7 comments/ 92079 views/ 7 favorites Caught Out By: Songbirdie We sat at opposite ends of the bed. Not knowing what to do. I was a sophomore in college and still a virgin. I wanted this more than anything. We had been dating for a year and half and I was in love; deeper than I wanted to be at my age. He was in his third year of college and much more experienced than me. "Are you sure?" Jason asked for the fifth time. "I've never been so sure in my life." He moved to me and began kissing my neck. Unbuttoning my shirt, my nipples grew hard. Not sure if it was the sensation or the cold air hitting it. His hands moved downward as he began to twist at them, "Ouch!" "Sorry." He took his hands away and took my shirt off all of the way off. Jason adjusted himself where he was on the floor between my legs. He put his mouth on my waiting breast. It felt so good as he sucked like his life depended on it. My chest heaved and I moaned for more. He took his mouth away and began unbuttoning my skirt. It was my favorite one. Jean, with tiny creases in it. I always wore my favorite black strappy sandals with it to give height to my five foot five inches stature. He was rushing but I wanted him to go slowly. I needed to savor this moment forever. So I threw my short brown curly head forward and leaned in. "Honey, kiss me?" "Are you sure about all of this?" He asked again. I reassured him by kissing him and pulling him on top of me. We spread out on the bed kissing deeply. If he didn't get inside of me soon I was going to burst. He stopped our kisses and sat up so I could pull his shirt off above his head. I kissed and rubbed at his chest. Moving my hands to unbuckle his belt. His hard-on was pressing against his jeans and when I unbuttoned and zipped them down, his cock seemed to jump out at me. We had touched and fondled each other before, but never like this. There was so much passion between the two of us. We oozed desire. I needed him in me. Jason positioned his body to enter in and looked at me one more time for reassurance. I nodded my head yes and looked over at the door checking the locks. The door was unlocked and I didn't want to get up to lock it. The people on my floor were prone to walk into my room and my roommate could return at anytime, but I didn't get up. What seemed like hours later, he pushed into me and I screamed in pain and pleasure. He stopped, "Are you okay?" "Don't stop!" I panted. "Try to keep it down." I didn't know what to call it. We weren't making love nor were fucking. It felt so good. Suddenly, I heard, "What the fuck is going on here?" I turned and it was my father. I pulled the covers on me and pushed Jason off. "Daddy!" I exclaimed as he slammed the door behind him. "Daddy, please don't be mad." "Get out, Jason! Taylor, put your clothes on, get your stuff and let's go!" Jason was gone and so was my father. Through my tears, I put on clothes and stuffed anything into my overnight bag. The two-hour drive was silent. It was my father's birthday and I forgot he made plans for us to spend the weekend together. Inside of the house he sat on the couch, put his face in his hands and sighed. I went up the stairs and into my bedroom and cried. How could I forget and get caught like this? "Taylor, put something nice on, we have reservations!" I took a shower. I ran my hands on my body in the same places that Jason felt. I put my hands to my clit and it sent tingles up my spine. Getting out I could hear my father watching one of his favorite programs on television. Where was my mother? In the car we made small talk about classes and my grades. "It was my first time." I said looking straight ahead. "Your mother and I are getting a divorce. She's met someone else." He pulled over and broke down. "We don't have to go. Let me drive." We switched seats and I headed back to the house. My father went into his room and I sat on the couch. Soon I heard his door click open. He sat on his chair and stared at the TV. I got up and sat on his lap. He cried into my chest. His robe was very thing and I could feel his soft penis through my dress. I found myself rocking back and forth on his lap and getting wet. I let out a soft moan and when noticing what I was doing looked at my father. Staring at me. He bit my nipple through my blouse. This time it did something different to me. And screamed for more. He picked me up and bent me over the arm of the couch. "You little slut!" He pulled my dress over my hips revealing my pantiless ass. "Now you're mine. I'm gonna show you what it's like to fuck a real man." "Daddy, please, no! I'm not ready!" I begged. He pushed his cock right into my dripping pussy. This triggered the first of my orgasms. "Oh! Daddy, please!" I begged for more this time. "You want this you little cunt?" He jammed into me pushing me further over the couch arm. I loved his aggressiveness. "You're just like your mother! Fucking everybody! Even your own daddy!" "Oh, daddy! I'm cumming!" "Not yet!" He pulled out of me. "Suck on this for a little while." I sucked on my father's cock. It pulsated between my lips and he was about to cum but he pulled away. "I'm going to fill your insides." He put my legs above my head and pushed into my pussy. As fast and as hard as he could, he fucked me. Minutes later he burst into me. Panting he fell over on top of me saying, "I've got a few friends at the office who'd love your tight ass." Caught Out I suppose it started when my Mom caught me stealing a pair of her silk panties and stockings from the linen basket. I was nineteen when she caught me and I'd got into the habit of taking a pair of her panties and sniffing the gusset as I wrapped a stocking around my cock and wanked. She caught me coming out of the bathroom, one of her stockings hanging out of the pocket of my bathrobe. I thought that she would explode. I mean, what woman would be pleased to find her nineteen year old son masturbating into her stockings while he sniffed her panties? I did not realise that Mom had guessed wrong when she saw me with her stockings. I wanted to smell her pussy on the material; she thought I wanted to wear them. "Well!" Mom snapped, "If you're going to steal them, you had better put them on." I could see that she was really annoyed, so I said nothing, just slid the silky material up my legs and over my cock and balls. I started to close my bathrobe, but Mom lapped my hands away and made me stand there, with my bathrobe open, while she inspected the pink silk, covering me. Then she pulled her stockings out of the pocket of my robe and threw them at me, ordering me to put them on. I could not help getting turned on by the feel of the smooth silk on my legs and over my ass and balls. My cock twitched inside Mom's panties and she just looked at me with one eyebrow raised a little. I could see the faraway look in her eyes that meant she was thinking deeply. "Go to your room and wait while I decide what to do with you." she ordered. I went into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. My cock was hard and throbbing and I desperately wanted to reach inside the panties and take hold of it but I dare not. I knew that, with my cock so hard and sensitive, one touch would make me blow my load into Mom's panties and that would make her furious. I tried all sorts of things to distract myself from the ache in my balls and cock but it just seemed to grow harder and more sensitive with every second that passed. After a few minutes, I heard the front door open and voices from downstairs. I recognise Mom's voice, even though I could not tell what she was saying, but even though the other voice was familiar, I could not put a name or face to it. The voices carried on for almost half an hour, while I waited anxiously. I felt sure that I knew the other voice but, no matter how I wracked my brain I could not identify the owner. The voices stopped and I heard movement downstairs, followed by two sets of footsteps on the stairs. I recognised Mom's light tread instantly, but I could not work out who was with her. One set of footsteps stopped at the top of the stairs and Mom continued on, into my room. Mom had been wearing only her bathrobe earlier, when she caught me in the bathroom, but now she had changed into a denim dress, that buttoned down the front. She was wearing hose and pumps with a two inch heel, but I had no idea what else she might have been wearing underneath. She stood in the doorway, her hands clasped behind her back and waited until I stood up. She looked down at my cock, pushing against the silky material of her panties and tutted when she saw the damp stain where a drop of pre-cum had leaked out. "You can't even keep my panties clean." Mom snapped, "Well I've decided what I'm going to do with you. Take your robe off and get on your knees" Numbly, I obeyed, kneeling with my back straight and my head hung, looking at the floor. I heard the other set of footsteps on the landing, then coming through the doorway. I kept my head down and all I could see was a pair of man's shoes and the cuffs of a pair of dark grey slacks. The sound of a zipper being pulled down was loud in the room and, with a rustle of cloth, the pants dropped around the shoes. "Lift your head, you disgusting creature." Mom commanded, sternly. I did as I was told and looked up to find Derek from down the street looking down at me. He was a head teacher who had taken early retirement when he had inherited a large sum of money. He lived on his own and there had been rumours about him but nothing provable. Now I could see his boxer shorts tented by a long, thick cock. "Get his cock out and suck it." Mom said, "If you want to dress like a woman you had better learn to please a man." I pulled his boxers down over his cock, acutely aware of the smell of him. The head of his cock slapped against my cheek, as it sprang free of the waistband of his shorts. His cock was hard and swollen, almost pulsing with the blood that was surging through it. Nervously, I opened my mouth and reached up to grasp the base of his cock and guide the head between my lips. Derek thrust his hips forwards, forcing the head of his cock to the back of my mouth. Slowly I ran my tongue all over the hard meat of his cock, covering it with my spit. I could taste the sweetness of his pre-cum as he worked his cock in and out of my mouth, pushing deeper with each stroke until my eyes watered and I gagged as the head pushed to the back of my throat. Spittle ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest as tears left streaks on my cheeks. Mom whispered in Derek's ear and he stepped back, pulling his cock roughly out of my mouth. "Stand up and turn to face your bed." Mom ordered me, "Now bend over." I rested my hands on the bedclothes and bent over, my ass in the air with her panties stretched tightly over my cheeks. I felt her long, cool, fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling the material smoothly down to my knees. My cock sprang out, not as hard as when I had first put the panties on, but not yet soft, either. I felt hands on my ass, spreading the cheeks wide, almost hurting. Then I heard and felt spit splashing against my asshole. Something hard pressed between my buttocks, stretching my tight asshole and I realised that Derek had started to push the head of his cock into my ass. At first I could just feel my ass being stretched, but then he thrust a little harder and I felt like my ass was being split in two. I moaned in pain, but mom and Derek ignored me. In fact Derek just grabbed my hips and pushed harder, forcing the head of his cock into my ass up to the ridge of his helmet. I tried to pull away from him, but he just held me still and pushed harder until he felt the tip of his cock forcing its way past my virgin sphincter. I moaned loudly as his cock invaded my ass, stretching it until I was sure that he would split me open. Derek's cock felt much bigger in my ass, than when he had fucked my mouth, and the pain made me sob like a baby. Derek just laughed and stabbed his cock harder and further up my tight passageway until his balls were squashed against my ass. "He's a tight little slut." Derek grunted to Mom, "but I'm gonna fill his ass with my cum and that should loosen him up just right." Before he had finished speaking, Derek rammed his cock, as hard as he could, into my ass and held it there. I could feel his cock jerking and spitting thick cum into my bowels as he grunted. His cock softened slowly and, while he slowly pulled back, I felt it slide out of my ass. I heard him pulling his pants back up and fastening the zipper, then his footsteps, as he made his way downstairs and out of the kitchen door. A slimy trail of warm cum trickled from my asshole, drying on my skin. Mom moved over and sat on the edge of my bed, close enough for me to detect a hint of the aroma that perfumed her panties. My cock twitched and swelled again as I closed my eyes, trying to stifle the moan of pain as my bruised and tender asshole contracted. "That is your reward for stealing my clothes to wear." Mom told me, quietly. "But I didn't wear them before, Mom." I protested. "Then what did you do with them?" she asked. I blushed and suddenly realised that she might prefer to think of me wearing her stockings and panties, rather than wrapping one around my cock and sniffing at the other. I gulped and suddenly got very interested in the pattern on the bedclothes. I could sense that she was getting impatient and so I looked at her and mumbled my answer. "I used to sniff your panties and wrap your stocking around my cock." I blurted. "Sniff my panties?" she repeated. "Yes, Mom. The smell of them turned me on and made my cock so hard." I said, in a rush. "So why is your cock hard now?" Mom asked, smiling. "Well, wearing your panties and stockings did turn me on, even when Derek was fucking me so hard it hurt and I can smell you now." I admitted. "And the smell of me is turning you on?" she asked. I just nodded and then watched, round eyed, as she began to unfasten the buttons, holding her dress closed. As the material parted, I could see a creamy swell of her breast in the vee of the neckline. Mom held my gaze with her eyes as she undid another button, then another, opening the front of the dress slowly. Underneath, she was wearing a black silk corset that pressed her breasts together and pushed them upwards, emphasising the deep cleft between them. I felt my mouth drying up as Mom carried on unfastening the dress, pushing the denim aside and revealing more of the glossy silk, tightly fastened around her waist. The buttons were undone past her waist now and she leaned forward to unfasten the last ones, down to the hem of her dress, giving me the chance to admire her mature, but firm, bosom. I could feel my cock hardening and swelling as she opened her dress wide to show me her tiny matching panties and her sheer silk stockings. Sliding off the bed, leaving her dress on the bedclothes, Mom knelt in front of me, just as she had made me kneel for Derek. Opening her mouth she slipped my cock past her lips and rested it on her tongue. Her mouth was hot and moist, while her tongue flickered over the head of my cock like a questing snake. She bathed ever part of the head and shaft with her spit, then sealed her lips around the base and bobbed her head back and forth, slurping noisily. My balls tightened as she slid her plump lips back and forth along my cock, swirling her tongue over and around the hard, swollen head. I could not hold back and began to shove my cock roughly into Mom's eager mouth. She did not gag as I rammed my cock to the back of her throat she just swallowed and gulped it down. Mom lapped and sucked at my cock, pulling me closer, so that it slid right down the back of her throat. I felt the cum bubbling along my cock and, groaning I emptied my balls into her sweet mouth. Mom gulped my cum greedily, sucking and draining my balls until they felt shrivelled and empty. "Did you like that, Darling?" Mom cooed, "Would you like to fuck me?" "What do you mean, Mom?" I asked, dazed and bewildered. "I mean," she replied, "Would you like to shove your hard cock right up my cunt and cum inside me?" I just nodded and Mom leaned forward again and took my cock in her mouth. This time she sucked me very gently, using her tongue to explore my cock and feeling it harden as she teased my cock and balls. Sliding her fingers between my thighs, she slowly pushed one deep into my asshole and was rewarded by my cock springing to attention almost instantly. I could feel my cock swelling in her mouth, but, this time, I did not need to shoot my heavy load. Mom pulled her head back, so that the tip of my cock slipped out from between her lips with a soft ‘plop'. The head was swollen and shiny like a plum, covered in slippery liquid and a thin string of Mom's spit, mixed with my cum, dribbled down her chin. Mom lay across the bed, and pulled her knees back, spreading her thighs and pulling the silk of her panties tight across her shaved pussy. I realised that the panties were tied with neat bows, one on each hip and with two tugs I had undone them and peeled the sodden fabric away from her bare skin. Mom looked into my eyes and swallowed, suddenly a little unsure of herself. "Do you like my pussy, my wet cunt?" she asked, in a breathy whisper. "I love it, Mom, it's so beautiful and smooth." I answered her. "Then fuck me." She mouthed. I needed no further urging. The memory of a thousand lonely wanks, with Mom's panties held to my nose, as I flogged the hard rod of my cock, spurred me on. My cock snuggled between the lips of Mom's pussy and I leaned forward, easing the head into her hole. She was tighter than I had expected and her pussy seemed to suck me in. I sank slowly into her dripping wetness, feeling her passageway rippling along the shaft of my cock. I groaned as I pushed gradually deeper and deeper hearing her gasp as my cock filled her dripping pussy. "God! You're bigger than your Daddy is." Mom whispered, "fuck me hard darling, cum in my cunt. Fuck your horny mom, please." I began to thrust, hard and long, pulling my cock back until it was only just inside her then slamming it back into her pussy so hard that she was shunted up the bed. Mom had her eyes screwed tight shut and every time my cock slammed into her pussy, bashing against the opening of her womb, she cried out. My balls slammed against the backs of her thighs and creamy juices oozed from between her pussy lips while I rammed in and out, pounding her tight pussy with my cock. Mom hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled them back so she could take every inch of my cock and I felt some resistance. Now I just wanted to plunge my cock into her dripping pussy as deep as I could, not caring if it would hurt her, like Derek had made my ass burn. I plunged my cock in, forcing her back onto the bed and held it there as it began to jerk inside her, spraying hot thick cum into her womb. My cock spasmed inside her and my balls tightened again, squirting deep into her cunt. As the first jets of my cum splashed inside her, Mom bucked underneath me driving her pussy hard against me, taking my cock deep inside her. Mom arched her whole body until I thought her spine would snap and I could see the cords in her neck standing proud as her whole body vibrated. She screamed and hot slippery juices gushed over my cock and balls. Pushing harder, I could almost feel something give way inside her and then she collapsed limply and just shuddered uncontrollably in a fit of orgasm. My cock softened and slid from between the lips of her pussy, which looked bruised and sore. Pearls of cum, shiny and white, clung to her skin and ran like creamy tears down the backs of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass. I flopped next to her on my bed and looked at her flushed face with tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry darling, for jumping to the wrong conclusion." she murmured. "Mom, I shouldn't have taken your things. For any reason." I admitted. "Well from now on, you won't need to." Mom assured me. "I don't follow." I told her, puzzled. Mom reached out and gently fondled my exhausted cock, feeling it twitch under her caressing fingers. "Whenever this gets hard, or you need to cum, just come to me and I'll take care of it for you. I'll suck you and fuck you all you want." she told me, grinning wickedly, "After all, a good Mommy should take care of her boy." Caught-Out Nathan Thomas came home early from work that night. He murmured a greeting to the baby-sitter and went upstairs to look at his sleeping baby. After kissing him on the cheek, he went back downstairs and told the babysitter that she could go home. "Oh, it's okay," she replied, "My mom can't pick me up until 10 anyways." Nathan shrugged and plopped down on the couch to watch the news. As he sat there, his attention kept being drawn to the pert young baby-sitter. She was cute and short with shoulder-length brown hair. Her breasts strained up against the tight white tank-top she was wearing. Although he tried to keep his eyes on the television screen, they keep sneaking peeks at the barely visible nipples. When she walked by him once to get something out of her purse, it was worse. She was wearing one of those new short skirts that flared out. As she passed by him, he could clearly see up it to the curve of her sweet little buttock. Nathan stared at that smooth flesh flexing and felt his cock suddenly harden. He hastily crossed his legs to hide the bulge in his pants. Despite his efforts, he clearly saw her eyes flick to the tented fabric at his crotch as she returned. He blushed strongly and stared resolutely at the television screen. He felt guilty for having been turned on by something other than his wife. His wife. Now there was a safe realm of thought. Nathan focused firmly on thoughts of his wife, Ginger's, body. As his visualized her round butt, it turned suddenly into that flash he had seen under the baby-sitter's skirt. He tried so hard to get that image out of his mind that he started when a fingertip touched the top of his erection. Nathan looked down to see the baby-sitter kneeling between his legs, her hand stretched out. "Is that for me?" She asked and looked cutely up at him. Nathan tried to move his arm to push her away but couldn't. All he could do was stare at the teenage girl kneeling in front of him, the tops of her breasts peeking out from her shirt and her hand softly touching his fully erect cock. She slowly unzipped his pants and his dick sprang out. Nathan held his breath as her head inched down towards his aching member. Thoughts of Ginger were very far away as he stared into this girl's eyes. When her lips brushed the tip of his cock, he moaned and thrust his hips against her mouth. He loved his wife and child dearly, but right now he wanted nothing more than this little girl's sweet lips wrapped around his cock. She slowly stroked her tongue down and began lapping at his balls. He moaned again in frustration, hands fighting to stay down at his sides and not grab the girl's head. He sucked in a sudden breath as the girl suddenly enveloped the bulging head of his cock in her hot mouth. She gently took in more and more of him until half of him was inside her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him and Nathan's hips began to involuntarily thrust. Immediately the baby-sitter pulled out and Nathan groaned. "Mr. Thomas," she said mischievously, "I think your cock is a little too big for that. So I'll have to do something else with it instead." Nathan couldn't believe his luck as she sat up to straddle his throbbing member. The luscious breasts that he had been admiring were now rubbing against his face as she wiggled into position. He cried out as she eased herself onto his cock, her internal muscles clenching his member. Nothing had ever felt so good in his life. She was so tight and wet, and her pussy was constantly tensing around him, massaging his penis even as she slid up and down it. The girl looked so sexy, legs spread around him, head thrown back and little cries coming from her mouth. "Ohhhh, Mr. Thomas, you feel so good inside me, your cock is so hard." She stared directly into his eyes, one hand supporting herself on his neck and the other playing with herself. She was so deeply into it that she didn't even hear the door open. Nathan gasped in dismay as Ginger walked in. His wife stood behind the babysitter, looking at the teenage girl fucking her husband. Ginger grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her head back. The baby-sitter froze and tried to turn around. Ginger's hands forced her to stay where she was. Nathan could feel his previously erect penis shrinking. "So," said his wife conversationally, "I come back from a hard day's work, ready to prepare dinner for my husband, and what I find? Some slut," she gave the baby-sitter's hair a painful twist, "shimmying up and down my husband's eager cock." She stared at Nathan. "I'll deal with you later. For now, I want to teach this teen bitch a lesson about messing with other women's husbands." Ginger let go of the girl's hair and she promptly fell backwards off of the couch. His wife looked at Nathan's crotch. "What? Soft already?" She pushed the baby-sitter's face into Nathan's soft penis. "Start sucking this, slut, and it had better be hard by the time I get back." Ginger left to go upstairs and the baby-sitter obediently crawled forward to begin sucking Nathan again. This time she crouched meekly between his legs and tears ran down her cheeks. Nathan's heart was pounding now. He had no idea what was about to happen. His wife's reaction had dismayed and intrigued him – he knew how she liked to play at being dominant. Thinking about what Ginger might have in mind made his cock harden in the girl's mouth. He took her hair in his hands like he wanted to do last time and guided her head up and down. Nathan forced her to take him in deeper. She had just begun to cry in earnest when Ginger returned. Nathan looked up and stared in delight. His wife was wearing a leather bodice that thrust her large breasts up. It stopped above at her dark nipples and below at her hips. She had put on thigh length black silk stockings and black leather spiked heels. The expanse of skin at her midsection was broken by the straps of one of their favorite toys—a strap-on dick. It was black and 10 inches long and hung menacingly between her spread legs. Ginger strode forward and grabbed the baby-sitter's hips. The girl moaned in fear and her mouth went slack around Nathan's cock. Ginger pulled up her skirt and slapped her bare cheeks. "Keep sucking, slut," she said. She spat onto her strap-on and began masturbating it with her hand. Ginger looked up into Nathan's eyes and smiled. "Hold her head tight, honey," she said, and then with one motion drove the strap-on into the baby-sitter's still wet pussy. The girl cried out, something which only made her mouth vibrate on Nathan's cock. He shuddered, then, grabbing tightly onto her hair, slammed her face repeatedly onto his hips. He fucked her mouth viciously as he watched his wife thrust deep into the girl's pussy. Ginger leaned over as she sensed Nathan nearing his climax. She replaced his hands with hers and increased the tempo. Nathan put his hands behind his head and leaned back with a long groan. "You're going to make him come, slut," Ginger hissed at the baby-sitter, "and you're going to take his seed in your filthy little teen mouth." She transferred her hands to either side of the girl's mouth and pulled hard so that it became a large, inviting cum-hole. Nathan grabbed his vibrating penis and directed stream after stream of white cum into the girl's mouth. She was sobbing and trying to get away, but Ginger held her fast. Nathan lay back down on the couch and slowly stroked his still-erect cock as he watched Ginger cover the baby-sitter's nose and mouth until she swallowed all of his slippery cum. Ginger pulled out of the girl's pussy and slapped her ass. "Now, slut, you climb back onto my husband and ride his cock like you were doing when I walked in." Sniffling, the girl did as she was told. Nathan put his hands on her hips and ground her against him. Ginger put her knee on the couch and pushed the baby-sitter onto Nathan's chest. "Hold her, honey," she ordered, and took a firm hold of the strap-on. It was still covered in the baby-sitter's pussy juices and Ginger took a moment to add some saliva. She positioned the strap-on at the girl's tiny little rosebud and then pushed viciously. The cock broke through with a small trickle of blood and the girl screamed. Ginger fastened a black ball gag into her mouth and then pulled her hands up behind her back She held them there with one hand and thrust forward until her hips were firmly against the little teen's trembling buttocks. Nathan could feel the movement of his wife's strap-on inside the girl and thought he would cum from how hot it was. He and his wife were cruelly using this slutty little high-schooler who was now sobbing on his chest through the gag. She had completely relaxed, and the two pulled her hips every way as they fucked her hard from both holes. "You wanted to fuck my husband? How do you like fucking him now?" Ginger demanded as she pistoned in and out of the baby-sitter's aching hole. She rubbed her clit as her fucking grew more and more frantic. With a final cry of "You filthy fucking slut!", she came hard and collapsed onto the girl. At the sexy sight of his wife's orgasm, Nathan couldn't take it anymore and with a final thrust, he pumped his semen deep inside the girl's cunt. When it was over, they wrapped the strap-on's harness around the girl. The strap-on was still deep inside the baby-sitter's ass. Her clothes were otherwise back in place and the tears wiped off of her face. Her mom's car honked outside and Ginger gave the girl a final warning. "Now, remember, slut. You keep that in until tomorrow when you come to baby-sit for us again. You'll tell your parents nothing, unless you them to know what a whore you are." The baby-sitter nodded quietly and left, very much subdued. Nathan turned to his wife in apprehension for what was going to happen next…. Caught Out I didn't hear the door close, neither did I hear the creak of the stairs. But what I did hear was "what the fuck are you doing?" My wife had arrived home very early, apparently because her meeting had been cancelled. My embarrassment could not be concealed as I stood in the bedroom naked with my rigid cock in my hand. Naked that is except for the garter belt, black sheer stockings and a tiny g-string. Also laid out before me on the bed were approximately 30 porn magazines, already open on selected pages, one of which I had planned to offload my sperm onto after a suitable period of masturbation. Most of the open pages already showed the effects of my previous wanking sessions. Something else to feel embarrassed about. After all it was one thing to be in possession of a stash of porn mags but when they all displayed the crusty, stained and torn results of numerous jerk off sessions, then it clearly showed what a dirty, perverted wanker you truly are. She stood staring at me, with a horrified expression on her face, mouth open and speechless. I have no idea what I looked like I can only imagine, quite pathetic I should think. Especially as my dick was now hanging completely flaccid from the side of my tiny panties. After a few minutes of me stammering and stuttering apologetically I made a move to rid of myself of what a few minutes earlier had been very sexy, erotic lingerie and now frankly felt a bit disgusting. She told me to stop and to stay exactly as I was, walking slowly towards me she took long, lingering glances at me, surveying every inch of me. I knew she wanted to intimidate and humiliate me and she was doing a good job. I pleaded with her to let me get dressed and clear everything away but she responded to nothing I was saying. Finally she stood facing me, the tips of her high heeled shoes almost touching my nylon clad feet. Reaching down she flicked my limp cock with her forefinger saying "pathetic." She walked behind me and twanged the elastic of my thong. Turning and walking towards the bed she said "so this is what you get up to when I am out and by the look at the state of these magazines you have been doing this for a very long time." What could I say years of masturbatory history was spread before her. Not only were there a large quantity of magazines but so many pages had been spunked over, with many of pictures receiving several loads. So the evidence was conclusive. Her husband was a dirty wanker. "So you get yourself all fired up and spray your cum over these pictures, I suppose." I answered in a soft stutter explaining that it had been a fetish of mine almost since my first wank. Unable to explain why I just said that for some reason it really turned me on looking at and feeling these well used spunked up magazines and that sometimes I held one close to my face, when jerking off, because the smell enhanced the feeling just before I shot my load. " Interesting, perverted but interesting" she said thoughtfully. " You must be feeling quite frustrated now." No please can we leave it now, let me get dressed and get rid of all this filth. "Oh no, not yet at any rate." "So that sort explains the filth on the bed but what about the dressing up, incidentally I see you at least have the decency to buy your own undies." "Well yes I bought these because they turned me on and because I feel more comfortable in my own gear. Again it started early on with silk slips of my mothers. The soft light sensual material made me hard and the obsession grew from there." "Do me a favour tuck that useless bit of flesh back into your panties, you look ridiculous." I did as I was told and tucked my flaccid cock behind the little triangle of sheer black nylon. As I did I felt a tingle and stirring as my cock, now nicely encased behind the flimsy fabric, started to harden. The fact that my wife was running her hands over my smooth hosiery of course added to my sensations. "I must say you don't look bad in these stockings, they almost suit you" "I suppose you get turned on looking at yourself in the mirror." "Sometimes" I muttered. "Well go on turn around and look at yourself." I looked at myself in the large cheval mirror. Quite a bizarre sight greeted me, familiar in some respects with me in my lingerie but so strange with my wife crouching down beside me running her hands over my nylon clad legs. Suddenly she said " are you getting hard again." Sorry I can't help it, me dressed like this and you caressing my legs is just too erotic for words. "Hmmm" she said. And stood up. She began removing her business suit, first the jacket, then unbuttoning the white blouse and pulling it free from the waistband of her skirt. It revealed a black bra trimmed with a lot of red and black lace, cut low but pushing her tits up firmly, with such an inviting cleavage. Her breast are great anyway firm not too large but more than ample. Next she unzipped and slowly pulled down the grey skirt, it fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. Thrill upon thrill she was wearing stockings, sheer black just like mine. Garter belt and panties that matched he bra and the icing on the cake her high heeled 'fuck me' shoes. By now of course my cock was straining to be released from it's nylon prison. Staring down at my erection she said "So I can still get you excited then as well as your filthy cum stained magazines" "You look fucking amazing" I said "so incredibly sexy." Standing facing me looking straight in the eyes, she reached down and caressed my cock through the thin nylon gauze. "Hmmm you really are pleased to see me." With that she teased it from the tight fabric, lightly stroking it, before forming a circle with her forefinger and thumb and pushing it over the engorged head of my prick. For two or three minutes she played me like this, stroking, teasing, running her thumb over the tip, occasionally making me jolt and convulse with the intense pleasure she was giving me. Then she slipped both hands into the side of my panties and slid them down my legs, until they were around my ankles. panties around ankles always a great look I think. She cupped my balls with one hand and began sliding the other up and down my thick shaft. Kneeling down she helped remove the panties from my feet and then, much to my surprise, took my cock into her mouth. Oh what pleasure, the sensual warm and wet sensations of that mouth was just heaven. Her tongue was around my cock head as she sucked on me, this was alternated her licking the full length, starting at the base all the way to the tip, just like a lollipop. I was in ecstasy, who doesn't enjoy a good blowjob! But then I was rudely shaken out from my euphoric state by the ringing of the doorbell. "Oh shit" I said. "What" said my wife. "It's my friend." "FRIEND, what do you mean." " Well I have this friend who sometimes comes round, he err he shares my love of lingerie and soiled magazines." "Oh I see another dirty wanker" "Well best let him in" she said. "No, I will tell him to go away" I said, trying to sound convincing. "You will do no such thing, invite him in and bring him to the bedroom." So down the stairs I went, opened the door and quickly tried to fill him in with events of the past few minutes. Reluctantly he came in and followed me upstairs. Nervously he faced my wife, so bizarre as he obviously still had on his street clothes, including a fairly heavy coat. And my wife stood there in her sexy underwear and high heels. "So, you are?" she said. "Errrr, Dave" said my friend. "Dave, so what are you two lovers or something." In unison we both stammered NO, just friends. "Friends" she said in a questioning manner. "What exactly does that mean?" "Well we sometimes get together, dress up pore over each others magazines and the we... err, then we err..." "Wank each other off I suppose you are tying to say" she said, mockingly. "Not always, mostly we wank ourselves off, it's the dressing up together and looking at each others cum stained magazines, that we enjoy." "But you wanked each other off before" "Once or twice" I said very sheepishly. "Right Dave you best get undressed, or is it dressed, either way you best get ready for some action"! After a few minutes Dave re-entered the bedroom and nervously stood there in his Basque, which was purple and black, matching reef panties and sheer black stockings with a very sexy lace trim at the top. I was quite envious, because he looked gorgeous, so sexy. My wife commented on how good he looked as well but then he was a few years younger than us, with a well defined body. "So do you have your smutty magazines with you?" She said. "Ermmm yes in this bag." "Well get them out, I want to see what turns you two on". "Clear a space on the bed, Terry" she said to me. Space cleared and Dave removed about 20 magazines from his bag and placed them on the bed. While Dave and I stood next to each other, my wife quickly leafed through his magazines. "They are as disgusting as yours" she said to me. "So get started, show me what you two get up in my absence." We moved towards the bed and each picked up a magazine. We both half reluctantly started flicking through the pages, the one I was looking at had been very well used and the pungent aroma of stale cum assaulted my nostrils. I love this smell and often hold a magazine like this close to my face to inhale as I jerk myself off. Do the smell I was now detecting was beginning to work it's magic and my now flaccid member was starting to stir. Dave noticed this and combined with his relaxing into the strange scenario, was also starting to get hard and shortly his cut prick was pushing against the taught piece of nylon that was trying to contain it. "Ha ha, finally some action" said my wife. "I think we can remove that useless bit of nylon." And with that moved behind Dave and yanked down his little panties. "That's better now I can properly see what we have here." She reached around him and gently wrapped her hand round his cock. He flinched at first not expecting her to touch him but soon relaxed. Reaching round with her other hand she cupped his scrotum, whilst sliding her hand up and down his shaft and quite a generous shaft it was to. He was certainly larger than me, a fact my wife had noticed saying "what a nice big boy you are!" Soon she turned him round and pulled him towards her crushing his swollen cock against her slightly, rounded belly. Then she sank to her knees and to my surprise, encircled her lips over the top of his engorged knob. He moaned as her soft, wet lips sucked him in. I looked on longingly, knowing how good she was and found myself stroking my rigid cock. Dave now had his eyes closed as he lost himself in the euphoric moment of oral ecstasy. Dave's breathing was becoming more rapid and deeper as he was getting closer to orgasm but Sara didn't want him to cum yet and seeing she was in control of this scenario, she stopped. Leaving panting and wanting more. "So you were enjoying that as well" Sara said to me "is it because you want me suck you, or because you want to suck Dave?" "Well come on answer Terry." "Errr well a bit of both I suppose." With that Sara shuffled over to me and wrapped her gorgeous red lips around my swollen glans, after first wiping away some pre cum that was leaking from me and then licking her finger. She didn't allow too much pleasure though, just enough to tease me and leave me wanting for more. "So Terry what would you and Dave do next"? "Carry on as if I weren't here, just relax and have the session you were planning to have." Dave smiled at me, he did look a sight in his Basque, stockings and enormous erection. He moved round to my side of the bed and seized my cock and started stroking me. His touch was so, so good, firm but gentle. His thumb massaged some pre cum around the tip. Oh it felt wonderful. His cock brushed against my thigh, I reached down gripped it, rubbing my hand up and down it in rhythm to his movements. I almost forgot Sara was there, until she spoke "You really are a couple of sluts aren't you. Look at you dressed in your tarts underwear, wanking each other off." "We are and loving it" said Dave and with that sunk to his knees and begun sucking me for all he was worth. "Go on suck all that creamy spunk out of him" she said. This just seemed to intensify his oral lovemaking, bringing me closer to the edge. I placed one hand behind his head, pulling him toward me, I thrust at him wanting to eagerly shoot my hot sperm down his throat. But it was not to be, Sara intervened pulling us apart, like a pair of dogs on heat. Dave released me and sunk back onto the floor, my legs almost buckled as I fell back towards the wall. I stared at Sara who was now naked except for her stockings and garter belt. She had one between her legs, fingering herself. "There is no way you are getting off without giving me some pleasure, assuming you are both up to it of course." Dave was still sitting on floor, she moved over to him and stood astride him and very slowly squatted down over him, lowering herself onto his rigid prick. She pushed his down to the floor and called me over. Stand over him and let me suck you. Eager to get my cock some more action I duly obeyed. She was slowly sliding up and down Dave's prick but more than able to suck me at the same time. But after a while she had to abandon my cock as her movements increased on Dave. She was really pounding up and down on him now, faster and faster and so violently. Until finally she screamed to a body shuddering orgasm. Somehow Dave had not cum, how he managed not to with her intense fucking of him I have no idea. Eventually she climbed off him and I could see her juices on Dave's cock and running down his balls. Her orgasm had been massive and as Dave got up I saw a bit wet patch on the carpet. She often did have very wet orgasms but this one bigger than usual. Anyway I usually enjoyed licking her after a wet orgasm so took Dave's cock in my mouth to clean him up, before getting on my knees and lapping at Sara's cunt, to clean her up as well. While I was doing this Dave crawled between my legs, on his back, began to rim licking and tonguing my arsehole. He had never done anything like this to me before, which was a pity because I was now realising what I had been missing. His tongue was probing and flicking around my anus. I stopped licking Sara's cunt, being unable to concentrate any more! And sat back a little on Dave's face, fully revelling in the ecstatic licking I was receiving. "Terry you are a selfish bastard, you need to give Dave's cock some attention, his dick needs a good sucking." Reluctantly I extracted my anus from his wet probing tongue and the rush of cool air on my arse, showed to what extent he had been slavering and licking at me. I laid beside him and pulled his engorged cock close to my mouth and encircled my lips around his glans. I could smell and now taste Sara's sex on him. As I seized his balls I felt the wetness that was still there from her orgasm. I sensed the pulsating of his cock in my mouth as I went to work on him, sliding my mouth up and down his rigid shaft, stopping at the top to flick my tongue over and around his cock head. I then felt the warm, wet sensation of his mouth over my cock as he reciprocated. And there we were locked into a classic 69 position. Form the corner of my eye I could see Sara sitting on the dressing table stool, legs apart and two fingers shoved inside herself. Her thumb was massaging her clit as she watched her husband and his friend suck each other's cocks. Dave and I were really getting in to it now, relishing the delights of both receiving and giving oral pleasure. Suddenly I felt something hard against my chest, I opened my eyes to see Sara's foot and spike heeled shoe placed between us. I looked up, my eyes following her long, silky nylon clad legs. Hands clasped on her hips with legs apart, her pussy looked red swollen and wet as my rested upon it, testament to all the fingering it had been receiving. "You two look like you are enjoying yourselves too much, now stand up." As ordered we stood up facing each other our rigid cocks almost touching. I so wanted to still have Dave's cock in my mouth, even more I wanted to feel him pumping his warm cum into my mouth and taste his saltiness. But Sara was punishing us, well sort of, although up until I have been enjoying my 'punishment'. "I am not going to watch you cum in each others mouths, you will wank for me. I want to watch your expressions as you masturbate. I want to see your spunk shoot from those lovely cocks of yours. Now stand by the bed." I asked how she wanted us to do this. "Both of you select a magazine and choose a picture and then spunk on it." "But one at a time, you first Terry." I picked up a magazine and fumbled through it until I found a picture I liked. I began stroking myself, as I did Dave started to fondle his cock as well. She moved over to him and removed his hand, standing behind him she put both arms around him, her hands cupping his balls, then one hand wrapped around his hard cock. I was a bit jealous as she worked on him but nevertheless I was enjoying playing with my own prick, which was leaking a lot of precum making it very slick. "Don't you cum yet Terry, you must wait." How the fuck can I wait I thought but I eased off and tried to hold on. Next Sara told Dave to climb onto the bed and to get on all fours. When he was in position she placed the magazine he had chosen on the bed beneath him. She replace her hands around his cock and balls but now bent down slightly placing her face in his backside. Moving in closer she licked his crack, before burying her face in his arse. She was pumping his cock with her right hand and squeezing his balls with the other, tongue up his arse. What a sight to hell with waiting. A few seconds later there was the splat, splat of cum as the first jet erupted from me and landed onto the picture. Then splat, splat, splat as repeated globs of warm creamy spunk shot from me and drenched the picture. Dave looked like he was in heaven, judging by the ecstatic look on his face. He opened his eyes as the drop of cum landed on the page, he then watched intently as the rest of my orgasm jetted out of me. Sara also saw me cum. " You dirty fucking wanker, I told you to wait. I hope you feel good standing there in your stockings, with that wilting, dripping cock in your hand. Pathetic dirty fucking wanker." Suddenly Dave started moaning, she had not eased up on his cock and the first shot of jizz powered out of him, missing the page beneath him and landing on the bed cover. Sara was still milking him as he continued to shoot his load, each spurt now hitting the target page, with slightly less force than the first shot. Like me he shot a massive load which also drenched the porn picture he had chosen. He finally finished Sara stood up and licked her fingers clean of Dave's cum. "You taste good but just look at the mess you have both made on those magazines. You truly are a couple perverts dressing up like whores, sucking and wanking each other and then spunking over those girly pictures." "Terry you need to get hard again because I need a good fucking." She moved towards me and grabbed hold of my now semi erect prick and began to work on it. It soon began to react and slowly started to stiffen, so she sank to her knees and took it in her mouth. Her lips encircled the head and then she sucked me in, moving her head forward she took the whole length down her throat and then out. Back and forth her head went, sucking and licking me. Caught Out I was now really hard again, she released me and got on all fours, telling me to fuck her from behind. I got down on my knees behind her and slipped my rigid length into her. She was so wet I just slid right in and begun thrusting into her. She was squelching with all the juices, I put my hand between her legs and felt all the wetness running form her. She felt so good, best ever, I have never felt her this wet. She was moaning now, the squealing, working up to another orgasm. My hand still between her legs, fingering and fondling her. She bucked and cried out as she started to cum. I felt it even wetter now, is that possible. It was too much for me and my juices mingled with hers. Shooting my hot spunk deep inside her, so intense and considering only about 25 minutes ago I shot a big load, I seemed to keep pumping semen into her. Dave had been watching of course and wanking and just after we had finished, he shot a second load over the picture. We were all spent and I felt good. But what would happen now? Would Sara be able to accept my alternative lifestyle? Maybe she would, particularly if we involved her, after she had some fantastic orgasms and very wet ones at that. Caught Out By Kiefer My name is Shana Williams and two and a half years ago I retrained as a hairdresser and passed with flying colours. Not long after my friend Michelle, who was a talent scout, heard from one of her acquaintances about a job going on the set of the TV show '24'. Id always had a huge crush on Kiefer Sutherland and getting to work with him and the other talent on the show would be a dream come true. So Michelle set up an interview and three days later I had the job. On my first day on set I was so nervous. I was scared of fucking up and of being humiliated and it didn't help that I was thinking if it did happen it would happen right in front of Kiefer. I decided, with 15 minutes before I was needed, to head outside for a quick cigarette. I was sitting on a milk crate smoking when I shadow fell across me. I looked up and words can't describe the hammering that started in my heart. Standing next to me, looking down and smiling the most gorgeous smile, was Kiefer Sutherland himself. He was wearing really really tight stone wash blue jeans and a figure hugging black shirt. God he looked absolutely delicious. He extended his hand towards me and said..... "Hi, I'm Kiefer. You must be Shana the new hairstylist?" Standing up and taking his hand I tried to form coherent words but none were forthcoming. I must have looked like a complete idiot and when I finally managed to compose myself I said.... "Errr, Hi. Yes I'm Shana. I ummm, I am pleased to meet you Mr. Sutherland." "Oh please Shana, don't call me Mr. Sutherland. Mr. Sutherland is my father. I am just Kiefer." At this point I decided that I had sounded enough like a babbling idiot for one day and said.... "Oh then. Hi Kiefer." My god! Was this really happening? Was I really standing here talking with Kiefer Sutherland? Discretely I reached down and pinched my arm. Nope not dreaming. I looked at the man standing in front of me again. Yep it definitely was him. "Ok well anyway, I'd better get going. I'm on my way to see the stunt guys." "It was nice meeting you Mr. Suth....I mean Kiefer" Then he chuckled. It was a low throaty and extremely sexy laugh that made me weak in the knees and wet in the pants. Oh god and his smile. I could get lost in his smile. As he turned to leave I had a really great view of his ass, and boy what a really nice ass. Unfortunately my staring was interrupted by John, my boss, poking his head around the stage door to tell me I was needed inside. At the sound of John's voice Kiefer turned and waved and I could have sworn I also saw him wink. A few weeks later, John who usually did the big star's hair on set, was sick and one of the producers asked me if I wouldn't mind filling in. Of course I jumped at the chance thinking that if I did a good job that it would be great for my career, and also that I wouldn't mind getting my hands on Kiefer in more ways than one. Walking into the make up trailer I realised that I only had one head of hair to worry about for now and I was disappointed to realise it wasn't Kiefer's. I spent the next 40 minutes doing a female stars hair, very distracted and wondering when or if I was going to get to see Kiefer at all. I know at this point I must sound like an obsessive fan or something but I'm not. It's just that I had had a crush on Kiefer Sutherland for years and I never thought I would ever get this close to him. After the female star had left I started cleaning up and I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't realise someone had walked into the trailer until I had bumped into them. Turning around I saw who it was. It was him. Kiefer Sutherland, and he was saying something. Shaking my head I focused on what he was saying... "...thought I'd come in and get done while it was quiet." "Um, what? Yeah sure. Sit down, I'll just finish putting this stuff away." Ok Shana I thought to myself. Calm down and just relax. He's just a guy. Right? Just a guy who is incredibly hot, with amazing blue green eyes and some extremely sexy tattoos, not to mention his really sexy ass and body. Ok, so not the time to be thinking about that. He was waiting and I was more than eager to start. So I turned to Kiefer and said, "So is there anything specific I have to do to your hair today do you know?" "Nope I don't think so." I walked over to him, stood in front of him and grabbed my spray bottle. I sprayed his hair and ran my fingers through it. My nipples were starting to go hard and my double D tits were practically in his face. I hadn't worn a bra that day and my top was very low cut. I snuck a glance and realised Kiefer was looking right down my top , which only made my nipples harder. When I bent over to plug in the hair dryer I could almost feel his eyes boring holes into my ass. By this time my head was swimming with fantasies and my pussy was wet and my clit was throbbing. Standing up I turned the hairdryer on and started drying his hair, hoping to god that he couldn't smell my wetness. When his hair was done I was disappointed and relieved at the same time. Kiefer stood up and as I was packing away the hairdryer he said, "Well thanks Shana. My hair looks great. Oh and they asked me to tell you that your needed on set today to do the touch ups." "Oh ok thanks. I've just got a few things to do here and then I'll be right in." Kiefer turned to leave and as soon as he shut the door I made sure all the blinds were shut, then sat in the chair he had just vacated. I lifted my skirt and slipped my hand into my panties. If I was going to be on set all day with him I had to take care of myself there and then. I would be too distracted otherwise. Feeling my wetness I slipped two fingers into my hot pussy and started pumping hard. My other hand snaked it's way into my panties also but this one was destined for my throbbing clit moving in small but fast circles. Fantasies of Kiefer danced through my head as I started moving in bigger faster circles on my clit and I inserted another finger into my pussy. I could feel a familiar tingling and I knew my climax was near. Just as I was about to cum the door opened. I jumped up and pulled my skirt down and turned towards the door with a face flushed with embarrassment and what I had just been doing. Oh my god! It was him, it was Kiefer. He came completely into the room with a knowing look on his face. Even if he hadn't seen what I was doing I was sure he could smell it, and I was more than a little surprised when he shut the door. "I forgot my sunglasses, and I'm very glad I did.", there was a wicked twinkle in his eye and a crooked sexy smile on his face. "I'm also supposed to tell you that the rest of the people have been done and that your finished for now." And then he chuckled. I didn't know where to look, what to do, or what to say. I'd never been so embarrassed in my entire life so I think I might have mumbled something like thanks and then tried to get past him and out the door. I just wanted to get away and hide somewhere for the rest of the day. But as I went to squeeze past him his arm shot out and blocked my path. "So, umm, can I ask you something Shana?" The amusement in his voice was clear. "I guess." I tried to sound normal, as if nothing happened, but I couldn't. I was more embarrassed than I had ever been in my entire life and I think he knew it. "Well, it's been a while cause i'm so busy and stuff, but is that pussy I can smell?" That twinkle in his eyes only got brighter when he saw my cheeks had turned an even brighter shade of red. "I umm, I well, I......" I didn't know what to say. It was plain he knew exactly what I was doing and he was toying with me. If I wasn't so very humiliated I would have been extremely excited. "It's ok Shana you don't really have to answer that. I'm sorry. I'm being naughty I know. I can't help it. I love teasing beautiful horny women." Oh my god! Kiefer Sutherland just called me beautiful. I must have been dreaming, but I wasn't. This was really happening. "Yeah, well look, I'm really sorry. I don't know what you saw but I really need this job. I can't afford to get fired, so if there is any way that we can just forget what happened I'd be forever grateful." "Shana, Shana, Shana. I definatly think something can be arranged. Maybe if you agreed to come to my place for dinner tonight." "Why Mr Sutherland I do believe you are trying to blackmail me." I couldn't believe it. I was screaming excitement on the inside. A date with Kiefer Sutherland and we both knew it wouldn't just be dinner if there was dinner at all. "We've talked about this Shana, it's Kiefer and shall I take that as a yes?" "Yes, it's a yes." "Ok then, it's settled. We'de better get going or they'll send out a search party. Oh and Shana, you really are beautiful and I can't wait for tonight." The he leaned toward me and kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "and if I'm lucky maybe you'll show me exactly what you were doing when I walked in." Then he turned opened the door and was gone. The feeling of his lips on my cheek and his breath in my ear was enough to get my juices flowing again, but I couldn't do anything about it right then. I needed to get onto the set and try and control my hormones for the rest of the day. So all that day every time Kiefer looked my way I could feel the electricity between us, and I just hoped noone else could see it. I swear a day had never felt so long but finally shooting was over. I headed for the trailer to pick up my stuff then headed for the carpark to find Kiefer. He was sitting on his motorbike and when he saw me he smiled and beckoned me over. I put on his spare helmet and jumped on behind him. He started the engine and we were off. The vibrations of the bike went right through me and were doing nothing for the randiness I'd been feeling all day. Not to mention the fact that I was snuggled very close to Kiefers ass. After about 40 minutes of riding we finally pulled up to the front door of Kiefer's place. I hopped off the bike, took off the helmet and was led inside. As soon as the door was shut we were all over each other. He was kissing my neck and his hands were exploring every inch of my body. Finally we broke apart and without speaking he led me upstairs to his bedroom. Laying me down on the bed he peeled off his t shirt and layed down next to me. No words were needed as he took my face in his hands for a long, deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues entwining we must have stayed like that for at least 10 minutes, all the time our kisses getting more and more passionate. Eventually we broke apart and the first words since the studio earlier that day were spoken, God Shana, your amazing and I've wanted to do that all day." While he was talking Kiefer had gotten off the bed and was taking off his jeans and underwear. I decided that I would do the same and after taking off my skirt and top I climbed back onto the bed. "Oh no Shana, panties too." And there was that twinkle again. So off they came and we were both completely naked. Laying back down hands were roaming everywhere and eventually one of Kiefers found it's way to my pussy lips. Gently he started circling my clit with his fingers. I was in heaven and I was almost pushed over the edge when 2 of his fingers found their way inside my willing wet hole while his thumb moved to circle my clit. "Mmmm Kiefer I have to have you now." I couldn't wait any longer and he eagerly obliged by climbing on top of me and ever so slowly entering me with his more than ample cock. His strokes were slow at first but gradually increased in pace. I could feel my orgasm building and couldn't hold it off any longer so I let it go. Screaming my orgasm it was enough to bring Kiefer to his own orgasm and I could feel his hot cum spurting inside me. Falling onto the bed and breathing fast trying to catch our breath, he rolled onto his side and said, "Now THAT was what I've wanted to do to you all day, but we are not finished yet." And yet again a wicked twinkle came to life in his eyes and when I looked down I realised that he was more than ready to go again, but that's another story for another time.