0 comments/ 45022 views/ 4 favorites Time Out By: Deborah "Time Out" is Part Three of the sexual story of my life. "The Sophomore Jinx" which was posted on 10/1 was Part Two. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance. The summer after my sophomore year of college I had reason to take time out. Time out from my sexual adventures. I had reason to question the morality of what (and who) I had been doing. My girlfriend Roxanne begged me to go to church with her that summer. "More fun than you can possibly imagine," were her exact words. Finally I said "Yes." Quite often in fact. Although I was born and raised a Catholic, I had attended many different churches of many different denominations. I was searching for answers and a spiritual awakening. Roxanne's church was unique in that they did something I had never encountered before. I mean, I could wiggle and squirm on the floor and do my fake orgasm routine like they do on the Benny Hinn Show, but this was new stuff. "Dirty dancing!" I exclaimed to Roxanne the first time I saw the guys and girls gyrating in the name of God. Well, they called it "dancing in the spirit" and it progressed to even more fun; "spiritual connections." A "spiritual connection" was a powerful bond formed between you and your partner as you danced. This was a new way Jesus was visiting the church and perfecting love, according to Pastor Bob. Of course, these "spiritual connections" were never between a husband and wife because it was taught there were too many hurts built up over the years in a marriage for this to work right. These "hurts" were healed in a "spiritual connection" with some new partners and then the married or otherwise significantly involved couples would leave this "connection" and return to their same old boring relationship. And I thought frat parties were wild and crazy. My God, these holier-than-thous were horny! The "dancing in the spirit" was big fun but I never really got into it until somebody played a waltz. I said to Roxanne, "I can get down and dance to anything, but a waltz?" I could feel the juice squirt right out of my cunt when I heard Ravel's "La Valse." Before long, my first "connection" named Raymond, the Assistant Pastor, asked me to come upstairs to his office and get my free bible. Before you could say "King James" he had me on my back on the floor with my dress up and my panties down. Raymond kept chanting "ONE two three, ONE two three" as he pounded away inside me. Well, this went on like five times a week; Wednesday night, Friday night, Saturday afternoon and twice on Sunday. I never started to get the "itch" again, if you know what I mean, until Tuesday night or Wednesday morning. I suppose it was inevitable. Pastor Bob made it a point to establish a "spiritual connection" with me. Pastor Bob convinced me he talked to God and that he could cure me of my sexual sinning. "Repent you harlot!" he yelled at me over and over as he anointed me with his own personal holy fluid. He really got turned on when I mumbled in tongues with his cum dripping out of both sides of my mouth. I told Pastor Bob all the details of my past sexual history. He seemed particularly interested in escapades with my girlfriends in puberty. I swear, he made me talk about my first best pal Melissa at least a hundred times and how we played with each other's tight little pussies and fumbled our way to our first orgasms. Pastor Bob made me tell about our vibrators and other sex toys. "Am I better than that 8" Loving Touch Vibrator?" he asked over and over. "Yes!" I lied each time. Pastor Bob's wife was handicapped and wheelchair bound. He said she gave him permission to engage in sex with other women which of course meant it was not adultery and not a sin. "How many wives and concubines did King Solomon have?" he kept asking me. For some reason, Pastor Bob was particularly fond of oral sex, with him mostly being the sole beneficiary. I would suck his cock slowly and softly for hours while he would tell me bible stories. "Girls playing with girls is not a sin you know. Are we really to believe that our biblical heroes with multiple wives and concubines never did a threesome or foursome? Now, a 300some might be a stretch. Obviously polygamy is not prohibited by the bible. Picture this ... Our biblical hero spends the night with five of his ladies. Our hero takes care of business with one, and while he rests for a short spell, the ladies play with each other while the hero watches. Do you really think this guy needs to spend $10 for a Viagra pill?" Well, everybody in the church knew what was going on and most of them were doing it too. And then one dude who wasn't getting any, got it all on tape. Pastor Bob, quite the innovator, turned the incident into a religious experience. He called it his "feeding the fish" revelation. There was Pastor Bob and three of us fishes, Roxanne, Carolyn and me. On the tape Roxanne and I were double-teaming his cock while Carolyn was giving him a black kiss. She definitely had an anal fixation and the only way she would take it is up the ass and liked to reciprocate with her tongue. The following Sunday was quite enlightening in a spiritual sort of way. Pastor Bob was screaming on the pulpit, "I never had sex with those women!" Pastor Bob opened his bible to 1 Corinthians 14:34, "Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak ... " Everybody in the church service shouted "Hallelujah!" and "Amen!" "God has commanded me to keep these mouthy bitches quiet," the preacher continued as he motioned for the three of us fishes to approach the pulpit. Pastor Bob unzipped his pants and pulled it out. He grabbed Roxanne by her long hair and forced her down in front of him. "Oh virgin daughter of Babylon, repent, kneel down before the prophet." Then somebody started the VCR and projected you know what on the big screen behind the pulpit. Well, I was totally pissed off. It had taken me considerable effort and research to perfect my deep-throating techniques and I did not appreciate making this public knowledge. I had intended to copyright my "method," but never got around to it. So I stomped out of that church and never went back. I have been tempted, though. Roxanne told me they are now into encounter weekends where they get naked and participate in biblically correct sexual relations. According to Roxanne, "We re-enact Genesis, chapter 2, where Satan seduces Eve and impregnates her. Much beguiling (sneaky fucking) is the theme of encounter weekends. The guys get to make believe they are fallen angels and pretend they have big ones, and I don't mean feet. We depict an orgy as depicted in Exodus, chapter 32, except ours is biblically correct. The Song of Solomon is the crowning climax of the weekend, certain multiple orgasmic." I spent most of the rest of the summer with my favorite priest. It all started with my confession. I'm telling the Pastor Bob story in the booth and I hear the priest making strange noises, like "Ahhhh." Well, I didn't know, he could have been having some sort of attack. So I opened the door to his side of the booth and peeked in. Father Joseph was jerking off. "Here, let me do that for you, Father," I purred as I pried his hand from his cock and replaced it with my own. I soon substituted my mouth for my hand. Father Joseph stammered, "Ohhh, you are so much better than the altar boys!" Confession became part of my daily routine for the rest of the summer. Lucky for me there was not a run on confessions at that time and Father Joseph and I would spend hours in the booth. Roxanne had piqued my interest in the Song of Solomon, and I encouraged Father to read it to me. "Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins" he read from chapter 4, verse 5, as I sat on his cock and he licked and pulled the tips of my nipples. "Let me read to you!" I demanded. "Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits" I read from chapter 4, verse 16. I taught Father Joseph the pleasures of and proper techniques for cunnilingus. He was so incompetent. "Well, it's not my fault. How are you supposed to know how to please a woman when the only thing you have had in your mouth in years is little altar boy dicks?" Well, let me tell you, I made him practice and practice some more until he was eating pussy in his sleep. I still hear reports from his church that the nuns are now one smiling bunch of penguins. A few days before I had to return that institution of higher learning, I met up with a rabbi. I'm jogging with the Walkman singing, "Wild women do, and they don't regret it." Rabbi Elzaphan pulled over and engaged me in conversation. "Are you a Jewish princess?" he asked with a hopeful gleam in his eye. I spent the next two days showing him the real meaning of "kosher sex" and he rendered his interpretation of scriptures pertaining to Sodom and Gomorrah. He was an incredible lover. Only thing I didn't like, he smelled of sheep and he kept begging me to say "baaa, baaa" when he stuck it in me from behind. As a result of my spiritual experiences that summer, I learned some important lessons. Due to the religious counseling so compassionately provided by the pastor and the priest and the rabbi, it became rather obvious to me that God likes erotic. Ever since, I do what the tantrikas do. I pray at the time of orgasm. Don't tell me I'm not religious. I pray every chance I get. Time Out I woke up early Saturday morning to find the house quiet. I guessed my two sisters were still asleep. I slipped out of bed, and went to my younger sister's room. I was right - she was still asleep. I gently nudged the door open and went in. I went to her dresser and opened the top right drawer. I looked at the various panties she had in there. I carefully leafed through the neatly folded stacks, and found a pair to my liking. Actually, I liked pretty much everything she and my older sister wore. I've had a thing for panties and lingerie for a while now. I like to wear it. I wear it to bed and when I masturbate. I wear panties under my clothes. I wear panties to go swimming even. Something about wearing panties just makes me feel kind of sexy. I stepped into the panties and pulled them on. My sister turned in her sleep, and I froze in my tracks. She'd be annoyed with me if she saw I was wearing her panties. She turned but didn't wake up. I saw that when she turned, her nightgown had ridden up her stomach and uncovered her breasts. I'd not seen her tits in a long time, so I relished the view for a few minutes as my cock started to get hard and stiff. I slipped back out her room and returned to my own. I crawled into bed and lay there, stroking my crotch through the satin bikini I wore. Pretty soon I was fully hard. I pulled my cock out and started to stroke it with my hand. Just then, my older sister, "Taz", walked in. We call her Taz, 'cause she loves the Tasmanian devil character in the old bugs bunny cartoons. That, and in high school, she used to be a pretty serious party animal. She sat on my bed as I had my cock in my hand, and I opened my eyes to find her there. I could have died. I'm right in the middle of jerking off, and my sister walks in! She leaned over and her unbuttoned nightshirt hung open, and I could see her big 40DD breasts hanging there, nipples and all. She frequently went around like that, letting her tits hang out. She whispered to me, "Stop taking Sydney's panties to jerk off in. If you want some panties, you can have some of mine. She needs to have something to wear y'know." I smiled weakly and tried to keep from staring at Taz' breasts. She looked at my swollen cock in my hand, "Nice cock you've got there. Mind if I watch you for a bit?" Then I felt her hand on my dick, pushing my hand off. She started stroking it. I simply laid back and let her do what she wanted and enjoyed it. I lifted her shirt away from her breasts to see them better. She lifted one her tits to my mouth, "Go ahead…suck," she said softly as she stroked my cock faster, "That's what they're for. God knows they haven't even had that in awhile." I sucked on her nipple, gnawing gently with my teeth. "I gonna cum real soon!" I whispered to her. Suddenly she stopped whacking me off, "Scoot over," she said as she got comfortable on the bed next to me. She opened her legs, and realized she wasn't wearing panties. "Want to cum in my cunt?" she asked me. I didn't need to be asked twice. I rolled on top of her and mounted her, shoving my 8 inch long, 2 and half inch thick cock into her waiting wet, pink pussy. She trimmed her pussy hair into a thick hairy triangle right over her hole, and I could feel its softness as I made my first thrust. In the back of my mind, I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was, FUCKING my sister! I fucked her for an hour, my cock spewing a steady stream of hot white cum into her. I felt her grab me and hold on tightly. "Omigod! I'm cumming too! Fuck me harder!" she whispered as I started slamming my cock into her. Finally, I just collapsed on her, burying my face in her tits. "What…was…that…all…about?" I panted. I saw you swiping Syd's panties and wanted to tell you not to, then I saw your dick sticking up, all hard and swollen, and I just wanted to feel it in me. I couldn't help myself." "That felt really good! We haven't done that in a long time." I said to her. She used to suck my cock all the time when I was a teenager. She'd suck me off as I was going to bed so I could sleep better. She'd stroke my dick with a pair of panties, then let me cum in either the panties, or her mouth. Sometimes, she'd let me fuck her in the pussy, which I loved. "Take your dick out of my cunt and let me suck it." I pulled my shaft out of her, and slid up to her face and let my cock hang over her face for a moment. She smiled at me as I did, and then opened her mouth and I shoved my still hard cock in. Twenty minutes later, I shot my cum into her mouth. She let my cum swish around in her mouth before she finally swallowed it. Soon, she stood up and slipped a finger into her pussy, then put her finger in her mouth and sucked it as I watched. "Mmmmmm…yummy!" she cooed. "Okay, please remember what I asked; about Syd's panties. Like I said, you can wear anything of mine, just as long as you wash it before giving it back. I've got to get to work, but when I get back, I'll find some of my panties that you can have. I've got a bunch of stuff I don't wear much anymore, so you can have it. Put them to good use. Maybe we'll go shopping for some too." I nodded in agreement. She turned to leave, but I stopped her. "Wait a sec…" I scrambled off the bed and kneeled in front of her. I nuzzled my face into her cunt and ran my tongue from her slit down her thighs, licking up some of my cum that oozed out of her pussy and made her shiver. She looked at me in surprise, "Since when do you like cum?" she asked. I grinned and told her I'd been bisexual for about a year and in fact, I'd just fucked a good friend last weekend. He was hung! His cock was almost ten inches long. She smiled and then laughed as she slipped her nightshirt off and tossed it to me. "Try not to get any cum on it, okay?" With that, she headed to the shower. Soon afterwards, she was dressed and gone. I tucked my flaccid cock back into the panties and slipped on Taz's satin nightshirt, then went out to the backyard. I sat outside for awhile, reliving that morning. Eventually, I went back inside, thinking of taking a nap. As I passed Syd's room, she called out to me. I went in, completely forgetting I was wearing her panties and Taz's nightshirt. Sydney looked at me when I came in. Nice outfit…so why are you wearing my panties?" she asked. I said nothing for several minutes, then, "Well, I was horny, and wanted some panties to jack off in. I like your taste in panties, so I was going to…umm…borrow them for a bit so I could jack off. I saw your tits while you were asleep, and it made me hornier. I've seen you nude a time or two, and figured that the panties were the closest I'd ever get to actually fucking you." "And Taz's shirt?" she asked. "Wellll…she let me wear it." I paused a moment, "Just after I fucked her." Syd sat up in bed, "You FUCKED Taz?" she asked, shocked. "Yeah. She caught me taking you panties, and asked me not to, then started to help me jack off. Next thing I knew, she was on her back asking me If I wanted to cum in her cunt. So I did, and in her mouth. Honest!" I went on to tell Syd about how Taz used to give me blowjobs to help me sleep. "I believe you," she said. "So…what makes you think my panties are the closest you'll ever get to fucking me?" she asked, as she slid out of bed. "I mean…you just fucked Taz, didn't you?" "Yeah…" She stood up, and slid her red silk with black lace trim bikini panties off. She undid the tie that held it closed. "So…fuck me too," she said. "Make me cum, and you can wear my panties as much as you want." I wasn't about to resist. I approached her and pulled my cock out as I did. She sat on the edge of the bed and took my cock in her hands and stroked it. She leaned down and took it in her mouth. I thought she was going to simply lick it and suck it, but she kept taking my length into her. I felt my cock-head slide down her throat. I pushed her back on the bed, and rotated around, without my cock slipping from her mouth, and buried my face in her close shaved pubic hair, and slid my tongue into her pussy. I licked, sucked, nibbled on her tender clit as she kept trying to get more of my dick into her mouth. She was already taking me to the hilt, her lips lost in my thick pubic hair. Finally, with apparently some effort, she got my cock out of her throat and mouth and gasped, "Now! Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me like you did Taz!" Being the dutiful big brother I am, I couldn't neglect my sister's needs. She laid back on her back, just like Taz had a few hours before, and opened her legs to me. I mounted her like I did Taz, and began fucking her. She was wet. Very wet. And tight! Much tighter than Taz, but then again, Syd was only 18, Where Taz was in her late thirties, and me in my early thirties. We must have fucked for the entire afternoon, because we were still going at it strong when Taz came home from work. She heard the noise of Syd's climaxes and came to investigate. She stood in the doorway, a shocked look on her face that slowly gave way to laughter. That's when we noticed her. "Taz!" Syd exclaimed from beneath me, "What are you doing here?" "We closed early today, because things were slow. So…what are you two doing here? As if I have to ask," She said, "was I not enough for you, bro?" she asked. "Umm…actually…it was her idea. She wanted it. C'mon…you know I'd NEVER force her…" I tried to explain. All it got me was Syd's knee in my side. "Is that true Syd? He didn't force you or anything did he?" She asked. "No…he didn't force me. He's telling the truth," Syd answered. "Okay…I'm going to trust you two. I told him this morning not to be taking your panties though," she said, accepting our word. "I told him he could wear mine if he made me cum, so its all good, Sis. Seriously." Syd explained. "Okay…well, my offer still stands, bro. I figure I might as well let you wear my stuff too. I let Syd do it all the time anyway. So, if you want to wear my panties or other lingerie, that's fine, just make sure you clean what you borrow," Taz instructed. I smiled. I'd never had it so good. I'd fucked BOTH of my sisters in the same day, plus, they were both letting me wear their panties. What else could I ask for? I looked over my shoulder at Taz, who was still standing in the doorway. She was stroking her nipple through her blouse. I looked at Syd underneath me. I leaned my head to her ear. "Want to ask Taz to join us?" I whispered to her. She smiled and nodded. I looked back at Taz, who was starting to get a dreamy look in her eyes, as she started getting more and more turned on, "Taz, why don't you join us?" I asked her. She smiled and unbuttoned her blouse. She reached between her tits and started unfastening her front hook bra. She slipped the last hook apart and let the cups fall away from her breasts. Every time I see her and or Syd's tits, it takes my breath away. Both of them are fantastic! Syd and slid over on the bed as Taz laid down next to us. She lifted both her breasts in her hands and placed one at both mine, and Syd's mouths. I sucked her nipple for the second time that day. I started slowly moving inside Syd's pussy. My cock started growing hard again as I sucked Taz's nipple. I started picking up speed with each thrust into Syd. Syd moaned softly as I moved. She closed her eyes and bit down softly on her lower lip. "Fuck her pussy, fuck it hard! Nice and wet, and hot! She's so tight! Make her cum! Fuck her! Fuck your sister! Fuck your sister's pussy! Make her cum!" encouraged Taz. Syd's moaning began to increase, her grip around me tightened. She was getting close to cumming, I could tell. I thrust harder, my movements shaking, not only the bed, but both Syd, and Taz's tits as well. I love watching a woman's tits bounce….hey, you never know, you might get a free peek! Suddenly Syd's moans became silent for a moment, then she screamed, moaned and cried out at the same time as another orgasm slammed through her. Her nails dug into my back as she wrapped her legs around my hips and legs. I cut loose and held nothing back. I fucked her with everything I had, slamming my cock into her pussy like a jackhammer. Suddenly, stars exploded in my mind, as I felt a sensation I couldn't quite nail down at first. I hadn't cum yet, but it sure felt good. I suddenly figured it out-Taz had shoved something up my asshole, something REALLY fucking huge! Damn, that felt good, whatever it was! I shot my load of cum into Syd like a fire hose releasing all of its pressure at once. I was on automatic. I just kept thrusting and squirting, my cock making slurping noises as I filled her pussy with my cum. I couldn't stop. Gradually, I slowed to a stop, and laid my head down on Syd's breasts. I let out a deep sigh of relief and satisfaction. Syd laid there, quietly, her breathing slowly returning to normal in the afterglow. I was enjoying the feeling of whatever it was Taz had shoved in my ass, and didn't want it to stop. It eventually slipped out, and I slowly got up and pulled out of Syd's cunt. I reached down between Syd's legs and found the thing Taz had put in me. It was the biggest dildo I think I've EVER seen. Had to be 12 inches or more, and almost 3 inches thick. It was made to look like a real cock as well as feel like one. It worked…perfectly. I collapsed in a heap next to Syd, and let out a deep breath. Taz sat on the end of the bed from us, smiling as she tugged on her nipples. She lifted her breasts to her mouth, as they were plenty big enough to do so, and sucked her nipples. Taz wedged her way between Syd and I and laid down. Syd and rolled on our sides and faced her. As if on cue, we took her nipples in our mouths, and sucked until we all fell asleep. Time Out Our three year old daughter sat at the kitchen table coloring in her coloring book. We compromised after I took away the newspaper article that had her father's picture in it. He had won the small town's fishing derby a few days ago, and our daughter felt the need to color on the photo. When I asked why, she replied, "Because, Mommy! The picture is in black and white! Daddy had a yellow shirt on. You can't tell that if the picture is in black and white!" (With an answer like that, tell me my daughter isn't going to win the Nobel Prize or something.) I stood at the sink washing the dishes my husband was SUPPOSED to do before he left for the store. Our daughter sat at the table singing and telling me all about how she "totally understands" how all the crayons can happily exist in the same box. Then, she moved on to what happened on Seaseme Street, and then how Dora the Explorer helped to rescue the baby "gato" (apparently, that means "cat" in Spanish. I'll take her word for it.) I looked out the window to see my husband carrying two bags of groceries up the stairs to our deck. Instead of letting him fumble to open the door, I swung it open for him. He kissed me on the cheek and I could feel his day old stubble. He set the bags down on the table, accidentally hiding our daughter from his view. He turned to me, exasperated and said, "Why are some people fucking idiots?" Our daughter dropped her crayon and from behind the bags said in her cute pixie like voice, "MOOOOMMM! Daddy said a naughty word!" He jumped a mile and pushed the tops of the bags down to see her waving her little finger shamefully at him. "I didn't see her there." I laughed a bit, "Well, did you think the carrots and potatoes were talking to you? And why would they call me Mom?" He blushed as he took his baseball cap and turned it around backwards. My heart fluttered a bit. He looks so sexy like that; thirty-one years old and still wears his hat backwards. Our daughter chimed up again, "Mommy, Daddy said a naughty word." "Yes, he did." She reasoned, "Then Daddy needs a time out." She directed her glance to her father, "Go to the living room and sit facing the corner, Daddy. NO playing with my dollies, either." My husband turned to me with a shocked expression. "She can't do that!" he said, trying very hard not to smile. "Can she do that?" He turned to her, "Can you do that? You can't put me in time out." Our daughter smiled slyly, "Mommy can." I finished drying the dishes and wiped my hands on the towel. I smirked at him, "You heard her, Eric. She gave you a time out." Once again, my daughter directed, "Ahem! Go sit facing the corner for eleventy five minutes. No playing with my dollies or my blocks. 'Dis is for punishment." "And how long does 'eleventy five minutes' translate into?" he asked me. I shrugged, "How about ten minutes?" It was nice to see that my husband humored her. He tossed his keys on the table and walked passed her. She reached her little hand out and smacked his butt. "What was that for?" he asked, again trying not to smile. "It was a spankin'," our daughter replied with a "duh" tone to her voice. He sighed and walked into the living room. Our daughter followed, and cleared away a spot for him to sit. "No looking out the window. No playing with my dollies," she took them from his reach, "and NO talking and sass-backing." He grinned, "Back-sassing, you mean." "Hush!" she said as she pinched his lips, flattening them between her tiny fingers. I stood in the doorway of the living room laughing. Although, she did kiss his nose before wandering away. Looking at the clock, it was about 8:30 at night. It was time for her to go to bed. I told him, "I'm going to get her ready for bed. You sit there and finish being punished, Eric." "You can't be serious," he smiled, looking over his shoulder. I smiled, "Ooohh! You were talking! Now, your punishment is up to fifteen minutes!" "Wha'??" "Twenty-five minutes, Mister." "Bu ..." "You're sitting there for thirty minutes now!" Eric crossed his arms over his chest and faced the wall with a huff. I carried our sweet daughter to her bedroom and got her ready for sleep. She went down without a struggle and told me, "It was for his own good that I punished Daddy." I smiled and kissed her on the forehead as I clicked on her angel shaped nightlight. "Goodnight, my little moonbeam," I said as I tucked her in and shut her bedroom door. I decided to have some fun with this situation. Eric sat in the living room as I disappeared into our bedroom for a while. I could hear him hemming and haughing as I walked towards him. "You know," I began, "you shouldn't say those words in front of her." Eric, still facing the wall nodded his head. I bit my bottom lip and tried not to smile. "You're a very naughty boy, and I'm going to have to let you sit here." I stepped in front of him and watched as his eyes became wide. He caressed every inch of me from feet to head with his eyes. Standing between him and the corner of the wall, I wore a satin floor-length daffodil yellow piece of lingerie. There was a slit up both of the legs and revealed the fact that I didn't have panties or a thong on. I smirked as his caramel brown eyes lingered at the plunging bust line that just barely contained my 36C breasts. I winked at him as I bent over low to his level, my ass brushing against the corner of the wall. "Are we learning our lesson, Mister?" I asked. Eric nodded his head almost in a stupor and said, "I promise to be a good boy if you let me touch." I snickered as I lightly blew into his ear. "A good boy? What if I don't want a good boy? What if I want a naughty boy?" "I-I-I can do that, too." "Well, naughty people get punished in this house," I said as I purposefully crossed my arms under my breasts causing them to round out greatly. Eric's mind just short circuited at the contradiction. "Don't confuse me. Its not nice. I'm not that swift." I caressed his face as I brought my kissable pink lips to meet his. He eagerly slipped his tongue into my mouth. I gently straddled his hips, my knees hitting the carpet. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and traced the brim of his backwards hat with my French manicured nails. I could feel his hands caress my legs and around to my ass, squeezing gently and playfully. "I think I want a naughty boy tonight," I whispered very close to his ear. He changed direction of his kisses and dropped them to my breasts. He freed one of them from the confines of the lingerie and began to suck the erect nipple. A gasp escaped me at how wonderful it felt. It had been some time since we had gotten to have sex and pleasure each other. I encouraged him to stay there as I cupped my hands around the back of his neck. Eric rolled his tongue around the nipple and gently nipped at it. The sensations that shot through my body were incredible. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each of his licks. I pulled his hat off and yanked his t-shirt over his head. I replaced his hat backwards on his head. "I just love how sexy you look like this," I commented. Soon, he freed the other breast and messaged it while his other hand traced my thigh in the slit of the lingerie. He smiled as he brought that finger closer to my tight pussy. He was pleasantly surprised to feel a great trim job and freshly shaved pussy lips. I melted into him as he slid his finger deep inside my pussy. It felt better than any dildo! I pressed my hips downward so he could slide farther inside and back. For sure, there must have been a wet spot on his khaki shorts by now. I ran my fingers through the dark hair on his chest and gently pinched his nipples. He laughed at the feel. "Damn, that DOES feel good!" he said. I smiled as I pulled him backwards to have him on top of me. His 220 pounds kept me very warm and feeling safe. Quickly, I dropped his zipper and unsnapped the button. I was pleasantly surprised to see that he never put on boxers before he went to the store! So, I got to see all seven of his delicious inches erect as soon as the zipper dropped. I rocked my hips forward to show him how much I wanted his hardened cock deep inside my pussy. I stretched my arm back to make my breasts rise up. I noticed I still had plenty of head room in the corner. "That looks so hot," he smiled. I caressed the top of his backwards hat and began to seductively brush my hands over my breasts. He smiled bigger at the sight of me touching myself. Knowing exactly what he wanted, I dropped my hands to the side of the yellow lingerie and slowly started to pile it up above my ass, revealing my trim job. Eric lay on his side, enjoying the show. I could feel his erection lightly touching the bare skin of my thigh. I brought one hand back up to my breast and slid one hand between legs. Eric gently spread my knees apart to get a better view of his own private show. "Oh, you're gonna masturbate for me?" he whispered. I nodded as my finger slid to my hardened clit. I was already sopping wet and could feel it trickling down my inner thigh. Slowly I began to work my clit in clockwise circles. Eric bit his bottom lip as he watched. I slid my finger down to my tight pussy and inserted a finger into myself. Being half covered by the lingerie and half exposed, I felt so sexy; kind of like, "Guess what else I'm hiding?" "God, you look you so sexy," Eric whispered in a husky voice as he watched me slide my finger back up to my clit. After a few more circles, he took my fingers to his mouth and sucked all my sweet juices from them. It was the most erotic thing to see! It turned me on so much more. He placed my hand back between my legs. I interlaced his fingers with mine and allowed him to "help" me masturbate. He gets so turned on when he gets to "help." I let that go on for a little while and stopped myself just short of an orgasm. My eyes were frosted in ecstasy when I said, "Eric, I want you to fuck me so hard." Eric smiled and said, "Aaawww! You said a naughty word! You're gonna have to have a time out, too!" I grinned and blushed, "Oops! Well, this is a time out I'm glad to take." Eric knelt between my legs and slid his cock into my dripping wet pussy. I gasped at how good it felt. He always stretched me so pleasingly with such a great full feeling between my legs. Soon, he was fully inside and began the best pace of thrusting. I could feel the carpet rub against my bare ass, but not really causing a rug burn. It felt kind of cool, actually. In the back of my mind, I wondered what it would feel like against my clit. Eric placed his strong hands on my hips and picked them up a bit off the floor. I reached my arms back and used the wall for leverage and pushed back against his thrusts. Oh, that made it feel so good! It wasn't long before my hushed moans and groans began to fill the corner of the living room. I could feel Eric slide one of his hands around under the curve of my ass. I dropped my knees wider apart and that put my pussy at a whole different angle for him to thrust at. It also opened my ass a bit, too. "Roll over," Eric said, breathlessly. I gladly obeyed. I pulled the lingerie up over my ass for him. "Oh, that's so nice, baby. It looks like you've been working on it." (Every woman's dream is to hear that her man notices something like that!) He slid his cock back inside my pussy. The different angle was amazing! "You're so tight! I love it! I love your pussy, baby," he said. Eric slowly worked his finger into my tight ass. The feeling was so naughty, it was erotic. The stimulation from his cock in my pussy and finger in my ass almost made me cum. "Can I rub my clit?" I asked as I looked over my shoulder at him. "Oh God, baby, please! Cum on my hard cock for me." I graciously obeyed and began rubbing my clit in up and down motions with two fingers. I usually use only one, but the feeling of two heightened the pleasure. Eric pushed his finger into my ass down his base knuckle. Another not-so-hushed moan escaped my lips. Eric gently wiggled his finger around, adding to the erotic feel. His thrusting was practically pounding. I couldn't contain myself anymore. I came with such force that I almost pushed his cock out of me! My hips bucked as he pounded my pussy with the perfect amount of force. I pulled my hand from my clit and noticed that I was still cumming! He made me have a vaginal orgasm, which is all but impossible for me! I groaned his name out in ecstasy as I felt him release deep inside my clenched pussy. He pounded his way through his orgasm, which intensified mine. It took us several moments to come down from our sexual highs. I turned around to see him with his hat still on backwards and his khaki shorts sporting a huge wet spot across the front. "Oops," I blushed as I pointed to them. Eric smiled, "Don't worry about it. It'll come out." He wrapped me in a hug as I felt his cock soften against my thigh. I grinned as I kissed his cheek. "So, Mister. Have you learned you lesson?" He grinned, "Hmm ... it was the best punishment I've ever received. I might use naughty words more often." THE END Time Out Excitement. Sex. Those are the things sorely missing in my life right now until I met him. At first, things were just nice. We work together at the grocery, exchange pleasantries, talk about trivial things. He has always been pleasing to the eyes—tall, muscular, sweet almost cherubic face, kind hazel eyes, and an unbelievably gorgeous ass as far as I can tell from the way he wears his pants. One day, as I was standing with my back turned helping out a customer, he suddenly grabbed me by the waist to move me aside. And that's when it happened. I felt an electric shock that ran from his fingertips to my waist and coursed through my body. I was momentarily stunned but quickly pretended not to feel anything. After that day, I began to see him in a whole new way. I started to notice how his forearms were so sinewy and how his hands were big and capable. How he walked with a certain grace for a man his size. How his ass looked so good when he was bending over to put away bread. It also made me realize how the women I work with saw him as well. I was clearly not the only one who found him sexy. He is a hot bald man and you would have to be dead not to notice him. Work no longer became boring and monotonous. It was a place where I could see him, talk to him, and exchange jokes. Sometimes, I notice he would find excuses to get closer to me and touch me. Some days I would catch him watching me closely, but I would brush it aside as mere coincidence. At night, I would dream of him constantly touching me, worshipping me with his tongue, plunging his big hard cock into me over and over again. I would always wake up with my pussy soaking wet, wanting more. I am happy living with the sexual fantasies in my head. I am married and he is currently in a serious relationship. Late one night, as I take things from my locker and get ready to go home, I feel someone's hard body press against mine. A man's husky voice whispers into my ear, "All for you." I turn to see who it is and find the man who has been invading my dreams. I quickly look around to see if there are other staff members who would see how close he's standing behind me. We're alone. At this point, he moves closer and I am pinned against the locker. I could feel just how hard he is all over. He whispers about how he's always found me hot and how he's always wanted to fuck me from day one. My knees turn to jelly, especially with the way he said those hot and nasty things to me. They were everything I wanted him to do to me and more. I turn to say something, but my words got lost in his mouth. He was kissing me passionately, biting my lower lip, sucking on it. I was drowning, I knew this was wrong but I couldn't stop. I turn to face him and start kissing him back hard with all the passion I have been feeling for him for the past few months. The sexual desire I have been keeping at bay rushes out of me and there's no stopping it. We kiss for what seems like ages until we were both out of breath. "I want you now," he says. I just nod because I couldn't trust myself to speak. We both look into the direction of the ladies' room; he grabs my hand and pulls me there. He fumbles with the door knob for a few seconds but we eventually manage to get in. He continues to kiss me—my lips, neck, the hollow between my collarbones. Sucking hard then soft. All this time his hands explore my body. We back up against the sink and he grabs my ass and puts me on top of it. I wrap my legs around his butt, my hands touching his back, feeling his muscles flex. I feel his hard length pressing against me, grinding into me through our clothes. A whimper escapes my lips because of sheer anticipation. I grab his cock and start to stroke it through his pants. He moans in appreciation. I stroke him some more and he kisses me harder. His big strong hands begin to squeeze my breasts through my blouse. My nipples have turned into little pebbles of pleasure. The sensation created by his calloused palms only excited me more. Everything about him feels hard. He is everything I imagined he would be and so much more. I start unbuttoning his pants but my hands begin to shake badly. He pushes my hands away impatiently and unzips his pants, and in one sweeping motion, he puts his pants and briefs down to his knees. His beautiful cock springs out, pre-cum already leaking from its head. I stare at it mesmerized, my hand reaching for it instinctively. I stroke his cock once and squeeze the head to get his juices out. I lick the pre-cum off my fingers while he watches me. The act only excites him more. He grabs me and turns me around to face the toilet mirror. He unbuttons my pants, and in an instant, I am naked from the waist down. "Look at me. I want to watch your face when I enter you for the first time," he says. I stare at him in the mirror with fear and excitement in my eyes. I feel his cock slowing entering my tight wet pussy, stretching me, filling me. Oh God, it feels so good. I start to moan and push my hips back to try to get more of him inside me. He grabs my hair and starts to fuck me hard. He is staring at our image in the mirror. Watching me react to what he's doing. He fucks me faster by the second, and when I feel my body about to climax, he slows down and makes me beg for it. To ask him to give me what I need so badly. "Tell me what you want," he says. "Please don't stop... Please don't stop fucking me," I beg. As he starts pumping faster and harder, I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger with each thrust. His hazel eyes turn to molten brown as we stare at each other's reflection. I could see he was close to the point of no return. I start to move my hips faster, and then feel his hand touch my clit, rubbing it with his fingers. At this point, I don't care if anyone comes into the ladies' room. I was cumming so hard he had to cover my lips with his hand to muffle the screams that were coming out of me. It felt so good I almost blacked out. He started to cum as well. I could feel his hot load shooting inside me over and over again. Minutes after our breathing returned to normal, we began dressing up. I couldn't look at him, but I knew he was watching me with those intense eyes. I quietly exit the ladies' room, and not long after heard the door click. I knew he was just a few steps behind me. We get into our separate cars and leave for the night. The next day, we act as if nothing ever happened. We exchange pleasantries like polite colleagues should, but our eyes say it all. At the end of the day, I see a note stuck to the windshield of my car that says: "Looking forward to our next adventure." No signature needed.