if seeking an answer to the unasked question. He saw his answer staring back at him. He released her taking hold of the hand she had laying against his chest. "I can't fight it anymore, let's get the fuck out of here." And with that he turned and practically pulled her from the bar. He didn't even hesitate as he lead her straight to his bike, and handing her a helmet before throwing his leg over the bike to climb on and start it. Becca didn't pause at all as she climbed onto the bike behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her chest up against his back. They didn't hear the cheers and claps coming from inside the bar as he revved his bike before pulling out of the parking lot and out onto the road. They also didn't see the pure evil pissed off look Dana shot at them as they were heading out the door.

He didn't set off with any destination in mind, he just knew he had to be alone with her. Riding along the streets, his bike vibrating between their legs, he pressing her body against his back, it was almost too much. He pulled into the parking lot of the park and cut the engine. Just sitting there for a moment, attempting to gather himself together. She released her hold on him, sliding her hands around to rest on hips and pushing herself up from leaning against his back. She knows he is close to the edge of losing his control, and intends to give him all the time he needs. 

He moves to get off the bike and they step off almost as one. He reaches back and she places her hand into his without thought as they set off to walk. The park is deserted except for them and as they get to the picnic area, he stops beside the table and turns to face her. He leans down to kiss her, putting his hands on her hips he picks her up, her legs automatically wrap around him he turns and sits her down on the table. She doesn't release him from her legs as he deepens their kiss for a moment before breaking it off. Both of them are already breathing harsh as they look at each other, almost as if really seeing the other for the first time.

"I've tried to fight this but I give up. You have to put a stop to this if it's not what you want." Becca looks him in the eyes and carefully chooses her words "Chad, I have wanted this from the first moment I laid eyes on you. It is not going anywhere, it won't touch our friendship, and I'm not looking for a happily ever after. I want you, it's really that simple. I need you to make me feel again, to remind me it's okay to live again, that it really is worth living again." He is watching her intently, he knew that she had been hurting, but didn't know how far or deep that hurt truly went. He knew that he couldn't give her that happily ever after, it wasn't in him, and that is what she should have. She deserved that and so much more. It's why he tried to stay away. But with her words, he knew if there was a chance he could help her move on, help her truly find that will to move on and live again, he had to do it. 

He watches her face as he reaches over and pushes his hands under the collar of her jacket to push it down her arms to her elbows and leaves it there, pinning her arms in place. He leans in and starts kissing her again, holding the back of her head with one hand to keep her where he wants her, and taking a breast into his other hand, kneading into the soft flesh thru the lacey top. His hand closes around her hair, giving a tug to pull her head back as he pulls his mouth from hers and rains little kisses down over her chin, down her throat and around to her shoulder. Moving the other hand to the edge of her top to slide it up her body, she gives a slight shiver as the chill of the night air hits her exposed skin for a moment before his hand covers one as his mouth sucks the other nipple in. 

She can't help herself as her back arches toward him, almost as if she is offering herself up for him to devour. She feels little sparks going off all over her body. He pulls her hair a little more, learning her back so can slip his hand down over her stomach and undo the button on her pants and slowly work the zipper down. There is no way his hand is slipping inside the pants to reach his target. He starts to pull her up to remove them when headlights flash across from the parking lot. "Oh hell, this is not going to work." He mumbles more to himself than her. He releases her pulling her top back down and putting her jacket back to rights before kissing her once more. He lifts her off the table and taking her hand walks back to his bike.

DAMN IT she is screaming in her head! To get 'that' close to finally having him take her only to have it stopped by a damn set of headlights. She feels like she is going to explode from the frustration of it all, never mind the fact she feels like there is a river in her pants! She simply puts the helmet back on and climbs back on to his bike. He knows she is expecting him to take her back to her car at the bar, but he has no intention at all of giving her up yet. He starts his bike and heads back out on the highway. Instead of making the left to head back to her car, he turns right surprising her. She presses her chest against his back, holding onto his hips, enjoying the freeing feeling of the wind rushing by them. She simply closes her eyes and enjoys all of the sensations rushing thru her.

He comes back into town and slows down, making a few turns. He loves how her body moves with him and the bike making them all one unit. But he has a whole different kind of ride in mind at the moment. He pulls up in front of his place and eases the bike into its parking spot, cutting the engine. She sits up looking around, not yet willing to let go of his hips, fully expecting to be back in the bars parking lot, surprised when she sees his place instead. He gets up off the bike, but keeps her sitting there with a hand on her thigh. He looks at her with an intensity she has never seen from him before. "Be very sure this is what you want. Once you walk thru that door there is no turning back, you are mine. Your body will be mine for the night, to use as I choose in whatever manner I want. Is this really what you want?"

She doesn't even hesitate as she climbs off the bike, takes him by the hand, and walks straight up to the door. She waits for him to unlock and open the door in front of her, but she pauses for a moment before crossing the doorway. She turns inside his arms, wraps hers around his neck and standing on her tip toes she tugs to pull him the rest of the way down to give him a kiss so hot it could have fried an egg. She whispers to him "that was for me. Now it's all about you" and she turns back to walk thru the door with him right behind her.

They no sooner cross the doorway than he reaches out grabbing her arm spinning her back around and pulling her up flush against his body. He leans down kissing her hard and fast as he kicks the door shut with one foot while he is pulling her jacket off her body. No sooner had he tossed the jacket he was pulling her little top over her head, as he pulled his lips from hers. He scooped her right off the floor, lifting her so that her nipple was in perfect line with his mouth so he simply pulled her into his mouth sucking her in before giving closing his teeth giving her a little bite right in behind the nipple.

She can't help the gasp that escapes as her legs tighten around him and her body jerks from him at the unexpected shock of slight pain. He was ready for that reaction though and held her tighter as he released the nipple from his teeth and gave a little laugh as he maneuvered her into position to suck the other nipple into his mouth for a repeat performance. She was ready for it this time though if the moan coming from her was any indication. He pulled his mouth away from her and slowly slid her back down his body until her feet were back on the floor. His hands went straight for the button and zipper of her jeans. There was going to be no interruptions, no stopping this time. 

He peels the pants over her hips, laughing when he sees he was right about no underwear, slowly pulling them over her hips. He pushes her jeans down as far as he can before bending over to keep peeling them down her legs. "Damn baby, who poured you into these?" She giggles as she bends over the hold his shoulder, lifting one foot and then the other as he pulls off her shoes and takes the jeans off with them. "I just wanted to make sure I got your attention" she replies. "Brat, you have always had my attention. I tried to stay away to protect you from me. You couldn't understand that, so now you pay for it." 

He stands back up in front of her and just looks. She is standing before him with nothing but a necklace around her neck and a chain around her waist. Her loose hair hangs down her back, over her shoulders, partially covering her chest. She is watching him, waiting to see what comes next before her gaze starts to roam traveling over his body. As her gaze lands on his crotch region, she can't seem to pull it away. How that zipper is restraining that bulge she doesn't know, but Oh my God is her thought. She has to get to that, to see, feel, and taste it finally after all this time of wanting it. He watches as she unconsciously licks her lips and has to chuckle at the almost wanton lust simmering in her eyes. 




Finally



He undoes the top button on his jeans, watching her eyes go wide, very slowly and carefully he starts to lower the zipper of his jeans. Outright laughing as she licks her lips again, her eyes never leaving as she watches every move of his hands as he frees the object of her desire. He pushes the jeans down just enough to pull his semi hard cock from its hiding place, and slowly starts to stroke himself. "Is this what you want baby girl?" He asks her laughingly. She doesn't even temper her response "oh hell yeah! May I please, please have it?" He stands there stroking his cock, watching her watch him. 

"It's all for you little one, come get it" She moves over in front of him before dropping to her knees. She puts her hands on his hips since he was still holding his cock, looking up into his eyes "Feed me please" and simply opens her mouth wide, waiting for him to let her have it. He doesn't even think as one hand wraps in hair at the back of her head, and the other guides his cock to her waiting open mouth. As soon as the head touch's her lips her tongue darts out to sweep across the tip, causing her to moan as she gets her first sampling of taste from him.

She closes her lips around his cock and starts sucking him in, he uses his hold on the back of her head to pull her in and back using easy tugs on her hair. She flattens out her tongue on the underside of his cock, trying to keep contact with the ridge at the head, sucking and releasing. Totally lost in the feel, taste, texture, smell, she can't seem to get enough of him. He pulls in her in further this time, hitting the gag point at the back of her mouth and holding just a moment before letting her pull back. "Take a breath babe" and she releases the suction, barely opening her lips to draw in a deep breath just as he pulls her back in to his crotch and pushes his cock right past that gag point. She swallows just as he hits the back of her throat taking him in to it. As she starts to try to pull back, he tightens his hold on her hair pushing further into her throat and holding a moment before relaxing to let her pull back. 

She gasps for a breath as soon as he was out of her throat before he pulls her back in to push his cock back down her throat, moaning as she gags around him. "oh fuck baby, that's it" He is setting his pace, and forcing her to match it and he keeps pushing his cock in and out of her throat. She can't help the drool coming from the corners of her mouth, the tears causing her makeup to run on her face, and it never entered her mind to complain. This is exactly what she has wanted from him for so long and she intends to enjoy every single second of it. Her hands are gripping at his hips, her mouth is wide open to him, and she can feel her own wetness starting to escape her body as she kneels in front of him while he fucks her throat. This is the stuff her dreams have been made of since she meet him. 

He knows he is getting close, and he's not ready for that yet, so after one more push and hold in her throat, he slowly pulls his cock back away from her. Laughing at the little pout and whine she gives at losing her prize. "You can have it back later brat, for now it's my turn." He releases her hair so slid his hands in under her arms and lift her up her to him, she immediately wraps her legs around his waist, sliding her arms around his neck and nuzzling her face into him. "You have way to many clothes on damn it!" she complains as she nibbles on his neck. "Really? We can fix that later" he mumbles back to her as he sets off down the hallway.

He pushes the bedroom door open with her ass and doesn't even pause as he walks to the side of the bed and drops her drawing another series of giggles from her as she bounces. He grabs hold to her ankles, pulling her till her ass in on the edge of the bed, then tucking her feet up beside her, leaving her spread wide open for his viewing pleasure. Among other things...... He slowly traces his hands over her legs, slowly moving toward his target. Using just his fingers, he slowly pulls her lips apart, completely exposing her to him. With the tip of one finger he traces round and round the clit, never actually touching before moving down to trace around her opening causing her to whimper.

As she tries to wiggle her hips toward him, he pulls his finger away from her and smacks right on top of her clit "Don't fucking move or I will tie your ass down" smacking her again just to make sure she understands. The little moaning gasp that comes from her lets him know she is okay with this, actually enjoying it. He smacks her again laughing at her moan just as he shoves 2 fingers inside of her. "Oh fuck" she cries out at the unexpected invasion. Without thought her hips move toward him, and he smacks her again "Do you really just want to be tied down babe?" He asks her on a laugh as he starts working his fingers in and out her. "Oh hell, i'm sorry" she whispers doing her best to remain still. 

He knows it's not going to take long or much to make her explode. She is so fucking wet, he didn't encounter any resistance at all, even though she is so tight he was glad he went with 2 fingers, wondering if his cock was going to fit in her without hurting her! He keeps working his fingers in and out of her, using his thumb to massage against the clit. From the panting sounds she is making, she is so close to the edge, he knows it's not going to take much to finish pushing her over. He picks up the speed and at just the right moment he whispers to her "cum now baby" 

That is all it took to shove her off that cliff into a flying dive as her body shudders from the force of release. He feels her body grabbing at him, trying to hold his fingers within her depths in a contracting rhythm that is so unique to a woman's body in the midst of passion. This is a reaction that can't be faked. She cries out to him, reaching out just needing to touch him for reassurance as her world flies apart. He slows his motions allowing her to come back down easy, but just as her breathing returns to normal he sends her off again with his whispered command "cum" sending her flying again. 

She has a grip on his arm, not turning him loose as her body shivers from the impact of his single word. She knew it was going to be out of this world with him, but she didn't expect it to be this out there so quick. He keeps working his fingers in and out of her, adding a 3rd to help prepare her for his size but he has to get a taste of the juices flowing from her. He leans in and swipes over her clit with his tongue before attempting to lick all the delicious juices his fingers are slinging all over her on each out stroke. Fuck, he can't get over how much is coming from her and the taste is so fucking sweet. He reaches up with his free hand and grabs hold to a nipple, giving it a hard pinch before pulling out drawing a growl from her as she releases him arm only to grab both hands full of his hair.

He pulls his mouth from her long enough to order her "Cum now! Give it to me baby" She can't stop herself from pulling his hair as she screams out, her entire body has turned into one huge spasm from such a strong orgasm she wonders if she will survive it. His returns his mouth to working on her, slapping her clit back and forth with his tongue, working his fingers in and out as fast as his arm will allow. Holy fuck he's thinking to himself as he laps up all she is giving him. He has to get inside her now, with no warning, he removes his mouth and fingers from her and standing up, looking down at her as she tries her damndest to remain still when her entire body is shaking, he pulls his shirt over his head with one hand and he is pushing his jeans off with the other. 

Stepping out of his jeans, tossing the shirt across the room, he moves into position, lines his cock up, and taking hold of her hips to hold her still, he slams into her body. She screams out, both from the shock of finally being penetrated by his cock, and at slight pain from the sheer size of him buried inside of her. She feels like he is splitting her in two and doesn't even care. She starts to babble "oh my fucking GOD! Hell yes! Fuck me please! Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, oh God please just fuck me!" He is beyond even a chuckling laugh at this point, trying to hold still to let her body adjust to him, but with her impassioned plea, he starts moving. Pulling all the way out until just the tip of his cock is left in her, then slamming back in until he is buried inside of her in one smooth motion.

She is so unbelievably tight, he feels like he is sinking his cock into a vise but fuck it feels so damn good, he couldn't stop himself from pounding into her if somebody held a gun to his head. He slams down into her and stops, watching her until she looks up to find his eyes. Once he knows she is with him he barely whispers "cum now" and yet again, she flies apart but this time with him buried inside of her. The intense heat, the drowning moisture, and the contractions coming from her are about to undo him and it's taking all his power to stay in control of the situation. She is doing her best to hold his eyes, simply sensing this is something he needs from her at this moment. They ride her orgasm out together, with him gritting his teeth to maintain his own control. 

As she finally starts coming back down he pulls his cock from her, groaning himself at the loss of her heat and a whimper from her. She suddenly feels very empty without him filling her. He climbs onto the bed, straddling her chest, pinning her hands above her head with his own. He doesn't have to say a word as she automatically responds by opening wide, ready to take his cock back into her mouth. He laughs at her "wow, you really are my own little cock slut, aren't you.... Don't worry, it's all yours for the night" And he slowly, teasing her, puts his cock to her lips, so very slowly feeding it to her, making her work to get it back into her mouth.

She growls at him even as she takes up the challenge, pushing up the best she can to get as much of his cock as possible into her mouth. He laughs at her efforts, "not enough? Want more?" She shakes her head yes, and mumbles around his cock, not willing to give up the small amount that she has. Carefully, he starts pushing his hips forward, pushing her head back down onto the bed as he pushes more into her mouth. She arches her back tilting her head upwards to give him full access to bury his cock in her throat, which he doesn't hesitate to do. Going in and out, moving faster with each stroke, being very careful not to hurt her, but maintaining full control the entire time.

He is close to brink as he pulls away from her rolling over onto his back. "Ride me baby" She is still breathing very hard, still trying to get her breath back having his cock down her throat. She sits up and carefully climbs on him, and slowly lowers herself until every glorious inch of his cock is buried inside of her. He is the one groaning now as she very slowly starts to rock back and forth on him making her giggle at him. "oh you damn little tease, fuck me now" He reaches up to pinch and pull her nipples out in a punishing move drawing a sharp gasp of pain from her, pushing and pulling her body by breasts until she stops playing and starts to move up and down, taking him on a ride, fucking him like her very life depended on it. She is watching his face for reactions and can tell he is getting close but she feels herself rapidly reaching yet another peak.

He knows it too, he has already learned the look she gets, the way her eyes glaze over, the little sounds she makes. "Hold it baby, hold it. Not yet" She is starting to become frantic in her movements, needing to bring him to the peak. He catches her off guard as he flips her back flat onto her back, coming up over her, never leaving her body. He starts a hard and fast fuck, slamming down into her. Just as he reaches the point of no return, he looks down into her eyes "NOW Cum now!" And together, they fly apart as he slams into her one final time and holding there he shoots his own cum deep inside of her as her body works to milk every last bit of cum possible from him. She is crying out for him and reaches out to hold his arms as she sees stars from the power behind this ultimate mutual release. He leans down to her, stealing the scream along with her breath in a kiss filled with his power over her. 

Finally, he withdraws from her and rolls over onto his back, laying there trying to catch his own breath even as she is regaining control of hers. She rolls over onto her side, and leaning over him, starts to lick along the length of his cock, avoiding the sensitized head for the moment, but cleaning their combined cum from his cock. Licking in long strokes running the full length of his cock she can't help but moan over their joined taste. He groans as she finally with very light strokes of her tongue cleans the head of his cock, then slowly she starts to gently suck his cock back into her mouth, bringing him back to full hardness in record time.

He lays there just enjoying what her mouth is doing to him, finally reaching down to wrap a hand into her hair. She moans as he gives her hair a tug, but keeps right on sucking his cock not willing to give it up. "mm such a good little cock slut you are" she practically purrs as he speaks to her and still will not give up her prize. He gives a harder tug on her hair making her whimper and she still doesn't want to give up until he pulls a bit harder. She gives a last suck and sweep of her tongue over his cock, getting every last bit of flavor before she follows his unspoken command pulling her mouth away. He gives another gentle tug and she slides up his body. He rolls over onto his side and captures her lips in a smoking hot, dueling tongues, fog the windows, burn the place down kiss. The way they can communicate without the use of words should be a warning to both of them, but they are so caught in what is happening in this moment that no thought is given to that. 

His hand starts to travel over her body, starting at her shoulder, down the side over her breast, slipping over her waist, follow the curve of her hip, coming rest on hip. He pulls his mouth from hers as his hand pushes her hip forcing her back onto her back. Using just the tip of one finger, drawing light little lines over her body causing goose bumps up everywhere he touches. His finger glides around and over her breast, never touching the nipple itself, just going round. Back down over her stomach, circling around the belly button, pausing a moment then dipping inside, only to continue the tracing path down and then out around her hips. Getting closer to her center but not touching.

He pulls his hand away from her sitting up, and without words, rolls her over onto her stomach and moving her into the center of the bed. He runs his hands up her sides, moving her arms straight up over her head, and slipping her wrist into the cuffs she hadn't even noticed before. She turns her head to look at him knowing she is safe with him, it never occurred to her to be nervous or question this. He runs his hands back down her sides and moves to one leg to move it over and places the cuff around her ankle. He slowly traces his hands back up her leg to the top and moving to the other, tracing down and slowly sliding it over to the last cuff securing her in place. He stands up beside the bed, looking down at her, she is watching him with curiosity, but he sees no fear in her eyes.

He turns and reaches, taking a short flogger down from the wall. Her eyes follow his movement, widening as she sees what is now in his hand. It has a black leather handle, but silken strands with beads held in place by tiny little knots up and down the strands and simple star beads knotted to the end of each strand. "Say the word and I will stop. Are you sure this is really what you want?" He holds his own breath waiting for her response. He has imagined exactly like this since he first saw her, but was never sure if it was what she wanted. 

With nothing but adoration shinning back from her she responds to his asked and unasked question "This is what I want, what I need, what I crave from only you. I have dreamed of this moment for far too long now, and need you to make it a reality. Please, I NEED you to give this to me, all the way, no holding back, just use me as you want to and that will give me what I need. Make me yours, body mind and soul, for this one night I belong to you alone." 

The pure trust and longing he reads in her face is almost overwhelming to him. He would hand her the moon and stars at this moment if it were possible, and this is all she is asking for, all she wants and needs. Slowly he lifts the little flogger into the air, and watching her face he brings it down lightly across her ass, repeating it over and over, he glances down and sees the little dimples made in her skin from the beading. Damn what a sight that is, the little areas of redden raised flesh with little white dimpling scattered about. If he wasn't already hard again from her ministrations with that totally talented mouth, this sight alone would have accomplished it. She hasn't said a single word, but the sighs, gasps, and animalistic moans have spoken volumes.

All of the different sensations hitting her at once are thrilling. The cool softness of the silk brushing across her skin, the biting sting from the beading, the slight rush of the air as the strands swing down. She can feel the moisture beginning to leak out of her, the heat on her skin that is building within her. He keeps moving where the strikes land, over her back and ass, down onto her thighs. Every so often one of the beaded ends swings thru her spread legs to make contact with that delicate skin normally hidden between the folds drawing a gasp from her. That slight edge of pain there, but never fully coming out, instead a simple pleasurable feeling is enveloping her. 

He lays the flogger off to the side, and sitting down beside her on the bed, reaches out to rub over her back, down over her ass, to the insides of her thighs, moving closer and closer to the real heat coming from her. There is no hiding the moisture almost pouring from her as a sign of the pleasure she is experiencing. He leans over to nip at her neck and with no warning he pushes two fingers as far inside of her as he can get them whispering in her ear at the same moment "cum baby, cum right now! Give me all you have". She can't stop herself as she cries out from both shock and pleasure as her world rocks from under her at that one simple word. He doesn't even move his fingers inside, just holding them still, enjoying the feeling of her body gripping them like they are never going to let him go. 

He laughs at her little sigh as she starts to come back down from that high peak only he can bring her to. Finally he pulls his fingers from her and brings his hand up to her mouth. She doesn't even think about it as she raises her head opening her mouth to suck his fingers clean, mumbling incoherent words around them, and using her tongue to make sure she gets every delicious bit off his fingers. "oh how I just adore a good little cum slut" he whispers to her before moving down to unlatch her legs. Instead of releasing her arms as she expected he simply flips her body over, the cuffs on her wrist turning with her. He pulls her body down as far as he can, leaving her arms stretched taut over her head before once again pushing her legs apart. Starting on the side he is standing on, grasping her ankle and pulling over as far as he can without hurting her before securing it back to the bed frame and walking around the bed to repeat on the other side, being careful not to pull to much and hurt her, but leaving her as wide open as possible.




Finally



She is laying there, flat on her back, spread eagle, secured from moving and wide open for his eyes, hands, or whatever else he has in mind. He walks around to the foot of the bed and just stands there for a moment, looking his fill of her. He walks back around to the head of the bed to pick the flogger back up. Pausing to look into her eyes, letting it register to make sure she is okay. He has already figured out she will not use the words to stop this, but he has to know she is really okay. Finding the reassurance he needs to continue shinning back from her eyes, he carefully brings the flogger down over her bare stomach. She draws in a deep breath, but gives no other indication of trouble so he continues with his mission.

He remains careful, but continues to bring that beaded strands down across her, slowly working it up until he is striking against her breast, aiming so that the beaded tips land directly on her nipples. Other than a sharp indrawn breath, or silent gasp, she doesn't make a sound. He works back down over her ribs, across her stomach, and to her thighs. Watching her carefully for all reactions, he aims so the beads will land against her most sensitive skin and is finally rewarded with a loud gasp as her body jerks. He repeats the same strike again, and then again, making sure to land the easy blows to her clit. She gives a little jerk each time, but won't make another sound. He looks up at her face to see her biting her lower lip, but there are still no signs of distress in her eyes when she looks up at him. 

He lays the flogger off to the side and reaches above her head, watching her eyes widen as the crop comes into view. He laughs drawing a growl from her in response. Slowly tracing the tip of the little crop across her check, over her lips, down her throat, up the side of her breast, when she was least expecting it, he gives a little tap flat on top of her nipple, causing her to jerk and bite her lip, but she didn't make a sound. He smiles and continues tracing just the corner of the tip around on her skin, moving over to the other breast, and without even pausing simply raises it up and brings it back down flat on the nipple. Her body jerks again, but still, no sound comes from her. He gives a little chuckle as he traces it down over her ribs, giving a little wiggle on waist to tickle her drawing a giggle out of her. 

He brings the tip of the crop down to her vaginal lips, giving light little taps all over the outside, over and over, in a slow rhythm watching her for reaction the whole time. Damn, he thinks to himself, she is a stubborn little bitch! Using the other hand he spreads the lips apart, exposing her clit to continue the light smacks directly on the source. Watching her face after each smack for reaction, watching close to each smack to make sure he doesn't harm her. He doesn't even know why, but at this moment he has a strong need to make her cry out for him. He lays the crop aside, and using his hand to continue slapping her clit, getting a little harder with each smack. Her entire mound is on fire, and he can feel the heat radiating up yet she continues to bite her own lip, even as the tears are rolling down the sides of her face she will not cry out for him to stop.

"My God but you are a stubborn assed brat!" he tells her just before a well placed, hard slap lands on her. She can't stop herself this time and finally screams out "oh fuck, I give! Please, that's enough!" Damn, he thought to himself, even as he was bending over to kiss it all better. Ever so slowly, being gentle, he begins to kiss over every millimeter of the skin he had just abused. He couldn't even figure out for himself why he needed to make her cry out for him to stop, he just knew it was a need of his to find out just how far he could push her. And damn if it wasn't further than he ever thought it would be. He closes in over her clit, using his tongue to soothe away the hurt he caused, flicking back and forth over it, he demands "cum NOW" just as his teeth lightly close over her clit holding it perfectly still while his tongue continues to lash at it. 

She screams out as her world flips upside down and inside out. The spasms so strong she is pulling against the bindings as her whole body shivers, she has no control over herself and he takes complete advantage, pulling his mouth from her and coming up over her to slam his cock into her as deep as possible and holding himself there just enjoying the feelings her contracting cunt is giving him. He knows at this moment he is simply along for the ride and loving every minute of it. Just as her body starts to ease off and relax, he starts moving within her. Pulling his cock back out to the tip and pushing back in to the hilt almost moving in slow motion, out then back in, over and over, easing her down, preparing her to fly again. 

He picks up speed slowly, still pushing all the way in with each stroke, she is so fucking tight around him, he can't believe it's not hurting her to take him all the way in like she is. She is in heaven and loving the completely filled feeling from him impaling her like he is. She doesn't have much control over her own body, even as her hips are working in complete rhythm with him, pushing out to take every last bit of him inside of her. She knows she is close to shattering again and is wondering how much more she can really take before falling apart. She is already babbling incoherent, half baked thoughts to him, making him chuckle as he watches her face. He knows from the feel of her body and the look in her eyes she is close again. 

He picks it up again, starting to pound down into her, he catches her eyes and holds them with his, watching her close and at just that moment he barely whispers to her "cum with me baby" Those words sending her soaring, dragging him along with her this time, as he pushes all way into her body for the final time and holds himself inside as his body erupts, shoting his cum as deep inside of her as possible. They each cry out together for the other one, her body pressing up against him, seeking all the contact she can have to him while still secured to the bed. He doesn't even have the strength to hold himself up at the moment, rolling just enough so that he doesn't collapse on top of her knowing that would hurt her. He just lays there for a moment trying to get his own breath back. Her body is still lost in a world of sensations as she shivers.

He gathers himself enough to reach up and unhook her wrist, finally sitting up to undo the ankle closest to him. Pushing up to reach over her legs unfastening the other leg, his arm brushes between her legs as he falls back down causing her to jerk. She rolls over to her side and curls up into a ball, just laying there completely silent. He rolls over onto his side and without saying anything simply wraps his arms around her pulling her into him, he reaches for the blanket, and carefully covers her over sensitized skin, wrapping her in the blanket and cradling her in his arms. He softly whispers little no meaning words to her, helping her come back down easy. She snuggles against him and he barely catches her slurred whisper "thank you" as they both drift off to a deep sleep.

She starts to stretch just as the first rays of morning sunshine peek thru the window, only to freeze on feeling a body behind her as the memories of the night before come rushing back thru her mind. Well, that would explain the soreness..... She turns her head just enough to see his face without disturbing him. She shifts just slightly and feels his hardness pressing against her ass, oh hell how he can still be hard she doesn't know! Moving carefully she slips out of the arms that held her thru the night and rolls over to simply watch him sleep. Her eyes travel over his face thinking how peaceful he looks in his sleep. The blanket had been pushed down until it was barely left on his hips leaving his chest bare to her eyes and roaming hands.

She can't resist the temptation to reach out and run her fingers over his chest, lightly tracing out nipples, her eyes following right along with her fingers. She is memorizing each detail of his hard body as her finger traces down over his abs, around his belly button causing him to move a little bit. She traces her hand up over his hip, giving the blanket a little push to finish uncovering him to her exploration. Her gaze travels over his hips, her fingers following down his thigh and moving back up to lightly run over his balls. He shifts, rolling over onto his back, giving her full access to his cock. With no conscious thought, her hand moves up to take hold of his semi hard cock as she leans in to swipe the head with her tongue. 

She slowly began to suck the head of his cock into her mouth, savoring the feel and taste of him. Gently laying her head on his stomach, using his cock as her personal pacifier, enjoying the feeling of him growing inside her mouth. It's not long before simply sucking the head is not enough for her and she lifts her head beginning to really work at him. She has no clue that he has been awake since he rolled over, and has just been enjoying the attention she has been giving his cock. But just laying there wasn't enough for him once she really starting working at it, he lifts his arm slowly running his hand up her back, making her jump, before gathering a hand full of hair at the back of her head. 

"Morning little one" he murmurs to her, she mumbles something back to him never letting his cock out of her mouth. She keeps right on sucking his cock back to full hardness, working her tongue all around him. Since he's already awake, she gives up any pretense of slow and easy and starts working him into the back of her mouth, taking her time before taking him into her throat. Just enjoying the easy pace she had set while he finishes waking up, it doesn't take long at the rate she is moving for him to be wide awake and ready to go. Using the hand tangled in her hair to push her mouth further down his cock until he pushes into her throat. "That's it baby, take it all in" As she is gagging around him, it never occurring to her to fight him, simply going with it. He holds her down for just a moment before using her hair to pull her head back up.

She gasps for a breath even as she is moaning over this fast turn of events, totally loving his complete power and control over her. She also has complete trust and faith that he would do nothing to harm her, freeing herself to simply enjoy what was taking place. Still using the hold on her head, he pushes her down on his cock again, loving the feel of her gagging around him as his cock pushes into her throat. Setting the rhythm that he wants, guiding her mouth up and down with nothing more than pushes and tugs on her hair, he is fast approaching the point of no return. She knows he is close, can feel the pulse running thru his cock as her tongue sweeps along the underside. 

He gives a tug to her hair pulling her back up, but as she draws in a breath and tries to go back down on his cock, he gives her hair a hard tug, pulling her head back. She gives a whimper and he is not sure if it's because of his hold on her hair or the loss of toy. He doesn't bother to hold back the laugh which makes her growl as she looks up into his face. "Come here baby girl." The simple statement has her crawling up the bed, straddling his chest to lean down into a searing kiss. He tangles his other hand up into her hair to control her movements as he slips his tongue in and out of her mouth, dueling with hers as she tried to control the kiss, letting her know that wasn't going to fly at all. 

"Ride me baby girl, fuck me good and you might get that reward you want" She giggles at him as she pushes her body down his, lining his cock up to enter her. As she starts to push herself onto him, she can't hold back the sharp gasp that escapes, but she still tries to slide his cock into her sore cunt. At that sound of pain from her, his hands immediately leave her hair to grip her hips stopping her movement. "What's wrong baby?" She looks away from his face and tries to wiggle free, but he was having none of that. He pulled one hand from her hip long enough to give her a good swat before gripping it again. 

"Look at me now!" he demanded and simply waited for her to comply. She tried to avoid his gaze, finally giving in to the command and looking into his eyes. "What was that for? Don't hide from me, answer" She had tried to look away but he stopped her with nothing more than words. "It's nothing, please, I just need...." As she trails off he surprises her by flipping her onto her back and coming up over her one smooth move. She tries to wiggle out from under him but he puts a fast stop to that with a well aimed slap on her hip. "You will be still and let me see, understand?" She knows she doesn't have a choice now and doesn't move as he sits up between her legs and pulls them apart to check on her. 

He can see some bruising and swelling around her clit, leading down. Gently probing with his fingers draws a moan from her that couldn't be mistaken for anything but pleasure. Carefully slipping a finger just barely inside of her he finds her soaked already, surprising him. Pulling the finger from her and sliding it up between the lips to find and lightly stroke her clit. She couldn't stop that growling moan any more than she could stop her hips from arching up into his hand drawing a laugh from him. He presses down flat on her sensitive clit and starts to rub back and forth, up and down. Her shift in breathing, almost panting, along with the animalistic sounds coming from her tells him all he needs to know. She may be sore and achy, but this is still something she wants despite that soreness.

"What do you want baby? Tell me what you want" She shakes her head no, making all sorts of sounds with no actual words coming out. He uses his other hand to push two fingers into her while still working her clit "Say it, you have to say what you want" Her hips keep pushing up at him on their own, still shaking her head back and forth even as her eyes seek his, she can't make herself say the words he wants her to say. He picks up the speed of his fingers, both inside and outside of her. Her motions are beginning to become frantic at this point "Say it you stubborn brat! Just fucking tell me what you want, what you need" he yells at her. 

"OH FUCK" she screams at him causing him to chuckle. "Oh God! Fuck you, fuck me, oh god please fuck me! I need you filling me, I need to fucking cum, oh fuck, pleaseeeeeeee say it, please just fucking say it, pulllleezzzzeeeeee" she is crying, babbling, and screaming at him in her frustration and desperation. Chuckling at her even as he orders her "that's it baby, cum now!" She screams out as her entire body locks rigid from the overwhelming sensations assaulting her with his order. He leaves her clit alone but keeps working his fingers in and out of her, forgetting that she was already bruised for the moment riding the orgasm out with her. "cum, give it all to me baby, cum don't stop now, cum" 

She cries out again as another round shocks her and her world rocks around her, she reaches out to him, needing to touch him as a center to pull her back. He sees her hand reaching out to him and takes hold of it as he finally starts slowing his motion, letting her ease back down from this unbelievable high. Finally pulling his hand away from her, and moving up beside her he pulls her into her arms, rocking her back and forth as she slowly floats back down. Her body shivers against him, and she gives a sigh of total contentment even as the tears slowly fall from her eyes. She had never experienced anything like that before and was still trying to take it all in. 

As she wiggles on his lap, he is reminded that he still has not taken his release. So far he has had her mouth, taken her throat, and possessed her cunt. That leaves one area unexplored.... He wonders to himself for a moment if he is too big to make use of her ass. He reasons with himself that he thought the same thing about her pussy, and that worked out rather well. He knows he will have to move slow are careful to start, but he knows that he has to have her ass. But for now, he simply holds her letting her gather herself back together. 

With her breathing returned to normal, she starts to really wiggle against him. Almost like she has read his mind and is intent on egging him on. Catching her off guard he flips her off his lap down flat on her stomach with one arm under her and the other hand on the small of her back. Lifting her hips up off the bed, sliding his hand down to rest between her shoulder blades moving her into the position he wants her in. "Do not move" he tells her as he shifts to reach up on the headboard and grabs his bottle of lubrication. He moves around behind her, and starts by simply rubbing her ass getting her to relax. 

He starts working his way in his way in, massaging her skin, and closing in on the only hole left on her that he hasn't taken yet. He spreads some of the lube on his fingers and slowly, taking his time, starts to work one finger into her ass. He keeps kneading her ass checks, working his way down to her thigh and moves around her leg. Just as he starts to add a second finger, he reaches her clit and starts rubbing lightly drawing a deep moan from her. Adding more of the lube to his fingers, he starts pushing back into her ass adding a third finger, going slow, listening for any signs of distress from her. 

She is concentrating hard on remaining relaxed knowing what will happen if she doesn't. The care he is taking surprises her in a way, but she knows she should have expected that from him. She rises up just enough to turn her head and look at him. His eyes instantly move to hers searching to make sure she is doing okay, and what he sees there manages to surprise him. "Please fuck me, take my ass. I need you, please just fuck me" 

Oh hell, he can't wait any longer. He pulls his hands away from her, and stands up at the side of the bed. He grips her hips and slowly pulls her until she slips off the bed and is standing there beside it, bending over with her chest on the bed, and her ass in the air. Grabbing the bottle he makes sure he is ready, and then he steps up behind her and gripping her hips, lines his cock up to her ass. He slowly starts to push against her, applying just enough pressure waiting for her body to give in and open to him. She is doing her best to stay fully relaxed as he so very slowly starts to push his cock into her ass.

He is so large that her body is stretching so much to allow him in causing her skin to feel a burning heat, she is wondering if he is going to rip her open before he gets all of that wonderful cock in her. Staying relaxed is taking every bit of her concentration, so much so that she is surprised when she feels his body pushing against her realizing that he has managed to fully impale her with his cock and she survived it! Still holding onto her hips he slowly starts to withdraw all the way to the tip pausing for just a second before beginning to push back in again sinking all the way back into her. "Oh fuck, you feel to good baby" pulling back a little faster this time and pushing right back in. He feels her body slowly relaxing to him, accepting this invasion. 

He starts picking up his speed, knowing he is not going to last long with how good this feels. The ache is still there, but it's actually starting to feel good to her, she starts pushing back against him, becoming an active participant in this invasion of her ass. Damned if she didn't go and surprise him again! There is no way he is going to set any stamina records this time. He just goes for it, picking up the speed and force with each stroke. It doesn't take long before he is ready to let go, and just as he reaches his peak he shouts out to her "cum now!" As always, all it takes is that command from him to send her flying from the cliff and their worlds rock in unison as they both call out from a pleasure so strong it almost borders on the edge of pain. He pushes as hard and deep into her ass as he possibly can as he begins to cum inside her. She shudders, and is trying to keep herself held up and rapidly losing that battle as her arms begin to collapse. 




Finally!



It has been many, many years since I have been with a guy. I've wanted to have a cock in my mouth and my ass for a long time but it just had not worked out. I had responded to numerous ads on a popular hook-up web site but nothing materialized. 

By way of introduction and explanation, I am bi-sexual. I have sex with women and cherish my relationships with them but sex with a man is an amazing turn-on. I have had sex with three different men in my adult years and it always involved me sucking them and them sucking me. In two of my male-male relationships, there was a corresponding amount of anal sex, with each of us cumming in the other's ass. I love the feeling of a hard penis in my mouth and I've always looked forward to being penetrated. It always hurt a bit when my partner first inserted his penis but, as those who have been there know, the discomfort quickly fades and pleasure soon becomes the overwhelming sensation.

It had been more than twenty years since I had a meaningful sexual encounter with another man. That all changed during the spring of 2011 when I met Greg online. He had placed an ad with two pictures of his cock. The pictures were small and not of high quality, but the cock looked very appetizing. No need to describe it in detail here, but it was a cock that I found to be quite attractive. The hair was neatly trimmed and the shaft appeared to be smooth and capable. My own cock is 7" to 7.5" hard, smooth, cut, and it stands perpendicular to my body when hard. My cock is about as thick as the diameter of a toilet paper tube.

I contacted Greg and he seemed interested. I sent him some pictures of my cock and he wanted to get together. It actually took a month to make it happen, however. During this time, I texted him a number of pics of my cock as I was masturbating. We had a number of email discussions about things we had done and I learned that he was not into swallowing cum. This disappointed me because I love cum. I've had one other guy's cum in my mouth but I've eaten my own for years. He also told me that he wasn't into being a bottom, which didn't really phase me because I wanted to be the bottom. I wanted a cock in my mouth and I wanted to feel a thick, hard cock penetrating my hole. I wanted that cock to slide in and out until it exploded with cum and passion deep inside my hungry body.

The day finally came when Greg and I were to meet. I arrived at my hotel and I took the usual preparatory steps: enema, shower, clean up on my shave. I have shaved my man bush for years so I simply had to drag the razor over a few times to get rid of any shadow that had accumulated since that morning. By 5:00 I was ready to go.

I was really disappointed when Greg texted me at 5:30 and said that he had to work late and that he wouldn't be ready until 7. I made use of the time by logging on to my XTube account and watching some of my favorite videos, getting myself prepared and worked up for the evening's activities.

The time finally arrived. I met Greg and we went back to my hotel. We sat across from each other, one on each bed, and chatted for a few minutes. Prior to me meeting him, I had cued up one of my favorite XTube vids on my laptop. This particular video is simply amazing. The scene opens with an extreme close up of an anal hole at the bottom of the video frame. The hole is very delicious: it's clean, absent of any hair, and the structure of it makes it a thing of beauty. The anal hole is there and soon a tongue appears and it performs an amazing rim job. After several minutes, an erect penis appears from the top of the video frame and it descends on the hole. It enters the hole with ease, which always sends me into orbit. The initial entry is my favorite part of any anal sex video and it is also my favorite part of any sexual encounter I have of the anal type. In the video, the penis enters the partner's ass and it slides in and out until it cums, both inside and outside of the anal cavity. I had the video cued up to the end of the portion that features the rim job. 

As Greg and I were talking, I mentioned that I had an awesome video ready to go. He was eager to see it. We went over to the desk and I sat in the chair, with Greg kneeling to my right. I played the video and all he could say was, "Hot. Totally hot." After about two minutes of watching the tongue do its thing and the transition to full anal penetration, Greg put his left hand on my right quad. At this point I knew for certain that a memorable event was about to happen in that room. I reached down and untied my shoes. Greg was rubbing my leg and within five minutes I had stood up and faced him as he knelt beside me. I undid my pants and slid them off as I stood before him. I pulled down my underwear and he said, "Oh, that's nice" when my semi-erect penis was freed of its confines.

Greg knew exactly what to do. He put his right hand around the base of my cock and used his left hand to guide my cock into his mouth. The initial feeling of his warm, wet mouth enveloping my engorging penis was amazing. I moaned as he slid my lengthening cock in and out of his mouth. Within two minutes I was fully hard, and I could tell that he liked it very much. Knowing that you are doing something that makes another human being sexually aroused is a great feeling, and I am sure Greg was very pleased with his performance thus far. 

After I was fully erect, I backed up and removed my cock from his mouth. The reason this whole adventure started was because I wanted a cock in MY mouth and I wanted a cock in MY ass; I was about to make that happen. I backed up and my cock stood straight out from my body. I took Greg's hands and pulled him to his feet. I knelt in front of him and quickly undid and removed his pants. He pulled his shirt off and I pulled down his underwear. His cock flopped down and the slit of his penis was staring at my face. At this point I did what any self-respecting cock admirer would do: I stared approvingly at the cock before me and I put it in my mouth. It felt glorious. Greg's cock was not very long or thick, but it did pretty much fill my mouth. I had my right hand at the base of his cock and my left hand was on his right butt cheek, holding and pulling him into me. It had been so many years since I was in this position, yet I still knew exactly what to do.

A male's erect penis is an amazing work of biology. It is stiff and hard, by virtue of the blood that fills all of the vessels, but the skin that surrounds that shaft is soft and warm. It seems to be contradictory that something could be soft and hard at the same time, but that's exactly how an erect penis feels when it's in your mouth. I swallowed his cock all the way to its root. By now I had both hands on his butt cheeks. I worked his shaft with experience and precision. In and out; in and out. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock and it was obvious that he was really into our situation. I used my right hand to hold his penis up against his abdomen so I could lick the underside of his shaft. This is perhaps my favorite thing when giving a blow job because it allows me to admire the cock and I get to use my tongue in a way that elicits great pleasure in the one I am servicing.

After several minutes, Greg removed his cock from my mouth and laid back on the bed, his knees bent at the edge of the bed. I spread his legs and crawled in between and I engulfed his cock as he lay on his back. My own cock was like a piece of steel. As I was blowing Greg, I stroked my smooth balls and shaft with my right hand. I spent many minutes running my tongue up and down the underside of Greg's shaft. He was moaning and I knew I was succeeding at the task at hand. After about 10 minutes, I stood up, turned around so the backs of my legs were against the bed, and I took Greg's cock in my right hand. I stood it up and lowered myself onto his cock in a reverse cowboy position. Perhaps it was because his cock wasn't terribly large or perhaps it was because I was so prepared for anal sex that night, but, for whatever reason, Greg's cock slid in with no resistance at all from my sphincter. I sat down on his cock, wiggled a bit to make sure it was fully seated, and sat there for a moment to savor this spectacular event.

I rose up on his cock and then slid back down, feeling my insides part as his cock penetrated me to its full length. After several minutes, I leaned back, moved my feet from the floor to the bed, and I continued to ride Greg's cock for my own, selfish pleasure. His cock felt really good inside my hungry, willing hole. As I was riding him I expected him to start reaching the point of his pleasurable, explosive release. He didn't give any indication so I continued to ride. After another 7 or 8 minutes, he guided my butt off his cock. We stood up and he lightly pushed me back onto the bed. I lay back on the bed and he moved to a standing position between my legs. I raised my feet because I knew exactly what was going to happen next.

As if we had practiced this to perfection, Greg moved in just as I was raising my feet and legs. I put my ankles on his shoulders and raised my butt off the bed. Greg took his cock and entered me again with complete ease. I was not prepared for how this would feel. Greg pushed his hard cock into me and, in the process, the tip of his cock rubbed my prostate. I almost went through the roof because the pleasure was so complete and overpowering. Greg pushed his cock all the way in and pulled it out. I did not expect the same level of pleasure when he pushed his cock back in, but that wave of intense sensation and ecstasy filled me once again. I simply laid back and let him have his way with me. He ran his cock in and out of my accepting hole, each stroke bringing intense pleasure as the head of his cock grazed and pushed against my prostate. My own cock started leaking pre-cum because of the attention my prostate was getting. I began to wonder if I were going to climax from being drilled. This was a beautiful scene. Greg was positioned between my spread, raised legs. My ankles were resting on his shoulders and he was thrusting in and out of my rectum, with semen dripping from the tip of my cock in not insignificant amounts. 

Finally, the moment I knew would come was upon us. I could feel Greg's cock swell within my cavity. His strokes became rhythmic yet more intense. I knew he was going to explode. I wanted him to seed me in the worst way. Our encounter did not have much dialogue at all but I knew I needed to encourage him to ecstasy. I said, "Yes, oh yes! Yes, fill me!!!" Greg definitely responded in a positive way and pumped with more ferocity. I raised my voice, "Yes! Greg! Do me!! I want to feel your cum inside me!!" Faster; faster; even deeper he thrust. He reached that point that men know so well. He hesitated momentarily and then I felt him erupt inside me. Spurt after spurt went deep inside me. I exclaimed, "Oh, yes! Yes! Shoot inside me! Cum for me! Cum IN me!!" Greg's hands were gripping my quads and he stood there as his balls emptied millions of sperm inside me. Meanwhile, my cock exploded, too. I couldn't believe it! I was cumming because another man was pumping me and cumming deep inside me. I cried out, "Oooooh YES! Oooh YES!! I wiggled my ass around on his still-erect cock as he stood there and savored his moment. 

Greg finally went limp and he pulled his wet, dripping cock from my ass. I had cum all over my stomach so I scooped it up and ate it. I sat up and took Greg's cock into my mouth and I cleaned him completely. As I tasted his juices mixed with mine, my own cock twitched back to life, mere minutes from its own sensory explosion. Greg had made his own plans for the evening, and I was ok with that. As he dressed, I slid my pants back on. I walked him to the door and we shook hands. I said, "That was really fun. I'm so glad we finally got together." He replied, "Yeah, it was great!" He gave me a smile and left. I went back to my computer and watched that video again. By the time the cock in the video was ready to explode, I was hard again and I jerked off onto my stomach. I ate my second load of cum for the night and then drifted off to sleep, reliving every moment of the past 90 minutes.



Finally...



She hears her name as she is walking down the corridor and turns. It is him. She is not surprised. She has felt his gaze on her all evening, watching her as she moves between the tables, talking and laughing with her colleagues. Occasionally she has caught him and at first he looked away. But as the evening has progressed, and the drink has flowed, he has become more bold, holding her gaze, raking his eyes over her body, smiling a small, private smile. When she saw this, her heart thumped a bit and she felt herself growing warm. Maybe tonight, she thinks to herself, just maybe.

He sees her leave the party and wonders where she is going. He has been unable to tear his eyes from her tonight, she looks spectacular. He was struck by her the moment they met, her green eyes twinkling as she smiled, her long auburn hair always tucked up in a neat chignon, her manner, warm and open yet faultlessly professional, and her wonderful figure dressed in tailored suits. But tonight at this formal dinner she is wearing a floor length evening dress of deep blue, with a subtle slit on one side which gives him glimpses of one stocking-encased thigh from time to time. The line of the dress is not overtly sexual; it does not cling, it falls sensuously over her body just hinting at the glorious curves beneath. Except the neckline, which plunges deliciously deeply, and would no doubt display her ample cleavage had she not covered it with a beautiful sapphire pendant. He has spent the evening idly wondering about the curve of her breasts. He is aware that she knows he has been watching her as she has caught his gaze far too many times. About an hour ago he gave up pretending he wasn't looking and returned her gaze with a rueful smile. He gets up to follow her.

When he calls her name she turns and as her dress moves gently around her, he catches another glimpse of her stockinged thigh. She turns away again and continues down the corridor. He follows with anticipation. He has spent the last five months admiring her. Last night he dreamed she was moving above him as he held her hips and met her kisses with his own, fierce and passionate, and now he can think of nothing else. Tonight he must have her.

She pauses by her bedroom door and watches him approach along the corridor. He walks with purpose and for a moment she is afraid. She moves to speak but he motions her to keep silent as he advances towards her, a look of undisguised lust in his eyes. Her heart is beating wildly now and thrills of anticipation race up and down her body. She begins to feel warm and wet. She licks her lips as he presses her against the door. His eyes hold hers for a second then his gaze lowers to her lips, down to the pendant nestled in the curve of her breasts, then back up to her face. Slowly he lowers his mouth to hers and as their lips touch his hands draw her to him, crushing her against his taut body. Her hands are trapped against his stomach and she feels the definition of his muscles beneath his dress shirt. She knew he liked to keep fit but this sculpture is unexpected and she gasps with surprise. He immediately takes advantage of her open lips and boldly thrusts his tongue against hers, plundering her mouth, emphatically communicating his needs. He pulls her tighter to him, lets her feel his erection pressing against her. One hand holds her hips against his while the other rises to her breast, finding her nipple, trapping it between finger and thumb. He is rewarded by her sharp intake of breath. His kisses are much more ardent than expected and she is dizzy with desire now. As he breaks away, allowing her to breath, she fumbles for her room key and he peppers her throat with tiny kisses, feeling her pulse jumping in her neck.

She lets them into her room and as the door closes behind them, he slips off his jacket and kisses her again. His hands find the buttons at the back of her dress and as her undoes them her lithe little hands undo his bow tie and start on the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, too slowly, her dress falls away. She pulls back to step out of it and stands before him, eyes bright with anticipation, a gentle blush across her cheeks. He pauses for a moment to admire her wonderful breasts encased in a pretty bra with intricate little flowers. His eye slides lower across the gentle curve of her belly to her mound demurely covered by knickers that match her bra. He feels himself growing harder as he takes in her rounded bottom and lace topped stockings, glimpses of which aroused him earlier. He takes her hand and presses it to his erection, he is gratified by her smile of pleasure as he slides her bra straps down her shoulders. Her hand grasps him firmly through his trousers as he lowers his head to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. Her breath quickens as he swirls his tongue around the taut little bud. She cries out when he nips it between his teeth, hot shards of desire shooting through her body, a wave of moisture forming between her legs.

He tries not to break this contact as he moves her to the bed and lays her down upon the coverlet. Raising her hips, he slowly removes her knickers, gratified by the moisture he feels upon them. Two fingers move between her lower lips and he moves them up into her warm enveloping folds as his thumb finds her clit. Moving it round in gentle circles, he strokes his fingers into her, watching her face. She has closed her eyes and is biting her lip, breaths coming in short gasps. He adds another finger and curls them to stimulate her g-spot. The invasion is enough to send her over the edge and as her orgasm breaks, her internal muscles clench in waves around his fingers while her legs tremble with passion.

One handed, he attempts to remove his shirt, but she is there in an instant, her tiny fingers nimbly peel the shirt from his sculpted torso. She reaches for his belt and undoes his trousers, freeing his erection. She looks up, a smile in her eyes as she reaches for it and places the tip to her lips. Now it is his turn to groan with pleasure as she takes him in her mouth, her tongue firmly pressed against the underside, then moves her head back and forth upon him. It feels exquisite and he stands there for a moment, lost in the feeling of her mouth around his cock and her hands gentle fondling his balls. As his balls begin to tingle, he runs his fingers through her hair intending to pull her away. But she has other ideas. Slipping to the floor she kneels before him, concentrating intently on the rhythmic movement of her head. She pulls away to let her tongue swirl around the head of his cock, but it is only for a second for she takes his full length in her mouth and he feels his knees go weak. He knows he will come soon if he doesn't stop her so abruptly he finds the strength to pull her to her feet. With a growl he pushes her back down onto the bed.

Surprised by his sudden dominance she tries to sit up but he pins her to the pillows with a kiss so deep and fierce that she is dizzy again. One hand holds both of hers above her head while the other tweaks her nipple hard. She tries to cry out but his insistent mouth doesn't allow it. Almost roughly, his hand moves down her body, parting her thighs, and once again he finds her clit. His touch is firmer this time as he drags it back and forth sending jolts of pleasure all over her body. Her nipples tighten so much it hurts and moisture gushes from her wet folds. Letting go of her hands, he tweaks a nipple just before his mouth descends to her hot, wet pussy. He thrusts his tongue into her over and over again while his thumb has never left her clit. He is gratified by yet more moisture which he laps up with relish. He pulls away to look at her. She has turned her head away, her eyes are closed again, her breathing laboured, a flush across her cheeks. He can see she is very close to another orgasm so he once again buries his head between her legs. Her thighs are shaking with tension as he thrusts his fingers into her repeatedly, his tongue moving to replace his thumb. With his mouth on her clit he alternates between nibbling and sucking it. She is gasping now, writhing under his ministrations, hips bucking against his face, hands pressing and kneading her nipples as her orgasm approaches. He moves his fingers faster and faster, pulls her clit into his mouth and tickles it with his tongue. It is too much for her and her orgasm peak and burst with a ferocity that she has never felt before. She screams his name as wave after wave of pleasure rip through her body leaving her floating in a haze of desire.

He moves above her positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy. As she trembles and pants beneath him, elated but not spent, he smiles at her and slowly pushes himself deeply into her. They simultaneously elicit moans as his cock bottoms out. He rests there a moment to give her taut muscles a chance to relax around him. He does not want to hurt her but he knows he will not be able to control himself for long. She wriggles her hips gently and he pulls back as slowly as he entered, only to thrust himself inside her once more. He continues to stroke in and out of her, supporting his weight on his elbows. She looks up at him and smiles as she cups his face with her hands and draws his mouth down to hers for a long kiss. She is more relaxed now, and more than ready to come again. Her kisses arouse him as much as her orgasms and he picks up his pace, knowing his control will break at any moment. As he continues to thrust deeply within her, she moves her hand down to her clit and begins to rub it in time with him. He looks down to see this and his glistening cock invading her and he loses the last bit of control he had. He pumps wildly into her, the headboard crashes into the wall, the bedsprings creak. She raises her hips in time with his and clenches her muscles again and again while her hand works her clit furiously. He feels her muscles fluttering around his cock and cannot hold onto himself anymore. He comes with a great shout and she feels his cock pulsing repeatedly within her, which tips her over into another emphatic climax. He collapses on top of her, panting, his breath hot in her ear. She wraps herself around him, wishing they could lie there forever.

"I have to go," he murmurs. And she nods although he cannot see her. Disappointment creeps into her heart. She knew he would leave but hoped it wouldn't be so soon.

"I left my wallet in the bar, so I'll go and fetch it," he pulls himself up and grins down at her. "Be ready for round two when I get back."



Finally



The Door 

Pacing wasn't working! I'd fluffed the pillows ... brushed my teeth... brushed my hair... Straightened my blouse a million times... And, I still couldn't steady my mind.. 

I'd been waiting on this day for so long... Finally ... Dreams coming true... A world colliding... as it was meant to be ... Finally... 

Who would have thought you would have taken the chance ... That you would have left your safe little world... To take a walk in mine... 

When I sent you the letter, I almost didn't expect a reply, much less a phone call... "Of course, I'll be there!" I'd heard you say. Those words ring in my mind, so clear, so profound! You're coming to me ... Finally... 

Years before, we'd fallen in love at the wrong time ... in the wrong place... only to find each other again. The time spent talking, remembering, needing, wanting had come to fruition ... Finally ... 

I checked my watch, again ... Another few minutes, and you'll walk through that door ... Will it be enough? ... Can I walk away, yet again? ... 

The little travel agency I'd chosen was quaint & smelled of lilac... The lady had laughed at me when I told her our story ... "You're taking quite a chance, young lady."... "I know," I said. "But, he's worth it."... I left with our tickets. 5 days & 4 nights of sunshine, waves & love making. We were to set sail one month from that day, from Cape May, PA. A 'love' cruise. Perfect! 

Sounds from the boat filled my head... People mulling in the hallway... My heart racing as I sat on the end of the bed, watching the door... Anticipating your arrival ... 

Remembering the day I'd mailed that letter, containing the ticket ... I licked that envelope with all the love in my heart, hoping & praying, you wouldn't throw it away ... I needed this getaway with you ... 

The ship was vast, with many floors ... I'd chosen a quiet suite with a beautiful view ... Wide windows would let in the sun during the day ... and the moonlight at night ... With them open, we would hear the swell of the ocean ... Hear the music from the deck .... And, they may hear us, too ... 

My breath completely left my body when I heard the knock at the door ... Would my legs work? ... Could I make it the 10 feet to the door to open it and let you in? ... Would I be able to speak? ... What would I say? ... 

Finally, making it to the door ... softly, as in a dream .... I opened it, without looking out ... I knew it was you ... I felt you ... I stood there, against the wall, behind the door... waiting ... You peeked around the edge of the door, and found me there... looking at you ... smiling ... tearing up ... 

The pure joy I felt as you entered the room rushed across my body, into my heart and exploded ... Like holding a thousand sunsets in my hands ... You were here ... finally ... 

First Cum, First Serve ... 

There were no words ... only our eyes ... You read everything my heart was saying in that first moment ... You put your bag down & closed the door without taking your eyes from mine... Taking my trembling hands in yours, you raised them to your mouth ... That first breath to hit my skin made my senses explode ... I really was trembling ... visibly shaking .. 

You took me in your arms & held me so close ... I felt your heart beat with mine ... I was in your arms ... Finally ... In your arms... 

Still holding me close, you raised my face to look at you ... Your thumb captured the tear that fell down my cheek ... That kiss ... You kissed where my tear had been ... and I felt my knees go weak ... You held me closer, still ... 

I'm not sure if I was holding on because you were finally in my arms, or because I was afraid of falling down... I was just glad to be there... in your arms ... 

I'd yet to close my eyes... I couldn't take them off yours... I was reading all the years of want & need that mirrored my own ... "I love you.' I whispered, as you breathed air into my life ... Your mouth covering mine in a sweet escape... My mind flashing ... I finally closed my eyes ... and surrendered to all the years of wanting you... 

Your arms gathered me closer ... our mouths tasting each other ... Finally ... That kiss ... .Where our souls met & melded as one ... Our hearts beating against each other ... Finally ... I was in your arms, where I belonged ... 

I felt you raise your mouth from mine ... I waited ... After a few seconds, I realized I could still feel your breath and I opened my eyes ... The look of love on your face completely melted me & I felt my knees grow weak, again .. 

You took my hands in yours & walked me to the bed ... I started to sit, but you stopped me ... I couldn't take my eyes off you ... You were here ... in front of me ... My hands rose to your chest, and my eyes closed once more ... Finally ... I could touch you ... 

Brushing a strand of my curls from my face, you grazed my jaw with your hand and continued until it rested along my neck, tilting my head back by gently pulling back on my hair. I opened my eyes, just in time, as you planted tiny kisses along my lips ... 

I tried to engage & give you my tongue & you pulled back & grinned down at me ... "Not yet, my love ... not yet. "... Your mouth was whispering kisses along my face ... across my cheek ... capturing my left ear in your mouth & breathing so deep I could have sworn I heard you growl ... All I could do was tremble against you ... Hands still against your chest ... raising up to surround your neck ... 

We stood for what seemed an eternity ... holding & getting to know the feel of each other ... Your mouth along my collarbone made me quiver & I heard you laugh and say ... "I love you." 

I opened my eyes from your drug induced kisses to find you smiling down into my face ... Your whisper was faint... But my heart heard you... "My God, you're beautiful." ... 

Did I just blush? ... Was my face as red as it felt?? ... I had no words ... I couldn't make them come out ... 

You reached up & took the collar of my red lace blouse in your hands on either side beneath my face ... Following the material across my breasts to the buttons which held it together, you unbuttoned the first button and bent down to place a small kiss in the middle of my cleavage ... The second button garnered a kiss to the top of each breast.. 

I was dreaming ... I had to be dreaming ... 

I opened my eyes and looked down to see you unbuttoning the last button holding my blouse closed ... As you pulled the soft material back, you placed a kiss on my tummy ... and lingered .... My hands in your hair now ... I wasn't sure if I was holding you there or holding myself upright ... Whichever, it was working .... 

You nuzzled my belly button ... making me squirm ... but your hands on my ass brought me harder to your mouth ... The tickle of your mustache... driving me insane ... I felt you unbutton my jeans ... You have me breathless at this point ... 

The sound of my zipper lowering sent chills up my spine ... You lowered my jeans & placed kisses along my lower tummy ... at my hipbone ... My hands still in your hair .. now guiding you ... almost afraid you'll stop ... 

And you do ... You grin up at me with that devilish smile ... stand & cup my face in your hands & kiss me ... Fully ... Finally ... Feeling your tongue enter my mouth was almost more than I could stand ... I couldn't get closer to you ... Being in your arms is the perfect place for me .. I knew it would be ... 

My mouth slid from yours, down your jaw to your throat ... The sigh leaving your lips urged me on ... .My trembling fingers grasping for the buttons of your silky black shirt ... You looked so good standing in front of me when you walked in ... I wanted you instantly ... Now, I have you .. 

Fumbling fingers finding & unbuttoning each one as I drank you in ... Your smell.. .You smell so good, clean of soap & cologne ... My lips finding your nipples... I felt you shake ... Yes... I have the same effect on you as you have on me ...At that moment, I became the huntress instead of the hunted ... The passion welled inside me to a point of bursting through my every pore ... 

Running my hands across your chest ... Feeling the wispy hair between my fingers... I find each nipple and suck it gently into my mouth... .My tongue swirling around the hardened flesh... Making me want more ... Kissing a trail down your tummy until I come to your jeans ... Finally ... 

I look up at you to find your eyes on me, just as wanton as my own ... I'm hungry now ... My hands tremble as I place them on the front of your jeans ... I can feel your cock beneath the material ... begging for air ... for me ... 

The buckle of your belt loosens easily ... One button .... Zipper .... Boxers ... That's all that's between my mouth and your cock ... I reach in with my hand & pull you free as I hear your intake of breath ... I look up at you as I blow tiny kisses across the head of your cock ... I can feel you trembling ... I need this, Chad ... I need you ... 

I lower my mouth while watching your eyes... Your cock slides between my lips as my tongue caresses it .... My hand wrapped around your rock hard dick ... guiding it into my mouth ... sucking you in & pulling my mouth away to let the cool breeze blowing through the room fall upon the wetness my mouth had left ... 

Your moaning brings me back to your cock ... Sliding you deeper still ... Now your hands are tangled in my curls ... guiding my mouth along your cock ... Never taking my eyes from yours ... I suck you in ... all the way ... I pull your cock into my mouth until it rests in my throat ... I gag a little ... and pull back a bit ... only to go back down until your balls are touching my chin ... 

I feel your cock throbbing in my mouth ... You're so close to cumming... I can't stop now... I want this ... I need this, Chad ... I pull your cock from my mouth, holding it with my right hand ... as my left hand raises your balls to my lips ... Sucking them in, one by one, I feel your legs quiver ... Lapping at your balls while stroking your cock .. I run my tongue all the way up your cock... trailing spit .... Sucking it up as I go .... 

I raise my head above your cock ... and spit all the juices I've gathered back onto your cock, to slurp them back up again as I lower my mouth down onto your dick & feel you pull my head down further ... Your cock in my throat ... my hands on your ass .... I pull back, look at you and whisper... "Fuck my face, Chad ... Give me your cock ... I want your cum in my mouth... " ... 

"Gawd, I fucking love you, Gayle ... I'm going to cum, baby." you moan... 

My right hand still stroking your cock with the head resting on my tongue ... eyes locked together as you watch my tongue lap at your cock .. begging it for cum ... You grab your cock & hold my head still with your other hand, as you pump the cum from your balls to my waiting mouth ... 

I feel the hot liquid shoot onto my face ... across my lips ... down my chin ... onto my tongue as I hold your ass in my hands ... "Yes, baby ... I want it all." ... 

I reach up & grab your cock and rub it against my face... Gathering all the cum you've given me ... scooping it from your cock with my tongue & opening my mouth to show you ... 

You drop to your knees & place your mouth over mine ... Mingling our tongues together, sharing your cum ... I suck it from your tongue ... from your lips... My eyes closed, drinking you in ... trembling with want ... I feel your hand slip between my legs ... 

My body arcing to yours ... pressing my pussy onto your waiting fingers... You raise your mouth from mine ... Your tongue licking at my lips as you say ... "My turn." ... 

You ease my body back onto the floor in front of the bed ... Taking my left nipple in your mouth as your finger finds my clit ... "God, I need this ... I need you." I whisper. .. 

The cool air teases my wet nipple after your mouth leaves it to find the other... Sucking it into your mouth ... pulling with your teeth ... your finger slipping into my pussy ... I'm not sure I'm not already cumming ... and it stops ... I don't feel your hand ... I don't feel your mouth ... so I open my eyes to find you leaning over me ... Your face above mine ... "Now, I make you mine." You said with such authority, I trembled at the sound ... 

The tender kiss you placed on my lips made my heart flip ... You raised your mouth & made your way to my pussy, where you teased me with your breath ... Spreading my legs wide, you placed your mouth completely over my cunt ... Sucking in while ramming your tongue across my clit, making me jump! ... Your hands beneath my ass bring my pussy up to your mouth, holding me taunt, my back arched, your mouth driving me insane ... 

Your tongue slipping from my clit to my hole to slide in & taste my waiting juices ... I'm quivering by now ... so close ... I want to cum so bad in your mouth ... 

You place your mouth over my clit & make love to it with your tongue ... as you slide one finger deep into my pussy .... My back arches to push my pussy down on your hands as you meet my thrusts ... Now two fingers ... Your tongue driving me wild, licking my clit ... 

"Rub your clit, baby." I hear you say .... I open my eyes to find you over me, two fingers deep into my pussy... fucking my tight hole ... I run my hand down my body to my throbbing clit & find it with my middle finger .... 

I need to cum so bad ... My hand starts moving to your rhythm, sliding in the wetness of your mouth on my clit ... faster I rub ... harder your fingers fuck my cunt ... "I'm going to cum, Chad," 

You whisper into my mouth... "Cum for me, baby... cum on my hand." ... as you lower your mouth to mine ... 

My body instantly convulsed as your lips met mine ... my finger on my clit... your fingers inside me ... I cling to you as I cum so hard, I lose my breath ... 

When I open my eyes ... I find you raised above me ... smiling down into my eyes... "I love you, Muh Cherish." .... And I reply... "I love you, my Jewikee." ... 

You lie back and wrap your arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer, as I lay my head on your chest ... My spot beneath your jaw.... Finally ... I'm 'home' ... 





Dreaming ... 

I never want to wake up ... This dream is so beautiful ... I'm where I need to be... With whom I need to be ... "I love you, too." I whispered in my dream ... 

The smoothness of your hands on my face woke me with a smile. My eyes opened to find you smiling down at me ... 

The room was dark, except for the moonlight filtering through the open window... "How long did I sleep?" ... I asked ... 

"Long enough for me to fall in love with you, again." You whispered, before you took my lips with yours ... 

You raised your mouth from mine, stood up & held out your hand ... I placed my hand in yours & you helped me to my feet, where we melded our bodies together, feeling our skin against one another. And, something else ... Your cock's so hard against my leg it almost startles me ... 

I smile up at you as you lay me back across the bed, and crawl up to lie beside me ... Your leg draped across mine ... Your head resting in your hand, as you lean up to look down at me ... The hand flitting across my skin, bringing tingles and squirms ... You stilled me with your hand on my hip, pulling me to my side, facing you ... 

"I'm going to make love to you, now." You said.... All I can do is gasp for air as our lips meet, once again in a dance of pure love ... My hand snaked down to find your cock & gently stroke it ... Your hand raced across my back & down to my ass, playing with my asshole & drawing me closer ... It slipped deeper between my legs to dip a finger into my pussy .... 

My back arching ... my body pressed so close to yours.. hand stroking your cock ... "I want you, Chad. I need you inside me." ... 

You rise above me, pushing my legs back to my sides .... Placing the head of your cock against my pussy, as you tease me ... Rubbing it up and down my now wet lips ... My body begging for your cock ... "Not yet, not yet." You say... 

Your lips meet mine in a sweet embrace ... My eyes close to drink you in ... "Open your eyes, baby ... look at me." You demand softly... 

I open my eyes as you hover above me ... Our eyes so intent on our love making .... You wrap your arms around my legs & grab my ass & arch it upward; opening my pussy to you ... You place the head of your cock on my clit & rub .... You're driving me crazy! ... 

You slowly rub your cock up & down my pussy... before finally.. Slowly putting it at the opening of my hungry cunt ... I try to thrust up, but your hands hold me fast ... Our eyes are locked as you gently push to enter me ... "Oh my God.' ... 

Your cock is so big ... my pussy so tight ... you press harder ... stretching my pussy to accept your cock ... Finally, the head slips in ... and you stop ... I try to throw my head back and close my eyes, but your eyes wont let me ... Another inch, and you dip your mouth to kiss me ... 

I need you inside me so bad ... I want you... "Please, Chad." I beg ... My ass firmly in your hands, you slide your cock the rest of the way in ... all of you ... My pussy is so full of your cock, I can feel it throbbing ... I squeeze my pussy to let you feel your pussy ... This is your pussy, Chad ... 

Slowly you back out, to slide back into me hard & hold it deep ... I let out a gasp, as you stare deep into my eyes ... My body thrusting up to match your pressure ... You match me, thrust for thrust ... Our bodies, finally, coming together .. It feels so good ... Your cock riding up & down inside my pussy, coaxing me to cum .... 

My hands grasp your ass & pull you to me, as I start to tremble ... Your arms collapse around me to angle your cock deep inside .... You can feel my pussy quivering against your cock ... so close to cumming ... You whisper ... "Give me your cum, Gayle ... Cum for me, baby." ... and I lose all control ... I try to keep my eyes open, but they're not cooperating as I writhe beneath you, my pussy convulsing against your cock .... My mind exploding ... as you make my cunt cum on command ... 

When I open my eyes, you're there, again, smiling down at me ... I reach up & cup your face in my hands, pulling your lips to mine ... Kissing you soundly & passionately with all the love I have inside ... "I love you," quivers across my lips ... 

The Ride 

Your cock still rock hard, inside me ... I wanted more ... I needed more ... I pushed on your chest to get you to lie back & roll with you until I'm straddling you .... Leaning over you to feed you first, my right tit ... and then my left ... Holding them together for you to kiss ... 

I lower my mouth to yours & feel your cock bounce up against my ass ... I raise up so that I'm squatting over your cock ... Letting it rest against my pussy ... Watching you ... teasing you ... and then sliding it inside my wet hole, dripping with my cum ... 

Slowly, I slide up & down, watching your face, seeing all the love & need in your eyes ... Sitting up on my feet, I have you fully inside my pussy, now ... I lift up to watch your cock appear .... And slowly slip back down to watch it disappear .... 

You grab my hands & pull them to your chest ... holding me there while you thrust up to fuck my pussy .... The feeling is intense ... magical ... beautiful ... Listening to the slapping of our juices mixing draws in more passion ... Making us work harder .... 

I sit up & hold my tits in my hands as I ride your cock, back and forth .. Up & down ... drawing you deep inside my pussy, over and over ... 

You pull me down to your mouth & kiss me hard .... Hands tangled in my hair & fuckin my mouth with your tongue ... My pussy getting tighter around your cock ... 

"Roll over!" you say! ... 

I climb off your cock & get on my hands & knees, back arched, ass up ... You position yourself behind me & slowly rub your cock against my ass & pussy ... "Mmmmm .. Yes, baby! I say ... Fuck my ass." ... 




Finally



I hear you spit & feel the warmness of it fall onto my asshole .... You rub your cock back and forth over it while pushing in .... I reach beneath me & start rubbing my clit as your head enters my ass .... 

Your hands on my hips, direct me in motion & rhythm ... My hand keeping time with your thrusts ... I start backing up against your cock .. Wanting more ... You slowly slide your cock inside my ass, & wait until you're sure I'm good with it ... 

I feel your cock getting bigger in my ass .... You're fucking me so hard ... I can feel your want to cum .... "Where do you want my cum, baby."? .... "I want you to cum in my ass, Chad", I say ... You're more than willing to oblige ... 

Your cock is sliding in and out of my ass, "I'm going to cum with you, baby." I moan.... Your rhythm getting faster ... Your hands holding me closer... I feel you drop your chest to my back & slam into my ass one last time as your cock explodes ....

My own cum matching yours, as I lose all control and tremble beneath you ... 

Both of us breathless ... drenched in sweat ... We climb into each other's arms & hold each other tight ... "I love you." We say at the same time ... "I've always loved you." I say... 

You tilt my head for a sweet tender kiss, as you tuck it to your chest to rest in my 'spot' .... Holding me close ... as my mind races with one word ... 

"Finally" ....



Finally



The sound of the bus accelerating toward her from the stoplight a block and a half away caught her attention. Looking up, Lynn realized it was her bus. Reluctantly she picked up her purse from the bench and slipped her phone into its pouch as she prepared for boarding the now slowing behemoth.

She grabbed the hand rail as she stepped aboard the bus, her eyes roaming the now nearly deserted street one last time, hopefully looking for something, anything, to renew her flagging hope, but saw nothing. Two steps higher, she turned disappointedly into the nearly deserted bus. An elderly woman with a cart and bags sat in the second seat back on the right; she'd seen her before on this same trip, the last express bus of the evening.

One other passenger was all there was. A businessman, sitting in the very back row, hidden behind his newspaper; she recalled seeing him before also. Her shoulders slumped slightly in defeat. What, she wondered, went wrong?

Even in the nearly deserted bus she still picked her spot half way back. Even a row or two behind the elderly woman wouldn't have been considered infringing on "her" space, but she just didn't want to be near anyone. Her mind went over the e-mails again, searching for what could have gone wrong. And despite that something obviously must have gone wrong, the thought of what could have been increased the tingling between her legs.

Not that the sexual tingle in her groin could have increased much more. She'd been on pins and needles all day long, in fact, since the previous evening. She'd gotten ready for bed, taken her shower, brushed her teeth. While her husband had gotten his shower she'd put her robe on so she could check on the kids. Ostensibly the robe was so she could walk around the house naked as she hadn't slept in anything except her skin in years, except that is when she intended to seduce her husband and she really didn"t sleep in those clothes. The truth was that she wasn't really going to check on the girls, although she did. The real purpose was when she'd stopped one last time to check her e-mail. She lied to herself that she was really checking to see if anyone had written, but if she'd been honest she'd have admitted that she was really checking to see if he had written.

He had written of course.

The note hadn't even been that long, but it was the audacity of it. She was a married woman; a woman married 24 years now to the same man. Yes, she'd flirted shamelessly with him. Yes, she'd admitted things to him that she'd never even told her husband. Yes she'd shared some naughty pictures with him, and he with her, but he was just a nameless, faceless word on a page; a safe, harmless mental affair; a little harmless spice in an otherwise routine existence. Perhaps if she'd been pressed she'd have admitted her normally boring existence, but that was the truth of it -- her existence was every bit normal, every bit routine. All normal and routine except for her mental affair, and he was someone she need not worry about as she'd never met him, could never meet him, as he lived three thousand miles away in a different country.

And yet, over time, she'd exposed more and more of her fantasy world to this stranger, and he'd shared his with her. His lovers, her lovers, his fetishes, her fetishes. Together they'd found that despite their differences, they had so many similarities. He admitted to her that he found her arousing; she admitted that she'd fantasized about him on those lonely Saturday mornings when her husband went golfing and left her alone in bed with her iPhone and its erotic stories at her fingertips, her fingers which would dial the control buttons, her pleasure button, and her favorite toys.

She'd written him several times, describing the erotic bliss his stories and e-mails had helped her achieve, ever in more intimate detail. She'd teased him with descriptions of her body, with descriptions of her favorite lingerie, with descriptions of what tantalizing touch would drive her over the edge in nothing flat. He'd teased in return, his words like fingers on her body, driving her libido making her feel as sexy as she had when she'd first been married. She'd imagine it was his finger or tongue replacing her own as she caressed her sex, teasing her body into another long, intense, shuddering, clenching, spasming orgasm.

"Tomorrow."

That was the first line. One line, all by itself, she hadn't needed to read any further. She didn't need to wonder about what it could mean -- she knew. He'd teased at first, as if reading her mind, knowing that she really didn't want a real affair, yet over time, "would you" had changed into "someday...." A tacit acknowledgement that if he were to ever actually visit her Toronto that she would at least meet him, have lunch, shake his hand and send him on his way. That is, if he didn't take her to a hotel and do all the nasty sexy fun things she'd admitted to him she'd love to do. She'd told him no, she wouldn't, she was a married woman... but she didn't think he'd believed her any more than she'd believed herself.

Just that one word.

At least, that's what she'd thought until she looked at the screen again. He'd put about twenty open lines in before he'd written anything else; she was so busy contemplating the import of that single word she almost missed the continuation at the bottom of the page. "Tomorrow, before the day is done, I will taste your pussy, we will orgasm at the same time, and you'll say that you've just had the most fantastic orgasm of your life."

Her nipples had instantly crinkled, even before she moved she felt the instant warmth and wetness between her legs. God, how did he do that so easily, with such regularity?

If that hadn't been enough, there were instructions. She was to wear the new silky bra, the blue one with the black lace that formed to her titties and made them look good! At least she thought so. He wanted her to wear the low cut dress, the one she said she'd never worn to work as it was just a little too slutty for the business world; it showed just a little too much cleavage for the office, and she definitely had lots of cleavage. She'd learned as a girl that C cup titties nicely filled out a swimsuit, and it was easy to overflow one with D cups, especially if you wore one just a skosh too small. Not that she had to worry about showing a little too much boob, if she decided to actually meet him, there was no way she was going to wear that sexy little nothing...

"Wear the silky black panties, the tight ones that hug your bottom and crotch and sometimes slide against your clit when you get wet, because I intend for you to be wet in anticipation all day." She'd read it three times before putting it away, telling herself there was no way she was going to do as he asked -- no, as he'd instructed.

She'd even thought of getting dressed in something else that morning. Well, at least the dress. After all, when she'd put on the silky underwear, it wasn't anything that she hadn't worn before. When she'd reached in and pulled out her white bra, fumbled with it and put it back to pull out her black one and then fumbled with that one and finally pulled out the blue one he'd requested, she'd lied to herself that it was just another bra and it didn't make any difference.

She pulled the cups together to hook the front clasp when she'd looked into the mirror, seeing her normally flush nipples were erect, jutting towards the mirror, begging for attention. She'd stopped, allowing her hands to release the bra cups and instead slide up under her breasts, lifting them, her thumbs caressing her nipples, her eyes closing. The rush of warmth between her thighs intensified the existing warmth that she'd been ignoring. "Oh my god," she'd thought, "I can't do this," even as her body was telling her she desperately wanted to. Her daughter's call of "Mom!" approaching in the hallway broke her from her reverie; she pulled the bra cups in place but her nipples were still visible, protruding from the satiny material despite the lining. Her eyes examined her body, widening in horror as she realized there was a wet line in the center of her panties, a wet line centered between the twin mounds of her swollen labia. Hurriedly she'd stepped into her closet, reached out and pulled on the dress, the one she'd been thinking about all night, the one she'd said she'd not wear to work.

She wasn't going to, but at the last minute, interrupted by her daughter, it was the only thing she had been thinking about. Without having time to think about what she would wear instead, she'd just grabbed it and pulled it over her head. She hadn't wanted her daughter to see her erect nipples; particularly she hadn't wanted her to see the wet spot in her panties marking her aroused state. She had just gotten it over her head, smoothing it in place, when her daughter appeared at the closet door. "Mom, do you think that ... Wow! You look hot Mom." She felt her panties go from damp to soaked.

~

She pulled her iPhone out of its pouch. Seeing that she had a new e-mail, she keyed in the password, wondering as she did what he would say. She didn't even think it would be anyone except him, his e-mails had shown up regularly every day for weeks just as she'd gotten on the bus. She'd told him what her schedule was, when she got on the bus every day, when she got to work, when her husband went to bed and she was alone for a few hours, their correspondence had become timed to match.

"You look as gorgeous as I thought you would." What? He'd seen her? Another e-mail popped up even as she was reading the first one.

"Well? We're you wet all day?"

God yes she'd been wet all day. Shit, even her daughter commenting that she'd looked great had gotten her wet, saying she should dress like that more often. But what did a teenage daughter know about dressing for the business world? But that was just the start; everyone she'd met all day long had just teased her that much more. Getting on the bus that morning, she'd realized as she climbed the steps and looked up to find the bus drivers eyes not on her face as normal but on her breasts, on the expanse of rounded flesh exposed in the vee of her dress.

Her boss, who was old enough to be her father even though she was already in her forties, had done a double take when she'd walked by. Later he'd stopped by her desk -- he never stopped by her desk -- and told her she "looked really nice today." It was all she could do to not raise her hand to cover her cleavage, understanding exactly what he'd meant, and despite the age difference, she had to admit she'd felt that rush of warmth from her pussy, the hundredth time before lunch. The secretary, all of her male co-workers; all day long it had been continuous realization that people were looking at her, acknowledging that she was sexy and desirable.

She'd expected him at lunch. It was where it had to happen; where there was the most time. She had it all planned out, how she was going to tell him no, that although their flirting had been fun, she couldn't take it to the next level. No, she wouldn't accompany him to his hotel room. When he passed her a key and said his room number she was just going to push it back.

Maybe.

Even the thought of being that close she knew was a risk, but at least one time she really wanted to meet him, find out if he was as sexy as their e-mails back and forth had been.

She wanted to slap him, to ask where he was, where he had been, but instead she sent back the one word truthful answer: "Yes."

The next e-mail was instantaneous, he must have been writing it as she'd been reading and answering the last one, "Promise me something?"

"What's that?"

"Don't turn around."

"Why not," she typed, before she realized what the message meant. Before she pushed 'send' a voice in her ear whispered "Because you've never met me. I know how you feel; for now it's best if you can 'truthfully' say you've never met me."

Oh my God, he's right there! she thought, starting to turn her head to look.

"Shhh!" He whispered in her ear. She felt his head slip up next to her right ear from behind, over the bus seat. "It's really me." His hands touched her shoulders, his fingers sliding over them, squeezing and massaging her shoulders. She melted under his touch, the gush of liquid between her legs the strongest yet that day. She knew her resistance was gone, she knew that when he said "let's get off at the next stop" that she was going to, she'd go to his hotel, she'd have sex with him. She'd do all those naughty things together that they'd been talking about for the last few months.

"I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to. You know that don't you?" She felt his breath on her ear; her head turned slightly, his face coming in contact with hers. Smooth, he'd shaved recently.

She nodded. "How did you find me?"

"It wasn't hard; bus schedules, where you worked, a little internet and what you told me about your habits." She realized she could smell a hint of cologne, his cologne.

"You smell good."

"You look good," he responded. "Your breasts are gorgeous." She felt her nipples crinkle, realizing he was looking over her shoulder, looking down her cleavage. "I knew I'd really like the blue one," he said, referring to her bra.

"You've been stalking me?" she questioned, not at all upset by the fact that he'd had to find her somehow.

"I've been researching you. I've been here since Monday."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because," she felt his left hand slide over her shoulder, tracing her bra strap through her dress. She expected him to stop, but he didn't. His left hand slid down the vee of her cleavage, crossing over and insinuating itself between her flesh and her bra, his fingers dragging across her right nipple until her breast was cupped in his hand, "you and I both know we wanted more than that and if I'd called, you would have turned me down.

She looked up, the little old lady at the front of the bus wasn't paying attention, the bus driver was busy watching traffic. Her hand rose to cover his hand and her breast anyway. She knew he was right. "Steve, I can't... We can't..." His hand moved slightly, his palm caressing her nipple.

"Shhh. It's OK. You aren't going to do anything you don't want to."

"I can't have sex with you." There, she'd said the words. She knew the words were a lie, but she'd tried. Her conscious tried to say no; deep down she knew she'd already lost the battle. She'd lost it weeks ago, when they'd hooked up online, but she hadn't really believed they'd ever be together. Until now it had been a harmless infatuation.

"Who said anything about us having sex?" he asked, his hand pulling out from beneath hers until her nipple was between his thumb and finger. She moaned as he rolled the eraser sized nub between them.

Her mind wasn't quite functioning right, all she knew was that she was in heat; as bad as she'd ever had it. A full day of being aroused; his tantalizing, teasing e-mails arriving at odd times, each one hinting as to what was going to happen. She wanted him, she wanted sex. She wanted that magnificent circumcised cock that he'd sent her the pictures of in her mouth and in her ass and especially in her pussy. She didn't know what she'd tell her husband, she'd come up with something. Her mind had drifted so much she almost didn't understand when he told her to take off her panties. Her mind was catching up, thinking "did he really just tell me to take my panties off?" when he repeated himself.

"Slip your panties off and give them to me." Her breath caught.

"Right here? On the bus?" she didn't think he meant it.

"Just slide forward 'till your butts on the edge and slip them off." She hesitated slightly, but did as he instructed. Hitching her dress up until she could reach them, she slid them down, her bottom realizing there was one less piece of cloth between her flesh and the plastic of the seat. She crushed the material in her hand, realizing it was nearly as soaked as if she'd climbed out of a swimming pool. Between her legs she felt the cool air teasing her overheated pussy.

He pulled his hand out of her dress, reaching towards hers. "Give them to me," he instructed. Her hand moved to his, seemingly of its own volition.

"Why?"

""I want to smell you. I want to feel your arousal; I want to know that your panties are wet." He took the panties from her, she let him. Hiding them in his hand, he lifted them, slowly crossing under her nose. "I can smell your pussy already. Can you?"

She inhaled, the smell of her own arousal filling the air around her. "Yes." She nodded at the same time. Steve pulled his hand up to her ear and his nose; she heard a long drawn out inhalation.

"Mmm. God Lynn, you're so sexy. You know that don't you? That you're so sexy?" His breath was in her ear; suddenly she felt his tongue on her earlobe. "Oh my God, I want to taste you, I want to see you. Show me your pussy."

"Steve!" she whispered, shocked that he would ask here on a public bus, where anyone could be getting on or off at any time. Glancing up she realized they'd already passed the last stop; they were now on the freeway for the next few minutes.

"Nobody's going to see. " He whispered back. "Just lift your dress. Show me that naked kitty that you've been teasing me with forever." Slowly she inched the dress upward, exposing more and more of herself until it pinched under her bottom. Raising her butt off the seat, she raised the dress so she wasn't sitting on it, momentarily exposing herself, her bare bottom finding the plastic. Her dress fell back into her lap. Steve's hand slid again into her top as she sat back down, his fingers stopping on her nipple. She gasped.

"Mmmm. I knew you'd be ready to cum. You are, aren't you?'

"Oh my god, you've got no idea. I've been ready ever since I got your e-mail last night." She'd raised the dress to the point where her crotch was just barely covered. If she had any pubic hair, it probably would have been visible, but she was clean shaven, all except the small landing strip above her clit.

"Don't tease me baby, show me that pretty pussy." She inched the dress higher, exposing herself to his gaze over her shoulder. "Oh yes, that's it," he purred in her ear. She felt him scoot forward more in his seat, his second arm coming over the seat, crossing her chest and sliding in to caress her other breast. "Now your clit. Take your hand and spread your lips. Let me see that clit I want to suck so badly. You'd like that wouldn't you? If I was down between your legs sucking and licking that little nubbin?"

As if someone else were controlling her body, she watched her fingers reach between her legs, fondling her swollen lips, gradually parting them, pulling them back until her clit became visible. "Oh yes, that's it. So gorgeous. Is it sensitive right now? It is, isn't it? Touch it, rub it, and then let me suck your finger." She did as he directed, touching her clit with her middle finger, rubbing it back and forth before raising her hand beside her ear where he sucked her finger into his mouth.

"Again," he said as her finger slipped from his mouth. She reached back down, her now wet finger slithering around the little nub that gave her such pleasure. "Not too fast, put it in your pussy and let me taste you before I let you cum." Doing as he said, she slid her finger down between her lips, feeling her wetness coating her finger. Withdrawing it, she held it over her shoulder where he sucked it again.

"Oh baby, you're so hot. We're almost out of time, so I want you to make yourself cum now. Masturbate yourself like you've told me. Make yourself cum for me while I play with your titties. Can you do that for me, huh?"




Finally



He didn't have to ask, she was so far gone she was going to do it whether he'd said anything or not. It didn't take long, this stranger, someone that she'd never actually met in person looking over her shoulder. This person that she'd been sharing naughty erotic e-mails with for months, this stranger that had gotten into her head, that knew secrets she hadn't even told her husband, whispering in her ear "Oh yes, that's so good, isn't it?" as she now openly masturbated herself before him, making herself cum as only her experienced hands could. His fingers felt like fire on her nipples, her need caused her to raise her pelvis, trying to force herself against her own fingers; raising, pushing, her fingers stroking just the right spot until the dam broke, her orgasm flooding across her, an involuntary cry of ecstasy escaping her lips.

She'd never been able to orgasm quietly.

Lynn became aware of his voice, soothing, whispering in her ear as she came down from her orgasm. His hands were once again on her shoulders; she hadn't been aware of him removing them from her breasts. "I have to go now. My phone number is on the card on the seat. Call me when you're off the bus and I'll tell you what to do next." She felt and heard the bus slowing; when she asked him when she was going to meet him again there was no answer. Turning toward the rear door, she was just in time to see the man with the suit from the back of the bus step down and walk away.

*

Thanks to my good friend and confidant for the story idea -- you know who you are.



Finally...



It had been weeks since I started talking to him. Our initial conversations were harmless, talking about work, our sports addictions and rivalries and mutual friends. We agreed to meet for coffee and spent a lovely hour chatting about nonsense. All the while my insides burned with a fire I had yet to experience, a yearning to reach out and touch him, even though we were in public. I looked into his eyes with unconcealed desire, searching for a similar response. A wonderful warm hug and we went our separate ways. Unfulfilled.

It wasn't until the next evening I heard from him. It started with a short text from him, saying hello, and progressed to chatting about his favourite sport, golf, then a few flirtatious comments. He took the bait and we started flirting back and forth, our words getting more and more intense as the night went on. I finally revealed to him my overwhelming desire to have him, and much to my surprise, he expressed the same feelings -- even revealing that he had gone home the night we met and jerked off thinking of me! My body shivered with desire as I told him exactly what I wanted from him. No strings, no attachment, just hot sex and exploration.

Our pattern continued for weeks, the endless waiting for private time late at night to be able to talk, to share and indulge our fantasies, to bring each other to powerful orgasms, over and over again. I wanted more. You knew that I had to have you. We finally managed to find a day to meet and the excitement and anticipation was almost too much to bear.

It was a chain hotel, located so that we could both be far away from our real lives, close enough that we could have hours and hours to spend together before parting ways. I arrived early, wanting everything to be perfect before you finally walked through the door. I lit a couple candles, pulled my hair down and let it fall, loose and curly down my back, and stripped down to the lacy blue bra and matching thong you had requested. The waiting seemed endless until I finally heard you knock at the door.

With an excited gasp, I unlock and swing the door open wide, pulling you inside and jumping into your arms. Your cold hands ran down my back and grabbed my ass, pulling me close against you. I moaned as you leaned down, looking deep into my blue eyes, and finally pressed your lips to mine, your delicious tongue parting my lips to slip deep inside. My hands drifted up your back to run through your hair, pulling your head closer, never wanting those lips to leave mine.

With a low growl, you tore your lips from mine and pushed me back towards the bed. Pushing me lightly so I fell back onto the bed, you stood over me, undoing your shirt and looking down my body. Shivers pulsed down my spine as I could see the fire in your eyes. I tried to sit up to help you, needing to have your naked skin against mine, but you shook your head.

"You're beautiful baby...." you moaned, "I have been waiting too long to touch you."

Stripping quickly out of the rest of your clothes, you heard my quick gasp and low moan as your cock sprung free and I could finally see the object of my desire.

Hooking your thumbs under the lacy edge of my thong, you slid it down my legs and brought it to your face, inhaling my sweet wetness. 

"Baby, please......" you hear me whisper.

Growling, you pull me to the edge of the bed, legs splayed wide around your legs, as you peer down at my bare pussy, glistening and hot, waiting for you. Grabbing my ass and lifting my hips up, you placed the swollen head of your cock against my steaming pussy. With a single hard thrust you bury your cock deep inside me as I cry out your name. Holding my ass tight against you, your cock throbbing inside me, you look down into my eyes. We have waited for this moment for so long.

You feel my pussy tighten around you, my hips thrusting against you, begging for more. 

"Fuck me..." I scream, "Baby, please, make me yours."

You need no encouragement, your cock slides back ever so slowly, before slamming back, hard and deep into my tight pussy. I have never felt so aroused, my body tingling with need, my pussy stretching around your cock. Deep and hard you fuck me. Listening to me moan, writhing under the onslaught of your cock, meeting you thrust for thrust as you pound deep inside me.

"Ohhhh fuck........." I cry out, "I'm cumming.........." You feel my pussy tighten around your cock, pulsating, as warm wetness gushes around your shaft. Arching my back to take you deeper, my body trembles in orgasmic ecstasy.

"Yes baby, cum for me, cum only for me lover....." you lean down to whisper in my ear.

Your cock twitches inside me; I feel every inch pressing against parts of me I didn't know existed.

"Please...." I groan, looking up into your eyes. "Baby, take me........"

Your hands move down to grab my ass again and lift it further into the air. Sliding your hard cock out of my dripping pussy you move it down and press every so lightly against my puckered little ass.

"Oh yes, GOD YES........" I push against you, dying to feel you inside me again.

With a guttural moan, you thrust hard, pushing your engorged cock deep inside my tiny ass. Crying out, my body tenses as this new invasion. You don't give me time to adjust, your cock is hard and stretching my ass, ready to make me your woman forever.

"Fuck me. Hard. Now." I scream.

Your fingers dig into my ass as you pull out and slam that cock back into me. Hard and hot I feel your cock deep inside my ass. You groan, your balls slapping against my ass as you fuck me hard. You unclench your fingers from my ass and reach back slap my ass hard. My body shuddered in response. 

"Fuuuuuuuck," I cry out, "Gimme that cock.......fuck me baby"

You speed up, knowing that you won't last long plunging deep in my tight ass. Spanking my ass again and again as you thrust deep. I feel you cock tighten and I know you want to cum inside me. I have other plans.

"Baby, don't cum." I whisper. "I want you all over me..."

With a low groan, you pull out and drop my ass. Your cock, hard and throbbing, is in front of me finally, ready to burst. I enclose your cock with my hand, stroking hard and looking up into your eyes as I lean forward to circle my tongue around the glistening head of your cock. It's all too much and as you reach down to grab my head and push your cock deep in my mouth, I feel your cock harden and explode, your hot cum spurting into my throat. You pull out slightly and I open my mouth wide so you can watch as the last of your hot seed splash over my tongue. 

With a smile, I stare into your eyes as I swallow your sweet/salty gift. Pulling you down onto the bed, we collapse together, finally satisfied.



Finally



"She wants you...she asked me about you again tonight." You state to me casually while we walk. You found out in high school, much to your dismay, that your beautiful friend Sienna prefers the company of other beautiful girls. After moving south for a few years after college, she decided she missed it here and moved back recently. Although I was a little hesitant when you first told me about her, I figured I didn't have anything to worry about between the two of you. Not that I have claim to you anyway...we're not technically in a relationship...but you know, we girls like to be the center of attention. 

I loved her the second we met. She's outgoing and interesting, all while being totally laid back. We have started to spend a few evenings a week at her house, drinking, listening to music and chatting. This evening, we've run out of wine. All of us a little tipsy, you and I offered to walk to the store a few blocks down from her house to fetch more. 

"I know...I...I just don't know if I could do it..." I reply quietly and look over at you; you stare back at me intently. This is not the first time you've brought the subject up...apparently she asks about me quite often. I don't get it. She's always totally nonchalant with me. She doesn't even mention sex in general, let alone make passes at me...although; she and I are both rather physical to begin with. I'm enough of a cocktease to play on your fantasies and she loves it. I lay with my head in her lap or straddle her from behind when we all sit to chat. We giggle and embrace upon meeting. We've spent enough time casually touching to know the contours of each other's bodies. Our hands instinctively fall at the smallest part of each other's waists when we stand together...she graces my collarbone when she sweeps my hair aside.

I should probably mention, I'm straight. In fact, previous to us hooking up I have told guys to go screw when they talked about adding another girl. It's just never appealed to me...before now. You've just been such a hot fuck...and indulged so many of my perverse, depraved fantasies...and, god do I enjoy pleasing you. You're somewhat dominant by nature...I'm sure the fact you couldn't have her in high school drove you crazy...and the fact I won't bend to this whim of yours must annoy you further. I've actually begun considering...no, fantasizing about it, really.

Sienna is just so...pretty. Wavy blonde hair that floats around her heart-shaped face, blue eyes, full pink lips...and she always seems to be in a skirt that accentuates her gorgeous figure. I've begun to imagine how it would taste to run the tip of my tongue up her pussy and around her clit. To run my hands down her smooth legs. How it would feel to lick and suck her pink nipples...to grasp her beautiful hair in my hands as I delve my tongue deep in her mouth...

I realize that I've been staring off and that my pussy is soaked. You smirk. "Um..." I stumble, embarrassed, clearing my throat and looking around at nothing in particular.

We enter the store and you pick up a few bottles of wine. My mind races. I absentmindedly agree to whatever you've chosen. This is all fantasy, right? I can't... Why am I even considering this? How do you even get off that way? I need penetration. I love your cock...I love cock in general. We exit the store, now plied with three more bottles of wine and begin the short walk back to her house.

"So? You're obviously thinking about it....finally." You add curtly. 

"God, I'd love to watch you go down on her." You stop and bring me close, tangling your fingers in my hair with your free hand and kissing me passionately. I can feel your cock start to harden though your jeans even at the thought. "It would be so hot..."

Fuck, I love when you pull my hair...

Between that and my already dripping wet pussy I'm ready to cum on the spot. I close my eyes and pace myself. I revel in the nasty thoughts running through my head and push my hips against your cock. Can I do this? You kiss my neck and crush me against you, accentuating your hard-on, adrenaline surging through my body. I've laughed and brushed you off every time you've asked me for this. 

I gear myself up to shock and arouse you as much as I can. Now or never. 

I bring my mouth close to your ear and whisper, "...I want your cock deep inside me while I lick her cunt..." Your grip immediately tightens and you drag my head to the side...

"Ohh...good girl...it's about fucking time..."

We walk up the stairs and back into Sienna's house, she's drying the dishes from dinner. A sliver of creamy white skin peeks out from under her shirt as she reaches up to rest the plates in her cabinet. I shiver involuntarily and then try to regain composure. My cockiness from only a few seconds ago gone now that I'm in her physical presence. 

"We're back...with a lot more alcohol." I laugh; it comes out much more nervous than I want it to. She turns and gives me a tantalizing smile before walking over and putting her arms around my neck. 

"Thanks sweetie!" she sings. Her soft, round breasts press into me and I wrap my arms around her, closing my eyes and taking her in. "No problem..." I answer breathlessly.

You refill our wine glasses silently, watching in amusement. We move to the couch and chat for a while. I basically nod through the conversation, not nearly paying enough attention. I watch her tuck her hair behind her ear with her beautifully long fingers. How would those feel inside me? She sips her wine, her lips parting and pouting. And that tongue... 

You begin speaking about work...the boss's been so hard on you lately...

She nods at you, "Oh, so hard, I'm sure." She giggles and I belatedly join in. You grin. You have no idea. She flips her back to me, her perfect hourglass frame a silhouette, and asks me to braid her hair. I obediently run my fingers through the blonde strands...it smells like orange blossoms. I imagine taking it in my fist, feeling the control I never have, and pulling her hair back viciously...her sharp intake of breath at my touch...I give in to the fantasy, closing my eyes and feel my panties dampen. 

I spend a bit too long caressing her hair, tracing my fingers up the backside of her neck and behind her ears. The conversation ceased a few minutes ago, but I didn't notice. You casually glance at me over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

"That feels so nice..." she says dreamily and tilts her head back further so she's almost in my lap. I can't resist. My heart racing, I lightly trace my fingertips down the side of her face, bend down, and kiss her softly. Her lips are everything I imagined them to be: soft, supple, immediately responsive to my touch. I take her bottom lip in my mouth and suck gently, tasting the red wine. She brings her hand to rest on the back of my head and her tongue parts my lips. I shiver and sigh. A few seconds of erotic bliss pass and I gasp as her mouth leaves mine. She emits a quiet laugh at my apparent loss then straddles me in one fluid motion. Her skirt cinches up and my hands immediately find her bare ass, I moan. 

Does she normally not wear panties? Is this really happening? Oh fuck, I'm wet... 

Her eyes captivate me as she guides my hands down her curves and to the hem of her shirt...seconds later it falls to the floor. Her tongue thrusts into my mouth again. She kisses so differently than a man, I note. She's so soft. Her tongue feels like velvet. 

Your zipper brings me out of my trance. Your cock springing free, you shamelessly stroke...watching us. Your head is glistening with precum and it makes my mouth water...I must have started towards it.

"Don't worry about him..." she whispers, bringing my attention back to her, "...he's getting everything he wants just watching us..." she kisses my neck, biting my ear softly, her lips driving me crazy with lust. I run my hands through her hair, gently pulling, and she arches backward, her breasts pushed out towards me. The sound of her moans urges me on and I pull down her bra. I immediately take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking, tonguing, biting, while I palm her other breast. My free hand slips to her sex...as wet, hot, and needing as mine...and my fingers explore. My clit throbs. This must be the pleasure you get from my body...it's amazing.

"What you were hoping for...?" you tease her in a low tone, your cock rock hard and throbbing in your hand. She giggles and unclips her bra, letting it fall away. She strokes my hair as my hands and mouth urgently discover her, then jerks my head back hard. I gasp. "Come with me..." she looks into my eyes then begins to climb off me. She slips out of her skirt, now fully nude, and we both gawk.

"Yes..." I'm amazed to hear myself gush, then quietly I plead, "...but please...I want you both..." Sienna looks at you and grins, then gestures to the hallway with a tilt of her head. I eagerly let her pull me from the couch and scamper down the hall with her. You pull up your slacks and take your time rising, watching two highly sexed girls skip towards the bedroom, holding hands and requesting your presence.

"Lucky boy..." she says to you as she leads us into her bedroom. It's small, painted some muted off-white tone, and she has a few pieces of antique furniture efficiently arranged. A tiffany lamp made of roses casts a reddish hue about the room. She turns back to me and peels off my shirt, revealing my lacy black and white bra. "Mmm...lucky me..." she giggles. I instantly relax and kiss her again. She leans down, tucking my bra under my breasts, pushing them up nicely, and takes my nipple in her mouth while she undoes my jeans. You stand close behind me, kissing my neck and then my lips. A million sensations wash over me, it's almost too much. Your stubble is rough on my skin, your mouth violent in its attack on mine. The difference is amazing. She takes my jeans down, and pulling my black lace panties to the side, she moans as she laps up the now flowing juice from my pussy. Your hand immediately lights the back of her head.

Her tongue traces up around my clit then she begins sucking. I moan and take a step further apart, wanting her tongue deeper inside me. She smiles, looking up, "Good girl...why don't you lay down..." I take a deep breath in and nod, looking back at you while she stands....

"Go." you whisper. I smile and lie down; wriggling out of my soaking wet panties and spread my legs for her, tangling my hand in her hair. I let go of any last shred of reluctance as her tongue slides deep inside me. I close my eyes, basking in what I never thought I'd enjoy...my hips rising to meet her thrusting tongue...

"Oh...FUCK...Sienna...please...oh my GOD..." 

"I need your cock..." I breathe, barely recognizable in my pleasure, "...please...let me suck it..." Happy to oblige, you approach me, freeing your cock once again from your trousers. You take my hair in both hands and unceremoniously begin fucking my mouth with urgency. I love sucking your cock...with her lapping at my pussy, this is like an even more intense 69. Your cock hits the back of my throat over and over. I try to relax...but it's difficult with all the stimulation...and I yank her hair, screaming, and cumming hard. You push me fully down over your cock...making me gag and moan...the vibrations of both stimulating your sensitive head.

I look up at you as I writhe...my climax finally subsiding...and pry your hands from my hair, coaxing your cock from my throat. I slowly jack you as she climbs up over me and thrusts her tongue in my mouth, my pussy juices mixing with the salt of your precum. I moan in ecstasy and then break away, "I want. To tongue. Her cunt...and I really, really need you to fuck me..." I implore you...

"Of course you do..." You snicker, turned on by my filthy mouth for several reasons, and watch us switch positions. You unbutton the top few buttons of your shirt, then give up and rip it off. I kiss and lick down her body until I reach her shaven pussy and immediately dive my tongue into her cunt.

Unreal. I lick and suck at her ravenously, wrapping my arms around her thighs and pull her to me, forcing my tongue deep into her beautiful pussy. I thrust my tongue in and out several times before lowering her back down, spreading her lips open and working her clit with my tongue. She tastes subtly different than my own juices that you so often have me suck off your fingers. 

You position yourself behind me and run your cock up and down my pussy slit, listening to me moan while I eat her. You lean over me...

"You should have done this a long time ago...are you enjoying yourself? Fucking whore...look at you..." I cry out sharply as your cock rips into me...hitting my spot deep with every thrust. 

She grips the sheets and she throws back her head, bucking at my tongue, reaching down to spread her lips wide...and begins to beg me. Yes...please cum...he wants to see you cum...I want to see it...I want to taste it. I slide my fingers deep, curving them slightly, and work her. You hammer me relentlessly...my ecstatic cries relegated to a hum as I suck and lick her cunt. She grasps my hair and rides me as her orgasm spills over, my pussy tightening around your cock in arousal.

"Fingerfuck her hard." You demand as her orgasm begins to fade...your thrusts growing ever more aggressive. 

She gasps and smiles, still shuddering, and moves beneath me, kissing me passionately. I delve my fingers back into her sopping wet pussy and fuck her at the pace you're fucking me. My mind races. 

"Let him fuck you." My voice sensuous and teasing...every other word accentuated with your thrusts. You groan...

"What?!" she stares me. 

"His cock...feels...INCREDIBLE...let him...fuck you." I repeat, staring straight into her eyes.

She trembles, but even you can see the doubt in her eyes as she watches my reaction every time your cock slams into me. I cry out from a particularly deep thrust...and collapse on her...my fingers ripped from her wet hole to catch myself.

"You want it...just like...I wanted you..." I whisper and ravage her neck. 

"Yes..." she whispers, her lips parting, looking up at you...

"Oh...fuck...yessss..." You thrust into me once more before pulling out and sliding your cock, wet with my juices, directly into her tight hole. Every girl loves a good, hard cock...I don't care what they say...Sienna is no exception. 

You shove three fingers inside my cunt, burying your cock fully inside her in one thrust. She cries out at your force, but quickly adjusts. I begin to ride your fingers as she thrusts back at you...our moans and gasps seemingly in competition.

I think about how crazed you must feel, fucking this woman you've lusted after and never thought you'd have. A surge of arousal overcomes me knowing I fulfilled this for you. 

She attacks my mouth, biting my bottom lip hard and sending waves through me. I cry out and fall down to her, breathing hard, and I hear you groan. You pull out as if drawn and immediately drive into me. Once, twice, and then you're gone. I gasp. She screams. Before I can register you're back inside me. "Ohhhhh my goddd..." I hear myself moan. You expertly navigate between the two of us, enjoying the alternating screams of pleasure.

Shock subsiding, we start to beg you, enjoying the depraved thrill...

"Ohhh, yes, fuck her hard..."

"Please, I want to feel it inside me..."

"Harder!"

"Fuck me..."

"Mmm...pleaaaase...I need your cock." 

We cum together near simultaneously from your sinful violation. You tear me off of her just in time, still shaking, and your cock hits that back of my throat.

"Don't you fucking swallow." You direct and shoot your load in my mouth. 

Oh, yesss...

I taste our mixed juices on your shaft...and choke slightly at the ridiculous amount of cum flooding my throat. I feel her hand tangle in my hair aside yours. You shiver and spasm, groaning, then thrust again, finally spent. She pulls me reluctantly off your cock and her mouth is on mine, your cum spilling onto her tongue in our very wet kiss...

We collapsed together...her soft caress on my curves...

I'll never forget that night...

It's been a few months now – and granted sometimes when we're together with friends it's a little obvious...but when she drags me to the bathroom to tongue her sopping wet cunt it always completely makes up for it...

...and I must admit...I love the sated glow you have whenever you two return from fetching drinks...



Finally



I couldn't believe that we were going to see each other again after so long. When we first met he was nervous and anxious; I thought he didn't like me, and that he was disappointed in what he saw. Who knew he was actually smitten with me but just didn't make 'the move'? He made my heart race, and I thought to myself 'Wow, he is so good looking', he stood about 5'10 slender without being skinny; he had an athlete's body. His hair was thick spikey black, he was half Asian and American and his eyes were a hunter green and had a slight almond shape. His lips were exceptionally full, the kind that girls would pay for. We had kept in touch now and then over the years, I got married and he got married, but we always talked about how it could have been between us.

Now six years later we are finally going to explore what has always kept our attraction to each other.

He was going to be in town to watch his mother's house while she went on vacation and my husband had to cover someone's shift so I was alone all night. I was nervous driving out to his mother's place; I had dressed especially for him. I wore a low cut black dress and heels, and carefully coordinated my under garments; a black thong and matching black demi satin bra. I made sure that I shaved my pussy for him, moisturized and lightly perfumed. I pulled into the driveway, checked myself in the mirror and tried to calm down. 

"Hey stranger" he was leaning against the door, with his thumbs hooked in the pockets of his jeans; the porch light shadowed him just perfectly. His essence seemed more mature not as nervous as our first meeting, I guess marriage does that to you. My nervousness dissolved as I looked into his warm eyes. 

"Hey back" I smiled and he leant into me giving me a hug. His embrace was strong and he smelled delicious. I rubbed my nose against his neck, his cologne was light with a spice undertone, his neck was strong and I wanted to bite it. Instead I gave him a little kiss and could almost feel his heartbeat. His dog came bounding from inside and pushed me into him, by instinct he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him "I got you". 

He held my hand as he made his way inside the house. It was decorated in late 1970's, it seemed his mother didn't change much after his father had died; it kind of reminded me of my parents' home and I was at ease. I put my purse down as he walked toward the kitchen and I could hear him open a bottle of wine, a movie was playing in the background, how he loved his sci-fi movies. As he came from the kitchen he set two glasses on the table, filling them with a nice zinfandel and the dog curled in the corner bored with us.

"Make you comfortable" his fingers grazed mine as he handed me my wine glass, it felt like tiny electric shocks and I could tell he felt it too. He took a sip of the wine and droplet was on his full bottom lip, and his tongue slipped out and absorbed it, and my pussy started to ache. 

I took off my shoes and took a sip of wine; it was sweet with a hint of dryness, kind of like his sense of humor.

"Those were killing me" I smiled at him and he took my hand and sat me next to him on the sofa, we made small talk and drank wine, the movie was just white noise in the background at this point.

As our conversation continues he would make contact with my eyes never wavering and his shyness is no longer visible. Listening to him I am hypnotized by his hunter green eyes, I could tell the wine was having effect on both of us and I couldn't help but focus on his lips, and I can tell he knows what I am thinking because a slow smile appears on them. I put my wine glass on the table, and my thigh brushes against his and I decide to take the situation in hand.

"I guess I will start this; I have dreamt of doing this for years" I rested my hand on his knee and pressed against his side. His left arm was round the back of the sofa while his right rested on his leg. I pressed my lips to his, soft at first, I could taste the wine on his mouth; I opened my lips and slid my tongue in. It was a long hot kiss, my heart hammered in my chest, my breathing coming faster. His hand slid up my thigh to my ass and the hand around my shoulder buried itself at the back of my neck strong but not forceful. I could hear and feel him moan in my mouth pulling back I bite his gorgeous bottom lip.

"I knew it would be like that" his hand was still on my ass and I grabbed it and slid it under my dress, to feel flesh on flesh, heat.

He kissed me again, this time harder and I couldn't control my passion any longer and without breaking the kiss I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans rubbing against my pussy. He moved both his hands under my skirt to my full ass cheeks, I filled them. My hips started to gyrate instinctively against him, driving both of us crazy.

I broke the kiss and I looked into his eyes, my face inches from him and the pair of us smiled.

"Beautiful" he moaned, as he buried his face in my cleavage, his hot tongue running a trail up to my neck.

He pulled my dress over my head and threw it on the floor now just in bra and panties; I grinded my partially clad body harder into his confined bulge I couldn't believe this was actually happening after so long.

I pulled his shirt over his head start kissing his chest. His chest was hairless and firm from his active lifestyle; his nipples were a light milk chocolate color and had become erect. His taunt stomach had a soft line of hair that disappeared into his jeans. I couldn't resist putting little bites here and there. I could feel his heartbeat against my lips. 

"I want to taste all of you" I climbed off his lap and could see I had left a wet spot on his jeans, feeling a little embarrassed he looked at it and a naughty smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Is that all for me?" he said playfully rubbing his finger on the spot.

"Well you made it" I said shyly, he laughed and stood up, shirtless I could see the full glory of his body and the bulge in his pants was prominent.

I knelt down in front of him and started to unbutton his pants, sliding them down his legs, his engorged bulge staring me in the face. My mouth began to water, I rubbed my nose against his covered cock and it jumped at my nearness, tapping me on the tip of my nose.

"He knows me" I looked up at him, his partially naked body tense with anticipation, he nodded in agreement I could see in his eyes he was waiting for my full red lips to wrap around him and he licked his.

"I think I should release him so we can meet up close and personal?" I pulled his boxer briefs off and his cock is gorgeous and erect, long at least 7 ½ inches, a beautiful mushroom head and very nicely trimmed tight sacs. An iridescent droplet is at the tip of his thick head.

I lick the tip of his cock and he shivered, letting his head fall back enjoying the feeling; I liked watching the effect I had on him.

More sweet pre cum oozed from his cock and I licked it up like liquid candy. I wanted more; I stroked him and milked more of him into my mouth. I rubbed the tip around my lips, like lip gloss and licked it off savoring it.

"You taste delicious" I whispered against his shaft.

I licked the entire length of him and took him in my mouth. Slow at first because I wanted to adjust to him and enjoy the taste and smell of him. I slid my hands up his legs around to his ass and held on. Pumping my head up and down taking as much of him in as possible I dig my nails into his ass. I started to suck faster, pulling his length out and rubbing his cock on my face letting it rest on against my cheek as I licked his balls, so tight... so full.

I could feel his hands kneading my shoulders and then one hand caressing my cheek; he was trying desperately not too guide my head on him. I could hear his breathing, and grunts trying not to cum. His legs started to shake and I could hear him say "Not yet".

He pulled me up by my shoulders and I can see his eyes were on fire, and heavy with passion he was trying to calm his breathing.

"I am not done yet" I moaned, wanting to sate him and to feel him explode in my mouth.

"You will be if you keep that up, I want to enjoy this a little longer" he cupped my face and kissed me hungrily his still hard cock wedged between us. 

"We have enough time for a second round. Show me the bedroom." 

I felt exposed to him, in just panties and bra no one but my husband had seen me like this in years. Watching his eyes tracing the lines of my body and stopping at my pussy, his eyebrow arched as he saw the shadow of wet spot on my panties, his hand reached for me never taking his eyes off that moist little patch, like he was being drawn to it, he slid a finger into my panties.

I held onto his broad shoulders to steady myself, his finger felt so amazing.

"So nice" he hissed into my ear, pulling his finger out and tasting it.

I watched as he wrapped his tongue around his finger.

"Sweet" he closed his eyes relishing the taste.

I leant in, kissing him, wanting to taste myself on him. His hard cock is resting against my tummy.

"I taste good on you."

He grabbed my hand and the wine in the other hand and led me to the bedroom. It was his old room; it seemed as if his mom had left it as it had been when he lived there. He lit a few candles and led me to the bed he sat at the edge his cock hadn't lost its erection and I was wedged between his thick thighs, as he pulled me towards him he reached behind and unhooked my bra and release my tits. My nipples automatically tightened to hard pebbles and he buried his face in them. He cupped each one and sucked my nipples, one at a time. His mouth was hot and hungry and I felt my legs shake, watching his beautiful lips as they devoured each nipple; they glistened, moistened by his saliva. I took his hand and put it between my legs; he started rubbing my clit over my soaking panties, my breathing is coming faster. I tweaked the abandoned tit while he played with me.

"Let's get comfortable," he slid up on the bed and I crawled between his legs to give more attention to his cock; I spread his legs and kissed the inside of his thighs.

"Trust me?" I ask looking in his eyes.

He nodded and I could feel a smile spreading across my face.

I kiss each thigh and spread his legs a bit wider; I crisscross kissing each thigh from knee to his pelvis feeling his hard cock on my face. I could smell the musk of him mixed in with soap which meant he'd showered before I arrived, and it made me get wetter. I lifted his leg and placed his foot on the bed, kissing and licking his balls I went lower, he took a sharp intake of breath. I licked under his sack and moved to that sensitive spot that I was aching for. He didn't stop me so I dared to go even lower.

"Oh damn, Grace" he moaned, I saw his fists grabbing at the bed sheets.

"Mm, I am not finished yet Tony." I licked the crease of his ass, long soft licks like licking an ice cream cone.

I continued even farther down, my left hand took his engorged cock and stroked while my tongue lapped at his sweet ass cheeks and I took tiny bites. His legs instinctively opened wider and with my right hand I pushed his leg back, giving me better access. My tongue found its way to his sweet tight hole and I tickled it with the tip of my tongue. He shot back a bit, and I looked up at his face, his eyes were wide with a hint of uncertainty in them, there was a light sheen of sweat on his upper lip. Still holding him in my hand, I asked "Is it too much?" whilst rubbing my thumb over his silky tip.

"Fuck, no one has ever done that before" he was shaking his head as if trying to clear it. I took that as a go ahead for more and I continued where I left off but a bit more assertive. I went right to his tight hole and buried my tongue against him, stroking him with my tongue, harder... sucking, and licking. He started going crazy, which encouraged me to get deeper inside him. I put my knuckle against his hole and rubbed it, it slid against him easily from my previous licking.

"That feel good baby?" I asked while looking up at his gorgeous face.

"Amazing" he breathed his eyes were closed tight, as if dreaming. 

I crawled up to him and lay on his side, I grabbed his hand and slid it between my legs so he could feel how soaked I was.

"That is what YOU do to me." I kissed his jaw, around to his chin and up to his mouth. His kiss is like fire, and his tongue is strong and forceful, filling my mouth.

I put my hand over his and helped him stroke me, my clit engorged and pulsing at his touch. My slick pussy engulfs both of our fingers.

"Now it's my turn to taste you" he pushed me on my back.

Poised between my legs he starts kissing his way down my body, sucking each nipple but never taking his hand from between my legs. I remove my hand from my pussy and licked my fingers, silk against my tongue. I pull his hand from my drenched pussy and suck his fingers, he has pulled off my soaked panties and he continues kissing down my tummy to my swollen pussy lips.

"Mm I love how fat your pussy lips are, nice and shaved" his fingers are sliding between them as he admires them.

"Just for you" I said, anticipating how his mouth will feel against my throbbing cunt lips. I spread my legs, and he moans licking his lips, sending me into a fit of desperation to have him.

"Please..." I beg.

"Please what?" he asked, sliding down my body and positioning himself so he is eye level with my pussy, I could feel his hot breath on my cunt.

"Please, eat my pussy" I couldn't wait anymore and put my hand on his head.

He followed my encouragement and lowered his head, sliding his tongue in my slit and giving it a long lick. 

"Oh fuck" It felt better than I'd hoped, I closed my eyes and the ache between my legs is pleasure and pain. He sucked on each lip, and then spread them. 

"Mm mm" is all I can hear from him. He is feasting on me like a starving man, licking my hard clit making me ooze more. I reached down and hold my pussy lips open for him, my clit is poking out, waiting for more attention.

"Suck it" I demanded.

And he did so. Taking it between his beautiful lips, I could hear him sucking and slurping, and then he slipped a finger inside me.

"More" I moan.

And he slipped another, stroking me in and out slowly.

"More please" I begged.

He growled at my request and gladly he followed it. Three fingers were filling me, finger fucking me so good. He was wrecking havoc on my pussy and mind, eating me so good; I loved hearing him eat me. I could feel my pussy tightening around his fingers and I could feel him start to pull out, I moan in disappointment.

"I want to feel you cum around my cock" he said as he came back up to me. I could see my pussy juices on his face and I pulled his mouth to mine, sucking his tongue relishing the taste of me on him and I lick him clean.

"Yes, please Tony fuck me" his eyes have glazed over with passion and he is looking forward to his main goal, to fuck me and fuck me good. His face is a bit flushed and his gorgeous full lips are glistening with saliva and pussy juices, he sits back on his heels as if contemplating his next move.

"Turn over" he ordered.

I couldn't stop the smile from overcoming my face "I thought you would never ask."

I turn over and got on my knees feeling him behind me.

He started caressing each cheek "God your ass is amazing."

I feel his hands move to my waist, the tip of his cock against my ass crack, gently teasing as if he is going to fuck me anally, I could feel the warm oozing pre cum moistening my as crack, then he slides his cock into my aching pussy.

I put my head in the pillow and loudly moaned. His cock is so hard, stretching me. At first he started slow, I could tell he was enjoying the warmth, the silky pussy juices on his cock. 

"Oh man, you are so tight" he moaned, and started pounding me faster. I backed into him as much as possible.

My moans are becoming louder and his grunts setting the rhythm, deep and animalistic.

"Harder Tony" I moan "please baby, fuck me harder."

We were in a whirlwind of passion; I encouraged him to go harder, faster. I can feel my pussy tightening around him, on the verge of cumming. 

"Oh god!" I moan, gripping the cover "Don't stop!" 

"Fuuuck! I am going to cum" He grunts, meeting my strides.

"Yes, cum for me I want to feel you cum" I whimpered.

I looked back, his head was thrown back then I felt the deep pulsating in my core as he exploded inside me. I felt the heat from his jizz fill me and I tightened around his throbbing cock and my world shattered. Kaleidoscopes of exploding lights have gone off behind my eyelids and I am falling an endless fall.

I have covered his cock with my juices, and I can feel it running down my thighs. My pussy muscles still spasm milking him wanting each drop.

We collapsed on the bed, with him still inside me. He slowly pulls out and I felt empty, yet satisfied. All I can hear is our breathing and my heartbeat.

"Oh my" I gasped, a light sheen of sweat covering the both of us.

"Yes, oh my" he said, his hand resting on my lower back.

"I knew it would be like this" I say, looking at him I kiss his shoulder.

He nods and smiles.

"Yes finally."



Finally!



I step into the barn, rubbing my arms. The cold night air is crisp, scented with the dusty threads of the tapestries piled inside. They're piled on every inch of the wooden floor, some rolled up, some laid out to display their beautifully antique designs. I scold myself mentally for wearing just a short dress and cardigan; I'm freezing. There's a stool at the edge of the piles of rugs, and I gingerly sit down. 

The situation depresses me; I've come to the party of the man I really like, and I've lost the nerve to tell him how I feel. So he's sitting in his home surrounded by gorgeous girls who are easily open to him, while I'm sitting here in his barn, alone. That's how it seems it will always be.

The barn door creaks and startles me. It's Nate, and I stand up, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I should've come in to see you first." My eyes drop to the floor.

Nate studies my face. "It's alright, I'm glad you came. I didn't think I'd find you here."

I look up at him. "I came to tell you why I've been making it so hard for you to talk to me. At least I was going to, but of course I didn't and...now I'm in here. I'm not really sure why I didn't just go home." 

Nate steps toward me. "Well," He pulls up another stool and we both sit down. "Instead of running away from the situation," his voice softens. "Tell me now."

I nod, and begin slowly. "So..."

"I've always been someone who prefers to be on my own. My whole life, I've been really independent. But lately, I've just felt alone. And I do it to myself. I'll meet people that I like, and then when I realize we're getting to really know each other, I get scared, and say and do things to push them away. And I'm lonely. That's what I've been doing to you, even though I'm crazy about you..." Tears run down my face.

"Baby." Nate whispers, and pulls me into an embrace.

"And I get so worried" I go on. "That you'll just pick a girl that makes it so easy to be around, as you should, and I will have missed my chance because I was scared."

Nate pulls back and wipes my tears away with his thumb. 

"And I see how amazing you are to people, and I've been longing for someone like that for so long."

I look up at Nate through my wet eyelashes, and he says nothing for a while. 

Then he touches my face. "I didn't want any of those girls at this party. I just wanted you. I have to admit, you did confuse me with your mixed signals, but I knew that I wanted to stick around to figure you out. Now come here."

He tilts my chin up with his hand, and slides his other arm around my waist. "You're not running away from me anymore." He whispers against my lips, then molds them to his. It's soft and warm, the tip of his tongue just inside my lips. I feel myself melting as he deepens the kiss, and I instinctively press against him, clutching his shirt. Already I feel so safe in his arms, hungry for the affection he's giving me. It's a sensation I've waited years for. He pulls away, and I close my eyes.

"Finally." I whisper, and he chuckles, wrapping both his arms around me. It feels so good being with him. "Can you do something for me? Something that I've needed for such a long time?" He nods. "What's that?" I blush, and look down into my lap. "Will you take my virginity?"

Nate traces a circle on my cheek with his thumb. "Are you sure?" I nod, more sure than anything. He smiles. "Well then I wouldn't love to do anything more." 

He kisses me again, then gently moves away to stand up. He walks around the piles of rugs to a cabinet on the wall, that he opens, and pulls out two down blankets. Nate walks back over to me and takes my hand in his free one. "Come with me," he says gently.

We make our way to the back of the barn, which is way farther than I thought. This barn looks much smaller on the outside. Amidst the piles of tapestries, there is a lower pile, with rugs coming up around it on all four sides. Stepping into this soft little space, we are completely concealed from anyone who comes in the door. 

I watch as he lays one blanket down onto the rugs. "What if people start to notice you're gone?" He smoothes out the blanket and straightens up. "When I saw you walking into the barn from my bedroom window, I told people I was going to drive for an hour to pick up my brother and then come back to the party. So we have a good two hours."

I nod, feeling nerves. He puts his hands on my arms. "Are you still sure you want to do this?" I put my arms around his neck. "I've been ready for you to love me since I met you." He leans in and kisses my cheek. "And boy, have I fallen in love with you." he says. "You have to tell me if you want to stop." I smile. "I will." He watches me. "Are you nervous?" I take a deep breath. "It's a good kind of nervous." Nate presses his face into my neck. "I'll be gentle." I close me eyes and smile. "I know."

Nate pulls me into a soft kiss, and we slowly sit down on the blanket, cushioned by four or five laid out rugs. It feels cozy down here, with the tapestry walls protecting us in our own little world. I unbutton my cardigan and pull it off as Nate pulls off his own shirt. I press my collarbone against his bare skin; the skin-to-skin contact feels amazing. "Lets take this slow." Nate murmurs, and slowly slides down the straps of my dress with his finger.

I help him pull it down my body and off, and he traces the path my dress had just made with his palm on my skin. "You're beautiful." He says, and leans down to caress my tongue with his. "So are you." I say when we finish the kiss. "Alright, baby." Nate reaches into his backpack that he dropped on the floor and I blush as he pulls out a bottle of lubricant and a condom. He sees my face and smiles. "You're adorably shy. Baby, I'm going to make you feel ready for when I take your virginity. I'm going to give you an orgasm. There's no need to be embarrassed or self-conscious." 

I nod, and he leans in and kisses me again. "Ready? Just take a deep breath. Relax."

I do, and I feel his hands softly traveling up my thighs to stop in between my legs. I close my eyes and focus on him touching me, how good it feels to have him touching me. His hand settles on my underwear, and his thumb gently begins to circle my clitoris. It's a slow movement, but it's enough to send little tingles throughout my body. Nate crawls up so we're face to face, and kisses me, still rubbing me with just the right amount of pressure; firm but extremely gentle. I give a little sigh as he sits up and pulls me onto his lap, his finger getting a little faster in between my legs. I envelope his mouth in mine, eager to taste him.

We sit like that for a while, moving into each other, and then Nate lays me back down, both of his hands traveling to the elastic of my underwear. He watches my face as he slowly tugs them off, and I shift so he can pull them down my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut and blush furiously as Nate gently parts my legs and exposes all of me. "Hey, there's no need to be embarrassed, remember? Your body is amazing." One of Nate's hands come up to lock his fingers with mine.

I hear the cap on the bottle of lube open, and Nate squeezes some out onto his finger. He then traces that finger around my soft opening. The cooling liquid soothes my warming flesh, and I shiver. Very slowly, Nate inserts one of his fingers into me, and I gasp. "Stay relaxed. Focus on the sensations I'm giving you." 

His voice whispers, and I arch my back a little. Softly, Nate slides his finger in and out, side to side, loosening me up. Then he bends his finger and strokes my upper wall, and I let out a little sound, the pleasure of his touch washing over me. Nate smiles. "That's it baby." 

Very gently, he slides a second finger in next to his first. He moves them a little faster, and I start to feel a tingling building up in my pelvis. I let out a quiet moan, and my back arches some more by itself, and I realize my legs are bent out to the side. Nate speeds up again, and I feel his lips on my clitoris. My breathing is becoming more rapid, and I start to feel the release making its way to the surface. "Nate..." 

He speeds up, and murmurs, "Let yourself go, my love. Let it happen." A few more of his strokes and I'm there. My body jerks, and my head tips back, my eyes closed. I groan, jolting softly to the rhythm he's created. When my body slows and I open my eyes, his face is above mine to kiss me. I raise my lips to his, my entire body relaxing. We kiss for a long time, and I'm eager for what's next. Nate chuckles. "Nervous anymore?" 

I grin. "Not at all. Please continue." He nods, and reaches for the condom laying on the blanket. "Come here. Let me show you. " He pulls me up and I sit on my knees and wait as he unzips his jeans and pulls down his boxers, showing me all of him. I wonder how much it will hurt, because he is a fairly big size. Nate pulls out the condom, and gives it to me. He takes my hand under his, and places it on his erection, holding it up. Gently, I roll the condom on, and he guides me with his fingertips. I feel slightly shy holding him, but as I notice his breathing change when I touch him, it excites me. 

"Now." Nate puts his hands on my waist, stroking me. "You should sit on me, so if anything hurts, you can control the movement." I nod, and he leans in and sucks on my bottom lip. I'm no longer nervous, and I'm filled with desire to be this close to Nate.

I pull myself onto him, straddling his hips, and his lips brush my ear. "Go slow, baby." He holds himself, and I reach down to part myself, and lower my hips onto his as he eases into me. I gasp, as there is pain. I wrap my arms around Nate's neck and press myself to him, trying to relax my body as things painfully stretch in between my legs. As I slide down the last couple inches, I squeeze my eyes shut. 

Nate can feel my stiffness, and reaches around to take my hands that are digging into his back. I sit, my face in Nate's shoulder, as I breathe and wait for the pain to ease. After a minute or so, my muscles relax and numb a little, and I can feel things start to expand to perfectly fit Nate. I lean back to look at him, and he touches my face, and pulls one of my hands up to kiss it. "How are you feeling?" I breathe out, and shift on him, relaxing my hips a little. I think Nate gives a little gasp. 

"It hurt a lot at first, but now it's very bearable. Why don't you lie over me. I think you're free to move now." We shift, and Nate supports himself on his elbows over me. "Here." Nate gently reaches over and grabs a pillow sitting on one of the rugs. "Arch your back, baby. It will make things feel a little better."

I arch my back, and wince as the act of lifting my hips pushes him in a little more. Nate slides the pillow underneath my lower back, and we shift, adjusting our position. "Am I hurting you?" He pressed his face into my hair and I clutch his shoulders. "Mm Mm. You're so gentle. It eases the pain." He lifts his head and looks into my face and very gently slides out about an inch. Then, slower than the first movement, presses back in. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out, as I feel a different sensation than the pain start to surface. Nate stops, unsure of my expression.

"Was that uncomfortable?" I smile, and shake my head. "The very opposite. Please do it again." Nate does the same, and repeats, each stroke getting a little longer than the one before. Almost all the pain is gone now, and I slide my hands down to rest on his buttocks. We start to go faster, and I let out an accidental moan. I cover my mouth with my hand, embarrassed, but Nate moves my hand and goes in for a deep kiss. I realize that Nate is still being careful with his movements, so I wrap my legs around him. "Faster please." It's just what he needs to hear, and pretty soon our bodies are moving together in a heavenly rhythm. 

I look up into Nate's face, and watch as his breathing becomes faster, and mine begins to follow. "Oh god, you feel so good." He breathes, and those six words send goosebumps over my body. I start to lift my hips against his, and the buildup of pleasure begins again. Nate suddenly moves faster, and I can tell the blissful end is close for him too. Our hips collide one more time, and it sends me over the edge. I groan, and Nate puts his mouth on mine, muffling my cries of pleasure.

I feel his hips clench, and he reaches under my hips and holds them to his, grunting, as I feel his warmth fill my body. He's still, while I continue to move underneath him, waves of pleasure getting smaller, but still sending a jolt through my body. 

We lay there, tangled in each other, panting. As our breathing slows, I close my eyes and whisper, "I love you Nate." Nate kisses my damp skin, and murmurs. "I love you." He slowly slides out of me, and I wince one last time, as my inner walls are returned to their normal size. Nate pulls the second blanket over, and lays it over us. I shiver, realizing again how chilly the night air is on my heated skin, and Nate wraps his arms around me. We still have an hour before anyone realizes Nate should be getting back, so we lay there, cherishing the feel of each other's bare skin. 

I close my eyes and rest my cheek on Nate's chest, content. I am no longer lonely, and it feels amazing to belong to someone. 



Finally



Dedicated to the person who introduced me to this site. Thanks a million. 

*

He was my best friend from university. We met in the second year of our degree program. We admitted that we were both stupid and we should study together for our exams. Needless to say, we bonded after the first exam we aced. We continued studying together and became fast friends. Sometimes he will invite me out for a drink, but I would refuse, as I don't drink. He was quite popular with everyone, always going to parties and smoking weed as if it was going out of style. Never mind that it is illegal in our country. 

"The good stuff is always illegal," he told me, as I was driving his drunken ass home after a long night of partying hard. I sighed as I helped him out the car, praying that he doesn't vomit on me before I get him inside.

'Why do I do this?' I question myself as I trudge up the stairs to my apartment, with my best friend slung over my shoulders like a sack of potatoes. I drop him on my couch and proceed to remove his sneakers and get him a glass of water. As I return with the water, I see him sitting up on the couch, looking dazed and confused. His eyes focus on me and he smiles. "What would I do without you, Aeila?"

I blush slightly. "You would be face down in a ditch in the middle of nowhere, asleep in your own vomit." I replied jokingly. He guffawed at my response and lay back down on the couch. 

"You're so funny Aliey," he replied as he covered his eyes with his arm and proceeded to fall asleep. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, but as one gay friend one told me, if a man says something, and it has two meanings, one bad and one good, he meant the good meaning.

I smile as I shook my head and padded back to my bedroom to get the last few hours of sleep I can. 'I love that stupid fool,' I think to myself as I fall asleep.

I woke to the smell of eggs and waffles the next morning. I yawned and stretched, my oversized T-shirt riding up my chest slightly. I sighed as I jumped off my bed and headed to the kitchen. There was Daniel in my kitchen, half naked and awake, making breakfast. One thing about this man is that he can cook. He turns around and smiles at me. "Good morning Aelia! How did you sleep? Do you want some waffles?" I stare at him. "Aren't you supposed to still be asleep? Or at least have a hangover?"

"I am immune," he replied as he put some of the food he made on a plate and passed it to me. "Isn't that my shirt?" he asks. "No," I reply as I devour my breakfast. God damn the man can cook. After breakfast, I showered and began to get ready for my day.  

I worked part time as a librarian in our university library as I completed my Masters program. That day, I decided to wear a simple white blouse with a black skirt that was way beyond my knees. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I wasn't tall, thin or even sexy in my opinion. I was 5'5 with short braids that reached my shoulders. I wore simple black glasses that I use to hide from the world. My blouse was plain and straight, just like my skirt, so I can blend into the background. I don't want to be the centre of attention. That place had too many bad memories in my opinion. Self consciously, I walked down the stairs to drive to work. Daniel had already cleaned up and was sitting on the couch, waiting for me to leave. 

"Well you look dapper," he said as he saw me walking towards the door. I snorted my disapproval. Dapper means boring. The perfect librarian, I thought as I headed to my car. "Where are you going today?" I asked him as we drove off. I don't live far from our school, about a fifteen minute drive, but it was damn well better than walking, especially in this sun. 

"To school with you. I have to go see Betty." I nodded my head. Betty was his weed guy, a six foot tall, huge, hulking black man with scars on his head and big feet. "I'm going by Jose after work. I'll see you later?" I asked. He nodded his agreement as I parked my car in the university student car park. He jumped out of his side and stretched his long arms over his head. I watched him slyly from the corner of my eyes and blushed furiously. 'Why does he have to be so sexy?' I thought to myself. He was 6'1, with lean muscles and intense hazel eyes. His dark hair was long, reaching his shoulders. He was wearing a tight black shirt that framed the muscles on his back perfectly. Oh how I would love to run my hands up and down his back and kiss him all over his tight lean abs, his chest glistening with sweat as he looks at me with that intense stare of his as he says my name as though he loves me and...

"Aeila? What's taking you so long in there?" Daniel questions as he knocks the roof of my car. 'Oh shit,' I curse myself. 'I just had a fantasy of Daniel. Again. And he's right there. Oh God I'm going to hell.' I clamber quickly out of my car and lock it. He looks at me strangely and asks if I'm alright. I nodded hastily, feeling guilty about the wetness between my legs. He walks me to the library, where I will begin my exciting job as a university librarian. Before he leaves though, he takes me into his arms and hugs me tightly. I breathe in his scent of man and musk and sigh slightly. 

"Thank you for last night, Aelia," he says as he releases me. I blush so hard my glasses started to fog slightly. "No problem Daniel," I whisper out. "See you later?" 

He smiles and nods.

"Bye Aliey," he says as he walks away. I stare at his retreating form, my mouth going dry and the heat between my legs increasing. 'I am definitely going to hell,' I think as I proceed to my day of work.

 o.O.o

"And you didn't rape him? What's wrong with you?" Jose tells me as he works over my head. "Are you gay?"

I look at him. I love Jose. He short and dark and is the best hairdresser that I have ever had. He braids my hair so quickly. He is very nifty with his hands. His boyfriend thinks so as well. 

"You know I'm not gay, Jose. I'm just a little horny. I think I need to pray."

Jose laughs at me as he finishes with another braid. "Girl, you have been lusting over that man for more than two years now. I thing you have gone past 'horny' a long time ago."

I sigh. I agree with Jose. I love Daniel. I love him with all my heart. But I don't want to scare the man away with these feelings of mine. "I'm afraid, Jose."

Jose cocks his gay little head. "And what are you afraid of my dear?" 

I sigh again. I'm afraid to reveal myself to him. I'm afraid of being rejected. Again. Of being ashamed. I don't think Daniel thinks he likes me romantically, far less for sexually. I am extremely self conscious about my body, and this has caused me to be introverted about a lot of stuff. I cannot explain my feelings to Jose, so I settle for a simple answer. 

"I'm afraid of being hurt again." 

Jose is silent for a while. "I understand sweetie. But you should take a chance. You will never know until you try." I really do agree with Jose, but I am too uptight and afraid. Jose finishes the last braid in my hair and spins me to face the mirror. He is a miracle worker. My hair is two inches longer and looks so smooth and shiny. The length makes my face look more mature, and even slightly, dare I say it, hot. I blush as that thought crosses my mind. 

I look up at Jose with tears in my eyes. I jump out of the chair to hug him and I whisper thanks in his ear. "You made me look so pretty!" I exclaim as I release him.

"Hun, you are pretty. You are beautiful. And that man of yours will have to be blind and retarded not to see that. You don't need make up to look like you do. That shit only covers anyway." I blush as he says this to me, my confidence gaining slowly but surely.

I make up my mind. "I'll tell him tonight." I tell Jose.

"Lovely!" he exclaims as he claps his hands. "Remember to feel sexy! If you feel sexy, you are sexy!"

I laugh as I hug Jose again and leave his parlor. 

'Feel sexy. Feel sexy.' I mutter to myself as I drive to the mall with one goal in mind. To feel sexy, I need the right materials. I park my car and exit, my mind focused on feeling sexy. I strut into the mall, and headed to a store that specializes in sexy underwear and a variety of stuff to help me accomplish my goal for Daniel tonight.

 o.O.o

After I arrive home and shower, Daniel calls me. He says he's coming over so we can hang out. He had three BBQ tickets, so he will be bringing over food. I was grateful that I did not have to cook. I put on my purchases from earlier that day and gaze at myself in the mirror. I blush furiously as I gaze at my reflection in the mirror. The black and red lace bra that I wear is two sizes too small, and it pushes my full breasts upwards. My dark nipples can vaguely be seen beneath the thin material of the bra. I gaze lower down and all the blood rushes to my head. I have shaved for the occasion, and the scrap of black and red lace fabric that the salesperson swore were 'panties' barely covered anything. It shows everything. I turn away from the mirror, afraid that if I look any longer, I will change my mind and go back to looking dapper little librarian. I sigh as I look for a T-shirt to put over my 'sexy' and wait for Daniel to come. 

I do not have to wait long as I soon hear my front door open and Daniel's heavy footsteps head toward my kitchen. I walk towards the kitchen, as I clutch the hem of the shirt I'm wearing that reaches my knees. I am nervous as hell as I watch him unpack the food and drinks. I gaze at the amount of food he unpacks. 'No way that is all for me,' I think.

"I got an extra one!" Daniel explains excitedly. "As if three weren't enough," I chuckle nervously. He agrees with me, saying that the two boxes of food originally for him wouldn't have filled him, and he would have had to eat me out of house and home. I laugh at the serious expression on his face. He says he is not hungry as yet though, and asks me what I would like to do. I use this as the perfect opportunity.

"Um..." I mumble, "I would like your opinion on something!" I shouted at him. He looked at me owlishly as I mentally slapped myself in the face. Nice job on being sexy you IDIOT. I berate myself.

"Sure." He says. "What is it?"

I lead him to my living room and put him to sit on my couch. As I sit next to him, I chew on my lip, nervous as hell. My mind goes blank and I stare into nothing. "Aelia," Daniel murmurs as he comes closer to me. "What's the problem?" I feel his breath on my face, and my instincts just take over. I lean forward and press my lips to his. I feel him gasp under my lips but he doesn't pull away. He pulls me closer to him and to my surprise, and utter pleasure, deepens the kiss. I melt in his arms. We pull away from each other and look into each other's eyes. I look away first, mumbling a dejected apology. As I move to pull away, he pulls me back mumbling my name and pressing his lips to mine again. I dream to hope as his tongue passes along my lips and asks for entrance. I comply as out tongues dance around each other's. He lies back on the couch and pulls me on top of him, still kissing me. I straddle his lap and feel his erection press into my hot core. He bucks up into my heat and I moan in pleasure. We pull apart again and I look at him with tears of happiness in my eyes.

He looks at me with a smirk on his face as he blushes. "So...um, is this what you wanted to show me?" I softly laughed at his facial expression. "In part, yes." My courage had skyrocketed, as I felt his hardness under me. I climbed off of him and stood in front of him. He looked disappointed as I stood though. It was my turn to give my own smirk. 

"I bought this at the mall today, and I wanted to know if you would have liked it." I said as I grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. His face went from disappointment to absolute shock as he looked at my body. He gazed at me, his eyes lingering on my breasts, and then lowers to my little panties. I blushed down to my toes and moved to cover myself when he spoke in a husky tone. "Don't do that" he admonished me. He got up off the couch and stood in front of me. He gazed down at me. "Do you want this Aelia?" he asked. I blushed and nodded. 

"Good." He said with finality as he took my mouth in his in n intensely passionate kiss. I was overwhelmed as his hands caressed my back, and then slid slowly down to my ass. He gripped me firmly and I moaned in his mouth. His hands continued to explore mu body as he caressed my lace covered breasts. My nipples puckered at his administrations. I felt the heat and moisture between my legs increase as I began t rub slowly against his leg. I wanted him. I lusted for him. I wanted him to know it and would have been happy if he took me here on my living room floor. 

He picked me up into his arms and proceeded to my bedroom where he kicked my door open. He put me to sit on my bed as he took off his shirt. I gazed hungrily at his toned abs and lean muscles. I want to taste him. He discarded his shirt and came to me and assaulted my lips with his again. My hands roamed his back as he lay over me, pressing his hardened member into my soft hot core. We both moaned at the contact. He began to kiss me lower, along my stomach, then to my tiny panties that left little to the imagination. 

He touched my clit, which was hardened by his administrations. I bucked at his slight contact. "So eager Aelia" he chuckled. I whimpered in response. He touched lower, pressed his fingers against my hot, wet slit. I moaned louder, began begging him to do more. He tore the thin lace of my body hurriedly and spread my legs apart. He stared at my most intimate part with adoration. He touched my entrance with one of his fingers and slowly pushed it into me. The walls of my pussy clamped down on his fingers, not accustomed to the intrusion. I moaned softly as he withdrew his finger and pushed it further into me. He continued pumping his finger into me, at the same time playing with my clit. My juices spilt all over his hand, as I was enjoying the attention that was being shown to my body. He then inserted a second finger and began to thrust his fingers wildly into me. I felt the heat building up in my core, tightening around his fingers. He moved his hand from my clit to pinch my clothed nipples, and I lost it. My pussy clamped around his fingers as I exploded around him, the heat flowing across my body as I said his name in abandon. 

My pussy were clenching around his fingers, as he tried to remove them from me. He chuckled softly and kissed my lips. He slowly removed his fingers as I panted. A minute later, I looked up at him.

"Your turn," I whispered to him, my voice husky. I knelt on the floor in front of him and started to unbuckle his pants. I removed his throbbing member from his boxers and looked at it hungrily. I gazed up at his lovely eyes as I placed the tip against my lips. I swirled my tongue around his swollen head and pumped my hands along its length. I placed my mouth around his throbbing member and slowly pushed it into my mouth. His moan of pleasure encouraged me as I pumped my head up and down his meaty member. He tasted too good; I couldn't get enough of him. He placed his hand on my head and pushed up into my mouth with a throaty shout. His dick was hitting the back of my throat but I didn't care. I continued pumping, wanting to taste his seed. He pushed into my mouth faster. He put his hand against my throat and looked me straight in my eyes. He could feel his dick rubbing through my throat. With one final thrust, he emptied his seed into my throat, pulling my hair as he came loudly into my mouth.

I happily and hungrily swallowed up all his cum. I cleaned his dick off with my tongue as he looked at me in shock. I smiled up happily at him. He picked me off from the floor ripped my bra off my breasts before flinging me onto the bed. He knelt between my thighs, his dick ready and throbbing again. He rubbed the head against my sopping wet pussy and we moaned at the contact. He began to push into me and stopped. He pulled out of me. The bastard was teasing me! I bucked my hips up to meet his, eager for his dick to be inside of me. He chuckled at my eager expression. He slowly started to enter me again, and pulled out to the tip. I growled my frustration as my hands clawed his back. Without warning, he trust into me, balls deep. I gasped loudly as I came again, my pussy clamping on to him. He groaned my names ad he thrust fully into me again. 

He pumped his member furiously into me. My hips met his thrust for thrust as I hung onto him for dear life. Suddenly, he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach. Without warning, he pushed back into me, balls deep. I screamed his name as he pumped violently into me. He slapped my ass hard and I let out a shout. With the sting of the lash melding with the heat of my pleasure, I felt my orgasm building again. He turned me onto my side and continued to pump into me. Tears of joy built in my eyes as I felt my orgasm coming again. He bit my shoulder and pressed onto my clit firmly. "Cum for me Aelia. Give it to me." 

I scream loudly as I come all over his member. He thrusts once again and I feel his seed spilling hotly into my channel. Daniel collapses onto me, breathing hard. After a few minutes, he looks at me as he holds me in his arms. 

"Well, I do love what you had to show me Aelia. It was quite fascinating." I blushed furiously as I pressed my face against his chest. He hugged me closer and kissed me on my forehead. "Let's rest now. We can always eat later." I smiled as I snuggled closer to his chest. I finally got my man.



Finally



"Bye ladies, drive safe!" I said as I closed the front door behind the girls. As I turned around to collect the empty wine glasses and plates, I smiled. It was already 11:40, which meant that Paul should be on his way back to my house, if he wasn't already here. I had just finished loading the last plate into the dishwasher, and finishing the last bottle of wine, when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Paul's voice in a joking tone "Honey! I'm home!"

"Hi," I said, "I've been drinking."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, kissing me. "You taste like merlot."

"Mmm-hmm. When I've been drinking, I like to make out."

"I see this working out in my favour," he said, embracing me and kissing my forehead. "You wanna make out here in the kitchen or go into the living room?"

"I was thinking somewhere else. Like the bedroom." I turned around and pulled him toward the door.

"I refuse to take advantage of you when you're drunk," he said, stone-faced, feet planted firmly in my kitchen.

"I'm not drunk, just allowing the wine to help me ask for what I want." I explained. "It's not like it's the first time we've made out in my bed."

"I see. Well, I'll agree to the bedroom only because I can have you set your own alarm before you pass out." He winked.

"I'm not passing out. At least not before I've gotten what I want from you."

"And what would that be?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

"You're about to find out."

I took Paul's hand and led him through my room and into the bathroom where I had several candles lit. "I've been thinking about that shower you described, the first night? Watching the water run over my breasts, soaping my skin..." I could see the lust burning in his eyes, though he tried to hide it.

"Well, I could use a shower," he said as he pulled the dirty blue t-shirt over his head and pressed his body against mine. He leaned down and kissed me, soft at first, but it quickly turned into a sort of need; like he couldn't get enough of me. His hands were on my hip, at the top of my skirt and in my hair, pushing and pulling in all the right places.

"Mmmm, Paul..." I moaned , running my hands over his chest. 

"Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" Paul asked, looking into my eyes. When I didn't answer immediately, he begged "Don't tease me, Abbie."

"There will be plenty of teasing but trust me, it will all be worth it," I answered, pulling my own shirt over my head. 

Before I even knew what was happening, Paul had my bra off and was not shy about letting me know he liked what he saw. He ran the palms of his hands over my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples. I could feel him growing hard against my leg as he sucked one into his mouth, pulling and pinching the other, rolling it between his thumb and finger.

I ran my hands through Paul's hair as he continued his assault on my breasts, teasing with his fingers then lowering his head, sucking and lightly flicking his tongue over the now rock hard buds. I love having my nipples sucked, and once he started, it was difficult for me to keep my composure. As much as I wanted him to continue, I broke away. He whimpered, just a little, like a child who'd had a puppy taken away and looked up at me. 

"You can't have all the fun," I scolded, reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans.

"Oh, allow me." In seconds his jeans were in a ball outside the bathroom door and he was left wearing only a pair of navy blue boxer briefs, which outlined the secrets within perfectly. I'm not going to lie - I was eager to see what Paul was hiding down there. Just because he'd been sleeping with me didn't mean he'd been sleeping with me. Up until tonight, all we'd done is make out and fall asleep together. 

"And you can't be the only one with clothes on," he said, hooking his thumbs into my skirt and lowering it slowly, revealing the lacy black panties I had chosen that morning. For the first time in my life I felt a man's stare and not wanted to cover my body immediately. Paul was looking at every curve and dimple appreciatively, as if he knew this was what a real woman was supposed to look like.

"My god, you're beautiful." I felt myself blush at his compliment. 

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," I smiled as I took in his body, muscular and tanned from working outdoors with a sprinkling of hair on his chest that trickled down past the waistband of his shorts. The shorts were slung kind of low on his hips revealing my favourite male body part, the man crease. I couldn't help myself, I reached out and ran my thumb over his hip bone.

"How about that shower?" he asked. I nodded, reaching past the glass doors to turn on the water. 

"Like I told you before, I like really hot showers," I said as the room began to steam up.

He stepped forward, closing the gap between us and kissed me. "The water's not the only really hot thing in this room."

I wrapped my arms around him and lightly massaged his lower back, which caused him to lean into me. I could feel the heat of him through his shorts, the hard length throbbing as if begging to be set free from it's cotton prison. I closed my eyes as my hands worked lower, softly massaging his incredibly toned backside. It's now or never, I thought as I ran my hands back up to his waistband and pulled his shorts down. He stepped back kicking them through the still open door and affording me a fantastic view of the rest of his body.

His shaft was sticking out, curving slightly upward from all the extra blood flowing. He was more than ready to pleasure me, as was evident by the tiny drop of liquid shining on the tip. I sunk to my knees, still wearing my panties, and marveled at the firmness, the length, the heat emanating from him. 

"Taste it," he urged, hopeful that I would take his suggestion. 

I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the tip, savoring the salty taste. He moaned. I wrapped my fingers around the base of him and guided him toward my face. As I took the tip inside my mouth, I could feel him relax, almost as if he wasn't sure it was going to happen until that very moment.

"Oh Abbie," he moaned, gently rocking his hips forward and guiding his shaft down my throat. As I pulled my head back, I ran my tongue around the base and under the ridge of his head several times. We continued this pattern of him sliding in and me pulling back until his breathing quickened and he stopped, pulling completely out. He took my hand and guided me into a standing position as he opened the shower door.

Wordlessly he stepped under the cascade of water and pulled me in with him. He kissed me as the water rained down around us and gently slipped the panties I still hadn't removed down my thighs. I gasped as Paul took the opportunity to check how wet I was while I stepped out of the scrap of lace. He raised his finger to his lips and tasted me on it. There's nothing sexier than knowing a man wants to taste you.

"Just as I thought," he grinned. "Delicious."

"Do you...?" I started, but was quickly silenced by another kiss.

"I want to watch the water run over your beautiful body. I want to wash your skin and I want you to wash mine. We don't have to have sex in here, but I guarantee you will come before we make it to the bed."

He grabbed a body pouf and poured some shower gel onto it, working it into a later with his hands before lightly stroking my breasts with it. He watched as the soapy water ran down my stomach and legs, getting suds in the trimmed little bit of hair I had left during my first shower that day. He soaped both my arms, and my stomach before he spoke again."Spread your legs for me." I did as he asked, almost in a trance, and he gently washed both my thighs and calves before moving on to my feet, careful not to let the net sponge touch my aching center. Once he was done, he rinsed the pouf out and put it back in my shower caddy. He maneuvered me to the far end of the shower and lifted me onto the built in seat, gently pushing my knees apart. My heart was beating so fast with the anticipation of what I was sure was coming next, that I thought he must be able to hear it. "Now I return the favour," Paul said, kneeling before me and slowly running one finger across my wet slit. I almost lost it there, I was so hot at that moment. As he replaced his finger with his tongue, I let out a moan and spread my legs as wide as I could in the shower stall. I lifted my hips to his mouth and felt him slip a finger inside of me. His skilled tongue lapped up and down my labia, pausing only to flick my clitoris as his finger worked the inside, making that 'come here' motion and hitting my sensitive g-spot. This was by far the best oral sex I had ever gotten and it didn't take long until I felt the tightening inside that could only mean one thing.

Waves of pleasure washed over me as my orgasm reduced me to a puddle, mixing with the suds and runoff on the floor of the shower.

Paul looked up at me through his dark lashes. "I told you so."

"That was... amazing," I breathed. I tried to sit up but relaxed as Paul bent down once again, kissing my soft wet lips. I closed my eyes and sighed as the aftershocks of my orgasm grew more faint. 

Paul stood and reached for my hands, pulling me into a standing position. He turned off the shower as we stepped out into the steamy bathroom, grabbing towels from the counter as he followed me into my room. I grabbed the robe from the back of my door, disappointed for a moment that I didn't have another one to offer, but when I turned around and saw him in only a towel, I was glad. 

It was dark in my room, though the candles on the bathroom counter were shining and I was glad I had cleaned up a little before Paul got home. 

"I stopped you earlier because I hoped, maybe..." Paul whispered in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me, under the robe which was hanging open at my sides. He leaned back onto my bed, pulling me down with him. 

"After that?" I asked, kissing him on the neck, "I would give you almost anything." I realized that I meant it as I reached between us, grabbing for the part of him I needed. Careful to prolong the foreplay, I climbed on top of him, sitting just below his pelvis. I bent forward to kiss him and he surprised me by lifting my hips and flipping me over so he was on top, kneeling between my thighs. He looked like a starved animal and I was the first food he had seen in weeks. 

"Tell me now if you don't want this. I can't wait." His eyes burned into mine as he positioned himself at my opening. I nodded. 

"I want..." I didn't even finish my statement before he groaned and pushed into me. He froze, letting my body adjust to the throbbing intrusion before withdrawing about halfway and pushing back in. My body was on fire and I couldn't stop the second orgasm of the night from crashing over me. I cried out as he found his rhythm and bent to take a nipple into his mouth. I lifted my hips higher to meet his thrusts and dug my nails into his shoulder. 

"Oh... Paul..." I moaned as he drove into me, harder, faster. He groaned and I could tell he was having a hard time controlling himself. "Fuck me."

He lost control as soon as the second syllable had been uttered. I felt him slip out and seconds later I was treated to the two of us mixing in my mouth as I swallowed his cum.



Finally



We've seen each other a few times and talked a fair bit. You who already know what I am compared to the type A, in-control persona I use to deal with other people, you responded to my online ad -- asking if I had fantasies: opening my personal Pandora's box. Although I've known for years that I'm a sub, I've kept any traces of my interest unknown to any partner in the hopes of being "normal." Most men I meet think I am a domme in the bedroom, and get sorely disappointed. I've tried to build some openness around my sexuality and have tried to allude to it to some partners -- but this part of myself which I lock away, doesn't come out easily. It's the trust thing and we've built up to it slowly over the past couple months: thankfully you've been understanding, and mentioned that you weren't looking for a sub to suddenly submit from the first get-go. First a message here, then a few phone calls, I explained my trust issues, and then we met for lunch. 

When I came in, you saw I was a bundle of nerves, or an elastic band pushed beyond its tension point about to snap, but once we talked I began to relax a bit more, we had a good time. After we left to go to your car, with your hand squeezing my ass through my jeans, you drove me where I wanted to be dropped off and just when I was about to step out of the car, you grabbed my wrist and kissed me hard, using your other hand to grab the back of my neck, knowing instinctively that this is what I wanted but was unable to tell you as I yielded and let you explore. Today will be different -- I've known you as a friend for a couple years, we've seen other people (and have respected each other's relationship), and we've built our trust between us. I emailed you a few nights ago to say that I was ready to finally make this happen and apologized for any seeming reluctance on my part.

I asked for directions, cheeky as you are you gave me vague ones - that you liked shaved legs but the rest was up to me and to come in as comfortable as I am - you've mentioned a few things here or there. I took a short skirt and a thong, trimmed myself - not knowing if you wanted me bare or not, chose a fruity lotion scent you complimented me on, a pair of thighs, no bra, a pair of heels and my hair in a ponytail. I put on my trench coat and went to our usual meeting place. I did however pack a shirt in my purse just in case if things didn't work out.

I walked into the café and sat outside. I waited for a couple minutes and then got your text that you were running a few minutes late, relieved. Trying to look like I belonged there but miserably failing, I felt too wound up. I decided instead to look at the clouds while paying attention to see if your car was there - I realized that this made me look inattentive, but I was worried I'd be catcalled. I was there for you though and no one else.

You pulled up, walked out of your car, waved me over and opened the door. I hopped into the front seat and then you kissed me the same way when I was leaving you, breaking the kiss off abruptly when you began to drive to your place and leaving me more excited and wet than before. I didn't speak much, but listened to your voice, you talking about the most trivial things, and focusing on the feeling of your hand on my thigh. You sounded excited but I noticed you were glancing to me to gauge my reaction, I kept my eyes on the road ahead of us, not knowing where we were going but aware that the destination was 20 minutes.

You parked to a non-descript location and told me we were here. You opened the door and we walked up the stairs and arrived at your front door, or so I thought. As distracted as I was I kept on walking, you chuckled and then cleared your throat - two words came to mind: "oh, shit." Your eyes twinkled and then you simply said come here. 

As soon as I walked in the door, everything changed. I took one step in, you pinned me to the back of the door and again began to kiss me even more forcefully, making me so dizzy wanting air and wanting more of you, while effectively locking the door at the same time. You grabbed my purse and keys and told me to stay put and came back with a plain fabric collar and a leash. Collaring me quickly you then plunged two fingers in my pussy and fingered me until I was on the edge of cumming. You then took off my coat noticing how excited my nipples were, pinched them to make them harder and then bit them - eliciting a gasp. My skirt was then pulled off, with you grabbing my ass again and raking your nails down my thighs. You snapped on the leash and then lead me to a door, and pulled out two cuffs which you had in your pockets and snapped them around my wrists - I then noticed something hanging down while you snapped the cuffs onto the door frame. I was facing the door, my arms stretched up and then you took off my shoes which left me standing on my toes. I felt you cup my pussy, and then heard your whisper asking me if I was okay, I nodded, and then felt a quick slap on my right buttock. I responded quickly saying that I was sorry, sir, that I was okay, and thanked you for your concern. Then you blindfolded me with fabric and left me, maybe for what was two minutes but felt like half an hour. 

All of a sudden I felt something cold on my nipples, I jumped (which earned me another spank) and then you traced ice down my chest, over my stomach down my hips and put them in my pussy. You pushed up against me and I felt your hardness on my back, my calves were getting sore, and you started finger fucking me harder, as soon I started to respond you stopped and did the same thing with another ice cube. Just as soon as I started expecting the same routine you stopped and left. Eventually my legs and arms were really starting to get sore, I began to panic and was about to cry out and then felt a cold and wet hand on my back. Then a soft whisper against my ear that it was okay to relax and enjoy.

I felt you unsnap my cuffs, then felt you pick me up and carry me to your bed. You snapped my wrist cuffs on a different corner of your bed and then felt you snap cuffs around my ankles. Then I felt your cock trying to get into my mouth. I just opened my mouth and then you throat fucked me with no warning, I heard your breathing quicken and then I tried sucking you, trying to finally taste your cum. I started to wiggle my fingers to let you know I was about to cum as well, I heard through your clenched teeth to come for you, and then it started, an electric jolt radiating from my pussy, down my thighs to my nipples and down to my toes - as soon as my toes began curling I felt you cum deep inside my throat: too deep to taste but feeling it inside my stomach. I heard your sigh of release and felt you drop to my left side. You kissed me again, this time deep but tenderly - not at a frantic pace. You took off my blindfold, and I blinked back trying to adjust to the light, feeling your fingers tracing the outline of my body. You asked me how I found it, when you started massaging my calves, I said it was fulfilling. You casually mentioned that you were not through with me by a long shot, when you started to spoon against my side and informed me that this was only the beginning...



Finally



We begin in the living room, or dining room or maybe just inside the front door. 

We'd start by holding each other, more or less at arm's length and look into each other's eyes, knowing exactly where this was leading, knowing that finally we were going to have what we'd been seeking for so many days. 

I pulled you to me and we kissed, long lingering kisses and deep almost desperate probes of each tongue into the other's mouth. 

We broke our hold and you grabbed my hands and pulled me with you back to the bed room where we stopped long enough to remove our clothes. I helped you unbutton your blouse and as you began to pull it down and away, I reached around you and opened the three snaps on your bra and jerked the bra from your shoulders, freeing your precious breasts and with a great breath, almost a gasp, I bent forward and took first one and then the other nipple in my mouth sucking and swirling around with my tongue and maybe just a tiny nip every once in a while to heighten the excitement. 

We jerked the rest of our clothes off and tumbled into bed grabbing each other and groping and caressing. And finally we held each other, completely naked and close and just laid there a moment feeling and cuddling, just being as close as possible. Again we began to kiss and continue to hold each other. Slowly as we're kissing, we begin to move our hands and arms around, caressing and exploring, feeling the skin and the little creases and bumps and depressions, that make us all who we are. 

I move my hands to your neck and slowly massage as we kiss and move them down your sides and your back, just lightly learning what you feel like and how your luscious body responds to my hands and to these first moments together. 

I sort of nudge you over onto your back and continue to move my hands around and caress and explore. First moving around to again hold your breasts in my hands and kneed and push and pull and pinch your nipples just a tiny bit. And as we continue to probe each other's mouths, I move my hand down to your stomach and with a bit more pressure, explore how your skin moves and listen for your breath and notice how you respond to each movement and to each change in direction of my hands and arms.

I move to your thighs and as far down toward your knees as possible and slowly bring my hands back up between your thighs and move around up and down, moving closer, yet back away and over to each side, moving very lightly but steadily, ever inching closer to your center, almost smelling the moisture and warmth from your eager pussy. I move up and with just the slightest of pressure, move my fingers up on either side of your opening with no pressure to speak of just the hint of feeling the soft skin and the tension of your excitement. I move around your mound a bit, with more pressure as I move, letting you know exactly where my fingers are as you guess where they'll be next and the wonderful pleasure you know you're about to experience. 

It's very difficult for me to continue the slow, teasing probe on my way to your pleasure spots as I want to rush ahead and dip deep and forcefully and feel your arousal and passion. I move on down, sliding my fingers on either side and as I get to the very bottom of your pussy, I slip my finger just inside and feel the glorious moisture and allow my fingers to move up and even deeper feeling your lips and the smooth, slick texture and the slightest movement of your inner lips as you experience the concentrated pleasure and the building pressure of my fingers. 

I move further inside and move around learning what the inner surface of your pussy feels like and how you react to my probes and the differing pressures and the various specific spots. I continue to explore and learn and probe and help you to build the passion and feelings you long for and need even more badly with each movement and then the next. 

I finally move my fingers from inside to just at the outer lips and move up and around, slowly circling your clitoris, not actually stopping long enough for you to feel the pressure, but pressing hard enough that you know my fingers are again teasing and bringing you a most frustrating deeper need and passion. 

My fingers finally move ever so slowly up to the top of your clitoris and stop, applying just enough pressure to make sure you know we're finally getting together and to a more serious level. 

I quickly move my fingers inside and down into your pussy just enough to gather some moisture and bring my finger back up and circle your clit with increasing pressure and varying speed. Applying pressure and friction just enough to pull you deeper into your passion and guide you closer to your ultimate release with each minute. 

Soon I move from your clit back down and inside and reach up and search for the tiny bumps on the upper wall and slowly begin to rub and caress your g-spot, creating such a different sensation and allowing more moisture to flow and begin to seep out onto my hands and your legs. From then, I began to move from inside your pussy on your g-spot, up the inner lips and on to your clitoris. Moving with varied speed and pressure, learning from your breathing and your movements exactly what feels best and how to help you move with your desires and heighten your pleasures and to move ever closer. 

I continue to alternate between moving my fingers as deeply and broadly as possible inside your pussy to placing circular pressure and moving slowly around your g-spot and then moving back up to your clitoris until I begin to sense a really mounting tension and pressure in your breathing and begin to feel your stomach and thighs tense up and the moisture from your pussy grows heavier and you ever so slightly begin to move your hips with the pressure of my fingers to keep up with my rhythm.

Very soon, you begin to buck your hips and move up and down and forcefully push your pussy onto my fingers and begin to tremble a low sound builds in your chest and just as you run completely out of breath, your pussy begins to shake and spasm and contract and your whole mid-section is moving internally on its own and totally out of your control. 

You almost explode in your orgasm and freeze and hold your body ridged as your pussy contracts and tries to suck my fingers into you. Slowly, you begin to relax and allow your body to return to a more natural state and you feel the final flow from your pussy as you feel the last weakening contractions. 

Just for the moment, all you want to do is lie very still and feel the wonderful completion knowing that more, much more is to come in the next weeks.



Finally



"I don't know what it is about that tie," Marissa said as she took the colorful plaid thing in her hand and pulled him toward her. His dark brown eyes surveyed her body as he moved closer.

"I don't know what it is about that skirt," Evan responded and he kissed her, sliding his hands down her waist, under the skirt and up her bare thighs. His kiss expressed a longing, his lips pressing against hers, their tongues finding each other. 

Marissa knew she looked good in short skirts. She is not tall, only five foot two, but her strong legs and soft skin are attention getters. And she had not worn a skirt for him yet. She was waiting for the big reveal. And now, as he placed a hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer, she knew it was worth the wait. 

When they met last month, it was supposed to be a casual drink after work. She expected to make a new friend. He had no expectations, but found her intriguing and joyful. The first thing she noticed about him was the bright plaid tie he wore. And his warm smile. While he had a foot on her at six foot two, he was not intimidating, but welcoming. 

One drink turned into three. And three drinks turned into a bite to eat. Evan was charming and funny, engaging on so many levels. He found Marissa more sexy than he expected, and her enthusiasm for life was infectious. They talked about politics, life, and sex. 

Marissa's head was spinning after their first kiss. The unexpectedness of it was delightful. The electricity between them was divine. She longed for more. She thought he did too, but life had gotten in the way and they had barely even sent emails to each other over the past month. He was traveling and her life had been just as busy.

Now she had him exactly how she wanted him: all to herself, his hands on her skin, tasting his lips again. The crazy month had finally come to an end and they could continue to get to know each other.

Evan leaned down to her neck and breathed in her dark, curly hair. Her wanted to explore every inch of her body. The more he tasted, the more he wanted. His warm breath sent a tingle over Marissa's neck and down her spine. She still held his tie in her left hand but reached one arm around his back and dug her right hand into his back pocket to secure the hold they had on each other. He looked down at her chest to see the diving neckline of her blouse, revealing the black lace of her bra against her pale skin. Being this close to each other created an electricity between them that felt less like the sparks from their first meeting and more like a raging inferno. 

Marissa noticed the bulge in his pants already. She had just walked in the door but things were already getting intense. How was she going to get through dinner when she was already anxious to get naked with him? She pulled down on his tie and craned her neck up to kiss him deeply, exploring his mouth, feeling his tongue mingle with hers, nibbling his lips. They held this embrace and lingered, enjoying the moment.

Evan pulled back, exhaling deeply to release some of the tension. "Dinner is almost ready," he said. "Would you like some wine?" He stepped away and over to the counter, displaying a bottle of Australian Shiraz, her favorite, and two empty glasses. Apparently, he took good notes.

"I'm not hungry yet," she purred. "Can you help me work up an appetite?" Her brown eyes glimmered with anticipation and want. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse to reveal more of her cleavage to him and Evan's eyes went from wandering to a direct gaze at her chest.

He took a deep breath in and smiled. "Well, we can't have that, now can we?" But he carefully took the bottle and poured the wine into both glasses. Marissa was perplexed at this. She expected him to just go for it. She tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips just a little.

Evan took a glass of wine and stepped back close to her. He swirled the glass and then placed a fingertip into the wine and pulling it out, stained red, he placed the liquid on her pursed lips, parting them, staining her as well. She inhaled with more anticipation. Her lips were soft and luscious. The memory of the last kiss still fresh in his mind, he repeated the step, this time placing a wine soaked finger past her lips and into her mouth. She sucked to sip the wine off his skin and swirled her tongue over his finger to taste it, all the while gazing into his eyes.

"You are so damn sexy," he exhaled at the vision of his finger in her mouth, slowly pulling it out across her lower lip, making it pout. And he leaned in for another kiss, this time deeper, and more penetrating. He placed the glass of wine back on the counter, and a hand on the back of her neck and they pressed against each other.

"You make me hot," she replied.

Marissa's hands wandered over Evan's shoulders and chest, across his back and down his arms as they kissed, getting a feel for his warm body. 

His kisses were sweet and sensual, making her weak in the knees and she was glad to have her arms around him to steady herself. Evan's hands cupped her face for a few moments, but then began to wander to her neck, running his fingers through her hair. He continued down her back to her firm ass, cupping her and giving a firm squeeze.

Marissa knew she was getting very wet as the warmth between her legs grew. His lips, his tongue, his hands all turned her on like a light bulb and she was burning bright right now. She placed her hands over his and took them, moving them up to her waiting breasts. Evan needed no other prompting and took them in his hands. He began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing their fullness. He pulled one breast from its cup, exposing an erect nipple, standing at attention. Leaning over her, he kissed her ear, nibbling down her neck until he reached where his hand cupped her breast. Then he paused, the two of them slightly breathless. And he waited. 

She wanted his lips on her again. "Please suck my nipples," she pleaded wanting him to continue. Evan responded with a smile and kissed the top of her breast, working his way down to fulfill her request. His lips brushed over her right nipple, his hot breath radiating over her skin. He reached his tongue out and lightly flicked it. She drew in a breath as he took her full in his mouth and finally sucked her nipple. 

Marissa moaned, craning her neck back in pleasure. "That feels so good. More please."

Evan responded, moving to the other breast, exposing it in kind and began sucking and nibbling on it to coax more moans of delight from her. The sound of her pleasure turned him on immensely. His cock grew harder by the second and his heart was racing. He wanted to find more ways to coax pleasure from her. He pulled off her shirt over her shoulders, kissing each inch of skin as it became exposed to the air. He unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts and looked at them, taking in their full shape, the nipples erect and dimpled. Her skin was glowing.

Marissa's hands wanted his skin and she untied his tie, pulling it through the buttoned collar. She unbuttoned his shirt and he continued kissing her neck and nibbling her ears. She pulled off his shirt, exposing his broad shoulders and bare chest, soft curly hairs to run her hands over. 

Evan took her by the waist and lifted her up onto the counter, pulling up her skirt slowly, his thumbs caressed her inner thighs. As he moved closer to her center, he felt the warmth and moisture that had made its way beyond her panties.

"Oh damn," he whispered, "Are you turned on?"

"About as turned on as you are," and Marissa reached her hand over his pants to his throbbing cock to demonstrate. She ran her fingers over the outline, exploring it's size and shape, taking the opportunity to tease the tip. Evan gasped, throwing his head back at her touch.

With more determination, he turned his focus to Marissa's groin, hiking up the skirt to expose her already wet panties. He knelt down and started kissing her inner thighs, working up the inside. As he grew closer, he smelled her sweet musk and breathed it in deeply. 

She began breathing deeper, feeling the sensations of his hands and lips against her skin. Her hips moved forward in anticipation of his touch. "Will you please pull off my panties?"

He looked up at her with a smile and reached up under her skirt, finding the elastic of her panties with his finger tips, and pulled down on them, exposing her. He pulled them down over her knees and off over her heels, letting them drop to the floor. His warm breath was now reaching her and his eyes turned toward her wet, glistening pussy.

Evan moved his hands up her inner thighs, pushing them apart to give him a better look, but did not do anything further. He was waiting for her permission to proceed. Marissa took in the moment and all its sensations. She knew what his kisses did and she wanted so much to feel them on her pussy, his tongue exploring her clit. 

"Will you please touch and lick my pussy?" she asked breathlessly.

"I would love to touch and lick your pussy," Evan responded enthusiastically. His fingers slowly worked their way toward her wetness. He caressed the inside of her thigh, moving toward her lips, which were hot and dripping for him. He pushed his fingers just inside to feel how wet she was. "Ohhh," he whispered, barely audibly. He pulled them out and placed them in his mouth, sucking off her juices. "You are so delicious."

A smile grew on Marissa's face now as she saw the eagerness at which Evan gazed at her pussy. He continued to explore her, teasing around the edges of her clit, tracing the entrance. She was getting flushed from the attention, craving more, but savoring his touches, breathing steadily. Then he leaned in with his tongue and she let out a tight breath as she felt his hot wet tongue lap at her wet pussy lips. She felt his tongue explore in a similar fashion to his hands, licking and flicking and sending shivers through her with each motion. She ran her fingers through his hair and over his shoulders, not sure what to do with the tension building inside her.

Evan took a breath and looked up at her. "Lean back and relax. Just enjoy my kisses."

"Oh, I am. And I want more," Marissa replied in a daze.

"Ask and you shall receive." And he continued his exploration, making his way closer to her clit. She wanted him to touch it so much she tried moving her hips to guide him there, but he did not respond.

Marissa leaned back on her elbows, releasing the tension from her hips, spreading her legs wider to give him more access. "Please lick my clit," she finally urged. "Make me cum."

Evan responded immediately to the request, spreading her carefully with his fingers, fully exposing her now swollen clit to him. He took a first, deep lick sending a wave of tension into her and making her gasp in delight. He continued to lick and nibble at her, swirling his tongue as the pleasure built within her. She began moving her hips up and down to meet his rhythm. As he noticed her getting closer, he plunged a single finger into her as he continued his lapping. She responded with a breathy moan as he worked her over making her hotter and hotter. She could almost feel his smile between her legs as she grew closer and closer to her climax.

As Marissa moved faster, Evan's tongue pressed harder against her clit and his finger moved deeper and faster within her. A flush built on her skin starting from her chest and climbing up her neck, into her cheeks. She could not hold back any more. I'm going to cum!" she exclaimed. He added another finger for her to take in and firmly sucked on her clit as the waves of pleasure hit her, radiating from her center, making her clamp down on his fingers, trying to pull him closer. She wrapped her legs around his neck as a deep flush filled her entire body and she cried out and began to buck forcing Evan to let go of her for a moment. He simply redoubled his efforts and held on while she finished her rise and fall.

Marissa calmed her movements and turned still, breathing heavily, and heart racing. Evan pulled back slowly from her, his face covered in her cum he looked up and licked his lips. She sat up and beckoned him toward her and kissed him deeply, tasting her own juices and lapping them up.

"Thank you," she said sweetly. "That was amazing."

"Yes it was." He smiled down at her.

They looked into each other's eyes, taking in the moment.

"So are you hungry now?" he asked with a sly smile.

"Oh yes," she replied with a devilish look. Then she reached down for his belt and began to unbuckle it for the next round.



Finally



{Here is another hole in my life filled in, I suppose one could say that in bits and pieces, I am writing my life story.

Probably boring to some, rambling to others. I don't care, I write what pops into my old head.

I suppose I should go put them all together in a series of some kind, but I have written so many stories that it would just be too much work.) 

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I saw her the moment I walked into the room. There was no doubt at all, she looked exactly the same except her hair was spackled with gray and there were some wrinkles on her pretty face.

But then, there were some on mine, too.

40 years is a long time, it was our class reunion, I was 57 years old myself, just like she was.

The woman standing there was Margeret, we all called her Maggie back in the day.

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Maggie was the first female that I ever got my hands into their panties, actually I didn't even with her. That is because we were parked down by the gas plant in the dark, and when I leaned over to kiss her, then reached up with one hand to stroke her breast, she lifted up and tugged her panties off, just like that.

That should have been my very first sexual experience, but my first clumsy approach was to stick a finger up in there, and something happened. She went all tense and let out a moan, that moan did not sound like pleasure to me so I stopped.

My hand felt all wet and slipperly, the Oldsmobile I was driving had a map light low on the dash so I switched that on.

"You need to take me home!" She said, we both saw why. She was bleeding like a stuck Hog snd my car had cloth seats.

I guess that was all a surprise to me, but that is what I did, I took her home as fast as I dared to go.

I walked her to her porch, thinking since it was after midnight she could sneak into the house but the porch light came on and there was her Mother.

One glance at Maggie was all it took.

Yes, there was some hell to pay, I got screamed at for "ruining" her daughter. Hell, all I did was stick my finger in there, I didn't mean to break anything or hurt her.

That night flashed right into my mind the instant I saw Maggie. That night was our first and only date.

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I met my first wife a few months later, Sharon was a tiny little thing. What she lacked in size she more than made up for in being bossy, and that drove me nuts.

She had my time table down to minutes towards the last, I actually mostly went along with that just to keep the peace.

Still, it lasted a few long and miserable years, finally enough was enough and we split up. What brought that to a head was my getting drafted, there was a war going on. I did the boot camp, got handed a rifle and was told to go defend my country in some crazy place on the other side of the planet.

Let's just say I didn't last long, we got flown in by helicopter and told to attack, all I could see was trees and swamp and lots of smoke off in the distance. I think I made it maybe 20 steps, felt the sting, then another.

I was one of the lucky ones. I know because Calvin, a stocky and happy go lucky young guy I liked was right next to me, but they had him covered up completely

That meant a free plane ticket home for me, the dent is still there from the hole between my ribs, the other one hit me in the side and for a few days did it's best to get my dog tags sent home. I can't even pronounce the infection they told me I had.

Where were the flak jackets? We didn't have any.

When I did get home, I found out that Sharon was not the kind of woman that sits home and waits for months on end. Bad enough that, she was also still bossy.

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My meeting Patty not long after we were living apart didn't help us to resolve anything, in short order Sharon had a string of boyfriends which did nothing to resolve anything, either.

But it did end up over and I married Patty, a screaming hot redhead that was barely 18 years old.

OK. I was insane for awhile, life can pile up and do that to a man.

That was a learning curve, Patty never met a male that she didn't want to see what his cock looked like, I should have known. Patty was clever and managed to hide that for months.

But Patty was also the one that stuck in my head, I tolerated more than any man ever should and still claim to be a man.

Finally one day I had had enough, I told her to hit the road, not thinking all that clearly at the time.

That is because I then left for work. I came home that night to a mostly empty house, and empty bank acount, yea, she would have taken the hardwood floors if she could have gotten them into the trailor she rented.

Like I said, not thinking all that clearly at the moment since the day before I had caught her with the brother of her Mother's boyfriend, the one she saw when her husband was out of town driving a long haul truck.

The little piece of shit had one eye and drew unemployment, nice catch there I guess. I do know he answered his door in just his underwear, and for while he couldn't see at all since his good one ended up swollen shut.

It was later when I found out that Patty and her Mother traded the two guys off and had been for as few months.

That was all crazy shit, hard to even believe since the two guys were pretend cowboys right down to the boots and hats and pretend southern accents.

They were the ones that came over and helped her load up what was in my house, well, all that was worth a shit anyway. So I guess he could still see a little bit.

I was trying to make up my mind on if I should go shoot the two of them, her Mother, or just Patty?

But finally I just let it all go.

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I was to the point of hating females when I met Dotty. Daughter of a farmer, good honest solid stock, Dotty was soft and round. Quiet, she never raised her voice or ever got upset about anything at all.

I admit I didn't trust her either at first, and while we dated, I sort of played the field. Dotty was one of those "kiss but no touch" kind of women, we were well into the sixties by then and that made her a rare thing.

Sex had become a nice way of saying hello by then, the female population sort of went nuts when along came birth control pills, marching in the streets against war and free love.

Flower children, they were called. Those funny looking brown cigarettes my Dad warned me about were very common in short order.

Not Dotty, no way in hell.

But since she was the only woman I knew that was solid as a rock and honest, I finally had sewn all of the wild Oats I had, and I asked her to marry me.

By that time we were both in our late twenties, it was time to settle down, live a life. The lawn, the white fence, the station wagon in the driveway to haul the kids we ended up never having was what I wanted.

"Can you stop what you are doing?" She asked me when I showed her the ring I bought for her.

I knew what she meant, we had talked about it a little bit. She was well aware that I was dating other women, if basically sleeping with them is called dating.

Oddly, she didn't even get mad about that, Dotty knew all about sex from growing up on a farm. To her, it was for children, reproducing.

We actually even talked about that, she did say that she understood and when she was married she would do her duty.

"Yes, I can. I want to be with just you for the rest of our lives." I told her.

"All right. OK, then. Yes, Danny. I will marry you, if you promise." She hugged me then and kissed me and that was it.

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I kept my promise, not one time did I ever touch another female. I could have, some were around but I was not even tempted.

I had had quite enough of the mayhem that kind of life can bring.

Sex with Dotty was sweet, nice. There were no explosions, crazy passion. Usually it was once a week, Saturday nights were the most common time.

Not one time did she ever say no, not once. She always knew when I wanted sex, she somehow could just tell. She would go carefully bathe, then come to bed naked instead of in her nightgown.

We got so we could finish each other's sentences, those of you who are married and really close will understand that perfectly.

Everything was just fine for me, I had already done all of the crazy things, the pile of bodies, the anal sex, everything.

It was only a year into our marriage when we got the bad news, I stayed right with her through all of the treatments.

Sex for reproduction was now just a memory, that was not going to happen. But she didn't change in that respect, she was always willing.

There were a very few times when Dotty actually reached for me, although those were rare.

Our life went on for the next nearly 20 years, then came the bad diagnosis again. My Dotty faded and then was gone so fast it was almost beyond belief.

The letter came a few years into my lonely period, I had my little six acre farm, the house I had built for her with my own bare hands, I ran my small auto parts and repair shop closer to town.

I decided to go to the reunion, it was just something to do.

+++

That is how I ended up walking into the meeting hall, held at our local men's club. The first person I saw that I recognized was Maggie.

It's funny how seeing people you have not seen or heard anything from for 4 decades is strange. They all act like you are a long lost friend and they are glad to see you.

I got patted on the back, asked what I was doing now, several times I got asked how the wife was doing which was tough to answer.

Then Maggie walked up to me.

"Danny! My God you look good!" She told me.

I was 57, probably 30-40 pounds overweight from several years of my own cooking, so I knew that was a lie.

But we ended up sitting at a table, talking.

Somewhere in there the subject of our one embarrassing date came up, from her, not from me.

"My Mom never did believe that you and I didn't do it." She said with giggle.

"Yea, that was quite a time, she sure was pissed off at me. I got called names that I don't even know what they mean!" I answered.

"Mom grounded me for six months." Maggie laughed.

"I had to go to the wrecking yard and buy a replacement seat for my car." I laughed.

Maggie looked at me, I looked at her.

"We have some unfinished business. Want to?" She gave me a smile.

I didn't need to think about it, years without a woman around, years of getting up, tending to my little place, going to work and coming home to an empty house had piled up.

Sex? Offered just like that, and with the one woman that I actually did think about from time to time?

Yes, I could go for that.

Some of our classmates gave us funny looks when we got up and left, holding hands. We didn't give a shit.

At my truck, Maggie looked at that, then at me.

"No back seat?" She smirked, we both broke out laughing.

"No, but it's only 12 miles to my place." I told her.

"Let's take my car, I want to go down by the gas plant." She said.

"The gas plant? Why?" I asked.

"Danny, it has been my fantasy for almost 40 years, I had decided that you would be the one to...you know...the first time?" She smiled.

"Then that happened. God, I was so in love with you back then. But my Mom grounded me when I got home...like that.., and by the time she would let me go out again you were dating that other girl."

"Sharon. My first wife." I nodded.

We were walking across the parking lot, her car was an older Buick.

"It's supposed to be an Oldsmobile." I wisecracked.

"Close enough, you drive." She handed me the keys.

It was barely 9 miles from the reunion to the turnoff to the gas plant. When we got there, there was a gate that had not been there before. I got out and looked, it wasn't locked but there was a huge "No Admittance" sign.

"Now what do we do?" I asked.

"Open the gate, let's go in." I laughed at that and opened the gate.

We parked in the exact same place we had parked nearly 4 decades earlier, back then it was pitch dark. Now big floodlights lit the area.

Maggie turned to me and kissed me, so I slid my hand up her side to touch her breast just like I had back then.

It did feel like there was now more under her blouse than had been there the only other time I had felt her, but not much. I could feel the lump of her nipple even through her bra.

I tipped my hand down the front of her blouse, and inside her bra. Her nipple felt enormous, the tip stuck out so far I could easily roll it with my fingers.

She shuddered when I did that, let out a sigh.

"My tits are kind of small." She told me, but they felt just fine to me. I reached down to touch her knee, but she stopped me.

"Remember when I did this?" She reached under her dress, hooked her panties and slid them down and off, giggling.

"I remember, that was amazing. Then I did...this." I slid my hand up her leg, found her lips. They were swollen up, slick, Maggie was certainly ready to go. She had a full bush, I poked around to part the hairs there.

This time I felt my finger slide inside of her with ease. Her head tipped back, "ahhhh" escaped her lips.

Her hand dropped to my belt, struggled with it, finally it came undone. Her fingers felt around, got the zipper down, then she slid her hand inside my briefs.

"Oh, God. Nice and big." She mumbled. She tugged some more until she got me exposed, with both hands she felt it all over.

Then she was working to get out of the rest of her clothing.

Once she had them all off, she climbed over the back of the seat into the rear. The parking lot was nowhere near as dark as I remembered, I got a nice view of her bare behind as she clambered over.

"Get back here, hurry up!" She told me, so I managed to get my slacks and briefs all the way off and joined her. She lay back, stretching out on the seat, spread her legs.

"Come on, fuck me Danny, fuck me!" She said.

So I did, Maggie was sloppy wet and so slick I was having trouble getting any friction going, it went on and on.

I was just reaching my peak, and sure that she had hit hers at least twice when suddenly the inside of the car lit up.

"Oh, fuck!" She said.

I looked up, all I could see was the beam of light, and a shadow of someone standing outside the window.

"Hey, turn off that light, damn it!" I growled over my shoulder.

"Nobody is supposed to be down here, this is private property." A man's voice said, and he made no move to take the light off of us.

I couldn't get up, my cock was still inside of Maggie and my instinct was to protect her modesty.

"Well, let us get dressed." I told him.

"No way, I gotta report this. You guys can't come down here." He said.

"Jesus, asshole!" I said.

"Asshole, huh? Get out of the fucking car!" Now he sounded mad.

"Let's do as he says, we don't want any trouble." Maggie told me. So I got up, opened the rear door and got out. Now the jerk was shining his light on Maggie instead of me. She had one arm across her breasts and the other at her groin, she swung her feet out and stood up.

She didn't even have socks on, the round hoop earrings dangled and flashed in the light.

"I hope you are getting your jollies." She sneered at the man.

"Turn around and put your hands on the car." He ordered. I knew then what he was going to do.

"Hey, look." I said, reaching for the front door to grab her clothes. The guy reached out and grabbed my wrist to stop me, which was a mistake.

I belted him as hard as I could, he went down like a stone. Reaching in, I handed Maggie her clothes, got my own and jerked them on.

Then I checked the guy as Maggie dressed, he was just coming around, I had clipped him a good one.

I picked up the light and shined it on his face.

"Oh, shit. That is Jerry Miller." She said.

"Who is Jerry Miller?" I asked.

"Caroline Miller's boy, you know, from the class behind us?"

"Yea, well, he was shining his light right on you and he grabbed me." I said.

"Is he OK?" She asked.

"Yea, he will be fine, just a head ache." I could see that I had hit him right between the eyes.

"Let's get out of here." I said. We piled into the car, I headed for my place.

At the ranch, we went inside, Maggie looked around.

"Nice place." She told me. It was, too, I had built the house out of big poles and wood from right on my ranch, it was rustic and warm, the polished and stained wood gave it a natural look.

"So what are we going to do?" She asked me, sitting down.

"About what?" I asked.

"Every time we get together, it seems that something interupts us." She laughed.

"No one will here." I smiled. Maggie smiled back.

I was right.

+++

The next morning we drove back down to retrieve my truck.

"That was fun, now my fantasy is fullfilled." She told me, giving me a hug.

"How about we get together again sometime?" I asked her.

"I can't, Danny."

"Why not?"

"My husband."

"What?"

"I told Ralph a long time ago about....you and me. I also told him that if I ever got the chance, I wanted to...finish doing what we did down at the gas plant." She grinned.

"Maggie, if I knew you were married....?"

"Yes, I know. Ralph gave me permission, but just for the one time, OK?" She said.

I had no idea at all what to say to that. So I let it go, had I known she was still married, I never would have gone down there with her. I guess I just assumed?

"One other thing, if you recognized Jerry Miller, then he probably recognized you." I told her.

"Yes, probably. He will be pissed off, too. But my husband Ralph is the circuit court judge, so I bet we can handle that!" She tipped her head back and laughed.

"Besides, he was getting one hell of a view before you clobbered him!" Maggie laughed again, got into her car and was gone.

Maggie was true to her word, we see each other from time to time, at the post office, downtown, things like that. I met her husband Jerry, he just looked at me but didn't say anything.

It was something less that a decade later when I went in for my Medicare physical exam. I met Debra, the Nurse I am married to now.

My life has gone from insanity, struggling to deal with women, to peace and I guess it would be for most, completely boring, to the way things are now.

With my Debra, there is no such thing as boredom, she won't allow it and doesn't have time for it. We are both faithful to each other yet our lives are full of..well...life.

Perhaps in a way, I am lucky in that I have gotten to experience one hell of a lot.

And Maggie? That was amazing, she had a 40 year old fantasy and I was it. Why? I just don't know.

I do know I would not have missed that one night for the world.

I told my wife Debs about that night a long time ago, just like she told me about the cute Doctor a few years before we met that she seduced.

She did ask me what I would do if she had a fantasy like that.

"Let you have it if you wanted to, why? Do you?" I asked her.

"That's part of why I love you so much!" She told me. 



Finally



"Remember when you first met me?" Olivia asked. She was sitting next to me on my bed and we had just watched "Stardust," one of our favorites. Saturday movie nights were one of our weekly rituals in this last summer before heading off to college. 

Of course I remembered ...

Olivia and I had been best friends forever. When her family moved to our little suburb outside of Milwaukee, she was the only Hispanic kid in my private middle school. On our first day, I stepped in when I saw Olivia crying because some of the other kids were teasing her.

Children can be cruel and, back then, Olivia was an easy target. Her skin was a few shades darker than that of the other kids and she had a slight accent back then because she had grown up speaking only Spanish before her parents moved to the US with her. Olivia's family came to Wisconsin from Houston, where she had fit in much better than in my lily white neighborhood. 

I don't know exactly why I protected her on that first day. I was no angel as a kid and I can't say that I never teased anybody about being chubby or bad at sports or something. But seeing her standing in the hallway, completely defenseless with tears slowly trickling from dark brown eyes down her cheeks, triggered something in me. 

"Knock it off," I said, putting myself between Olivia and the three kids who had been calling her names. I'm not sure what would have happened if they had challenged me but I'm quite certain I wouldn't have backed down. Maybe they had realized that, too, and were just as happy as I was when the bell rang and they hurried to their classrooms. 

I turned to Olivia. 

"Hi, I'm Nicolas. Are you ok?"

She just nodded, wiping the tears from her face with the sleeve of her shirt. 

"Are you new here? Do you know where you are going?" I asked, not ready to end our brief encounter. 

"I think so," she said in a small voice and held out a piece of paper that she had been clutching in her hand. I took it and looked at her schedule. 

"History," I said. "You can walk with me, I'm in the same class."

Olivia looked at me and the apprehension in her eyes was replaced with genuine gratitude. 

"Thank you," she said. "I'm Olivia." 

"Hey Olivia," I responded with a smile. "We better get going. Old Man McDaniels won't like it if we're late on the first day."

That's how we met. 

Olivia and I ended up having a few classes together and it turned out that her family had moved into a house only a couple of blocks away from mine. On that first day, I walked her home and this became a daily routine. We kept spending more and more time together and were inseparable by the end of the fall. Being around her just made me happy and she was the best friend any guy could want. 

I helped Olivia through her first Wisconsin winter. Ironically, she hated the cold but loved snow. She got a lot of that in the first year and I spent our first Christmas break together teaching her how to ski. One day she made it down the hill without falling down. For some reason, I can remember every detail of that moment. Olivia was wearing a white ski suit with a hood and goggles, her cheeks were flushed and she had a big smile on her face. 

"I made it," she shrieked and gave me a hug. Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her lips were so warm against my skin, probably because of the excitement of her first successful run. "Thank you!"

"I knew you could do it!" I said, somewhat embarrassed and wiggled out of her embrace. "Want to go again?"

The triumphant look and the glow had left her face. She looked almost sad but that didn't make any sense because she had just done her first clean run.

"No, let's just head home," Olivia said.

***

By the time we got to high school, our friendship had also brought our families together. Every Sunday, our families had brunch – alternating between our house and that of the Fuentes. While Olivia had still been teased a bit in middle school (on those increasingly rare occasions when I wasn't around), by the time we got to high school, nobody would dream of doing so again. 

Even then, it was clear that Olivia would grow up to be a stunningly pretty woman. While she was a bit chubby when I met her, a small growth spurt at the end of the 8th grade had taken care of that. For those of our classmates who had not seen her during that summer, the change was staggering. 

Olivia had always had a pretty face, framed by thick, black hair. Her eyes were large and dark brown, so much so that they almost appeared black when she was angry. Her smile was gorgeous and she had a cute pair of dimples accentuating her cheeks. 

As a freshman, her body was beginning to match the beauty of her face, slowly filling in in all the right places as she slowly began her transformation from a cute girl into a beautiful young woman. 

One day, my buddy Jeff stopped me in the hallway. 

"Hey, Nick. I have a question for you." He looked a bit embarrassed and paused for a couple seconds before continuing. "I was thinking about asking out Olivia ..."

Jeff paused again. 

"That's not really a question," I said, with a knot unexpectedly forming in my stomach. I forced a smile. 

"Well, do you mind?" he asked. 

"Um, you know I'm not her brother, right?" I said, trying to defuse the awkwardness. "We're just friends." 

"Right," Jeff said. "So you're cool with me asking then?"

"I guess. But if you don't treat her well, I'll probably kick your ass." 

"Ok," he said and shuffled away. 

I had never thought about the possibility of Olivia having a boyfriend. For some reason, I didn't like it, probably because that would mean that I'd get to spend less time with her and she was my best friend. 

When we walked home that day, I asked her if she had spoken to Jeff. 

"Yeah, funny that you'd bring that up. I was just gonna tell you that he asked me out."

"I thought he might. The weirdest thing happened today. He stopped me in the hall and asked if I minded if he did that. How odd is that?"

Olivia stopped and looked at me with her big eyes.

"What did you say?"

"What was I gonna say?"

I recall there being a frown on Olivia's face. 

"I mean, it's silly that he would ask me, right?" 

Olivia still didn't say anything. 

"Well, I told him I'd kick his ass if he didn't treat you well." 

Finally, there was a reaction as Olivia was unable to conceal a smile. 

"Well," she said. "I told him 'no'."

For some reason, hearing her say that made me happy. 

"What about you?" she asked. "Are you asking anybody out?"

"Dunno," I said and paused while thinking about the question. "I don't think so."

"Let's get some ice cream, Nick. My treat," Olivia said, already skipping ahead. 

*** 

There were a few more times when one of my friends asked me if I minded if they asked out Olivia. I always gave pretty much the same answer. 

When we were kidding around about something one day, I asked her in jest if her friends were doing the same with me. 

"Don't be silly," she said, turning serious. "They know better." 

"What's that even supposed to mean? You're like a Latina Buddha," I laughed and poker her in the ribs. 

Olivia rolled her eyes at me. 

"And you're like a Caucasian idiot." 

That conversation happened not long before she finally did start dating somebody in our sophomore year. By then, there was no dispute that she was the prettiest girl in our school. Naturally, it was the quarterback of the football team, and a senior no less, who finally got her to agree to go out on a date. 

I had heard some stories about his previous conquests and wasn't thrilled about it. I guess it was because I felt that the only guy good enough to date my best friend should only love her. For some reason I was really happy when things fizzled out between them. 

I first heard that they had broken up through the school's rumor mill. Naturally, I was concerned about Olivia. The first chance I got, I pulled her aside and asked her if she was ok. 

"Why?" she asked. 

"Didn't things end with Trent?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, that didn't work out."

"Are you ok?"

She must have seen the look on my face and gave me a hug.

"Yes, Nicolas, I'm ok," she said with barely a whisper, her lips brushing my ear. I remember becoming aware of how good Olivia smelled. "Boys are just idiots sometimes." 

"Good," I said, reluctantly withdrawing from her embrace. After all, we were just friends. "Now you can spend the weekend nights with me again." 

She smiled. 

"I guess."

"You know," I said. "About boys being idiots. Trent wasn't good enough for you anyways. So maybe he didn't realize how awesome you are."

I recall Olivia giving me a strange look before rolling her eyes at me and saying: "Yeah ... that's totally what I was referring to." 

***

While Olivia's dating life was already pretty boring, mine was practically non-existent. I just couldn't find a girl with whom I could envision hanging out all the time. 

I was also pretty busy playing basketball and soccer. I made out with a couple of girls at parties but I didn't understand what all the fuzz was about "hooking up." My friends all made it out to be the most amazing thing in the world. I guess it was nice enough but it didn't blow my mind.

Things changed briefly in the summer after my junior year. I spent three weeks with my uncle in Italy. The first few days really sucked. I missed home. Then I met one of the local girls and she said she wanted to practice English with me. That was fine by me because I definitively had a rush on her. Her name was Sophia and she was very pretty. She had olive skin, black hair, dark eyes and a pretty smile with dimples. 

We met every day for a week and then, three days before my departure, I kissed her. It was better than those kisses at parties back home but it didn't blow me away. 

Before I went to bed, I skyped with Olivia about this new development. 

"You know this girl Sophia I told you about?"

"Yeah ...," Olivia said. 

"I kissed her today," I said. 

Olivia didn't say anything and I thought the screen had frozen. 

"Are you still there?

"Olivia?"

"I'm here," she said, all of a sudden sounding very small and farther away than one continent.

"That's ... quite a surprise, Nick. Did you guys ... just kiss?"

"Yup. It was nice but not great."

Olivia smiled for the first time – a small, unsteady smile. 

"Check your email," I continued. "I just sent you a picture." 

"I don't know if I want ..." she began before pausing. "Hold on, I'll check it out."

It took her a few seconds to open the file. Then I heard her laugh. 

"THAT is what she looks like?"

"She is pretty, right?" I asked. 

"Umm, I guess, if you like that type," she said and laughed again. "Are you going to see her again before you leave?"

"I don't think so. She told me something about having to go to Milan with her parents."

"Bummer," Olivia said. "Well, I'll see you in a few days. Your parents said I could pick you up from O'Hare."

***

Senior year went by too quickly. I had a really good basketball season and got offered a spot on the team of Hope College, a small Division 3 school in Michigan. Since they were strong academically, I accepted and was pretty happy to be somewhat close to the University of Michigan, which had been Olivia's first choice for the last couple of years. 

One day when I was watching TV in the living room with my parents, I heard the back door open and, moments later, Olivia practically flew in. 

"Guess what," she said out of breath. "I got an art scholarship from Hope College." 

"Wow, that's great! I didn't even know you had applied there."

"Oh, right, I probably just forgot to tell you." 

My mom got up and gave Olivia a big hug. 

"I'm so happy for you dear. Come sit down and tell us all about it." 

By then it had sunk in that, if Olivia accepted, I'd have my best friend with me in college. 

"Are you going to accept?" I asked. 

"Gee, I don't know," she said with a smile. 

"Honey," my mom said turning to my dad. "What do you think the odds are that both of the kids would end up at the same school?" 

I could have sworn that she winked at him when she asked that. 

"Yeah, I'm shocked by the staggering improbability that Olivia might end up going to the same school as Nick."

Sometimes my dad says funny stuff like that. 

In the end, Olivia accepted the scholarship. To celebrate, and as a graduation present, our families took us on a trip to New York shortly after we both turned 18. 

It was a great summer. As usual, Olivia and I spent a lot of time together and we made plans for college when we weren't at the pool, doing day trips or watching movies on Saturday nights. I was so lucky to have her. I don't think I'd ever get tired of hanging out with her, seeing her beautiful smile, making her laugh, smelling her hair, touching her, kiss...

"Hey," Olivia said. "Earth to Nick: Stop daydreaming. I asked you a question. Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Oh my God," I said softly, feeling waves of emotions crash down on me. 

I'm in love with Olivia. 

What does that mean? What's gonna happen? 

"Are you ok?" she asked and snuggled into me, her head laying on my chest. 

"Yes," was the only word I managed to get out.

For the first time I saw Olivia as something other than my best friend. My thoughts were racing. Would this ruin everything? Could I keep it a secret?

Olivia was breathing evenly ... she often fell asleep in my room after movie night. I smelled her hair and my hand was on the small of her back where her shirt had ridden up a little so that my fingers rested on her skin. 

I had to say it just once. 

"I love you," I whispered, needing to hear those words come from my own lips. 

Olivia shuddered and my fingers could feel the temperature of her skin spike. 

She turned to me, tears running down her cheeks.

"Finally," she said softly, and kissed me on the lips for the first time.



Finally



So we just need to pick a night for three orgasms.

First you need to decide the order of one and two.

Regardless we need to start with me licking and sucking your pussy, tasting your sweet juices. Starting just below its beginning I will drag my tongue up though your passage. Pushing my tongue deep into you and swallowing your wetness. You will need to pull apart your lips exposing your entrance and clit. I will flick my tongue over your harden little clit and then suck it into my mouth like a cock while wishing it would erupt in my mouth. 

Then you will need to decide which is to be first, mouth or pussy.

I would think that your first orgasm should take place with my cock in your pussy. You will finger yourself to the first orgasm as I watch my cock slide in and out of your folds.

I will fuck you deep spreading your wetness all over my cock and balls. I will fuck you so you can feel my balls against your ass. I will fuck you to make my cock feel good.

That way, you could taste yourself on my cock. 

You should start with licking that spot at where my balls and my cock meet. With a broad tongue slowly lick the crease where your juices accumulate after we fuck and you come. Up the shaft, cleaning your taste from my cock, until the tip of your tongue is at that place where the drop of sweet precum awaits to be applied like lipstick. Then you can place your mouth down on my cock...sucking it. Again you will finger your clit to orgasm while we switch off in your mouth. You... sucking my cock and me... fucking your mouth. Again your breast will harden, turn red, and you will buck away into oblivion. 

Once your quakes subside then it will be my time to come...as I place the head of my cock against your tight...to be continued...

You know it and I know it. The time has come. We both want it. I will pull you to the side of the bed. Place my hands to the inside of your knees and push them back towards your chest. Your hands will replace mine. You will be in an extreme happy baby position. Your fucked wet pussy will be exposed as will your tight little ass. It will be damp with pussy come. I will stroke my cock, pulling hard to get to that sweet clear lube. I rub my finger across the head of my cock and place my wet finger against your sweet wet ass. Again pushing your hands back I open you up further and drop to my knees. I start my tongue as far back as I can, slowly dragging it towards the glistening prize. The closer I get the sweeter the taste of mixed cums. Slowly I circle the rim of your ass, flicking its center. You shutter as you always do, maybe even come a little, as you usually do. 

Still in your exposed position I stand reaching for the lube. I spread it on my middle finger and place it against your ass and feel it tighten from the cold lube. I push just the tip of my finger in. Your ass clenches it. I stop, wait a second, and you relax. Slowly I continue to slide my finger in and you moan just a little. With my finger buried in your ass another finger reaches into your pussy. With your eyes closed, the slow double finger fucking makes your slightly parted lips wish for a cock against them. 

I push a second finger along side my middle finger and start to push it into your welcoming ass. No need. You loosen your grip on your legs lowering your ass on to my hand forcing my fingers deep inside you. You gasp and sigh at the same time and a faint "fuck me" slips from your lips. I begin working my hand in and out. Slowly at first, picking up the rhythm as your tightness allows until you grab my hand. You open your eyes and with that slight sultry smile you whisper "Fuck me with your cock".

I reply, "I will fuck you after you bury my cock as deep as you can". I pull you back to the edge of the bed and push your knees back towards your chest rotating your ass up higher. I place the head of my cock against that tight little ass and lube it with more of my clear juice. You drop your knees towards me which in turns drops your ass onto my cock. Very slowly my cock begins its entrance but at your pace. So very slowly you loosen to accept the thicken head. Just as the head pops in past the tightening rim you shutter a little wave of orgasm. You pull your hands away from your knees and hold yourself above my rod. You have that little devil look in your eyes. You drop your knees and impale yourself onto another couple of inches of cock. 

"More", you say. I grab your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the bed as you pull back your legs, together we do not allow any of my shaft to retreat. You look me in the eyes and release your legs, another couple of inches side in. The look on your face is pure lust.

"How much more?" you ask. 

"Just one more inch." I reply.

"Finish it!" you say.

. I thrust the last remaining cock hard into your ass and you sigh "Fuck yes."

We pause. I can feel you tightening around my cock. The sensation is all too much. "Come in my ass. Fuck me and come in me. I want to feel your cock shoot its load up my ass"

. I slowly pull my cock out and slowly slide it back in. With every fuck my speed quickens until I am finally slamming my engorged cock into you. You begin to arch your back. Your breasts thicken and turn red. The veins everywhere on your body are visible as you reach orgasm. Your hips start to bucks with wave after wave of uncontrollable spasms. It almost seems too much. Your legs have locked me in place and I dare not move or I am sure my cock will slip out. And then the climax begins.

A rush of hot fluid leaves your body and drenches the two of us in come. It pools in the "V" created by your tighten legs and my torso. After what seems like forever you begin to relax and the dam created is broken. Your come is released drenching my cock and balls. Finally you speak,

"Did you come?" You ask.

"No, not yet." I reply.

"You are going to finish up my ass aren't you?... you must."

"I know... I will. Do you know how much you like my balls slapping your ass when I hard fuck your pussy? How would you like the sensation of them bouncing off your pussy?"

Before you answer I pull my cock from your ass and roll you over to your stomach. I re-lube my cock and place it between your cheeks. I spread your legs giving me deep access. I pull apart your ass with my thumbs and push towards your well fucked asshole just as you push back and it slides deep into you with a single motion. As I slam into you my balls start to swing. As I drive deeper they slap your pussy. 

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me" is all I hear besides the slapping of my balls against your pussy. I cannot take it anymore. My come begins to surge up my cock. I can feel it move along my shaft. I doubt that it will get past your tight ring. Until finally the first loads leaves my cock coating your passage. Load after load shoot deep inside you. I am afraid that my grasp on your hips might hurt you but I must hold them tight in order to plow deeper. 

"I can feel you. I can feel your hot come in my ass. Fuck me more." you beg. 

And I do until I can move no longer. My legs are weak and are ready to buckle. I drape myself over you as my limp cock drops away. My arms wrapped around you, hands on your breast. As we lay there in a peaceful bear hug embrace, I jokingly ask "So you like it in the ass?"

You turn your head, look me in the eyes, and smile with that certain something. Turning away you ask," How about I answer that after tomorrow night. That way we can share our answers." You nuzzled close to me and fall asleep. I begin to wonder what your answer meant.

Then I remembered the Amazon delivery that you rushed away to our bedroom and slid under the lower side of your bed! Hummm?



Finally



Finally it was Friday! It had been a long week and both Katie and Jay were ready to blow off some steam. They decided to go to a nearby bar and have a few drinks to relax before going out. The bar was dimly lit and had a few tables with a pool room in the back. Jay directed Katie to a table near the back by the pool room. It was a dark corner table that afforded them the privacy they wanted.

Katie was dressed as Jay preferred her; a short skirt that hugged her ass and a tight top that showed off her cleavage. She never wore panties so Jay could have easy access when he wanted.

The couple consumed several drinks and were laughing and flirting with each other. After a while neither of them was feeling any of the stresses of the past week. Katie was leaning into Jay to give him a kiss when the top buttons of her shirt popped open to reveal part of her breasts. Jay reached over and started to fondle her tits as they kissed. 

The other bar patrons gave them no notice except for a few men playing pool. They watched the couple as their kisses deepened and their hands roamed each others bodies. Katie's hand had gone underneath the table and lowered Jay's zipper to allow her to reach his already hard cock. She drew his hard member out of his pants and began to stroke him as he played with her hard nipples. Jay unbuttoned Katie's shirt completely and popped open her front closure bra so her tits were fully exposed. He leaned in and began to suck and chew on her turgid nipples. Her hand continued to grasp his cock and she increased the speed of her stroking. Jay sucked harder, taking in as much of her tit in his mouth as possible. Katie moaned in pleasure which only served to encourage Jay's attentions.

The men at the pool table continued to watch the lusty couple, nudging one another as thing heated up at the table. Katie pushed Jay's head away and leaned over and put her head in his lap. She takes his cock into her mouth and begins to suck it slowly. The men at the pool tables are transfixed as they watch her give Jay his blow job. She is feasting on his throbbing cock, licking and sucking it. He leans back and enjoys her warm, wet mouth. He is so turned on that Katie is sucking his cock in a public place that he begins to cum quickly into her mouth. She sits up, tits bouncing with every move, and shows him her mouth filled with his cum before making a production of swallowing it all down.

The men by the pool tables are aroused and can't take their eyes off of Katie's huge tits as they are exposed to them. They crowd around each other trying to get the best view possible. Jay noticed this and he smiled as a plan developed in his head. He gets up from the table and pulls Katie out of her chair. She looked at him with a confused look but follows him willingly. Jay brings her over to the back area of the pool room away from the main bar area. She is disheveled; lips red and swollen, tits hanging out. She looks sexy to all the men surrounding her. Jay looks at her reassuringly. He asks the men "who wants to fuck this hot slut?" Katie's jaw dropped. She knew this is something that she has fantasized about and shared with Jay but can't believe it may actually happen at this moment.

The men can't believe that this is happening either. They look at Katie and see that she isn't upset by this but that she is actually turned on. They all look at each other in amazement. Jay turns to Katie and pushes her face down onto a pool table. He pulls her skirt up and reveals her ass to all. He smacks her ass a few times and she cries out. He leans over and whispers in her ear "all of these men are going to use you like the slut you are!". Katie moans as she hears the words.

The first man steps up behind the couple and pulls out his cock which is already dripping with precum. Jay moves aside and the man slowly pushes his cock into the offered pussy. He groans as he enters her, her cunt is so wet and tight. He begins to fuck her hard and fast not caring about her, just his pleasure. Another man presents her with his cock, pushing it into her mouth. Katie slurps it down her throat, sucking as hard as she can. She is cum hungry. The man in her cunt is pounding her hard, his balls slapping against her. She is moaning in pleasure. 

Jay is standing back, stroking his cock as he watches his woman being used by strangers. He watched as the man fucking her tenses up and cums deep inside her willing cunt. He backs away and a second man takes his place. He slams his cock into Katie's juicy pussy in one thrust. She screams out and then goes back to sucking the cock in her mouth. It throbs on her tongue and shoots warm jizz down her throat. The man moves away and Katie looks up expectantly at the remaining men. Another cock is presented to her willing mouth as the second man in her pussy cums. Jay looks at her used pussy and sees that it is red and swollen and dripping with cum. 

The six men continue to fuck Katie's mouth and pussy until they have all been spent. Jay looks over his cum slut. She is laying on the table, covered in cum. There is cum dripping from her well used cunt. He's never seen her looking more satisfied. He steps up to her and slides his cock into her sloppy pussy, getting it covered in the strangers cum. He pulls out and thrusts into her unused asshole. Katie screams out his name as she cums from the sudden intrusion. Jay takes his pleasure from her. He pounds her ass and spanks her. He pulls her close and empties his balls deep inside her bowels. 

By this time, Katie is exhausted from all of her orgasms. Jay helps her up and pulls down her skirt. She buttons her blouse, not bothering to put her bra back on. Jay takes her arm and together they walk out of the bar as if nothing had transpired.



Finally!



I hadn't seen Lorna in fifteen years. We were best friends at college. Well, she thought we were best friends, but I wanted to fuck her senseless. It never worked out that way though.

After class we would always head back to her parents' place to do homework together. Then we'd hang around watching tv until one of us - usually Lorna - would be heading out for a date. She ALWAYS had a boyfriend, so I was always confined to the friend zone.

We had been friends on Facebook for years, and had watched each other go through a marriage and divorce. I mentioned on Facebook that I was making a trip back to my home town, so she suggested we get together. I showed up at her place with a pizza and a bottle of wine. She gave me a long hug.

The years had been kind to Lorna. She was still slim, and had a fantastic rack. The hug made me think of all the times I used to beat off thinking about that body.

After supper, we sat on the couch drinking and shooting the shit.

"Hey, Steve. Remember how we used to watch my parents porn on their couch."

Fuck, did I ever. The wine helped me along as I thought there was no use denying anything now. "Dude, do I ever! Do you think it was easy for me to watch that stuff while sitting beside the hottest girl in my class?"

She turned to look at me. "Well it wasn't easy for me either, you know."

I laughed. "Yeah, whatever! You were usually on your way out for a date with whatever idiot you were dating at the time."

She lowered her voice. "You probably didn't notice, but I always had to go to the bathroom after a few minutes of watching porn. I was really sneaking away for a minute to ... um ... release some tension."

I had to be misinterpreting that. "What?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'd go into the bathroom and beat off, you goof!"

Oh. Well now I was hard as a rock. Might as well go with the flow here. "Yeah, I used to do the same."

She smiled. "I know. Your jeans were kind of tight back then."

And now I was blushing. I couldn't remember the last time I'd blushed.

She reached past me for the remote, and turned on the tv. Larger than life, there was a woman on the screen, blowing two guys. She giggled. "One of my favourites."

We watched for a while, then she turned to me again. "Here's the thing: I'm too old to be sneaking off to the bathroom to beat off standing up. I like a little comfort."

I didn't know where this was going, but I liked it. "I was just thinking the same."

She leaned back in her seat. "We don't have to worry about my parents catching us anymore. I'm going to leave my clothes on, but I may feel a need to take care of things right here. You should feel free to do the same."

That sounded good. The porn was getting more involved. The woman was on her hands and knees, blowing one guy while getting done from behind by the other.

Lorna leaned back some more and undid her jeans. Her right hand went inside her panties. As she connected with her clit, she arched her back, thrusting her tits into the air. Her nipples were huge!

More than anything, I wanted to grab those tits, but I was afraid of breaking the spell and ending the fun. I decided that I would have the most fun I was allowed within the rules she had stated. I undid my jeans and released my cock. I grabbed my balls with my right hand, and started stroking with my left.

I couldn't take my eyes off Lorna. She was writhing back and forth, stroking her clit harder. Her left hand came up and pinched her nipples. I couldn't even believe this. This was something I'd wanted to see for years.

I could feel the tension rising in my balls, so I backed off. I wanted to watch her cum first.

Then the moaning started. "Ah!"

I almost came right then. I had to totally stop what I was doing.

"Ah!"

Fuck! She was hot. She was thrusting her hips into her right hand. Her left had worked its way up under her t-shirt to those fantastic tits.

"Ah! Ah!"

Her head was pulled back. Her mouth wide open. Her bare stomach was thrust higher.

"Ah! Ah! AH!!"

With that final scream, she sank back onto the couch, still touching her clit and her tits. She was still panting, as she looked at me and smiled. "One of us has been neglecting himself."

I started stroking again, leaning back and closing my eyes. I had the picture of Lorna coming in my mind.

As I pulled harder, I squeezed my balls tighter. I was getting close.

Suddenly, I felt hands on my chest and her mouth against mine. As her tongue parted my lips, I came hard. I shot my load straight up my shirt, spraying Lorna's left arm and hand.

I relaxed, letting go of my cock, and loosening my grip on my balls. I brought my free hand around onto her perfect ass. She licked her arm and hand clean, and then put her tongue back in my mouth. I'd never tasted jizz before, but off the tongue of a beautiful woman seemed the perfect way to do it.

Lorna giggled. "Your clothes are a mess. Maybe we'll need to take them off you after all."

I had a feeling the night wasn't over yet.



Finally



It was the text that changed everything. "Creampie for dessert this Friday." My heart skipped several beats. I had wanted to see, hear or live words to that effect for many years. My cock instantly hardened in response and my mind raced. I realized that she was actually accepting of that fantasy that had haunted me for so long. 

I have always loved to eat pussy. The smell, the taste, the feeling of her clit as my tongue caresses it, seeing her quiver with pleasure. It's the total sensual package. I have also tried to make sure that the woman I'm with is satisfied before I let myself cum. But there are always those times when the mind takes over the body and the orgasm hits too soon and I feel like she might not be totally sated. She would say that she was happy. That everything was good. But in the back of my mind, I wanted to give her more. At some point, the thought of going down on her after I had cum entered my mind. It was a game changer. 

I don't know when it started. The urge to eat her afterward. To try to give her one more orgasm after I was done. I just know it was there. As we were making love, there it was. In the back of my mind, "Eat her if you cum too soon." It seemed like such a great idea. I love to eat pussy. Let's keep the show going. No big deal. But it was. The second I started to cum, the thought of eating my cum became almost disgusting. There was no way that I was putting my face anywhere near that. But the next day, it didn't seem so disgusting. I would toy with the idea some more. After a while, it became a real desire. It was something that I wanted to do most of the time. From the time I would think about sex for the first time after the last orgasm until the next orgasm, I wanted to eat our juices from her pussy. Right up until the time that I came. Then, no way. So I decided that that must not be for me and to put that thought into the mental trash can.

But it wouldn't go away. After a year or so of thinking about it, I finally told my wife that I wanted to try it. The response from her was not great. There wasn't screaming and gnashing of the teeth or anything, but she seemed to think it was just about as disgusting as I did right after an orgasm. Of course, nothing happened on that front. And the desire grew. I would occasionally broach the subject again and the bad reaction lessened until she finally said okay. I knew that I couldn't bring myself to do it and I asked her if she would just sit on my face after I came the next time and she said yes. Holy shit! It was really going to happen. Except it didn't. She didn't climb up. She didn't sit on my face. And I was relieved. Because that is really disgusting. Until the next morning. I was so disappointed. What would it take to make or break this fantasy? 

This cycle continued for quite a while. She knew that I wanted/didn't want it desperately. It got to the point that I would have her promise me that she would sit on my face afterward. But she didn't. And it was okay. For less than a day. I tried everything that I could think of to get myself down there but couldn't do it when my cum was in there. I resigned myself that it would never happen and finally let it go. As well as I could. After the marriage ended, for other reasons, I knew that it wasn't going to happen any time soon.

It became a true fetish. It became hard to get aroused without thinking of eating my cum from a pussy. It was in the back of my mind during lovemaking. In the front of my mind during masturbation. I wanted to try it so bad that it was driving me crazy. The few girlfriends that I told of my desire gave lip service to the idea. Promising that they would sit on my face afterward. But they never did. Claiming that they didn't want to ruin the fantasy for me. That they were afraid that I wouldn't like it and all the excitement would be gone. I explained that I would much rather live out the fantasy and know that if I didn't like it, that I would never want to do it again, than to go on wanting it and not getting it. So they would promise again. I would start to cum and they would ask if I still wanted it. Of course I didn't want it. I had just cum. I wouldn't beg for it, so they wouldn't do it. I would get them to promise ten seconds before I came. Just the promise that they would do it could cause me to cum. But then they didn't do it. Mainly because they would ask if I still wanted it. And in that brief span in time, I didn't. 

Then one day, the friend request on Facebook came. An old lover contacted me. It had been twenty years since we had seen each other but we had had some fantastic experiences together all those years ago. We were a thousand miles apart but within ten minutes of chatting, we were practically tearing each others clothes off via keyboards. We spent a short time catching up, having phone sex, remembering old times, more phone sex. We made arrangements to meet a few weeks after that first contact and spent an entire weekend exploring each others bodies and minds. It was an extremely erotic, exciting weekend. I think that I told her of my desire that first weekend together. It was difficult to bring up for me because of so many years of trials and disappointments. But she seemed to be receptive. She said that she would do it. But it didn't happen. It was okay. The sex was mind blowing. She did things to me that had never been done to me before and it was good. Hell, it was great. But I still wanted to try it. 

She moved to this town. We saw each other as much as possible. We explored each other even more. Toys came out, sex swings used, much pleasure was had. I kept asking for the after sex face sit and it never came. She was afraid of hurting me, afraid of ruining the fantasy, too. I explained that she wouldn't hurt me. That I needed the fantasy ruined because it was already ruining me. I could hardly think of anything else, sexually. I ate her before and during sex all the time. I love the taste and smell of her pussy. I imagined the smell and taste of our combined juices every time. Once she reached down after I had cum inside her and took a finger full of our cum and tasted it. I damn near came again at that. Then she gave me a finger full also. It tasted okay. Not that different from the way she normally tastes. But I was still unable to get down there on my own. There was a time or two when she told me to get down there and taste it, but I was unable to bring myself to do it. Like always. 

Finally, a couple of weeks ago, I got her to promise again. Before we started and during I pleaded with her to do it. After I filled her with my cum, I knew it was coming and I dreaded it. I was on top of her and made no move to let her climb up and sit on my face. Then she started to try and roll me off of her. Oh shit, I thought. It's really going to happen. I really didn't want it to happen, again. But I let her get out from under me and rolled onto my back. She quickly moved her pussy up to my face. I couldn't see much as the room was pretty dark but the smell was pretty overwhelming. It was definitely a combination of both of us. As she lowered herself onto my face and I tasted us. I was in heaven. It was finally done! I was eating the creampie that I had just put in there. I knew that some of it had dripped out as she was getting me rolled over and as she crawled up. There wasn't very much left inside her but I got the idea. 

She only stayed on my face for a few seconds, it seemed, before she rolled off. My beard was coated with our cum. I think she laughed a little at the sight. The sensation was pretty amazing. I still remember the feeling with pleasure. I was ecstatic. It had finally been done! It wasn't bad! The taste was very mild, not at all what I had expected. I figured the taste of cum must be terrible because so few women want anything to do with it in their mouths. I can't say that it was delicious, but it wasn't bad. I definitely didn't need to run to the bathroom and spit it out. We talked briefly about it. I told her that I was okay with it. She said that she was okay with it. All seemed good in the world. I think I asked her to do it every time from then on and she said that she would. We laughed that she would never have to sleep in the wet spot again. She said that, as she lowered her pussy to my face, she could see the look of fear on my face but went ahead and did it. She knew how much it meant to me. I thanked her for continuing. I thanked her for fulfilling the fantasy. 

I might not have thanked her enough. There was only one more time that it happened. She had to move back to where she had come from about a month after the first time. After the second time, I was happy that it had happened. It still didn't last very long. I think that she was doing it just to make me happy. I know that she had done things in her past that did nothing for her in order to please her man. The obsession for the creampie had been satisfied. It no longer haunted most of my waking hours. It became one of those things. Pleasurable but no longer a necessity. But now that she's been gone for a couple of months, it's creeping back. Every time I masturbate, I think of her lowering her cum filled pussy onto my face. It gets me off every time.



Finally



A short flash story as told to me by a former supervisor I ran into. Dave T was able to transform my scribblings of the conversation into a readable text. All and any errors are mine

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The sun was just breaking as I pulled up to my house. The place had been a classic "fixer upper" when I bought it decades ago. A lot of sweat equity and real hard cash had gone into the way the house looked today. The maintenance upkeep had been a real financial millstone around my neck for well over a decade.

But today was the day I get paid! All the planets had aligned for this moment. The economy had come back in this area, its schools were 'A' rated, and houses were selling at asking prices.

Getting the gear from my car, I laid most of the stuff on the sidewalk, then walked across the green lawn fresh with dew.

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I had only been hammering for a few minutes when the lady of the house came out of the door. Even clad in a housecoat, with no make-up and 'bed hair', this middle aged female still looked good, and you could tell she had been quite the looker in her younger time.

She peered at me, squinting to compensate for her missing glasses, which for vanity reason, I knew she rarely wore unless absolutely necessary.

"Eric, is that you?" She said pulling the housecoat tighter across her midsection, stepping off the porch I had built by hand. "What the hell are you doing here at my house? And why are you pounding away on that pole?"

I did not look at her. "Well Dawn, if anyone should know all about pounding away on poles, it would be you." Glancing over my shoulder I saw her face turn red. "Besides it is my house, and today is the big day."

Dawn got that look in her eye. "Well, we will see what my attorney and Judge Reynolds has to say about that."

I shook the pole, making sure it was secure before answering Dawn. "Apparently you have not been keeping up on current events, as well as your correspondence." 

Gathering up my tools I walked back to the car and picked a thick folder off the front seat. "Judge Reynolds was made to retire from the family court bench two months ago. May him, and his senile old brain rot in hell. Also your attorney seems to have his hands full these days trying to keep his license. The State Bar is investigating allegations your Esquire was taking sexual favor in return for legal work."

Dawn pulled her housecoat tighter as I approached. "But you would not have any knowledge about that kind of commerce in trade, would you Dawn?"

I slapped the folder into Dawns hand. "The new family court judge, Judge Atkins sends her regards, and here is a copy of her judgements sent out last month. The papers say where you gotta go, which is 'Out'. Plus when you gotta go, which is 'Now'. See there, you are all caught up!"

Dawn began rifling through the paperwork as I hung the FOR SALE sign on the pole.

"Eric, you cannot do this is! It is not...fair."

After making sure the FOR SALE sign was level I turned toward Dawn. "Fair? You mean like a decade ago when you fucked around on me? Or fair when you convinced that senile old bat Judge Reynolds you should get to stay in the house with me paying for all its taxes, mortgage and upkeep? Or how about the alimony and paying for all your 'schooling'? Was that fair?"

Dawn shook the papers at me. "Well it was only right. We got married before I finished my studies. I need a degree to compete in the workplace."

I rolled my eyes. "What degree would that be Dawn? Going back to fair, was it 'fair' for your slimebucket shyster to convince Judge Reynolds I should keep paying for your 'education' until you got a degree?"

"I am only a few credits away." Dawn said defensively.

I let out a belly laugh. "Degree in what? For the past ten years you have changed you major from Nursing to Anthropology, to Psychology, to Education, to Art History, to Theate, to whatever you have now. Did I miss any?"

"I am majoring in Medieval Poetry now." Dawn spat out. "And for your information, I also was enrolled in Health Fitness, Interior Design, Political Science and Dance." 

Dawn shook the papers at me again. "Because, unlike you, I want a career, not just any job."

"Wonderful" I commented dryly. "We both know you are never going to get a degree. That would mean entering the real world and an end to the magic moneygram checks that appears in your mailbox each month."

"It's not just for me!" Dawn spat. "You forgetting little EJ."

"How could I forget 'my son, little EJ'." I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster. "Although I do admit a grudging respect for how your shyster was able to get that old fool Judge Reynolds to block DNA testing for so long. And when the State court did overrule that tottering old dolt, he still made me cough up payment as I had been 'acting as father', and should continue to do so.'".

Just then a disheveled youth clad only in boxers and a blanket around his shoulders opened the door.

"Who the fuck is making so much noise? I just got in and am trying to sleep. Don't you assholes know I had a rough night?" He rubbed his eyes. "I got like the worst fucking hangover." 

The young man began scrutinizing me with bloodshot eyes.

"Happy Birthday EJ!" I said with a big phony smile on my face and opening my arms wide.

EJs demeanor turned even more sour. "Mom, what is that asshole doing here?" He turned his attention back to me. "Get the fuck out of here, we don't need you. If we want something from you we'll send you a bill."

Dropping my arms and displaying an exaggerated dismayed expression, I pointed at the driveway. "Now 'son' is that anyway to talk to your dear old Dad? Especially when I come bearing gifts?"

EJ looked at the faded late model Toyota Camry in the driveway. "What the fuck is that piece of shit! Where is my Mustang!"

"EJ, that automobile was not your Mustang. It was my Mustang, I paid the bank note, insurance, registration and tags. Today you are 21, so no need for any Daddy help anymore. Besides I could barely afford the payments and insurance on that Mustang. A young driver like yourself, with your driving record would not stand a chance. The insurance alone was more than the car payments. I traded in your Pony Rocket for that Camry there. It's a solid dependable car, all paid for, and I even prepaid your insurance for 3 months."

EJ was shaking he was so enraged. "I WILL NOT BE SEEN DRIVING AROUND CAMPUS IN THAT CRAPMOBILE!"

I considered EJ statement for a moment. "You know son? You are correct. I have overstepped my boundaries in dictating what you should drive. Today the courts say you are a grown man able and responsible for your own decisions, free from the bonds or restraints of childhood." I tossed EJ the keys. "You are 100% welcome and allowed, even encouraged to purchase and drive any motor vehicle you can afford."

EJ looked at the keys in his hand for a few seconds. "FUCK YOU OLD MAN!" he yelled and then threw the car keys off into the distance. "You know I can't pay for anything. I'm a fucking student, you asshole."

I nodded my head. "That is true, a student with a straight C- average. Of course I am sure smoking pot daily since you were 13 has nothing to do with your grades."

"So? Mom smokes too." EJ looked at his mother for help. When none came he muttered. "I got ADD ya know. Remembering things come tough for me."

"Really" I questioned. "On last summer's semester in Amsterdam, the one your mom's lawyer convinced the court I had to pay for, I see you were absent from most of the classes. However the bar and coffee house bills displayed an astonishing ability to recall drinking and smoking establishments."

"I got ADD" EJ repeated defensively. "Even the Doc in court said so."

Nodding my head again I replied. "Well, you may not want to put too much stock in that Doctors diagnoses. Seems he also is fighting to continue practicing in this state after sleeping with his patients."

I looked at Dawn. "Say Dawn, didn't that same Doc have you under his care?"

She turned away before answering. "Eric, that is your take on it, EJ's condition is not up for an opinion"

"Dawn, ignorance is not an opinion."

She clenched her fists, but EJ didn't notice. "So what, 'DAD', I am still a student."

I ignored EJs emphasis on Dad, before addressing him. "Past tense EJ. You WERE a student. Unless the Tuition Fairy wrote your private college a check, you are no longer a student. At best you are a dropout, or a new member of the workforce seeking employment."

EJ stared daggers at me. "And what you suggest I do, you asshole?"

"I would not leave my 'son'..." I looked at Dawn, who turned away. "..penniless. My employer has an opening on the loading dock. It is the nightshift weekends, 5 days a week 10 hours a night with overtime and benefits, even tuition reimbursement if you wish to take classes. But as low man you get the hardest jobs until you work your way up."

"Fuck that shit!" EJ growled. "I ain't giving up my weekends to work like some illegal wetback."

I just shrugged. "It is honest labor, our current CEO started out there. But you are the adult now, you can do what you want. Hell, if they will take you, join the circus or a carnival."

Dawn was looking around and came to life. "Where is my car?" 

EJ gave her a blank look. "I don't know"

I clapped my hands together. "I can answer that one Dawn. Your shyster was very specific about the support you get. As an example, car payments, insurance, living in the house for free.."

"It was not for free." Dawn interrupted. "We were maintaining the house. The Judge said it should be that way for EJ."

I held up my hand. "And you think that was best? Just because you can drive a car with your feet, does not mean it is the best way to drive." 

Dawn was still looking around for her car as she spoke. "That is your outlook. The court declared it a fair trade, you pay for all the expenses, and in return you get house with no attachments when EJ turn 21, and oh..."

You could almost see the lightbulb go off in Dawns head.

"Yes Dawn, that decree was over a decade ago. And today is little EJs 21st birthday. So hear that sound?" I cupped my hand around my ear while pulling an imaginary cable with my other hand. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

"What are you doing? Are you retarded?" Dawn spat at me.

I clapped my hands together again. "Sorry, my train whistle imitation is poor. But that is the sound of the gravy train backing up out of the station. The money ride is OVER. No more alimony, tuition, free room and board, child support, all GONE. Your baby boy is all grown up, time for both of you to leave the nest and go out into the real world."

Dawn pointed her finger at me. "EJ is right, you are an asshole. What did you do with my car!"

"Just dropped the car insurance I was paying for on your Lexus. Did you know in this state if you do not have automobile insurance you cannot have a license plate tag. And also did you know in this city, if you do not have a license plate tag, the car is considered an abandoned vehicle? I must commend the city hall on their choice of towing firms. They were here less than 20 minutes after the officer removed your tags. I mean what service! The towing company came in the middle of the night no less!"

"You..it..they..can't do that!" Dawn stuttered.

I shrugged. "You were given 30 day's notice by mail."

"I send that kind of stuff to the attorney" Dawn protested. "It's not my fault!" 

"Of course Dawn, nothing is ever your fault. But you are free to make that statement in court. Although you may be getting a bit long in the tooth for the clingy low cut apparel needed to have your moneymakers achieve the effect they once did."

Dawn gave me the finger, just as a large moving van pulled up. A metro police car was right behind the van. 

EJ looked panicky "What are the cops doing here? " He hissed under his breath.

I stifled a laugh. "Don't worry Pablo Escobar, your dope is safe. The officer is here to oversee the eviction notice."

Dawn snapped her fingers. "Wait! I remember from when I was majoring in pre-Law. You cannot evict us onto the street without an alternate accommodation for domicile and chattel." She had the biggest smirk on her face. "So Eric, we are not going anywhere!"

Now it was my turn to smirk. "Wow Dawn. It is good to see my decade plus years of college tuition money was not wasted." I handed her another envelope. "Do you think I would let my lovely ex-bride and her child be homeless?" 

I motioned EJ to come forward. "In there you will find a 30 days prepaid receipt for a motel room, plus voucher for meals at their restaurant. Although in truth it is more like a glorified coffee shop."

EJ was looking over his mother shoulder at the Motel brochure. "NO Fucking way!" he exclaimed. "That is where all the crack whores, druggies and losers hang out."

"And how do you know all druggies hang out there EJ?" I asked. 

When EJ did not answer, I addressed Dawn pointing at the brochure. "See Dawn, whores and losers. You will be in good company. Making friends in no time!"

I looked into the distance. I turned back to Dawn. "In hindsight your son throwing away the car keys may have been a mistake. The spares were on that keychain also. It is a long walk to the motel."

Dawn pushed EJ in the direction of the missing keys. "EJ go find those damn things."

EJ whined, but ambled off. Dawn turned to me. "Eric, is this all necessary? " 

She stepped close to me and trailed a finger from my chest to my belt buckle. "We were good when we were together. You know I am sorry for my..ah..mistake.."

"Mistakes Dawn, plural, mistakes. And they were not mistakes."

"Fine, but they were mistakes. You must believe me."

"Dawn, I believe every other word out of your mouth, assuming of course you throw in the commas."

She dropped her hand lower. The moving guys were giving me thumbs up as they raced toward the steps of the house. I had given them their directions yesterday. Fortunately the cop was staying in his car.

"Just a little more time Eric." Dawn said while running her fingers across my groin. "You must have some money now to be able to pull all this off."

"No Dawn I do not have any more money than I did before. I took out a big loan for this day." I answered, not moving as she gave me 'that look'. 

"You see Dawn. Every raise, every promotion, any advancement I ever made, you and your legal toy dragged me into court so that prick Judge Reynolds could increase my maintenance, or fee, or some other bullshit cost. For 12 years I have had to live like an unemployed college student."

Dawn continued to try to get a rise in my Levis. "Let's not concern ourselves about that prick Judge Reynolds anymore. I am more concerned with another prick right now."

I stepped back out of Dawns grasp just as college age guy stumbled out the door onto the porch with only a towel wrapped around his waist. A smoldering joint was in one hand that he pointed at Dawn. "Hey Fawn, or Shawn or whatever. You coming back to bed? Ya know, cause a bunch of assholes are taking all the crap."

I couldn't help but smile. "The realtor is gonna show the place this evening. Wish me luck." 

I waved to Dawn as I headed toward the car. "Have a nice life."



Finally a Female Who Stood Out



Three weeks before graduating high school, Lee Briggs had a third girl opt out going to the grad ball with him.

Lee, who'd turned eighteen a month earlier, knew he had a bit of a reputation for going asleep drunk when on dates but even so he couldn't find out why he'd been dumped three times. However he was relieved he wasn't the only one to be hit by rejection although the other guys spoke as if it was only their first-choice partner. Lee kept it to himself he'd struck out three times.

Well he was aware he was the tallest person in the entire school apart from the deputy principal Mr Taylor. And okay he had a head of shocking red hair and freckles went with that. So perhaps those girls all being short had thought they'd look like mutants in ball photos standing beside him?

He decided to go without a partner and dance with the partners of other guys.

Three weeks before the ball Lee was nailed sexually by his oldest female in his short sexual history to date. She was Gwen Plank his friend Spider's mother, aged thirty-nine.

Lee had lost his virginity to his sister Meg who was a year old his senior. Their parents were out till late getting drunk one Saturday night. He and Meg were rolling on the carpet fighting for the TV controller when she screamed and said, "You dirty scumbag, you've got and boner and tried to dry fuck me."

Lee knew was a fuck was but had never heard the expression about a dry one and so squeezed her boob as a diversion. She rolled on top of him and got her hand down the front of his track pants and the bitch began jerking him and licking his face and then had her tongue in his mouth. 

He still tried not to think of what happened after that, knowing it was a sin if you fucked your mother so it must be something terrible to bear if you fucked your sister. Anyway it was her fault.

In the weeks since then he'd scored with a couple of girls of his own age on separate occasions. One of them, Betty Lucas, who lived opposite, had turned it up for him three times.

The big move up in sex for Lee came when he went over to Spider's place to watch a couple of porn DVDs Spider had found in the bottom of his mom's closet. One was called Lesbian Ranch and the other Lesbian Rodeo Girls. According to Spider the blurb on them suggested they were pretty hot and the Rodeo Girls went in for double fisting.

Spider and Lee watched Lesbian Ranch first and it was pretty boring except when one of the girls fell off her horse and then when another two girls were doing it among trees alongside a road and two guys in a pickup happened to catch a glimpse of them. The guys stopped up the road a bit and crept back to the spot and jumped the women. 

It was hilarious with one of the women being so outraged at being fucked by a man that she screamed that when she got to a rifle she'd go after them and shoot out their balls. The guys didn't look worried and when they drove off the camera shot showed why, the vehicle had out-of-state plates.

Spider had to make a couple of calls and Lee said he'd have a pee and take a breather outside.

He went bursting into the bathroom and was almost to the john when he saw Spider's mom standing alongside the bath drying her tits... they were whoppers.

"Oh shit, um sorry," he said, turning to retreat but she called, "No is okay Lee, have your pee. I don't mind you looking at me."

"You don't mind?" Lee said to make conversation while he unzipped.

Mrs Plank saw what he drew out and wheezed, "Christ Lee you're already a man."

"Yeah almost seven inches," he said proudly.

"And thick I'd think when it's erect," she said, and he said yeah.

As he streamed into the bowl he heard Mrs Plank lock the door and thought well that would prevent someone bursting in and catching them in the bathroom together.

He jumped a couple of inches when feeling Mrs Plank place her arms around to cross her hands over his chest.

She said, "Let me hold it Lee.

She grabbed it and he took his hand away.

Mrs Plank just held it until he stopped peeing. She then shook it in the approved manner and then cupped his balls with her other hand and squeezed gently and began jerking him with the hand already around his dick. 

"Can you feel my luscious big tits against you back darling young man?"

"Yes," he said, being the only thing he could say.

He turned pink, aware he was developing an extreme erection.

"Jeepers it is fat," she said. "We won't tell anyone about this will we darling?"

"No," he said, being the only thing he could say without risking having his nuts crushed in her hand.

Mrs Plank removed her hand away from his nuts and then he could tell by the way in which her hand was hitting his butt she was fingering herself and then he heard a squelching noise.

Holy shit. No one would believe him if he dared tell them about Mrs Plank who was chairman of her church membership committee and sang in the choir, according to what his mom had said.

"Let me sit on the seat Lee and please don't attempt to move away."

What the hell was she up to now? He thought he should just push her away and walk off... he would be stronger than her. But he backed off that idea thinking if she made a fuss and yelled he could land in big trouble.

Mrs Plank sat and pulled him in by the hips as he faced her told him to bend at the knees and before he knew it she was feeding him into her pussy.

Holy shit. Rather that being tight like young women he felt like he'd entered a cave.

But she was warm and smooth and there was no usual complaint that he was hurting the recipient or screaming not to push it all in. No way. Mrs Plant pulled him and said, "Ram it in all the way."

She took all he had after pushing her groin out to meet him to ensure their groins collided.

Spider came out into the garden and found Lee sitting on a seat.

"I've been waiting and waiting for you."

"Sorry I was sitting here thinking and time just raced away."

"Your pants are wet."

"Oh yeah, my zip jammed at the toilet and I pissed myself. I washed off the juices I mean the piss and am drying off out here."

"Boys I've bought you a beer each," said Mrs Plank, making no comment about the state of Lee's trousers.

"Who are you taking to the ball Lee?"

"Um my chosen partner dropped me."

"Goodness with what you've got... um by way of dancing ability. You should have no shortage of prospective partners. I'll tell Jenni she has to go with you."

"Jenni is going with Phil Dykes," said Arnold (Spider), who was Jenni's twin.

"Well now Phil has to find someone else," said his mother. "There is always last-minute juggling."

"God Jenni is going to love you mom. She is quite keen on Phil."

"Well I think she'll be more than satisfied with Lee. It's a wonder you two have never got together before this Lee?"

"Um Arnold warned me off and I thought our friendship wasn't worth busting over his sister."

"Oh you are so moral Lee. I'd hope you'd show the same chivalry toward me."

"Yes anytime Mrs P. Um please if Jenni is against the dumping of Phil don't fight her. I don't wish to go to the ball with a Sad Sack."

"It will be fine. I'll just tell her something that will interest her," Mrs Plank said, turning Lee's face red but Spider thought he'd caused the blush by saying, "What tell her Lee thinks he can dance?"

Gwen Plank said, "What DVD are you boys watching?"

"Um Kings of Rodeo or called something like that," Lee said.

"Oooh I have a lovely rodeo DVD that will put you guys off girls for life," Gwen smiled.

"Um no thanks mom we only have time to see this one and then Lee has to be home to cut the lawns?"

"But a contractor cuts their lawns."

Spider looked at Lee desperately, hoping for a bailout and not wanting his mom to find two of her private DVDs had been raided from her cache in her closet

"Spider I mean Arnold means I have to weed the fucking grass... oh sorry Mrs P."

"No it's okay. I've heard worse," Gwen said, smiling at Lee fondly, leaving Spider to wonder if his mom were on happy pills.

Jenni called Lee two days later and was very nice, saying she'd heard he was without a partner for the grad ball and she was willing to partner him if he'd like that.

"Guaranteed?"

"Yes guaranteed. I've heard usually off-putting reports you have a big one and get drunk and go to sleep but mom assures me you won't be gigantic and you'll keep off the liquor if I encourage that and give you incentive not to get boozed up."

"What kind of incentive Jenni?"

"Never you mind," she said with a very sexy laugh. 

The done date wasn't a surprise to Lee because Spider had already reported Jenni and her mom had had a screaming match over Jenni must date Lee and it was settled with Jenni being promised $50 bucks extra spending money when she went to stay with her girlfriend at he grandmother's apartment in northern city later in the summer.

"I can't understand why mom has taken this big shine to you pal."

Lee sighed and said, "Perhaps she's about to have a big period and her hormones are playing up."

"Do you think so?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Come over tonight and I'll grab another couple of DVDs from her store. She must have thirty or forty of them."

"Um bring them over to my house and we can have a swim before we watch the jerk movies."

During that summer Lee was grabbed and pushed to have sex with Mrs Winterbottom, Mrs Kennedy, Mrs Bukowski and Mrs Joyce. When Irma Joyce was in the bath soaking after her torrid round with Lee, her daughter Isobel grabbed Lee and pulled him down on top of her on her bed and waved her panties in the air.

Jesus.

All through summer he was balling Jenni Plank and whenever Lee went to her house he made sure he was never left alone with her mom. It worked pretty well but Mrs Plank was a cunning bitch and she managed to catch him and nail him twice.

Lee was relieved with Spider's mom dropped them off at college after a 200-mile drive, knowing he'd never be under pressure to fuck a mom again. Gwen Plank drove off crying profusely and Spider said to Lee, "I can understand mom being upset at me leaving home but she seemed to make a bigger fuss of you than me and I was sure she had her tongue down your throat."

The alarm bells were ringing for Lee. Spider had seen too much.

"Yeah she did a bit. I guess she must have been thinking she was kissing your father after getting all emotional after saying she would miss her dear boy."

"She actually said, 'I'll miss you asshole."

"Means the same thing doesn't it."

"God look at the tits on those two," Spider said, diverted and then the woman signing in new students called next please and they went up to the counter.

They saw those two babes next evening and Spider pounced but came back to Lee looking mournful.

"They are second-year students and so this year aim to do it only with seniors. She said freshmen were scum. What they hell were they last year?"

"Relax Spider, females love putting guys down. I see by the registration lists that first year babes outnumber guys by almost two to one. You'll have pussy coming out of your ears."

"That's not where I prefer pussy," Spider grinned.

Late next afternoon Lee spotted a woman take a cardboard box out of the rear of her small SUV and stagger under the weight. He dashed over and grabbed the box and said, "Please allow me ma'am."

She looked relieved. "I'm three months pregnant with my second child and am not supposed to carry anything heavy. Are you a student here?"

"Yes," Lee said, thinking that should be obvious to a tutor.

"Oh, you seem awfully polite to be a student."

Ah, so that was it.

"Are you English ma'am?"

"Yes, recently arrived. I married and American and he became bored with England. So we have returned here with my mother who will look after our three-year-old boy weekdays. I will return home each Friday afternoon and spend the weekend with them."

"So you husband will only get sex at weekends?"

"Yes I suppose so."

"Although I guess where's always your mother?"

"Oh I hadn't thought of her. We are living in Ray's hometown so I had thought he'd know other women there but perhaps I would prefer him having mom."

"I guess Ray will sort that out. Men do like the comforts of home according to what my mom says."

"Are you missing her already?"

"No, we fight a lot. I don't know what she'll do now?"

"Fight with your father more?"

Lee grinned, straining under the load going up the seven concrete steps of the ivy-covered accommodation block for lecturers. He said he and she seemed to think quite similarly.

"Oh sorry, "I'm Caroline Walsh."

"Hi Caroline, I'm Lee Briggs. I suppose you'll teach English literature and being so young you'll teach freshmen."

"That is a pretty accurate assumption although being a theater actor since I was six, I'll also take theater classes at all levels."

"It's okay if I call you Caroline rather than Dr Walsh?"

"Of course but not in a teaching situation. I might take some of your classes."

"Perhaps although I'm doing public relations and marketing with emphasis on events management."

They entered the elevator.

"That should be a good choice for you Lee. You are handsome with an easy but forward manner and I guess you like women."

"Why do you think that?"

"Two reasons. Once you are into consultancy probably the majority of initial contacts you'll have with clients will be females because they tend to have that type of role in corporations. And the other reason, "Would you have helped the person struggling with this box had it been male?"

Lee grinned and said good thinking and actually he would imagine many guys wouldn't have bothered. "I did notice you had great legs and tits I admit but all I really saw was a person I could help.'

"God you sound as if you are already in PR. That was a very smooth and convincing reply but with one blip, when you are speaking to a female call them breasts and not tits."

"Oh yeah. You know that was me being careless because I really did know that. Mom has hammered it into me over the years."

He pulled the carton out on to the second level and picked it up with a grunt.

"It's not far to go. You've done very well. God I was a fool to even think of making it to my apartment without help. You have spoken about your mother's views more than once. It will widen your horizon being involved here with other females."

"I've had a bit to do with other females, er mothers of my pals."

"Oh in what way?"

Lee almost dropped the box in shock. Caroline darted around him to steady the load.

"I have an idea why that question embarrassed you. Here we are," she said, turning in front of him and unlocking the door and opening it. The door was just wide enough for Lee to walk the box through.

"Put it on the table please. The things I need to personalize this apartment are in this box, ornaments, knickknacks and paintings but not my two largest painting that are still in my vehicle."

"I'll fetch them."

"Oh thanks. Here are the keys."

Lee returned and helped Caroline unpack and then she poured Lee a glass of wine and a little later repeated her invitation for him to stay to dinner saying it would only be stir-fry because the cooker was small as it was only meant to cook the occupant's breakfast.

"My roommate will expect to go to dinner with me."

"Then phone him, that's what phones are for."

Lee called Spider and that was done. He then said stir-fry was one of his favorite meals.

He stood by Caroline as she was cooking the thinly sliced chicken and she asked, "You didn't answer my earlier question?"

She watched Lee shuffle and then grab his glass and gulp wine.

Caroline waited and Lee sighed and said, "They were sexy moms."

"What you guys call over-sexed moms?"

"Some do. I think of them as really liking sex."

Caroline smiled and said she thought that was a far more preferable and probably more accurate term.

"Kiss me."

Lee didn't hesitate because by then he guessed that could be coming. She turned to him, still holding the spatula. She held up her lips and was kissed.

She turned back to the cooker-top wok and asked, "Did you like that?"

"Yes."

"Being a little more expansive would be appreciated."

"Yes it was a lovely kiss. You have great lips."

"Oooh."

When Lee was about to leave after dinner, Caroline hugged him and then whispered, "Please stay."

"B-but you're pregnant."

"It will be okay. I'm 100 percent confident of that."

She pulled his hand down and pushed her vulva against his hand, beginning the seduction of Lee, and he could feel the fullness of it through her dress and panties. Her nipples were now noticeable and he knew she was sexed-up and wanted him. It was her choice and he saw no reason to deny her.

Their nocturnal liaison continued for the next twelve weeks and then melted, having run its course. Lee assumed he'd been replaced because she had not been showing signs of loosing interest in sex and he had remembered her saying a couple of times she worried she was becoming a little too attached to him. He regretted loosing the intimacy with her because she really was a very lovely woman but she was twelve years his senior, married and with a child whereas he was a first-year student with practically nothing to his name.

Lee got deeper into his studies, enjoying the work, and didn't have to bother looking for sex because Spider's new girlfriend seemed to have access to an endless supply of babes who were primarily interested in one-night stands. 

The next summer two of his mom's friends got a piece of Lee.

Back at college he and Spider roomed again and Spider was depressed because Meg, his girl, had found someone else over summer and back at college went to someone else but when that relationship collapsed she wanted Spider back but he was now into Annie in a really big way. Lee found Susan who lacked sizeable breasts and good looks but she was reasonably good at sex and was an excellent study coach and that interested Lee more than sex right now because he aimed to finish in the top ten of his class in communication studies.

Lee only went home with Susan once but that was enough. Her grandmother who lived with the family practically stalked him, the youngest sister just seventeen kept flashing her tits at him and Susan's mom kept touching over her pussy and staring at him whenever they were in the same room alone. Lee made pals with Susan's dad who displayed absolutely no sexual interest in him. When Lee sneaked into Susan's bedroom during the first night and she finished bouncing up and down on him she said, "You best keep your distance from mom. God have you seen the way she looks at you?"

"No."

"God and you men think you know everything there is to know about sex."

That left Lee thinking what did he have to learn about sex when for him it just happened?

* * *

Lee took jobs to gain work experience during longer breaks and worked all the way through that next summer.

The PR firm Winkler, Haines and Scott was a small business headed by three people in their mid-thirties and was making a name for itself in the field of events organizing and promotion.

Nancy Scott took Lee with her to a distant city where they would stay overnight because the meeting with the Chamber of Commerce committee to discuss the young businessperson of the year awards event was scheduled for 7:30 pm. The chamber had revived the contest and wanted to stage a 'gala evening' for the awards presentation 'to maximize exposure'.

"I decided we should share a room," said the mother of two as they set off after a coffee break, Lee taking the wheel of her Explorer. "It's a small suite with two bedrooms."

She paused.

"Sounds good."

She resumed confidently, "You choose whether you wish to take the second bedroom or sleep with me."'




Finally a Female Who Stood Out



Lee made sure she heard him suck in breath knowing that could excite her.

"If I'm to be warmly welcomed I would love to sleep with you and explore that great body of yours."

"Omigod, I'd worried about how difficult this would be and feared rejection."

"Do you like to fuck Nancy?"

"Oh god yes."

It was the first star-quality body Lee had even been offered and all she said was to try not to mark her. She almost had hysterics because of her nervousness when he replied that his dick only left washable markings.

Lee was surprised she was so tight because she had birthed two kids that were now at elementary school and was astonished when she confessed she rarely received sex these days as her husband had lost interest.

Lee wanted to say how tragic, she'd married the wrong guy, but thought that would simply confirm what Nancy already knew. Anyway Spider's mom had told him when he plowed other married women he should never talk to them about their husband or other family members other than give passive replies if a reply was unavoidable because those women would probably be wallowing in guilt.

On the drive home Nancy asked had he really enjoyed having sex with her.

"Yes it was good."

"Good? What about awesome or fucking fantastic?"

"It was good and you did move a bit and I enjoyed the intimacy. You are a lovely person."

"And?"

"Nancy please, could we leave it there?"

"No and I want you to be frank and honest with me Lee. Was I really that bad?"

"Nancy I'm no authority but I can give you some impressions and say some things that might be useful to you. On the other hand you might ask me to pull the vehicle over so you can screw my neck."

"Take the risk Lee."

Lee sighed and said okay.

"You wear the underclothes of a middle aged woman who's probably severed sexual and even emotional ties with her husband."

"Oh god."

He said, "Perhaps we should stop right now?"

"Don't you dare Lee."

"Okay. At your age you still should be in sexy underwear and god, that bush. At least trim it and you shouldn't be so clinical having sex, even if I was a virtual stranger. Sex is to be enjoyed and if you start off happy and excited it's likely you'll continue on from there and have a real orgasms rather than those faked things you conjured up the four times we did it. You didn't want my fingers in you and when I went to lick your pussy you pushed me away and yelled don't. Jesus Nancy, what a turn off but fortunately you were fairly tight and you squeezed well and so I was able to get off each time."

"I knew you weren't faking," she murmured and then sighed, "I'm a turn off... oh god."

"Yeah and when I ripped off the condom you smothered my dick with a towel when I wanted to experience the joy of squirting over you to enjoy evidence of my manhood and to enjoy seeing you rub it into your tummy and breasts and scooping some into your fingers and... well perhaps not you."

"You mean tasting your cum?"

"At the very least. Better still holding my attention to watch you swallow some. Male cum is not corrosive to the skin and is not poisonous but I acknowledge it's a risk swallowing anyone else's fluids."

"Omigod you are telling my I'm meant to wallow if I wish to generated mutual enjoyment in sex, even at my age? Lee I'm thirty-four years old."

"Yes and to take me along with you and allow yourself to get excited by my attention to sexually stimulate you. Now please think of what your husband must feel if you have gone cold on him like this?"

"Omigod... he's married to a cold bitch who's lost her sexiness."

"Perhaps but who's saying it's lost? I bet it's still there in abeyance."

"Oh Roger darling... Roger is my husband. This guy fucked me several times last night and on the way home told me some home truths about my lack of sexiness but the message was it's okay, it's just in abeyance. I'll try to fix it darling and return to being the woman you used to know."

"That's exactly right but for fuck sake don't mention a word about it to him. Just begin to slowly change and keep the build-up going and then one night shove his head down to your cunt, having lectured yourself not to scream, that you will not poison him and if he does a good job he may go on to feel he's found pussy heaven. I suggest you then tell yourself you are totally responsible for your renaissance and for goodness sake, consider at thirty-four you are only reaching sexual maturity. Stop this fucking nonsense of growing old ahead of your time Nancy."

They drove in silence, Nancy in deep thought until she sighed.

"Lee I do believe you're pushed my button. God you shocked me suggesting I was growing old ahead of my time. Um if I hang my leg over his center console could you finger me without being distracted from driving?"

"Regretfully Nancy I must answer no. Keep that offer for Roger."

She laughed and reached and tousled his unruly curly hair that had lost much of its redness over the years and was now in transition to becoming chestnut but the freckles on his white skin from his Scottish ancestry remained.

Nancy emerged from the executive meeting next Monday and announced Lee was to work as her assistant and she was assuming full responsibility for his practical training. He welcomed that and although they never had sex again she often spoke about sex intimately and she reported on how she was enjoying sex much better these days and that Roger her husband was back at taking a keen interest in her and twice recently he said he loved her.

One morning she came across to Lee and the greeting smile turned into a frown as she whispered, "Roger says he likes my bush trimmed but suggested last night I remove all the hair. Lee tell me what to do."

"He suggested it, so do it. You should be ecstatic about him requesting it. Go into your office now and look up pussy shaving tips on the Internet. Ignore the negative pages written by women who probably have moustaches."

Nancy laughed, grabbed and kissed him in front of everyone in the office at that time. She went away giggling and closed her office door.

Mary returned to her desk alongside Lee and asked, "What was that all about?"

"Oh Nancy was worried thinking how would she know if Roger's libido was peaking now that he was in his late thirties and I said to increase her demands for sex and she'd find her answer, one way or the other."

Mary giggled and said that was great advice.

"Um these days Larry doesn't seem to want sex unless we are in bed. I loved it when he used to grab me in the kitchen or throw me on to the sofa. Do you think he's going off me?"

"Test him. Walk around the house in just a shirt. Wear shorter dress lengths. Bend over in front of him more."

"Oh god what would the neighbors think?"

"Fuck what the neighbors think. Concentrate on what you are doing to make Larry think sex. There's nothing like a flash of leg or tit to give a guy a minor brain explosion. We are built that way."

Lee went home for his 21st birthday and his parents couldn't get over how happy he seemed and that he'd filled out and his mom lamented that his beautiful red hair was dulling.

Spider's mom Gwen Plank invited him over for lunch and it didn't really surprise Lee she was the only one at home. He gave her what she wanted and she was very complimentary, "Some one has been really coaching you."

Not really, Lee had replied. It was just an accumulation of associations with experienced women.

"Will you ever look at a female around your own age?"

"My preference has been for older women but I guess I'm flexible should a convincing younger woman come along."

When Lee left the job to return to college Nancy, his best friend after Spider, gave him a beautiful watch as a personal thank you for helping to make her life so much happier. She then took him into a meeting with her fellow directions, Harvey Winkler and Stewart Haines.

The managing partner, Stewart Haines poured the drinks and said, "We have been pleased, very pleased with your performance Lee and we'd like you to know that."

"Thanks Stewart. I have enjoyed working here and thanks particularly to Nancy it has really giving me the backbone in the preparation of my career in PR."

"I've taken the liberty to contact your principal professor and she says it's very likely you'll graduate in the top three of your class. My partners and I wish you to know we would be interested in offering you more work experience and then hiring you when you graduate."

"Gee that would be great. I reckon I'd feel more comfortable working in the smaller office environment than being lost within a big corporate."

"Good, good. There would be the requirement that you complete your masters online or a composite program with some classroom and fieldwork commitment for which we'd keep you on salary to a maximum of forty hours over the study period."

"That is great news and a really generous offer."

"Good, good."

Harvey said, "It's because we want you here permanently Lee and because we know it's worth looking after you. You already indicate having the best potential of anyone we have on our payroll."

"Gee thanks. You know this is why clients like your guys; it's because you have great attitudes."

* * *

Back at college Lee paired with a Bronwyn Whitlock, whose parents had come to America from England before she was born.

Bron was lively, intelligent but rather lacking in sex appeal, having short mousy hair, very small tits and was rather bony. But they worked well and got drunk together one evening and ended up having sex on someone's lawn but weren't discovered.

"God I'm such a slut," Bron yawned at they walked to Lee's small car.

"Yeah you are."

"Asshole," she giggled. "God that was great. "I've been wasting my time having sex with some of those other guys who've hit on me."

"Thanks."

"You are welcome."

She hiccupped and said, "Are you aware my mother is a slut?"

"That's difficult for me to judge since I've not met your parents."

"Oh, with all that rum I've not thinking straight. I won't mind if she hits on you and you fuck her."

"It's easy to see you are doing liberal studies."

Bron fell over laughing and Lee had to pick her up.

"God I'm falling asleep."

"Come on Bren I'll get you into the car and then stay awake till I'll get you to your dorm. It's less than five minutes away."

"I would prefer to be sick in your bed."

"Okay."

"You really are a great guy Lee," Bron said, passing out.

Three girls in a Silverado 4-cab stopped.

Lee recognized the driver, Lorraine Cave.

"Need us to take Bron home Lee?"

"Yeah that would be great. Um she's not... um..."

"Cleaned up after sex? That's okay. I'll attend to her."

"Thanks Lorraine. I can't believe she's passed out. She only had four rums."

"Bron rarely drinks buddy. You should have read the early signs although you look a little under the weather yourself. Drive him home in his car Chris."

"Oh no I can't..."

"You're drunk Lee and please don't maul Christine."

"God I'm amazed that you guys can be so charitable to a skunk like me."

"Stop the bullshit Lee. You are one of the better guys around. Bye and remember what I said about mauling?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Is it okay for me to stay the night with you Lee?" Christine asked. "After sipping wine and talking only to females all night I'm ready to be mauled."

Huh?

"Or are you out of ammo after attending to Bron?"

Huh?

From that night Bron considered herself Lee's girl and he had no problem with that. She was okay but if he felt like a really good work out he'd call Chris who usually could accommodate him. She had a keen boyfriend.

Lee would often look at Lorraine Cave who was a good looking blonde with a sensational body but she was a little aloof and was studying for a master's in hospital administration and that was of no interest to Lee. However he did have coffee with his once and she asked candidly, "How are you able to have sex with Chris without her boyfriend or without Bron apparently knowing?"

"I recall saying to you one night when you saved me from embarrassment with Bron that I was a skunk. I do it by stealth and keeping my mouth shut."

"God is it that simple?"

"Perhaps it is an art, I really don't know. Um I haven't got to you yet have I?"

Lorraine spluttered into her coffee cup and dabbing her lips laughed and said, "God you'd be lucky."

Lee stupidly without analyzing that comment, took it as a rebuff without considering it could be a quip to hide her embarrassment.

Bron's parents had a stopover on their way to a medical conference, her father being a radiologist and Bron spent that Thursday with them. She called Lee and said he was invited to join them at the hotel for drinks and dinner.

"Mom is keen to meet you, saying I've never had a boyfriend last as long as you. I explained it was a matter of convenience because I'm paired with you on study projects so we tend to kick around together."

"So she knows it's only casual?"

"Yes I thought you'd like that point made."

"Thanks but I do enjoy your company."

Bron sighed and said she'd explained that to them.

"Thanks, I wouldn't be accepting the information if they had the impression I exploit you for sex."

* * *

Bron's dad Charles was pale and gaunt, with long hair and looked very English. Danielle her mom was tall, lean and elegant with tits just the right size for her body. She had dark and attractively done hair and was great looking for a 43-year old. In fact she appeared more continental European than English and didn't look or sound American at all. Lee learned later Danielle's mother was French, hence the slight accent because Danielle was bi-lingual and had received most of her education in France. She no longer worked but had been a university lecturer in French studies.

Charles was openly friendly and as Bron brought Lee to them stuck out his hand and said, "You're a great looking guy."

"Thank you sir. It is very nice to meet you," Lee said, thinking that sounded like an English greeting, forgetting the parents had lived in America for the past twenty-three years.

"This is Bronwyn's mother Danielle."

"Oh how lovely to meet you Lee. Please call me Danni," she said, turning a cheek, and so he kissed that, and she turned the other cheek, and he kissed that, and she turned the original cheek and he kissed that.

"Bravo has Bronwyn schooled you?"

"About what?"

Bron said, "I haven't told him about Continental kissing mom and he doesn't know you are half French and totally French intellectually."

"Oh then well done Lee."

"It wasn't difficult. I've seen cheek kissing in movies."

The evening went well expect Lee almost jumped a foot at dinner when Danni, sitting opposite him, lifted her foot and placed the heel of her shoe in the middle of his crotch.

As Bron and Lee were leaving, Danni kissed him full on the mouth and said he was come and visit them with Bron.

Four weeks later Danni called him.

"Hi I'm in town staying at the same hotel. Come and have dinner with me but don't mention anything about this to Bronwyn."

"Sorry Danni, I can't," Lee said, cutting the call. It wasn't the first time he'd turned down an opportunity for sex with an older women and mom, but it was a first to turn down such a most promising prospective fuck. He felt he couldn't do that to Bron

Lee never saw Bron after graduation. Their parents joined them for dinner that evening and Christine and Lorraine and their parents were at the same table and they really had a great night.

* * *

Lee resumed working with the PR firm Winkler, Haines and Scott on a three-year contract and enrolled to study for a master's in PR online, a study program that would increase his knowledge in legal and ethical issues confronted by PR practitioners, and the analytic and creative skills necessary to excel in the profession as well as opportunities to analyze the effects of various strategies and practices in the workplace. (He soon could repeat that mouthful off by heart and it was the answer required in one of the final exam questions).

Nancy was overjoyed at having him back at the office and they went out for lunch and then to a motel. Lee had been surprised by the offer to have sex and perhaps should have said no but as Nancy said ruefully after he'd given her bald pussy a real pounding she'd surprised herself that she'd wanted him so much.

"We mustn't allow this to happen again," she said. Lee agreed but it appeared neither appeared convinced that agreement would hold.

Lee had secured a large apartment over two stores in a suburban part of the city and had views overlooking the river and across that to parkland. It was furnished beautifully and was really two large for one person but he decided to hold off advertising for someone to share the space. The rental was not exorbitant.

Two months later he was having lunch alone at a café when he recognized a woman carrying a tray and looking for a free table.

He stood and called, Mrs Cave over here."

"Oh hi Lee," said Lorraine Cave's mother. "This is a surprise."

"I've been working here in the city for two months," Lee said, seating her. "I worked here all last summer for a PR firm Winkler, Haines and Scott and now work with them permanently."

"Good heavens, Stewart Haines' parents have the ranch along our northern boundary. I remember the excitement of his parents when they went off to his graduation oh, more than ten years ago. He's a very lovely man."

They chatted and Eve said, "Are you aware Lorraine works here in Lambton?"

"No," Lee said in surprise.

"Yes she comes home at weekends. She's deputy to the patient services administrator at Lambton General Hospital."

"Omigod. Now that's a really big surprise. Look do you mind giving this card to her and..."

"No you call her. Here's her number. She stays at a rooming house and says she is bored mindless at nights because she only knows hospital people. She would welcome going out with you for a drink or a movie or whatever you young people do these days."

"It may shock you to know what we do these days Eve."

"Yes well looking at you that doesn't surprise me and I know she is missing that kind of attention from college."

"What she doesn't have a boyfriend?"

"No although guys hang about with her at weekends when she's up at the ranch she hasn't met anyone she likes."

"God I thought there would be a stampede of guys here in Lambton trying to date her."

"Well as you probably know Lorraine doesn't flaunt herself. In fact she is difficult to get to know I believe."

Returning to the office Lee called Lorraine.

"His it's Lee Briggs."

"Oh hi. Lovely to hear from you. How did you get my number?"

"I've just lunched with your mom."

"What you are here in Lambton?"

"Yes I've been here for the past two months. I'm with Winkler, Haines and Scott."

"Omigod this is an even bigger surprise. Um Stewart Haines grew up on a ranch next to us but I only knew him casually because he's about twelve years my senior."

"Yes small world isn't it? Eve said you are bored stiff socially and are eager to have sex."

"Did she now," Lorraine said stiffly.

"Actually she said you were bored socially. May I take you out for dinner tonight?"

"Are you sure my mother didn't say that I'm not having sex. It know my mother and..."

"Not a word in that direction Lorraine," Lee lied.

"Well if it's only for dinner yes. I would like to catch up with you."

They arranged to meet at the Pearl Chinese Restaurant.

Lee arrived early and stood to greet Lorraine when she was shown to the table. They kissed on the lips, gently.

She said encouragingly, "I'm so happy to see you again."

"You look lovelier than I remember."

She looked at him suspiciously and he added, "And I have a good memory." 




Finally a Female Who Stood Out



That made her smother a giggle and that was promising.

Alas was they were leaving the restaurant she said, "I must go. Good night and it was so lovely seeing you again."

He wanted to say what no sex, but instead said would they date again and she said she thought so and looked a mite disappointed when he failed to set up a new date.

As soon as Lee arrived home he called Eve.

"Lee have you any idea what time it is?"

"Sure just after 11:00."

"But we are country people," she protested.

"What does that mean you run on different time?"

She sighed and said it meant they got up earlier than city folk, er mainly. "It doesn't matter. What do you want and please don't say sex."

Lee laughed and said, "Was that a joke?

"Yes."

"Is your husband listening?"

"I'm not sure."

"Jeeze I'm sorry Eve. I called to say I took Lorraine out to dinner this evening and we had a lovely time. I really like her Eve. I need you to know that and I believe she went home very happy."

"Did you have sex?"

"No I don't believe it was available."

"Then how can you be happy? Guys always want it."

"Because for once in my life I'm marking time. I'm calling to ask if you get the chance could you put in a word or two in my favor... um without making Lorraine suspicious that you are in my camp."

"Oh I see. Your thinking is if my daughter knows I approve of you then she'll allow you to seduce her quicker than allowing nature to take its course?"

"Er something like that although I hadn't actually planned to ask for an endorsement, however thinly veiled. I called to let you know we have had a date and to thank you for opening the line of communication for me. Meeting you was a minor miracle Eve. Good night and sleep happily."

Eve put the phone down and said, "Well I never."

"Who the hell was that?" Charles grumbled. "From the one-sided conversation I heard it sounded like the guy wanted to seduce you as well as our daughter."

"I guess you could be right Charles but unfortunately he was calling only to say he'd dated Lorraine tonight and wished to thank me, thinking I'd still but up at this time of night, preparing to go to bed for sex."

"But you don't particularly like sex these days?"

"And who is your wildly inaccurate informant Charles?"

"Eh?"

"Never mind. That was Lee Briggs that nice guy we met at Lorraine's graduation dinner and I told you about over dinner tonight that I unexpectedly had lunch with him today. He was calling to thank me and to advise he'd just got home after taking Lorraine for dinner."

"Well he must be hot if she accepted a date as soon as he called her?"

"That was exactly my thought darling. Now should we see if we can get this important piece of you up and hard?"

"Yeah sure. I think you are now of the opinion that those two will marry?"

"You are rather clever at times Charles Cave. Oooh here we go. Do you mind if I work to get it stiffer?"

"Do I mind? Woman are you crazy? I always knew that Lorraine would finally find a guy who looked more than a perfect match for her."

Eve licked down the still wrinkled part-erection. "Actually it's probably the case of young Lee believing he's found his perfect match."

* * *

Lee was pacing his big workroom, in reality the lounge with the lounge furniture how stored in the third bedroom, looking out into darkness with Eminem's 'Recovery' album playing behind him. He couldn't believe he was so uptight over a female. What if she didn't really care; she liked him but did she really care for him?

He groaned and his phone went and he flipped it open, checked who was calling and said, "Hi Lorraine" and cracked into a big smile when she said hi. He hadn't expected her to call, he really hadn't... and she had. She must care!

"I'm so on edge, this is not like me. I felt the need to call someone and hoped you wouldn't mind. It was far too late to call mom because they're country folk and go to bed not long after sundown."

"On edge eh?"

"Yes I feel I sounded a little brusque when leaving you tonight."

"I hadn't noticed," Lee lied.

"I'm worried that you may have gone home thinking what a cold bitch."

"Me think that? I think you are a real honey, warm and charming and a real credit to the womanhood of this county and I expect you must get a little horny at times."

"Really? So you were expecting a grope or something much more?"

"No Lorraine but being optimistic I did stuff my pockets with twenty-three condoms."

She laughed and said he was funny. "The truth now, were you packing any?"

"Yeah a three-pack. And you?"

"I was packing a couple. I usually do. It's just one of the essentials like tissues and lipstick and a comb."

"Lorraine do you fuck? I'm in the dark about this."

"That's Eminem playing in the background?"

"Yes so you like Slim Shady?"

"Yes and despite what you may have heard at college I do like to fuck."

"That's good news because I have two other of his albums. Great news that you like sex. We do appear to have a great deal in common. We must have sex with this album playing."

"I'd like that. When?"

"Oh sometime. There's no immediate rush is there?"

"I suppose not."

"Then say goodnight and go to bed and dream. Then I want you here tomorrow at 8:00 with your two condoms. Right?"

"Right. I'd like that."

"Stay the night if you wish."

"If I do that you might found difficulty getting rid of me."

"There's one thing you mightn't know about me Lorraine and that is I'm very accommodating and if you like this set up and say so you'll be invited to share it."

"That sounds lovely," Lorraine said a little breathlessly. "Your address please."

THE END