0 comments/ 41626 views/ 3 favorites The Couch By: Foleyj98 When I met Nikki I didn't think I stood a chance. 22, honey blonde hair, gorgeous face, tight ass poured into stretch pants perched on open toed high heels. I was 3 years older and barely able to talk to her. But she liked my sense of humor and all the other dumb things I do. What I love is how uninhibited and horny she is. We can talk about anything and then just fuck afterwards. Lately, we hadn't been getting out much. So Saturday night we decided to get out of the house. We went downtown to a bar some friends own. Nikki looked amazing. Her belly button ring was peeking out of her tight shirt and I thought I'd lose my mind. We were talking to some friends of hers when something caught my eye. A girl who couldn't have been more then 21, blonde, tiny nose ring, tits bursting out of her halter top. My eyes followed her wherever she went in the bar. Nikki caught me. She slapped my hand, then kept talking to her girlfriends. I kept staring anyway. Nikki just gave up and waved me away. When we got to my apartment, I dropped onto the couch. Nikki crawled over. "Were you looking at that girl?" she asked. "Who?" I yawned. "The blonde. With the nose ring." She moved closer. "Oh. Her. Yeah." I tried to play it off. "Did you think she was hot?" "She's not you." "Answer the question." Her hand went for my crotch. "She was good looking." She unzipped my pants. I felt a buzz, shocked she wasn't more angry. "Do you want to fuck her?" Her fingers cradled my cock. She started to stroke. "Yeah." Her other hand disappeared under her skirt. Into her panties. "Mmmm. I bet you'd love to fuck her," she purred, "She was so fucking hot. Tell me how you'd fuck her." "I'd bend her over the couch." Her hand stroked me faster. "And I'd pull up her skirt. I'd stick my cock in. She'd moan. And squirm. I'd fuck her so hard." The hand in her panties moved faster. "Yeah. You'd fuck that bitch so hard. So fucking hard. That little slut..." I pictured the girl bent over the couch as I pulled her hair. "Would she like it? Tell me she'd like it," Nikki said, her hand sliding up and down my throbbing cock. "She'd like it. That slut would love it. She'd even want it in the ass." Nikki let out a squeal and pumped me harder as she stroked herself faster. "Right on the couch, Nikki. I'd fuck her ass right on the couch. Would you like that?" She was lost now. "I'd LOVE it. Tell me where you'd cum." "Right on her face, baby. Right on her face." Nikki leaned in. "Yeah! Cum for me, honey! Cum for me like you'd cum for her!" "Is that what you want?" Her hands went into overdrive. "YES!" I came all over face as she yelped in orgasm: "I'M CUMMING! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING! FUCK THAT SLUT!" Her hand slowed. She leaned back. So gorgeous, covered in my cum, still in her heels and skirt. She smiled and licked some cum off a silver fingernail. Two weeks later, we went out with some of my friends. As is typical of them, we ended up at a strip club. Nikki had gone to strip clubs before but never with me. She loved it. Every dancer she gave a dollar would come back and talk to her. They'd laugh and hug. I just looked on. Then one dancer came over. Tall, long brown hair, wrapped in leather, big lips and big heels. Unlike most of the other girls, she looked like she enjoyed her work. And she fell onto my lap. "Hi. I'm Christy." "Christy," I said, trying to defuse the situation, "have you met my girlfriend, Nikki?" Nikki grinned, "Will you dance for my boyfriend?" The next song started. Christy straddled me and went to work. Her body never left mine. It was the best lapdance I'd ever had. She'd put her chin and my lap and hum. I was so hard. Nikki just watched quietly. The song ended. Christy leapt onto Nikki. "You're beautiful," she said, "I'll do you for free." She danced all over Nikki. It was like I wasn't even there. After the song ended they talked quietly for a few minutes. Then Christy got up to leave. As she did, she whispered into my ear, her hot breath caressing my lobe, "I'll see you later." The second we got home Nikki threw me onto the couch and launched onto my lap. "Did you like Christy?" she asked as she started her own lapdance. "Yeah." "Good. Because she's coming over." "What?" "God. My nipples are so hard." She rubbed her tits through her tight shirt. A knock at the door. Nikki bolted up to answer it. Christy strolled in, now wearing jeans and a halter. She grabbed my girlfriend and rammed her tongue down her throat. I was in utter disbelief. Was my girl cool or what? They rubbed all over as they tore off pieces of clothing. Nikki dropped to her knees and pulled down my pants. She looked up at me as she stroked my cock. Then she just started sucking. Christy rubbed my ass and kissed me. Nikki's head bobbed up and down. I tried not to cum and pulled her up. We all touched each other. Christy stroked Nikki's pussy. Nikki bit her lip. "Fuck her, God. Please, fuck her." I licked Christy's nipple. "Is Nikki wet enough? Does she deserve it, Christy?" Christy licked her fingertips. "I...don't know." "Please, " Nikki moaned, "I can't..." Nikki looked like she'd faint. Then she stood straight up. She grabbed Christy's hand and licked her own juices off it. She turned to me. "Do you like this stripper? Huh? Her big fake tits? Those heels? That nipple ring? Do you want to fuck her? Huh?" I stroked myself. "I want to bend her over the couch." Nikki shoved Christy over the couch. Christy squealed in delight. Then Nikki laid down on the floor and spread her legs. "Me first." I never fucked her so hard. She kept cumming and cumming. Christy never moved. She just played with herself. Then Nikki pulled me out and led me over to Christy. "Fuck her. Fuck her in the ass. Fuck that dirty stripper in the ass for your girlfriend." She bent over and sucked my cock, lubing it. Then she shoved me up Christy's ass. I almost came right then. But I concentrated on kissing Nikki as Christy panted away. "Fuck her," Nikki said, "So hot. You're fucking a stripper right in front of your girlfriend. Does that get you hot, baby?" Her fingers slid over her dripping cunt and she licked my nipple. "I'm gonna cum!" I groaned. "Cum on her tits!" yelled Christy. I pulled out and Christy jerked me off as she played with herself. Nikki squeezed her tits together. "I'm cumming!" Christy screamed as she kept pumping me. That did it. My cum flew out all over Nikki's tits. I was in ecstasy. Cum dripped off my girlfriend as both girls rushed to lick it up. They shared a squishy cum filled kiss. It stayed like that for a few minutes. Then Nikki gave me a big kiss. We all collapsed on the couch and I squeezed Nikki tight. The Couch “Bend over, slut.” I did as he asked. I was already naked from the waist down; the bra was hanging haphazardly off my shoulders, the clasp freed in the back and my breasts touched the cool leather of the couch. I was bent over from the waist, knees on the floor, facing the front of the couch. He reached over for one arm, cuffed a wrist, and then cuffed the other to its counterpart behind my back. Oh, we mustn’t forget the blindfold for effect; the helpless heightening of the senses is truly a wondrous thing. I was already breathing heavily – he had barely touched me, and I was growing impatient. Not that I could help it. I felt something cold touch the bottoms of my thighs – a spreader bar. Ooh. Helpless to even see, I was bent over, legs unable to close. That always did it for me. He was on a roll today. Cheek against the leather, I couldn’t wait for whatever was coming. He took a finger and quickly teased my hole; a quick, upward motion, with a very slight pause to linger at the entrance of my cunt. I squirmed. I wanted more. He chuckled slightly. This always amused him. Taking the same finger, he slowly traced it over my ear, neck, then my back. I shivered. He lightly bit the inside curve of my hip, and I squirmed again; he was always going for my weak spots. Finally, I felt a finger at my cunt again. Just at the entrance, yet hesitating to go in. I bucked back lightly, encouraging. Please, I need something to fill me. I was growing unaware of my ever-increasing whines. Teasingly slow, he put a thick, long finger in me. It slipped in easily; my juices started flowing since the handcuffs. The first entrance was always the best. I couldn’t help but moan to show appreciation. He slowly twisted the finger out, and pushed it back in quickly. Then massaged my g-spot. My ass couldn’t help but wriggle over the couch, and my moans were growing louder. He was so good with his hands. And then suddenly, a hard spank on one of my asscheeks. I gave an encouraging groan. And again, in the same place, while he was still fingering. I twisted and writhed; I loved the flash of pain, so quickly gone, but leaving a fading mark. Abruptly stopping everything, there was a pause as I sensed him shift behind me, and then felt a wet tongue tease and lick all over my pussy. But it was short-lived. He only did it to tease, for a few seconds. I moaned in protest, but he quickly shut that up when I sensed him move again, and felt his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass. He did so love to tease. I grinded against him, wanting him to fuck me, so badly. Whimpered again. I needed it. “What do you want, hmm? You want my cock, is that it?” “Yes.. please.. mm..” “What does that make you, huh? You want cock so badly,” he said, his hands groping my ass and reaching down to lightly pinch my nipples. I groaned again. “It makes me a slut. A bitch. Your bitch. Please, fuck me.” He was rock-hard at this point… I did love that power, making him hard without even touching him. He positioned it at the opening of my cunt, putting it in only a few precious millimeters. He knew how to drive me crazy. He spanked me a few more times, and after the last one, when I was still panting and moaning from it, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him, thrusting in as much as he could. God, I loved that. The first penetration. It was slightly painful, but I loved that too. I bit my lip and my sex noises filled the room. He started to fuck me slowly, getting my cunt accustomed to his dick. After a few strokes, he started slamming into me, holding onto my hips to thrust into me fully. I found it incredibly arousing that even if I wanted him to stop, I couldn’t close my legs because of the spreader bar, and with my hands cuffed behind my back, he could just push my body down on the couch to prevent me from getting up. My pussy dripped, from this thought. Each stroke he gave me stretched me out, barely hitting the end of me. I loved that; that he could reach me that deeply, and touch the end. It was getting harder now, and that was how I liked it. Every few strokes, he’d give me a nibble or a spank. My ass must’ve been so red at that point (that burning feeling was the best). This went on for a while; my pussy contracting every time he pulled out for maximum tightness, because I knew he loved that. I could tell he was close when he breathed more heavily, and took hold of one of my shoulders for an even harsher stroke. The slight pain with every push, it was delicious. He took hold of some of my hair, then, from the roots, and pulled. Lightly at first, and as he grew louder, the hold grew tighter. With the final stroke, I felt his cum erupting inside me. Sticky juices coated and ran down the insides of my thighs. My heart was still thumping wildly, and spent, I lay on the couch catching my breath. The Couch "Hey! What are you doing here? I thought you had a date tonight," Sam asked me, sitting next to me on the couch. "Well, I did have a date, but it didn't work out." "What happened?" he asked, brushing one of his slender hands through his hair. "Let's see...we got to the restaurant, where he accidentally let it slip out that I was basically just a revenge date, and that he was hoping to run into his ex, because he just happened to know she was eating dinner there too. I excused myself to the bathroom, called a cab, and here I am," I smiled at him. "What about you? Weren't you supposed to be out also?" "Yeah, well, she stood me up. Never showed up after I waited for like, an hour. I decided she was never coming, so I left." "Sounds like you had it worse off than I did." "Haha. Very funny," his eyes drifted to the television. "What are you watching?" "Nothing really. Just bored," I replied. I shifted my body on the sofa so that I face him, by black miniskirt riding up just a little. His eyes flickered to it for just a moment. I smiled at him, knowing he had a crush on me. "Yeah, me too. Want to go get a bite to eat or something?" "No...I'd rather stay in," I said, taking his jacket off. I nestled into his shoulder and he put his arm around me. "What's this all about?" he asked as thunder roared outside. "You know I hate the rain. You make me feel safe. That's all." "Okay," he replied. I could feel his heartbeat increase as he noticed how close his hand was to the swell of my breasts. His eyes drifted down to the first two buttons of my shirt that just happened to be unbuttoned to show quite a bit of cleavage. He stirred a little, shifting in the couch. "You know, you look amazing in that outfit. Bet whoever that loser was who asked you out is kicking himself right now," he said, awkwardly. Sam never was good at complimenting a girl. He always blushed. It was so adorable. "Thanks," I answered, turning my face up to meet his. "It's a shame I wasted it on that asshole." "You didn't waste it." "What do you mean?" "I'm here." I smiled at him, knowing that he wanted to kiss me but was too afraid. Giving in to my own desires, I leaned in and gently touched my lips to his. I lingered there for only a moment before pulling away. Our eyes met, before his drifted to my lips. He kissed me, running his right hand through my hair. It was like heaven! It had been so long since I had been kissed my lips melted into his. His tongue gently flicked against my lips, begging to be let in. I opened my mouth and our tongues met, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel myself becoming wet. I knew I was going to have him tonight. His kiss became more forceful as he pressed my face into his. He tasted so sweet! As his right hand held my head to his, his left drifted down, first caressing my neck, then slowly drifted down to my breast. He lingered there, his hand covering it, massaging it gently. He parted his lips from mine, and moving my hair back, he gently kissed my neck while still massaging my breast. His tongue danced across my neck as he sucked. I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to feel him on me. Expertly, I lifted my leg and straddled him on the couch. I could feel the hardness between his legs, pressing against my throbbing wetness. Pulling his shirt off, I rubbed my hands all across his hairless, well-toned chest, as he licked my lips. His fingers found the buttons of my shirt and quickly had them undone. He gently slid my shirt off, exposing my black bra underneath. As he kissed my neck again, each of his hands slid across my chest before drifting to my back to undo the clasp. His kisses drifted to my shoulder as he gently tugged my bra off and dropped it on the ground. His hands wandered down my back, only stopping to grab my ass, lifting me up from him. His mouth found my breast. First, he only kissed the top of it. Then his tongue began making magic, until finally his mouth closed over my already-hard nipple. He sucked at it greedily, gently biting it. I shivered in ecstasy, knowing he could give me exactly what I wanted. As he sucked at my nipple, I reached down and felt his hardness with my hands, making him grind up against them. I unbuttoned his jeans, reached inside his boxers and pulled out his organ, rubbing my hands up and down the shaft. He began to moan with pleasure, his hips rising up and down with the motion of my hands. One of his hands drifted from my ass and found my throbbing wetness. His touch was gentle at first, feeling me through my lace panties. Then, he moved them aside, touching my clit. A gasp escaped from my lips as he entered a finger inside me, then two. His fingers worked up and down as he pulled away from my breast. He looked up at me, his eyes full of passion and love. I moved away from him, sliding down onto the floor in front of him. Knowing exactly what I was about to do, he put his hand behind my head, guiding me to his throbbing member. I kissed the head first, teasing him. I licked his full length, circling my tongue around his girth. It was too much for him. He forced my mouth onto him, moaning in pleasure. I began to suck him, harder and harder as he pleaded for me too. My tongued found his head each time he moved my head up and down. His member began to quiver, and I knew he was close to orgasm. I pulled away from him, not wanting him to release just yet. "I want you. Now," I said, lying down on the floor. Without a moment of hesitation, Sam was up from the couch, pulling down his jeans and his boxers. I stared in wonder at his fully erect organ hovering over me. He knelt down beside me, kissing me hard as he slid my skirt and panties off. As if in pure defiance, he let his kisses drift to my neck, chest, then down to my stomach, and finally to my wetness. He nibbled at my clit, pulling at it. He spread my legs as his tongue found my opening, darting in and out. I cried out in pleasure as he tasted me, my hips making humping motions in the air as if he was already fucking me. "Please!" I begged. "I need you!" With one last taste of me, he moved his body on top of me, his organ pressing against the inside of my thigh. "Is this what you want?" he whispered, grinding against me. "Yes!" I cried out, grabbing his back and pulling him to me. I kissed him again as he spread my legs wider. With one hand, I found his organ and guided him inside me, shivering as I felt his penetration. He pumped slowly, almost completely exiting me before pushing himself hard inside. My hips moved with him in his slow rhythm. Then, he began pumping harder and faster. My nails dug into his back as I held onto him, my body exploding into orgasm. I felt him quiver inside me as he drove into me one last time. I held him there, my body still reeling from my own climax as he came inside me, sending his cum shooting through my body. I moaned in ecstasy. I didn't want to let him go. "I love you," he whispered into my ear, rolling off of me. Feeling utterly spent, I kissed his cheek. "I love you too." He wrapped his arms around me, one hand idly fondling my still aroused nipple. "Why didn't we ever do this before?" The Couch I was home alone, sitting on my couch, watching TV. My parents were gone for the weekend, celebrating their anniversary, and my brother was out on a date. Well, he was supposed to be. I hear car doors slamming outside and in a few minutes my brother walks through the door with his new girlfriend, who I have never seen before. She's a medium height, curvy blond, with a lacy camisole and jean skirt. My brother gives me a look that says "why the hell are you here?" Well, I am here, so he'll just have to deal. He breaks his glare as the cell phone in his pocket starts to vibrate. He looks at the caller ID and tells whoever this girl is that he's sorry but he has to take this call. It's probably his boss, who my brother argues with constantly. Seriously, I don't even see why he hasn't been fired yet. Anyway, my brother flips open the phone and runs quickly upstairs. The blond, spotting me, walks over to the couch and sits down next to me. "Hi, my name's Gina," she tells me enthusiastically. "I'm Alexis" I reply as I glance at her and then turn back to the television. "So, your brother tells me you're a sophomore this year?" "Yep." She looks like she's probably a senior, like my brother. "You have a boyfriend?" she asks. "Yah." As you can see, I'm just enthralled with this conversation. "Aw, why aren't you two out tonight?" "He's out of town this weekend." "So... how far have you two gotten?" This totally blows me out of the water. I wasn't really paying attention to what she's been saying, but now I'm all ears, and definitely alarmed. She notices my discomfort. "Sorry, I don't mean to be to forward... I was just wondering..." The look on her face makes me answer truthfully "Never past second base." "Really?" she replies, scooting closer. "That's a shame... such a pretty girl like you." Now my heart is racing, and I can't scoot over anymore, seeing as I'm already up against the armrest. Gina reaches out and softly strokes my cheek; I shudder at her touch. "Alexis" she whispers. "A pretty name for such a pretty girl..." Gina slowly leans forward and kisses me gently on the lips. I pull back, still too deer-in-the-headlights to say anything. Gina smiles and gently grabs my face as she kisses me again, holding me to her mouth. I begin kissing her back and her tongue slides into my mouth, playing with mine. I moan as Gina lays on top of me, my feet coming up and sliding onto the couch to keep my balance. Now laying on the couch with me pinned on the bottom, Gina slides her hands into my hair and begins to grope me; I do the same. We make out for a few minutes and then Gina's hands slip underneath my t-shirt, slowly pulling it up. She breaks the kiss and pulls the shirt over my head, exposing my white sports bra. She proceeds to pull this off too and moans at the sight of my hard nipples. For a moment reality snaps back to me and I realize how caught up I am becoming. I try to sit up on my elbows as I say "Gina, wait—" Gina cuts me off as she kisses me again, harder and with a greater sense of lust and urgency. Again I moan into her mouth as she sucks on my tongue. Having effectively silenced me, she moves down to my c cup breasts, taking the left in her hand and the right in her mouth. My head rolls back and my breathing becomes more labored as I feel the growing wetness in my pussy. Gina continues to massage my breasts, tweaking and biting every once in a while, making me gasp and moan. She takes off her own cami, under which there is no bra (surprise, surprise) and kisses me hard on the mouth once more, our breasts crashing against one another, smothered by the two of ourselves pulling in together. I gasp for breath as Gina breaks free and gracefully pushes herself down the couch, positioning herself at my hips. She licks my stomach as she slowly pulls down my knit shorts and thong along with it. After successfully pulls them off my legs, she separates them, hanging one leg over the back of the couch and letting the other hand over the side. Breathless, I shift a little in the couch. Gina senses how uncomfortable I am with the whole situation and tells me "Don't worry Alexis, it's all worth it." Gina looks at me and smirks, and then lowers her face to my pussy. I felt her tongue slip between my pussy's lips and groaned, my back arching into her mouth. Gina teased me at first, licking the sensitive area around my pussy, biting tenderly on the lips. She then moved onto my clit, biting, sucking, and licking it. I squirmed, shuddered, and moaned beneath her touch. Then, Gina quickly dove into my pussy, tongue pushing up my vagina, face grinding against my groin. I ground back, pushing against her mouth. Gina lifted her face from my pussy, leaving me feeling suddenly empty and alone. Then, she stuck her finger in slowly, all the way up to her knuckle. She gained speed and added another finger, pushing in harder and faster. I keyed into her rhythm, no longer able to watch, my head rolling back as I moaned even louder. Suddenly, I felt the orgasm shudder through me, racking my body, and I came on Gina's fingers. She quickly moved forward and licked my juiced from my pussy as I lay gasping for air. And I believe that's when my brother walked down the stairs. So, as I lay there, still gasping for air, I hear something come from over at the stairwell. "What the fuck?" Yah, well, apparently my brother had come down the stairs just as Gina had started fingering me, and that basically stopped him in his tracks. And now that things had quieted down, it seemed he had finally gotten his voice back. Gina looked up and smiled at my brother. I didn't feel like giving the effort to move, and my face had already turned bright red from embarrassment. Gina got up off of the couch and approached my brother—topless, none the less. Then, from the sounds of it, she slammed him up against the wall and kissed him hard, and I thought I heard my brother moan into her mouth. After a few moments, she led him back down the stairs and they came into my sight. Gina proceeded to throw him into the armchair (which, if you were wondering, was facing the couch on an angle) and sit on his lap, straddling his legs. He had that same deer-in-the-headlights look that I had displayed before. Gina just gave a small lap and then, leaning forward, put her hands in his hair and kissed him hard. After a few minutes, Gina sat up and teasingly brushed her hand over the erect cock bulging in his pants. "You're such a naughty boy, aren't you?" she asked him with a smile as she took off his shirt and ran her hands down his chest. "I think you'd like to see more." My brother (whose name is Nick) just stared as she stood up and slipped her skirt and g-string off, now completely naked, like me. Gina walked over to me and said, "Now we're putting on a show." Oh god. Gina laid back down on top of me, kissing me roughly as she began playing with my clit with her left hand. I was so aroused by her that I didn't even think about the fact, or for that matter care, that my brother was watching the two of us. I moaned loudly and returned the favor, groping her as my tongue explored her mouth. Our kiss became more passionate as I then became more turned on by the fact that my brother was sitting in the armchair watching. Gina moved her head down to my breasts, tweaking, biting, massaging, and groping them as she had done before. Both of us are so excited by this point, we're writhing almost spastically. My head rolls back as I moan loudly and pull Gina's head in closer to my breasts. From the armchair I hear my brother moan with me and as I glance over I see he's jacking off. Oh god; my brother is giving himself a handjob... while watching me... Something inside my head tries to tell me that this is very wrong, but I just moan even louder, so aroused between Gina and my brother that I can hardly stand it. Gina then slides down my body, this time she not stopping at my pussy, but merely brushing against it, making me shudder. She then inverts herself, so her feet are facing mine, and slides in between my legs so that our legs interlock. I don't realize what she is doing until suddenly, her hot wet pussy touches mine and I gasp at the sensation. Gina then starts humping me, and I eagerly hump back, our two fleshy pussies grinding against each other, making an almost squishy noise as our juices mix. We moan and whimper together as I begin fondling my breasts. Then, we grow more urgent, grinding even harder. I now feverishly grope my breasts, tweaking and pinching my nipples so much it hurts. Together we both begin panting and moaning at the same time, humping as hard as we possibly can against each other's pussy, violently shuddering and groaning so loud it begins to turn to screaming. I open my eyes for a moment and glance at my brother, whose moans have melded with ours as he intensely rams his hand up and down his shaft. I see him shoot off his load as my head rolls back and my eyes flutter shut, my throat hoarse from exertion. Finally, Gina and I climax together, screaming louder than before, and my back arches as the waves of my orgasm convulse through me. The three of us lay there for few minutes, lost in the aftershocks of our own individual orgasms, panting loudly as we try to catch our breath. My brother is the first to speak, as I hear him moan, "Oh god..." Gina smiled. "See, I told you," she said to my brother, "I knew you were a dirty boy." He groaned. "I bet you want to fuck me right now, don't you?" she asked. Another groan. "Well, I think you're going to have to wait, because right now, all I want is to swallow that dick of yours." Me and my brother groaned together. "Plus, you're sister needs a lesson..." Hold on, what?!? This is my brother we're talking about here! Does oral sex count as incest? She motioned for him to get up and come over, and he obliged, with a somewhat quizzical look on his face. Then Gina motioned for him to sit on the coffee table, situated right in front of the couch. She lowered herself onto the floor in front of him and then turned to me. "Alexis, come sit on the couch right behind me, so you can see this... and so your brother can finger you." Again, wooahh there! It was one thing for my brother to see me... but to, you know... do... Oh well, I moved over. So now, this is the set up. My brother's sitting on the coffee table, with Gina sitting on the floor, right in front of him and his beginning-to-return hard on. Then there was me, who was on the couch, right behind Gina, almost straddling her because there isn't a whole lot of room between the couch and the coffee table. But that sure as hell didn't stop Gina. She began by lightly stroking my brother's dick, almost caressing it with his fingertips. He shuddered at her touch. She then moved one hand back to his balls, lightly ticking then, teasing him. Then she moved her head down, and licked, starting at his head and slowly moving all the way to the base, taking her time. She was definitely teasing him. Gina then licked the head, lightly flicking it, causing my brother let out a slight moan; whether it was from the flicking or the fact she was teasing him so much, I'm not sure. She then finally took him into her mouth, starting with just the head. From what I could tell, she was swirling it with her tongue and sucking on it, which, judging by my brother's face, was a pretty good combination. Gina moved her way up his shaft, taking in a little more, moving out, and then taking in more still. Now my brother was really starting to breathe hard, and beginning to thrust into Gina's mouth almost impatiently. Then, I noticed that I was beginning to thrust a little too, I was becoming so wrapped up in what was happening around me. There's something about Gina... And that's when my brother began playing with my pussy. He must have noticed me thrusting as I watched Gina giving him the blow job. And the scary thing is, I didn't do a single thing. We were both so wrapped up in this sexual frenzy that nothing really mattered except raw lust and intuition. He moaned as he felt how wet my pussy was, playing with my clit between his fingers. Then, without warning, he plunged two of his fingers into me and I let out a low groan. It was different than it had been with Gina, with her two petite, soft and feminine fingers inside of me. His were bigger, and rougher as they began to move in and out of me in time with Gina on his dick, feeling all my crevices and pushing against me. Now I really began thrusting against him, wanting his to plunge deeper and hit that spot I new was inside of me. I moaned louder as I began tweaking and caressing my nipples while thrusting, watching my brother finger me, and watching Gina blowing him. There was so much going on, it was so easy to get lost in it, yet, part of me wanted to see everything that was going on... I almost admired my brother for being able to concentrate on fingering me while Gina was working him so hard. I was barely able to see strait. I saw my brother begin to thrust harder and faster into Gina, and she matched his speed. He then looked at me, and our eyes met for one moment... but we weren't brother and sister any more. We were with Gina. He put one more finger in me and I gasped, which turned into a loud almost guttural moan. He also sped up, matching his pace with Gina, pumping into me hard and spreading me harder and farther than I thought possible. Then he pushed even harder into me, bending the tips of his fingers as he reached as far as he could, pushing me in a way that made me squirm and groan. "Oh God, Nick... ohhh... harder, please... God Nick..." The words sprang out of my mouth from nowhere, and instantly he began to thrust even harder, moaning as I used his name. I began to scream as I began to climax and I sensed that everyone around me was in a similar state. I heard Gina groan as my brother shot off into her mouth and I then immediately screamed as another orgasm crashed over me. I laid back on the couch as my brother withdrew his fingers, breathing heavily as my heart continued to race. Just as I thought that we might all be done, Gina turns to me and says, "Okay Alexis, now it's your turn." "Turn to.....? Oh..." Yah, that... about that.... I was about to tell Gina no, and then I looked at her and realized I couldn't. Something about her made me want to do whatever she said. Besides, my brother had already fingered me on our own fucking couch, for chirst sakes. This couldn't get much worse, short of actual sex. I decided that if I didn't act now, my head might clear and I would refuse and run upstairs. Gina slid out of the way, and I slid down to take her place in front of my brother. Can guys really do this so many times in a row? I guess I was about to find out... okay, too much thinking; less thinking, more doing. At first, I couldn't even bring myself to touch my brother's dick. He was leaning back on the table, his head back. I think he was still recovering from his last orgasm and hadn't even realized that me and Gina had switched. Well, okay, I'll just pretend I'm Gina... that'll make it easier. First, I just took his dick into my hands, and began to stroke it, feel it. My brother kept his head back and groaned, "Oh God Gina... again?" I didn't say anything, but took his head into my mouth, as Gina had before. I swirled the top with my tongue, gave it a hard, sharp suck followed by a blow. Again, he remained leaned back and moaned. I took this to be a good sign, and took more into my mouth, beginning to lightly massage his balls with my right hand, and taking the rest of his cock in my left. I tried not to gag as I continued to take more into my mouth. Then, my brother sat up. And saw me. Immedietly, I felt his dick begin to spring up in my mouth as it became erect. He then moaned at the sight of his sister giving him a blowjob. Now he began to thrust into my mouth, as I strived not to gag and became more wrapped up in the sensation of him inside of my mouth and throat. He groaned loudly, his body shuddering, as he said, "Oh God... oh fuck, Alexis...." We continued, moving together, going faster, gaining speed, until... "Mmmm, you two... so fucking sexy... but God Nick, I want you to cum inside of me. Get on the couch, now." Well, by this point we both knew, you do what Gina says. So, reluctantly, my brother pulled out of my mouth and climbed up on the couch. "Mmm, oh yah, fuck, look at that hard on.... Mmmm.... God I want that inside of me... come on Nick, give it to me hard." Gina was laying down on the couch, and Nick moved up and positioned himself at her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him as he inserted the head of his dick into her vagina. "Oh yes, mmmm, you know what to do." Nick slowly began pushing inside of Gina, her hips bucking up toward him, inviting him to come in even farther. Slowly, he continued to push, until he was as far in as he could go, grabbing Gina's ass and pulling her into him. Both gave a low groan as they held it, and then Nick began to recede, slowly. I could tell that Nick was driving Gina crazy by going so slow, and I was beginning to feel it as well, as I had begun to mimic their movements on myself with my fingers. Gina looked over at me and smiled and said, "Come over here, Alexis... let me help you with that." I gave her a look that said "I have no idea what the hell you're talking about" and she gave a small laugh and said, "Kneel over me, doggy style, facing your brother." I still wasn't quite sure what she was talking about, but I got up and tried to figure it out as I went along. She said to face my brother, and then kneel over her, so I faced him and climbed over her, my legs and arms straddling my body... And then I gasped as I realized what she had meant as she stuck three of her slender fingers into my pussy from behind. She moved them in and out in time with Nick with her one hand, and then played with my clit with the other. My brother moaned and began thrusting faster into Gina. "Oh God yes, Nick... you know how I like it.... harder, faster...." Nick obliged, continuing to thrust hard and fast into Gina, who in response, thrust hard and fast into me. My back arched at the sensation, and I found myself looking into my brother's eyes. After a moment's hesitation, we both reached out and violently kissed, my hands deep in his hair, and his hands cupping my face and one of my breasts. Filled with lust and desire, we kissed deeply, our tongues thrashing and hands groping. Amazingly, Nick also managed to continue to thrust into Gina, and she into me. The sensation of Gina fingering me and my brother kissing and groping me felt like almost too much to be contained; I though I might just explode. My brother fervently kissed and bit down my neck, coming to my breasts. He worked one with his mouth, licking, nipping, and biting it, while he did the other with his hand, groping and tweaking. I moaned louder than I had before—which, is really really saying something—and began to cry out as I pulled my brother's head in closer to me, "Nick... oh God... GINA... don't stop... harder... oh god!" My brother brought his mouth back up to mine and we kissed again, him moaning into my mouth as he continued to fuck Gina. We all felt a climax coming, Nick thrusting hard, Gina beginning to scream, finger fucking and playing with my clit at the same time, and me, kissing my brother, my nails digging into his back and my back arching. I was the first to cum as I screamed into my brother's mouth. He came shortly after, shooting into Gina, who then followed suit. Slowly, my brother and I withdrew from our embrace and he pulled his dick out of Gina, who also withdrew her fingers from me. Sweaty and exhausted, all three of us collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily, knowing that this time we were truly done. The Couch "Hell," Gina said, "I'd fuck with you two siblings any day." The Couch She sat in the waiting room quietly. Her back straight and her legs crossed primly, looking like the lady everyone thought she was. She looked elegant. Her light brown hair was pulled back tightly in a small bun making her deep blue eyes the showcase of her beautiful face. Her red silk blouse was unbuttoned enough just to show the hint of cleavage, but not enough to be considered a slut by the other women who watched her jealously. It fit almost tightly showing her perfect curves and ended at the waist of her almost-black blue skirt. She had drawn the attention of every man in the room who were trying desperately not to look her way but couldn't contain themselves. "Kendall," a woman's voice called from the door that leads into the patient area. Without responding, she grabbed her clutch purse and slowly walked to the door, swinging her hips to give the watching men the show they wanted. She silently followed the woman until she was led to the office suite of her new psychologist. "Go ahead in. He's ready for you," the lady said smiling. Kendall returned the smile. With one last look at herself in the mirror that hung in the hall, she checked her deep red lipstick, then opened and walked through the door. Catching sight of him, his head was down so all she saw was his broad shoulders and his head of hair. Dark brown, sprinkled with grey. He was writing notes in a folder and had yet to look up at her. She frowned inwardly at his inattention to her entrance but didn't show it on her face. She came to a stop in front of his desk and said, "Well?" Without looking up he pointed to a chair and said, "Have a seat, I'll be with you as soon as I finish this up. Won't be but a moment." She took her seat in a soft and very comfortable leather chair. This time she chose to cross her legs at her ankles, careful not to scrape her red pumps together, knowing that from his view, he'd be able to see a little up her skirt, but not completely. Her clutch on the side of her lap, she placed her arms confidently on the armrests and began to inventory his office. Family picture with beautiful wife and child on the desk, family vacation pictures on various bookshelves, the token Picasso prints on the wall. And, yes, the common cliché of all psychologists, the couch. A long, dark brown leather chaise lounge rested in the corner behind her. Her imagination flared. "Okay, um....Kendall. Mind if I call you Kendall? I try and keep things on an informal level. So, looking at your file, this is the first time you've been in counseling. Is that correct?" She nodded in agreement. "Well, then, let's talk. Why are you here?" The question hung out in the air between them. Her pussy ignited, the heat rising quickly between her legs causing her to shift ever so slightly. He watched her, seeking to see a hidden meaning within her demeanor and reactions. His eyes matched hers in radiant color but were framed with laugh lines. A prominent nose and a strong chin gave him a chiseled look. Not gorgeous, but handsome enough, she knew that his lips would be on hers shortly. "I'm a whore," Kendall responded matter-of-factly. He began scribbling for a second and then asked her to continue. "What else is there to say? I'm a whore." He stopped writing. Looking up, his eyes paused on her exposed thighs just briefly before he brought them up to look in hers. He could see raw hunger in them; he didn't look away. "I see," he said, pausing for effect. "So, then I assume that you have an expansive sexual appetite?" he ended it as a question waiting for her to answer. "Yes, I love to be fucked if that's what you're trying to say. And when I'm not being fucked, I'm thinking about being fucked. Or I'm thinking about sucking cock, or having my pussy eaten. Sometimes I have to fuck myself in a public bathroom before I try to rape a man who may or may not have looked at me." She waited for his response, still holding his gaze, challenging him with her eyes. She could feel the wetness of her pussy and had a hard time not putting her hands between her legs. She was thinking of mounting his mouth right there. "And what do you think brings on this obsession, Kendall?" he said as he leaned back in his chair. She could see a bulge in his pants; he was already getting excited. "Cock. I can't get enough of it. It's my drug of choice. I always want a long, hard cock filling me. I want to suck on it, ride it, feel it pounding my pussy. I'm addicted to cock." Just saying the word cock over and over again had her ready to suck on his, to feel its tip in the back of her throat as she fondled his sac in her hands. She spread her legs apart slightly, hoping he could just barely see that she wasn't wearing any panties. He mumbled something unintelligible as he scribbled a little more on his notepad. She looked at the bulge in his crotch again and noticed it had grown. She smiled as her pussy simmered in its own juices. His reaction to her words was now evident and the thought of climbing on his shaft was wreaking havoc in her mind. "Kendall, it sounds to me like you're a woman in her sexual prime. You're...let's see...thirty-six years old, you're obviously very attractive and I'm sure that men notice you wherever you go. Nothing abnormal about any of that. Plenty of women love sex with the same ardor. I'm not sure that you have a problem we need to discuss." She smiled her devious smile and her eyes lit as she said, "Oh, Dr. Klein, I'm not here to discuss any problems." His eyebrows rose. The blue of his eyes sparkling in challenge. "Then, Kendall," he paused,"what are you here for?" She spread her legs even more while pulling the hem of her skirt up her thighs until her smoothly shaved pussy was fully exposed. "I want to fuck on your couch," she said as she began to run a finger through her slit, spreading her essence around getting her lips completely wet. Her labia were full, protruding, and tantalizing. He watched her, his prick completely stiff in his pants. She was sex unleashed as she dared him with her eyes to ravish her with animal-like abandon. He looked at his watch. Already fifteen minutes of their hour had passed as he quickly did the calculation in his head. Then he leaned forward and said, "How do you taste?" She giggled exquisitely as she stuck two fingers inside of her sex, reaching deeply, while watching his eyes watch her. She then stuck her two wet fingers in her mouth and moaned as the salty sweetness hit her tongue. She loved the taste of herself. She knew he'd love the taste of her too. "Good, very fucking good," she breathed. "Care to taste?" Instantly he stood and strode around to her chair. Dropping quickly to his knees he plunged his face into her cunt hungrily. She lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders as he licked her pussy from top to bottom in long strides, savoring the tanginess of her juices. She put a hand inside of her shirt and under her bra, pinching her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger gently, bringing it to life. Her pussy ached at being filled, but she didn't want things to end too quickly. Using only his mouth, he probed and prodded her sex with his tongue. Touching, tasting, teasing. He'd suck one lip in hard, rolling his tongue over it, and would then release and do the same to the other. She rested her head against the back of the chair as he worked his tongue in and out and all around her. She could feel his chin sliding over her skin because she was so wet. She scooted her ass down a bit, pushing her pussy into his face, leaving her ass just hanging onto the edge of the seat. From underneath, he stuck a finger inside of her, sliding it in and out as his mouth worked her with the same rhythm. She cooed under her breath at his touch. Hearing her pleasure, he stuck another finger inside to join the first. Her legs tightened, squeezing against the side of his face as her hips began to move. She couldn't believe how wet she had become. Using his hands he pried her legs from his shoulders and then swept one arm under her legs and one behind her back and lifted her off the chair easily. He easily walked over to the couch, his throbbing tool pressing hard against his zipper. Laying her down so that she was half sitting up against the back of the couch. He pulled her skirt up to her waist. "Unbutton your shirt," he commanded as he unzipped his trousers. She did as he said, her breath coming in gasps of anticipation. Finished with the buttons, she then undid the front clasp of her bra, her breasts flexing at the release from their prison. He stared at her perfect body. Her milky white skin was soft in his hands. Her tits were a perfect size; not too large, not too small. Her pussy was absolutely beautiful, though a bit red from his attention. And her hips were marvelously shaped. Enough curvature to show that she was absolutely a woman, but not so much that it threw her body's shape out of balance. He imagined grabbing them and using them to hold himself as he rammed her from behind. "Are you just going to watch me, Dr. Klein, or are you going to fuck me?" Her hands were back at her pussy, sliding over, in and around. "Kendall, patience. If we're going to release you from this addiction, it's going to take time. This will be the first of many sessions." His penis was fully engorged and sticking out from his open fly. She could see it move in time with his pulse. With that she pushed herself up and launched herself at him, her mouth opening and engulfing his hardness. She pulled at his pants, tugging them till they slid down his hips and ended in a pool at his feet. She stroked his shaft, following her hand with her mouth as she sucked hard each time she reached the tip. Using a twisting motion with her stroke, the sensations that ran through his balls and up his anus caused his head to lean back involuntarily. He put his hand on her head grabbing the tightly-rolled bun. Standing over her while she knelt on the couch, he felt like a king. She cupped his balls, squeezing softly, massaging and every once-in-awhile reached underneath with her finger to touch his asshole ever so softly. She could feel his cock jump in her mouth every time she did that. She stopped sucking for a bit and rubbed the head of his prick over her face. He looked down at her. She traced a line from her lips to her right cheek back to her lips with a kiss then to her left cheek, the whole time staring into his lustful eyes. She popped his prick back into his mouth then out again, teasing him with both hand and mouth. He'd had enough teasing, so hand still on her hair he pulled firmly until she relented. Bending down to his knees, placing them on the couch, he hovered over her. He licked at her nipple while she rested on her elbows under him. She giggled at the sensation of his tongue lightly flicking back and forth from nipple to nipple. She lowered herself under him and pulled his hips to have him positioned between her legs. "Fuck me now," she demanded. "Fuck me hard." He obliged by aiming his cock toward her dripping hole and plunging deep and hard. She cried out softly at the shock of being entered so roughly, and then settled in to enjoy the pleasure of being filled. Her pussy contracted as he pushed in and pulled out, each time caressing his shaft, coaxing the pleasure out of him. She grabbed the back of his neck to steady herself as she raised her legs to allow him deeper into her pussy. "Fuck your whore," she whispered into his ear. "Fuck your dirty whore." His cock was fully engaged inside of her, the head expanded to the max, rubbing her inner walls, teasing her g-spot with each thrust. Looking into her eyes as he thrusted in and out of her, he smiled a lustful smile then came crashing down on her mouth, probing her tongue with his in a faster rhythm than he was fucking her. She moaned at his passion and lost herself within his kiss. He quickly brought her back when his hand reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit. The intensity increased with the added sensation, her cunt dripping pussy juice. "I wanted to fuck you the moment you walked in, Kendall," he said. The mention of her name caused an explosion of ecstasy from her pussy. Unexpected and sudden, she started pumping her pussy faster and harder, the incredible feeling working its way inside of her. She could feel her ejaculate running between her ass cheeks. "Say my name again," she requested. "Kendall," he whispered. She moaned and started bucking. He took control and placed her calves on his shoulders as he entered her again, positioning her to ensure he was hitting the right spot that would set her off on a journey of multiple orgasms. Raising her hips, she helped him maneuver for her greatest pleasure. Reaching down, she fingered her clit, now completely sensitive to her touch. "Kendall," he moaned louder. She could tell that he was getting close. His cock was pounding her pussy harder and faster. She loved the raw aggression. "You whore," he grunted, his eyes intent on hers. Those words sent her into a frenzy of thrashing and bucking again. "Fuck my pussy, you bastard. Fuck me hard, you goddamn bastard," she retorted. This was the fantasy she desired. This was the sweet release of containing her fake self. Here half naked, being fucked raw on the expensive leather couch, not having to worry about upholding appearances, about holding her overly vulgar tongue, about people whispering behind her back. Here she could release the animal within. And she did. Using her legs, she fucked back as hard as fucked. Their bodies slamming into each other, wet smacking sounds echoing throughout the room. His soft grunts were loud in her ears flaming the heat between her legs. He was filling her cunt wonderfully, masterfully, passionately. Still rubbing her clit, she felt the stirring of release begin to grow again. She smiled at the thought and expectation of this one. The first one had been too fast, too unexpected. This one she would build and would revel in its growth. He grabbed her ankles and pulled them off his shoulder pushing her knees toward her tits. The feel of her pussy rubbing the bottom of his shaft was intense. He struggled to hold on, not wanting to let go until she came for him again. Thrusting in and out wildly, the scent of her sex was strong in the room. It was good that she was the last appointment for the day, he thought. "Fuck me from behind," she gasped. "Take me, please, take me." "Say please again," he said. He punctuated this with one hard ram of his cock into her vagina. "Please," she whispered, "please, please, please..." Satisfied and smiling, he withdrew and let her position herself on the couch with her ass toward him. He stood up to get behind her, then bent over and licked her pussy. She tasted of sweat, salt, and sex. His inner animal roared in excitement. Grabbing her wonderful hips like handles, he let her ease his tip into her battered lips. He worked himself slowly in at first, adjusting to the change in angle, then began to pick up the pace. Her bun had loosened, most of her hair hanging out wildly. He grabbed it and pulled her head back as he continued his penile assault. He ran his thumb over her pussy, getting it nice and wet, then began to tease her asshole with it. She half-squealed, have moaned at the sensation. He was testing her, and while she was usually was not wonting, today she craved the sensation. "Do it," she said trying to look back at him. "Please, do it." He re-wetted his thumb in between strokes in her pussy, and then teased her ass a little more. Then he slowly and gently worked his thumb into her ass. He could feel her tense then relax as he continued the slow but constant force. Finally, he began to work his thumb in and out of her ass while still working her pussy in the same manner. She groaned at the exquisite feelings. The difference of sensations from her ass and pussy combined and brought the intensity to a new level. She pulled against his hand breaking the hold he had of her hair, and laid her face on the couch, soaking in the sensual overload. Again she went to hand-fucking her clit while he worked both holes. She was completely filled and new that it was time. Concentrating on her clit, she rubbed furiously and lost herself in the myriad of feelings coursing through her body. The intensity grew behind her inner gate, building and building, until she let it crash, rocking her body as the orgasm flooded over her. He released her ass and grabbed onto both hips, holding onto her as she bucked against him, quietly exhaling her squeals of delight. Her pussy quivered and contracted as she rocked the orgasm through its aftershocks. Finally coming down, her pussy satiated, she turned and looked at him in the eye. She could see the glimmer of sweat beading on his forehead. "Cum in me now, Dr. Klein," she said. She never lost eye contact with him as he picked up his pace again. "Cum in my completely wet and hot pussy, my oh-so-helpful doctor. Fill me up." He pumped her hard, this time using his hips to pull her into him. His balls slapped hard against her pussy lips. The warmth and wetness of her cunt coaxed his shaft, slipping, sliding. Her gaze made him completely hot. He let the orgasm build within his lower region, holding it, wanting the explosion to grow until he could no longer keep it within him. Pumping, pumping, pumping he held it in, until it grew larger than him and he couldn't contain it. Looking at her challenging eyes, he released his cum into her pussy shooting his load hard at first, the pulses strong within her. He pulsed and pulsed, each one bringing ecstasy with it as he finally began to slow down. His cock spent, his sac drained, he continued to slowly work himself in and out of her. He slowed gradually until he finally withdrew from her. He placed a soft kiss on her right hip, then waddled over to his desk and reached into a drawer pulling out a small hand towel. He tossed it to her allowing her to clean herself. She finished and began dressing while he wiped himself down. Pulling up his pants he began to walk behind his desk. "Kendall, I'm afraid your condition is more serious than I thought. The only way to cure your sexual desires is to release them in a safely supervised environment. I'd like to see you back here in two days, but this time schedule two hours with the front office, please." He picked up his pen and began scribbling in his notebook. "And," he continued, "let me just say that today's session was completely fucking hot. I'm glad you decided to come see me." She giggled at his compliment. Fully dressed, she walked over to his small mirror on the wall and fixed her hair so no one would see what she had been up to. Checking her lipstick again, she smiled at herself. This was one for the books, she thought. Finally, satisfied that she looked okay, she walked over to him, and placed a kiss on his cheek. "You were fucking hot, Dr. Klein." She headed toward the door. "I really wish you'd take that picture down from our last vacation. I look fat in it. And pick something up for dinner on your way home. I'm going to be very hungry and don't feel like making anything," she said as she walked out the door closing it softly behind her. The Couch I hope you like this new storyline. I plan on making it a chapter story. Please let me know what you think. ~~~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~~~ "Sean, I need a new couch. Where am I going to find one that I can afford?" Maddie asks, her brother looking at her casually from the floor where the couch just deposited him, the springs giving out completely. Laughingly, he responded "Just look in craigslist.com. There are always people selling things around here. You never know. You may just find a date while you look." "Puh-lease!" she squealed, tossing a pillow at his head. "But, I might just find a couch for cheap." She turned around in her desk chair and typed in the search. Sean hopped up and watched over her shoulder. "Hmm...here's one...newer couch, microfiber overstuffed and comfortable. Never has had a bare ass on it. Dark blue. One hundred fifty dollars. Send me a note to user id @hotmail.com." He smirked. "This looks like a perfect couch for you. No naked asses." Maddie sighed and turned around to glare at her brother. "Why do I care if a naked ass has been on the couch? I mean, yeah, eew, but who cares?" "Well, at least you know that no one has gotten laid on it." Maddie turned back to the screen and typed an email message to the owner, asking for a picture. Amazingly, she turned back to talk to her brother and her computer beeped. "New message? I'm not expecting...wow...It's from the seller already!" She moused over the message and clicked to open it. "Well, the picture looks like it's a great couch, sis. And look there! He is offering to cut twenty five dollars off if you pick it up tomorrow." "Okay okay...I will get it. Can you and some of your friends pick it up for me? I will see if he can meet me somewhere for lunch to pick up the payment. You never know. He might be a weirdo or something." "That's my sis." Rolling her eyes, Maddie responded to the email, setting up a lunch appointment with him for the next day. Luckily, he was able to go to her favorite lunch spot, just down from where she worked. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Maddie was late as usual. A meeting kept her later than expected at work, but she got to the little café and Zach was still there, thankfully. She ordered, as the waitress practically stalked her to her seat, and introduced herself. "Hi Zach. It's nice to finally meet you." "And I, you, Madeline. Is everything ok? You look flustered." Sipping her water, she responded "You can call me Maddie. Most everyone does. I just use my full name in my email address. Everything is fine. I just got held up at work. Sorry I am so late. Thank you for waiting." "It's no problem at all. I work from home, so the boss can't complain. If I complained about myself, someone might lock me up," he laughed, gazing across the table. She was much different than he imagined. Her dark hair, sometimes a beautiful chocolate brown, but when the light hit, it danced with fiery highlights, was in a neat ponytail extending more than halfway down her petite back. She was a tiny thing, no more than five foot two, maybe, without the heels she was wearing. Dressed in the latest fashions, he would put her at about 28 years old if he didn't know better. He found out from a friend who knows her family that she was closer to 35. He couldn't think of any other word to describe her than beautiful. "Somedays I wish I worked from home. I would stay in my jammies and fuzzy slippers all day." She smiled and leaned back as their lunch came. "How do you motivate yourself to even get dressed?" "Who says I do? Today is a fluke. I couldn't come out to lunch in my boxers, could I?" he flashed her a smile before taking a bite out of his burger. Swallowing, he looked over and asked, "Would you like to see the couch? I would hate for you to buy it then not like it. The pictures don't do it justice and I only live about a block away." Picking at her salad, she looked across the table at him. He seemed normal. Nice looking with dark brown hair and the darkest brown eyes she had ever seen, he looked roguish and Spanish. She replied "Sure. My afternoon meeting was canceled, so I have some time before I need to be back from work. Thank you!" After lunch, he paid the bill with a wink to Maddie. "I'll add it to the price of the couch." "Gee, thanks. And here I though you were being chivalrous." "Me, chivalrous? Maddie, you have no idea," he said, a laugh lightening his voice. He would love to show her how chivalrous he could be with his hands caressing her fit-for-a-king body. "Down boy! You don't even know her!" he said to himself, willing his eyes to look anywhere but on her. They walked the block to his apartment and he let her in. "It's in the living room. Let me go let my cat out of her room before she starts screaming. Take a look." "Thanks. What kind of cat do you have?" she asked absently, walking to the couch to look it over. "Just your run of the mill stray. She followed me in one day and won't leave. I wouldn't have it any other way," he yelled from the hallway. He walked back in the living room, cat at his heels, to see Maddie standing in front of the couch. He walked around in front of her, lifted her chin and kissed her slowly, his mouth firm on her soft lips, sliding his tongue alongside her own. She started, then relaxed, wondering what she was doing. She was in a stranger's apartment, being kissed and she was not even fighting back! He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead into hers. "I wanted to do that since you sat down at the table in the café," he said as he ran his hand over her cheek then down her arm. "It's...it's ok. You are a very good kisser", half a smile crossing her lips as she licked them. "Ok Zach," he thought to himself, "she liked the kissing. Let's see what else this vixen might like." He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he bent down to kiss her again. His lips touched hers and he released the passion he had been building since the first kiss. She responded by wrapping her arms around his shoulders, purring into him. Taking that as a sign she liked it, he wandered his hands under her shirt, barely touching her skin. She sighed, relaxing into him as she kissed him back, tugging at his hair. "Maddie!" she chastised. "What are you doing? This is a man you just met. This is not how we do this!" her brain warred. "But he's here, and he's willing. Just this once. Satiate the need just this once." Releasing her lips, he looked into her eyes and realized they were the most amazing color of blue. She scratched at his neck and he leaned back only to have her kiss and bite at him. Pushing her back slightly, he looked into her eyes again. He saw his own need reflected back at him, and he tugged at her shirt. She obeyed his need, slipping it off easily as he worked at her skirt, pooling it on the floor. Standing there in a lacy bra and panties, the only other adornment being her shoes, he groaned and stepped back to her, taking her lips with abandon before lifting her and taking her into his room. He placed her lightly on her feet, never breaking the kiss, and slowly unfastened her bra. His hands slid around and cup her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly and she squealed at the sensation. "You are so beautiful, Maddie," he panted, gently laying her on the bed. She reached for him, but he stood back, shedding his own clothes as she watched hungrily. As he got down to the boxers he joked about earlier, she could not take her eyes off the bulge that had grown in them. Slowly he slid them down, revealing the most gorgeous cock she had ever seen. Harder than Italian marble, she thought, licking her lips. He stood like a superhero in a bad comedy, hands on his hips, cock bobbing precariously, as he drank her in with his eyes. She had a beautiful pussy, cleanly shaven, maybe waxed. He could see how wet she was with beads of her womanly juice on her thighs shimmering in the sunlight seeking his tongue. He couldn't stand the thought of it any longer and bent down on his knees, pulling her pussy to his tongue. She squealed, then opened her petals for him, allowing him full access. He inhaled deeply, memorizing her scent as he reached out with his tongue, slowly lapping her folds, sucking the moisture from her lips in gulps. She sighed, lifting her hips against his mouth, beckoning him deeper and he obliged. Tongue firm against her, he dove into her, moving within her as he reached his hands up to her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. "Oh! Zach...damn yes..." she moaned, grasping at the bedsheets. "I am so close!" One last lap and he kissed her pussy, licking at her thighs as he looked up her body. "We can't have that this early on, can we?" "Wha? What? Yes we can!" she panted, clearly disappointed that he was no longer tongue-fucking her. "My turn first," he sighed, holding his cock down for her lips. She smiled. He had no idea how much she liked sucking cock. She rolled over and crawled to him like a cat, licking at the pre-cum dripping from his head. Moaning she opened her mouth and swallowed him quickly. His pubic hair tickled her nose as her lips slid to his base, taking his entire length. She laughed around his cock, vibrations driving him wild, his eyes fluttering in ecstasy. "Mmmmmm" Maddie purred, as her tongue swirled around his hardness. She leaned back, licking the underside of his member as he slid out of her mouth. She raked her teeth across the top of his penis and stopped at the head. She just held the tip in her mouth and flicked at it with her tongue. She grabbed the rest of his saliva-covered hardness with her petit hand, almost not able to completely get her fingers around his girth, and stroked him as she sucked his head. Keeping her hold on him with her right hand and lips she took his right hand with her free left hand and turned him around so he could sit back on the bed. He sat down and fell backwards. His cock now jutting up at the ceiling encased inside her most intimate of kisses. She slowly rocked back and forth, rocking his member inside her mouth against her tongue. The slick pre-cum was an enticing flavor as her lips caressed his length up and down, trailing the underside with her tongue. He gasped as she took his hands and placed them on top of her head, urging him to set the pace. Consumed with lust but not wanting to hurt her, he started slow, feeling every motion of her tongue as it spiraled around his cock. Up, down... uuuuupppppp.....doooowwwnnnn. With increasing urgency he moved her head up and down steadily faster. He felt his balls begin to tighten as his load was about to blow. She felt his cock swell and abruptly stopped. "No!" Zach cried, "please..." Maddie smiled, "Now we're even." Groaning, he sat up and took her lips with his own, kissing her with a passion he did not know he had, his cock a flagpole between them. Maddie avoided touching is cock, afraid of setting him off too soon. She was liking this game between them, seeing how close they could take the other person. Breaking the kiss, he looked at her, need flaring in his eyes. "Please. Get on your hands and knees for me. Please. I need to be inside you." Knowing his imminent explosion was past, she smiled and leaned down to lick him once more before granting his request. Positioning herself, ass in the air, she looked back at him. He was kneeling behind her, stroking his hard-on and staring at her. "Nice view?" she smiled. "Oh my God yes! Your ass is positively fuckable." "um, it is?" "You've never tried it, have you?" he said, his head cocked to the side, stroking his length slowly. "No," she blushed. He slide up behind her and rubbed his cock along her wet slit, making sure to rub his head over her clit. "We can try it if you like," he whispered as he slid into her slowly, spreading her lower lips with his thumbs as he guided his cock into her tightness. "mmmm....Maddie you feel so good!" Beneath him, she groaned, angling herself to accept his massive member. He kept sliding in slowly then pulling back out before pushing deeper. When he was finally able to spread her enough to accept his full length, he pushed in as deeply as he could, pausing to savor the feel of her pussy around him. She shuddered as her pussy contracted, unused to being so filled. He was a gentle lover. He could tell that it had been a while since she had been with a man. Toys? Maybe. She seemed like she could be wild. How could he get this woman to be wild with him for a while? "Oh Zach! Your cock is fantastic," she moaned from the bed. He paused midstroke. Her words, her voice itself, was enough to send him over the edge. She wiggled her ass at him, coaxing him back to his ministrations. Zach slowly began to pulse in and out, his hands on her hips for balance and control. Her knees bent as she thrust back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She stopped for a few seconds to let her ass cheeks grind against his pelvis, his penis throbbing inside her wet snatch. Zach almost jumped out of his skin when he felt something grab his testicles. She had, without him paying attention, snaked her left hand down her stomach to grab him from between her legs. She gave his balls a little squeeze to get him going again. She released him and caressed where they were joined, his cock sliding into her, her fingers in between now dripping with her juice. As he slid into and out of her heated folds, she slipped her middle finger inside herself underneath his cock. He grunted as he felt the intruder wriggling against his hard shaft, pressed tight against him by her contractions. She wrapped her thumb around his member to massage her clitoris with each thrust. Holding herself up with one arm was getting hard as she felt the weight of their thrusting burn with each movement. She collapsed her right arm up and to the left, haloing her face as she leaned forward to rest her upper chest and cheek against the soft bed. He groaned as she massaged his penis with her own finger from within herself. He'd never felt anything like it. He felt his orgasm building. Right as he was about to cum, he tried to pull out since he was not wearing a condom. He preferred it that way, skin to skin - nothing separating his cock from his woman's pussy. But he also didn't know if she was on the pill or not. Maddie felt Zach begin to pull out and immediately removed her finger from her snatch and grabbed his balls, tightly enough to make him stop and gash, but not enough to hurt him. "Don't you dare. I'm about to cum and I want your cum exploding inside me when I cum." He almost blew his load when she said that, but he held himself. He'd never worked so hard to keep his orgasm in check. "Are you sure?" he said. She slowly released him and began to massage her clit again. "Mmmhhhmmm. Together..." she moaned as she gyrated against him, massaging his shaft with clenching muscles. He smiled to himself and began thrusting again, his cock swelling within her. Leaning in, kissing at her neck as he whispered in her ear, "Tell me when you're ready. I can.." Just then, she let out a primal growl as her pussy contracted around him. He drove deep in her once more and his balls contracted as he coated her pussy walls with his thick white cum. Gob after gob of juice pumped from him. Maddie could feel it spray inside her and she screamed. Zach felt like she was going to squeeze his cock off, but he kept driving in her. Her moans were so damn sexy. He felt himself drained, her muscles milking every drop from him. She was finally not twitching anymore as he pulled his cock out slowly and leaned over her back. "Maddie, that was amazing!" She rolled over underneath him and smiled. "Guess I should call in to work sick. I am in no shape to go back looking like this," she commented as she waved her hand around her sweat-soaked hair. "No one would believe it was my short walk from work that did this." She laughed and he thought it was a beautiful sound. Rolling off to the side, he watched her, reveling in her afterglow. Zach wondered if he could somehow get her to stay in his life. At least for a while. "Um, so, do you like the couch?" he asked with a grin. She laughed again, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, I like the couch. How attached are you to it?" Quirking his head, he responded, "Well, not very much if I am going to sell it." "Oh," she said, disappointment evident in her voice. "I thought you might like to come and visit it once in a while." "Well then, I don't know if I can live without it. It means so much to me!" he said, happy to have a way into her life. He rolled into her and kissed the tip of her nose before looking into her eyes. He could live there forever. "What are you doing?" he chided himself. "You barely even know here and you are ready to think this is serious? She was an afternoon fuck!" Suddenly, the sound of the Foo Fighters filled the room. "Shit! That's my brother. I forgot to call him after lunch," Maddie said. "Can I tell him I'll take the couch?" "If you like it, absolutely. As long as I keep visiting rights," he said, smiling wildly. "Sean? Hi! Sorry I forgot to call. I got a bit tied up." She grinned at Zach, blushing slightly. "Yes, I am going to take the couch. I went up and saw it. I really like it." "No, he's not a weirdo. He was a perfect gentleman." Zach rolled his eyes at that. Gentleman. Right! He fucked her and himself silly. She covered the phone and looked at Zach. "Can he pick it up tonight? Is that ok with you?" He nodded and she relayed the information to her brother, telling him where the couch was. When he seemed to have all the information, she hung up. "He'll be here around 7 or so with a friend." He looked at the clock on her phone. "Well, it's only 2:15. Would you like to stay for a bit?" She grabbed her phone back from him and called in to work, making the appropriate excuses for food poisoning. Turning it off, she looked at him, a challenge on her face. He pulled her on top of him, sliding her over his instantly hard cock. Her eyes widened as she accepted him. Zach grabbed her hips and drove her down hard. "Do you ever get enough?" she asked, looking down at him and smiling. "If you'd give me the opportunity, I don't think I would ever get enough of you Maddie." The Couch We sat on the couch, not too close, but not too far either. We'd been friends for a few years now. Maybe acquaintance was a better descriptor for our connection. We traveled in the same circles, and always seemed to get along well, but I'd never really considered any sort of relationship between us, there just didn't seem to be that spark. Of course, I don't think we'd ever really been alone before and we hadn't really intended to be alone together now, things just sort of worked out that way. I briefly entertained thoughts of elaborate schemes to get me alone, but quickly dismissed them as ridiculous. Ridiculous. That was definitely the word. He'd never expressed much interest in me before, at least not that I could remember. I tried to concentrate on the movie, but it was useless. The electricity I felt between us wasn't going away. If I closed my eyes I could feel him sitting next to me, feel his presence there. I couldn't believe he didn't feel it. I couldn't believe I hadn't felt it before. Turning my head slightly I watched him. He seemed to be watching the movie, but then so did I. I wanted to touch him so badly. Wanted to feel skin on skin, needed some kind of confirmation this feeling really was coming from him. I thought back, trying to think of the first time I'd seen him, met him, talked to him. It was probably at one of Meredith's parties, that was really where I knew him from, but I couldn't seem to recall the first time. I relived the times I did remember him, usually amidst a group of friends. He was usually quiet; I really didn't know a whole lot about him. I knew he liked animals, at least dogs; he'd talked about his dog like it was his best friend. My cat had decided elsewhere was a better place to be, so I don't know how they'd get along, but I remember him reacting favorably to a cat story of mine. I shifted slightly towards him, pulling my legs up Indian style. Now my knee was only about 6 inches from his thigh. Progress! At this rate, we'd be in our 90's before any clothes came off. I forced myself to focus on the movie for a moment, glad I had seen it before. Yep, this could be considered a slow moment. "I'm going to get a pop, would you like one? Coke, diet coke, ginger ale?" I stood up and took half a step towards the kitchen as I asked, turning back to look at him. He looked up from the movie and into my eyes. There was silence for a full heartbeat too long. I had never really noticed their particular shade of blue before, almost grey. In my head, I was halfway back to him, to the couch, when he said "A coke would be great." His voice quavered a tiny bit over 'coke' ... what had he really wanted to say? My heart leapt at the possibilities. As I went to the kitchen, I felt him watching me. Blood pounding in my ears, I held the fridge door and took a couple deep breaths, trying to regain my composure. I grabbed the pop, determined to press things further. Deliberate planning insured I'd get the skin to skin contact I sought, if he wanted his drink. With one glass in each hand, I sat back down; pleased to notice he'd moved two or three inches towards the center of the couch. Towards me. Now there was only about 8 inches between our jean clad thighs. I held his drink out in the hand closest to him, not saying anything. Could not decide what, if anything, should be said at that point. He took it with the hand closest to me. Our arms and hands touched, rubbed lightly against each other. The electricity was real. The electricity was him. Heart racing, I leaned forward and set my glass on the coffee table. He did the same. I sat back, turning towards him. He said my name as he looked at me, meeting my eyes and then falling silent. The longing, the apprehension, the question – I could hear it all in his voice. I couldn't muster my voice, and he seemed to have lost his. I was taking too long! Fear, doubt, embarrassment were filling his eyes! Nearly in a panic, I leaned forward before he could turn away, and gently pressed my lips to his. Trying to show him what I couldn't find the words for. Slid my lips across his slightly, barely sucking on his lower lip. He finally reacted, I felt his lips moving against mine, felt the tip of his tongue gently brush my upper lip. The universe collapsed into that kiss. All I could feel were his lips, tongue, teeth. Tasted them. Marveled at the rightness of it. Not a dry kiss, but not too wet either. Not a hard kiss, but not too gentle. Not invasive, but not passive either. This was just right. I felt like goldilocks. I had no idea how long that kiss lasted, it could have been seconds or decades, but eventually I wanted more. I could feel him wanting more too, and yet neither was ready to end the kiss. Vaguely I felt him slide his hands into my hair, holding my head as I pulled myself across him, straddling his lap. He slid toward the edge of the couch, allowing room for my legs behind him and more of our bodies to be in contact. I could feel the bulge and heat in his jeans, I wondered if he could feel the warmth and wetness in mine. Finally I released his lips, kissing and sucking along his jaw line, pulling his earlobe into my mouth and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. I felt his excited breath across my ear making me shiver, then hot against my neck as he lowered his face to kiss the skin just above my collarbone. He slid one hand out of my hair, down to my hip to pull me closer to him then he brought his hand up between us, first gently brushing past my breast, causing the nipple to tighten more, even through the layers of shirt and bra. Then he brought his hand back down, gently holding my breast, lifting it, sliding his fingers back and forth across the nipple, feeling it though the layers of fabric, making me gasp and release his earlobe. Suddenly the clothes were too much, I wanted, needed to feel more of him. I reached behind him, grabbing the back of his t-shirt and pulling it up, untucking it, pulling it up farther, making it clear I wanted it OFF. He obliged by lifting his arms, and the shirt was gone. More skin. I ran my hands lightly over his chest and upper arms, feeling the energy between us, feeling the warmth of his skin. Watched my hands touching him. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his chest. This was a man. He had muscles because he used them, not because he worked out in a gym. He was substantial. Not fat, but obviously he enjoyed life. This was real, not a façade, not a show. Masculinity in the best sense of the word. I heard his intake of breath as my fingers paused briefly at his nipples. Then his hands were at the bottom of my shirt, sliding under it, his hands on my bare skin as they rose up across my back to unclasp my bra. I felt as if my breasts burst free of the bra, the soft fabric skimming across my taut nipples driving me wild. My shirt and bra quickly disappeared. We looked at each other again; making eye contact for the first time since I'd kissed him. I trembled at the desire I saw in his eyes, my pussy quivering. He touched my face with one hand, the other gently resting on my hip. Gently caressed my check and drew me to him, tenderly kissing me. My throbbing nipples touched his naked chest and the kiss didn't stay tender for long. We were sucking each others lips, tasting each other again. Feeling my breasts pressed against him, nipples on fire. His hands were flat on my back, warm and strong. Insistent that I stay there, pressed against him. He shifted a bit, kissing, nibbling, sucking down my neck as I arched my back, panting and moaning low and soft. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him lower, raising myself up. I wanted to feel his lips, his tongue against my breasts. But his burning mouth stayed at my neck and shoulders and then he leaned back a bit. I made a frustrated sound, too beyond thought to realize or consider what he wanted, just missing his mouth on me, when suddenly both of my naked breasts were in his hands. I opened my eyes and watched his face, the wonder and pleasure in it as he felt their soft skin, holding the weight of them, seeing the flush across them caused by his touch. He started to squeeze my nipples a little, pulling on them slightly, rubbing his thumbs across them. I couldn't take it anymore, I leaned back, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back, moaning when the feeling couldn't be contained. The moaning became a constant undulating sound, and I felt a climax approaching. I held my breath and froze in place, not wanting my movements to distract from his touch, so perfectly gentle and rough. Growing bolder, he started squeezing a little more firmly, pulling on my nipples as I tried to keep from thrusting my hips at him, wanting to focus on the lightening jolting from my nipples to my pussy. Then he grabbed each nipple firmly and pulled them up and out, just enough so that the weight of each breast seemed suspended from the nipple, every nerve engaged. He moved both hands slightly and the lightening jumped from both nipples at once sending me over the edge. I came, gasping for air, digging my fingers into his shoulders to keep from falling backwards. Eternity ended, and I sat up slightly, not supporting myself from his shoulders anymore, lightly rubbing and caressing them where I feared I may have left bruises, where I almost certainly had left marks from my nails. My breathing was returning to normal, and the rest of the world came into being again. He had his hands cupped over my breasts, almost hiding them, as if to protect them. I focused on his face, seeing an amazement and greedy lust there. Smiling and leaning forward, I kissed him, then leaned farther to whisper in his ear "If I suck on you till you cum now, can you cum for me again later?" His throaty "yes" was definitely the right answer. I slid off his lap, kissing and nibbling his chest and neck as I did. His hands left my breasts, and reached out beside him, grasping the couch cushions. I reached out to the bulge in his jeans, feeling the heat there. Looking up at him, I slowly slid two fingers into his waistband, just brushing the silky head of his cock, making him jump a little, feeling the slick precum already there. The desire on his face was encouraging. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Looking back down, I saw the tip of his cock pressing up past the waistband of his briefs. I slid my index finger slowly over it, savoring the feeling, before grabbing both his underwear and jeans and pulling down. He lifted his hips to help and the sight of his hard cock, pointing proudly upwards, was just too tempting. His pants were just about at his knees; all wadded up because I hadn't pulled them over his feet at all, when I sat forward and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Obviously, I'd surprised him. With a startled moan, and an involuntary thrust of his hips, pressing him a little further into my mouth, he started cumming. He moved his hands to my head, as if to pull me off his cock, but I wrapped one hand around his shaft, so I could control things a bit better, and held his balls with the other, feeling the pulse of each stream of cum shooting into my mouth, moaning in pleasure around his cock to let him know this wasn't a bad thing. His hands went back to crushing the couch cushions as he consented to my control of his cock. Gently sucking, moving my tongue against his slit, feeling the cum pulse against my tongue, savoring it in my mouth, I slowly moved my head up and down on his cock until he stopped cumming. Then I just held him in my mouth, not moving, not swallowing, just looking up at him, watching his face, his eyes still closed, his breathing starting to return to normal. He opened his eyes as I felt him soften a fraction. Looking into his eyes, I pulled my head back a little, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock just once, and swallowed. He groaned, closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Any trace of softness vanished as I licked off all of his cum, tracing every vein and ridge with the tip of my tongue. Hopeful I'd have the chance to give him a proper blowjob later, I kissed the head of his cock, pulled his pants and socks off, and moved up to the couch, to sit beside him. My pants were still on, so I hoped his answer to my earlier question was accurate.... The Couch You're sitting on a couch between two men. You're wearing a button up blouse & skirt. You're turned, kissing one of the men. His tongue is in your mouth, dueling with your own. The other man is kissing your neck, blowing in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. Both men's hands are rubbing your arms and shoulders, caressing you. Your hands are resting at your sides, against their thighs. You're thinking you shouldn't be there, shouldn't be doing this. That you're married and neither one of them are me, but you don't stop, you just keep kissing the one and letting them touch you. Then the guy your kissing pulls away and you're turned to the other one. This man leans in and you start kissing him while the first guy begins kissing your neck and ear. Their hands continue caressing your arms and shoulders, even your abdomen. This continues for a while; you switch back and forth between the two of them, kissing them, your tongues swirling together. You feel yourself growing aroused and again you think maybe you should stop this, but you don't. You tell yourself a little kissing is harmless. Besides it feels good. Your leaning back against the couch, your head bent back slightly as the two men take turns kissing you, their tongues entering your mouth, their hands caressing you. It feels so good. Then you feel something different and you realize they are playing with your breasts through your top. While they've been kissing you, their hands have worked their way to your chest and each man is cupping a tit. Their fingers squeeze, mold, ply. Each with his own pressure, his own feel. Beneath your top your nipples are hard, swollen. They tingle and spark as the men cause your blouse to brush across them. Again you consider stopping things. You remind yourself that it's wrong. That it's naughty. But you don't stop it. It just feels so good. A little harmless petting. Your body's heat is growing and you lean back a little more as you turn from one man to the other; your lips meeting, your tongues rising. Their hands continue massaging your breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Your body's heat makes you open your legs slightly so that they press against the men's. To make room for this your hands have slid up onto their thighs, your fingers scratching lightly at their pants. You can sense their growing erections mere inches away; throbbing, straining. Moments later you feel your blouse being unbuttoned. Alarms sound in your mind, telling you that you need to stop this, that it's going too far. You try to push the hands away. You even try telling them to stop. But one of their mouths closes on yours, silencing your protest. The other man whispers in your ear that it'll be okay. They are persistent, their hands working against you. Soon only the bottom button of your blouse remains fastened and it hangs open, your breasts exposed. Their hands cover the fleshy mounds again, this time without the blouse as a barrier. They massage and cup them. Their fingers twirl your nipples, gently pull on them. The sensations caused by this silence any remaining protests you might feel and you lean back again, moaning as their hands touch and feel you. Then as you're kissing one man, the other leans down and licks your swollen nipple before drawing it between his lips. He holds it in his mouth and suckles, his tongue swirling over it. Hot sparks race long your nerves from this point to your loins. You reflexively push your chest toward him. This last for a couple moments, then they switch and your other nipple is licked and sucked on. More sparks are created as you push your chest at him as well. Back and forth this goes; kissing, sucking; sucking, kissing. Your arousal grows. Your fingers scratch at their pants. You lean further back. Your legs part a little more and your skirt rides up. Cool air washes over your thighs. Back and forth you turn, the center of their attentions. You moan as you kiss them deeply; one, then the other. Their mouths continue sucking at your tits, their tongues licking your nipples. Then you realize a hand is caressing your inner thigh. Right now it's below your skirt's hem, near mid-thigh, but it is gradually inching its way up. You can already feel its heat radiating toward your sex. It feels good. You also realize your legs have opened themselves even further, allowing the hand more freedom as it moves upward. Again alarms sound in your mind. This time more urgent, insisting that you stop things. One of your hands grabs at the man's wrist and tries to push it away. It's a weak attempt and only stops its upward progress without pushing it away. He continues caressing your flesh. You break the kiss and tell them it all needs to stop. You tell them you're married and that this is wrong. Even as you protest your chastity the one man continues massaging your breast. Both men kiss your neck. They nibble your earlobe. "You like to be eaten-out, don't you?" one of them whispers in your ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive nerves there. Heat washes through your body at the idea of a tongue licking your clit. You whimper. Your hand holding the wrist weakens, but doesn't let it go. Not yet. "You do like being eaten," he whispers again. "You like sucking cock too?" The other asks, his hot breath in your other ear. Your tit is released. Your hand is grabbed and pulled up to his crotch where you feel the throbbing bulge of his cock beneath his pants. Reflexively your fingers try to wrap around the hidden shaft. You don't notice your legs opening more and the hand on your thigh inching higher. "Yes you do," he sighs. "You like having a hard cock in your mouth." Your other hand releases the wrist and moves to the other crotch as well, finding that bulge too. "You see how you've affected us. How horny you've made us?" The one whispers. That's when the hand reaches under your skirt. His fingers find your sex, touch you. Your hips jump reflexively, pushing you forward, toward that contact. Fires roar in your loins, your desire burning, raging. You whimper as his fingers press and rub at you, plying between your swollen labia, dipping into your juices and gently massaging the edges of your opening. Most of your protest dies out. The other hand returns to your breast, squeezing the aching mound, molding it. You begin to squirm, your hips rolling and your back arching. They continue kissing your neck. "Your horny too, aren't you." Your hands dig at their crotches. You sigh and lean back. "How about if I eat you while you suck his cock?" "But- But I shouldn't," you whisper. "It'll be okay," you're told. "Just some oral pleasure. Nothing really wrong in that." You don't agree but you allow them to maneuver you into a lying position on the couch just the same. Your blouse hangs open. Your skirt is pushed up into a pile at your waist. Your legs are spread open, exposing your sex to their eyes. They comment about how wet you are. How hot you look. One guy kneels down, his hands cupping your thighs and his thumbs caressing the outer edges of your pussy, teasing you with their closeness. His hot breath washes over your wetness. The other man stands next to the couch and starts undoing his pants. You try to watch him, watch for him to reveal the rigid cock you've been scratching at. But then a tongue licks your clit and lighting bolts shoot through your body. Your head rolls back, your eyes closing, a long sigh coming from you. Fingers in your hair turn your face outward. You manage to open your eyes a little and you see the man's crotch near your face. You reach out and grip the cock's base as its head is pressed against your lips. You open them, accepting it into your mouth, feeling it slide across your sensitive nerves. You moan. Your lips touch your fingers as he shoves his hips forward, then holds still. You suck on him, your tongue swirling over his shaft as you start to work your lips back and forth. Sliding your lips along his shaft you fuck him with your mouth, the solid pole's ridges brushing across your lips. Between your legs the other guy is licking your pussy over and over. His tongue swipes up and down your slit, it pushes at your opening, swirls over your clit. Up and down, round and round he works it, attacking your pussy with vigor; making you wetter, hungrier. The man above you cups one of your breasts and squeezes the aching mound. You whimper more while sucking deeply on him. "Oh hell yes, she does like sucking cock," he groans happily. "That's it bitch, fuck me with your mouth." You readily oblige, pumping your lips along his shaft, your hand tugging at its base. "Damn her mouth is good," he groans happily. Your hips are rolling and humping themselves at the man eating you. You feel an orgasm building inside you; feel it growing, inching forward. Then your clit is licked hard and it explodes through you. Your legs kick. Your muscles clench. You twist and squirm spastically. You jerk your lips off the cock you've been sucking and your head rolls back, your mouth hanging open. You moan out. The guy's hand is heavier on your tit, squeezing and molding it. The other man holds your legs open and continues to lick at your clit. You writhe under their duel attentions, your orgasm crashing through you, your hand continuing to tug at the cock. Then, as the orgasm slowly fades, you settle back, your legs growing limp and loose. The guy towering over you uses his hold in your hair to turn you back to his cock and shoves it into your mouth. Again you accept it happily, sucking on it deeply. "That's one sweet pussy," the man between your legs comments, pulling back. "I can't wait to feel it wrapped around my cock." Alarms blare in your mind. That's not suppose to happen, you tell yourself. There's not suppose to be any penetration. You try to pull your lips off the cock again so you can protest, but the guy stops you with his hand at the back of your head. Your legs try to close but the man standing between them easily stops this too. You look up, your eyes darting between the two of them. They know what you're thinking and they chuckle. "Come on. You've known where this was all leading," The one guy tells you as he undoes his pants. "Yea, admit it. You wanted this," his partner adds. The one pushes his pants down, exposing his rigid cock. When you see it you inhale deeply, bolts of excitement shooting through you. You want to deny their claims, to tell them they're wrong, but deep inside you know they're not. You have known where this was heading and now that it's about to get there you only have yourself to blame. The guy moves forward, guiding his cock toward your sex. He rubs it around in your juices for a second then places the tip at your opening and pushes in, stuffing your sex in one smooth motion. Your hips rise up to meet him. "God yes, I knew it'd feel good," he sighs as he grinds himself against you for a moment. You can't help yourself and you grind back at him, whimpering around the cock in your mouth as your body boils with passion. The other guy starts to rock his hips at your face, pumping inches of his cock in and out of your mouth, along your tightly clamped lips. This adds to your arousal and you moan hungrily. Then the other man pulls back, removing most of his shaft from your pussy before stuffing it completely into you again. Your hips push up again, meeting him needily. Then they both start humping themselves at you, fucking your mouth and pussy. It takes them a couple moments but they find a unified rhythm, pumping their cocks into you almost as one. You writhe and twist beneath their duel assault, whimpering hungrily. You suck deeper on the cock in your mouth, push your hips up at the one penetrating your sex. They cheer your actions. "You like that. You like having our cocks fucking you." "Being our dirty whore." "God yes, take them. Take our cocks you slut." "Fuck us back. Show us what a slut you are." They're fucking you, pounding you, using you. You lie there, writing and twisting in pleasure as they do. Their cocks penetrate you again and again. Their pace increases and you whimper as another orgasm is pulled toward the edge. Hungrily you suck. Needily you hump. "Take our cocks." "Take our fucking cocks you whore." Again and again and again their cocks fill you. Faster. Harder. In and out they work, fucking you, using you. Your hips jerk and twist as they use your body for their toy. You squirm as they play with you. They pound their shafts into you, drive them as deep as possible. The one man's crotch slams into yours, wet fucking sounds resonating from between the two of you. Your lips are repeatedly slapped against your fingers and your other hand comes up to press at that man's hip, trying to steady his thrusts which are growing frantic. Hungry mewings come from around his shaft. Suddenly your orgasm explodes, electrifying your nerves. Your body tenses, your muscles straining. You moan and whimper loudly as its tidal waves crash through you. The guy between your legs freezes with his cock buried deep inside you, his crotch grinding into yours as he cums too. Your sex squeezes around his shaft, milking it. Seconds later the man that has been using your mouth also freezes, your lips being mashed against your own fingers as his hips shove his crotch at your face. You swallow his seed. The sensation of their two cocks exploding inside you blasts your orgasm to new heights. You jerk and hop on the couch, twisting and writhing madly as your mind and body are overwhelmed with passion. Your muscles clench and relax in a series of electrified shocks, your flesh quivering with the uncontrolled sparks. Then, after several moments, you begin to relax again, your orgasm fading into the shadows. "Fuck yea, that was hot," the man between your legs sighs. He holds himself inside you for a minute longer before dropping back and setting against the couch's far armrest. "Hell yea, she's a good little slut," his partner adds, allowing you to suckle at his softening cock, milking it for every last drop of his warm semen. He has released your hair but you hold your mouth on him, your tongue swirling over his fleshy pole as your body quivers through a couple of aftershocks. Then he too pulls away, stepping back and settling into a near-by chair with a happy grin on his face. You lay on the couch, your cloths disheveled, your hair a mess. Sweat coats your exposed flesh and between your spread legs your sex glistens wetly. For a couple more minutes your face shines with your rapture. But then you remember you are married and this should not have happened. Slowly your eyes close and a single tear runs down your cheek. The End The Couch "I'm close," he said softly. His warm hands squeezing my nipples as I stroked his thick cock. I looked up at him over his chest and smiled. I sank down lower on my knees and licked the length of his dick. He rubbed his hands over my shoulder as I forced him deep in my throat. - He started it. We were watching the food network and laying head to head on my wrap-around couch. We had spent the day together, and had finally run out of things to do. Television it was. I was lying on my back when I randomly shivered. My nipples perked up under my bra and I sighed. I reached down the neck of my shirt and rubbed at them, attempting to calm them down. "What?" he asked. He was leaning up on his elbow watching Iron Chef America. "My nipples are hard." I stopped rubbing them when I looked up at him. "They need to calm the fuck down." He laughed and forced his hand down my shirt. He roughly pinched my left nipple and I gasped. I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away. As a pulled, he pinched harder and refused to let go. "You're just making me pinch harder, but you like that don't you." His grasp loosened and he rubbed my whole tit. He was right, I loved the feeling. I gasped when he moved to my right side and squeezed again. Goosebumps coved my entire body as he caressed my breasts, switching back and forth between the two. I pushed myself toward him and tried to put my mouth against his. He yanked his head back with a small smile. "Do you need something?" "I want to kiss you," I said softly, keeping my face toward his. He pulled away again and wouldn't let me near him. "I'm out of kisses," he said, his hands still exploring my chest. I surrendered. This attention was the most I'd had in months and his hands felt so good on my tits. My pussy couldn't help but start to get wet. His free hand yanked my head backwards and his mouth met mine. It was wet and warm and fantastic. I adjusted my head and aggressively kissed him back. I ran my hand down his chest and stomach and started to rub on his cock through his pant. He immediately started to stiffen and I got a hold of him through his shorts. I wanted to make him cum. I found his belt with my fingers and started to yank. He kissed me harder, adding tongue, and I became aware of my wet panties. I struggled with his zipper for a moment but finally had enough room to grasp is hot, thick dick. I pulled my face away from him and smiled. "Sit up." As he repositioned himself, I pulled off his shorts and underwear. I admired his long, pink cock as I pulled my shirt over my head. I rubbed his cock as he rubbed my nipples and finally pulled off my bra. I went down on him, pushing his cock to the back of my throat on the first thrust. I moved my head up and down, letting his cock run over my tongue, as I rubbed his balls and the base of his dick. I let his dick flop out of my mouth and into my hand. I stroked him slowly as I sucked on both of his nuts. I put him back in my mouth and gagged on his length. His warm hands grasping at my large breasts. I continued to switch back and forth between his balls and his thick cock. "I'm close," he said softly. His warm hands squeezing my nipples as I stroked his thick cock. I looked up at him over his chest and smiled. I sank down lower on my knees and licked the length of his dick. He rubbed his hands over my shoulder as I forced him deep in my throat. I forced him to the back of my throat, over and over. His hips moved toward me and he started to moan. I wanted him to cum so badly. He squeezed my tits roughly and froze. I continued to suck on his cock as he came. His warm, salty cum sliding down the back of my throat as I forced more and more out of him. I let his cock flop onto his stomach when he was finally finished. I looked up at him and smiled. His eyes were half closed in utter bliss as I climbed onto his lap. "God damn." He rubbed my nipples as I kissed him. He slid his hand down the front of my shorts. "Your turn." The Couch Afffaire You don't see much about my fetish online. You can google 'old fat lesbians crapping in fetish gear' and find it within two sites. You can find midget sex and girls being fucked by huge Technicolor dildos attached to stainless steel perpetual motion machines reminiscent of Jules Verne. But nowhere to be found is furniture frotteurism. It's slightly disconcerting to a person when they realize their sexual habits cannot be found by even the most perverted. There are references to it on psychology and sexology sites, and an experienced internet researcher can find poorly edited stories where it's mentioned, but only in reference to physical frustration; i.e. 'I haven't been laid in so long, I'm about to fuck the furniture!" This remark seems an anomaly to my way of thinking. Why not fuck the furniture? I do. I don't mean stick one of those ridiculously large vibrating dildos with a suction cup bottom on the seat of a wooden chair and ride; even though that can be great fun... What I'm talking about means putting on a satin thong, (satin glides across all kinds of upholstery) and mounting the arm of a couch. Then carefully hitch up your knees until they are bent at just the right angle, and tilt your hips until your weight is carefully distributed over the front of your clit and lips. If you settle just right, when you start to grind, the satin will absorb the brutality of the nubby friction and transfer the sweet rub right through so you feel nothing but the need for more. It always takes a minute or two before I get the rhythm and stance right. That's part of my masturbatory foreplay. I don't touch my tits or play with my nipples. I simply readjust and replace my pubis over and over. By then, I'm so turned on, that it starts to feel right, even if I'd just positioned myself the same way moments before. My legs hold most of my weight, or else I'd end up with a fast, huge orgasm, and a bruised and sore pelvic bone. Before I'd discovered the satin thong method, I'd just wear cotton panties. My vulva would be unbearably sensitive for days afterward. I would be barely able to walk, let alone wear lingerie or even pants. My calves feel taught and burn and my hamstrings protest over their duty. But I don't care. My hips flex and bunch as I writhe and grind. I hold on to the back of the couch and rub as fast or as slow as I want. Sometimes I'll stop myself short once or twice, then I finally let myself come so hard that once I actually made my nose run. When I first started this\habit, I was very small. I remember being dandled on a relative's knee, and it felt really good. Later, I found rubbing myself felt kind of the same, but took a lot of effort and I was too sensitive there to do it long. I finally found my perfect masturbatory tool several years later by accident. I have a large family. We had little money and couldn't afford a lot of furniture. One day, I got to the living room just after our favorite TV show started. There was no room for me on the couch, so I straddled the arm. Immediately I felt an urge to rub my hairless corduroy and cotton crotch against it. I moved as often as I could, but discreetly, my instincts told me my mom would freak if she knew what I was doing. In secret, I would frott the arm of the couch as fast and as often as I could in complete silence. I'd control my breathing unless I was positive I was alone in the house. Sometimes I would climax just as I heard someone entering the room. I'd disguise my gasping breath and trembling body with a false coughing fit. Several months later my mother caught me at my habit on a Saturday morning. My siblings were on the floor watching cartoons as I was embracing my stuffed lover, rocking in silent ecstasy. I was so close to climax that I didn't hear her come down the hall. She called me by my first and middle name and dragged me into her room where we had 'the talk'. By now I was vaguely aware of what fucking was. It was the early eighties and sex was all over TV, I'd heard talk about it at school and I once accidentally entered their room when dad was going at her. I didn't see anything but a blanket covered lump rocking back and forth, but I knew they were up to something that only adults did. I watched curiously for a moment, and was vaguely excited by their noises and movement and immediately headed for the arm of the couch. As I rubbed against it I was quiet, and strained to hear the sounds they made. She explained the mechanics of sex and said that what I had been doing was not 'nice' and only animals had that lack of self-control. I didn't understand why, but I knew that she desperately wanted me to agree. So I lied. I quietly promised not to do it anymore. By now I realized that what I was doing felt so good that I wasn't ever going to stop. I just had to make sure I wouldn't get caught again. I was careful and silent. But I craved it, and whenever I had the chance, I would make love to that couch. As I got older I tried other furniture, like the vanity bench in my bedroom. Sometimes, when I was really feeling exhibitionist and horny, I even managed to do it in the back of the classroom on the edge of my desk chair. I think I once caught a classmate watching. At the moment of noiseless fulfillment, I didn't care. Who would she tell, and what would she say? Through roommates and lovers, even after a failed marriage and small children, I managed to keep my secret for years. No one found out. Then I met my fiancé. When I first met him, I thought he'd be a total stick in the mud. Then I fucked him on our first date. He was a closet pervert. I'd never met a man that voluntarily licked my ass without coaching. I don't mean he just gave love to the cheeks. He dived in there and set up camp for 20 minutes. He made beautiful wet noises like a glutton immersed in a buffet. When he finally had his fill, his chin was damp from the juices of my neglected pussy. Without so much as a warning I was on my back and he was feasting on my clit with an exquisite softness and sweet finesse that only men who'd watched real lesbians would know how to do. I came more times than I can remember, and for the first time I had an orgasm during penetration with a guy that I had never slept with before. He's a skilled lover and a wonderful man. I fell madly in love with him and in less than a year we were engaged. I love him more than I have any of my previous male or female lovers. I even fantasized about him pounding me relentlessly while I masturbated against our furniture. This made my secret moments even hotter, because our sex was so amazing. It would be stellar if I could combine the two. But I was scared. For the first time, I was considering giving up my fetish. I didn't want anything to ruin this relationship. I was more than willing to give up this one thing for him. I managed to keep off the furniture for several months after we moved in together. We were having regular sex, so the edge of my appetite remained honed, but never sharpened to the razor edge of desperation...until the dry spell. It was nothing major, he and I both had very stressful work projects come up and we were either too tired or had no time for sex. After two weeks work went back to normal, but then I had an unnaturally brutal menstrual period. I was cramping so bad, that sex with a towel on the bed wasn't even an option. But still I wanted an orgasm. I finally understood my mother's defense of her nicotine addiction. I wondered if I could find a support group for this? So I went online and found nothing. Was there nothing anywhere to help? I couldn't even live vicariously through mpegs because there were none. The fruitless searching just magnified my desperation. Was I so alone in this need? In the end I broke. My period ended, but he got a terrible cold. After three days of nursing him, he finally looked better. I knew it would still be a few days before we had sex though. One afternoon I put him to bed with an aspirin and a sweet caress on his brow. Within three minutes I had my satin panties on and was astride our second hand furniture. Since I had been divorced and spent much of my time alone, I had relaxed my stringent silence habits. I had unlearned the breath control, and no longer shoved my face into the cushions to stifle an escaped whimper. That habit died in a solitary howling orgasm in my first apartment, and today I forgot I wasn't alone. It had been so long since I had felt this complete rush. No discomfort, no worrying about someone else's pleasure, just my own body arching and rubbing. It felt so good that I lost my peripheral awareness. I started to moan and mewl and sob. I came quickly and rushed into the orgasm, zooming right through, not stopping or even slowing. I knew it was just an instinctive reaction. My body had been denied for too long and it wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. That orgasm had just been a minor blip on my pleasure monitor. My entire weight was resting on the couch and I wasn't heeding the chafing on my inner thighs. I was riding so hard the couch was voicing its thoughts of my heedless passion with creaks and groans. It started to bang against the wall that hid my lover's eyes from my spectacular plummet off of the wagon. I could feel this second orgasm building steam...it was taking a little longer, but the tension was spreading and taking over my crotch, my thighs...all the way to my arched foot. I could feel it gathering in my quivering cheeks and rippling up my neck and scalp until I could feel it in the strands of my hair. I was unaware of the noises coming from my throat. They weren't the sweet trills of a lover's cry. They were the harsh guttural sounds of a feral animal following its basic instinct. My teeth were clenched as tight as my fisted hands that were pulling on the faded floral print. I was oh so close, I was at the top, and I hovered... From the corner of my eye I saw movement. As I crashed into a messy raucous detonation I locked eyes with my fiancé. His mouth was agape and his hand was on his rock solid cock. The last twitches of my body released him and he shot cum all over our antique coffee table. I guess he likes furniture too. ******** Today we went to the store to pick up a new couch. I've been a little rough on the old one. Since I realized that I never have to keep my fetish a secret from him, I told him about my fantasy of him fucking me while I am rubbing. We tried it with our couch, but the height is all wrong. The stores were all crammed full of miniature living rooms that tried to look tasteful and organized but are actually a clash of styles and colors. I wandered through the store and discreetly leaned against an arm or two. They were either too wide or too square or too low. We headed to the back where the bigger pieces of furniture were arranged. It's all large and mostly leather, designed for a man's study or library. It was sumptuous and elegant. He followed me, all the while keeping an eye out for the vulturous salesmen. I asked him about one that seemed to be a good height. It's dark brown chenille. I glanced at the large sample book. I told him we could stick with the color, but chenille would crush easily and would be completely ruined after only a few trysts on its perfectly curving sides. I pushed my pelvis against it. It was slightly higher than my waist. I would need a stool or something on one side then I could rest my other knee on the cushion. I whispered to him to stand closer and breathlessly I swung my leg over. He pushed up against my ass; I could feel his hard dick. It felt like he had been imagining me fucking all of the furniture. This was it! I couldn't help it. I started to fantasize about him inside me and I began to grind. We were partially hidden by a painted Japanese screen. My body was way ahead of me. Already I was close to climax. I begged him softly to unleash his cock. Little did I know it was already in his hand. He tore one side of my thong as he fumbled it out of the way. My body sucked him in and would not leg go as I leaned forward and grasped the wooden ball on the back corner of the couch. I used my arms for leverage because my left leg didn't reach the ground. I pushed and pulled and felt him pound me from behind. We were quiet but not without sound. Anyone who stood very still would be able to hear the wet sounds of passionate sex over the tinny muzak. I grunted quietly as I came. He knew it, could feel it and he lost control. He jerked and shook, flooding me with more cum then I've ever held. We were just dismounting when a salesman coughed discreetly. My skirt fluttered down demurely. I pressed my legs together to prevent the sticky moisture inside me from sliding down my legs along with the precariously dangling thong. I flicked a glance at my fiancé. His shirt hung down low enough to cover most of his open fly. I wondered how much the salesman had seen. We bought the unit from him. Neither one of us argued when he told us we had to take that unit or when he charged us double for the upholstery change.