0 comments/ 1108826 views/ 4 favorites In The Night By: ycherry She had this fantasy before and tonight Andrew was going to fulfill it for her. The room was very dark; a security light from the backyard caused a sliver of illumination in her room, but just barely. Her usual bed attire was a satin pajama top (no pants) and a pair of socks; Andrew knew this. He was wearing all black: ski mask, t-shirt, running pants, running shoes. He did not wear underwear or socks. Andrew came through the backyard gate toward her bedroom, which accessed her window, some time after 2:00 in the morning. She left the window unlocked and ajar before she went to sleep about midnight; knowing he would be coming tonight. The thoughts he had about her began to arouse him, thinking of her silky smooth skin, under that pajama top and below that top, below her navel lay that smooth, plump, juicy access of love that Andrew needed more and more during their talks on the telephone. As she slept, he slid open the bedroom window very slowly and quietly, not to wake her. Hopping up on the window opening and climbing in the window, he closed and locked it behind him. Standing above her at the right side of her bed, Andrew watched her sleep. She was lying on her left side; the pajama top slightly covered her exposed smooth round ass. Andrew smiled as he thought of how their fantasy would occur, since she agreed to let him do as he wished. Andrew roughly pulled the sheet away from her, startling her awake. He suddenly pulled her over on her back and placed his hand over her mouth. "Do as I tell you and I will not hurt you. Do not scream when I remove my hand. Just lay still for now and hold onto the headboard spindles, as I tie you here." Andrew removed his hand from her mouth and she said nothing and lay perfectly still, when he tied her to the headboard. In the shadows, she saw him remove his clothing and his mask. His profile was familiar; she secretly smiled to herself, knowing it was he, seeing his mouth-watering body in the shadows. Then he blindfolded her. Andrew climbed in bed over her, straddling her tummy and unbuttoned her shirt with haste. His cock was ready for her. She had not realized how wet she had become as a result of this forceful fantasy and knowing it was the man who had previously brought her to orgasm time and time again in the past, so gently and passionately. Inching his cock closer to her lips, Andrew told her to make him harder. "Open your mouth, now!" With his right hand, Andrew pushed his stiff cock against her lips and opening them, she opened her mouth wide, and he slid his cock inside her, leaning further sliding his entire cock deep inside her hot wet mouth. Once completely inside her, Andrew was pumping, roughly, pounding his cock inside her mouth, as he held onto the headboard for support. She was enjoying this naughty side of him. His cock was swelling and becoming stiffer in her as she sucked him harder and harder. Feeling as if Andrew would cum any minute, he removed his hardness from her mouth. He leaned over her and placed his slippery wet cock between her breasts. Holding her breasts together as he throbbed, Andrew began to slide himself slowly back and forth between her breasts. Oh, fuck this is good, he thought to himself. Suddenly, he stopped, got up from the bed. Andrew left her in the bedroom and went to the kitchen. She could hear clicking and glass, but she could not clearly determine what the noises were, exactly. She heard his footsteps returning down the hall toward the bedroom. She heard him place a glass container on the nightstand. The he climbed on the bed and he straddled her for a few seconds and sat there looking at her. It seemed like an eternity. Moving his body to lean over her, she felt his hardness on her breast and then his ice-cold hands grabbed her breast and squeezed her nipples. The sensation was invigorating the combination of the cold and the aching between her legs. Her nipples had always been so sensitive and this was excruciating, but good in a weird way. As he previously instructed, she continued stay quiet, but she wanted to scream in pleasure as he continued to make her yearn for him. Andrew had an ice cube in each hand. On his knees, he moved backward toward her ankles and sat there. He told her to open her legs as he restricted her ankles. Using the ice cube, she felt him place a cube on each one of her legs rubbing them agonizingly slow, upward. She felt the coldness of the ice melting against her warm skin. He teased her at the inside and under her knees, up to her inner thighs. He ordered, "Open your legs, wider. I want to see my wet pussy, taste you, and lick my clit!" She heard his breathing becoming heavier. The ice cubes were becoming pebbles in his hands as he approached the inner creases at the tops of her thighs at the delicate paradise. Andrew held the ice there, melting, as she felt the ice dripping its coldness down her ass. He swiftly slid an ice-cold index finger into her hot wet pussy and she loved it. Squeezing the inner muscles of her pussy as he fucked her, it was difficult not to cry out, how good that felt. She started taking long deep breaths of air through her nose as she felt him add more cold fingers in her pussy and he fucked her harder. The faster and harder he fucked her the sooner she was about to reached an orgasm. Then he stopped. Damn him! She craved that he would fuck her to oblivion with that rock hard cock; like an "intruder" would. Instead, Andrew teased her, rubbing it against her legs and stomach. She felt him return to his knees; moving up her body; that ached for his cock. Her pussy wanted him, but he leaned over for more ice. This time, he had only one cube and she felt its coldness rising up her stomach to her breasts. Andrew rubbed the ice on the right nipple as he sucked on the left nipple, consuming her breast as he swirled the ice around the right nipple; it hardened. Then he reversed the process devouring the right breast and nipple as it now felt frozen. The ice reached her neck and she felt the ice water running down her neck, then he licked the wetness, biting her neck, sucking it, knowing that marks would be remain, long after he left. He kissed her not as gentle and tender as always, but rougher, probing the inside of her mouth with his tongue, rubbing his hips against her. Feeling his cock rubbing over her pussy, and her not being able to put him inside her, made her ache for him even more. She tried to move her body in such a way to ease him inside her, but he had her pinned to the bed with his body that, the idea of hers was not possible. Andrew could not last much longer, watching her body squirm as he teased her with the ice. His cock was so thick and hard. He needed to be inside her now. Wanting to taste her, Andrew moved down her body, biting her throat, sucking her breasts, biting her nipples, squeezing her breasts. Andrew devoured her forcefully. Continuing to move down her body, he nibbled and gently bit her skin. She was in total lust for a raw person who was taking her to another galaxy. Not being able to put off being inside her, he took her legs and placed them on his shoulders and slid his hardness inside her all at once. He moaned in pleasure feeling her body reach up to meet him as he pushed himself inside her. She tensed up for a moment and made a noise he never heard from her before, he slid from her and pounded her repeatedly. His hardness throbbed inside her and it felt so good as Andrew moved in and out, in and out, they both grunted as they pushed against each other. He placed his body against her and untied her arms from the headboard. Opening her legs, she wrapped them around him and held him to her. Holding him to her, she felt Andrew's cock throbbing inside her; then she began to squeeze his cock with her inner muscles. Their bodies were motionless, yet their genitals moved in harmony. As if, there was a synchronized little dance. As she aggressively climaxed, Andrew knew he was going to cum. quickly, he pulled away from her and came over her stomach load after load. She was drenched. Andrew then lay over her and suckled her neck, nibbling, kissing, and licking. Listening to his breath, she began to rotate her hips and this made Andrew's cock which was still thick, become hard again, she held him to her with her arms as she caressed his back with her fingers in long smooth strokes and continued to move her hips suggestively.; Making Andrew harder, stiffer as he lay above her. She felt the impressive erection coming to life again and managed to move from beneath him and placed her back against him. Andrew felt her wiggle her bottom against him. His arms embraced her from behind. Feeling his kisses on her shoulders and back, his hands massaged her breasts and pulled her nipples. Her persistent grind against him and feeling him growing harder against her back made her aware of his need. It felt larger than before. With Andrew's knee from behind her, he moved her legs apart; taking her left thigh over his; so that his fingers could slip over her swollen wet pussy lips. She gasped when he slipped two inside to stir her nectar. In one swift movement, Andrew entered her from behind, like only her dream had allowed, until now. His cock seemed to grow even more than before, filling her more than the first time; like she had never been filled. Their bodies moved into each other in deep passion. She came around his cock in a gush of liquid fire and spasms. Her whole body quivered, as her pussy clamped tightly around Andrew's thrusting cock. Her fourth orgasm sent him over the edge. He violently rammed into her as he erupted inside her pussy. He was grunting and moaning as some of this load streamed out of her pussy. He held her tight as he pushed the last of his load inside her, seemingly out of breathe. Her eyes flew open, when he plunged into her the last time, but all she could see was darkness. Holding her tightly, she listened to his rapid shallow breathing. Slowly he slid from her and lay over on his back. She continued to lie on her side, turned away from him, listening to his breathing. "That was great, baby God, you are so tight," a familiar voice said. "I could tell you liked it. You seemed to have come forever. Are you happy? I hope I managed to complete your fantasy." "Mmmmmmmmm yes, baby," was all she could say. That was incredible. He was so intensely erotic to her. She was thinking how much this fantasy was exactly what she wanted. Andrew felt what she was thinking, and whatever she wanted, he gave himself up to. "I'm thirsty, come on", he said as he took her hand and went to the kitchen; walking naked down the hallway; hand in hand. Taking glasses from the cabinet, he handed them to her. Andrew removed a bottle of apple juice from the refrigerator and filled the glasses and handed one of the glasses to her. She rubbed his arm as the hair, stood up and glistened from the light outside. Andrew drank all of his juice and removed the half-empty glass from her hand. Their lips never parted as he leaned her against the counter. She felt his rigid cock standing before her abdomen, as she wrapped her arms around him, urging him closer to her. He turned her facing the counter; kissing her neck, shoulders and sucking her ears. As she supported herself on the counter, he filled her, finding pleasure spots that she didn't know existed. Her ass cushioned his plunging into her; deeper, luscious strokes in her pussy. His kisses never stopped. They drank from each other as the desire to explode as one. His thrusting moved her to delicious places unknown. She could feel the build-up of an orgasm that without warning caused her back to arch and she came. Her head was turned to receive his lips that kept hers captive, as he muffled my orgasmic whimpers. She could feel him thicken, pulse. With one hard thrust, he came. Sweat dripped down our bodies. However, his lips never left hers. It was her turn to muffle his cries. He held her, kissing her back and tasting her skin. Finally, Andrew pulled away, standing upright. She turned around to face him, kissing the corners of his mouth, licking his lips, slowly entering her tongue into his mouth. His tongue danced inside his mouth. This time was infinity to her before releasing her. "Andrew, sweetheart no one makes me cum like you do. Thank you so much for this…I look forward to fulfilling a fantasy of yours." In the Night It was one of those nights, the kind where you wake up for no reason and can't go back to sleep. It came as quite a surprise since, after the wine at dinner and our passionate love making, I had fallen into a deep dreamless state. The waitress must have given me caffeine in spite of my request for decaf. It was the only explanation that made sense. Well, at least I had the opportunity to observe him without making either of us uncomfortable. He was lying on his side, breathing in that deep steady rhythm of restful sleep. The covers came to his waist leaving his torso and back exposed to the soft light streaming through the curtains. I loved the way he looked and I wanted to run my hands over all of him. I was sitting in the upholstered chair across the room from the large four-poster bed, my knees pulled up and my head resting on the top of them. I just watched him sleep and reflected on how we met. We certainly had a story to tell; that is, if we could ever tell it. My arms released my legs and I stretched out, running my hands down my semi-naked form. Just the sight of him brought me to a state of arousal. I slid my hand under the edge of my panties and down to my slit. I was moist. I toyed with the idea of waking him, but hesitated; he looked so at peace. His face moved with the expression of some unknown dream and he sighed as he rolled onto his back. He looked different when he slept. The deep relaxation changing the appearance of his face, stress and tension eased. I wanted him like this. I wanted to kiss this face. I stood silently and slid my panties off, stepping out of them toward the king size platform that engulfed this room. I wanted to move without waking him, so I proceeded slowly never taking my eyes from his form; alert for any sign that I had disturbed him. I saw none, so I continued to the edge of the bed. I climbed the small step stool positioned on the side. The moonlight behind me cast a shadow over his face as I stood over him. Slowly, I lowered myself into the bed making as little movement as possible. I slid my feet under the covers and moved as close to him as I could. I thought I detected some movement under his eyelids, but after a moment his breathing steadied and I was reassured that he still slept. Again, I marveled at out meeting. Do you ever wonder whether God makes one person and then splits them in half sending them out into the world and letting chance determine if they should ever meet? I pondered this thought as I looked at him. I would not have him long, our respective lives were well established and our sense of obligation too strong to give in to our personal desires. I would cherish what time we did have. My fingertips brushed his face as I traced the outline of his mouth. I loved it when I could make him smile. I moved on to his forehead, which bore the lines of worry and consternation. Life could be hard sometimes. I wondered, was life easier or harder since we had met? His eyes flickered. Had I woken him? My hands moved to his chest where I began to touch him purposefully. I traveled up and down his body seeking every ridge and depression. I wanted to feel him, caress every muscle; learn the map of his body in the dark by touch alone. I could smell the scent of our earlier encounter and breathed it in deeply, savoring the mix of our flavors. I kissed his shoulder, then his neck and finally his mouth. His hands reached behind me and pulled me close. He was awake now, but remained silent as he crushed me against him and met my embrace. My tongue traced his mouth once again before it plunged between his lips to taste him fully. My hands combed his hair. His passion met mine and soon we were both breathing deeply, fully aroused. "Shhh," I whispered. "Let me." I rose up on all fours and disengaged from his embrace. My mouth began to explore him and his hands found their way into my hair, winding it in thickness. I began at his throat and worked my way down missing nothing. I took my time searching for every tender and ticklish spot. I paid close attention to his nipples, which hardened under my tongue. I flicked them and then nibbled. I was rewarded with a groan. His hands pulled me upward, but I resisted. I intertwined my hands with his and moved them firmly aside as I continued my trek to the lower reaches of his naked form. Having gotten the message, he kicked the covers off so that I could continue unimpeded. I moved down to the lower abdomen, just above his very erect penis but I was careful to avoid touching it. I wandered all around but was sure to leave his cock unattended. He began to move his hips seeking attention for his neglected erection, but I smiled and moved away, traveling down his legs and feet. I rubbed the soles of his feet gently, massaging them with my thumbs. "Please," he muttered. "Relax," I replied, enjoying his discomfort. I wanted him to ache for me the way he often made me ache for him. I was simply in no hurry; the exploration of his body was my intent. Starting with his feet, I began anew. My mouth traced a path up his legs to his thighs, where I began to rub and massage with firmness. My hands massaged from his shoulders to his legs alternating with light finger pressure to a deep palm pressure. Occasionally my nails would scratch gently. His cock grew harder and I could see his balls draw up. Finally, I bent down and took the tip of him into my mouth. My tongue circled the tip of his erection and then ran down the side. I could taste our juices from earlier and I savored the sweet mix. Moving back up with light kisses, I took his cock into my mouth completely while pressing my tongue to the ridge on the underneath. He groaned and placed his hands lightly on my head in appreciation of my efforts. I began to move him in and out of my mouth, sucking slightly and moving my tongue along the side. It was not long before I felt his balls pull up further. I stopped and pulled away. Aahh, he was frustrated. I smiled slightly and moved back up to his face, which I showered with light kisses everywhere. His hands came to both sides and pulled me on top of him and I went willingly. My legs spread placing him underneath of me. His cock rested underneath of my very wet and ready pussy. But, I did not take him in yet. I leaned forward instead and dangled my breast over his mouth, which he sucked on greedily. My hands found his, entwined his fingers between mine and pinned them to the bed above his head while he continued to suck and bite my nipples. My own need grew to match his; I could not delay any longer. Releasing his hands, I reached down and positioned myself over him. I came down on his cock completely, pressing my hips into his, sitting up for maximum penetration. The feeling was exquisite and I moaned softly with satisfaction. His hands sought out my breasts and pinched my nipples lightly. My need intensified and I lifted up and then settled back again; the beginning of the rhythm that I slid into. My head rolled in circles, my eyes closed, as I lost myself in the rocking motion. I continued this way for some time, delighting in the fullness of my pussy. Suddenly, he reached up and pulled me over. Without ever disengaging, he took control, rolling me under him. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his torso, pulling him deeper into me. Now he controlled the motion and I could only match him. "I need to fuck you now," he groaned. I responded by running my hands down his back and lightly running my fingernails across his buttocks. His motion intensified, and I pushed down to meet him at each stroke, a gasp escaped my lips each time his force met mine. "Please do," I replied, truly loving the intensity of his need. His hands reached up and raked my hair, taking a lock into each. He pulled me against him, my head back from the tension, my back arched and neck exposed. I held this way, steady against his driving force, not wanting it to end. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as my own orgasm began to build. His strokes lengthened as he pulled out as far as possible each time. My pelvic muscles began to tighten and the warmth spread down my legs to my toes. His own orgasm was close, betrayed by the sound his breathing, which matched mine. I moved both hands across his shoulders, scratching his flesh with my nails. It pushed him over the edge, and he exploded with force deeply inside of me. The pressure of his cum felt by me as he emptied. His motion stopped, but I did not release my legs from around him. I wanted to remain with him inside of me for as long as possible. He kissed my neck and then my mouth deeply. His hands released my hair and reached over to cup my face. I could see his satisfied expression in the moonlight. "Thank you," I whispered. Truly grateful for the way he made me feel. As he lifted up and rolled to the side, he took care to ensure that our connection was not lost. Moments later we were both asleep, my head resting against him as if there was no other place it should be. In The Night "What are your best memories Bill?" Talia enquired. "Well, my college days were some of the best I could have hoped or dreamed for," Bill replied. "Well you have any stories to share?" Talia asked. "Certainly, this particular story happened in my penultimate year at college," I began. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon; I had just finished class and was headed to my dorm. I bumped into Ingrid; she was quite a cutie, whom I had my eye on. We exchanged pleasantries and she offered me some marijuana which was with a friend with whom I was acquainted. She was wearing a pair of shorts, a halter neck top and a shawl wrapped around that. Her lip was pierced on the lower right of her bottom lip and large sunglasses over her beautiful brown eyes. We entered the room, a friend of ours Samuel was there with some good weed. All three of us then walked to another friend's room. Her name was Anna and she was quite something to behold. She was in casual attire; a blue sweater and micro shorts were all she had on. She however, was and still is a woman of many styles. All of which she pulled off flawlessly. We greeted Anna and we sat down to some weed and Jimi Hendrix on an IPod. Soon though, Samuel informed us he had to leave for another pressing engagement. So then only me, Ingrid and Anna were in the room. "Ladies, you up for some fun?" I asked. "Yes, of course," Ingrid replied. "What did you have in mind," Anna enquired. "Well, something daring," I replied with a sly wink. "How about you go first Anna?" I say to her. "Tell me what you want me to do," Anna said to me rather confidently. The dorms we were in were one of six others all over the campus. That particular one had four blocks, which had four stories and a maze of corridors and stairs. The last block overlooked an almost always deserted parking lot. "Ok Anna, I want you to head over to the grass between the gate and A block then come back here," I said. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that, but I am not one to back down," Anna said to me. She stood up and pulled off her sweater and tossed it on the bed. She had a white bra on, nothing fancy as she was just lounging around in the first place. Then she pulled down her shorts and revealed a rather tiny pair of white panties. She popped off her bra to reveal her perky tits; they were a handful and just the right size. She then slipped her panties off; her pussy was beautifully manicured, her body was gorgeous, and her skin was tanned all over. "Oh, by the way you need to be out there for at least five minutes Anna," I said. Anna turned around and went to the table and grabbed her watch. "Make it ten honey," Anna said to me in a seductive manner. She then headed out and closed the door behind her. Anna looked left and right and turned right, all was quiet, except of course the sounds of the night. It was only about 11:30 at night but people may still have been moving about. Then as she reached a junction with stairs heading up and down she heard some voices, people were coming up the stairs. Anna dashed up to the next floor and waited; hoping whoever was coming up the stairs wouldn't need to head up another flight of stairs. She slyly peered around the corner and breathed a sigh of relief as they headed in to the first dorm room on that end of the corridor. She gingerly stepped down the stairs and reached the ground floor. She then headed through a gap where a high wall with a walkway on top was to the left and the dorm building to the right as opposed to the open walkway on the other side. The ground upon which she steps rises to the first floor of the next block. Before her was a rather wide walkway, which led to the campus itself. She crossed rather nonchalantly seemingly not at all mindful at her lack of attire. Now, she headed to the corridor of the next block and walked past the first corridor to the start of the next block. The gap between the two blocks was smaller than the last gap she crossed. The lights of the dorms were off except one or two on the fourth floor. There were large glass doors at every room. Anna continued to enjoy the thrill as the balmy summer night's air caressed her body and the adrenaline continued to pump through her veins. She was now at the B block and began the last stretch to A block. She glanced at her watch and noted about five minutes had passed. She glanced around carefully surveying her surroundings. All seemed clear and she headed off, then she heard the distinctive sound of a door unlocking and hid just around the corner. Two guys stepped outside and where having a cigarette. Anna gingerly stepped away from them and slipped past on the other side of the building. It faced a road but still continued to be devoid of traffic at that time. Then she turned and spotted A block. She walked around the side facing the road and stepped through the darkness where even a window on the fourth floor wouldn't be a good enough vantage point to spot her. The other end was the fence and beyond that the security building. She lay down on the grass and looked up at the stars. She spread her legs and stretched her arms, and then looked at her watch, 14 minutes had past. (Back in Anna's room) "Well she has been gone for a while," Ingrid said to me. "She certainly is daring," I say to Ingrid. Ingrid had tossed her shawl on the bed and was laid back listening to the music at this time. She was an island girl and it showed in her relaxed and open attitude when it came to nudity and sexuality. "What have you planned for me?" Ingrid asked. "Patience, you will know soon enough," I said. Ingrid then headed to the bathroom; she closed the door behind her and a short while later she stepped out, starkers. "What do you think?" Ingrid asked. "You know what I think about that body of perfection you wear so well," I replied. Her breasts were firm, soft, beautifully rounded, and about the same size as Anna's. Her pussy was lined with a neatly trimmed landing strip, which suited her very well. With her hands on her slender hips she looked at me and smiled "You have always been the charmer," Ingrid said. (Back to Anna) After leaving the ground outside A block she was now back at the pathway leading to the main campus and was now getting ready to cross. She strode across and was now in the corridors. She decides to head to the stairway opposite from the one she came down on, which made her journey a little longer. So up the stairs she strode and was back on her floor. She stepped down the corridor and soon got to her door, she knocked gently and it began to open up. (Back again in Anna's room) "Aaah I see your quite the daring exhibitionist Anna," I said. "Too easy honey," Anna confidently replied. "Ingrid, now I'm giving you a challenge," Anna began. "You are going to walk to the pathway leading to campus from the dorms and head to the library." The library was precisely on the other end of the 10 acre university grounds. Thus, a long walk. "Okay, Anna you are on," Ingrid replies. With that Ingrid headed off. "Let's meet Ingrid at the library and have a little fun in the building site," Anna suggested. "Hmm let's," I replied. So we head of, Anna by the way is still naked. We headed around the main route to avoid Ingrid seeing us. (Back to Ingrid) Ingrid stepped out the door and turned right and headed down the stairs it was about midnight and even quieter. The lights still shone on the corridors and lit the way for the nude Ingrid. Soon she was on the ground floor and instead of traveling through the gap, she instead climbed the wall which was easy as it was constructed from cement blocks with conveniently placed holes to grab and rest one's feet and hands. So she climbed and got to the top and hopped over the railing at the top. Now she walked across the grass and was at the pathway. She crossed and walked over the speed bump and soon over the zebra crossing. She walked through the arch, which normally welcomed students... clothed students to the university. She looked to the right and saw the admin building and to the left was the lecture theatre where she had a lecture earlier that day. Soon she stepped down three steps and past a small fish pond and patch of shrubbery, now the construction site came into view. A new medical building was being built and about 60% finished. So she went through the narrow gap, which temporarily separated the construction site from the library. Its large windows were dark as no one was inside, it closed at nine in the evening in any case. She began up the steps and saw something. (Back to me and Anna) We saw Ingrid strut her way up the steps when she realised it was us waiting for her at the top of the steps. "Ingrid, we are going to have some fun in the construction site," Anna said, in a rather commanding way. "Come on, lets jump this fence," Ingrid replied. With that we headed to the fence. Ingrid, with the help of Anna, jumped the fence and landed on the other side. I soon climbed over and led the two lovely ladies over to the construction site. It was quiet... for now. We made our way up the scaffolding to the second floor. To our right was the cafeteria, were regularly there would be a throng of people. So I leaned against a pillar as Anna and Ingrid began to fondle and caress one another. They kiss passionately and run their fingers up and down each other's bodies. Soon they beckoned me towards them with an alluring curve of their fingers. I stepped toward them and grabbed both their asses and gave a firm squeeze. I locked lips with Anna and then with Ingrid. Then Anna descended to her knees and began to unbuckle my pants. Whilst she was doing that Ingrid slipped off my shirt. We locked lips again and then Anna slipped her welcoming mouth over my now throbbing cock. Anna worked it like a true expert. Ingrid then got behind Anna and began to massage her pussy and got it wet. Ingrid then slipped three fingers into Anna, which caused a lustful reaction from her. Ingrid continued her skilful fingering as Anna continued her skilful sucking. Anna then got off and switched places with Ingrid. Anna then put two fingers up Ingrid's ass. A small tremor streamed through Ingrid as that happened and she took over sucking my cock. It felt a little different as Ingrid had a tongue piercing, which added another dimension to it and it felt good. It slide up and down my cock and gave a heightened sensation as it went on. Now, Ingrid stood up and Anna bent over in front of me and I slide my cock into her. Ingrid got on the floor under Anna and began to suck my balls. This got the blood and adrenaline pumping as we carried on not caring who saw us. By now we had worked up quite a sweat and we carried on regardless. Ingrid got up, then Anna and I, still with my cock inside, her kneel down and then I lay back on the ground as Anna continued her expert fucking. Ingrid then got on top of me and I began to lick away and massage her pussy with my tongue. Anna then got up and switched places with Ingrid. Ingrid's piercings did not stop at her tongue. I begin to lick away at Anna's gorgeous pussy. Ingrid fucked away and did so expertly. Thus, with that Anna got up as did Ingrid. Ingrid put her hands around my neck and then hopped on my cock and I fucked her vertically and Anna watched all the while fingering herself. I then put Ingrid down and turned her around; whilst she stood upright I put my cock up her arse and pumped away. Ingrid stood by and fingered herself willingly. I then bent her over and she was now touching her toes and her pussy got the pounding it deserved. Soon she began to tremble as her orgasm approached and soon erupted. She then stood up moved over and then sat down; Ingrid soon stepped over to me and bent over for her orgasm, which arrived with rather explosive force. Soon though it was my turn and I offloaded all over both their faces. They licked my cum off each other and smiled with approval at our rather lewd act. "Wow, that was quite a story, you were a regular pimp in college," Talia replied. "I am one to live life to the full, the memories of those crazy years that become deathbed memories," I said. "Indeed, they do," Talia said. In The Night The "bing" of Callie's phone announcing a text message awakened her from her drowsy state. She hadn't even realized she had fallen asleep on the couch; however her aching neck and back sure as hell let know her she had. Callie reached for her phone and tapped the message box. "Whatcha doing?" She read on the illuminated LCD screen. The light bright enough to make her squint as her eyes slowly adjusted. As she read the message her skin immediately tightened but in all the right ways, as did her lower core. It had been almost four years since their last encounter. The mere thought of Casey Mathis made her wet. Oh how he had such an effect on her, even after all these years. She could still picture him in his cargo jeans, sitting just low enough on his waist to tease any viewing eyes. His tight chiseled torso and pecks so sexy and masculine. His sun-kissed skin and smooth arms, and how his biceps would tightened as he would run his hands through his light hair. Yea, she could never forget that body. Callie had gotten so used to using her memories and imagination that she convinced herself he wasn't real, oh but he was. Her mind fluttered searching for the right response, she be damned to let him know how desperate she was for his lust or that he was her way to a means in self-pleasure. Her stomach tingled deep from. It wasn't like he was standing in from of her with all to bear (although that was not exactly a bad thought either). Oh, how he made her thoughts roar with excitement "Hey," she responded. She knew she had no control when it came to Casey. Her stomach turned, but she didn't know exactly why. BING, she almost jumped as the new message announced its arrival. "It's been awhile," it read. Maybe she was just desperate for lust and sex but she hoped he too was thinking about their last encounter. It very well had been a long time since she had seen or spoke to him. Their relationship was merely, well sex. There were no strings attached and they flatly agreed they could satisfy one another without the drama, and well that they did. "Yes it has," she responded, almost giddy in untamable excitement. She wanted to know so deeply where this conversation would go. NO STOP, she thought, and tried to push the reeling images of what she wanted him to be doing to her out of her head. She swore the last time they "met" would be the last. BING, as she read the next message her thighs tightened trying to hold off the throbbing she was beginning to feel low in her wetting crevice...."Come Over." Callie's chest tightened and her breathing fastened at the order. "I can't," she responded playing hard to get because she knew damn well she where she would be by the end of the night. She slowed her breathing as she reprimanded herself for even contemplating the notion of seeing him again. "Why not?" his text read. BING another message, "I want you!" The heat ripped through her core like an inferno. Damn, how she craved to be wanted again. She wasn't an ugly woman but the years of stress and loneliness took its toll on her. She knew she didn't have the vivacious curves of a supermodel, but then again she never had. The years of middle school torment had crushed her self-esteem. She never did get the big breast she so desperately wanted as a pubescent teenager and as the years passed she learned to accept her lack thereof. She had curvy hips, yes, but in her eyes they were torment. BING, another message snapped her out of her episode of self-pity, "I want you now." A tingle zipped up the back of her neck making her body quiver just like it had the first time she felt his lips on her neck, teasing her insides into a wet mess of yearning ecstasy. Her mind told her no and for so many legit reasons, but her weeping crevice told her otherwise. BING "you know you want me too." The message read, and that she did. She tried so hard to convince herself to stay but not one reason was good enough to end the sexual torment that held her hostage. Another message rang out; it was an obnoxious smiley face winking at her. She had nothing left, no words could be sent to explain her sexual needs and desire for him. She swiped her screen and replied with a smile. The air was cool out with a soft a breeze. Just the thought of him had already had Callie worked up that even the touch of the cool air on her skin made her nipples harden beneath the black lace that surrounded them. Callie started the car and slowly pulled away from the driveway. All she could think was "it's now or never." And by all means she wanted it now. It felt like the longest drive in the midst of the night before pulled up the drive. All the lights were off when she stepped out of her car. As she rounded the house she noticed the front door was cracked up open. Damn him, she thought, he knew I would be here. Callie walked into the door; her body tingled with nervousness and sexual tension. It was dark and warm and it all engulfed her completely. She jumped as the touch of Casey's rough hands startled her. Casey's hands grasped her hips and pulled her close with no words spoken. She could feel the even rise and fall of his chest on her back. Callie had barely pulled herself when she felt his warm breath caressed the sensitive skin at the base of her ear. She quivered when his soft lips finally touched her skin, she moaned his luscious mouth traveled across the back of her neck making her legs go weak, not to mention making her crevice moist in need. As she stood their taking in Casey's manly aroma, his hands slowly traced the skin over her hips gathering her clothing in his grip. He raised her top up over her head and tossed the bundle of shirt aside. Her skin tingled from the cool air that brushed along her as her body became barer to his touch. Not a word was spoken but the expectations of the night were fully understood. Casey's callused hands cupped her breasts with a gentle ease. He traced his fingers following the fabric until the clasp was unleashed. Her black lacey bra slowly slid down her arms as he guided it thoroughly off her fingertips and to the floor. Her body ached for him and the hardened pressure she felt against her ass, she knew he felt the same. She let out a small whimper as his hands grabbed her hips with more force this time and spun her around to face him. Callie had almost forgotten how sexy Casey was. He stood before her so hot, his arms hard and with each movement his muscles would tighten under his taunt tan skin. Her eyes drifted following his tight chiseled torso down to the dark hair line that paved her way to his throbbing cock as it stood beneath his slacks. Her eyes traveled back to meet his baby blues. Callie stared in awe over this man while his hands journeyed up the curve of her hips until they found her breasts. He lowered his mouth teasing her nipples with his tongue until her nipples hardened even more. She moaned when he grazed her taught bud with his teeth. Her pussy ached for him to inside her, but if she could remember correctly, the fucking came later. Callie couldn't take it anymore, enough with the games; she gave him a devilish smile while she lowered her hands and gripped his thick cock in her hand. Callie loved the feel of a hard cock in her hand, especially Casey's. She could feel it throbbing in her hand as though trying to get her to play more. She rimmed his thick head with her thumb using the wetness emerging from his tip to slicken her motion as she ran her hand down the bulging vein and up again. Casey let out a low growl as she traced her fingers up and down his shaft, applying just enough pressure to feel his cock throb in her hand. Oh how badly she wanted to take him in her mouth, to make him cum and quiver in orgasm. He groaned aloud in a way that made her pussy throb so hard she could almost cum at his guttural sounds of pleasure. Just then Casey pushed up again the wall with such force she was sure it would give way. She moaned in excitement. His lips again found her tight little pebbled nipples, this time his intent was to assault them so much she squealed from the pain and rush it sent through her body. As his mouth had its way with her petite tightened buds she could feel his hands eagerly pulling down her moistened panties. She shivered as the air cooled her flaming crevice. His hands massaged her inner thighs. God his touch on her exposed skin felt so damn good. His fingers separated her luscious folds slowly as though he was relishing the moment before he found what he has been looking for. His thick fingers manipulated her folds making her wetting to his touch. She squirmed and shifted her hips as he applied pressure to her throbbing clit. The sensation sent jolts of electricity through her entire body and shot straight back down to the center of her sex. Her skin was soft under his lips, just like he remembered. He dreamt of her many nights. How just the thought of her could arouse him drove him mad. His eyes traveled the length of her bare body, taking in her every detail and tucking them all away so his memories would last. His tongued circled her navel; he felt her shiver from his sensation. He craved her and enjoyed seeing arouse with pleasure so desperately deserved. He traced his tongue down her soft flat stomach feeling her muscles stiffened in anticipation. He watched as she dropped head back feeling her hips thrust toward as if trying to direct him where to go next. He smiled knowing his teasing was inflaming deep from within. He admired how her hair fell lazily down her shoulders in long dark golden locks teasing her pebbled buds so slightly. His tongued wisped over her glistening crevice. She moaned with a kind of need and urgency that he liked. He continued his mouthing teases and watched as she sucked in her luscious bottom lip and bit down into the silky pink flesh. Oh how that turned him on. Damn she was sexy but he knew she never saw herself that way and that only made him want her more. Her hips shifted and her back arched begging him to take her and that was exactly what he wanted to do. She almost wept to the thrill and pleasure his touch gave her...as if it weren't exhilarating already...he grabbed her thigh and threw it over his shoulder. His nose tickled her sensitive skin as he inhaled the sweet aroma of her sex. He wanted to taste her, to feel her quiver with his every move. He parted her swollen wet lips with his tongue. Yes she cried...silence broken with a plea. He smiled and started her on her needed journey of ecstasy. He licked the inside of her folds causing to shift her shapely hips in motion. He braced her hardened body with his hand along her flat stomach. Oh yes...she whimpered as he found her swollen throbbing clit with his tongue. The smell of her sex and taste hardened his cock almost causing him pain. He wanted to take her so bad but was determined to force her into orgasm first. His tongue flicked her swollen bud and in an unearthing motion traveled her folds with ease and pressure. Oh God she could feel her insides tingle as she grew closer to climax. Her pussy ached and throbbed for more. She moved her hips forward pushing his unbelievable mouth closer to her pussy, offering herself like a cat in heat. She was so close, her heart raced and her legs quivered with each flick of his tongue and his lips lapping up her folds and suckling her clit. Don't stop...she begged, his fingers teased the pink opening of her pussy. Her juices wetting his fingers. First one, then two; he separated her pussy and slid his thick callused fingers deep within her sex. His fingers lined the inside of her walls and followed through with in and outward motions. His tongue worked faster and harder matching the rhythm of his fingers. He knew it wouldn't be long. Her hands traced his scalp gripping his dark disheveled hair in her hands, embracing herself for what was to come. His head moved quickly under grip and she could feel herself beginning to lose control. Right there she cried...but he already knew that. He knew she was close and he was prepared to take her all the way. Her body shifting beneath his grip only urged him more to finish her, which he took pleasure in doing. faster his fingers worked pumping in and out her dripping pussy, his tongued followed in maddening swirls around her swollen clit, her hips thrust forward and back as he followed her movement never losing stride. She moaned and cried out as she arched her back in climax. The tingle and fire rose from her sex straight up her body and with violent yet thrilling encounter shot back down into her pussy as his mouth and fingers pushed her over the edge. Electricity shot through her stomach and in amazing release she arched her back forcing him to more of her, and that he did. Her body quivered as her juices flowed from her pussy wetting her thighs. Her head dizzy and her body weak from orgasm. Her body jolting again as he lapped up her pussy, feeling the wetness from his fingers as he gripped her weakening thighs. Her heart pounding and her breath fast she steadied and braced herself along the wall. She could hardly believe it was still standing. The moon dimly lit the foyer, his face masculine and rough glistened with her juices. Still dazed, her held her hips as though he knew just how dizzy he made her. He looked into her green eyes; he could see the hunger he lit in her. His stomach ached for her; never could he understand why any man would deny himself her pleasure and sensual touch. At the moment he was not about to find out that answer because for now she belonged to him. His lips covered hers in one fell swoop and she almost buckled. His hands and fingers dug into her hips as though he was trying to control his urges. She tastes herself on his lips. His tongue swept across the wet opening she opened and allowed his tongue to explore her space. The taste of her juices on his tongue sent heat waved straight to her inner sex. He liked kissing her. It was more intimate than he liked to admit but she had a way of moving her tongue and her mouth that her kiss was so damn erotic that he couldn't deny himself the need to kiss her. Her tongue soft and wet met his and to each explored the fire that was igniting. Her head tilted so slightly to allow for better roaming. His hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her close. She purred so erotically he could hardly stand it. His lips hovered over hers before he slowly brushed them down the side of her neck. He kissed her skin breathing in deep the smell of her lingering perfume. The mixed scents of her body and her juices blended so amazingly he almost became dizzy, damn he wanted her so bad, to pleasure her, to please her, to fuck her. She could feel his breath warm around her ear. His breathing was deep and musical and oh so sexy. I want you so bad. Goosebumps traveled her body. His hand nestled in the small of her back and directed her down the hall. She didn't hesitate. She was in this now and wanted him more than she ever had. He traced her every curve as she walked ahead of him. Her stride was so elegant and sexually seductive. He wondered if she was doing so just to tease him, either way he liked it. Her hair fell along her back and across her shoulders. Her smooth skin shimmered in the light. His eyes traveled the lines in her back down her sexy legs. Damn, she had amazing legs. They were tight, not an athletic tight but fitting. The curve of her hips was intoxicating to him. He watched as her body swayed in motion. His eyes fixed on her tight round globes. Her ass was amazing, in and out of clothes. His mind wondered in thoughts of what he wanted to do every inch of her. She stopped in the door way of the bedroom, only a wall light lit the massive room. It seemed so sexy and intimate. She turned to face him, her heart began to race, he always had that effect on her. She could feel the pulsing deep down between her dampened thighs. It was her turn to play now. Just as he reached out to grab her and pull her close she stepped back. Tease, he thought. She bit her bottom lip and his insides lit up, and a throbbing in his groin followed as she motioned for him so seductively. he moved quickly at her silent request as though in a trance. He stood before her, all man, so sexy and hard. She smiled as she ran her hands down his chest feeling it rise and fall in a quickening pace. Mmmm, this excited him. Her fingers tickled down his torso until they met the resistance of his pants. She slid a finger inside the seam and followed it around his waist until she found the buttons. His cock was hard and by the way his pants tightened around it, it was probably begging to be released. He couldn't help but to release a deep groan as her fingers gathered his thick hard cock in her hand. She teased the tip of his cock rimming the head with her fingers and applying just enough pressure to send heat waves jolting through his rippling body. He ached for her, to be in her, to feel her heat and wetness to feel her tighten around his dick, making him release from deep within. Her hand steadily traveled the length of his cock running her fingers up the throbbing vein, feeling him harden with each rhythmic stroke. His lips covered hers once again while his cock was hardened, her lips wet and soft. God the way she could tease him with her mouth and tongue. Gently biting his bottom sending jolts of electricity down to his grown. He yearned to have his cock in her moist mouth feeling her suck him deep into her throat. His thoughts were answered as she broke away from his lips and lowered to her knees. His heart raced in anticipation. Oh yes...he muttered as he felt her wet tongue lick the underside of his throbbing shaft. She could feel his cock throbbing against her tongue and tasted him. She took in every moment as she pleasured him. His smell was intoxicating a mix of body wash and musk. As she reached his thick head her tongue circled his tip. This was driving him wild he wanted more and she knew it by the way his hands slowly worked their way through her hair. As she finally took him in her mouth his grip tightened on the back of her head yet not forcing her motion. She loved how he allowed her to keep control. His cock was so hard and satisfying. She continued to suck him in her mouth slickening his cock with her moisture allowing for her hands to work with her mouth and stroke his shaft up and down. As her hands took over the pleasuring of his shaft, her tongue traveled to his balls. Tasting them and wetting them with her mouth. As she sucked them into her mouth allowing for just enough pressure, he moaned in such a way her pussy began to throb. She again sucked his cock into her mouth, this time faster in motion and with more force. She could feel her pussy moisten wetting the inside of her thighs. She was hungry for him. As she sped up she could feel his hips thrusting forward pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. She continued to suck and lick his dick, taking him in and engulfing his shaft to his balls while gently tugging his sac. He loved this. Oh God you're amazing he stuttered. Faster she sucked moving quickly up and down his shaft. Her mouth felt so good on his cock. If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to suck a good Dick. The wetness of her mouth was so satisfying. His cock ached wanting so badly to release his juices and cum in her mouth. The one thing he had was great control. Though her sucking was amazing, he wanted his cock in her wet pussy, knowing it would be wet and ready for him by now. Her pace quickened and he could hardly handle it. That's it he said as he untangled his fingers from her hair and slowly pulled her back. As she raised her head and met his gaze, Callie knew she had him hot and ready. His cock bobbed up and down and she slowly licked the remaining juices from her lips. Before she could make it back to her feet, Casey grabbed her arms and pushed her to the bed. She knew the playing was over.