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Welcome Home

By: ojxwilliams



Faith sat idly amongst the constant bustle of the airport. She was in a daze reminiscing about her older brother, Brad. They had always been close; maybe because they were only two years apart in age - she was now 18, Brad had just turned 20 - and because they had experienced so much together. 

They had both become the products of a broken home when their parents decided to divorce. After their births, their parents tried to raise the "All-American" family, while constantly developing deep-seated hatred for one another. The result was years of resentment and an eventual split when she was 14.

What surprised Faith most was that they had remained together that long considering the endless fighting she and her brother got to observe. She was thankful, however, that she and Brad had been old enough to understand the decision. 

When her parents split, she decided to remain with her mom, while Brad moved in with her dad. Somehow, through it all, she and her big brother found a way to remain close. He had always been a constant for her, always there when she needed him most. She always idolized him, who wouldn't she thought, with his blonde hair, emerald green eyes and chiseled physique; he was envied by every guy in school growing up. Couple that with the fact that he was a great athlete and elite student and you had the perfect makings of a man.

Sitting there in the airport, Faith remembered the night of his High School graduation like it was yesterday. Here he was, Mr. Valedictorian, her big bro, giving a speech to his high school class about the possibilities in their futures. She beamed with admiration when he was on that stage! Later that night, he surprised and shocked everyone at his graduation dinner, when he announced that he had decided to join the Army. 

It seemed like a very ill-conceived joke initially, she thought; he had been offered both academic and athletic scholarships to nearly every conceivable institution of higher learning. Now here he was forfeiting it all, for what, a chance usually reserved for people with far less options? She was so angry that night and even angrier when he was headed to boot camp two weeks later. He had apparently decided this long ago, why hadn't he shared this decision with her? 

She remembered being so hurt, that she refused to even tell him goodbye. She regretted that decision immensely, when, after graduation from training, his unit was shipped to Iraq a month afterwards. She had heard so many bad things on the news of late about the destabilization in that country and the dangers American troops faced daily. Why had she been so selfish? Why hadn't she said goodbye? 

Her fears were eased after she began to receive letters from Brad. In her return letters, she was able to let him know how sorry she was and wanted to make sure he was okay. He would always reassure her that, although it was a dangerous situation, he was being very cautious, careful and would come home safe and sound. They communicated that way for over a year and still there was no word on when he was coming home. It was comforting, however, whenever she received his letters, because then she knew he was still alive and safe. 

Smiling, Faith remembered rushing to the mailbox everyday after school in hopeful anticipation of a new letter from Brad, "writing and fighting" he had said were about the only things they had time for. But she didn't mind because it made her feel close to him even while they were thousands of miles apart. 

She was surprised when she got home one afternoon, retrieved a new letter, ran giddily to her room, collapsed on the bed and opened it. Brad was coming home! After praying for so many nights for the safe return of her brother, it seemed like all her prayers were being answered...

In his letter, Brad said he would be home in about two weeks. She knew that she would be on pins and needles until she saw his face again. Now here she was sitting in the airport waiting for his plane to arrive. Speaking to him on the phone here days ago had been the first time she had physically heard his voice in well over a year. 

Brad must have had to yell quite a bit over there she thought. His voice was raspy, yet very manly and that gave it a very sexy quality. She didn't know why, but when she heard him that day, her crotch began to dampen. After getting off of the phone she remembered feeling so excited that she had to address the tingling in her moistened panties. 

Faith had lain on the bed and taken two fingers initially to her clit and then to her swollen lips. She masturbated often and usually wet her fingers to lube the area prior to pleasuring herself, but that day she was wetter than she could ever remember - this time, from merely hearing Brad's voice. She felt like such a pervert, masturbating from hearing her brother's voice. However, she could not deny how wonderful it felt to touch herself at that moment. 

She rubbed herself softly at first and she felt her juices began to flow, lubing her lips with sticky sweetness. The pace of her rubbing increased as her pleasure grew to an orgasmic state. She began to pant and tremble, it felt so good. 

Faith had always fantasized about being with her brother; secretly she thought that maybe her fantasy about him being her first had inhibited her from getting closer to any guy. No other guy could measure up to Brad in her mind. Now she found herself lacing into her love from the very sound of his voice.

Murmuring, a gasped 'Ohhhhh', she began to tremble again and then hum. She always hummed before she climaxed, she didn't know why but it always felt so natural in release. She felt it; she was coming, "hummmmmm, hummmmmm, aughhhhhhhh!" She released. 

Bolts of electricity shot through her body as she exploded in spasm after spasm of ecstasy. She jerked and twisted until she was completely spent. Her hand was sopping wet and she did what she usually did, brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked the satisfying juices from her fingers. Although Faith had no idea how a guy's cum tasted, she loved the taste of her own juices. So sweet, so good, she thought. Maybe she'd get to try Brad's juices one day. Pervert, she chastised herself mentally. 

Remembering that little episode in the airport at the moment created renewed excitement in her crouch and she felt herself moistening again. Faith knew she had to calm down. 

She was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top with no bra and very thin short shorts, pantyless; not exactly the outfit of choice to go meet one's big brother, but she had been running late to the airport after lounging all day and this was her usual sleep ensemble. She knew any leakage at this point would not go unnoticed.

Glancing around, she around spotted a tall, fat guy with disheveled clothing and the sight immediately extinguished any fire that began to burn in her groin. 

"Thank God" she thought. 

Startled from her revelry, she heard her name called, "Faith?" 

She turned and exhibited the biggest, Cheshire Cat like grin she could muster. "Brad!", she exclaimed. 

There he was, in military uniform, looking quite dapper, with a bronze tone, no doubt developed from endless hours spent under the merciless Middle Eastern sun. She'd never seen a man look so good. So much for calming down! Her hormones were stirred into a complete froth now.

She ran to her long lost big brother, leapt into his arms, hugged his neck and gave him the biggest kiss on the lips as he twirled her around in the air effortlessly. She thought about how wonderful he smelled, just like fresh air. 

"I missed you so much" she said. 

"I missed you too little sis," Brad said, "Man, am I happy to be home."

"Let's get your luggage and go home," Faith smiled over at him.

"Home", Brad sighed. "That sounds too good to be true!" 

After they found Brad's luggage, they left the airport and began the voyage to Faith's house. Brad couldn't believe it. Here his little sister was at 18 living in her own place. It was almost inconceivable. 

Apparently when he had left, Faith and Mom's relationship had completely soured when Mom admitted that she had been having an affair for ten years before she had divorced their dad. 

More shocking than this was that a short time later in a conversation with her dad about Mom's infidelity, her dad admitted that he had known about Mom's extramarital exploits and that he was a homosexual and had allowed their mother her "freedoms" so she would not readily delve into his sex life. 

"What a farce!" Faith had thought. She was so disgusted at the whole scenario, that she chose to not live with either parent and opted to move out on her own. 

Faith had always been able to save her money and did not have bouts of spending fever as most of her friends exhibited. She had worked at a local diner since the age of 14, (she looked so much more mature when she was that age, no-one asked) and at this point she had become the assistant manager, making a decent wage. 

One of her mother's friends was a property investor and had given her a sweetheart deal on one of her rental properties. It was definitely worth far more than the paltry lease she had agreed to. At the time, she had thought that at least her mom was good for something. 

Over their many communiqués, she had told Brad about their parent's skeletons in the closet and he had agreed that it was probably best that he live with Faith until he figured out his next move. 

As she drove onto a rather picturesque residential street and pulled into the driveway of a beautiful Victorian style home, Brad gasped. "How in the hell can you afford this place, Sis?" 

"Pure luck, Bro, pure luck!" Faith said. "It's almost charity what I pay per month for this place." 

"Cool," was all Brad could muster in reply. Faith thought sarcastically that he had always had a way with words. 

She opened the front door and said, "Welcome to our humble abode!" 

Brad, completely weighted down with luggage, stood in the doorway and shouted "Honey I'm home!"

"There's nobody else here, dumbass!" Faith laughed. 

"I know," Brad said, "I just always wanted to say that."

Faith led him upstairs to a rather spacious looking bedroom and informed him that this was to be his quarters. 

"Why don't you take a shower and I will get dinner started," Faith suggested. "I will bring you in a couple of towels." 

And she went downstairs to collect towels from the freshly washed laundry and started back up to Brad's room. She heard the shower running, signalling that he had already begun his shower. 

Walking over to the door to the bathroom Faith noticed that it was already opened slightly; just enough to see inside. She reached for the handle to enter, but paused and gasped. Through the bathroom mirror, Faith could see Brad in the shower. He was wet and glistening with his honey blonde hair and bronze complexion and looked to her at that moment every bit as fantastic as a Greek god. She allowed her eyes to dissect and devour every detail of his fine chiseled body from his handsome face to his broad shoulders and firm chest, devoid of any hair. 

"Just like I like it!" she thought as her eyes continued their raunchy tour, and she positively salivated when she saw his well defined abs. "Someone's been working out" she said in a whisper. She had noticed before that his arms had been systematically moving back and forth in rhythm and now she discovered why. Brad was holding and stroking the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life. Water from the shower must have given him all the lubricant he needed as he increased the ferocity of his stroke. She noticed that his eyes were now closed, no doubt from the pleasure he was feeling. 

Deciding to have a closer look, she pushed the door open ever so slightly as to not alert him to her presence and initially was aghast at what she saw. Brad had taped a picture of her face to the shower door. 

"Was this the source for his masturbatory explosion?" she wondered. 

Her questions were quickly answered as Brad began to speak. "That's right, Faith, dirty slut, suck my cock, baby, suck it dry, suck it all! I'm about to cummmmm!" He groaned as he ejaculated. Squirt after squirt of his cum covered the shower walls and floor until he collapsed to the shower floor and started to sob. 

Faith exited the room hastily, confused by what she'd just seen. Her brother masturbating and cumming, thinking about her sucking his cock? She was flushed and beet red from the myriad of emotions she was experiencing. The sexual excitement from her brother thinking of her in that way was mixed with concern. Why was he crying? Had he gotten screwed up mentally over there? 

These thoughts ran the gambit in her mind as her feet carried her to her room as she entered and locked her door. She wanted to compose herself prior to starting dinner. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought about the mirror in her brother's bathroom. Excitement welled inside her as her nipples hardened and her pussy became moist at the thought of his huge member. 

"How beautiful" she thought. Faith had been in "relationships" with about half a dozen guys since Brad had been deployed and it never worked out, usually because although she could be pushed to the brink of sexual intercourse, she would never allow another guy to have her. 

Always in the back of her mind she'd sheepishly thought, "It's Brad's to have!" She had seen the cocks of every one of those boys and they all paled in comparison with the rod her brother possessed in both length and girth. 

Still looking in the mirror, she licked her lips and closed her eyes picturing his enormous cock being stroked in her mind. She began to imagine that she was indeed sucking his erection. No need to lick her fingers again; her cunt was awash with her juices. A river was flowing between her legs, she felt her love juices flowing down her thigh and she had not even touched her love yet. 

Removing her shorts, Faith was amazed at how her cunt lips glistened with love dew. Slowly she rubbed the slit and began to buck her hips; she slid one finger inside her hole, then another until she was four fingers deep in her cunt. Next she took her middle finger, saturated with juice and began to gently massage her clit, making herself moan. This was the most intense pleasure she'd ever felt! Could thoughts of sucking her brother's cock have her exploding with pleasure? 

Fantasizing, she began to speak as Brad had earlier. "Do you want me to drain that cock dry?" Fuck my dirty little mouth, baby, cum down my throat!" As her fantasies and reality merged within the moment, her groaning intensified as she bucked and churned making love to herself like never before. She began to orgasm. "Oohhhhhhh, ooooh, hummmmm, hummmm, FUCKKKKKKKK!" As she came, she literally squirted juices all over her fingers, on the floor and the dresser; endlessly, stream after juicy stream until her head began to swim and she nearly collapsed. 

She laid there, on the floor, for what seemed like an eternity. Once she had the strength, she gathered herself up and floated to the shower. After showering, she just felt like being comfortable, thus she chose to wear no bra or panties with a very loose fitting red sun dress. With her hair still wet she scampered downstairs. 

She no longer felt like cooking and decided to order take out from a local Italian eatery. There was plenty of wine on hand. There were a great many unanswered questions she was sorting in her head. She needed to talk with Brad. Faith walked downstairs and Brad was amazed at how sexy she looked. She had always aroused desire in him. Standing 5'9'' and weighing 140 pounds his sister was as sexy a woman as he'd ever met. She had huge breasts and an ass you could not remove your eyes from. The word voluptuous seemed to aptly describe her. 

Whenever he saw any other man, boy or even woman for that matter look at her he always felt very jealous and protective equally. The way she was dressed and smelled right now made his cock stir underneath his robe. He could feel his body heat increase as a little precum escaped from the tip of his shaft. 

"How's it going, sexy?" Brad said as Faith came down the steps. "Decided to make a drink before I got dressed, haven't had one in a while. I made you one too." 

Faith walked over to the table, "That sounds great, what did you make me?" 

"Long Island Ice Tea," Brad grinned evilly.

"What are you trying to do to me; you know how Long Islands make me feel." Faith said. 

He did know, remembering a camping trip he and Faith had went on, complete with Long Islands which must have lowered all Faith's inhibitions. Forgetting herself in that instance, she had kissed him with desire-filled ferocity that night. An action for which they were both ashamed and never spoke of. 

"Don't worry Sis, I'll take care of you, I promise." 

"You promise?" Faith asked. 

Brad simply nodded. 

She sat down in front of her drink next to Brad. "I didn't really feel like cooking, I'm exhausted, so I ordered food from Marzetti's if that's okay?" Faith said. 

"Sounds good to me" Brad said. "I wanted to spend more time with my little sis on my first day back anyway!" 

Faith took a drink. Man, did it taste good. It must have been a gulp because half the glass was empty already. She only drank like that when she was very nervous. What was she so nervous about? She guessed the questions she had been preparing for Brad had her completely out of sorts. 

Two things struck her immediately. First she could tell that Brad had a few drinks before she made it down because he looked like he was feeling no pain already and he had shot her a very lusty look. She also noticed that he had a tent on his lap that a three ring circus could have performed in. If she'd caused that, she was delighted. 

She knew what she was feeling, how she had always felt and just wanted, scratch that, needed to know how he felt. 

"Brad, I saw what you were doing in the shower earlier and also heard what you said." 

Brad lowered his empty glass from his lips. "What're you talking about?" Brad slurred. 

"I saw you masturbating, with my picture in the shower and saying dirty things about me. What was that all about?" Faith asked.

"I dunno." Brad slurred. 

She knew he was pretty tipsy already, his slurred speech proved her right. 

"Just be honest with me Brad, we never hide anything or lie to one another remember?" Faith said. 

"Okay, okay Sis, I'll tell you the whole story. When I was in Iraq it was so hard being away from you and I missed you so much. I think I love you and fantasized about you more than any woman I've ever met. Just reading your letters and hearing your voice in my head would make me horny and there weren't a lot of women at my disposal, so the only way I could relieve myself was by masturbating. I would do it every time I got a letter from you. When you sent me a picture, it was better than getting a Playboy magazine. I was able to put a face, a boob, an ass, with your voice in my head. If only for a while, I could pretend I was back home, with you, making love." Brad explained.

"How long have you felt this way Brad?" Faith asked. 

"All my life; I have always wanted you sis! I just didn't want to creep you out or jeopardize our friendship. I love you so much and I am sorry about all this. If you want me to leave then I will." Brad said while crying. 

Tears welled in Faith's eyes also. "I never want you to leave me again. I have felt the same way as you have. You are the man for me!" Faith discarded her chair to the ground and embraced Brad tightly. She brought her lips to his and they proceeded to kiss each other with a pinned up passion from deep within. It seemed to last an eternity. She sucked his tongue and he did the same sending shockwaves of euphoria throughout her body. She had to have Brad now! 


Welcome Home



Faith kissed and licked his neck with animalistic ferocity. Licking down to his chest and settling on his right nipple, she nibbled and licked it playfully. It elicited a groan from her brother's throat. She kept working steadily down his abdomen until she reached the area she had seen the tent at earlier. She felt dirty and as such her entire attitude was that of a vixen or object of desire.

"You want me to suck your cock don't you? Want this nasty girl to suck your hard cock?" Faith growled. 

"Yes, yes please!" Brad moaned. 

She pulled the entirety of his elongated shaft from his robe and marveled in its beauty for some time. Finally Faith began to slide her hand up and down his shaft. She spit into her hand and continued to stroke his now steel hard erection; pulsating, throbbing and vein-filled erection. Bringing her hot mouth to the purple mushroom head of his cock, Faith began to suck and lick it hungrily. 

Needing more, Brad grabbed her head and began to hump into her mouth. Faith took another five inches in her mouth before gagging. She wondered to herself how big was this wonderful tool. Her big brother fucked her mouth this way for about fifteen minutes, before he began shaking and throbbing. His breathing became shortened and he was sweating and Faith knew he was about to burst. She wanted to taste his cum. She had dreamed about this moment and fantasized about it so often, she could not believe it was about to happen. 

"Sis I'm about to cu...... aaaahhhhhhh!" Brad couldn't finish the warning. He sprayed his sticky cum down his little sister's throat and was amazed that she readily swallowed every drop. He noticed a drop of cum at the corner of her mouth and was filled with the desire to eat her cunt. He had to eat it now. 

Lifting Faith up by the arms, Brad sat her spread-eagle on the table. Hurriedly he rushed his salivating mouth to her throbbing patch. He licked all the cum from her lips and sucked and nibbled them while sliding two fingers inside her hole. He moved his tongue erratically and finally focused on her clit. It was hard and he nibbled and sucked on it while Faith scratched his back with her nails. 

"Oh my god!" She screamed. She could never remember feeling anything so good! "Eat my pussy Brad, Suck it dry!" She screamed. 

Brad began tongue fucking his sister's hot cunt until her juices were churned into foam on his face. "Damn, she tastes so good!" he thought. 

Faith began to writhe in ecstasy and she grabbed the back of his head and humped his mouth as hard as she could. "OOOOOOhhhhh, Iiiiiiiii, huuuuuuuummm! I'm cumming she screamed as her juices burst from her cunt into his face covering his face in cum! I want your cock in me right now!" Faith screamed. 

"Are you sure Faith, aren't you still a virgin?" Brad asked. 

"Yes, but I have saved myself for this moment; for you, it's yours. Now, GIVE ME WHAT THE FUCK I NEED!" Faith screamed. 

Brad aimed to please. He dragged Faith from the table and turned her around in the doggy-style position. He grabbed his massive rod and rubbed it up and down her sopping cunt and pushed the head inside her hole.

"Uuuuuuggggg." Faith moaned. 

"Am I hurting you?" Brad asked. 

"I'm ready, just take it slow." Faith reassured him. 

Brad had wanted this so bad. He wanted to make Faith feel good. Slowly he eased his cook into her sopping wet hole inch by inch. It was so deliciously tight. Surprisingly her virgin pussy was able to take the entire cock inside. 

"Fuck me Brad, fuck me hard, fuck me now!" Faith screamed. 

Brad pulled his cock out until only his head was still inside her wet hole and slowly inch by inch he eased it back in until his balls hit her ass. He repeated this over and over, each time faster than the next until he was simply ramming it in and out of her wet pussy. 

"I've never felt so fucking good!" Faith screamed as she churned and bucked wanting more and more. 

Brad obliged sending shockwaves through her entire body. She was humming continuously as she experience orgasm after orgasm! Brad lasted so long in her tight little hole. 

"I love you Brad." Faith said. 

As his face contorted and the veins in his head grew, she knew he was about to climax. 

"Cum in my hand, Brad, I want to take my time drinking your juice!" 

Brad pumped harder than before as he was ready for release. "Here IIIIII Cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm!" as he pulled out of here wet hole and spewed into the outstretched cupped hands of his little sis. 

Faith didn't know if her tiny hands were going to be large enough for the load shooting from the end of his cock. Brad finished and nearly collapsed. Faith wanting to put on a show for him, slowly and seductively began to lick the cum from her hands, much like a kitten drinking milk from a bowl, until every drop had been devoured. He tasted so good.

As Brad lay on the floor, she fell on top of him and kissed him deeply and passionately letting him devour the essence of his own juices. They kissed this way until they were both too light-headed to continue and laid next to one another in sweet embrace. 

They could never go back to the relationship they had before, but they loved what had just transpired and thought about their futures together. 

"Welcome Home!" Faith said as she kissed Brad deeply. He lifted her from the floor into his arms and started to climb the stairs to the bedroom. It was a welcome home indeed.



Welcome Home



It had been a very long week. I was feeling very stressed out from all the problems at home, and from missing my lover. Henry had been gone for the last three weeks on another trip and I desperate for his return. He was scheduled to be back Friday night and I decided I needed to plan something special to welcome him home. I had this idea earlier in the week of taking him out for a moonlit picnic, but the weather did not hold out. Having already done the shopping for the picnic I decided to have the picnic at home.

I went to the airport dressed in nothing but an overcoat, white stockings, garters, and high heels and waited for him out front in the car. When he arrived I got out to greet him, embraced him and lightly kissed him on the cheek. He placed his bags in the car and when he turned around, I had slightly opened my coat revealing what I didn't have on underneath. He grinned and tried to make a grab for me, but I ducked out of his way, telling him that I had missed him and had a surprise for him at home. Driving home I allowed him to open my overcoat and see my naked body but pushed his hands away when he tried to touch me. We held hands and I asked him to fill me in on the details of his trip. I could tell from the obvious bulge in his pants his trip was the last thing on his mind.

Once home I removed my overcoat and embraced him. Henry was so curious what the special occasion was. I simply told him I missed him and insisted her shower and put something more comfortable on for the special evening I had planned.

While he was in the shower, I lit the entire place up with candle light and put some nice jazz music on the stereo. I don't much like the jazz music but Henry does. I then proceeded to fix up a plate of assorted breads, cheeses and vegies. I also poured a glass of wine for each of us and set everything out on the dining room table.

Dinner was the first order of business. As I seated him at the table he tried to tell me food wasn't what he was hungry for but, I wanted to continue on with my plan for the evening. I told him to eat up so he would have enough energy for desert. After toasting to the joy of being together again I proceeded to feed him the delicacies. Not allowing him to feed himself. Playfully I selected each of the variety of assorted goodies and he accepted each and everyone, each time more suggestively than the first. Between the vegetables & cheeses we would stop for passionate kisses or embrace and then proceed again. 

As events unfolded and our dinner proceeded, I undressed Henry while continuing to play with the food at hand. I couldn't resist teasing him a bit by slowly stroking my hard nipples beneath the lacy material of the apron I had put on. Henry's gaze was heated as he watched me slowly slide my hand down my body, down to my freshly shaved pussy, feeling my wetness... stroking myself. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of Henry stroking his swollen cock. He had abandoned all thoughts of dinner as he watched me play. 

Seeing Henry's cock so hard and throbbing was just too tempting to me. I slid off of my chair and knelt in-between his legs. I nibbled and licked his thighs for a moment, rubbing my cheek against his smooth cock. I took his cock in my hand, sliding my tongue up and down on it, slurping it like a lollipop. I took him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down rhythmically over his thick hard cock. I shifted my position to allow my throat to stretch towards him. I took his cock out of my mouth, took a drink of wine, and started lapping my tongue all over him. 

When he was completely wet, I bent down and in one motion, took his whole cock down my throat. I started massaging his balls, working the cum up his shaft. I started rimming the head with my tongue while tickling his balls. I kept working on him while he exploded into my mouth, shooting his hot cum down my throat. I swallowed all that I could but a little dribbled down my chin as I licked him clean. I looked up at him and smiled as I asked him if he was ready for desert. 

I headed out to the kitchen, bringing back a tray with bowls of chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and a fruit bowl filled with plump strawberries, and bananas. I watched Henry's cock start to spring back to life as I took off my apron and sat on the table in front of him with one high heel planted on either side of him. I smiled at him as I picked a piece of fruit from the bowl, a strawberry. I dipped the berry in chocolate sauce, bringing it to my body. I ran it around my swollen nipple.…sliding the berry down my body leaving a trail a chocolate sauce. 

I ran the berry up and down my pussy lips. Using my other hand I opened my lips wide, sliding just the tip of the strawberry into my pussy….leaning back on my elbows, I smiled at Henry and told him desert was ready. His cock was now fully erect again. I leaned back as Henry began licking the sauce off of my shivering body, sucking chocolate off of my nipples before he pulled my pussy closer to the edge of the table so he could eat the strawberry out of me….lapping up my juices along with those of the strawberry's. 

After he had gotten all of the strawberry and chocolate sauce, he reached for a pealed banana and dipped the tip into the whipped cream. Following my lead he painted a trail a whipped cream down my body as he headed toward my quivering puss. The cold whipped cream made my pussy tingle as he ran the banana along my lips….slowly he slid the tip of the banana inside me, making me gasp and moan. He slid the banana in and out of my pussy, gently fucking me with it before taking his first bite. Slowly he ate the banana out of my dripping pussy, flavored with my juices. Henry licked me and sucked me and played with me until I was mindless with lust. 

He feasted hungrily on my wetness, tasting my juices welling up from my hot depths mixed with the tastes of our desert. I writhed under his mouth as he continued to lick me, spreading my thighs as wide as I could and thrusting my pussy up at him, urging him to penetrate me with his tongue as far as he could. He ventured further down, onto the taut skin between my pussy and anus, and onto my tightly puckered ring, now slick with juice. I couldn't help gasping as he teased my rosebud. 

His tongue traveled back up to my clit, throbbing, waiting for its pleasure. He sucked it, sliding his lips along its little shaft, teasing the end with the tip of his tongue. I was breathing harder and faster, and with a small mean I went over the edge. I felt my gush of hot juice flowing out of me and onto his face as I bucked madly against him. We both took a few minutes to clam down, I stroked him and kissed my juices off of his face as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

After a while he pulled me down onto his lap, I guided the head of his cock into me and impaled myself easily on him, smiling in delight as his cock slid into me. M mmmm...I leaned back a little so we could both watch, as his cock, shiny and wet with my juices, slid in and out of my pussy. I lifted up high enough so that just the head of his cock stayed in me...and then lowered myself again...grinding my pelvis against his while he cock thrust in me sooo deep …. I teased him a little and, when I lifted up, let him slip out of me...I took his cock in my hand and slid it back and forth along my dripping pussy for minute... rubbing his cock against my throbbing clit before sliding him back inside me. I relished the feeling of Henry's wonderful hands on my ass, teasing my rear entrance, as I slid up and down on his shaft. 

I rode Henry for a long time, bringing him up to the edge and letting him subside, playing with him until he was begging me to let him come. As I began to milk him with my internal muscles, I could feel his orgasm building. I gyrated my hips, grinding my clit against him, gasping as my own orgasm swept over me in a rush, my pussy clenching Henry's cock with the contractions of my climax. My juices oozed over us without ceasing, lubricating our bodies as they moved against each other. Henry moaned as his climax exploded in me. The spasms of his cock were incredible as he shot load after load into my pussy. 

We sat for a while nibbling and kissing, lavishly stroking one another as we both came slowly back down to earth. Henry whispered to me that he would have to go out of town more often if this was the kind of homecoming he was going to get. I smiled and reached down between us, stroking his cock. Feeling it respond to my manipulation. I looked into Henry's eyes and told him that I wasn't finished welcoming him home yet! 'I'm drained,' Henry replied doubtfully. 

I grinned at him. 'Oh, I don't think so,' I said, 'Not when you hear what I want now, I have a new toy I want us to play with!' He grinned, suddenly coming to life. I reached down to stroke him as his arousal grew. 'See?' I said, 'look how eager you are'. His gaze was heated as he watched me jump off of his lap and run into the bed room to get my toy. When I returned I knelt on all fours, presenting my ass to him. My buttocks were splayed and my ass beckoned at him. I heard him groan as I wiggled my ass at him. I watched his face as I brought my toy into view, an anal vibrator, and presented him with it. Henry dipped his fingers into my pussy, lubricating them with my juices before bringing them up to my little asshole, pressing first one then two fingers into my tight anus. I moaned as he stroked them in and out, opening me. Then his fingers pulled out and were slowly replaced with the long thin vibrator. 

He slid it fully inside of me before turning it on. The vibrations made me cry out in excitement! Henry gripped me by the hips, sheathing himself inside of me in one long stroke. I moaned deep in my throat, and wriggled, pulling his shaft from side to side, milking him as he stroked in and out of me. I could tell from his raged breathing that the vibrations coming from my ass were having as much of an effect on him as they were on me! I came quickly, shuttering as the vibrations combined with Henry's thrusting continued to take me over the edge time and again. 

As my last orgasm subsided I felt Henry clench and thrust deeply as his orgasm over took him forcefully. His cum poured into my pussy and down my thighs as he pumped more and more into me. We both finally collapsed on the floor, gasping and moaning with joy. I smiled at my sweet, exhausted lover, 'welcome home darling'.



Welcome Home



She had always loved the tree lined road that lead to their cabin. It didn't matter that she had to drive the twenty or so miles twice a day to work. It was a small price to pay not to have to live in town.

Humming alone with the radio, she noticed that the gate to the driveway was open. That meant that he had gotten home before her and left the gate open as a welcoming.

After driving through the gate, she stopped the car. Walking slowly to the gate, enjoying the late afternoon sunshine, something caught her eye. Getting closer to the gate, she felt a huge smile light her face. On the gate lay a single wildrose. It's brilliant red color made the sunset pale in comparison.

Shutting the gate, picking up the rose, she walked slowly back to her car. Bringing the rose to her nose, she smelled the fragrance of sunshine, love, and yes, lust. She barely felt the sway of her skirt across her nylon covered legs, so entranced was she with the rose.

He watched her from the living room window. Smiling to himself, he thought that she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen. The reddish sunset glowing on her blond tressses, the long legs, and her total unawareness of herself was enough to bring him to his knees. The fact that she didn't realize her beauty made her more beautiful to him.

As he stepped out onto the porch, he watched her come to a stop and go through her routine. First, turning off the radio, then making sure the windows were up, looking around, grabbing her purse and breifcase. Opening the car door, he watched her foot come into view and saw the nylon clad ankle and calf. Smiling, he watched her get of the car, sling her purse on her shoulder and take her briefcase in her other hand.

She knew he was watching her. He was standing on the porch, ready to greet her. Slyly, she brought the rose to her lips and kissed it, looking right into his eyes. Then smiling with a wicked little smile, she drew her tongue across her lips and licked them, where the rose has rested just moments before.

As she walked up the walk to the steps, he decended to the middle of the steps. Taking her breifcase, smiling, not saying a word, he looked deeply into her bedroom blue eyes. Stopping on the step below him, looking at him, then taking his hand, she brought it to her lips. She placed a slow, soft, warm kiss in the palm of his hand, then placed it on her heart.

"Thank you" she said. It was enough. So simple, those two words, conveying so much meaning.

As she passed him, he softly slapped her ass. Turning around, smiling wickedly, she leaned over and placed a quick, demanding kiss upon his lips, turned around and continued jauntily into the house, smelling the rose along the way.

Whistling under his breath, carrying her briefcase, his lips still tingling from the kiss, he followed her into the house. Watching her long legs under the skirt, he knew what treasures lay hidden underneath.

"Here you go, love," he whispered as he handed her a drink.

Sipping her drink, smelling the rose, she sat watching him. She knew that something was on his mind, but what it was, she knew that she would have to wait.

"Tell me what's on your mind, sweetheart." she softly said, looking straight into his eyes.

"Stand up, please. Come to me." he replied. "I have missed you terribly all day."

As if in a trance, she stood up and went to him. The powerful magnetic force of his presence made her lust for him as she had never lusted for another single person before. She loved him, no doubt about that, but more that that, she lusted for him, as much now as when they first met.

He drew her into his arms, embracing her tightly. She never failed to amaze and delight him. Seeking for and finding her lips, he took them demandingly. Not asking, just taking.

Placing his hands behind her head, he slid his fingers through the long, blonde tresses and wrapped them with the soft curls, effectively holding her head to his. Long, deep, demanding kiss that made her respond passionately to him.

Leaning back, looking at her, with her puffed, just kissed lips and smokey, lusty eyes, he took a deep breath. Her passion matched or surmounted his own.

She watched him, breathing just a little harder. Her lips tingled from the kiss as her womanly juices were flowing. She watched him reach for her blouse, slowly unbuttoning one button at a time. So slowly, so carefully. Tracing his fingers across the newly exposed skin, making her shiver with delight. When at last he had unbuttoned the last button, he slid the blouse over her shoulders and let it all softly to the floor. He could see her nipples through the lace of her bra as he leaned over and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall softly to the floor to join her blouse. 

"Oh, God," he whispered horsely as he took in the woman before him. Standing there in her bra, panties, and thigh high stockings, she took his breath away.

She reached for him and drew his lips to hers for a soft, yet passionate kiss while her fingers were starting to loosen his tie. Working it loose, she slowly drew it over his head, then over hers wtihout breaking the kiss. Letting the tie hang around her neck, she grabbed his shirt and with one jerk, ripped the buttons off, leaving it hanging in tatters on his shoulders. Sliding her hands down his chest, over his stomach, she finally reached his belt. Fumbling with the buckle, she finally released it, reached in, unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. Keeping her lips firmly planted on his, she slid her hand down inside of his pants and gave his hot, hard shaft a soft, long stroke. Just one.

Hooking her fingers in the waistband of pants and underwear, she slid them over his hips, down his thighs and let them fall to his ankles, where upon he stepped out of them, leaving them in a pile beside her clothes.

With his shirt hanging on his shoulders, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She followed him clad only in bra, panties, and thigh high stockings with a lacy edge. She felt her passion rising as she held his hand and let him lead her to their bed.

Stopping just before getting to the bed, he turned. Taking her face in his hands, he brought her face to his, softly kissing her full lips. Stroking her cheeks with his fingers, his tongue started to explore the hot, moist confines of her mouth. She responded with a deep moan and tongue thrusts of her own.

She felt his hands slowly slide down her sides as she reach to take him into her arms. Keeping her lips on his, she slid her arms around his waist and stroked his back with her nails, knowing that he loved it. Moving her hands down further, she slowly eased his pants over his hips, down his thighs. Standing in the bedroom, slowly making love to the one man that she adored, she couldn't help the sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

Gliding his hands up her arms, across her shoulders, then down to her breast, he played her body as only he could. He knew her inside and out. Taking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching gently, then more urgently, he felt them stiffen to hard, litte nubs of pleasure. Taking her lips demandingly, he pinched her nipples harder, sending shock waves all the way down to her womaningly being. Moaning into his mouth, she stoked him. Lighting the fires of passion within his whole being. His shaft hard, hot and straining between them.

The feelings that had been building up in her all day took over. She backed him to the edge of the bed. Placing her hands onto his shoulders, she pushed. He fell backward on to the bed, bringing her down with him.

Reaching down, she slide her panties to one side, grasped his cock, and eased it to her hot pussy. She sat there, not moving, letting him feel her heat. The head of his cock nestled between her shaven lips. Barely moving her hips, she let him slide in, just a little. Her heat surrounded the head of his cock, making him moan.

No movement. God, he wished she would move, one way or another, to ease the tension in his cock. One slow thrust, so slow, so gentle, she let him slide in just a bit more. Then, no movement. Her hands were caressing his neck as she slowly let his cock slide into her heat. Slowly, inch by slow inch, she let him in, until his cock was buried in the heat of her passion. He could feel her juices flowing slowly around his cock. Still, no movement.

No movement. None whatsoever. "God", he thought, this is going to rip me to shreds.

Placing her hands on his chest, she sat straight up on him. Her knees up around his chest, his cock buried totally in the dark, moist heat of her pussy. Reaching around, she unclasps her bra, letting it fall down her arms, releasing her breasts. The nipples are hard and begging for his lips, but she won't let him. No movement.

She let her hands glide up her stomach, to her breast. Watching him, still not moving, she cups her breast, then finding the nipples, pinches them just lightly. He watches her, buried deep within the oh so hot pussy. His cock jerks as she pinches her nipples as she peers deeply into his very being. No movement

Using her legs, she raises herself slowly. His cock emerges inch by inch, covered with her glistening juices. Then with just the head buried in her, no movement. Still caressing her breast, looking at him, daring him, she starts a slow descent upon his cock. Letting it go deeper and deeper until it is buried, yet again, within. No movement.

Moaning softly, she leans over and kisses his neck, just under the ear, taking the sweet spot that she knows drives him wild. Unable to contain himself any longer, he wraps his arms around her and holds her tightly against him as she continues to nuzzle his neck. Raising her hips, she withdraws his cock, then slams back down. Her hips grinding to his. Ahh, sweet movement.

Grasping her hips with his hands, he raises her and lowers her swiftly upon him. His cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. She bites his neck, eliciting a low, deep moan from him. Faster and faster, their journey into the magical, mystical world of sensual delight yields them helpless to stop. The passion rising to fevor pitch engulfs them both. 

Slamming harder into him, she raises and lowers her pussy. Taking him deeply on each thrust, she brings him to the edge. Her own passion matching his as she feels his cock start to jerk. Her pussy muscles tighten on his cock, drawing the cum from deep within him. 

Screaming out her desires, he thrusts up to her, taking her over the edge. He thrusts hard and fast to her hot, juice flowing pussy. Feeling the muscles of her pussy suck at him, he lets out a loud scream and starts to empty himself in her. The juices of their passion mixing deep within her, flowing slowly out and down his balls.

Breathing hard, their hips still moving slightly, they help each other come down from the incredible high that they have been on. She leans over, takes his lips with hers, then collapses on top of him. He wraps her in his arms, holding her, keeping her safe.

As the passion is fading, for a while, anyway, he whispers, "What's for dinner?"



Welcome Home



The day had been long and hot, but the heat and humidity has done little to quench my desire for you. I wait to hear your key in the door with growing anticipation, and at last it is there. The sound that makes my pulse race. Click. I can see the tiredness on your face, and I know how to refresh you. Coming to your welcoming arms, my already naked body thrills at your touch. I kiss with heat and passion, showing you how much I missed you and how pleased I am to have you back within my reach. I begin to remove your clothing, striping your magnificent form, one piece at a time. Savoring each and every part of your body as it is revealed to me. 

As I kiss the side of your neck, making my way to your mouth, tasting the salty sweat on your hot flesh. Finding your lips, making them wet with my own, sucking your tongue into my mouth, hungering for you. Feeling your hands caressing the naked skin of my back, sliding down over my ass, and fondling my secret places. I force my mouth to release yours, and work my way down your body. Biting and nibbling, teasing and caressing. I take your cock in my hand and stroke it gently, feeling your desire for me grow. Brushing the head of your cock against my cheek, I blow cool air over it, sending shivers through your body. I tease the head with the tip of my tongue, tasting and delighting in you. Taking it between my lips, and forcing the tip of my tongue into the tight eye, tasting you more. I run my wet lips up and down the length of you, my mouth exploring every vein, every ripple. Sucking gently, I take your hot cock all the way into my mouth, feeling you pressing against the back of my throat. And I want more, so much more...

I move my body around, making it accessible to your exploring hands. Feeling the heat of your touch exploring my body, running down over my back, over the cheeks of my ass, following the crevice to the secret treasures below. You brush the tips of your fingers over the soft fur coveting my pussy, sending a thrill through my body. Your fingers probe and explore, parting the pink lips, feeling for the wetness and finding it. Dipping your fingers in sweet juice, you put them to your lips and suck them clean, tasting me. Sliding your fingers back into me, probing deeper and deeper, then rubbing them back over my swollen clit. My body begins to respond to your attention. My hips wiggling and rotating to your probing fingers. I begin to suck. Taking your cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, sucking harder and harder, hungering for you in every way. I straddle your face, placing my wet pulsing pussy right over your mouth. Your tongue reaches for me, tasting and exploring. 

I take your balls in my mouth, sucking and licking them as you feast on my dripping love juices. I start to hummmmm, sending gentle vibrations through pulsing through your balls and up your throbbing shaft. I go back to your cock, sucking and licking like an animal. You slide your fingers into my pussy again making them wet with my juice, then as you continue to lick and nibble my clit, you tease the tight hole of my ass with your fingers. Slowly sliding the tip of a finger into my ass. It takes my breath away, and I begin to wiggle more, your free hand holding tight to me, not letting me escape your mouth or fingers.

I can feel my excitement building, but I am not ready to cum yet. Not yet. I move off you, reluctant to free my aching pussy from your wondrous mouth. I climb to my hands and knees, presenting you with whatever you feel the need to take. I feel the heat of your body behind me. The hardness of your cock as you begin to tease between my pussy and my ass. I try to push back against you, wanting you inside me, but you have control, and you tease me more relentlessly. At last you push your cock into my pussy. All the way in with one hard thrust, making my cry out with the pleasure. You hold your self deep inside me, teasing the tight hole of my ass with your fingers again. 

Slowly you work a finger into my ass, watching my back arch, but not allowing me to rock back and forward against you. You begin sliding your finger in and out, a little faster and harder each time, my moans exciting and enticing you still further. You slowly pull your cock from me, only to push it back in with another hard thrust, then another. Working your cock and your finger in time with each other, you begin driving in and out of me. I reach beneath myself, my fingers finding my throbbing clit and stroking it in time with your thrusts. The sensations are electric, consuming my body in the heat of passion and desire. My body takes on a life of it’s own, moving back against you in perfect time. Wanting, demanding more and more of you inside me.

You sense my need and slip a second finger into my ass, driving me wild, and you know I’m ready for you. Pulling free of my pussy, you rub the head of your cock around my ass, and slowly push the head in. I cry out in both pleasure and pain, but you know I want more. With slow steady movements, you push your throbbing shaft all the way into my ass. I can feel your balls against my pussy and I begin to rock back and forward. You leave me to my own pace at first, knowing how much I can take, but soon the thrill overtakes me and I begin pounding myself back against you. 

You meet me thrust for thrust, your balls slapping against my pussy, my fingers working furiously over my clit. I can feel you starting to swell, and I know it’s all I can take. The rush of ecstasy consumes me. Washing over me like I tidal wave out of control, and I explode with orgasm. My hot juices running down the inside of my legs. You quickly pull free of my ass, and moaning loudly, I feel your hot cum pulsing from your cock, and covering my back in a thick, white paste. 

We collapse together on the bed. Our bodies hot and sweaty, but we are far from finished. We cuddle together, touching and caressing, whispering secrets only lovers can know. Your hand slides down over my back, tracing lines in the sticky juices, the residue of our love making. Your fingers find the curve of my ass, and my lips part with a knowing smile...

To Be Continued...



Welcome Home



I sit back comfortable in the dark house, sipping my drink waiting for you to come home. I hear your car pull up and you coming into the house. You enter the kitchen and the lights won't come on, I hear you cussing about the damn electric being out or something and smile. 

You are pushed face down onto the kitchen table, strong arms holding you down, I can see you struggling, your strong sexy body jerking around trying to get away. I can see your big muscular body bent over the kitchen table, I stand between your legs, pushing them further apart. I undo your pants and shove them down, leaving your bare ass vulnerable for my abuse. You can feel hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them wide, you are cussing and threatening us. Your hands are tied to the table legs and a hand is over your mouth. I shove my finger in your asshole hard, with no warning, you start to struggle again, I keep moving my finger in and out of your asshole. I can feel you fighting against my finger, I pull my finger out and you feel my mouth on your asshole. I blow gently then shove my tongue deep inside you. I lick my tongue around, then push hard inside you again, I want you to relax before I fuck you hard.

Someone grabs your hair and pulls your head up, you feel something rubbing against your lips, you try turning away, and another set of hands grabs your head, you open your mouth and start cussing, and he pushes his big cock inside your mouth, we all laugh hearing you gagging. I stand back watching him fuck your mouth. You feel something large pushing at your asshole. You tighten up, but its oiled and pushing hard, not showing any mercy I push my cock inside your tight virgin asshole, I get just inside and stop, I tell you to relax so it wont hurt so bad. I don't wait for you to relax I push all the way inside you, I feel your body jerk away from me and hear your screaming around the cock buried in your mouth. It drives me crazy and I start fucking you faster, you can feel me buried all the way inside you. I spread your legs further and you feel something warm on your cock. You feel your cock going inside a nice wet mouth, you feel facial hair and know you are being sucked by another guy. I laugh as i see your cock growing hard, seeing you struggle to remember you are being raped in your own kitchen.

I can feel the table sliding as I push harder and harder in and out of your tight ass. I watch you giving the man a blowjob, I can see your face as you realize that he is about to cum and not going to take his cock out of your mouth. I'm fucking you faster as I watch you take your first taste of cum, he threatens you to drink all of and hold it in your mouth, don't you dare swallow it yet. 

I see you are close to cumming and tell the other 2 men to leave now. I untie your hands and you stand up. I reach my arms up and around your neck and kiss you deeply, sucking as much of the cum from your mouth as I can. You look down at me and realize your lilheathon, wearing a strap-on, just raped you with two other guys. I can see the revenge in your eyes as well as the excitement. You grab me fast and throw me down on the table, taking my legs over your shoulders, you spread my pussy lips wide and I feel you ram me hard with your big thick cock, I scream as you fuck me harder and harder. I know you won't last long and I feel your hot cum filling me.

You whisper in my ear, paybacks are a bitch sweetheart. You feel me cumming knowing that I will be forced to lick my first pussy soon.



Welcome Home



She walked in the door, dropping her purse and the mail on the end table by the door. She walked into the living room, and plopped down on the couch, closing her eyes. She started to try to relax, and stop thinking about the rough day at work she had had. She had seen his car in the driveway, so when she heard him walking up behind her, she didn't even flinch. Nor did she when she felt his hands slide over her shoulders. They had been living together for a little over a year now, but not as a couple, or as lovers. Just as friends who both were looking for a place to live at the same time. 

Their relationship had never gone beyond playful flirting. So she felt completely at ease as his hands started to gently massage her shoulders. She sighed and slouched down a little more on the couch as his hands delivered her to her own little slice of heaven. He started moving up to her neck, rubbing out the kinks and stress of the day. Little moans of approval escaped her lips as he moved around her head to her temples. He then went back to her shoulders, and started to work his way down her back, but was limited by the back of the couch. 

She sensed the problem, and slowly slipped off the couch and on to the floor. She laid flat on her stomach, and rested her head on her arms folded in front of her. He smiled, and walked around the couch. He stood over her, and then lightly sat down right below her jean-clad ass. He then started to really massage her back. Being able to press a little harder now without having to worry about pushing her forward. He started at her shoulders again, and covered the neck once more, and then started to work his hands down her back, working each and every ounce of stress out of her as he went. He started to get a little frustrated with her shirt, as it would bunch up under his fingers. 

So, he slowly un-tucked it and moved his hands under her shirt, making contact with her warm flesh. She must have shared his frustration with the shirt, because she started to pull it up her back, and then lifted herself up a little to get it under the swell of her breasts. She pulled it over her head, and then used it as a pillow to rest her head on, as she laid her arms out to the side. He smiled again at the sight of her bare back, and the back of her lacy bra, which he quickly unhooked to get out of his way. He now had free access to her back, and really let her have the best massage he could give. More soft moans came from her as he continued to kneed her back over and over again, not missing an inch. He got to her lower back, and really leaned into it. 

The lower back is the hardest part of the back to massage, since the muscles are buried so deep. The pressure he provided did the job, and she sighed and moaned some more. After the attack on her lower back, he moved even lower, getting to the muscles along the top of her buttocks. His thumbs slid under the waistband of her jeans and panties to get to the skin. The feeling he got was one he was quite familiar with. He wanted her. Plain and simple. He pretty much always had, but had chosen to suppress it in the name of their friendship. The feeling she was getting was one she wasn't so familiar with. She had certainly had it before, but not to often. 

She felt the wetness start to appear between her legs, and squeezed them together a little trying to stop it. It only enhanced the feeling though, so she quickly gave it up. She was a little confused by this feeling however. He had never made her feel quite like this before. Although he was a very sweet and giving guy, she hadn't even thought about anything like that between them. The thought now brought her to confusion. She didn't know if this was just an innocent massage, or if he had planned this. What if he wanted her to feel this way? Her thoughts came to a halt at the new sensation she was feeling on her back. He was very lightly running his fingers up and down her back. It sent shivers all through her body, and little goose bumps formed all over her. 

She giggles a little bit, and he apologized, and started to run his hands lightly over her back, as if he were smoothing the skin out. He was having fun. He couldn't help but realize how close his hands got to the sides of her breasts as he slid his hand down her sides. Their excitement continued to grow as he kept up with his ministrations. When he finally finished, he leaned down over her, and took a chance he couldn't believe he was taking. He very lightly kissed her right on the back of her neck. She immediately tensed up, as the little hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. It apparently had the effect that he wanted. 

She turned her hear around to look at him with excited eyes. He started to stand up, and as soon as the pressure was off of her, she turned over quickly. The sight completely stopped him. He was staring at the girl he had wanted for so long, and she was topless! She put her hands up to him, and he took them in his own, and helped her stand up. She led him by the hand down the hallway, and into her room. As soon as he closed the door, she pinned him against it. She looked into his eyes, and he just looked right back. He was still to shocked to know what to do. 

She leaned up to him, and pressed her lips to his. The shock was almost too much for him, but he quickly melted into her, and returned the kiss. She leaned back to check his reaction, and he smiled, causing her to do the same. She leaned in again, this time his hands went around her to hold her to him. This kiss was much more passionate. Their lips parted and their tongues started to slowly entangle each other. She reached around him to, and started to lift his shirt up. He leaned up from the door to allow her to lift the shirt higher, and the reluctantly broke the kiss to let her remove it completely. 

They immediately restarted the kiss, and slowly he moved her backwards, until her legs ran into the bed. The kiss broke once more, as she sat down on the bed, and then laid back. He stood over her, admiring the woman he had secretly loved for so long. Her beautiful eyes stared back at him, admiring the way he looked at her, and her body. He considered pinching himself to make sure this wasn't another one of the many dreams he had had, but he didn't. He looked over her once more, pausing to admire her gorgeous, size 36C breasts. They were just amazing. Better than he had ever imagined. Perfect in every way that mattered to him. Her nipples sticking straight up, as if they were calling to him. He answered. He slowly leaned down on her, kissing her again. She was very happy that he had done it.

She was beginning to wonder if he had changed his mind. Her hands went around his back once more, and she ran her hands all over his back, making pretty sure that he wouldn't leave her embrace again. His kisses slowly made their way to her neck, where he lightly ran his lips, and his tongue along the sensitive flesh. She shivered and held him tighter as her excitement grew even more. The wetness she felt between her legs was now unstoppable. His actions just made it worse, but oh so better. He started to slowly slide down until his kissed ran between those two towers of beauty that he longed to have. He lifted his head, and hovered over the right one for a couple seconds, again admiring the sheer beauty of it. 

Finally he slowly leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, and lightly sucked. She moaned loudly, and grabbed the back of his head, holding him in place. He took the hint, and continued to bathe her wanting nipple in more affection than anyone else had ever given it. He lightly ran the tip of his tongue around the nipple, teasing her. It stood up even higher. He went to the other one, and repeated the entire process. After spending what seemed like 10 minutes on her breasts, he finally moved a little lower down her body. He traced the outline of her belly button with the tip of his tongue, as his hands went up to caress the breasts his lips had just left. He slowly brought them down to her jeans. He took hold of the button, and looked up at her as if to ask permission. She simply smiled, and lifter her hips off of the bed a little. 

He took the hint, and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and very slowly slid them over her ample hips, revealing the most beautiful pair of light blue lace panties he had ever seen. When the jeans cleared her hips, he pulled them the rest of the way down, and worked them over each of her feet. After tossing them across the room, he looked up and couldn't help but notice the patch of darker blue fabric between her legs, exposing her excitement to his eyes. 

He simply smiled, and started to kiss his way up her thighs, teasing her as he got closer to her inner thighs, and then went back to the tops of them. He finally answered her prayers, and lightly pressed his lips against the wet fabric between her legs, sending a massive spark of excitement straight through her. Her smell was intoxicating to him, and it made him even more excited than he thought possible. His cock was almost to full length, but still confined in his pants, and it was getting quite uncomfortable. He reached down and adjusted himself, and then reached back up and took hold of the waistband of her panties. He slowly pulled them down as she lifted her hips once more.

The fabric started to reveal a very nicely trimmed V of hair, pointed to the center of her excitement. He slid them the rest of the way off of her legs, and threw them across the room also. He again looked up to see that she had spread her legs slightly, giving him the best view he could ever hope for. He stopped for a moment just to take in the sight, and then stood up again to admire the very beautiful naked woman lying in front of him. He was just smiling when she finally couldn't stand it anymore. She sat up quickly, and went straight for the button on his pants. In an instant, she had them undone, and was pulling them down his legs. 

She looked up to see the outline of his cock in his underwear. It was sticking straight up, and the tip was peaking out of the top of them. She smiled and started to lightly rub it through the fabric with her palm. He moaned and his head fell back. She continued to rub his member and it started to get longer and harder right before her eyes. It amazed her, and she couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed the waist of his underwear, and yanked them down. He cock sprang down right in front of her face. She quietly gasped as she looked at the throbbing piece of man in front of her. She had had plenty of other lovers, but none had ever let her simply look and admire. They were always too worried about their own pleasure. 

Using her simply as a way to achieve their orgasms. She loved the way it looked, and took it in to her hand, and gently squeezed. Again he moaned his approval, and she smiled knowing that she was providing the pleasure to him, as well as herself. She started to lightly stroke his cock as he looked down in amazement. He didn't want it to ever end, but he also wanted to provide her with his own dose of pleasure. He put his hands on her shoulders, and lightly pushed her back down to the bed. He laid on top of her, and kissed her once again. He then slid quickly down her body, and kneeled between her spread legs. He glared once again at the beautiful flower in front of him. He moved closer to it, and lightly blew a stream of air up and down. She shook a little, and moved herself a little closer to him. 

Her scent now filled his nostrils, and it made him drowsy with desire. He leaned in, and lightly licked her delicate flower from the bottom to the top. A loud moan escaped her lips as he did this. He liked the reaction, and used his tongue to part the precious petals. He licked again from the bottom to the top, but this time he stopped at the top, and lightly flicked his tongue over the very sensitive bud. She shook with excitement, and closed her legs, surrounding his head with her thighs, and in effect, pulling him closer into her. He reached up, and started to caress her breasts once again, while his tongue ran all over her juicy center. His started to let his tongue enter her slightly. The new sensation pushed her over the edge, and she came right then. 

She practically suffocated him between her thighs, and her legs closed tightly to prolong the feeling. As her orgasm subsided, the grip on his head also subsided, and he continued to lick her, getting as much of her juices as he could. She reached down and grabbed the side of his head, and started to pull him up. He complied and paused once again to provide her breasts with ample amounts of love. She pulled him up even more, and the leaned up to kiss him with more passion than she had ever kissed anyone with. He melted into her embrace, and laid on top of her once more. 

His cock was rock hard, and pressing against the side of her leg. She spread her legs even more, and reached down under him, and took it into her hand. She started to lightly stroke it again, but quickly realized that he didn't need any help. She pulled him closer to her, and aimed him in the right direction. As the moisture and heat engulfed the head of his cock, he almost lost control. The feeling was just too overwhelming. She removed her hand, and wrapped her hands around his back. He stated to slowly enter her, feeling every single movement he made. 

She was very hot inside, and the sensation was simply amazing. When he hit bottom, he held himself there for quite awhile. She simply kept a hold of him, and drank in the feelings coming from the center of her passion. Finally, he started to withdraw himself, again, quite slowly. He kept going until just the tip was still inside, and then moved back in. This time faster, but still not too fast. When he hit bottom again, she let out a gasp of pleasure, and wrapped her legs around his waist. This provided him a better angle, and he again worked his way out of her, and then back in, this time he found a nice rhythm. In and out, in and out, at a nice pace. 

Not too fast, not too slow, just simply perfect. It didn't take long for her to lose it once again. She screamed as her second orgasm overtook her. She tightened her grip with both her arms and legs, and held him to him her, not allowing him to move. He didn't mind one bit. Just knowing that he had provided her with this orgasm was enough to make him the happiest man on earth. And he couldn't wait to continue that pleasure giving. As her orgasm wound down, she was well aware that he hadn't come yet, and that she was in for more. The fact couldn't have made her happier. She had hardly ever reached orgasm during sex, and had never reached it twice. She was elated with her introduction into the club of multi-orgasmic women. Her legs slid off of his back, and she raised her knees, putting her feet flat on the bed on either side of him. 

He pushed himself up, and moved to a kneeling position, sliding his knees under her thighs. Her held onto her waist, and started to move in and out of her once again. The new position provided a much better angle, and he could move deeper into her. It simply blew her mind how deep he was getting. The feelings he was providing were more than she knew possible. He let go of her waist and moved his hands to her breasts once again. He held them, lightly tweaking the nipples as he continued to stroke in and out of her. He couldn't believe he had lasted this long, but he didn't mind one bit. The amazement of it all must be the reason. 

He simply couldn't believe that he was making love to the woman of his dreams. She moved her legs up until her ankles were resting on his shoulders. He once again held on to her hips supporting her in the new position she had chosen. It was almost too much. He looked down, and could see his glistening cock sliding in and out of her. And he couldn't believe how deep he was going. He couldn't help himself. He started moving faster and faster. She started screaming from the feeling of his depth and speed. He finally lost all control and exploded inside of her. The feeling of his cum being released inside of her set her off for her third orgasm. Loud screams came from her, as he slammed himself inside her once more. 

After both orgasms had ended, he collapsed on top her. She wrapped her arms around him once more, and simply held him, as their breathing finally got under control. She could feel him getting soft inside of her, and almost giggled at the feeling. He finally withdrew from inside her, and rolled over to her side. She turned on her side, facing him. They kissed lightly once more, and the first words of the evening were finally spoken. He looked into her eyes, lightly ran his fingers through her flowing blonde hair, and spoke.

"Welcome home."



Welcome Home



I'm looking at your picture, and it is making me hot. Waiting here at the airport for your plane to arrive is getting the best of me. It has been two long months since you've been home. When you called last week and told me your job overseas was finally done, and you were coming home, I couldn't have been happier. I have been thinking about you every night. I have really missed you. Mmmm the thought of us fucking when we get home is starting to make my pussy wet for you right now.

They have just announced the landing of your plane. My heart is beating faster as I stand in the terminal waiting for my first glimpse of you. As I was getting dressed this morning, I made sure I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt just as you ordered. I know how much that turns you on. I put on my black skirt, and red shirt. I know this is your favorite outfit. Oh my God, there you are! You don't see me yet. I am just standing here. My feet seem to be frozen. Why can't I move? I feel like a schoolgirl again. You see me! You're smiling at me. "Lisa, you look beautiful" Karl said as he put his arms around her for a big hug. "Thanks, you don't look half bad yourself" Lisa answers. 

They collect his luggage and go to the taxi that is parked outside. As Lisa is getting into the taxi, a small breeze lifts up the bottom of her skirt, revealing part of her bare ass to Karl. He instantly knows what she has on her mind. Knowing she has no panties on under her skirt makes Karl's cock start to get hard. "What a good woman I have" he thought. He gets in the taxi and sits close to Lisa. They make small talk at first. Karl tells her about his flight, and she tells him about work. As they are talking, Lisa slides her hand across Karl's lap and finds his already harden tool. Smiling at him, she decides that she wants to play what they call "highway games." They haven't had a sexual experience while driving on the highway in months. 

She starts to unzip his trousers. Karl glances up to the taxi driver and notices that he isn't paying attention to what they are doing. Lisa puts her hand into Karl's trousers and down his boxers. She wraps her hand around his large member, and starts stroking it softly. Karl decides that he needs to have his cock free so she can give him a good want. He pulls his prick free from his boxers. 

"Oh baby, I love stroking your cock." Lisa whispers in Karl's ear. "Almost as much as I love sucking it" she includes. Their eyes meet, and Lisa gives him her "I want to fuck you look" that he has seen so many times before. This time was different though. He knew that it would be difficult waiting until they got home, since he had been overseas for two months. Looking down watching Lisa sliding her hand up and down his prick made him stiff as a board. He ran his hand up Lisa's smooth thigh and could already feel the warmth of her pussy. He moved his hand further up until he found the treasure he had been searching for. Karl cupped Lisa's hot mound with his hand. Lisa shifted herself in the seat so Karl could get a better feel. God, he had waited two months to be this close to the pussy he loves. This was HIS pussy and she knew it.

He places his middle finger in the slit between her legs. He wasn't surprised to find that Lisa was already wet. In fact, she was dripping wet. Rubbing her clit in a circular motion always did the trick. Karl could feel Lisa gripping his cock just a little tighter, and she was stroking him just a little faster. This told Karl that she was about to cum. He leaned closer to Lisa and whispered "cum for me, I want to feel how much you have missed me." Lisa leaned her body against Karl, rested her head against his chest. He continued rubbing her clit. Lisa closed her eyes and placed her face into his chest to drown out the moans of her climax. Breathing harder and faster, her body shivered as she reached orgasm. Karl could hear the muffled moans. He loved it when she came. Listening to her cum made him so horny. It would be hard not to shoot his wad right then. "Oh Karl, Oh God" Lisa cried out against him. He could feel her body tense up with every ripple of this orgasm. Making her cum again would be easy. Suddenly talking two fingers and sliding them deep inside her made her moan loud enough to get the taxi drivers attention. Karl just smiled at him. The driver winked at him as to say "Way to go"

Karl turned his attention back to Lisa. He was finger fucking her with no mercy. He wanted to make sure that she would continue to cum, until she begged for him to stop. The second and third orgasms came close together. Lisa, out of breath, finally asked him to stop. Karl replied "I will stop for now my love, only if you suck my cock" Lisa looked at Karl questioningly. "This is what I've been thinking of during my flight home," he said smiling. Lisa gave him a devilish smile, "With pleasure sir." Lisa whispered. She had continued stroking his cock while he was fucking her with his fingers. Never missing a beat. She leaned down and ran her tongue over his cock. Then before he knew it, she opened her mouth, and had his entire cock inside. God he loved her. He knew this almost from the start of the relationship. They have been together for two years now.

He was glad he met such a wonderful woman. His family had been skeptical of them being together since she was so much older than he was. But, he had been turned on from the idea of being with an older woman. He was glad he hadn't listened to his family. How many women would be willing to suck him off while in the back of a taxi? He knew sex wasn't the only reason he loved her, but it sure was at the top of his list.

Lisa's mouth ran up and down his hard cock. He knew she loved his extremely large prick. She was moaning as she moved her mouth over his cock. Mmmm. He could feel the vibrations of her moans run through him. "Faster" Karl whispers. Lisa starts sucking faster. She uses her hand to stroke him as she keeps devouring his cock. Up and down, faster and faster, deeper and deeper with every stroke her mouth gave. He could feel himself loosing control. He came with a vengeance. His cum shooting out hard filled Lisa's mouth up in a matter of seconds. Some of his cum was now dripping out from her mouth. Normally she wouldn't let him cum in her mouth, she preferred it on her. But, being so turned on by this sexual adventure Lisa took every drop of Karl's cum and when her mouth had it all she swallowed. Karl thought that was the hottest thing she had ever done, and she has done some pretty hot things for him before.

Feeling drained, Lisa sat up and pulled her skirt down. Karl had been rubbing her ass the whole time she was giving him the best blow job of his life. Karl took this time to get dressed himself. looking out the window, he noticed that the taxi was pulling up in front of their house. "Talk about perfect timing" he said. Lisa looked up and smiled. "Yes, it was" she thought.



Welcome Home



I've been dropping little hints about it all week. If I ever get my ass to the store for a much needed little something, it promises to be exciting. I mentioned duct tape, but you suggested velvet rope. Either would do. But when we finally get home, I'm going to start with the blindfold. I'm going to lead you into the bedroom, I'm going to tie it tight around your head and make sure you can't see a thing. I'm going to unbutton your pants and slowly slide them to the floor and help you step out of them, along with your socks and underwear. You are standing there in only your shirt and bra, blindfolded. I am kneeling in front of you, lightly running my fingers up and down your legs. I slide my hands up under your shirt and carefully lift it over your head. I can feel your skin getting warmer. I stand behind you and unhook your bra, and very slowly I push the straps off your shoulders. 

You are now completely naked as I lead you to the bed. I have you lay in the very center, and I take your hands and bind them together above your head. Then I run binding from the legs of the bed to hold your wrists down. I bind your feet similarly, but separate, so that your legs are conveniently apart. Then I go into the other room for the props I've collected the past week. I have a large, soft feather, which I lightly run all over your skin, down your arms, across your face, over your breasts and stomach, down each leg. 

You are getting more and more aroused, frustrated. I move on to the peaches. I open the small can of peaches and remove one slice. I run it past your lips, smearing them with the syrup. I put one end in my mouth and move close to you, and you take the other end in your mouth, and we eat the slice together, and our lips meet at the end. I take another slice to your breast, allowing the syrup to drip onto your nipple. You are breathing heavier. I rub the peach all over your tit, then I clean off the sweet liquid with my tongue. I take another slice, balance it on your other breast, and slowly eat it off your flesh, my teeth grazing your nipple. I pour the last of the liquid in the can over your stomach and legs, and I rub it in like lotion. You're a little squirmy at my touch, you are almost begging me to pay more attention to a certain area. 

Not just yet, I tell you. I am lapping at your stomach and legs while massaging your breast aimlessly. You are moaning, it is encouraging. I set the empty can down and pick up a glass of ice cubes. I take a cube and without warning apply it to your breasts, and the sudden chill makes you jump. You gasp as I run it all over your body, and it melts quickly. I dip my hand in the nearby bowl of warm water and run that everywhere the ice cube touched. You are shuddering with shock and pleasure. I position myself between your legs and breathe hotly on your already sopping wet pussy. You exclaim in anticipation. I hover a cube over and around your swelling clit, lightly at first, then soon I am assaulting it with the ice. It melts and drips down to mix with your own juices. I run the ice all over your pussy, and you thrust your pelvis despite your bindings. 

I push the remainder of the ice inside you and it melts almost instantly. I dip my fingers in the warm water and slowly insert one into you. You gasp and moan my name. I ask you if you like it, and you say yes, I ask you if you want more and you say yes. I remove my finger and take another ice cube as before, chilling your flaming flesh once again. I return my hand to the water, then insert a warmed finger into you, and then another. I am finger fucking you slowly, rhythmically, and you are gyrating your hips with my movements. I turn my hand so that my thumb can work on your clit. I feel the walls of your pussy contract around my fingers, and I hear you utter something happily unintelligible. 

I crawl up beside you and suck on your lips while my fingers continue to push in and out of you. You want to touch me, but your restraints are holding securely. I lick your body all the way back down, and I pick up our newest toy. It is the life sized, life like rubbery kind. I rub the tip of it over your soaked opening, over your sensitive clit, and you still don't realize what it is. Then I slowly push the head of it into you. I move just the head in and out of you, and you plead with me to fuck you fully with it. I rub your clit with my left thumb while my right hand manipulates the dildo. I hear you cum again, you say you can't stand it, that it's too good. 

Slowly I begin to insert it all the way in, and I thrust it briskly. You are moaning so loud, and I look up at your face, your lips parted, your eyes covered. Your chest is heaving, and you are beginning to sweat a little. And as I look at you like this and listen to you enjoy it so much, I smile at how sexy the whole scene is. You ask me to stop or at least to slow, you are too exhausted to take much more, you say. In response, I prop myself up on my knees between your legs and hold the dildo to my pelvis as if it is my own flesh, and I use my hips to move the dildo in and out of you. I bend down and suck on one of your nipples while I thrust into you. You are crying out over and over in sexual bliss. I fuck you harder, I love to hear you scream. 

You are trembling all over as I finally slow. I withdraw the dildo, it makes a slight squishing sound. I wipe your juices off it onto your breast and then lick them clean. You are quiet now, trying vainly to catch your breath. I kiss you gently and ask how it was. You tell me to untie you and I do. You remove the blindfold, your entire face flush. You tell me to turn away from you, and you place the blindfold over my eyes. You insist on returning the favor, and I gratefully do not object at all.



Welcome Home



Hi My Love,

You know I have never stopped loving you. You've always been the only one who holds my heart. Never, ever was there a day go by that I didn't think of you. When they say that everyone has one true love, Babe, you're mine. My soulmate, my best friend, my everything. You complete me. 

As I close my eyes, I imagine when you finally come to be with me for always:

Since I have sent you the key and you know the address to our home, you come cloaked in the darkness of night, unannounced. I am asleep in bed, wearing only a button up shirt and a mist of the fragrance that makes your hunger for me stir. You slip the key quietly into the lock, grinning with anticipation of what lies just beyond the door. You shut the door slowly... as to not make a sound. You stand in the entry of our home and allow your eyes to adjust to the darkness that envelopes you. As your eyes adjust, you make your way through the house... peeking into the different rooms as you pass, smiling, knowing that there won't be a one that we don't break in properly...!

Ahh... you peek in the first room and find our Chris there... fast asleep. You let your hand softly touch his head assuring yourself that you are home and not just dreaming. You tiptoe out of his room and peek into the next doorway to find your little buddy, Mike, snuggled down and out for the night. You slip over and kiss his forehead and smile knowing how excited he will be to see you in the morning. And now... for the night to begin... 

The next doorway you come to... ahhh... you've found your prey. Curled up with the bear you bought for me... I am sleeping... unaware of what's about to happen. You ease yourself free from your clothes... watching me the whole time... smiling... your need growing. The few nights we spent together have created such a hunger since we've been apart and you know... that you are about to feed that ravenous ache that pulls at your very core. You gently pull the covers back from my still body and find me... conveniently lying on my back. You lace the ropes you brought with you around the feet of the bed and quickly loop them up and around my ankles... and you smile as I start to stir. You hurry and restrain my wrists above my head in the same fashion. 

You smile down into my smoldering green eyes as they open... startled and still half-asleep. You crush your mouth to mine in a brutal claiming kiss... your tongue plunging into the depths of my mouth... teasing me. After biting my bottom lip a little and flashing me that mischievous grin of yours... you slide down and start to kiss my neck... you feel me arching from my restraints... and you hear me moaning a little and you laugh. You bite down on my neck and hear me scream a little... then you proceed to mark my flesh as yours... finally... you've come to claim what has been yours for so long and you want everyone to see the passion marks as you create your own "collar" for me that cannot be taken off or hidden. The fact that I'm pulling against my restraints just excites you even more... and you proceed down to first my right nipple, which is already achingly erect and you tease and taunt me with your tongue... lapping lazy wet circles around it and flicking back forth with your talented tongue... then you suck the nipple in with one quick move and you bite down and smile at the whimper that escapes my lips... then you proceed to the left nipple to act out the same ritual of torture on my aching and hungry body. 

Then your mouth traces a trail of wet kisses down my stomach and you find your intended place... you lace your arms under my knees and wrap your hands around my thighs... I'm struggling and squirming and you laugh... knowing that I have no outlet of escape. You languidly part the lips of my cunt with your tongue... searching out the nodule of flesh that you've been craving... flicking your tongue teasing across my clit... you illicit a whimper from me that makes your cock grow rock hard. Your thumb goes up to play with my clit and you start tongue-fucking me... sliding deep up in me teasing me with your tongue bar... as my hips start to grind and my thighs start to tighten down... you smile as you know the sweetness that is about to explode into your mouth. 

You increase your speed and I'm begging you... telling you "MMMMMM... Ohhhh... plleeeeeasse... I'm going to cummmm...!!" and you smile and whisper... "Cum baby, cum in my mouth" and with that you slide your finger inside me with your tongue and you pump my pussy... hungry for the taste of me... and you feel me instantly start to quiver and tighten... screaming out your name... and you pull your finger out of me so that your tongue can catch the flood... "MMMM... OHHHHH... AAhhhhhh... YESSSSSSS... OHHHHH... TOMMY!!" and with that you feel a rush and taste the salty~sweetness flow into your mouth. You smile up at me... splayed out and spent... and let out a small groan... because your cock is now rock hard and you know exactly how to satisfy it's demands... You crawl up over me... nipping your way as you go... and you straddle my face... you trace your erect cock over my lips and you feel them part immediately as they open and I hungrily suck your cock deep in mouth... 

You groan and look down into the lust mirrored in my eyes... and you know that there's no going easy and slow at this point... You feel me sucking your cock... my tongue caressing the underneath side of your shaft... and you lift up on your knees and start to fuck my mouth... you hear me moaning and you shove your cock deep into my throat and pump my mouth grinding down and gripping the head board you shoot your cum deep into my throat and as I swallow you... you smile down at me... knowing that we are only half done. As you slide your cock from my hot, wet mouth... I lick the last few drops of your cum from the tip... MMMMM... and you go down again to tease me with your tongue and sliding your finger deep inside... you find me wet and immediately feel my hips start to pump against you... and you know exactly what I need but you want to hear me say it... 

"Tell me, babe, what is it your pussy wants??? Hmmmm... what does it crave?" and I moan out... "MMhmmmmm... I need your cock deep inside me... fuck me... FUCK ME PLEASE!!" With that you slide up on top of me and shove your hard, throbbing cock deep in my hot, wet, tight pussy... MMMMMMMM... AHHHH... and you start slow... relishing the feeling you've been dreaming about for weeks... and as I moan and whimper your need increases... and you start to fuck me faster... and I cry out... "HARDER... MMMMM... HARDER... "at this point you are slamming your cock deep inside of me thrusting into me with all your strength... and you feel the walls of my pussy tighten down on the shaft of your cock incredulously and you feel the flood of my cum start to drench your cock as my body quivers underneath you and my head thrashes from side to side... I scream out... "OHHHH... MMMMM... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... YES... YES... YES... TOMMY!!"

And you groan now, it's your turn... thrusting in and out of me at such a speed... you fill me with your cum... pounding my cunt... claiming all of me... taking me for always... you groan and collapse ontop of me... 

We kiss each other tenderly and you release me from my ties... I roll over, totally spent... and fall asleep cradled in your arms with my head upon your chest... and you smile... as I whisper... "Welcome home, babe, I've missed you... " and you know I'm out. Running your fingers through my hair and feeling my body curled up to yours... you know... you are finally home. 



Welcome Home



I've never been able to let myself go enough to describe the things that have been done to me or the things that I want done to me. I've always thought that "good girls" didn't talk like that or do those things, but hell, I've never really been a good girl, so I thought that for your viewing pleasure I would let myself go and see what you thought. Here goes my love, I'm going to tell you a story and see how you like it, perhaps give you an idea of what I want maybe...

She came home from work that day, thinking it would be a typical day. She would come in and he would be home from work, probably fixing dinner or in the shower. Their lives were comfortable to say the least and they were both very happy. And the sex, god the sex was fantastic to say the least. She thoroughly enjoyed the way he made love to her. He knew that she had once been bi and he was the only man she knew that could eat pussy like a woman, just thinking about it made her hot. Shaking her head a bit she opened the door and stepped in, calling out to him.

"Honey, I'm ho..."

She stood there and blinked a couple of times trying to absorb what she was seeing. He stood there naked dangling a pair of handcuffs from his fingertips, a roll of rope at his feet and a feather in his other hand. "Hello my love" he said softly. "How was your day?" She simply stood there and gaped at him. "It, uh, it was fine." He smiled at her. "Good, glad to hear it." 

With that said he moved toward her and proceeded to kiss her deeply, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She reached out to wrap her arms around him and he caught them, holding them firmly at her sides while his mouth ravaged hers, he sucked her tongue into his mouth, running his tongue over hers over and over, delving into her hot mouth with it until her knees were weak. When she was dizzy with his kisses he stepped back and looked at her, enjoying the glazed look in her eyes. He reached out and caught a handful of her hair and pulled her head back gently. Looking into her eyes he smiled "You are about to be fucked, thoroughly fucked." He let her go and moved toward the bedroom, obviously expecting her to follow him. She did in a daze, she had never seen him like this and she had to admit, she liked it.

Once inside the bedroom, he moved her to the bed and pushed her down onto it. Silently he proceeded to strip her naked, spreading her out on the bed this way and that, leaning down to suck her big nipples into his mouth, feeling her writhe beneath him. He reached out and cupped both of her breasts in his hands, sucking up both of her nipples, loving the little moans that came from the back of her throat as she arched up against him, wanting more. He chuckled softly and backed away from her. Slowly he slid off the bed and picked up the rope he had brought with him. Looking at her he grinned "Now the fun begins."

She watched as he wrapped the rope around the legs of the bed, making sure there was enough slack at the top and bottom to do more with it. He then picked up the handcuffs and snapped them around her wrists. A thrill of fear shot through her, he knew how she felt about being tied up, but his smile of reassurance soothed her and she lie there docilely. With this done, he threaded the rope through the cuffs and pulled her arms up above her head. He then tightened the rope so that she could do nothing more than move her arms slightly side to side and wiggle her fingers. "Not too tight? Are you comfy my love?" She nodded, still silent. He smiled down at her. "Good." He ran his fingertips lightly over her skin, raising goose bumps all over her flesh. The sight of her nipples puckering up made him grin. He leaned down and licked them slowly before sucking one deeply, taking it as far into his mouth as he could. She groaned with pleasure, arching her back a bit as his tongue slid over her nipple again and again without breaking the suction. He smoothed one hand down her stomach, tickling her belly button before sliding it down over her hip. Her eyes were narrowed with pleasure as she watched him, god it felt so good. He stopped and looked at her. "There is so much more I'm going to do to you, I'm not going to stop until the bed is soaked with your come and all you can do is lay there and moan." His soft voice sent shivers through her whole body. 

He stood up and her eyes slid over his body. His cock was hard, straining out from his body as if it could smell hers, she watched as a drop of precome seeped from the tip of it and she licked her lips, her eyes hot with desire. He watched her and chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh no you don't, you aren't going to touch me until I say so." With that said he moved to her feet and pulled one to the corner of the bed, looping the rope around it and pulling it taunt so she could do nothing but wiggle her toes. He moved to the other side and did the same with the other foot. Then he stepped back and just looked at her. His eyes were full of delight at the picture she presented. Her breasts were lifted from her arms being pulled so taunt above her head, her stomach quivered and her pussy glinted with wetness. 

He moved back and studied her intently. A slow grin spread across his face as he turned and went to the closet. She watched him closely. When he turned around her eyes widened. He held a video camera in his hands. He walked back to her side and sat down on the bed. He reached out and touched her hair softly. "Baby, don't be afraid, I won't do anything you don't want me to do and I'll stop any time you say so, you know that." With that said he reached under the bed and pulled out a scarf. Slowly so that at any time she could say no, he tied it around her head and gagged her with it. "Okay, say something." She looked up at him and grinned through the gag. "I love you." It was muffled but he could understand it. He nodded. "Good." With that he moved away from the bed and proceeded to set up the camera. When he had it just where he wanted it he came back to the bed and proceeded to crawl up her body, licking his way from her ankle up to her hip.

She didn't move, closing her eyes she simply enjoyed the feel of his tongue on her skin. When he reached her hip, he kissed his way across the bottom of her stomach, going lower and lower with each pass until his lips hovered over her pussy. With gentle fingers he spread her lips and simply looked at her. Her clit was pushed out, pulsating slightly as if begging him to taste it, she arched her hips and he soothed her down, still looking his fill. He glanced up at her and met her hooded gaze. "You are so beautiful." He crooned. "I am going to lick and suck on you, I'm going to taste your pussy, and suck up every drop of come you have until you can't move."

At his words she groaned, her eyes darkening with desire. "And while I'm doing it I'm going to play with myself, do you hear me? I'm going to stroke my cock until I almost come, I'm going to hold back though... want to know why?" She nodded. "Because when I do come, I'm going to climb up there and come all over your tits, I'm going to beat off until my come splatters all over those big titties of yours. Do you like that?" She moaned and nodded. "Good."

He then dropped his head to her waiting pussy and began to slowly run his tongue up both sides of it and over it, avoiding the clit that all but begged for his touch. He kept her spread open so that nothing hindered his explorations. The sound of her breathing getting ragged turned him on and he let go of one side of her so that he could take his throbbing cock in one hand. He turned a bit so that she could see exactly what he was doing as he slowly began to pump his hand up and down, matching the rhythm to that of his tongue. She wiggled her hips around on the bed, pleading with him without making a sound. When he thought she couldn't handle it anymore he took her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue straight up the center of it. The jolt of pleasure that he gave her brought her hips up off the bed, making her back arch. Her cry of pleasure was almost his undoing and he had to let go of his cock. He turned and lay flat on the bed, not releasing her clit and began to lick her in earnest. He loved the way she smelled, the way her clit got bigger in his mouth as he suckled it and licked it, his tongue swirling around it and over it again and again. He grabbed her hips and held her tighter so that she couldn't wiggle away like she always tried to. He chuckled silently as she tried to fight him, but he knew that she didn't really want to get away, this was just her way of fighting her orgasm and he loved it. He delved deeper into her wet pussy, letting his tongue slide inside of her, tasting her wetness. He probed into her and searched her insides, tasting all parts of her, wanting to get as far into her as he could. She tasted so good to him and he buried his face deeper into her. 

She couldn't stifle her cries anymore and her eyes slid shut as his tongue probed her. She writhed all over the bed as far as her bonds would let her. "Oh god oh god" she moaned through the gag. When he focused his attention on her clit again it was all she could do not to come, she wouldn't and she told him so. His chuckle against her clit made her bite her tongue to keep from screaming. The pleasure he was giving her was intense. His head moved side to side as he sucked first lightly then hard on her clit. He paused for a moment and looked up at her. The sight of her wetness glistening on his face made her shudder. "It's no use fighting my love, I won't stop until I'm satisfied you're satisfied." With that said he delved back into her.

She couldn't fight it anymore as he found that sweet spot on her clit and began to flick his tongue rapidly over it. He looked up the length of her body and watched with delight as her nipples puckered and her eyes rolled up in her head. Her entire body grew taunt and her screams of release were barely muffled behind the gag as she came. His tongue slid down from her clit to the opening of her pussy as she came and he licked it up, delving deep inside of her to get it all. He could feel her spasms around his tongue and he had to take a deep breath to keep from coming all over the bed. When her shudders had stopped he pulled back and looked at her. Her body was glowing with pleasure, her eyes were only half open and the look of sated pleasure in her eyes made him smile. He slid up the length of her body and lay beside her, gently stroking her skin, running his fingertips over her breasts and down her ribs.

"I love the way you look after you come my love, so sated, so happy. But I'm not done yet." With that he moved over her, laying the length of his body against hers so that they were lying face to face. He wiggled his hips slightly and the head of his cock nudged her opening. He could feel how wet she was and he knew how tight she was going to be once he got all the way inside of her. He had to rest his forehead against her shoulder and grind his teeth to keep from coming as he slid ever so slowly into her. Once he was fully buried in her hot, wet, pulsating body they both let out a sigh of pure pleasure and he fought not to come. He looked down at her and saw the knowledge of what she did to him in her eyes and the delight. "I love you," he whispered as he slid out of her a little bit, the plunging back into her. 

"I want to hear you, my love, I want to hear how good it feels to you as I fuck you." His words made her moan and the feel of his hard cock inside her made her moan louder. He hooked his arms under hers and held tight to her shoulders as he slid in and out of her slowly, agonizingly slow. Her breathing became shallow and he could feel her body tensing around his cock. Her cries of ecstasy were nearly his undoing as he ground into her hot wetness. God he was so close to coming. He paused for a moment and her mew of disappointment urged him on. He pulled all the way out of her and thrust deeply back into her. Her hands clenched into fists as he mercilessly pounded into her body. Her cries were coming faster and she pushed the gag out of her mouth.

"Fuck me god yes baby oh Jesus fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!"She screamed. He arched back and bit his lip to keep from coming, the muscles in his neck standing out as he fought the urge with all he had. Not until she came again, not until then he told himself over and over as he plunged into her body, reveling in how tight she was and how wet. God it felt so good, it was almost painful. Suddenly he felt her body contract around his cock and begin to pulsate as her orgasm washed over her. Christ he could feel her coming all over his hard cock! He couldn't hold back anymore and he buried himself all the way inside of her throbbing pussy as his own release came to him and he poured his seed in her. She clenched her internal muscles around him tighter. "I can feel you coming." She cried and came again all over him. 

When it was all said and done he rested against her, his face buried in her neck, both of them breathing heavily. With a slightly shaking hand he reached up and unlocked her hands, releasing them from both the cuffs and the rope. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, winding her legs around him she whispered "Body hug" and kissed his cheek and his neck. He pulled back a little and kissed her gently. "I love you boo." She smiled up into his eyes. "I love you too baby."

He pulled out and lay beside her, pulling her body close to his, wrapping her up in his arms and holding her as close as he could. They drifted off to sleep wrapped up in each other...



Welcome Home



I had been thinking about you all day. I wanted to surprise you when you got home from college classes. I slip into my black tank top with no bra underneath a pair of thigh highs and a short skirt and no panties. I meet you at the door, smiling at you, my eyes sparkling with mischief. "Welcome home my sweet baby." I say with a chuckle. You look at me with a raised eyebrow." What are you up to?" you ask. I just chuckle softly and take you by your hand leading you to the bedroom. "I have a surprise for you my love." 

I lead you over to the bed and playfully push you down before turning to put some music on. I slowly start to sway to the music. I move my hips in perfect rhythm to the beat as I walk over to you. I slowly tease you as I straddle your lap. I seductively lift my shirt up as I dance in front of you. Your hands move to my breasts. I take them in my hands and put them back down to your side. "Nope my sweet Nicky, no touching, yet…" 

I slip off my shirt as I move sensually to the music, still straddling your lap. "You like lap dances, right?" I say laughing softly. I teasingly guide one of my breasts to your sweet lips, letting my hard nipple graze your lips slightly before stepping back. I unbutton and unzip my skirt; slipping it over my hips and letting it fall to the floor. Leaving me swaying softly to the music in nothing but my thigh highs in front of you. I move back to straddle your lap, grinding down on you, you feel the heat of my excitement through your jeans. I can feel your cock growing hard as I pull your lips to my breasts. You move your hands to my thighs and slip on the thigh highs down sliding it off my leg…then move to the other before letting your hands move back up to grip my ass. 

I slip off your shirt and kiss you deeply. You stand slipping off your jeans and boxers. Your hand moves lightly over my skin, moving up my back as you kiss me passionately. Your fingers tangle in my hair gently but firmly pulling it over to one side revealing my neck. Your lips gently caressing me with hot sweet wet kisses. I feel your teeth gently sink into my skin as you nibble lightly before releasing my hair. 

I drop to my knees in front of you, taking your cock in one hand, stroking it gently as my other hand moves to graze your balls lightly with my long fingernails. I slowly suck you into my hot wet mouth. My tongue swirls around your hard cock as I push my lips tightly over your shaft. Your hard cock delves into my tight throat as you reach to grip my hair again, pulling me towards you as you thrust deeper into my contracting throat. I meet your long even thrusts taking you deeper into my throat, the gentle tugs on my hair turning me on so much. My saliva coats your hard cock as I continue to suck harder and a little faster. 

You release your grip on my hair as my hands move up your body. I push you back onto the bed playfully. I slowly move up between your legs until I feel your cock pulsing against the tender skin of my breasts. I press my breasts tightly around your slick cock and begin to stroke your cock. Feeling your pulsing excitement as you glide between my breasts as your soft moans fill the room. You reach down and let your fingers glide across my clit before exploring my tight wet pussy with them. My moans grow louder with the feel of your touch. I press my breasts even tighter around you as you thrust between them. My body quivers with pleasure as you rub my clit in small gentle circles. Our bodies tense as we both build to a slow intense climax. We both cum hard. My sticky sweetness drenching your fingers as your thick hot cum coats my breasts. I move my mouth to your cock catching your cum on my tongue. God I love the way you taste. I wrap my lips tightly around you, milking every last drop of your salty sweet cum, swallowing every last drop. I snuggle up close to you. "I love you Nicky. I think we need to snuggle a bit so we can rest up…because I'm just getting started" I say laughing. I nuzzle your neck kissing you gently as we lay in each other's arms. Our hands caressing one another gently. 

As you lay beside me your fingers glide down my chest. Slick with your cum, you circle your fingertip around my hard nipple. Your eyes sparkle as you watch me cup my breasts. Leaning over as I lift my breasts slightly I run my tongue around my hard nipple tasting your salty sweet cum. "God I love the way you taste Nicky." I grin at you seductively. You're cock hardens as you watch me licking your sticky sweetness off my breasts. "What do you want my baby cakes." You ask with a devilish grin. I guide your hand to my hot wet pussy, feeling your fingers enter me. A soft moan escapes as I breathlessly answer, "I want you to fuck me hard Nick." Your eyes fall on mine igniting passionate sparks. "I do believe I owe you a trip to the shower don't I?" you ask as you pull me to you kissing me deeply. A grin plays across my lips. "You know exactly what I want, You always do." I reply slyly. 

You lead me into the shower. After getting the water the right temp you turn and pull me against you. Your soft lips covering mine in a deep sensual kiss as your hands cup my ass lifting me up. I wrap my arms and legs around you as we step into the shower. The hot steamy water rushes over our bodies. Your hard thick cock pulses between us as I reach down guiding you to me as you lean in pinning me to the wall and filling me with one deep hard thrust. Your kisses move to my neck as I push my back against the wall trying to meet your thrusts. Your fingertips press into my skin as you grip me tighter spreading my cheeks apart slightly as you drive your hard thick shaft deep inside me as you pull me towards you. I can feel your hot breath as you moan softly kissing and nibbling on my neck. Your thrusts grow harder as we both get lost in the passion of our lovemaking. "I want you deeper and harder Nicky." I whisper in your ear. You grin at me. 'You certainly are in a wild mood." You say laughing softly. "You have no idea," I say grinning back. "I've thought about you non stop all day." 

You step out of the shower; my arms and legs still wrapped tight around you, as you carry me to the bed. I turn and get on all fours as you lay me down. I feel the warmth of your hands as you run them over my cheeks, letting them massage their way up my arched back before moving to my breasts. I reach back and guide your cock to my tight hot pussy as your hands cup my breasts, pulling me back into you. My cries of ecstasy spill out into the room as you drive your cock deep inside me with long even powerful strokes. Your hands move to my hips. Your hips crash into me with each hard thrust as you pull me back into you. Your balls slap against my glistening sticky slit. You lean down kissing and nibbling on my neck as I grip the sheets pushing back into you. Each thrust sends tingles radiating through me as I build to an intense climax. My pussy gripping you're cock like a vice with each rolling wave of pleasure. I feel your body tense as I feel your hot thick cum exploding deep inside me, mixing with mine as it flows over your cock. We both collapse on the bed completely exhausted and satisfied. Both of us quiver with total satisfaction as we cling to one another in a passionate embrace.



Welcome Home



I sit in the chair waiting for you to come home from work. The room is warm, lit by the glow from the log fire, I sit half asleep, wearing the white lace undies you like so much, under a red silk gown. 

I am eager for you to return... then I hear your key in the door. I stir, smiling to myself. You enter the room looking tired after a hard day at work. You smile at me as I hold my arms out to you. You walk over and kneel between my open legs, I wrap my arms around your neck, and kiss you tenderly and deeply. 

Your hands run along the outside of my thighs, your thumbs teasing the soft warm skin of my inner thighs, lingering and kneading when they reach my groin. I stand up and take your hand. 

I lead you to the bathroom, where I have prepared a deep hot scented bath, the room lit only by church candles. I slowly unbutton your shirt, smiling up at you teasingly, my hands gently rubbing your cheat, my thumbs teasing your nipples. I undo your belt, unzip your fly and help you step out of your trousers, then I remove your boxers, lifting them over your stiffening penis. 

I help you into the bath, I lay you back, and pour warm water over your head, I shampoo your hair, massaging away the cares of the day. I take the soap and lather my hands, I wash your sweet face kissing your eyelids, then your neck, your chest, your arms. My hands linger as they wash your stomach, butterfly strokes that cause you to tip your head back and sigh with contentment, you feel so relaxed now. I wash your groin, gently soaping your hardness, then you legs your feet... every inch of you. 

I take your hand and help you out of the bath, and enclose you in a soft warm towel. You put your arms around me, hold me tight as you look into my eyes, then kiss my face as you run your hands through my hair. 

I lead you to the bedroom now, the huge bed beckons, the warm scented oils await at the bed side. I lay you down, and sit astride you. I pour the oil in my hands and massage you, down to your feet and tantilisingly up again, teasing you. You strain upwards... I know what you want but I want you to feel the pleasure for much longer. I turn you over. massage you from neck to feet, kneading your buttocks my thumbs parting your cheeks. 

You roll over suddenly, you can take no more. You grab me fiercely, pull me on top of you and kiss me hard. You pull me up along your body until my breasts are within reach of your mouth, the nipples hard and swollen longing for your mouth... you pull my bra aside until you find what you seek, and suck them hard until I am gasping with pleasure, your other hand kneading my buttocks until I am squirming. 

You pull me up further, until I am kneeling astride your chest, my hands on the wall I can hardly wait for what I know is next... your expert tongue bringing me to heights of relentless pleasure. I am so wet, my juices coat your tongue as you lick my clitoris clockwise then anti-clockwise, bringing me to the brink of my first explosive orgasm. Suddenly your tongue darts right inside me, while your upper lip encloses my clit, you grab my arse and pull me down hard onto your face. I buck and writhe... I can't stop now as wave over wave of pleasure engulfs me. I scream with pleasure... the feeling is so intense I almost cry. 

As I come down from these dizzy heights I turn around, to see your hard hot swollen cock ready for me. I take your hard shaft in my hand, I kneel between your parted legs, as I begin to stroke you pre-cum is already glistening on your swollen head. I begin to gently massage your tight balls, then bend down and lick your head, softly, teasing, round and round, my tongue playing in your sensitive hole. Your hand on my head now, you push my mouth down and lift your hips so I can take you deep in my throat, up and down, licking and sucking you. I know you are close as you moan with pleasure, you try to withdraw, but I want to taste you in my mouth, so I lick and suck harder and deeper, pumping you with my hand until at last with a strangled cry you come... I feel your hot sweet cum spurt deep in to my throat. 

You turn me onto my face and kneel between my parted legs, with one finger you trace a line down my spine until you reach my warm opening, you wet your finger with my juices and massage my clit, my arse thrusting back at you as you again begin to excite me. I groan as the pleasure once again begins to fill me, you reach round and grab the front of my thighs, lifting me onto my knees. Your cock is stiffening again as you rub your self along my crack teasing my hot wet pussy. 

With a sudden thrust you enter me, causing me to cry out. You move harder inside me grabbing my hips and moving me backwards and forwards, one hand reaches round to pinch my nipple hard, I am moaning, working my self into a frenzy. Then you turn me over, grab my ankles and throw them over your shoulders. As you enter me once more I lift my hips and wrap my legs around your neck, you move forward... in so deep now, my belly filled with that rock hard cock. You move against me. I grab your arse, pulling you in deeper and deeper... I can't stand anymore... 'Fuck me, fuck me' I cry, the pleasure is almost unbearable, I am panting, whimpering... suddenly you gasp, throw your head back, and with a cry pump faster and faster... you suddenly explode in me... the feel of your hot cum spurting deep inside me triggers my own orgasm. As my hot pussy contracts rhythmically against your cock we cry out together, my contractions squeezing every last drop from you

You collapse on top of me, kiss me, hold me, as our breathing slows. You turn onto your back and pull me close , my head on your chest, stroking my hair, as together we succumb to the sweet deep sleep of satisfied lovers.



Welcome Home



I just got back to the states from a one-year remote tour in Korea. My wife and I are overjoyed to see each other again, after a long year apart. We have sex in every which way imaginable for the first couple of days, then go out and enjoy the rest of our time left in Los Angeles. The week before leaving for Colorado, our next assignment, we have a going away party. I have invited my running partner from Korea. Her name is Michelle. She is a 5'3" brunette with a 34-24-35 hard body and has a carefree attitude towards life. Michelle has mid-back length curly brunette hair, which she sometimes straightens and ties in a ponytail. 

Michelle and I hung out the day before the party by riding my Harley Davidson around the South Bay. We cruised through Malibu and the Palos Verdes peninsula, as well as all the beach cities in between. At one point we stopped on a cliff over looking the Pacific Ocean and I shut the Harley off. It vibrates like crazy on idle and that usually drives women wild. It was no different this time. After I put the kickstand down, Michelle wrapped her legs around my waist and slid in front of me. Her ass was now sitting on the gas tank and all she had on were jeans and a tank top under her denim jacket. She started to kiss me and tell me how she fantasized about making love on a Harley, who was I to say no to her fantasy. I took her jacket off as we played tongue twister in each other's mouths. I laid her jacket on the gas tank and started to massage her nipples through her tank top. 

She kissed me even more passionately as I started to unbutton her Levi's. She told me to get up and strip, so I stepped off the Harley and removed my boots and jeans. I climbed back on the Harley and pushed Michelle back on to the gas tank. Then I pulled Michelle's Levi's down to her ankles. Next I lifted her legs over my head and shoulders trapping myself between her legs and trapping her legs around my waist using her jeans as an ankle tie. She wasn't wearing any underwear, so I had immediate access to the cutest shaved pussy ever. I pulled Michelle back up towards me as I started to massage her pussy and inserted my fingers into her already soaking cunt. Michelle reached into my boxers and pulled my cock and balls out. My cock was as hard as a rock and my balls were aching to fill Michelle with a load of come. Michelle trapped the elastic band of my boxers behind my balls, so they were easy access for her fingers and hand. 

Michelle pulled my fingers out of her cunt and lifted herself up. She grabbed my cock and impaled her pussy with it in one swift move. She let out a moan and pushed my back onto the passenger seat. She started to ride my cock up and down like a pogo stick hanging onto my shoulders as she did. Her ass was hitting my balls on the down stroke and within moments I was filling her pussy with a load of come I thought wouldn't stop. As I was finishing up Michelle started to come and collapsed on top of me hugging me tight. She was extremely satisfied with her fantasy being fulfilled and I can't say I had any reason to complain either. I pulled my now limp cock out of her as I laid her back towards the gas tank. I then pulled her legs over me again and freed ourselves from each other. We got dressed again and continued on our afternoon motorcycle ride. 

We pulled back into the driveway to Nathalie's and my LA house. Nathalie had just gotten home from work and was there to greet us. Nathalie walked over and opened the garage door for me and as I pulled into the garage gave me a big hug and kiss. Michelle hadn't even gotten off the Harley yet, so when Nathalie hugged me her arm grazed Michelle's breasts. She put her hand on Nathalie's lower back and I heard Nathalie let out a soft moan. We all took turns taking a quick shower, so we could go out for dinner. The girls looked extraordinarily HOT! Nathalie is a 5'3" brunette with butt length hair and has a 35-24-36 figure. She was wearing a nice fitting white sundress and short brown leather jacket. Her hair was down and curly, and the dress accented her perfectly shaped breasts nicely. Michelle was wearing a white midriff tank top with tight fitting black leather pants and a matching short leather jacket. Her hair was pulled back straight into a tight ponytail. Her stomach was taut and showed the payoffs of many hours in the gym. I wanted to grab her right then and repeat this afternoon's sexual escapades. They both looked incredibly sexy! 

We all piled into Nathalie's truck and drove to a real nice restaurant in Redondo Beach. We sat outside by the marina and had a wonderful dinner. We all shared some cheesecake afterwards and fed each other with our forks, so we could all get a taste, of the variety, of cheesecake at the table. We had gone through 4 bottles of extremely good wine at the dinner table that night and we were feeling fine. The girls went off to the restroom together as I paid the bill. After they came back we went outside and had the truck brought up to us. I opened the doors for the ladies and got a nice kiss from each of them as we piled in. Nathalie gave me a hug and Michelle reached down and massaged my dick as she got in, Nathalie's back was turned. As we are pulling out of the parking lot, I casually mention, “The only thing to end this perfect evening with is a threesome at home". Nathalie says, "That would be great to have Michelle". Michelle says, “I’m game". 

We arrive home to the house and leave the dog outside. I open the front door and as soon as I enter, Michelle is grabbing my ass from behind. I walk through the door and turn to hug and kiss Michelle. She jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist as I hold her up by her ass from underneath. Nathalie comes up behind us and massages Michelle's breasts from behind. Nathalie removes Michelle's jacket and hers, and then returns to reach around and unsnap and unzip Michelle's leather pants. I put Michelle back on the floor now and she spins around to face Nathalie. She and Nathalie start to kiss each other and Michelle is massaging Nathalie's breasts at the same time Nathalie is massaging Michelle's. I strip off my clothes as the girls kiss each other and work their hands over each other's bodies. 

I reach down and pull Michelle's pants down to her ankles. She steps out of them and is now only wearing high heels, a thong and her white midriff top. Michelle reaches down and massages Nathalie's pussy through her panties. I go up to Michelle's ass from behind and start to massage her breasts. As I do this my rock hard cock is resting between her extra firm ass cheeks. Michelle reaches down and pulls Nathalie's sundress over the top of her head. Michelle then starts to suck on Nathalie's nipples and moves her hand inside Nathalie's bikini panties to finger her clit. As Michelle bends over to suck on Nathalie's nipples, her ass pushes back into my cock. She lets out a moan as she continues to suck on Nathalie's tits and finger her pussy. I pull Michelle's thong down and insert my dick into her pussy lips. Her pussy engulfs my cock and she feels so tight, warm, and wet. 

I continue to stroke Michelle hard and fast driving into her from behind with as much force as I can. My cock is stroking her G spot every time I slam into her, which sends her over the edge into an orgasm. She grabs Nathalie's shoulders for support as I fill her orgasmic cunt with my load of come. As she stands up I pull her midriff top off and throw it aside. Michelle steps out of her panties and lies down on the floor pulling Nathalie's panties off and exposing her pussy to Michelle's mouth. Nathalie is now straddling Michelle's face and being eaten like there is no tomorrow. Nathalie reaches over and starts to suck on my dick bringing it back to life in no time. Nathalie is now on the brink of her own orgasm and starts to flood Michelle's mouth with her juices. Michelle is lapping up Nathalie's juices as fast as she can and enjoying it. Then Nathalie crawls off of Michelle and lies down on her back on the floor. I join the girls on the floor and enter Nathalie's pussy slowly, teasing her as slow as I can. Michelle straddles Nathalie's face as my come spills out of Michelle's pussy into Nathalie's mouth. 

As Michelle starts to orgasm onto Nathalie's face, she collapses onto the floor and rolls off of Nathalie. Nathalie pushes me off and onto my back, then straddles my cock and rides my like a bucking bronco. As Michelle recovers she plants her pussy on top of my face and starts to kiss and massage Nathalie's breasts again. I am licking Michelle's clit and she soon starts to orgasm again, at the same time I blow my load into Nathalie's cunt and Nathalie collapses into Michelle as her orgasm starts. We all collapse onto the floor and talk with our body’s intermingled and intermittent physical teasing going on. After about an hour we all start again and continue to have a wonderful sexual threesome all night long and early into the next morning. We sleep the rest of the morning away then shower and get stuff for our party ready. The party turned out to be a lot of fun and Michelle, Nathalie and I would sneak off into a room for a minute or two and tease each other. Then we would run back to the party and laugh. After all the guests left the party we started again. Making love and having sex in every way imaginable for a second night of a tantalizing threesome.



Welcome Home



He walked through his silent house, weary from his day in the world outside. The comfort his home brought to him filled him with a peace and his aches and pains seemed just a bit more distant. He thought of the comfort and calming atmosphere of his bedroom as he walked down the hall towards it. He knew it would feel so good to shed his robes and climb into the soft bed. As he approached, he noticed a faint light appearing under the door. He wondered if he had left a candle or lantern burning in his haste to leave earlier and chastised himself at his carelessness.

He opened the door and first noticed a small fire burning merrily in the fireplace. His forehead wrinkled in consternation, as he knew he did not leave a fire burning. Just as he began to wonder if a hot coal had ignited, his glance fell on his bed and he saw her.

Just the top of her head appeared on his pillow, her silvery hair fanned out. Her hand curled near her cheek in sleep. He caught the sounds of her soft breaths as she slept. She had a slight smile curving her lips. Her arm and shoulder were bare and he thought the rest of her must be too. This thought caused a tightening in his groin as he moaned softly under his breath. He glanced around the room and his eyes alighted on her clothes draped over a chair. Soft delicate robes of purple, boots of fine leather, a pair of gloves, and a warm cloak were laid out as if awaiting her return. He smiled and looked back to the bed, stepping closer.

Had he ever gazed upon such delicate, pale skin? Her skin seemed to radiate with warmth through the ivory. He thought of how easily she blushed at jokes and innuendo. He thought of how easily her skin marked when handled roughly. This thought made a groan escape from his throat again. He wanted nothing more than to pull back the thick comforters that surrounded her body and crawl into the bed beside her.

Silently he began removing his own garments. He dropped them over a chair, much like she must have done earlier. He sat down to tug his own boots off, dropping them heavily to the floor. He looked to see if the sound caused her to stir, but it did not.  Her battles must have been long and hard this day.

Once nude, he leaned back in his chair and just stared at the still form on his bed. Her skin picked up the soft firelight and seemed to glow with warmth. His cock stood straight out, already hard at the thought of her being in his bed.  He wrapped his fingers around the hard length and stroked slowly, his lethargy seeming to overtake him as he leaned back in the chair, smiling and thinking about her. He closed his eyes as the sensations traveling along the length of his cock filled him. A soft smile played about his lips….

Eyes opening slowly, the room was softly lit by firelight. She blinked and rolled onto her back, stretching lazily. She wondered when he would be home and what he would say about finding her in his bed. She smiled and hoped that she would still be here when he returned. Rolling onto her side, she gasped as she glimpsed a male figure sitting in the chair next to the bed. 

Her surprise soon turned to pleasure as she realized it was he and that he had fallen asleep in his exhaustion. She sat up in the middle of his bed, the comforter tumbling around her shoulders and down to her waist, exposing her bare form to the chill of the room. She felt her nipples peak as she looked at him, his semi-hard cock held in one hand as his head lolled to the side and he slept. A smile played at her mouth as she studied him.

His body was long and lean, the muscles clearly defined. You could see that he worked hard for a living and his body reflected this. His blonde hair was tousled and she could tell he had run his fingers through it several times that day. His lips were full and curved into a smile as he slept, as if he had a secret he couldn’t wait to share. She would never tire of seeing his body, naked before her hungry eyes.

Quietly, she climbed from his bed. Her bare feet made no sound as she padded across the floor towards him. She knelt at his feet, her hands softly touching his knees and then sliding up his thighs. She looked up at his face once more before she lowered her lips to the head of his cock, kissing it fully and allowing her tongue to swirl around the crown. She moaned and reached out her tongue to stroke its length again as it became more rigid. His hand left his cock as he reached up to slide his fingers through her silvery hair as her mouth enveloped him and she sucked harder. She moaned at his caress and the delicious feel of his cock as it slides deeper into her mouth.

Not removing her mouth from his shaft, her eyes looked up at him and he smiled down at her, his blue eyes burning so fiercely with desire for her. She moaned again, the sound so deep within her that it sounded like a purr of desire and want. Her mouth slides further down his length and she took his now throbbing cock deeper into her. Her tongue strokes against the hard flesh as she sucks and moves her mouth up and down. Her rhythm increases, beginning to be faster and stronger. She needed to feel his release. She wanted everything he had to give. His cock throbbed within her warm mouth and she pushed him deeper still, feeling the head press against the back of her throat. She trembled, her hands sliding along his muscular thighs as she held on.

As she increased the force of her sucking, taking his cock as deep into her mouth as she could, she slipped on hand down to cup his balls. His moan encouraged her to stroke his balls lightly with her fingertips as her mouth continued its work of pleasure along his shaft. The throbbing intensity was building and she knew she would get her reward soon. The first gush took her by surprise and she swallowed hard, causing her mouth to suck harder on him. Soon he was pumping into her mouth all he had to offer, his hips raising from his chair as he fucked her mouth with his turgid member. The salty sweet taste of him made her moan again.

At last she let his cock slip from between her lips. She nuzzled her face against it, rubbing it along her cheek. She looked up at him and smiled, her lips and mouth shiny with his juices. Slowly she pulled herself up, sliding between his legs as she kissed a trail up his belly, over his chest, across his shoulders, up his neck to his waiting lips. She hesitated, smiling at him with her eyes twinkling merrily. As she leaned in to place her soft lips against his, she whispered welcome home.



Welcome Home



Sitting by her bed, combing her still damp, long brown hair, Gill smiled as she heard the key turn in the front door lock. A shiver of excited anticipation ran up her spine as she heard Adam's heavy footsteps on the stairs. "Hi, sweetheart," he said, sighing theatrically as he dropped his bags on the floor and walked towards his wife. 

Adam bent forward to kiss her. "Mmmm, I've missed you, Adam," Gill purred, leaning against him, feeling his strong body against her back. 

"I've missed you too," he admitted, kissing his wife again. 

"Go take a shower," Gill suggested, "You'll feel better for it. While you're in there, I'll finish off up here and wait for you downstairs. 

"OK," replied Adam, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a flat, well toned stomach and a chest sparsely covered with fine brown hair. 

Gill smiled as she watched her husband undress, admiring his fit body. He removed his trousers, a bulge clearly showing in the front of his boxer shorts. "Mmmmm, you really did miss me," Gill said coyly, reaching out to give her husband's cock a playful squeeze. 

"Leave me alone, heartless wench," Adam groaned, "Can't you see how tired I am?" 

Adam's smile and the way his cock had stirred in response to Gill's touch belied his words. "Go and have your shower, dear," Gill purred, "and then we'll see just how tired you really are," she added, giving his cock another gentle squeeze. 

"Insatiable strumpet!" Adam muttered, smiling as he turned to leave the room. 

"You love it really," Gill teased him behind his retreating back. 

Waiting until she heard the shower, Gill smiled as she slipped out of her dressing gown, revealing the new black chemise that she'd kept hidden from Adam. Leaving the bedroom, she headed downstairs. In the living room, the sofa bed was already out. Gill arranged herself on the bed, squirming against the satin sheets as she waited for her husband. 

As Adam stepped through the door he froze as he took in the sight of his wife reclining on the sofa bed, her curves accentuated by the new chemise that clung to body. Black, fishnet stockings covered her long, shapely legs and on her feet she wore her black, high-heeled 'fuck me' shoes. The room was softly lit by candlelight, sensual music played quietly in the background. 

"Do you like it?" Gill asked, affecting an innocent, little girl voice. 

"You look fantastic, Gill," Adam replied, his eyes roaming over his wife's body. 

"Well don't just stand there, then. Come over here and lie down beside me," Gill purred, patting the sheet with her hand. "I've spent three long days waiting to feel your arms around me, don't keep me waiting any longer," she demanded. 

Adam crossed the room quickly. Lying beside his wife, he took her in his arms. Holding her tightly, Adam pressed his lips to hers. Gill opened her mouth as Adam's questing tongue pressed against her lips, she slipped her hands inside his dressing gown to explore his hard body. 

As the kiss became more passionate, Gill rolled Adam on to his back, straddling him as she lay on top of him, pressing her body firmly against his. She ground her hips against his, feeling the stiffness of his cock, through his dressing gown as she trapped it between their bodies. 

"Oh, I've missed you, Gill," Adam breathed as their lips briefly parted. 

"I missed you too, love," Gill replied, rubbing her mound against Adam's growing bulge. 

"If I always get a homecoming like this, I should go away more often," Adam teased. 

Gill grinned wickedly, "If you go away more often, I'm going to have to get myself a lover," she replied. 

"Don't let me stop you," Adam mocked, "with your appetites, I'm sure you could cope with a dozen, at least." 

"Pig!" Gill replied, slapping his cheek playfully before kissing him again. 

Once again, their passion mounted rapidly. Gill was almost overwhelmed with the desire to feel Adam inside her, pinning her to the bed as he thrust his powerful cock into her hot, wet, cunt. Torn between the conflicting desires, wanting to feel her and Adam's bodies joined, sharing their passion and, at the same time, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible, Gill broke away from her husband's embrace. "Want me to give your poor, tired back a rub?" she asked softly. 

"Mmmm, That'd be nice," Adam murmured in reply. 

Gill moved slightly, letting her husband turn over. As he lay on his front, she helped him slip out of his dressing gown before moving to sit astride his legs once more. Leaning forward, Gill began to work her fingers into Adam's shoulders. He sighed as she skilfully proceeded to ease the tension in his tightly bunched muscles. 

Working her hands down Adam's back, Gill smiled to herself as she rehearsed her plans for the evening in her mind. Pausing briefly, she slipped the straps of her chemise down off her shoulders, leaving her breasts free as it gathered around her waist. She leaned forward, dragging her breasts along Adam's back as she kissed her way up his spine. Her nipples stiffened in response to the friction generated as they made contact with the hairs on his back. "Mmmmm, that feels good," Adam sighed as his wife's fingers explored his back. 

Gill leaned forward, planting a series of delicate kisses on Adam's neck and shoulders, her breasts pressed firmly against his back. "Glad you like it, my love," she purred into his ear, "now turn over and I'll do your front." 

Adam squirmed on to his back beneath his wife. Smiling, Gill leaned forward to kiss him as his hands roamed all over her body. His hands reached up to cup and squeeze her large, firm breasts as their lips pressed together. Gill sat up and pushed Adam away. She gave him a wicked grin as she puled the cord from his discarded dressing gown, letting it slip through her fingers as she toyed with it. Still smiling, she deftly looped it over Adams hands, pulling it tight around his wrists before tying it in a knot. She leaned forward to tie the loose ends of the cord around the end of the bed frame, her breasts rubbing against Adam's face. His tongue snaked out, licking over their soft skin. Gill gave a girlish laugh as she shook her body, jiggling and bouncing her breasts against her husband's face, smothering him in her cleavage. 

Slowly, Gill began to work her way down Adam's firm, well muscled body. The fine hairs on his chest rubbed against her erect nipples, adding to Gill's growing excitement. 

With his hands tied above his head, Adam was powerless as Gill proceeded to tease him. He moaned as she kissed his stomach, her breasts rubbing against the insides of his thighs, his cock sliding between her firm, fleshy globes. She smiled up at him as she reached down to press her breasts together, squashing his cock between them. 

"Oh, Gill! That's so good!" Adam gasped as his wife rocked slowly back and forth, his cock sliding between her breasts. 

"Glad you approve," Gill replied coyly before flicking her tongue over his knob as it poked from her cleavage. Adam groaned as Gill coated the head of his cock with a warm film of saliva. 

"Damn!" Adam sighed, "Oh fuck yes!" he gasped as Gill took his knob into her mouth and slowly slid her lips along his shaft. As she worked her mouth back and forth she let her teeth drag lightly against his cock, her tongue swirling over its surface. Adam's hips bucked slightly, forcing his cock deeper into his wife's hot and hungry mouth. "Oh, Gill!!!!!" he moaned as she took the head into the back of her throat and swallowed repeatedly. 

Letting Adam's cock slip from her mouth, Gill teased it with her breasts once more, letting them swing back and forth, brushing over its surface. "I bet you're just dying for me to fuck you, aren't you?" she asked in a voice made husky with arousal. Adam tugged against his restraints, trying to free himself but only managing to pull the cord even more tightly about his wrists. "Well?" Gill purred, toying absently with her husband's manhood as he struggled. 

"Yes!" Adam gasped, strain evident in his voice. 

"Yes, what?" Gill teased, her fingers tightening their grip around Adam's shaft. 

"Yes, I want you to fuck me," Adam groaned. 

"Ask nicely," Gill taunted, a wicked sparkle in her eyes. 

"Please will you fuck me?" Adam asked. 

Gill put on an artful display of pondering her husband's request. Her hand still stroked his thick, throbbing cock. "You'll have to do better than that, I'm afraid" she chided with feigned innocence. 

Adam groaned again. The tension in his body was excruciatingly intense. "Please, Gill," he begged, "Words cannot describe just how much I want to feel my cock inside your hot, little pussy as you slide along it." 

Gill giggled then leaned forward to give her husband a kiss. She quickly wriggled out of her chemise, leaving herself still dressed in her stockings and shoes. Adam's eyes bulged as he caught a glimpse of his wife's muffin. Gill's usual neatly trimmed triangular matt of soft dark curls had gone. Her mound was now smooth and bare. Adam could see his wife's juices glistening on her moist lower lips. "I hope you like it," Gill said in a little girl voice as she batted her eyelids at her husband in a coquettish fashion. 

"I love it!" Adam replied emphatically. 

"Good," said Gill, turning around, her back towards Adam as she straddled his legs. "You just lie back and enjoy the view," she purred as she reached back between her legs to grip his shaft. "Mmmm, yessssss!" she sighed as she flicked Adam's knob over her swollen lips and clit, coating it in her juices. 

Gill teased herself for several moments before guiding the swollen head of her husband's prick towards the warm, wet entrance of her cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she sighed as she pushed her hips back, feeling Adam's knob stretch her as she lowered herself slowly on to his cock. 

"Oh Gill!" Adam gasped as felt the moist warmth of his wife's muffin engulf his manhood as she impaled herself on its length. 

"Oh, Adam!" Gill moaned, "You feel sooo good inside me! So big! Soooo hard! Mmmmmmm." 

Slowly at first then gradually increasing her pace, Gill rocked her hips back and forth. Adam watched as his cock slid in and out of his wife's cunt with a soft, wet squelching sound. Gill flexed the walls of her pussy around his cock, milking his shaft inside her. "God, Gill, I love it when you do that," Adam moaned as the sensations added to his increasing tension. Looking back over her shoulder, Gill smiled as she clenched her pelvic muscles even tighter. 

Adam tugged against his restraints as Gill rode his cock with increasing abandon, coating his cock with the warm wetness of her juices as she impaled herself on its length. His hips began to buck, driving his cock deeper into her cunt as she slid up and down. 

Adam's moans, his heavy breathing and the way that his cock twitched and jerked inside her cunt told Gill that he was close to boiling point. She smiled as she heard her husband's frustrated groan of disappointment as she slid off his shaft. "There'll be more of that later," Gill purred as she turned around, crouching over his swollen manhood before leaning forward and taking his engorged knob into her mouth once more. 

Pre-cum boiled from the slit as she worked her lips up and down his shaft, savouring the taste of her own juices that coated its surface. Wrapping her fingers around the base, Gill began to pump up and down. Her fingers blurred as they worked in tandem with her lips, pushing Adam to the brink. Adam's breathing deepened even more, his body became tense, his cock was as hard as steel in Gill's mouth. "Oh fuck, Gill!" he gasped, "I can't hold on! I'm cumming!" he cried as he felt his seed begin to surge up from his balls. 

With a practised ease, Gill waited until the final second before letting Adam's cock slip from between her lips. It jerked violently as it exploded, sending a thick jet of hot cum into space between them, coursing through the air to splash against Gill's neck. Gill pumped his shaft with her fingers. His cum spewed from his knob, showering her neck and breasts with its warm stickiness. Adam moaned as his cock disgorged its load. He watched, unable to speak as his cum dribbled over his wife's breasts. As his torrent subsided, Gill took him into her mouth once more to suck the final drops of his seed from his cock. 

Adam fell back, breathing hard. Gill sat up, smiling as her hands began to rub her husband's thick, sticky cum into her breasts. "My turn now," she purred coyly as she began to move upwards, stopping only when her thighs straddled Adam's head. 

Gill lowered herself on to her husband's waiting mouth. "Oooooohhhh, mmmmmm!" she sighed as Adam's tongue slipped between her moist lower lips. With a delicious feeling of dirtiness, Gill continued to rub Adam's cum into her breasts as his tongue began to lap along her slit. She could feel her juices leaking from her cunt, dribbling over her husband's face as he feasted on her pussy. 

"Oh fuck!" Gill cried, squeezing her stiff, cum coated nipples as Adam's tongue danced over her clit. She ground her hips, pressing her mound against his mouth, adding to the friction of Adam's tongue on her throbbing bulb. "Eat me!" she demanded. "Ohhhh yesssss! Eat my fucking cunt!" 

Adam increased his pace as Gill began to bump and grind against his mouth with increasing abandon. He could feel the first tremors of her impending orgasm rippling through her body. As the pressure inside her mounted, Gill became increasingly vocal, urging Adam on with a seemingly endless stream of obscenities. Adam allowed himself a mental smile as his usually demure wife lost control. Always polite in everyday conversation, Gill could become increasingly foul mouthed as her arousal reached its peak. Only Adam, and those of her former boyfriends who had taken her to such heights had ever heard Gill swear. Her numerous friends, colleagues and associates would be shocked by the language that she employed when she lost herself in the throes of passion. 

"Oh God! Ohh fuck! Ohh yes! Ohhhhhh Adam! Eat my cunt! Fuck me with your tongue!" Gill cried as her body began to shake violently, her juices streaming from her pussy as she came. Adam's tongue beat mercilessly on her swollen clit, savouring the taste of his wife's essence as it flooded his mouth. Gill shook, crying out with every touch of her husband's tongue. Her arousal peaked again and again as waves of pleasure washed over and through her. "Ooooooohhhhhh ffffuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!" she cried as she forced herself to roll away, unable to endure any more of the intense sensations that held her in their grip. 

Breathing hard, she cuddled up to Adam, forcing her body to obey her will as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly against her. Her body still shook as she kissed Adam lightly on the lips, tasting her juices, inhaling the scent of her pussy on his breath. 

"Are you going to untie me now?" Adam asked softly, feeling the pounding of Gill's heart inside her breast. 

"Soon. Not yet," Gill replied in a breathless whisper. They kissed again, this time with increasing passion. Gill reached unerringly for Adam's cock as her tongue danced in his mouth. His resurgent member stiffened slightly in response to Gill's touch as her fingers lovingly stroked and caressed it. "I think it needs a little encouragement," Gill purred as she began to kiss her way down over Adam's firmly muscled chest and stomach. 

Once again, Gill knelt between her husband's legs. Holding his cock lightly, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along its underside, tracing a warm wet path from his balls to his knob. "Fuck, Gill, that's fantastic," Adam moaned as her tongue swirled over the surface of his manhood. "Oooohhhh yessss!" he gasped as she wrapped her lips around the head and took his cock deep into her mouth. Gill tilted her head to one side. Adam could see his knob pressing her cheek outwards from inside her mouth. He groaned as she tickled his balls lightly with one fingertip while her lips slid easily up and down his shaft. 

As he always did, Adam silently thanked his fate for allowing him to marry suck an accomplished cocksucker. He knew that Gill loved using her mouth to give him pleasure, revelling in the act of making him love to him with her mouth where many of his previous girlfriends had treated it as nothing more than a chore they had to endure. The difference in technique between Gill and the other girls he had known in the past was subtle, yet profound. It was a difference that made Adam, who never failed to appreciate how lucky he was, all the more attentive to his wife's needs and desires; such was the power she had over him. 

Sliding her lips up and down Adam's thick shaft, Gill tongued the head as she sucked. Her teeth scraped gently along the surface as she worked her husband's cock in and out of her mouth. Secure in the knowledge of her skill, Gill knew just how much Adam was enjoying her attentions as his cock continued to swell and grow stiffer in her mouth. She took him in deeper, until the head lodged in the back of her throat. "Oh fuck!!!!" Adam groaned appreciatively as Gill began to swallow, the walls of her throat closing tightly around his swollen knob as her tongue licked the underside of his shaft. 

Gill was momentarily torn, once again, between the desire to use her mouth to give Adam the maximum possible pleasure and the need to feel his cock inside her, stretching and filling her pussy as it plunged in and out. Making her decision, she gave Adam's cock one last long, hard suck, her head blurring as it bobbed rapidly up and down. As Adam's hips began to thrust upwards, driving his cock into her mouth, she reluctantly pulled away. She gave her husband a wicked smile, her dark brown eyes smouldered with desire. "Ready for the Grand Finale?" she asked in a voice that made Adam's heart pound faster. 

"Oh God, yes!" moaned Adam as Gill slipped her legs outside his and began to move upwards. 

"Good!" replied Gill, reaching back between her legs to grasp Adam's cock, guiding it towards her entrance, "Because what I need right now is a good, hard fuck. Will you give me what I want?" she asked, sliding on to her husband's prick. 

"Ohhhh!" gasped Adam as the warmth of Gill's cunt encased his manhood. He waited until she had impaled herself fully upon his cock before answering her question. "I might," he said, giving Gill a wicked smile, "but only if you untie me." 

"Mmmmm, OK," Gill replied dreamily, rocking her hips slowly back and forth, savouring the feeling of having Adam's thick , hard cock inside her. She leaned forward, burying Adam's face in her cleavage as she reached out to untie the restraints around his wrists. Adam breathed deeply, inhaling the rich, musky scent of his wife's arousal combined with the smell of his cum on her breasts. "There!" announced Gill as the cord fell away, leaving Adam's hands free at last. 

Grinding her hips up and down, Gill rode Adam's cock as he reached up to cup and caress her large breasts. "Oooooooohhhh, mmmmmmmm," she sighed as he teased her stiff nipples with his thumbs. 

Gill increased her pace, sliding up until only the very tip of Adam's cock remained inside her, holding him there briefly before slamming down, impaling herself on him. Adam thrust his hips upwards, stabbing his cock into Gill's cunt. "Oh... Oh... Oh yessss..." she gasped as Adam's manhood filled her. 

"I want you on top of me," Gill purred. "I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts!" she demanded. 

They rolled over, Adam's cock still buried deep in Gill's cunt. Gill clasped her hands above her head as Adam started to pump rhythmically in and out, pinning her to the bed. Adam reached forward and wrapped his fingers around Gill's wrists, restraining her as he plunged into her warm, wet depths. 




Welcome Home



The soft squelching of Adam's cock as he drove it into Gill's cunt, the slapping of their bodies as they collided together filled the room as Adam fucked his wife with long, hard, powerful thrusts. Gill's moans of pleasure insinuated themselves into the spaces between the sounds of their passion. "Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it hard!" Gill demanded as she brought he legs up, letting Adam sink deeper into her body as, with her ankles crossed, she rested her feet on his arse. 

Breathing hard, Adam increased his pace, pulling right out before slamming back in. The force of his thrusts pushed Gill up the bed until her head pressed against the upholstered back of the sofa. 

"Harder!" Gill urged, "Fuck me harder! Your cock feels so fuckin' good in my hot little cunt!" she cried. She flexed the walls of her pussy around his shaft. "I love feeling your balls slap against my arse when you fuck me," she murmured as Adam pounded her still harder. 

"Gill! Oh, Gill!" Adam gasped as he felt his climax approach. 

"Yes! Oh fuck yessss! Oh Adam!" Gill cried as the force of his fucking drove her towards the precipice. 

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh Gill, I'm cumming!" Adam gasped as his seed began to rise. 

"Oh yes, Adam, fill me! Fill my cunt with your hot cum," Gill moaned as her womb contracted. 

They came together. Gill's body heaved below Adam's as she felt his rich fluid flood into her tunnel. "Oh... Oh... Oh..." Adam groaned as his hips surged forward, releasing another jet of cum into Gill's cunt with every thrust. 

"Yes... Yes... Oh fuck... Yessssss!" Gill cried as fire coursed through every nerve, the waves of her climax washing over her. 

With sweat dripping from his brow, Adam collapsed on top of Gill, releasing his grip from around his wife's wrists. Gill wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her, kissing him deeply as they let their shared ecstasy consume them. "Oh Adam, I love you... I missed you... I'm so glad you're home," Gill sobbed, her voice thick with emotion as she held her husband tight, his cock still deep inside her. 

"I love you too, Gill," Adam said, rolling them on to their sides with the last of his strength, their bodies still joined. He kissed his wife tenderly then stared into her smouldering brown eyes. "I'm so glad you're mine," he said softly, "It's so good to be home." 



Welcome Home



Robert had been gone for months. He was placed in boot camp far away and the only contact Sydney had with him for the last few months was letters. She had been warned not to date someone from the military. She had been told that it was hard being so far from the one you love. But she still didn’t know whether or not she loved him. She only knew that she likes being around him, and when he was home the sex was wondrous. It was spontaneous and kinky. He liked the same things she did, and when he was home they worked well together. Besides she liked waiting for someone. She knew what the pictures she sent him did to him and the innuendos written in their mail was enough for the time being. 

But he was home now, and going to be there to pick her up in less than a half hour. She ran around the house getting things ready for his arrival and put on a dozen of outfits. She set out dinner on the table and finally things were cleaned up and she had decided on a dangerously low cut black baby tee and an older worn pair of semi-slutty shorts. When the door rang her stomach was in knots. Not seeing him for so long made her somewhat self-conscious whenever she saw him after he first came out. She knew that men’s minds and interest could change in such time. 

She opened the door and there he was standing. His reddish auburn hair was cut short in a standard cut, his green eyes danced when they saw her, and he had gotten bigger. His white tank he was wearing showed his lean muscles of his arm and stomach and he looked better to her than when he left. She jumped up at him and he caught her as she wrapped her bare legs around him. When she tried to say hello he deeply kissed her and then buried his head into her neck. 

“Robert! I have missed you so much,” she sighed as she clung to him tightly “but I love meeting up like this.”

He laughed a little and held her a little longer and kissed her again before putting her down. 

“So my lady, what would you like to do tonight?” he asked with that knowing smirk on his face. 

“I was thinking dinner first. Then we’ll see…” she giggled and led him towards the kitchen. 

Everything was set in the kitchen; she had planned this for a long time. They sat down and served each other and commenced with small talk. He told her about learning to drive the tanks and how the military was so different for him. She talked about school and daily life. And they ate. 

She was taken aback to how they could come back to such a daily routine after he had been gone for so long. But there was something still different. As he talked about his time away, she watched him. She loved listening to him, but now with him so close she couldn’t keep her mind on the conversation. She focused on his lips moving and imagined them rather on her. She imagined them in her mind sucking hard on her nipples as she moaned. She couldn’t help it and the more that she thought about it she noticed her feet lifting to his crotch almost automatically gently rubbing his inner thing and cock. 

“You have hardly even eaten,” he said. 

She didn’t care. She simply shrugged and smiled, waiting to see what he would do. How desperately she wanted him now. She wanted him to simply pick her up and throw her on the couch and shove himself into her. Just sitting near him after so long was making her panties damp, but she waited. 

Taking her cue he pulled away from the table and motioned for her to come over to him. She came over and he pulled her to his lap. 

“God, I missed you.” He murmured as he began to bite on her neck. 

His hands roamed under her shirt to her already braless breasts. He squeezed them and caressed her as he sucked more fiercely on her neck. His mouth moved to hers and she moved her legs to straddle him. Between the fabric of their jeans, she could feel that he was hard and she began to slowly rub against him. 

She moaned. She wanted to make this last, but it was obvious it wasn’t going to happen. They were both so aroused. She was nearly coming just by him touching her. 

“Have you been a bad little bitch while I was gone?” he asked as he smacked her ass. 

She moved faster, her clit rubbing against him and the fabric of her shorts. She moaned that she was. She indeed had been very slutty. 

He smacked her ass again and grabbed her long dark hair pulling her head back. Through her shirt he bit at her nipples. Through his teeth he called her a slut and she almost came. 

He stood up still holding her and took her to the couch and threw her off of him. She couldn’t stand it anymore. 

“Get down here and fuck me.” She let out as he bent over and nearly tore off her pants. 

As he fumbled with his own jeans standing above her she spread her legs over and fingered her clit. She moved around frantically shoving three fingers inside of him and moaned. She knew it was impeding him from getting his own pants off. He was watching her intently and she liked it. 

“Are you just going to stand there? Fuck me. FUCK ME. Please.” She begged. 

When he pulled down his pants he has so hard. The sight of him standing above her caused quivers inside of her. He stepped closer and grabbed his cock, guiding him to the top of her. With her legs spread she guided him inside of her and wrapped her legs around his waist above her. 

He shoved himself inside of her and she screamed. With her entire body she clung to him as he thrust himself inside her over and over again until finally she felt herself and wet on his cock. But he continued. She relaxed a little and he slowed, delaying his ejaculation, as she lay there beneath him panting still and gazing up at him. 

“Don’t stop, please.” She whimpered and thrust herself into him. 

As he bent down and kissed her again he picked up his pace. She was so sensitive and every time he entered her it sent a jolt up her spine. Everything for her was so fragile now. He knew it and picked up his pace. 

He thrust harder and harder holding tightly on her waist, until finally he released. He let his cum flow freely into her and she grabbed onto him and wrapped herself to him again not letting him go. 

They laid together back on the couch, still entwined and connected as their breathing slowed. She lay there smiling at him and glistening. 

“God I missed you.” She sighed.

“I missed you too.” He said as he held her there until she closed her eyes and seemed to sleep.



Welcome Home



It was a hot and humid afternoon when I arrived back home, the temperature was nudging the high 90's as I stepped off the air-conditioned plane, and this did nothing to improve my mood which had been at low ebb for the past two weeks, and was now only steadily getting worse as I got closer to home.

As I walked towards the gates I kept a lookout for my fiancée Kimberley, who by rights should be here to meet me, however the very reason for my evil mood, was that I had not heard from her for over two weeks and indeed had not had a letter from her for more than a month.

As a Captain in the Army I'd had several dealings with soldiers who had been left high and dry by their wives or partners, but the idea that it could happen to me was something that had never occurred to me, everything as far as the Army and I were concerned was going according to plan, even down to my recent promotion, which made me the second youngest Captain in the Army. This only further served to lend disbelief at the idea that my fiancée of two years had left me without any word or warning.

But as I stood looking around the airport foyer, the idea that perhaps I was no longer engaged was starting to sink in. I looked around one last time, and then collected my bags from the conveyor belt and left to find a taxi.

As I was travelling home images of what I would find were spinning relentlessly through my head, would I still have a home or would it be a stripped carcass left destitute of any personal belongings and only an empty reminder of a pathetic love. Or perhaps so my heart said instead of finding that, I would find Kimberley home after all. Perhaps she was preparing my favourite meal, and making herself ready for my imminent return.

This was a favourite daydream of mine, and had been for the past several weeks, at the thought of it my eyes started to glaze over, while my mind seduced itself with pretty pictures, the images in my mind always followed the same theme, her naked, wild unadulterated sex and me. This in turn led to my body reacting in the usual way, so by the time the taxi arrived at my townhouse apartment block, I had to cover my hard on with the suitcase while being as inconspicuous as I could.

I made my way through the gates and towards my unit, straight away I saw my Jeep Cherokee sitting in the driveway and I breathed a major sigh of relief, she could have whatever she wanted, but not my car. I kept walking and made the way to the front door, the screen was closed but not locked and the front door was wide open. It was on the tip of my tongue to knock and announce myself, but I thought what the hell it's my house.

I stepped inside and paused for a moment, to allow my eyes to adjust to the light, as my eyesight gradually became used to the surroundings I noticed some things had definitely changed since I had been away. For a start I appeared to have lost some furniture, including my dining room table and entertainment unit. However the odd thing was I still possessed several other pieces that were just as much mine as Kimberley's. What the hell was going on? As I walked around I heard the shower going so I walked through the kitchen and down the hall towards the bathroom.

I slowly made my way down the hallway and as I approached the bathroom I could hear Kimberley singing over the top of it, as I got to the doorway, I stopped as if I had run into a wall, instead of seeing Kimberley's long dark hair and tall 6'1" frame, I found myself looking at the back of a woman who must have only been 5'4" and had long blonde hair, hanging down her back. On top of this the woman was not what you would call athletic, not fat, but maybe voluptuous would be a better word for it.

For a long time I could only stand there and watch and listen, as this woman washed and bathed herself while softly singing, totally unaware that a total stranger was only feet away. I found myself in a quandary, what to do? Do I back out and start from the front door again, or just stand here like some pervert while this woman finished her shower?

However my time for decision-making had passed, as suddenly she turned around and spotted me standing there. I was waiting for the scream and threats and must admit I turned a brighter red in anticipation, but instead of a shout of abuse, I found myself staring into a pair of smiling blue eyes, which seemed to be familiar. While I searched my memory for a name, my eyes took in her body, while she stood there without shame, or any sense of modesty. Her skin was that colour sometimes described as porcelain and I could see no imperfection upon it, her breasts were full and pert, D cup at the very least, framed by pale pink nipples. My eyes continued their mental catalogue, as they made their way down her body delighting to find a trimmed blonde triangle of hair between a pair of captivating thighs.

Suddenly a name sprang to mind, Chantelle, holy shit, this was my next-door neighbour. Chantelle must have seen the look on my face because right then she turned off the shower and opened the screen, releasing a cloud of steam into the bathroom and the strong fragrance of green apples. I started to bumble out an apology and made a move towards the door, but Chantelle quickly slid between me and the door barring my way with her freshly washed body. I looked at her in amazement and opened my mouth to speak but she placed a finger on my lips and just shook her head to indicate that I was to be quite.

I just stood there like a statue while Chantelle slowly dried herself with a large fluffy white bath sheet, and then slid into a white silk bathrobe, which just reached her thighs. Silently she left the bathroom and walked down the hallway back towards the kitchen. I stood in the bathroom for a moment trying to figure out exactly what was happening, but eventually realising I didn't have a clue; I just followed Chantelle into the kitchen.

When I got there, Chantelle had opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass for herself, while beside her glass, was one of my premium beers, already opened with sparkling beads of condensation along its length. By this time I didn't care what was happening, still confused but not altogether unhappy with the turn of events. I said to myself what the hell and I reached for the beer, draining a third of it in one hit.

As I worked on my beer, Chantelle made her way to the front door and pushed it slowly closed, my eyes found themselves glued to her ass, which moved in a delicious way every time she walked, obviously my powers of observation were not what they should be, otherwise I would have noticed that before.

Chantelle moved to the air conditioner turning it on, and then stood in the lounge room, her eyes staring at me as if I was the one out of place. Casually she raised her hand and indicated for me to move over to her, I didn't know what to do? There was the obvious questions bounding through my head, like where the hell was my fiancée, but then there was also this attractive woman standing almost naked in my lounge room. Well I hate to procrastinate over anything so I made a decision, I moved over to Chantelle trying to play casual, but inside as nervous as a 16 year old.

Chantelle finished her wine as I got close to her and indicated for me to do the same, so in a moment I had finished my beer, which she took from my hands. Standing there close to her I realised the height difference between the both of us, at 6'6" I towered over her. Slowly Chantelle moved closer to me and let her hands reach up to undo my tie. This done she slid it off and gently draped it over the lounge chair. Watching my face for any reaction she then started to undo my shirt buttons, not a movement was wasted as she worked her way down, all the while never taking her eyes from mine. 

As I watched she bent down undid my shoes and released my feet from their confinement, after removing my socks she then made her way back up and for a moment toyed with my belt buckle. I was helpless before this woman; normally I am the one in control, today it seemed I was in for an education. With elaborate slowness she released my belt sliding it off my pants, finally her fingers made their way to my zipper. At this point her eyes once again met mine and with a slight smile I encouraged her to go on. Her fingers adroitly lowered my zipper and in a moment my pants lay around my feet. I was almost naked and by this stage totally aroused, the ritual imposed by Chantelle was itself to start sending me over the edge let alone the fact that I was constantly catching glimpses of her hot little body.

There was only one thing left, my boxers, Chantelle paused a moment looking at their straining fabric, I looked down knowing full well what I would find. I'm not a vain man but I could not wait for Chantelle to remove them and sight my 10-inch cock! Chantelle on the other hand did not seem to hurry; she left me standing there got her wine glass and went back to the fridge where she refilled it. I could only watch frustrated while she came back with her wine and just stood in front of me.

After a sip of her wine her left hand reached out and softly started to stroke my cock, her fingers made their way around my shaft and slowly stroked it, her gentle caresses were having a noticeable effect on my cock and soon the wet mark of precum showed on my boxers. Chantelle noticing this placed her wine on the table and lowered herself in front of me.

I held my breath as Chantelle placed her hands on either sides of my boxers and eased them down, immediately my cock sprang loose and quivered and twitched uncontrollably in front of her waiting face. I looked down and noticed the wide-eyed look upon Chantelles face, she might have been control but I was happy that I could surprise her. Her fingers slipped up and around my cock and at the touch of her warm hand I let out a soft moan, it had been almost two months since I had felt a woman's hand and damn it felt good.

Chantelle stroked and caressed my cock like a pro, she knew exactly what she was doing and in no time, more pre-cum was oozing from the tip. It was all I could do just to restrain myself; moans of pleasure kept escaping my lips. Chantelle had not even started though; as I glanced down she flicked her tongue across the head of my cock and at the same time gave my balls a suggestive squeeze. My cock gave a startled twitch that she brought under control with a tightening hand, her mouth then made its way over the tip of my cock, Kimberley had never even tried to give me a blow job, partly because of my size but mostly I suspected her distaste at such a thought, obviously Chantelle was cast of a different mould, she not only got her mouth around my cock but she then proceeded to take my length as far into her mouth as she could.

This was getting all to much for me, my hands dropped to the sides of her head and I gently followed her motions, not forcing her but guiding her head back and forth over my trembling cock. Chantelle didn't seem to mind my involvement and before long my actions were becoming more assertive, her mouth was hot and wet and my cock was now quickly reaching the point of no return, Chantelle like most women had a sixth sense for this and quickly withdrew her hot mouth.

By this time my patience for games had evaporated, my cock was aching and cum was oozing from the slit. I stood over Chantelle lifted her to a standing position and then swept my arms under her, lifting her into my arms. She gasped and smiled still intent it seemed on not saying a word, well she may not speak but I was determined I was going to make her scream, with that thought in mind I walked with her in my arms down to the bedroom.

Upon entering the bedroom I laid her gently on the bed, where she sat demurely waiting for me to make the next move. I knelt on the floor and pulled her legs around until they were straddling my body, my hands reached under her thighs and pulled them closer towards me, at this Chantelle laid on her back lending her momentum to the move.

I was then faced with her thighs parted either side of my face revealing the prize I was so hungry for. I slowly lowered my face and gently ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh; the scent of soap and something sharper assailed my nostrils increasing the tempo of my desire. My tongue flickered across the top of her trimmed mound, moving onto the opposite thigh where they again tasted soap and soft skin.

Impatiently my mouth found its way back to her mound with its soft hair, my tongue slid down her slit, teasing and widening the folds of skin until they gave up there secret. Hungrily I pushed my tongue further inside her, revelling in the taste of woman, almost unconsciously I registered the first moans of desire from Chantelle and the accompanying movements of her hips as they lifted from my hands towards my mouth.

My tongue was now plundering her moist mound; soft almost tender kisses were now giving way to deeper and more urgent probing. My tongue now concentrated on her clit, devouring it with an intensity betraying my animalistic urges. Chantelles moaning now increased in tempo; in response my large hands lifted her ass off the bed bringing her mound up onto my willing mouth where I licked her pitilessly. Suddenly her hands reached down, grasped my hair and pulled my face even deeper into her pussy. A soft scream escaped her lips followed by her thighs clamping my head between them. A smile creased my mouth; she was going to do a lot more screaming before I was finished with her.

Releasing myself from her I stood, my cock had been rubbing against the quilt cover and was now dripping more precum; it was time to show Chantelle who was in charge. 

I climbed onto the bed pushing her into the middle of the King size, Chantelle laid on her back with her legs slightly raised and hands above her head. Her gaze now centred on my cock, I moved forward my knees forcing her milky thighs wide apart and I leaned over her one hand guiding my cock towards her waiting pussy.

With my hand I used my cock to slide over her mound watching her face as I did so, Kimberley always told me to be gentle but I didn't think Chantelle was going to tell me that, not judging by the expression on her face. Without any warning I pointed the tip of my cock into her opening and plunged it in. Chantelle's eyes widened and a moan of pleasure burst from her lips as my cock slid in a couple of inches.

I held it there for a moment enjoying the feeling of finally being inside a woman after all this time, Chantelle's eyes had closed and her hands had moved to my waist, it was time to give this little vixen a serious fucking.

Supporting myself with my hands as I held myself above her, I lowered my hips towards her, driving the rest of my 10-inch cock deep inside. A deep moan from her told me she was enjoying the rest of my cock almost as much as I enjoyed giving it to her. I paused for a moment savouring the feeling of the tight fit; my eyes closed as I stayed perfectly still enjoying the warmth and heat from her body.

Her fingernails started to trace their way down my back, so I started to thrust slowly in and out, small movements, gaining momentum with each stroke until my cock was sliding in and almost out. With each thrust Chantelle gave out little moans, gradually increasing in tempo and volume, her moans were maddening, with each thrust I wanted to give way to my primal instincts and expel this heavy load within my body. It was only with immense focus that I could keep pleasuring her without releasing my seed. 

My balls ached and my cock was twitching with every thrust but then I heard what I wanted, Chantelle had been moaning louder and louder, her legs tightening around my waist, when suddenly she arched her back, dug her nails into my waist and let out a scream of pleasure. A warm gush of fluid enveloped my cock, almost making me cum there and then, Chantelle kept her grip tight, not releasing me until her orgasm had passed and when it had, she moaned softly before going limp onto the bed.

With her eyes half closed and a broad smile on her lips I knew it was my turn for some satisfaction, I knelt back and with my hand gently rolled Chantelle over onto her stomach. This done I pushed her thighs apart with my knees, grabbed hold of her luscious ass and lifted it back against me. My cock was an angry red and Chantelle's juices were smeared up and down the shaft. I reached down and grabbed my cock guiding that hard shaft between her juicy thighs and in one smooth stroke entered her.

Almost immediately Chantelle began moaning again, her head dropping to the pillow, raising myself on my right knee and using my left leg as a support on the outside of her ass I started to fuck her mercilessly. I kept the rhythm strong and hard, enjoying the sounds of Chantelle's voice as she started to react to my fervent actions upon her body. Soft cries and moans soon became louder and louder, her body countering my vigorous thrusts with thrusts of her own.

In no time at all we were fucking like animals, cries of pleasure echoed around the townhouse, her ass slapping against my body with each hard thrust, created that sound that we all love so well, her screams were now going from vocal, to that point where the neighbours must have been wondering what the fuck was going on. 

All this time I had been trying to keep some sort of control and make this last as long as I could, but with each thrust and scream, the point of no return was rapidly approaching. 

Suddenly and before I was totally prepared, that primal urge which drives all mankind overtook my senses, gone were any thoughts of control and common sense, instead all that existed, was the need to fuck, and release my seed deep within this woman. I plunged my cock as far as I could go with every thrust, and immediately a low growl found its way into my throat, forcing itself upwards and releasing its energy as a loud scream, as I forced myself deep inside her. The sensation of my seed ejaculating into her overwhelmed me, my cock plunged in and out of her badly stretched cunt, spilling seed over her ass and the quilt. My seed kept spilling out, more than I remember ever seeing before leaving me gasping and moaning.

My body, drained and spent, I collapsed over the top of Chantelle, slippery with sweat , thanks to the fading afternoon heat. I slid off Chantelle onto my back breathing hard, opening my eyes I took in the scene, Chantelle beside me still on her stomach, my cum over her ass and thighs, sheets piled all around us and on the floor, the smell of sex permeating the entire room and lastly Kimberley and her father standing in the doorway...



Welcome Home



"Welcome home, honey!”

I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. It was all I could do not to lean against it and cry. I tossed my purse onto the recliner and sat down on the couch. As I slipped my feet out of my shoes, I looked up at my husband.

“Please, tell me your Mom has the kids for the weekend.”

“My mom has the kids for the weekend.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. The week had really drained me. I usually loved Jack’s happy-go-lucky attitude, but it was already wearing on me. If I didn’t say something now, I knew I’d blow up later. 

“Jack, can you tone down the happy a few notches?”

“Sure, babe,” he said, lowering himself to his knees in front of me. Jack is well over six foot tall, so even on his knees, he can look me in the eyes. At least, he can when I’m sitting. “Did you have a rough day?” he asked in a much softer voice.

“I’ve had the week from hell, Jack,” I said. I leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. “I don’t suppose you feel like spoiling me, do you?”

“Always.” The way he said it told me he was grinning from ear to ear. I had to smile. Jack is a lot like a puppy; he makes life a little frustrating, but he has ways of making up for it.

I opened my eyes and slowly ran the edge of my right foot up his inner thigh. My body went tight and hot somewhere slightly below my navel and very deep. Even after fifteen years, Jack can still make me hot and sticky. It’s one of the ways he makes up for his faults.

He was wearing jeans, very tight fitting jeans with nothing on under them. My eyes slid over his bare chest, his skin taut and tanned over nicely hardened muscles. The image of that chest working as he moved above me caught in my mind and I almost shivered. My toes nestled against his sac, slowly tracing the roundness of his balls under his jeans. 

“Have you been a good boy?”

He grinned. “I’m always a good boy, Ma’am. Especially when I aim to be naughty.”

I moved my foot so that the heel pressed against the base of his cock. Slowly curling and uncurling my toes, I teased it awake until it was throbbing hard and hot against the sole of my foot. The curling heat inside my pussy throbbed in response and I felt a moan building in my throat. I brought my foot up and around his hip, hooking it behind him and tugging him towards me. He got the hint.

He came to me slowly, letting the muscles in his arms and chest ripple. I swear he knows exactly how to make my body ache for him. My hands reached out and touched the warmth of his skin, sliding over his smooth and flawless surface as my feet drew up behind him, locking into the small of his back. Like water over marble, my hands moved up his chest and found the sides of his face, pulling his mouth towards mine.

His tongue was thick and warm as it slid between my lips. I closed my eyes and suckled it, loving the texture of it as he tasted my mouth. His scent, the clean scent of mown grass and turned earth and sweat, filled my nose and made my thighs pull at him harder. I consciously let all my inner walls down; let the hatred and anger of the week roll off of me, sucking his love into the void in my soul. Like a succubus, I fed off the love this man had for me. More than that, I took it as my right.

I felt his hands gently touch my knees and slowly slide upwards. The skin of my thighs was tingling from his touch. My pantyhose were an unwanted barrier, a prison keeping me from him. I had to pull back from his kiss and moan loudly when he tugged them down and off of me. 

Another smell joined his. The thick, musky smell of my desire rose from my pussy. Jack’s nose twitched and then the corner of his mouth lifted. If I wasn’t so horny, I would have hit him. Instead, I reached for his jeans, ripping them open and shoving them down to mid-thigh.

“I want you inside me, Jack,” I told him. My voice sounded thick and husky as I slid my panties off. “Give me what I need.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said softly, moving back into my arms.

He entered me easily, with a familiarity born of our years together. A single thrust of his hips pushed his cock to the hilt inside me. My head fell back in pleasure and I felt his mouth close on my throat. His hips moved against me in an easy rhythm. I closed my eyes and let him take me, my hands digging into his back.

Each thrust rolled the head of his cock against my cervix, bringing a gasping moan from my throat. My thighs worked with him, guiding him as he sunk into me so that each thrust sent a small jolt of electricity through my spine. I was panting, sweating, loving every moment.

“Fuck me, Jack,” I ordered. “Fuck me good. Make me cum.”

He bit at my shoulder, making me arch my back in ecstasy. Both of his hands clamped on my ass, pulling me towards him as he impaled me over and over. My pussy trembled and I knew that a few more thrusts would put me over the edge.

“Look at me, Jack,” I told him. I pressed both hands against his chest, digging my nails into his skin. “I want you to see me cum. I want you to see me enjoy your cock.”

His hips slowed a bit as he adjusted to the new position. “God, Kat,” he moaned. “I want to cum inside you.”

I slammed my hips at him. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare! You watch me cum, Jack! This is for me!”

Sweat was beading on his chest, slowly running down his belly. I knew how bad he wanted this release, how much he need it. I had spent a week slowly teasing him, building him up for this weekend. I could feel the extra hardness in his cock as he pushed into me.

“Say it, Jack! Tell me you won’t cum until I give permission!”

He gasped, almost choking. “I won’t cum! I promise!”

“Fuck me, Jack!”

We were both moaning, grunting like animals. Every time he thrust into me, a wet smack of flesh on flesh resounded. 

“Watch me, Jack!”

His eyes locked with mine. I saw him grinding his teeth as he fought to control his body. I felt a slow, hard pulsing start deep inside my pussy. The warmth swam outwards quickly, the pulsating gaining strength and pulling my whole body into a slow convulsion. I stared up at my husband as orgasm rolled over me.

I pushed away from him, letting his wet cock slip out of me. My legs were trembling as I pulled them up to my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the pleasure fill me and then spread my legs wide and pulled him back to me. He sunk inside my dripping pussy, wrapping his arms around me tight.

I licked the sweat on his chest and tasted his salt. I could feel his body tremble. He was so close. I could probably make him cum just by swiveling my hips. I denied him that release, though. Not yet, I told myself, not yet.



Welcome Home



It's been so long since we have been together. I spent the day making plans for our special night. I wanted everything to be perfect for our reunion. Once I have everything ready, I climb into the shower and pamper myself with a fragrant, sensual gel that I know you will enjoy. 

I hear you come in while I am drying off from my shower. I finish drying my body and wrap a towel around my long, wet hair before walking into the bedroom. Much to my pleasant surprise, you are standing there naked!

"Boy you sure got undressed fast. Are you happy to see me or something?" I ask you laughingly as I move into your embrace.

"Oh yes...very happy to see you, as you can tell!" You kiss my lips gently and press your body into mine. Your cock is rising hard between us and providing giving physical proof to your words.

Standing in your arms, just holding you close, feels so good to me. Your breath whispers over my ear as you nuzzle against my neck. I reach out with my tongue and slowly lick your neck...turning my head and tracing a trail to your lips. I tease you at first, tentative little kisses...then slide my tongue over your lips before dipping in to taste you. Your mouth is so hot...feeling your tongue sliding over mine as the kiss deepens sends shivers down my spine. I arch my body into yours, rubbing my nipples against your chest. My hips move restlessly beneath your hands.

I've waited all day to be with you and I am filled with need...but I have plans and some things will have to wait. I pull away from you and look into your eyes, asking quietly "Jonathan, do you trust me?"

"Yes." A single word, but it's one that fills me with such pleasure.

I take your hand and lead you to the bed, turning you and pushing on your shoulders so that you sit and then lay down beneath me as I continue pushing you back. I rub my body against yours...I can't help it...you feel so good against me. As you wrap your arms around me, though, I reach up and take your wrists and push them above your head. You ask me, "What are you doing?" I remind you that you said you trust me as I buckle your wrists into the straps that I had hidden beneath the pillows. I then pull a black silk scarf from beneath the pillow and blindfold you as well...kissing you deeply afterwards.

I slide slowly down your body, trailing kisses in my wake. I stop with your cock nestled between my tits for a moment and rub against you...you're already rock hard, showing me that you have no fears about what I am doing to you. I continue moving down your body, unable to resist a kiss to the head of your cock as I go. I kneel between your spread legs and slide two more straps out from under the blanket on the bed, securing your ankles and then using the ropes that I've attached the straps to the bed with to pull your legs wider.

"What are you going to do to me?" You question me with a bit of tension in your voice. I rise from the bed and walk back up beside your head...trailing my hand over your body as I moved. I lean over and kiss you again and tell you "I promise I won't hurt you, in fact I think you will quite enjoy this!"

I reach beneath the bed for a tray I had prepared while waiting for you to arrive and set it beside you. I then take the thick towel from the table next to the bed and slide it beneath your hips, asking you to raise them for me to do so. Climbing back onto the bed, I kneel between your legs, stroking my hands up and down your thighs. I feel you relax again and reach for the tray, picking up the pair of electric clippers that are plugged in and ready. When I switch them on you jump slightly.

"What is that?" You ask me with the returning tension obvious. "You'll see," I say with laughter in my voice, "it will be quite apparent in just a moment!" I take your cock gently in my left hand and pull it down as I apply the clippers to your very thick pubic hair.

"Oh my God!" You just figured out what I was doing. I carefully trimmed all of your hair very short, making certain that I don't miss any along your cock. The vibration from the clippers against your cock has it pulsing hard in my hand. Your balls have tightened and filled, making it easy for me to trim them. When I am satisfied with the results I turn the clippers off and use a feather duster to flick all of the hair off of you and onto the towel beneath you. Your hips rise as I flick the feathers up and down your cock.

"You like that, don't you?" I ask you in a teasing voice. "Mmmmm, yes!" Your response is all I need to make me continue teasing you with the feathers. I move them up over your belly and flick them over your nipples, watching with delight at how they harden from the stimulation. I lay the feather duster down and slide the towel from beneath you.

"I'll be right back." I walk into the bathroom and set the towel aside, picking up another. I then turn on the hot water and let it run for a moment before filling a bowl. I test to make sure the water is not too hot or cold and then carry it back to the room. I take the fresh towel and slide it under your hips, and then I kneel between your legs again and soak a washcloth in the water before laying it over your balls.

"What are you doing now???" 

"Trust me, please?"

I stroke your cock slowly while I wait for the warm, wet cloth to soften the hair on your balls. After a few minutes, I remove the cloth and slowly lather your balls with a rich shaving gel. Your hips are moving beneath my touch, enjoying the feel of my hands sliding over your slick skin. The vision of you lying there with my hands on you is just as stimulating for me as my touch must be to you. My thighs are slick with my juices.

With the first touch of the razor against your flesh, you quietly say, "Please don't cut me." I laugh gently and tell you "the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt you...then I might not be able to do everything I have planned!" Several strokes later, your balls are smooth as silk. I use the washcloth to rinse you, careful to get every bit of gel and hair off of your skin. I take the tray and bowl back to the bathroom along with the wet towel that was beneath you.

When I return I stand and watch you for a moment. Your cock is rising proudly from your well-trimmed body...your balls glistening pink beneath. Mischievously I pick up my camera and snap a few shots of you lying bound before me. "Hey!" You speak, laughing. I set the camera down and crawl over your body until I am lying full-length against you. "That is for later, so I can show you how good you look lying here." I then kiss you, rubbing my nipples against your chest, enjoying the sensation of your crisply curling hair. 

As the kiss deepens I slowly rotate my hips against you...your cock nestles against my warm, wet mound. I begin to thrust up and down, rubbing my clit up and down your smooth, hard shaft. "Release me?" You ask me between kisses. I slide down your body and take a nipple in my mouth before answering, "No." I swirl my tongue around your nipple, flicking it rapidly over the hardening peak, then take it gently between my teeth and bite down just enough that I feel you tense beneath me. Then I slowly, softly drag my tongue over it again. I move to the other nipple and give it the same attention while grinding my belly against your cock. I slide down between your legs and kiss your thighs, nibbling and sucking them as I make a path towards your balls. I grasp your cock in my hand and stroke it firmly, pulling it up so that your balls are tight beneath it. When my tongue first glides over your slick balls you groan with delight. I begin to tongue them heavily, swirling over them and then sucking them into my mouth one at a time. The slick, hairless skin moves so easily beneath my mouth...slipping in and out with no resistance. 

"Mmmmm," I mumble with your balls in my mouth. "I love the way you feel all nice and slick between my lips!" I devour them again, and this time when I release them my lips slide up the underside of your cock, coming to rest just beneath the head. I flick my tongue rapidly over the hard little ridge I find there. My tongue slides up and down the sensitive underside of your shaft a few more times, flicking at the head every time I pass near it, capturing the drops of pre-cum that crown it. Your hips are thrusting up and down.

"Tell me what you want baby." I trail kisses over your cock. You say "please."

"Please what?" I tease you, wanting you to tell me. You respond, "Please! Suck my cock!"

"Like this?" I wrap my lips around the head and swirl my tongue over it repeatedly, knowing how sensitive it is. "Yessssss!" You hiss the answer as you thrust your hips up, trying to drive into my hot, wet, hungry mouth. I slide my tongue down your shaft, licking and swirling, getting you nice and wet. The next time you thrust upwards, I allow you to penetrate deeply, sucking tightly as you begin to withdraw. I fuck your cock with my mouth, every few strokes releasing you from my mouth and licking or sucking your balls while I stroke your shaft with my hands. I run my tongue down your perineum and swirl it over your asshole, then back up to swallow your cock. 

I slide one of my hands down and stroke your wet balls...then down to circle your tight hole with my fingertip. I press against it gently, not sure of your response. You moan softly and raise your hips for me. I take that as a sign and reach for the lube that I conveniently left lying on the bed. I dribble lube down your ass while I continue sucking your cock, never letting the stimulation come to a complete stop. I want to keep you hot and eager. I slide my finger up and down your lubed ass, stopping and swirling it around your hole. You rotate your hips beneath my touch and I slowly, every so slowly, begin to slide my finger in.

Your cock is so hard now, the veins standing out on it. I flick my tongue over the head again, tasting the pre-cum that wells up. I use my free hand to stroke your cock and lick or suck it frequently, while I continue to gently penetrate you. I feel the beginning of the ridge in your ass, signaling that I have reached the spot that I wanted. I renew my attention to your cock and hungrily work to make you cum. 

I swallow your full length, the head hitting the back of my throat. Up and down your shaft my mouth sucks and slides. I'm holding the base tightly with my free hand while my finger buried in your ass begins to flick against your prostate gently. I feel your body tighten and your cock begins to swell in my mouth. I know you are close. You're mumbling incoherently at me as your body strains against your bonds. I feel the pulse begin in the base of your cock and push my finger hard against your prostate while I suck you deeply into my mouth. One more stroke from the base of your cock to the head and back down again and you explode in my mouth. I almost choke on the first jet of cum, it's so strong, but I maintain my control and suck you deep again, ready for the next...and the next. I have slowly removed my finger from your ass and am now cupping and squeezing your balls, encouraging every drop to shoot through your cock.

Your orgasm slowly recedes...I continue stroking my hot, wet mouth up and down your length...gently, so gently. I finally let your cock slip from between my lips, bestowing one more kiss on the head. I slide down the bed and release your ankles, then slither up your body to do the same at your wrists. The blindfold comes off last as I kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on my tongue. You wrap your arms around me and hold me tightly. I snuggle against you, loving the way it feels to be so close to you. 

"You're so incredible," I tell you. "I loved making you cum so hard."

You laugh softly, "Well I have to admit I enjoyed it too, though I'm not so sure about the haircut!" I raise myself just enough to look you in the eye and tell you "get used to it...I love sucking your shaved balls!"

"Oh yeah?" You ask me with an evil grin on your face and roll me beneath you.

"Yeah...I sure do." I kiss you heatedly as I feel your hardening cock pressing into my belly. You slide down a bit and suck one of my nipples into your mouth. My back arches as I press into your hot tongue, silently begging for more. I get lost in the sensations and don't realize you've raised my arms above my head until I feel the straps close over my wrists. I look at you as you rise up to straddle me and ask, "What are you doing?"

You grin and say, "It's your turn."

"My turn, hmmm?" I look up at you while you grin down at me. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Anything that you will allow." 

I smile up at you and say, "Well...I guess that means you can do anything that you can imagine."

"Anything?" You ask as you rub your cock against my belly.

I look deep into your eyes, searching, wondering what you are thinking. "Anything. I trust you completely...as I've never trusted anyone before in my life." I speak with a serious note in my voice, wanting you to understand that I am yours to do with as you wish. I know you won't hurt me and I trust you not to do anything beyond my limits.

You lean down and kiss me again, gently at first then becoming more aggressive as you read the excitement in my response. I arch my back to rub against you, loving the feel of your hard cock pressing into my soft flesh. I sigh softly as you slowly end the kiss. My eyes are still closed, savoring the taste of you on my lips, when I feel the silk scarf slide against my cheek. I raise my head so that you can blindfold me.

"I've never let anyone do this before." I say it quietly, thinking that you probably have a surprised expression on your face.

"Really? Why not?" I was right, and you are surprised. I hear it in your voice.

"Because they weren't you." Such a simple answer but it's the honest one. "I've never been able to trust someone enough until you. I was always afraid someone would hurt me...force me to do something I am afraid of."

"Do you want me to let you go?" You ask me with concern in your voice. At this moment any last fears that I could have possibly had disappeared. I felt my eyes grow moist beneath the scarf and smiled.

"No...please don't let me go. I want to experience everything with you, nothing held back"

"I'm glad," you whisper softly against my lips as you bend down again. "I've dreamed of sharing myself with you in every possible way." Your lips cover mine in a soul-stirring kiss. You thrust your tongue aggressively into my mouth and I devour it hungrily, sucking it deep and stroking my tongue against it. You slowly withdraw from my lips and kiss your way down my throat, then trail your tongue from the hollow of my neck to the valley between my breasts. You cup my full tits in your hands and nibble on my cleavage.

I arch and thrust myself into your face. "Suck my nipples! Please?" As your lips close over my left nipple I gasp and strain against the straps holding my hands, wanting to hold your head and press you tightly against me. You sense my need and suck my nipple deep into your hot, wet mouth and swirl your tongue over the hard peak. Your hand closes over my right breast and you begin to tweak that nipple between your fingers while you continue sucking and licking the other. I groan in delight as you give me the attention my body is craving...but while you slake one hunger you create more.

My hips thrust against you as the desire spreads lower. You gently bite my nipple and I shiver from head to toe. You release my hard, now thoroughly wet nipple from your mouth and blow a stream of air across it. 'Oh that feels good!" Then I feel you drag your tongue across my right nipple that you have been pinching and rolling between your fingers. "Mmmm...more!" I beg you to have your fill of my tits.

Within minutes, my nipples have become so sensitive to your touch that I jump slightly with every tweak, nibble, or flick of your tongue. You rise from my body and I moan, not wanting you to leave me. You lift my head and place a pillow beneath it. I feel you shift your weight as you move forward on the bed, your knees coming to rest on either side of my breasts. You are quiet and I have no idea what you are doing. Then I feel it! The sharp slap of your cock against one of my hard nipples! 

"Oh fuck yes!" I hiss my pleasure between clenched teeth as you repeat the motion several times. Then the smooth skin of your cock head rubs against me. I feel the slickness of your pre-cum coat my nipple as you slide your head around and around on it. I lick my lips, wishing I could taste it. You must have noticed because I feel your weight shift and then your cock is against my lips! I stick my tongue out and lap against the head, seeking out all of your juice. You hold it just far enough away that I can't wrap my lips around it, so I continue licking at it, swirling my tongue around it. 

I curl my tongue slightly and flick it up and down your slit, running it underneath and against the hard little ridge just below the head. You moan with pleasure and instinctively thrust forward. Yes! I suck your cock into my mouth with complete abandonment! I hear you laugh as you realize that I have you where I wanted you and I hum against your cock. You give me a little more, thrusting slowly as I run my wet tongue all over your cock. As you pull away, I can feel my saliva drip from the head.

You take your now slick cock and tuck it tight in my cleavage, grabbing my tits with your hands and pushing them tightly around you. You stroke between my tits slowly. It feels so good! I feel you bump my chin and open my mouth for a taste. You continue stroking, letting me lick the head of your cock every time it nears my lips. 

You reluctantly slide your cock out from between my tits. "This feels good, but I don't want to cum yet. I have other things I want to do first." You lean down and kiss me again then climb off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a minute." You laugh as you leave the room, making me wonder what you are up to, but I know I will enjoy whatever you come up with! I hear you return to the room and set things down on the table next to the bed. You sit down on the bed next to me and lean down to take a nipple into your mouth, slowly licking it to hardness again. You suck it in deeply for a moment and then release it by letting it pop from between your lips. 

"OH MY GOD!" I yell as an extremely cold object comes into contact with my hard, wet nipple. I arch my back and thrust myself against it. You swirl it around and I feel a trickle of wetness drift away, letting me know you are pressing an ice cube against my hot flesh. The ice cube retreats as your hot tongue replaces it. The contrast between the two has my head spinning but I am enjoying every second of the pleasure. You kiss and lick away all of the moisture from the ice cube and swirl your tongue over my nipple. I jump slightly as the ice finds my other nipple. It receives the same treatment much to my delight. I tell you in no uncertain terms how much I like what you are doing.

"That feels so good, baby! I love how hard the ice makes my nipples!" Your tongue finds my ice-cold nipple and warms it delightfully. Your hand trails the ice between my breasts and up my neck, coming to rest on my lips. You rub it back and forth for a moment and then slip it into my mouth. I suck it in and allow it to melt on my tongue. You lick your way up the path the ice left behind and finally reach my lips for another sizzling kiss. Your hands are on my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples again.

You sit up again and continue rubbing my breasts with one hand. You slowly work your way down my belly to my mound. You rub circles on it, teasing me. I wiggle my hips and spread my thighs in anticipation. I can feel the heat coming from my aroused pussy and am aching for you to touch me there. You stand up and walk around to the foot of the bed and crawl between my thighs.




Welcome Home



You run your hands up my legs, spreading them wider. You massage my thighs in small circles...moving ever higher. You spread your hands wide, encircling my pussy, stroking your thumbs up and down the outer edges of my labia. I strain to get closer to you, wanting more contact. You continue to tease me instead. Your fingers drift over my moist lips, tracing around them but never dipping within. You circle my clit but never touch it.

"Please?" I ask, my blood is racing though my veins...my clit is swelling with need without you even coming into direct contact with it.

"Please what?"

"Please...something...anything!" I thrust my hips up, wanting you to ease the ache.

"Tell me what you want." I can feel your breath drift over my hot skin as you speak.

"I...want...you...to touch me...lick me...fuck me!" 

In my distress I never notice your words are slurred slightly. You spread my pussy open with your fingers and I feel you breathing against my clit. I whisper, "please" again and you reward me finally. You close your lips around my clit and stroke it with your ice-cold tongue! You had obviously been sucking on an ice cube the whole time you were working your way towards tasting me! I shiver with the sensation and moan with delight. Everything you have done has set my senses on fire. I'm wild with hunger and thrust myself repeatedly against your exploring tongue and lips.

You grab my hips and hold me still as you trace your tongue around my labia, dipping between them occasionally to tease. You slide your lips over my clit again and again before finally sucking it deep into your mouth. I cry out in pleasure as you flick your tongue up and down my hard little pearl. I feel you tracing my wet lips with a finger and moan again.

"Stick your finger in my pussy!" You slide in just the tip. I groan and you suck harder on my clit. I thrust against you and you plunge your finger in my slick, wet pussy. "Oh yessssss! Fuck my pussy with your finger!"

You thrust your finger in and out deeply, never relenting in your attention to my clit. I can feel my juices flowing as you slide in a second finger. You slide them in deep and curl them upward slightly as you pull them back out. My hips buck as you find that oh-so-sensitive spot! You stroke in and out, teasing my g-spot with every pass...your tongue pressing harder as it slides over my clit. I feel myself tightening and know I am going to explode soon.

"Baby...you're going to make me cum!" 

You moan against my clit and never slow. My pussy tightens down on your fingers and you have to push in harder to continue. I'm thrusting my hips up and down, fucking myself with your fingers and tongue. I feel the first spurt of hot juice and then my pussy spasms. My clit pulses hard and I tense as I cum. You continue sucking my clit and finger-fucking me through my orgasm until you feel me begin to relax. Through it all I've been calling your name and telling you how good it feels! 

You slowly cease your movements and withdraw your fingers, licking up the juices that cling to my pussy. I feel you rise up and then your fingers are against my lips. I open my mouth and suck them inside, licking the moisture from them thoroughly. As you withdraw your fingers from my mouth, you replace them with your lips, kissing me deeply and sharing the taste of my cum on your tongue. 

"Mmmmm...thank you." I voice my pleasure at your sharing with me what you worked so hard to get. You lift yourself slightly and I feel your hard cock pressing against my pussy. "Oh my...I think there's more to cum!"

You pull the scarf off my eyes and ask me, "You think so?"

In response I rotate my hips, nestling the head of your cock against my slit and say, "Oh yes, I think so."

You thrust slightly and your cock head slid up to my clit. I giggled and wiggled against it. I love to have a cock head rubbed on my clit! You recall this apparently and rise up to kneel between my thighs. You take your cock in your hand and rub it up and down my wet pussy, teasing me. I look into your eyes and smile slowly at you. You grin back at me and hold the head of your cock against my clit. I wiggle my hips and you press it harder against me. 

"Do it." You know what I want...and you proceed to do as I ask.

You firmly rub your cock head up and down my clit from just above to just below. You move slowly at first then begin to get faster. I arch my back and you rub harder...faster. My eyes close as I bite my lower lip and my head tilts back. My hands are clasped tightly above my head, my fingers sinking into my palms. I groan out the words "oh fuck" and begin to laugh as the first shot of juice squirts from my pussy, coating your cock and making it slide faster up and down my skin. 

You continue for a few more strokes, splashing through my cum-juice as I continue laughing in pure pleasure. Then in one smooth stroke you bury your hard cock to the hilt in my hot, soaking wet pussy!

"Oh yes! Give me your cock, Jonathan!" 

My walls clasp you tightly in welcome and you groan as you begin to move slowly. I raise my legs and place my ankles on your shoulders, taking your cock even deeper in my pussy. You grab my hips and thrust hard into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure over and over. Your deep, hard strokes cause my pussy to spasm around your cock as I cum again. 

You quickly withdraw and tell me to turn over. I do as you tell me, crossing my still-bound wrists in the process. You tell me to drop my shoulders down with my ass in the air. My pussy is still pulsing from my orgasm as I wait for your next movement. You run your fingers through the juices covering my pussy and ass. Slowly you press a fingertip into my tight asshole, telling me to relax as I tense for a moment.

You know that I have been hurt before and have always been very careful when playing with my ass. You slowly slide your finger in a bit at a time and then begin circling it gently. As I completely relax, you start with slow thrusts. I feel cool liquid drip onto my ass and know you have added some lube. Your finger slides in and out easily now. You withdraw your finger slowly and then I feel something else against my tight hole. It's cold and hard. 

"What are you doing?" I ask quietly, wondering if I am ready for whatever you have in mind.

"It's a small anal plug. I promise I won't hurt you...I'll take it real slow."

You rub it around on my ass coating it well with lube and then gently press it against my hole. I feel it begin to enter and fight to keep myself relaxed while it stretches me. You do as promised and go very slowly. I feel myself stretch beyond anything that I had ever managed before but there is no pain, only fullness. There is a slight "pop" and it is in all the way. You rub my ass, massaging the rest of the tension away.

"Are you okay?" You ask me with concern in your voice as this is something you weren't sure I could handle.

"I'm fine baby, it doesn't hurt at all. You've prepared me well for this."

You slide your hands down to my pussy and find it still soaking wet and hot. You rub my clit gently and I begin to rotate my hips. The sensation of having the plug in my ass is strange but good. You rise behind me and press your cock against my clit, stroking it up and down my wetness. Within a few moments you have achieved your goal and have me hot and excited again.

You slowly slide your cock into my pussy. It feels really weird, having the plug in my ass as you fill my pussy. As you begin to move though, I find myself forgetting about the plug. I arch my back and your cock slides in to the hilt, bumping against my cervix. I love having you fill me so completely! You grasp my hips and begin thrusting in and out at a steady pace. My hands are pushing against the wall so that I can meet every deep stroke.

"I love it when you fuck me like this." I gasp out the words as I move faster. This position always makes me wild! 

"Do you? You like it when I fuck you hard and deep?"

"Oh yes! Fuck me as hard and deep as you can...I want to feel you explode in my pussy!"

You smack my ass with your hand and I buck against you, feeling you touch bottom again. You smack me again and I thrust back onto your cock. Smack, thrust, smack, thrust. You are controlling our rhythm with the spanking you're giving my ass cheeks. I feel myself begin to tighten again and I thrust harder and faster. You reach down my back and wrap my hair around your hand and pull me onto your cock hard.

"Fuck, Jonathan! Fuck my pussy hard! I want to cum on your cock while you shoot your load in me!" I speak the words fast, breathlessly. My excitement is taking control of me completely!

"Oh fuck!" You yell and begin to pound my pussy relentlessly!

We're talking to each other with nasty, hot fuck words. You're pulling my hair to hold me steady for your thrusts, but I still manage to arch my back and bang myself harder on your cock. I want it hard, hot, and wild! I feel you swelling as my pussy tightens down on your cock. The sensation of your hard cock getting ready to explode blocks all other thoughts from my head. All I want at that moment is for you to empty your balls deep within me! 

Then I cum. My pussy spasms so hard that it hurts! It's the kind of pain that extreme pleasure causes and I scream it out to you.

"Fuck me Jonathan! Cum in my pussy!"

You slam your swelling, pulsing cock into my pussy as you explode! I grind myself back against you, feeling each spurt of hot cum against my cervix. Your cock head is pulsing as you cum and I try to get it in as deep as I can so that I don't miss a thing. My walls are clasping and spasming around you, milking every drop of cum from your balls. My body is shaking as my orgasm is prolonged by the intense sensations we are sharing. I can feel your body twitching with each pulse of your cock.

"I have to lay down." Your voice is shaky. "I don't want to pull out though."

"Don't. Let me straighten out my legs and then just lay down on top of me."

We moved slowly. Neither of us could have moved fast if we wanted to! As your body came to rest on mine, you wrapped your arms around mine and twined our fingers together. Your cock was still deep in my pussy. Both of us were breathing hard, but it was such a wonderful feeling. My body was tingling from head to toe. I loved the way you felt lying against me...well...on me!

You kissed my shoulder and asked, "Am I squashing you?"

"Not at all...don't even think about moving." 

We lay there quietly as our bodies continued to pulse in the aftermath of our incredible orgasms. It's wonderful to reach so high together and be able to come back down together as well. My pussy twitched again around your cock and we both laughed.

"This is the good stuff."

I agreed with you. 



Welcome Home



I'll never forget the day my husband came home to me. He is in the Army and had been in Korea for a year on a hardship tour. It was the most difficult time of my life. The whole time he was gone it was like a part of me was missing. In truth something was missing...my heart. We've been together for seven years now, married for three, and it seems that we are both halves of the same whole. I came alive again the moment I saw him walking through the airport terminal towards me. This was before the heightened security after the September 11th attacks, but since it was 11:30 at night, no one was allowed in the terminal. He had eyes only for me that night. As soon as he stepped through the gate I was in his arms, vowing never to let go again. He had to let go of me only to greet his family, but I was never more than an arms length away from him at any time. Most of the time at the airport was a blur, as was the ride home in the back of my father's truck. I remember our hands wandering, but not being obvious because of his father in the front seat.

After we arrived home, his mother wanted to see him, naturally, so we had to wait even longer to do what we both needed to do. After what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, his mother went to bed and we were alone at last. 

I don’t remember who made the first move, all I remember is being in his arms, hugging, kissing, touching the places on him that I had been denied. And his hands weren’t idle either. He knows just where to touch me, when, how hard or soft. I can’t explain it; it is very rare that I need to tell him what to do. At first I was shy, after all it had been a year since he had seen me, even though he is my husband. It felt like it was our first time all over again. He sat down on the couch and had me straddle his lap. As he started to unbutton my blouse, the shyness really kicked in. I wasn’t sure if he would still be attracted to me. That was when he pushed his hips up to mine, and all doubts were erased. 

“Did you miss me?” he whispered huskily, as he pressed himself to me again.

I groaned. “You know I did” I replied before claiming his mouth again. “Did you miss me?” I asked him

“What do you think?” he said, as he finished off the last button, claiming my breasts at last. He knows how sensitive they are, he’s been able to make me cum just by teasing my nipples. We kissed hungrily, not being able to get enough of each other. But a growing awareness of where we were started to form in my mind, and I think he realized it at the same time. “Let’s go upstairs”. Let me tell you. That was the longest trip up the stairs I have ever made. We had to stop every few steps, just to touch, to make sure that this wasn’t another fantasy of ours. 

After what seemed like an eternity, we finally made it to our room. Ever the gentleman, he let me go in first, then he shut the door, locking it so our son wouldn’t disturb us in the morning. To this day, I don’t remember removing my clothes, or his for that matter. I just remember us coming together on the bed, hugging each other so tight, like we were never going to let go. Tears started to form in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that he was actually there with me. He just held me tighter, letting me cry it out, speaking the soothing words that I needed to hear from him, that he loved me, and missed me, and that he would never leave me again. He started placing kisses on my cheeks and my forehead, but when he reached my mouth, the kisses became hotter, more passionate. He slowly kissed his way down to my neck, taking a slight detour to the spot just behind my ear, the one he knows will make me melt. By the time he got to my breasts, I felt like I was on fire, I wanted to skip all the foreplay and go at it, but he would have nothing of it. 

“Let me tease you” he whispered against my breast. Now there was no way I could resist him, I never could. I just nodded and he clamped his mouth over my nipple, making me shoot off the bed. I was so lost in the pleasure that he was giving me, I didn’t notice his hand slowly working its way down my body, towards that special spot. He paused, noticing that I had shaved. He groaned, and then slipped his hand between my thighs. Just a light touch and I exploded, my first orgasm from someone other than myself in over a year. But he wouldn’t let up. His caresses became bolder, more demanding. I was not above begging at this point.

“Put your fingers inside me” I pleaded, writhing on the bed.

“No, there is only one thing that you’ll get inside you tonight” he grinned down at me, “Besides, I’m not done teasing you yet”.

“Dammit, I’ll do it myself if I have to”. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he took my hands and pinned them above my head, so I couldn’t touch myself. 

“Baby, do you still have that scarf?” I shook my head. “Damn, I guess we will just have to get a new one.” He used one hand to keep my hands pinned about my head, and the other kept teasing me, circling my clit, but never coming in contact with it. My moaning was getting louder. “Sshhh… baby, you’ll wake up the boy.”

“Then do something to keep me quiet.” His mouth swooped down to cover mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. He was never really into French kissing, and he hasn’t had a lot of practice, but to me he is a natural. I let out a little sigh, kissing him back with my whole being. After a few minutes of intense kisses, I broke it, feeling light headed.

“Sweetie…I need you.” He still said no, so I wrenched my hands out from his grip, and rolled away from him. 

“Where ya goin, hon?” he asked. I didn’t say anything, and I made him roll onto his back. I kept looking into his eyes, and when it dawned on him what I had in mind, the look he got was indescribable. I slowly leaned over, leaving light kisses on his body as I worked my way down. Once I got to my goal, I kneeled between his knees, stretching up for one last kiss from my love. “Oh, god, baby….don’t tease me…just do it.”

“Do what, dear?” I said with a grin. I settled myself between his legs once more, caressing and kissing the area around his penis. He was squirming, trying to get me to take it in my mouth, but I can tease too. As I exhaled on the tip, his buried his hands in my hair, and practically forced my mouth down. I didn’t fight him, that was what I had been waiting for. Slowly I sank my mouth down over his shaft, taking in as much as I could, putting pressure on it with my tongue as I rose back up. He stopped me right away.

“I can’t take it…I want you too much.” 

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked sweetly. He rolled me off of him and reached over for a condom. He was so frustrated, that he was having trouble opening it. I took that opportunity to grab hold of his dick, slowly rubbing it. He stopped fumbling with the foil packet, and closed his eyes with a look of pleasure drifting across his face. “You’re gonna have to stop, dear, if you want me to last,” he whispered.

“I’m just trying to keep you in the mood. But if you really want me to stop I will.” As I said that I dipped my head down for one last lick. He rolled on the rubber, pushing me on my back and entering me in one quick thrust. “Oh, god, I missed you…” I said. 

“Sshhh…you talk too much.” He tilted his head down and kissed me. We laid there like that for a few minutes, just kissing each other. Then he started to move. Our lovemaking started out slow, we wanted to make it last as long as possible, but the pent up frustrations from the past year got the better of us. We started moving against each other harder and faster, until he stopped. “I want you on top of me” he rasped. Not one to complain, I rolled over with him until I was on top, in what I believe is a favorite for both of us. Now he has never really told me, but the fact that that’s how we usually end up leads me to believe he loves it as much as I do.

I started to move my hips slowly, back and forth. He buried his hands in my hair, pulling my head down to kiss me, his tongue entering my mouth as he thrust up into me. I moaned into his mouth, moving against him a little harder. As I sat back up, his hands moved from my hair to my breasts, softly caressing at first, then as my sighs started getting louder, the pressure on my breasts increased. He started pinching my nipples, harder and harder, making my sighs turn to moans. I leaned down, kissing him on his neck, his ear, anywhere I could think of. It had been so long since we had been together, I had to keep reassuring myself that he wasn’t an illusion, all the while I was moving my hips, stroking myself against him. He slowed me for a second, only to move us both up on the bed, so he was in more of a sitting position. I grinned at him. I knew what he was doing. He knew it was the best way to make me cum more than once. He took my hands and placed them against the wall above my head. He put his hands on my hips, and I started to move again, using the wall to help force myself down on him, taking him inside me as deep as I could. 

“I missed you”, I whispered . He pulled me down for a kiss and took one of his hands from my hips to play with my clit. “Oh god….” As soon as he touched me, all logical thought was gone. Everything, every thought, every feeling was centered on the pleasure that my husband was giving me. He started to kiss my breast, taking the nipple in his mouth, causing me to cry out. As he covered my mouth with his other hand, I took one of his fingers in my mouth, lightly licking it, in the same way I had licked his dick. This caused him to press down on my clit, making me press down harder, my hips stroking against him faster, trying to cum. The feeling was getting so intense, I felt like I was going to explode. “I’m getting close” I rasped. 

“Cum for me” he breathed in my ear. “I need you to cum.” He went back to my nipple, licking and sucking at the hard bud that had formed. It felt like little electric shocks were running through my body. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any more, he switched breasts and started his attack on the other one. That put me over the edge.

“Oh, yes, baby…I’m cumming,” I moaned. All the pressure that had been building up let loose all at once, exploding in me like dynamite. I had never cum so hard in my life. I actually saw stars as the orgasm ripped through my body. 

As I started coming down, my hips slowed, but never stopped. My body was still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He still hadn’t cum yet, and in his mind I wasn’t done yet. He took his hand off my clit because it was just way too sensitive and put both hands back on my hips. He claimed my mouth again, guiding my hips back and forth. Even thought I had just had a really big orgasm, I could feel the tension forming again. As he guided my hips, I pressed down, rubbing my clit on his pubic bone. I took his face in my hands to kiss him, but he put them back on the wall. “I like it this way” he said huskily. “I want you to cum with me”. With that he kiss me, his tongue entering my mouth, mine sliding against it. Our bodies were straining against each other, both set on one goal. We moved against each other, faster and faster, as the feeling inside us built up, until it washed over both of us.

“I love you” we whispered in unison. “I’m gonna cum” he moaned.

“I wanna hear you” I told him. His hands made my hips move faster, his hips thrusting up into me, his dick sliding in and out. I knew he was getting close. I reached down and started playing with my own clit, bringing myself to the same peak that he was reaching. “Oh…yes…yeeesssss….baby, I’m cumming” I groan, as another orgasm flows through me.

“Ahhh…yeaaaa”, he cries with one final thrust into me. I keep my hips moving slowly, making sure that every last shot is milked out of him.

As our bodies calm down, the love inside us swells, and our kisses are once again gentle. I climbed off of him, and laid down next to him. After a minute or so he excused himself, to go dispose of the condom. When he came back, he got in bed with me, drawing me close to him. I put my head on his shoulder and my arm around him. He just held me, kissing my forehead every once in a while. It wasn’t long after that when sleep began to take over. We murmured words of love to each other, and drifted off to sleep, both fully satisfied and happy that we were together again. We were complete again at last.

This is dedicated to my husband, the man I love, admire and worship, the one who has more control over my body than I do. He is my hero and my best friend. I love you, Babe.



Welcome Home



I sit here thinking of you, and the feelings that you have created inside me wash over me anew. The love, hope, desire, and passion that you wrapped so carefully and handed to me that fateful day. You shared your true feelings with me for the first time and we were so close. A gift like no other, one that I will forever cherish and hold near to my heart.

I remember the feel of your hands moving over my body, the taste of your kiss, your breath as it tickled my neck. You spoke words of love and need, words that had the ring of forever to them. I remember how you gazed at me as your body moved towards mine. Slowly, savoring each moment. I recall the feel of your warm lips, pressed against mine in our first kiss, a kiss of promise that soon turned into desire. 

You took my hand, and led me towards your bed. We stood at the edge and our bodies and hearts entertwined. My body trembled as I watched your hand reach out and undo the top button of my blouse. My skin flamed with each touch of your hand as button by button you revealed me to you. I could feel the silk of my blouse skimming over my shoulders as your hands deftly pushed it down and off of me. I moaned out with passion as your lips came down to nibble on my neck, making my nipples instantly erect. Your hands reached up to cup my breasts as you kissed your way down my collarbone and I cried out as you gently bit me. I was breathing so hard, my heart pounding in my chest, blood rushing through my veins as every inch of my body begged you for more. Your hands slid back up, and around me unclasping my bra, freeing me for your greedy lips and hands.

I felt a tingle of excitement run through me as you licked your way down my skin. You cupped me, bringing me to your lips. My fingers ran through your hair and pulled your head deeper into me. Making you take more of me into your mouth. I arched into you as you moved from one breast to the other and made me die a million deaths as you lavished each in turn. Your touch excited me, made my knees weak, and made my panties moist. 

I watched as you knelt before me, pushing my skirt up my thighs, gasping when you saw the wetness that your attention had created. You looked up at me, eyes shinning brightly with desire as you said, “That’s my good girl.” I moaned, and spread my legs for you as I felt your fingertips grazing my folds. They were begging for your touch, swollen and puffy, slick with the evidence of my desire for you. You moved me so that the bed was behind me, and pushed me down gently, positioning me at the edge of the bed. You made love to me then, sweetly and softly, kissing gently my moist pink lips, tasting my essence for the first time. You moaned into me, and I died all over again as the vibrations made me cry out. Your tongue danced over me teasing my little hard nub into submission, bending me to your will. 

When I came, it was the sweetest release I’d ever experienced in my life, one that overtook me completely. I trembled and cried out your name as you held me against you, soothing my quakes until at last I lay spent in your arms. You kissed me again, a divine, hungry kiss and I could feel you hard against me. I watched as you stood up, slowly stripping for me. Revealing your magnificent body to me, I gasped as my gaze fell on your hardness for the first time. I’d touched it, held it inside me, imagined it a million times in my dreams, but nothing had prepared me for the glory that was you. 

I crawled to you then, reaching the edge of the bed and getting up on my knees. I kissed down your body, as you had done me only moments earlier. I made love to every part of you that was exposed to me. I drank you in, bit by bit as with my touch on you I realized the most fervent dream I’d ever had. I pulled you to me, taking you into my mouth, moaning at finally having you one of the places that I had always longed for you to be. I could feel you pulsing and throbbing against my tongue, and my desire for you mounted. I began to move you in and out, working over your hardness with licks from my eager tongue as you made love to my mouth. I felt you swell and harden even more and I moaned out again and reached to draw you near.

“Baby, If I don't feel you wrapped around me soon, I’ll die.” you say to me.

I look up at you, love and trust in my eyes. I know how you feel, because I feel the same way. You watch me, as I lay back, unfolding myself once more to your heated stare. I reach out my arms to you, and you lay atop me. I feel you hard and throbbing nestled between my legs and I writhe beneath you. I can feel you, pressing yourself against me, I shudder and as the peak of your manhood enters me, I die again only to be reborn as the rest of you slides into me, and I feel complete for the first time in my life. 

You begin to move in me, filling me over and over again. I move into you, against you, with you. We drive each other higher and higher, moaning against each other. Words of love, of completion, of fulfillment are murmured against each other's lips as together we seek release. You quicken inside me, and I know the time has come. The time to belong to you, the time to take you into me, and have you become a part of me forever. Our bodies move together in a frenzy, we cry out together and cling to each other. Both of us shuddering, you still inside me, I feel wave after wave of your seed bathing me inside and that sends me over the edge. My release is strong, milking you of every precious drop that you have to offer. 

We lay there joined, gently stroking each other back down to earth. You raise up on your elbows and gaze down at me lovingly. I smile at you as your hand brushes my hair away from my face. You lean down, and kiss me gently and lovingly. 

“Welcome home baby.”



Welcome Home



As the light turned green, I started thinking to myself what we would do when we got home. I was so happy to be with you again, after six long, agonizing months apart. But that was over now, and I was determined to make this a wonderful knight. 

We parked in our dirt spot, probably the last time we'd part the truck there since we were getting your new one the next day. I would miss it, but I looked forward to a new one.

We opened the door and stepped inside the cozy house that would always make me feel welcome. We walked into our room to find Meme on the computer talking to one of her many boyfriends. We all said our hellos and told a little about dinner while we kicked off our shoes. I looked over at you and smiled. God, I love you! I started walking out of the room, through you a final look over my shoulder, and headed to the bathroom.

I went inside and left the door cracked as I heard you talking to Meme some more. I pulled my low cut shirt over my head, leaving me in my jeans and a black lace bra. I took my hair down and brushed my fingers through it, leaving it slightly disheveled but making it easier to wash. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the door open a little more, and I felt your eyes on me. I smiled, letting you know I knew, but I didn't look over. I liked the "secret" feeling of it... being watched but "not knowing." I continued a light striptease, with my hands in my hair I let them slide down the front of my body to the button of my jeans. I unbuttoned it, and then slowly unzipped my pants. I then went again to messing with my hair, being a little silly with it, before I placed my hands at my hips and started pulling my jeans over my round ass. I stuck my butt out as I slid my jeans over it. And then, with knees, locked, pulled them all the way down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and then let my hands trace the curves of my hips and around to my back where I unclasped my bra and let it slide down my arms to the floor. I stood now only in a black g string. I walked to the shower and turned on the water so that it would be nice and hot when we finally got in. I then stepped again in front of the sink and mirror for a moment before I took off my thong the same as I had my jeans, and then walked over to the door. I opened it just a little more and glanced down to the slight bulge in your pants. Just seeing that alone got me a little tingly, for I knew I was the reason it was there. As casually as I would manage despite my growing excitement, I said, "care to join me, Babyboy?" and walked into the shower. 

I stepped into the water and turned around, letting it flow through my hair and down around my body. The feeling was heavenly, even though the water was a bit hot. I ran my fingers through my hair and I felt like the world had paused just so I could enjoy this. But there was so much more to come...

I opened the shower curtain only a little bit, just in time to watch you take your shirt off. I marveled at your chiseled back and shoulders, and looked into the mirror to see your well-defined chest as well. Scrumptious! You now stood in a wife beater, boxers, and jeans, looking so delicious I almost got out of the shower to undress you myself. But my curiosity to continue watching and the water massaging my back told me to stay.

You lifted your shirt over your head, and I could see your obliques and a small portion of your stomach. You then turned around, and were slightly startled but certainly not surprised to see I was watching. You knew all to well about my fascination both with watching and being watched. You stepped forward and gave me a gentle but promising kiss: promising of the pleasure I was soon to experience. This time you looked straight into my blue eyes as you let your jeans fall to the floor, leaving an unmistakable bulge for my viewing pleasure. "Those too," I said as you hesitated to take off your boxers. You smiled at me and let them slide down too, exposing your seven inches of happiness to me. I grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the shower, letting the water fall down your back. You tilted your head back and let the hot water run from your head to your toes. I slid my arms up around your neck and pushed your head gently down to mine and kissed you... kissed you with all of the love, passion, and longing I'd been wanting to express for seemingly forever. You kissed me back slightly harder, expressing that you felt the very same way. 

I stood on my tippy-toes for better leverage and kissed your lips all over, not really even giving you a chance to kiss back. I then sucked your full, soft lower lip into my mouth, sucking and licking it gently with my tongue. I felt your dick throb between us, and I couldn't wait to please him, too. You kissed me back and sucked my lip into your mouth, causing me to whimper in pleasure. I let my tongue slide out to lick your lips, and then you sucked it into your mouth hungrily. I broke from our kiss to slow down the passion again, and started kissing you lightly once more. I let my kisses trail your cheek and jaw line to your neck, stubbly from this morning's shave. I kissed, licked, and sucked up and down your neck, feeling you momentarily loose your balance a few times. I knew this was driving you crazy, and I could again feel your dick throb against my stomach. I kissed back up your neck to your lips and kissed you passionately, my tongue flicking in and our of your mouth. You kissed me back with just as much excitement, and then as I had done to you, you started kissing down my neck. With each jolt I felt make my pussy hotter I arched my back into you, expressing just how much control you had over my pleasure. Your kisses didn't stop at my collarbone, as had mine. You kissed lower, until you were painfully close to kissing my awaiting nipple. I arched my back, trying to force it in your mouth, for I couldn't much longer bear not to be kissed there. I put my hand around your neck and then pushed your head down, thrusting my nipple into your mouth. You pulled away and smiled at me victoriously, as if you didn't know you had such control over me. I begged you with my eyes to continue, and you all to happily obliged.

You kissed circles around my nipple and finally gave it an all to quick flick of your tongue. You then sucked it into your mouth and flicked it simultaneously, making me wetter and my pussy to throb and contract in anticipation. I moaned incoherently, and massaged the back of your head in encouragement. I slid my hands down your opposite arm down to your wrist, where I grabbed it and placed it on my other breast. With your mouth your were licking and sucking me and with the other hand rolling my nipple in your fingers, leaving me weak in the knees. I guided your hand lower, for my pussy wanted some satisfaction as well.

You took over quickly, and let your hand glide over my pussy without even sliding between my lips. You stopped your hand at my anus, leaving it there, as if in curiosity or waiting for a cue. I squatted down a little to force your arms to give my clit some of the attention is so dearly wanted, but you were wise to my trick and saw it coming. You let your finger slide from my asshole forward, gently spreading my lips without touching my hole or clit. I was almost to the point of anger, and so I reached down and forced a finger inside me. I pulled my hand away, and this time I thought I was going to hit you. You slid your hand out of my dripping, throbbing pussy and then calmed me by moving your kisses from my nipple to my stomach, and then lower. You dropped to your knees into a crouching position, and placed my foot on the wall of the bath tub. You put your finger back inside me, only an inch though, and the pulled it back out. You did the same again, only this time two inches. Finally, though I though it might never come, your tongue found my clit and you flicked it quickly. I felt my pussy grip your finger as you did this, asking for more. You started fingering me faster, and let your tongue slid up and down my clit in long, soft strokes in time with your finger. "Ohhhhhh..." I moaned, becoming lost in my ecstasy. You reached your finger still deeper inside me, reaching my G-spot. The pressure you put there made my pussy feel hotter, and it seemed you connected an invisible wire from my clit to my pussy. I could feel the heat inside me becoming more intense, and the pressure was building as well. "Oh... baby, I'm getting so close..." I muttered to you. Encouraged, you pressed harder on my G-spot and faster with your tongue. "Unghhhh..." I moaned loudly, not caring whether or not Meme heard us. I put my hand to the back of your head and both massaged it and pushed it into my pussy, trying desperately to release the tension in my clit. You moaned to me in surprise, and the gentle vibration was all I needed to send me over the edge. 

As if a flash of lightning, all the energy in my body raced in waves to escape through my clit. I moaned and breathed loudly, becoming lost in my release. I felt my pussy tighten with each wave, as you continued to finger me and lick my lighter and lighter. My knees were know shaking, and once I was back on earth I felt I was going to fall. you stood up quickly to embrace me, your dick growing hard again at the sounds of pleasure I had made. I let you hold me, for I didn't yet feel I could do it on my own. 

"Baby..." I spoke softly as I felt you kiss the top of my head. Your skin was warm and so damned soft, I felt like I could fall asleep right there. But I had work to do... the most fun, enjoyable work in the world. I back up half a step, able to support my own weight, and smiled at you. "Thank you," I said simply, as if all you had done was hold open a door for me. You smiled down at me and kissed me, telling me this knight was definitely not over. I kissed you back, finally feeling control over my body. I lowered my hands from around your neck to around your waist, and watched lovingly as you tilted your head back into the hot water.

Perfect, I thought, as I quickly dropped to my knees and engulfed your half hard dick into my mouth. You gasped, both surprised and pleased. I sucked on you quickly with determination to make you hard in record speed. It wasn't difficult.

I sat back and admired the seven inches of bliss in front of me, and then kissed him again. I stared working my saliva down your shaft with my hand. I then put both hands on your dick and stroked it forward and back, but I rotated my hands in opposite directions. I worked my hands over you at a medium pace. And then slowly squeezed out some delicious precum. "Mmmmm..." I moaned before I licked it into my mouth. I then put the head of your dick into my mouth so that the rim of your head was just inside my teeth. I started sucking your head as if it were a pacifier, still working my magic with my hands. You began to moan a little, a sign to me that it wouldn't be long before you had your own release. I started working faster, until I felt you start thrusting yourself into my mouth. I dropped my left hand and went even faster, allowing more of your dick into my mouth without so much pressure on your head. I felt you quiver and then I felt hot come shoot to the back of my throat. "I'm coming!" you warned me, all to late. Already I was pumping your come into my mouth and swallowing it ravenously. I felt you quiver again and slowly let your dick out my mouth. I kissed your head lightly, and stood up. This time it was you who was weak, and so I supported you before you fell to the floor. 

The water was much colder now, but we stayed in anyways as we had yet to shower. I grabbed the shampoo and put a little in my hand and stepped to you. I stood on tippy toe again as you ducked down so I could wash your short brown hair. 

"You know I still want to dye it red," I told you as I massaged your scalp. 

"I know," you responded, and I heard the smile in your voice. We washed and rinsed each other's hair and I picked up my loofa sponge and put a little body wash into it and then worked up a rich lather. You moved over to the far side of the shower as I washed you, scrubbing a little hard, just the way you like it. I put extra lather in my hand as I washed your dick, claiming it was especially dirty. You laughed at my childish antics, reminding you of why you loved me so. 

I turned you around and scrubbed even harder on your back, and then your butt and the back of your legs. Putting the soap on my own arm I reached between your legs from behind to grab and play with your dick. It was soft, but still sooo much fun to play with! 

"The mysterious invisible hand!" you exclaimed, laughing and looking down at the hand between your legs. I giggled before standing back up to rinse you off. 

I rinsed out the sponge and then handed it to you. "Your turn!" I said, smiling. You put some soap into the sponge and worked up a lather and began to wash me as I had done to you. Once you finished, you started rinsing me off and then turned me around to rinse my backside. As you did this, I placed my hands above my head on the wall, arched my back, and stuck out my ass. You reached your hand down to quickly and teasingly finger my pussy, making my head drop and an unexpected moan escape my throat. 

"You know what that does to me," you told me as you continued to tease and finger my still sopping wet pussy. 

"I know," I responded coyly. "And I like what it does."

Hearing enough, you slid yourself into me from behind as I stepped up on my toes again. "Ohh!" I exclaimed upon entrance, loving this angle. The oral pleasure we had given each other had been very loving and gentle, but know all I wanted was to be fucked, and hard.

You grabbed my hips and started pulling me onto your dick, and I started pushing back against you, craving every inch to be inside me. I started moaning and half screaming, my breathing very shallow and loud. "God... yes! Oh God..." I managed to say between your thrusts. 

"You like that?" you asked, knowing the answer.

"God, yes, Josh! Harder!" I responded, feeling weak and powerful at the same time. You replied by thrusting yourself into me harder, your balls slapping wonderfully against my pussy. I continued to moan to you and then told you to grab my tits. You did so, and then used them to pull me onto you. I was now lost in the throes of passion, pounding myself against you. I heard you cry out and then trust yourself deep inside me, releasing yourself for the second time tonight. You pumped yourself into me two more times before you pulled out and collapsed on my back, wrapping your arms around me. I dropped my head low, struggling to catch my own breath, recovering from our passion. You stood up finally and turned me around. My chest was still heaving, but more controllably, as you kissed me gently. I kissed you back and then hugged you tight, as if to hold you forever in my arms. 

"Well... are you done?" you asked me with a smirk, sort of suggesting more. 

"Oh yes... for now, I'm done, Babyboy," I replied and turned off the water that was now cold. We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off , grabbed our clothes, and headed to the bedroom.

The cool air felt good on our hot skin as we shut the door and dropped our towels. I grabbed mine and thrashed it through my hair to help it dry off some. I ended up with disheveled, messy hair, that alone seemed to tell of what we had just done. I walked over to the bed and crawled under the welcoming blanket as you turned out the light to join me. I snuggled up close to your warm, naked body, and reveled in the feeling I had missed for so long. I fell into a sweet, deep sleep that I hadn't been able to experience in a long time.



Welcome Home



There she stood at those gates again, the thick fog hiding most of the ground from her view. The last time she had come to the house she was a child and swore never to return. There were a few things that had brought her back; for one she heard the master was dead. Secondly she was much stronger now and had a mind of her own. Tonight it was made up!

She moved through the gate cringing as it made a loud squeak from lack of use. No one ever came here any more. The castle of olde as some called it. Others called it the place of death. To her, it was just a stumbling block she had to get over if she ever wanted to free herself from the fear.

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Hearing the creak of the front gate he went to the window and found her standing there, his chylde had finally returned after swearing he would never see her again. There she was walking back to him, and his home. His dark midnight blue eyes watched her every graceful step. He had taught her well before she left him. Now that she returned punishment would follow.

His eyes found her bosom lifted beautifully in the corset that hugged her upper body tight and the full skirt only added to the effects of her beauty. She was his most lovely creation and she had been taken away from him for far to long now.

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She had reached the door with the old brass knocker, but she didn't knock. Her fragile hand instead reached out and worked the latch as she pushed her body against the door. The door slowly swings open to show her the inside corridor. It was dusty and dark, just as it always had been. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she closed her eyes remembering so long ago how Derek had taken her innocence in every way possible and made her his dark beauty.

She didn't walk down the corridor, instead she went straight for the steps and went to her old room. It was her absolute favorite room in the place. The view was beautiful at night, the moon shining down on the lake, that lake that she lost her virginity in so many centuries ago.

Once she walked into the room she gasped out loudly seeing him there. Derek smiled and held out his hand to her motioning her to him "Welcome home my dark angel. Come to me dearest" she would shake her head a little then couldn't resist and she walked to him into his embrace. She needed to feel his cold lifeless arms around her once more, holding her, and caressing her.

Derek smiled his lucid smile and caressed her hair pulling it from the updo by pulling a few pins and he kissed her. His fangs piercing her lip as he kissed her and he sucked the blood from her lip as his tongue was slowly given access to her mouth, to caress and explore his long lost chylde.

"Amanda... You've finally returned to me"

"Yes, m'lord. I could stay away no longer"

Amanda smiled at him and she slowly pulled at the laces of her corset, loosening it until she was able to pull it away and she watched him, she could feel the bulge beginning to grow in his pants as if it were her own and he could feel her wetness and fire as if he were in her body.

Derek couldn't wait any longer. He ripped the rest of her clothing away then his own until they were both naked and he threw her down onto the bed before he would slip down on top of her.. There were no words needed to be spoken, he knew she wanted it just as bad as he did. He could smell her secretions, even taste her sweet nectar in the air.

Amanda looked up at him and smiled her seductive smile. The one that had stolen him in the first place so long ago on that rainy night when he took her virginity then her soul and made her the dark angel she is. She slid her knees over his shoulders and pulled him to her "Take me Derek, Let it be again as it should be between us!"

Derek nods and obliged, there wasn't much coaxing needed as he pulled her by her hips towards the bottom of the bed and began hammering his long cock into her juicy cunt. He didn't give her a chance to get used to his 12 inches he just gave it to her hard and rough. 

Amanda cried out, it had been far to long since she felt a man splitting her loins, and it was that in which he was doing stretching her unused pussy out like no other ever has or would even think about. The pain was pleasure, even when she felt her inner folds rip a little and felt her warm blood mixing with her secretions. The scent of blood driving her nearly insane..

Derek smirked smelling the blood and he pounded her that much harder "You've been such a bad girl Amanda, you know better than to run away from me chylde" he continued to rip into her with his rod. Making her cry out from the pain and the pleasure and he would keep on until she began to try and get away, squirming backwards on the bed. He had a firm grip on her now and kept pounding her until he began to spurt his seed inside her.

Amanda's cries of pleasure turned to screams of pain feeling him rip her pussy open. She tried wiggling away but he would pull her back and impale her that much harder. When he finally did slow and come to a stop after cumming over and over inside of her, tears were streaming down her eyes, and she watched him slide out of her then go down on her.. She jerked feeling his tongue lapping at her wet slit and begged for mercy from her master "Please, Derek, please no more!!!!"

He just grinned, he wasn't done. His tongue would continue working around her bloody gaping hole. She didn't get to have an orgasm, he was to rough for her to enjoy it. Which he did purposely. Now the punishment was over and he was feeding from the blood and mixed jizz inside of her.. His tongue lashing and ravaging her deeply while he worked his face around in her cunt. It was his nose that kept bumping her clit and making her cry out.. Before he knew it she was having her first orgasm, which he would prolong, it only made her ripped walls hurt that much more. Once he was done devouring her he looked up and grinned once more. "Welcome home my chylde."



Welcome Home



You come home from work some night, and we are all alone. I greet you at the door with a hug and a kiss, and take your hand. Leading you to the living room, I stand you in the middle of the floor where there is a pillow waiting. Kissing you hotly and deeply, I reach down and start to undress you...pulling off your shirt and caressing your chest. Slowly I kiss my way down across your stomach and stop so I can undo your pants. You are excited, as your cock has already started to grow and I can feel your bulge beneath my firm touch.

Quickly, because I am already excited, I unzip your pants and pull them down to your ankles. Feeling your dick through your boxers, I straighten up and kiss you again. You reach for my tits, and I tell you no – you are allowed to look, but not touch. Tonight, I just want to pleasure you. I touch them for you, pulling on my hard nipples and bringing one to my own mouth licking it and pinching it. I look down and can see that you are very hard now and decide to release your big cock from your shorts. As I pull them down and have you step out of them, your cock brushes my cheek and twitches in anticipation, leaving a wet droplet on my face. I smile up at you and slowly lick my full lips, leaving a wet shine on them.

Kneeling on the pillow, with my big breasts swaying free, I look up into your eyes as I grasp your firm cock with my hand, and lick it from the base to the tip. Your eyes narrow as a groan of pleasure escapes from your lips. Fondling your dangling balls with one hand, I circle the tip of your rigid shaft with my tongue, making sure you can see every move my hot mouth makes. My pussy starts to get damp as I run my mouth all over your cock, then reach underneath and lick your balls. Boldly I suck one, then the other into my mouth, gently sucking and swirling my tongue all over their fullness. I think about what they hold for me and moan in pleasure, as I can't wait to feel their hot nectar on my body. It's hard to tease you so slow, but I keep my own greediness in check and continue to mouth them for a couple minutes as I run my hand up and down the length of your cock.

Bringing my attention back to your manhood, I take the tip of it into my mouth and sink my lips further and further down your shaft, taking as much in as I can. I ride your dick with my lips, faster and faster, as you hold my head with your hands and signal me when you want it faster or slower. I love it when you take control, even when I am pleasuring you. Then I wrap my one fist around the base of that big dick and stroke it, while I suck the top with my hot lips and fondle your sac with the other hand. I'm getting very wet by now, and moaning with pleasure. The vibrations that you can feel from my moans excite you further and you urge me on by telling me how good my mouth feels. How hot and wet I must be myself from sucking on you. You know I am, and how I love to be talked dirty to, during sex of any kind. It spurs me on to suck harder and faster, to bring the ultimate pleasure to you.

I reach back with one hand now, and feel along my wet slit...it's so wet I can feel the dampness along the outside of my pussy lips. I touch my clit and moan louder...you feel so good in my mouth that I want to cum with you. Reaching under the edge of the pillow I take out a long slender vibrator that is tipped slightly at the end. It's a new toy that you didn't know I had...and reach under my cunt with it, touching it ever so slightly to my ready lips. Mmmmmmm...the vibrations just about drive me wild and I suck, lick and nibble my way up and down your cock, getting hornier by the moment. You feel so good in my mouth. I want to show you how much I love you and how much I love sucking you off.

Slipping the tip of the vibrator into my now very wet pussy, I stroke it back and forth a few times, then find my clit and hold it there. I'm sucking hard on your cock now, moving my hand firmly and rapidly on the base, in unison with my mouth and you are groaning and holding my head on it. I love being between your legs giving you pleasure; it makes me wet just thinking about it, and very hot writing about it. I start to rub my now hard hot clit with the tip of my toy, and I know that between that and sucking that big fucking cock of yours I'm going to cum soon.

I stroke your shaft faster as it's very wet from my mouth now, and rub my pulsating clit faster with my toy...I can feel my orgasm building and know that yours is close as you tense and your head falls back. Moaning frantically, I cum hard...and feel a rush of wetness as my pussy contracts in an intense, long, wet orgasm. Knowing that I've cum, you allow yourself to, releasing my head and pulling your cock out of my mouth. I stroke your hard shaft a couple times and your hot juice sprays onto my waiting breasts. It feels so good landing on my creamy tits and I moan, knowing how good your release must feel. I pump you with my hand gently until I know you are finished, and give your dick one last, loving lick. We collapse together and hold each other close, just enjoying the feel of our hot naked bodies pressed into each other, and the love that we feel when we are together. Welcome home honey. 



Welcome Home



“Well don’t you just look like a Chinese finger trap” my father said with a chuckle from the doorway of my room. I was naked and on all fours on the floor with Derek’s cock in my mouth as he sat on my bed, and Simon plowing me from behind. Derek and Simon are my older brothers home for the long weekend from college. Dad came into the room and sat on my computer chair to watch.

“Damn dad, she sure does know how to suck dick!” Derek said.

“I’ve been teaching her a few things while you two were away son.” Dad said with an approving nod towards me. I gave him a wink as a response, after all it is impolite to talk with your mouth full. 

Simon grabbed my hips firmly and started to really slam his rigid dick home into my wet pussy. I was moaning with my mouth still around Derek’s member. Simon’s pace quickened and he was moaning more and more. “Oh fuck Stacy” he panted “you sure do feel good.” 

“You gonna blow your load in her bro? Come on, I don’t want any sloppy seconds.”

With a pop I pulled my mouth off of Derek’s dick and said “I’ll handle this D. I don’t want this to get too messy either.” I turned around and in one quick gulp I had Simon’s cock all the way down my throat. My tongue slid around the underside of his shaft and licked his balls as his head slid into my throat, Simon grabbed the back of my head and held me there as his cum exploded down my gulping throat. He moaned and writhed as I swallowed every last drop of his seed. As I felt his dick begin to go soft I heard Dad’s jeans fall to the floor.

“Now come over here darlin’ and help your pop get it up.” I crawled on all fours over to where my dad stood and knelt in front of him. Dad has one of those barrel-dicks. The kind that isn’t long per-se, but very wide. His head is huge and it flares out a lot. I was on my knees as he tenderly stroked my long blonde hair. “Such a good girl you are Stacy. Make Daddy feel good and I’ll give you a treat.”

I took dad’s cock in my mouth softly at first, just rolling my tongue around the head and flicking the slit with the tip of my tongue. He started to grow harder and harder as I teased him until he was pointing his stiff pole right at me. I took his meaty shaft in my hand and stuffed as much of the head in my mouth as I could. I let my saliva make everything slippery and tried to give dad the best blowjob I could. He moaned with pleasure as I sucked him with wet slurping noises and aggressive hand action. Pre-cum oozed out of dads cock and I licked it up greedily. 

“I have an idea Dad.” I heard Derek say from behind me. I looked and saw him lie on his back on my bed. “She needs to learn how to take two in her at once.” 

“Good one D.” Dad cheered. “Go ahead and get on top of your brother Darlin’. I’ll be right back.” And Dad left the room with a spring in his step. I did as he said and walked to the bed and climbed aboard. I straddled Derek and aimed his stiff prick at my now dripping snatch. I guided him in as I slid all the way down his pole. He moaned loudly as I bottomed out on his cock. I ground my hips back and forth feeling his head rub my G-spot as his pubic hair teased my clit. He reached up and grabbed my tits in his big hands and squeezed them hard. He pinched my nipples as I started to ride up and down on him. The bed was shaking and he was moaning as I fucked my older brother. Then I heard the door open and Dad came back in with a bottle of vegetable oil.

“Now you just relax there Stacy, this may take a little getting used to.” He said with another of his famous chuckles. “Lean forward and try to keep that pretty little ass of yours in the air with Derek in you.”

I was scared because I knew what would happen. Dad was going to grease up his monster cock and shove it all the way up my tight little ass. I looked down at Derek for a moment and he smiled with re-assurance. Then I felt a cool sensation as oil was poured down the crack of my butt and rubbed over my asshole. The cool slipperiness of it felt good, and when Dad started to rub his finger around the hole I moaned and wiggle against it. “Put a finger in Dad.” I said over my shoulder, and he did, slowly, and carefully, but deep and firmly pressed. I moaned as he spread my virgin ass open with one, then two of his chubby fingers. I was wiggling against Derek’s cock as Dad fingered my asshole. “I’m gonna cum Dad!” I said as sweat beaded on my forehead “put it in me.”

“Sure will Darlin’.” Dad said as he got on the bed behind me. His head spread my anus open to the point that I cried out with the pain of it, but pushed back against him at the same time. I felt so full, my brother dick deep in me, and my Dad’s beefy pole sliding slowly and surely up my ass. 

“Now hold still Stacy.” Derek said, and he started to slide in and out of me, Dad did too but opposite of Derek. As Derek slid out of my pussy Dad shoved his monster deep in my ass. I was on fire. I came hard and felt my pussy and ass clench around two hard cocks. They kept right on fucking me, harder and faster with each stroke. Dad’s strong hands held me tightly as he drove into me and Derek squeezed my nipples. Finally I felt Dad’s cock start to swell and he burried himself deep in my ass as he came. I screamed with pleasure as Dad shot load after load in my ass, and my moans drove Derek over the edge as he pumped his own wad deep in my pussy. I just stayed there feeling the warmth of their cum in me and felt them go soft from the exertion. 

I never complain when we have a long weekend at home.



Welcome Home



Sunday, November 28, 2004

Michael called from the airport earlier than when he was expected in so we sent Simone, Monica and Katrina to retrieve him from curbside.

It's about a 20 minute drive from where we are to the airport so it would be a quick trip there, but a longer drive coming back as Monica and Katrina had a special gift to give to him for the ride home.

In speaking with Simone, who was the driver of the truck. We had along with the help of Tyson and Bart removed the middle seats of the Suburban so that all there was, was the wide-open middle with the back seats. We laid out a blanket on the floor.

Simone had told me that when they pulled up alongside Michael who was standing at the curb, Simone got out in her short miniskirt and heels and helped Michael load his bags into the back of the truck then told him to get into the back seat were a surprise was waiting.

Michael climbed up inside as Simone closed the door behind him. She came around and got into the drivers seat. Once situated, she put it in gear and told Michael that they were going to take the long way home.

As they pulled onto the highway, both Monica and Katrina welcomed him home with a kiss on him then with each other. As they settled on the blanket. They slowly peeled away each others clothes and climbed on each other.

As Michael sat there, they proceeded to climb into a 69 and pleasure each other. Simone said she heard lots of licking and slurping sounds, moans and hums.

She looked in the rear view mirror and saw Michael sitting there watching the two of them. She couldn't tell if his cock was hard or not but I'm sure it was. 

Simone took her time driving around as the lesbian show took place on the floor behind her. She said that she had to slip her fingers under her skirt and between her thighs to rub herself as the sounds were incredibly erotic. 

She said after Monica and Katrina had their respective orgasms, they moved up to Michael and pulled his pants down and went to work on his stiff cock. They took turns sucking him or both tonguing his shaft at the same time. 

Simone said she pulled over into a rest stop overlooking the highway. She said she turned around in her seat to watch Monica with his cock in her mouth as Simone was tonguing his balls. Simone was already turned listening to the sounds and fingered her pussy to her own climatic orgasm. 

She wanted to be back there sucking on him too but knew she was there to drive and that she would get her turn at him when they came back to my house.

Simone said she started up the truck and took off towards home. She could hear Michael moaning as 2 sexy women took turns sucking his shaft. 

As Simone neared the house, she said that Michael moaned out as she heard Monica telling him to cum for them. She said Michael was telling them to suck his cock just as he started to cum. 

She heard Katrina saying 'oh yeah, that's it, coat her face' as Michael exploded in Monica's mouth making her swallow the first stream of sperm before Katrina pulled his cock from her mouth and jerked it onto her face. 

She looked back and saw Katrina cover his head with her mouth to take her share and began bobbing on him. Monica was pumping his shaft in her hand milking what she could from his balls as Katrina sucked him down.

Simone pulled up to the driveway and opened the gates. As she pulled up in front of the house. The girls were licking his cum from each others faces and their hands. Sucking his cock clean, they turned to him and told him that a surprise was waiting for him.

But that they were to blindfold him first and cuff his hands behind his back. He agreed knowing that something was up as he had read the postings in the group prior to leaving the mainland.

They helped him out of the truck and to the front door. Once inside the door, I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips and welcomed him home. Each girl after me gave him a kiss and a hug.

Tyson and Bart remained silent as they sat on the sofa. Monica led him to the recliner and set him in it. She then went to work on unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his pants off him. She grabbed the base of his cock and held it up saying he fired off one load already.

With that, Simone knelt between his thighs and took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him. She never used her hands as she only used her tongue, lips and mouth to engulf his cock. His cock was rock hard in no time. 

Simone licked the head like a lollipop before covering half his length with her mouth. She pulled up off his cock slow then when he was out of her mouth she moved away.

Rachel then moved over and took her place and began kissing the head before taking him into her mouth and sucking him. Again, she didn't use her hands. She moved her tongue over the head, around and licking the underside. Tonguing his ball sac then engulfing him again.

Sucking him hard as air would get between her lips and his shaft and a loud suction sound would echo the room. She sucked him for about 5 minutes before moving off him.

Lourdes turn but she held onto his cock as she lowered her pussy onto him. She was facing me as she pumped up and down on his cock. Never moving completely down on him but taking half his length into her as she worked her legs up and down.

She rode him for about 4-5 minutes before moving off him. I asked him if he wanted to cum yet or should the tease continue. He said whatever happens and that he was enjoying the various sensations.

His cock was so hard that the head was a deep purplish red. I knew he wanted to cum but I also knew he was enjoying himself. 

Next up were the twins, Shayla and Sharla. 2 sexy as hell blondes who look alike but aren't related. Shayla began sucking his cock as Sharla positioned herself off to the side. She took his head in her hands and turned his head towards her.

She moved in close to him and she told him to stick his tongue out. As he did so, she pressed her shaven pussy against his mouth. She moved her body so that her pussy lips rubbed across his tongue as he held it out. Sharla kept moving her hips over and over his tongue giving her some pleasure.

Shayla and Sharla then changed positions with the other taking over for the other. They both worked him over pretty good before moving off of him. 

Simone then moved to him and slid her pussy down onto his cock, Michael asked who is riding him now but nobody said anything. I told him there would be a quiz after and he had to say who did what to him and that he had to get at least 3 right in order for the handcuffs to come off.

Tyson got Katrina's attention and had her crawl over to him. Seeing her crawl across the floor with her heels pointing back looked very erotic. She crawled up between his thighs and took his long thick cock between her lips and began sucking him slowly.

Watching Katrina doing this, Bart motioned for Rachel who was busy fingering herself while watching the twins devouring Michael. She strolled over to Bart and knelt between his thighs and took his cock into her mouth and began sucking while she continued rubbing her pussy.

She brought herself to orgasm then really began bobbing up and down on Bart's cock. He was watching her mouth clasp around his shaft as she pumped him in her hand while sucking the head. Bart looking around seeing everything going groaned out and filled her mouth with his seed.

Rachel swallowed it all never pulling off his cock once until he had given her everything she could draw from him. She pulled his cock out of her mouth as clean as when she put him in.

Katrina was taking her time on Tyson though, he was watching her sucking him then would turn his attention to Michael whom being eaten by both Sharla and Shayla.

I was sitting in the recliner rubbing my pussy when Lourdes came over and knelt between my opened thighs and began licking my wet pussy. She tongued my entrance then sucked hard on my clit. Biting at the hard nub as she brought me to orgasm. 

Michael who at this time was thrusting his hips wanted to cum himself as his body movements indicated. I told the twins to take him as they would alternate between themselves. Sharla had his cock in her mouth just as Michael began to cum.

Sharla took the first couple of bursts before Shayla pulling his cock into her mouth to catch the remaining bursts. Both shared his hot seed and sucked down what they could. After pulling off his glistening cock, they locked into a kiss and you could see them pushing his cum from one to the other.

When they broke the kiss, a string of cum connected them. Sharla sucked in and took it back into her mouth then swallowed. It was quite a sight to see. I looked over at Michael and he was sitting there happy.

I then asked him if he remembered who did what to him. He said he'd give it his best guess but had an idea. He proceeded to say that it was Monica and Katrina in the truck. That is was Simone who started on him once in the house. Then it was either Lourdes or Rachel after Simone.

I said choose one or the other, he said Rachel and went to explain that Lourdes usually will clamp her teeth around the middle of his shaft and that this one didn't do that. I told him he was right that it was Simone then Rachel.

Lastly he said that it was Sharla and Shayla who finished him off. I asked him how he knew that and he said that he had inhaled one of them while they were rubbing his tongue and that he smelled the perfume they usually wear of 'Beautiful'.

He was right so we uncuffed him. He asked about the blindfold but I told him that it needed to remain on him until the next quiz. He said ok. 

I told him the next quiz would be to guess who was getting the hard one just by the sounds. Who was participating and who came first. He said it wouldn't be a problem as he's heard everyone at some point or another. So ahead we went with the schedule.

I walked over to him and planted a huge wet kiss onto his lips. I've been wanting to kiss him since he first walked in but I was too busy looking around the room to see if everything was set up right.

Michael told me he loved me and I told him as well. I then asked him if my story turned him on about taking on Tyson. He said it did and hoped that I would give him a repeat performance of the first night I returned back here. I told him only after he fucked me when it was our turn. He told me it wouldn't be a problem and that he couldn't wait to get a hold of me.

I sat next to him on a small stand. I told everyone to take his or her places and to start the next session. With that said, Katrina laid down on the floor while spreading her legs wide. Rachel and Simone began to suck each of her nipples before Rachel moved between her thighs.

Simone, lowered her pussy onto Katrina's tongue while facing Rachel. Rachel reached up and tweaked Simone's nipples while Katrina licked and sucked away on her pussy. Tyson came up alongside of Katrina and fed her his cock. She licked his head then took him into her mouth.

Ty's hips were moving back and forth as if fucking her mouth. Simone clamped tightly around his shaft. Katrina was close to her orgasm from Rachel's expert tonguing. She had slipped a finger up inside her ass and was pumping while flicking the tip of her tongue over her clit.

Simone was also close to her orgasm as she was moving up and down on Katrina's tongue. Her eyes closed as she sucked Tyson's cockhead. 

Bart moved behind Rachel and slid his cock that he had been stroking in his hand into Rachel's pussy. He held onto her hips and pumped like there was no tomorrow. It didn't take long for Bart to shoot his cum into her pussy. He pulled his cock from her and jerked the remaining streams of cum onto her back.

He pulled away and took his seat once more, his cock dripping with cum as he continued stroking himself. Simone was the next to orgasm as she ground herself on Katrina's tongue. Her orgasm was quick but intense as she moaned out and lowered herself completely onto Katrina's face.

Tyson followed next pulling his cock from Simone's mouth and jerking himself onto her face and down onto Katrina. He came a lot as Simone tried to capture some on her tongue but missed every time she tried. She finally clamped her mouth over his head and swallowed what she could but the majority of seed landed on her chin, breasts and down onto Katrina.

Katrina finally came from Rachel's tongue. Rachel pumping her ass and sucking her clit while Katrina moaned out and thrust her hips into Rachel's face.

Everybody pulled back from each other. I knelt down on the floor as Lourdes moved behind me with her strap-on, she entered my pussy as I moved forward. I was close enough to Michael to take his cock into my mouth as she pumped the thick dildo into me. She held tightly to my hips as I tried not to move from her thrusts and kept my on focus on Michael's cock. 

Lourdes, then pulled the dildo from my pussy and pushed it into my ass. I gulped Michael's cock down and had him hard and deep in my throat. Lourdes pumped away as I felt my orgasm building. Watching everyone else had me on the edge several times as I rubbed my clit.

I moved my lips over Michael's cock as he reached down and held onto my head. Again he told me he loved me as he knew it was I sucking him. I murmured I loved him too just as he began to fill my mouth with his sperm. I sucked it down as fast as I could as he kept coming inside my mouth. 

He tasted so sweet that I couldn't get enough of him. I sucked him till his balls could give no more. I then focused on Lourdes pumping my backside and as soon as I reached between my thighs to touch my clit I began to orgasm. It was such a great feeling to have that release. It came in multiples to which I was exhausted by the time I had stopped. Lourdes pulled the dildo from my ass in one quick movement leaving me empty suddenly.

Sharla then asked Michael the big question, who was involved.

Michael calmly began with Katrina, Bart, Tyson and Simone from the way they moaned. He wasn't sure about anyone else as no other familiar moans were heard other than mine. Off came his blindfold.

Once the blindfold was removed and his eyes adjusted. He thanked everyone for the welcome home party. I grabbed him by the hand and lead him to the sofa chasing Tyson and Bart off it. I had him sit down with his legs out and mounted him facing everyone.

I lowered my wet pussy onto his semi hard cock, maneuvering him into me so I can feel his girth grow inside me. I sat atop of him feeling his shaft filling with blood. I began a slow pumping, moving my body up and down on him. He felt great inside my walls.

Michael reached under my arms and cupped and pinched my nipples. He lifted my boobs up tight as I worked my muscles on his shaft. He whispered to me that he really wanted to cum but wanted something really tight. I then lifted up off his manhood and positioned his cockhead just slightly back then lowered myself back down on him.

I relaxed myself and felt the thick head slip into my backside. The initial insertion of his cock in me always lights me and today was no different. I relaxed my knees and slid right down his shaft till my ass was fully engulfed by him. I remained on top of him as I felt his cock throbbing inside me.

Oh he was so hard, I began lifting up and down his shaft tightening my sphincter with each pull. He moaned out and placed his hands on my hips. I let him control me as I rode him with long deep strokes. At times, pulling almost completely off his cock before slamming myself back down on him making him moan.

Monica came over and began licking my pussy and the underside of his cock as I would lift myself up. The combination of the deep sensations and the tongue flicks of Monica had me coming in no time. Michael at one point held me up so that only the head of his cock was in my ass as Monica licked and sucked on his balls.

I rode him slow at times then speeding up, my legs began to tire out though and Michael sensing a change in the tempo, wrapped his hands around my waist, lifted me up and set me down on the sofa, he was still buried inside me and began his own brand of pumping.

He had my back arched in such a way that his cock felt huge as it moved in and out of me. I felt his thickness as he pulled out one time and I used all the strength I had left to tighten up my sphincter as he pushed inside me. I felt his cock twitch up inside me then a wave of hot seed filling my bowels.

I tried meeting his thrusts but he was moving too fast in me. All I could do was hold on to the cushions and the back of the sofa. He rode me deep and fast as his seed spilled inside. I could feel the warmth filling me, milking him the best I could he kept on pumping. I had felt another orgasm coming and groaned out loud, he sensed it and kept right on plugging away on me.

My orgasm was strong as always and I felt my legs grow weaker and my entire body just relax. My nipples were hard as my inner body spasmed. As I was coming down from my orgasm, Michael began to cum again. He thrusted even deeper this time as all I was at this point was a receptor for his hot sperm.

He pumped me till he was satisfied. He pushed himself so deep into my anus then wrapped his arms around me. He whispered how much he loved me as I replied back. He hugged me from behind with his still hard cock buried in my ass up to his balls.

He finally broke he embrace, kissed me on the shoulders and slipped back out of my open dazed ass. I fell forward across the arm of the sofa. He sat down behind me saying that on the way here he wasn't in the mood for all this when he arrived but after seeing Simone then Monica and Katrina that he felt a little better.

But after their show in the truck, he said he was looking forward to it all. He commented on how everyone looked and thanked everyone. Just then Katrina spoke up and said that he still needed to take Monica and her anyway he wanted.

Michael said it wouldn't be necessary, but Katrina pushed the subject until Michael broke down and said fine and pointed to the floor while looking at Katrina.

As Katrina settled herself on the floor, she asked Michael in what position did he want her in. Michael told her on all fours. He called Monica over and without saying a word, Monica got down on the floor next to Katrina and they started kissing.

I had gotten up and grab a warmed towel for Michael and cleaned off his cock and wiped him down abit. I gave him a kiss then told him to go have fun. As he stood over the girls, Monica reeled up on her heels and reached for his cock and began sucking him. Katrina joined her in that task sharing him between them.

After awhile of suction, Michael pulled away from them and told Monica to go get the strap on and put it on. He then slid himself into Katrina's pussy and began pumping her hard. Katrina was already moaning and coming by the time Michael was even warmed up.

Michael then pulled his rigid cock from Katrina's pussy and aimed straight up her ass. Katrina was begging just as Michael pulled himself out of her pussy to take her up the ass. So Michael not needing to be told twice did just that.

Katrina wailed out as Michael slid his length right up inside her rectum. She moved back on him before he was in a comfortable position. Monica walked over and asked Michael were he wanted her.

Michael wrapped his arms around Katrina's waist and lifted her up so she was on her knees. Michael then pulled her all the way back so that Michael was on the floor on his back. With some assistance from Tyson, Michael accomplished that task.

So now the position was reversed. Michael on his back with Katrina on top of him, his cock buried in her ass with her legs spread wide. Monica took the position between Katrina's thighs and eased the head of the strap on into her upturned pussy and pushed in deep.




Welcome Home



Katrina positioned herself so that she was on her feet and hands suspended in a position that allowed both Michael and Monica to alternately thrust into her. A cock so to speak in each of her entrances, the kind of double penetration that only some fantasize about.

It was a hot scene, when Michael stopped pumping Monica would do it, either way, Katrina's pussy or ass was fully impaled by one or the other and she was stretched to the hilt. She, I don't think ever stopped coming once she was rolled over. Her voice began to fade from her constant moans and whimpers as Michael and Monica took their turns on her.

Michael moaned out and pushing himself deep into her ass, began to come by the sounds and movements. He pumped her deep and hard as his balls emptied themselves into her backside. Katrina kept repeating over and over for Michael to fuck her. 

He remained inside her not pulling from her slick ass but instead told Monica to keep fucking her, he was enjoying the sensation of the dildo rubbing along his cock as she kept pumping Katrina. Katrina was now telling Monica to fuck her faster. Monica kept a steady pace not wanting to burn herself out for as long as Michael enjoyed the sensations that was all that mattered to her.

Katrina screamed out another rush of orgasms as Monica pumped her pussy. Finally, Katrina's body collapsed on top of Michael. Monica eased up her thrusting until she finally stopped. Monica pulled the dildo out of Katrina and she fell off to the side. 

As Katrina remained atop Michael, his cock still buried inside her backdoor. Tyson strolled over and pushed his cock into Katrina's mouth. She sucked him for whatever strength she had left in her body until his cock was harder than steel.

He pulled out of her mouth with a pop and positioned himself between her thighs and entered her very sopping wet pussy and began fucking her wildly. Michael who was still under Katrina stayed right there and could feel Ty's cock pushing in and out her.

Tyson was so on the edge that he didn't last long and pulled his long cock from her pussy and jerked it in his hand as his seed shot up onto her tummy and boobs. Katrina opened her mouth to give him a target but none caught her on the mouth. He slid himself back into her pussy then pulled out. 

Katrina looked over at Bart to see if he was going to take a turn but he was seated with Shayla riding his cock. Katrina asked Michael if he was done and he said yes, at least with you anyway. Katrina laughed and rolled off to the side extracting Michael's cock from her ass. Michael's cock was a deep red as she pulled off him.

I looked around the room and watched Shayla riding Bart's cock deeply. When Bart screamed out that he was about to cum, Shayla slid off his cock and took it into her mouth and sucked his seed down her throat. Sharla, was busy rubbing herself watching her girlfriend suck some hot sperm down her throat. 

Lourdes and Simone were in a 69 off to the side of the front room. Rachel was sitting in the lounger chair brought in from the pool with her legs spread and her own dildo plunging in and out of herself. 

Katrina was a lump in the center of the floor with Michael laying flat on his back beside her. Monica was sitting with her back against the sofa between Tyson's legs. I was in the recliner taking it all in. 

We had one final scheduled event left to unfold, this part was planned when the girls went to the bar last week to discuss it. None of the guys was informed of this last part but we knew they would be more than happy to appease us.

It was to be a contest, to see who could jerk themselves off the fastest while their counterparts acted on or out, different scenarios in which they normally found to be erotic and a full blown come instantly kind of thing.

The winners would get a 1-night hotel stay plus a complimentary couple's massage at the Maui Health Spa at the time of their choosing. 

Monica knew what Tyson liked, I know what turns Michael inside out and Simone knows what Bart likes as they're usually fuck buddies whenever we all get together. 

All through the afternoon and evening, all the guys had come about the same amount but in various situations. It was now up to the women to turn their man on so much that they blew their balls first.

The girls had also taken side bets on who would win. Bart being the first one voted to cum first was the majority but I had a secret that nobody knew about, my secret weapon started when we were on the mainland and a certain relationship developed between Michael and a close friend of ours.

Since about the middle of September did a close friendship developed between them. She is a beautiful dark haired woman, our age and wonderfully talented as well as being there for him when his dad passed. She has been a huge inspiration to the both of us, but more so for him as he goes through each day and holiday in personal distress. She is there for him, every day.

Anyways, after abit of rest since Bart was the last one to explode I brought up the subject of the contest. I got the guy's attention and explained to them what it was about. I told them all 3 of them had to agree to play or it couldn't be done. 

After explaining to them the scenarios, Tyson and Bart agreed, Michael was abit hesitant as he pointed to Bart and said he'd win cause he has no stamina then laughed his fool head off as Bart replied with a simple 'fuck you'. 

Michael said he'd do it so that he could go get some rest. I laughed at him after he said that cause I know he wasn't going to get any rest after our friends left. His lil tight ass was mine for the night! 

So we set up 3 chairs in various areas of the house. Since Monica, Simone and myself were the actors, Sharla, Shayla and Lourdes were the timekeepers. Rachel and Katrina were the extra's in case one of the girls needed an assistant in their task of getting her man to blast off. I know I didn't need any help so I told them to stay with the others.

Lourdes was my timekeeper which I wanted. She knows me quite well and has been my submissive during my past birthday's of last year as a gift from Monica. 

We all started to head off to our distinct areas which mine was the pool area. Just as everyone was moving things, Tyson suggested that the guys have to come twice, this will eliminate any premature incidents and looked at Bart after he said that. Tyson laughed as did Michael which prompted Bart to reply with another, 'fuck you both'! 

All of the guys agreed to that stipulation as well. This was going to be really interesting to see the talents of the girls as well as the stamina of the guys. I knew Michael could win this with no problem because I had my secret weapon. 

As we moved to the pool area, Lourdes asked me what I had planned to get Michael to come and come twice at that. I told her, who else can get into someone's head better than me... she smiled and knew I had something.

As Michael took his seat in the chair, he asked me what in the hell possessed us to dream up something like this. I told him that Monica had thought it up and that we all agreed on it. I told him don't worry, it's all under control. 

I sat down in his lap and talked with him for a few minutes. I asked him if he had spoken to our friend. He said he did. I asked him if she had mentioned if she received the gift he sent her and he said she did. I asked him if she showed him yet and he said no.

I asked him what of the last show did he remember, he said being on her back, legs spread and her magic fingers working herself to an intense orgasm. 

I asked him if she used a toy and he said yes. I then told him to close his eyes and listen to the sounds, when I say open them for him to open his eyes and imagine her being there. That it was her performing for him and not me. That she was the one wanting him to explode all over her. 

He said he would so I told him to close his eyes, and not stop doing what he's doing until I tell him to stop. I kissed him on the lips and grabbed some toys from my bag. As he closed his eyes, I went into mode and described to him what I was doing, hoping it was our friend he was thinking about.

Once I had everything setup in the order in which I was going to do, I told Lourdes to start the stopwatch. 

I described to Michael that I was now putting on my red high-heeled fuck me pumps and my thong. That I was feeling a little hot and wanted to make myself cum before getting dressed in a high slit silver dress. This dress would make my boobs stand up and show off my legs up to mid thigh.

I watched as Michael stroked his cock, he was already so hard. I could tell he was thinking about our girlfriend already. I described to him how I was opening a bottle of wine for us to share, to maybe use the bottle on myself as she once did. 

I could see his eyes fluttering under his eyelids, I could see his legs beginning to flex, his calf muscles flexing as he moved his legs apart. I could see his chest, breaths coming in short heaves. I knew it was only a matter of time now.

Still telling him about standing in the room, showing myself off in a room of other men. All of their eyes on me, like the way he likes to show me off. The sexy tight silver dress, in my heels showing off my form so good, so sexy. Waiting for someone to pull it off of me, or better yet bending me forward and lifting the slit part of the dress and pushing themselves inside my walls, fucking me blindly.

My dark hair flowing down over my shoulders, my boobs bouncing with each thrust. I began to moan for him, whimpering as I repeated 'fuck me Michael', and ‘oh please yes fuck me'. I said think hard on it Michael, it is me here! 

That was it, the first shot blew past me followed by another burst. He kept on stroking, not changing the pace of his tempo at all but a methodical motion. He kept pumping himself with his eyes still closed.

I looked over at Lourdes and she held up her fingers showing 56 seconds. I continued on as I described for him how I was slowly pushing my butt plug up inside my tight ass for the morning drive to work. That I was taking a dare from him. I was bending over the bed and about to slide it in when I saw his face watching me in my mind.

Here I was, stopped for a moment in time as the tip of the plug was at my tight backdoor. I then told him to open his eyes and as they adjusted to the patio lights, he saw me sliding my 4-inch black butt plug into my tight ass. He gasped and kept pulling on himself. 

I told him to think of our friend and wouldn't it be so exciting to see her on her back as I moved onto my back, to watch her with the plug inside her masturbating for you. I laid out on my back, legs spread for him as the plug was visible to him. I ran a finger inside myself as he watched.

I rubbed my clit and asked him if he knew who I was, I told him to tell me my name. He said the name of our friend instead of mine, I then began pumping my pussy with 2 fingers while telling him to cum for me. I pushed my boobs together and pulled my nipples and told him to suck the piercings just like she has wanted you to do for so long now. 

As I moaned out, 'Michael cum for me' he did exactly that. He shot another burst of hot white some cross to me. Being on the ground, most landed on me anyways as I stuck my tongue out, telling him to coat me so I could swallow him. Like I've always wanted too. He kept pumping his cock with the same motion and pace as before. 

Lourdes clicked off the second timer as I crawled over to him. I placed my mouth over his cock as he stopped pumping himself. I took and licked away the drips of hot come from his hand and cock and tasted him. He is such a sweet man. 

I told him to stay there and enjoy the air. To think of our friend and talk to her. I told him I'll be right back and walked into the house with Lourdes.

Looking at the times, the first one was at 56 seconds, while the other was 2 minutes 42 seconds.

We found Monica and Tyson with Sharla keeping time for them. Tyson came the first time in a minute and 32 seconds, Monica was still working on the second one. Tyson was pumping fast and wild as he wanted to come but it just wasn't happening for him. Monica was on the floor with Rachel giving it to her in the ass with a strap on.

We left them to finish up and went upstairs to check on Bart and Simone. Simone was standing up with Katrina kneeling sucking her pussy as Simone's hands were cuffed to the top of the closet door. Her legs draping over Katrina's shoulders.

Bart was furiously pumping himself watching this, Shayla said he came in about 61 seconds but is having a very difficult time with the second one. We compared notes with her showing her Michael's times. Contest over.

We all met in the rec room this time. Comparing notes, Michael and I were the winners. When Monica asked me how I managed to make him come so fast I told them that I had a secret weapon. When they asked me about it, I showed them a photo that I had printed out prior to Michael coming home. Monica knew about this woman but forgot.

It showed our friend, in a sexy silver dress standing next to a fireplace. Her long legs visible and her beautiful breasts right there waiting to be loved on. I showed Michael this photo when I was sitting on his lap. That's why I had him close his eyes during the first one. I had to have him open his eyes for the second one because he would have continued to think of her in the silver dress and my description wouldn't have made any sense.

After some trash talking from Tyson and Bart towards Michael, Monica told them it was whatever or whoever could make their man orgasm the fastest. I knew Michael would have liked to have seen me with someone but it would also add time to his impending orgasms as he focused on either me or whoever I was with. With just me, all he had to do was close his eyes, imagine and hear my descriptions. So much easier.

As the evening began to unwind, I had thought everyone would have left to go back to heir house on the hill but instead, Monica asked if they could spend the night rather than driving home. She said she'd buy breakfast in the morning for us if I let them stay. I said no problem.

Michael and I retired upstairs were we could have some private time. I ran a hot steamy shower for us and took his hand. Leading into the shower, I proceeded to rinse him off and wash him down. I had him kneel down so I could wash his hair, as I ran my fingers through his hair, he was flicking his tongue over my nipples and caressing my pussy lips.

I moved him under the water to rinse his hair, then rinsed him off thoroughly. I told him to stand up but instead he, grabbed my ankle and lifted it over his shoulder and began tonguing my folds. He drove his tongue up inside me as I balanced against the wall.

He licked me slowly, moving over my clit and sucking it in. I could feel his teeth grazing over the nub which always sends chills up my spine. I could feel myself moving into him, grinding myself against him wanting more. 

The water cascading over us felt good on our weary bodies. I know I was tired but was amazed at were this burst of energy he was working under came from. He flicked my clit and sucked me to a slow rolling orgasm. I pumped his tongue as my body gave in to him.

I felt the weakness in my legs, so after he was washed and rinsed he proceeded to treat me to a washing. He asked me to kneel as well so he could wash my hair which gave me the best opportunity to relax my legs yet suck his stiffening cock. 

I knelt down in front of him, and taking his shaft in my hand pushed him inside my mouth. I sucked the head slow before taking his length into my mouth and throat. I worked him in slowly as I moved over his head. I know I wanted to taste him again, but wasn't sure if he had anything left in him.

He was definitely still very hard. I moved over his shaft slowly as I didn't want to rush him. His hands through my hair felt great and so as long as I moaned, he got a longer blowjob.

But I could tell he was wanting to either cum or finish up. So I stood up to rinse off and we finished our shower. As I stepped out, he took me around the waist and took me to the bed. Once there, he had me lift my right knee up onto the bed and positioned himself behind me.

As he moved my left leg to the side he slid his cock up inside my pussy. He rammed me for another 20 minutes before he pumped me full of what little he had left. I felt his cock pulsing, and the warmth of his liquid inside me. He pulled out and I collapsed on the bed. I was so ready to go to sleep.

As Michael slid in next to me, he kissed me then thanked me over and over for such a wonderful night with our friends. He was very tired as well as I could see it in his eyes. I love this man!



Welcome Home



Stretching lazily in the warmth of her bed, she woke up hot and wet. Her dreams had been filled with intensely vivid images of him; images, scents, and tastes that left her skin tingling along with various other parts of her body. She let one hand slide down between her legs and found her panties saturated with her fluids, just like she had known they would be. Wiggling in the bed, she discarded her panties and began stroking herself, eyes closed, thinking about him and how he was finally coming home today.

Several orgasms later, she found that she was still not satiated, but there was no help for that. She would simply have to wait until he got home, but in the meantime, she had things to do around the house to get ready for him, including a leisurely hot bath and a strawberry-flavored douche. She slipped on a skimpy clean pair of panties and a middie T-shirt, ran her long fingers through her dark hair, and headed out to the kitchen.

Gathering the dishes in the left-hand sink, she added dish soap and began running the hot water as hot as her hands could stand it. They had a dishwasher, but she always preferred doing the dishes by hand. She chuckled, reminded suddenly of how he always teased her about how she did the dishes up to her elbows in hot soapy water in stead of using the more convenient dishwasher. She slid her hands into the sink and began washing the dishes, occasionally splashing the hot water on her T-shirt. It wasn't long before she noticed how the cotton material of her shirt was clinging to her breasts and making the nipples stand out as it cooled. 

Her mind began to wander from its task and began to focus on her damp breasts. The wet material clinging to her skin began to stimulate her over-sensitive nipples, and with one hot, soapy hand, she began to slide her fingers over them, first one and then the other. Some women preferred to pinch their nipples until they were hard, but she preferred the light, titillating touch. She found it far more arousing. She closed her eyes thinking of his fingers grazing her nipples as he bit and kissed her neck, and she could feel her panties growing moist. 

Quietly, he entered the front door of the house, trying to ease himself inside without alerting her. He could hear her tremulous moaning in the kitchen, a sound that he was very familiar with and one that no one else would likely hear if not listening for it. He loved how horny she was all of the time, wanting and needing to be touched and taken. He had no desire to disappoint her. He sat his brief case and accompanying suitcase by the door and pushed it closed softly so not to alert her of his presence. He turned the bolt, removed his jacket, and laid it over the back of the couch. Removing his shirt, he planned to make this homecoming a big surprise.

He stood in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, watching her slide her hands back and forth across her full, firm breasts. He could see her reflected in the kitchen window, and her T-shirt was nearly transparent from the water. He could see her nipples standing hard, and he could feel his pants growing tight as his cock grew more and more erect. Her eyes were closed as she touched herself, sliding her hand down to stroke her pussy through her panties. She left her other hand in the water.

Silently coming up behind her, he braced himself against the sink, pinning her against the cabinet. He ran his tongue along the side of her neck just below her ear, whispering a hello. She tried to turn around in his arms to welcome him home properly, but he refused to let her move. He slid her free hand back into the sink causing her to bend over slightly with both arms up to the elbows in the hot water.

"Don't move." He growled hotly into her ear as he slid his hands under her arms to caress her breasts. He ground his now hard cock against her ass, eliciting guttural moans from her throat. He stroked her hard nipples through her wet T-shirt making clockwise then counter clockwise movements around them. He pushed his crotch harder against her ass, and she began to grind her pussy into the filigreed-wood trim below the sink. 

Finally, he moved his hands to her hips and began to slide her soaked panties to the floor. She stepped out of them and tried again to turn to face him. "Damn it, I said don't fucking move," he whispered in her ear, pushing her arms back to the elbows in the scalding dish water. He freed his cock from the confines of his slacks and drove one knee between her legs to part them. 

"What are you doing?" She whispered, her voice dry and wavering. "Let's go to the bedroom, baby."

"No, don't move." He slid his hand down her belly and began stroking her flowing pussy, finding her clit, and with practiced familiarity, he ran his fingertips teasingly over it. He spread her legs further apart until he could see her glistening cunt just waiting for his cock. He didn't make her wait long. He teased her wet slit with his cock head, sliding it back and forth to gather her juices on it. He could feel her shudder in his arms as he held her pinned to the sink. Suddenly, he plunged his cock into her deeply as her pussy's nectar ran down his balls. 

She felt him bury his cock deep in her pussy and wanted to push back against him to take him in deeper, but he held her fast against the sink. The feeling of having him inside of her mixed with the nearly-burning water was driving her wild. It didn't help that she couldn't move. She loved it when he would just take her in this fashion, sneaking up behind her when she didn't know he was there and just taking what he wanted. It made her hot, and it was always followed by hours of her most intense pleasure.

He fucked her hard, slamming his cock inside her over and over again with occasional swats to her firm ass cheeks. She moaned loudly with the mixture of pleasure and pain, even if the pain was only a sting. He held her hips and pulled her against him hard as he thrust forward into her again and again. Roughly, he placed his hand on her back just beneath her neck, forcing her to bend over further and exposing more of her cunt. He could feel her pussy drawing him in deeper as he stroked into her wetness. Faster, he fucked her. Her body went rigid against the sink as she began to shudder from her orgasm, triggering his own, but still he didn't stop. He continued to pump his cock into her as he stroked her clit, making her cum a second time.

He stepped back as his cock slid wetly from her body, finally allowing her to move. Without saying a word, he turned her to face him and pushed her to her knees. She knew what he wanted and was happy to oblige. She loved the taste of their mixed passion on his cock and took him in her mouth greedily. She teased him at first by running her tongue over the head of his cock, licking it and massaging it. She slid the tip of her tongue across his slit, dipping just inside. She could feel his hands on the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair.

In a hoarse whisper, she said, "Tell me what you want me to do, baby."

"Suck my cock," he said commandingly. She took him fully into her mouth as he moved his hands to the back of her head, holding her in place. His cock began to grow erect against her tongue as she sucked and licked him. She began sliding him deeper into her mouth and pulling back, sucking harder as she pulled away and swallowing on his cock head as it entered her throat. She could feel his hips began to move with her, and his hands tightened against the back of her head. With one hand, she began stroking and caressing his balls as his cock moved back and forth across her tongue. She wrapped her tongue around his shaft, sucking and stroking him to a full erection. He began moving his hips faster, tightening his grip on her head, fucking her mouth with his cock. She could taste his precum leaking onto her tongue, and she swirled it along his length as he moved. 

Her pussy began to overflow as she sucked him. She had often had orgasms while giving him head, but this was more intense than usual. He began pumping into her mouth harder, nearly gagging her. She moaned as he fucked her throat, and the vibrations sent shocks through his groin. Suddenly, he grabbed her hard as his thick hot cum pumped into her mouth. She swallowed his juices, tasting his salty-sweetness on her tongue, and let him pump the last of his desire into her throat as she swallowed hard on his cock head. She licked the remaining drops from his cock, and he pulled up his pants and fastened them. He pulled her to her feet and took her in his arms.

"God, it's good to be home," he said.



Welcome Home



I come home from work after a tough day at the office, I open the door and there you are, gorgeous as ever. That soft, flowing, deep brown hair, those beautiful brown eyes, that soft, tanned skin, the wonderful flaring curve of your hips, the voluptuous swell of your breasts, the deep cleft of your cleavage. All that loveliness packaged in a 23 year old, petite 5'4" body, wearing a white cotton sundress, no bra, and if I know you, no panties either. When I see you standing there with that smile on your face, all I can do is stop and stare.

You take the initiative and move toward me gracefully, until your toe to toe with me and looking up into my eyes. I can smell your hair and a hint of shampoo, your skin and the clean smell of a recent shower, and something else... something... hmmmm, I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know that faint odor. 

You stand on your tippy toes and tilt your head back for a kiss as I lean over and place my lips on yours. You taste so good, so womanly, so sweet. But again, I sense something else now, it's a taste... hmmmmm. I'm not sure what it is, but my body seems to recognize it, as my dick is swelling and coming to full bloom inside my slacks. 

You take notice of my impending arousal and you slowly kneel before me with your face at crotch level to me. You reach forward to undo my belt and open my fly, beneath your skilled hands, my pants soon gather at the floor around my ankles.

You turn your eyes toward the rising bulge under my briefs, the details of my cock becoming clearer and clearer through the material the harder my manhood gets. You stare lovingly at my growing erection as I watch you with rapt attention, knowing (for the most part) what's in store for me.

My cock is now at it's fullest size without outside stimulation. It leans over toward the left, concealed beneath the cotton briefs. You move your hand upwards, stopping it on my swollen shaft, then you gently run your fingers over the outline of my cock head, causing it to swell even more. 

I moan in pleasure and rock my hips forward as I feel your fingers explore my dick. Your smile takes a lustful twist as, without warning, you reach up and yank my briefs downward to join my pants at my ankles. My cock springing outward, nearly slapping you're pretty face.

Without hesitation, you open your mouth and swallow my entire 8 1/2" penis, taking it completely into you mouth and down your waiting throat. You reach around me with one hand and grab my ass cheek tightly, and with the other you reach between my legs and cup my hanging balls.

You lovingly squeeze and caress my balls, feeling them move inside my nut sac. Then you let them go and move you hand further between my legs, following the crack of my ass until you find my waiting asshole.

Without hesitation, you gently ease your finger into my willing bunghole, up and inward it goes, until you find the hard knot of my prostate gland. Once you've made contact, you massage it with your finger as you increase the assault on my cock with your mouth. Knowing all the while that under this kind of stimulation, I won't last long at all.

Sure enough, I quickly feel the cum start to boil over in my balls, the urgency to cum grows swiftly as my balls draw upward and my prick swells to its maximum girth and length. All of a sudden, I can control it no more as gush after gush, of HOT, CREAMY, WHITE JIZM explodes into your waiting mouth.

You expertly swallow every last, hot drop of my wad, savoring it completely like the sweet little cumslut you are. After I shoot the last of my load and my spasms settle, you let my cock plop out of your mouth and you lick the last little dollup of cum from the tip. Then you stand and smiling, say, ok Daddy, it's my turn! 

With that, you turn around and raise the hem of your dress up and over your head then throw the garment across the room, giving me a wonderful view of that beautiful ass that I helped make in your mothers womb. You bend over with your feet together and grab your ankles, a position you know that I love and show me your precious little twat and asshole.

I get on my knees behind you and I lean in, inhaling the womanly scent of your cunt and your ass...wait...there it is again, that smell!!! I look closely at your pussy and I see that it's red and swollen...YOU'VE BEEN FUCKING!!!!

I can't believe it, my baby's been fucking her boyfriend again and she FINALLY left his cum for me to taste...Oh I LOVE my darling little girl I say as I dive face first into her juicy, cream filled cunt. 



Welcome Home



She met him at the door, bourbon Manhattan in hand. She was clad only in a sheer black thigh-length shirt buttoned just below her 38D bust between her erect nipples, red satin and lace panties and three inch mules that accented and defined, above slender ankles, the muscles in the calves of her legs. She kissed his mouth and exchanged his briefcase for the cocktail.

He was exhausted. He had worked 80+ hours this week and although entirely thrilled by the greeting, he also felt disappointed that he probably would not be able to do this sexy woman justice.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Oh, yeah? What am I thinking?"

"Your thinking you're too tired for this."

"You're right, but don't worry, darling. Go take a load off in your regular chair in the living room where you can turn on the TV and put your feet up and I'll be right there."

She put his brief case down in its usual by the table in the entryway and headed for the kitchen.

As he does not like to eat dinner directly upon arriving home, she had prepared for him instead, a plate of country pate on melba toast rounds with red onion, sour cream and capers for him to enjoy.

He watched her come across the room nipples erect. For a 5'2 woman her shapely legs looked long. The sheer black top flattered her opulent figure. She served him the hors d'oeuvres. 

"Come here."

He took her hand and gently pulled her towards him. Her D cup breasts swung free under the see-through blouse. He fondled them lovingly and gave her a moist open-mouthed kiss.

"You look so sexy, dear."

"Thank you, darling, you just rest there and enjoy. I have to get one more thing."

He watched her ample ass undulate softly through the veil of the shirt as she walked off towards the bedroom. There she got his slippers and headed to the bathroom. There she got out the foot- bath. She filled it with warm water and Epsom salts. She threw a towel over shoulder, put the bottle of Gold Bond in a slipper and carried foot-bath, towel, powder and slippers back to the living room. 

As usual he was sitting in his easy chair with his feet up on the foot stool. She put the foot-bath down in front of his chair. She lifted one foot off the stool and then picking up the other foot she sat down in front of him on the stool. One at a time she untied the shoes on his tired feet. Removing it and the sock under it she then gently placed the foot in the warm bath.

He liked it that she was naked to the waist in front of him beneath the diaphanous fabric and despite his weary state his manhood was becoming restless.

She took each foot in turn from the bath, dried it, powdered it, massaged it and then put it in a slipper. As she held a foot in her lap, he liked playing with her tits with his toes. It made her smile. She liked it too.

"Did I tell you that I love you, today?"

"Yes, dear. You told me that this morning as you kissed me at the door and headed off to work. I told you that I love you, too."

"Ah, yes. Well, I'm telling you again, I love you."

"I love you, too, my sweet. Let me clear this all away and I'll be back."

She returns with the fully lined satin robe that she made him as a Valentine's day present. She strips him naked and he dons the robe. He likes the way the satin feels against his skin and she brings him dinner.

"Are you done eating?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now come with me."

"Oh, hon, I can't. You are so enticing tonight, but I can't."

"Yes, you can. It's time for your massage."

"Massage? Okay."

She had prepared the bedroom earlier that day with clean sheets, candle light and flowers. The covers were folded down across the bottom of the bed. She removed his robe and bid him lay face up with two pillows under his head, fully naked on the bed. She had him lift his hips off of the bed so that she could place a pillows covered with a towel beneath him. She set his legs slightly apart, and had him bend his knees just a little.

Setting herself between his legs, she removed her top so that she was naked to the waist. 

"Now just lie back and enjoy. Don't do anything. I am your personal Goddess and I am going to nurture and pamper you. I'm going to do it all."

She relished looking at him from this angle. She took in every inch. Strong thighs led to the darker skin of his scrotum and groin. Curls of salt and pepper pubic hair cover the area. His penis was now completely engorged and erect to its full seven inches was even more extant as the pillows under this ass elevated his hips. 

Although not part of the Tantric massage ritual she had intended, she could not resist. She just had to draw the tips of her nipples over his inner thighs, scrotum and shaft. She played a little with the tips of her nipples and the head of his cock and then wrapped his stiff member between her soft breasts and massaged his cock with her large tits. 

Sitting back on her haunches she begins the massage and explains, "I am going to massage your abdomen, thighs, chest, and nipples with warm aromatic oil. Nothing will escape my attention. Although our perceptions of sensuality and lust are located here, these intimate areas are an important source of joy in our life and my purpose, tonight is to give you a feeling of comfort and sense of well-being. Orgasm is not the goal of the massage although it can be a pleasant and welcome side effect. You as a man can become multi-orgasmic without losing a drop of semen. Orgasm and ejaculation are two different responses that you can learn to separate. Your job is to relax and surrender to a form of pleasure you may not have experienced before."

Pouring a small quantity of warm oil on her hands and laying her torso over his, she begins by massaging his chest. She gives special attention around his nipples circling and arousing them to erectness. Small round and hard she decides to play with the tips by flicking them and circling them with her tongue. She draws a hard nub into her mouth and sucks it hard while massaging the opposite breast in her hand. 

He is surprised at the sensitivity of his own breasts and encourages her to continue and she can feel him hard on her belly beneath her. Moving the massage down over his stomach all the while adding more oil to her hands she decides to concentrate on the shaft of his penis and testicles. Gently massaging his testicles, she observes that massaging his scrotum gently has caused his balls, originally high and tight, to relax. Moving to the area above his cock she massages on the pubic bone and entire groin into the creases of his thighs. She adds more oil as she needs so that there is no irritating friction.

Moving her attention to his hard cock, she takes her time using plenty of oil massaging the shaft varying speed and pressure. Gently squeezing his cock at the base and alternating her right and left hand, from the bottom up she pulls up and slides off. Right, left, right, left, etc. Then, changing the direction she starts by squeezing at the head of his stiff member sliding down and off. Again, alternating right and left hands. Now concentrating on the head of his rod, she uses her fingers around the head of his cock as if she were using an orange juicer. She massages all around the head and shaft under the sensitive flange. She has never seen him so hard.

She decides to finish this part of the massage with a little fellatio tonguing and sucking the head. Moving down the shaft she nuzzles his sack and licks his balls popping each testicle one at a time in her mouth she gently rolls it around with her tongue and then releases it.

"My God, this is wonderful," he moans.

"I'm glad it pleasures you. The best is yet to come."

What she was hoping to do next for him as she massaged his perineum, the area between the testicles and anus, was to locate the place that in Tantric massage is called, "The Sacred Spot". 

Beginning again she slathers her hands and perineum with warm oil. She rubs gently at first letting her fingers feel every nuance of skin from his scrotum down around his anus. About midway between his testicles and anus was the small indentation a little larger than a pea when she gently pushed inward and rubbed the area with small circular motions. 

"Wow, that's different."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it's unsettling. It's so intense."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop."

"Do you like it?"

"I think I like it, but it's so different I can't tell. I can feel it all the way to the tip of my cock. It's incredible."

"Well, I'll keep massaging and you let me know if you want me to stop."

As she continued to massage she saw that the glans that had been so large and so hard had become flaccid and now rested full length out on his thigh. Relaxing more deeply, he drifted off to sleep. 

Satisfied that she had accomplished her mission, she finished her massage by covering him lightly with the sheet. She returned from the bathroom after washing her hands. Pulling up all of the covers she crawled in under and snuggled up to her man still half-naked in her beautiful red satin and lace panties joining him in a contented sleep.



Welcome Home



Driving is difficult with an erection but that's what happens when you receive a dirty phone call just before picking her up from the station.

The previous week has been full of phone calls, phone sex and masturbation when the conversation turns to her skimpy underwear, her shaved pussy and her swelling nips whilst she runs her vibrator over them, thinking of your dick sliding into her.

Arriving at the station you arrange your dick so as to not be so obvious in your aroused state when you walk up to the building. Her train pulls in and you wait. Your mind drifts back to those panties, her pussy dripping her dew into them. Some old dears get off the train, pulling their oversized trunks onto the platform, but you hardly notice them, your thoughts wandering over her silken nether lips, the texture of them on your tongue. A mother with her child in a pushchair disembarks. Still you wait. The erection in your pants is clearly evident now, a teenage girl walking past points it out to her friend and laughs, but you don't care. Finally She climbs off the train and straight into your waiting arms.

You have to stop from eating her in your kiss right there, don't want the laughing kids to put you off from your aim, to get her home and naked as soon as you can.

Your erection seems almost painful in your trousers as you walk back to your car. As you talk about her journey your gaze crosses those breasts, the nipples almost visible through her light top. Your memory of those wonderful globes is of her hands carressing them through her bra, pulling the cups aside and holding them in her hands before kneading them, the nipples husky pink, standing to attention.

On the drive home her hand rests on your thigh then reaches for your dick, caressing you through the fabric, tickling the head, the precum leaking from you. She slowly tugs at your zip and slips her hand inside your trousers, stroking your hard rod through your boxers. She comments on how hard you are, how she wants to take you into her willing mouth and lick you, taste your cum in her mouth.

She wants to feel this wondeful thing inside her, filling her pussy, making her want it more and more until her cunt spasms around it, making her cry out in thrills of extacy.

Your house doesn't come soon enough, and your hand fumbles with the key as it shakes in anticipation.

You enter the front room her hand is on your shirt, the buttons almost flying off as she rips it from you to caress your chest before wandering to your trousers, the zip still open. She mutters how much she has wanted your dick in her mouth, how she wants to taste the juices that flow so freely from you, the scent of your manhood, the texture.

Her lips enfold you, sinking three inches over your head before flicking her tongue over the glans. Your balls twitch in reaction.

Your hands wander naturally over her head, through her hair, pulling her head onto you, wanting her to pull you in deeper, deep into her throat. 

You feel you can take no more, you pull her from you, you don't want to cum there, you want to taste her as she has tasted you. 

Pushing her to the floor you lift her skirt, pull aside her thong and plunge you head for her flower, your tongue tracing a line from her bare cleft down over her labia.

Around and around your tongue draws closer to her centre, the flowing musk of her pussy, lapping on the edge before dipping into her sex. Her juices flow onto your tongue and you savour the taste, the milky fluid as you swallow, the aroma filling your nostrils as this woman groans under your touch.

"Fuck me" she pleads and you move. Covering her, both mainly dressed you thrust your loins to meet hers. Your dick feels little resistance as you pass her entrance to bury yourself within her.

You move frantically, the pressure building once more in your balls, and all of a sudden you are over the edge, past the point of no return.

Your senses explode when you cum inside her, spreading your seed in the place it belongs, deep within this woman. She has come to you to treat her how she loves, to be used and used over and over again. You never want this feeling to end and you continue to stroke her from within. Her own orgasm builds, she pulls you deeper and she cums, her mouth open, her eyes closed.

You know there will be more, but right now this is bliss and you wish it would never end.



Welcome Home



Closing the car door he walks slowly up the driveway. Glancing at the house he notices that, oddly, all the blinds are shut. "Hmm," he thinks, "Maybe she's trying to keep the house cool."

As he approaches the door it opens slowly. A smile starts to emerge on his face, soon replaced by a look of confusion for she is not at the door. Walking in, he slowly looks around... dim lighting everywhere provided by lamps with colorful scarves over them. Except one. It is illuminating the doorway and the woman standing in it.

At only five feet four inches, the eyes don't have very far to travel, but they have plenty to see. Her hair is down tonight, rare in the heat they've been having. It's soft auburn radiance makes his fingers itch to lose themselves in her curls. Following the tresses down her head, and over her shoulders he gets distracted by the sight of full lips. Red. Wow, red lipstick. The lower lip is so full tonight and the red gloss makes it look juicy and delicious. He follows the curve of her smile and notices her eyes are done as well. Never in need of mascara her dark curly lashes are partly lowered over her beautiful aqua eyes. The accent on the lids makes her eyes seem more green than blue tonight. Green... she always jokes about how that means she's horny.

And thinking of horny he continues his path over her cheeks and down her neck. Cleavage...thank the angels above. The red dress is v-cut over her beautifully full d-cups. "Whatever she's wearing underneath is making a lovely mountains cape," he thinks. Briefly imagining burying his head in the valley between her breast he realizes it's coming closer to him.

Closing the door and dropping his bag he readies himself to take her in his arms. Still smiling she takes his hands and pulls him gently into the room. Sliding around behind him, he picks up on her scent. Nothing floral for this woman. Pure spice, almost exotic.

Her hands trailing over his chest and shoulders brings him back and he lets her pull his jacket off. Her small hands return around his waist to pull his shirt up and out of his pants. Nimble fingers begin to undo buttons. Her pinkies seem to be exploring his skin with each inch of flesh revealed. He can feel her pressed up against his back. Her softness molding to him.

As the shirt makes its way to the floor she slides down. Soon he feels cool silk sliding along his back. She slides the arms of the exotic robe over his own and comes around to the front to bring it up and over his shoulders. Bending his head for a kiss, she places her finger over his lips and smiles. Sliding that finger along his jaw she gently guides him backwards. As they move her hands are working at his belt and pant fastenings.

He feels the back of his legs bump into something. She pushes with her whole body and he goes down. Sinking into softness as she kneels between his legs. She removes his shoes and slides her hands up his legs. Raising slightly she runs her fingers through his hair as she presses her breasts into his face. Then, sliding her body down her hands catch at his waistband and tug. Slowly the pants, all the pants, come down and off.

Sitting on the sofa with nothing but a silk robe and his socks on he wonders what is in store next. She briefly sits back and smiles up at him, as if to keep him in suspense. From under the table she slides a small tray. It's covered with another scarf, but on top is a blindfold. Without a word she raises it to him. Hesitating he leans forward and she gently covers his eyes.

As she pushes him back, her hands trail lightly down his body...just missing the part of him he wishes she would touch and continue down his legs. She raises his sock clad right foot and puts it in her lap. He feels her fingers sliding the sock off his foot. The he hears a soft whisper of sound. When the cool silk floats onto his hardening cock he jumps but quickly settles down. Softly there is the sound of water. Then he feels the wetness on his toes, over his arch, around his heel. Something liquid and soft is spread on his foot and then there is just her hands and the wonderful sensation of a days worth of stress and tension being rubbed out of existence. Warm wetness again and a soft rubbing he feels in more important parts of his body end the experience. Gently she returns his foot to the ground.

Expecting the left foot to be picked up and the process to be repeated he is unprepared for the sensation of the silken scarf being dragged off his prick. She does it slowly and deliberately. As if it has a mind of its own, it grows more and throbs upwards as if motioning her to it. "Ahhh god," he thinks as he suddenly feels warm breath so close to the head. His hips strain upward seeking the soft lips he knows must be near. Her hands press down and he feels a moments disappointment. Suddenly he feels her tongue touch ever so briefly on the head. "Oh yes," he says as her tongue comes back and swirls around and around.

Excited to be in the deepest recesses of her moist hole he strains for her. As quickly as it began it is over and he feels her turning his hand over. She places a glass in it. By the feel it is one of the thicker tumblers. Bringing it to his lips he smells her best scotch. As he takes a drink she is lifting his left foot. Water, massage, water... it feels so good. And then, her mouth takes his biggest toe. Her tongue his twirling around it like a stripper on a pole. She is so warm and wet. And then she starts a slight suction. Jealous, his cock jumps and leaks. As she licks the bottom of his foot, he gets antsy for it tickles.

Trying to reach down to stop her and pull her up to him properly she removes herself completely. Both hands are placed on the glass and he hears her soft footsteps moving away.

"Okay," he thinks, "Let's just see what else you have in store for me."

End of part one. 



Welcome Home



I talked to you at work today and it seemed like you were having a very bad day. I know just how to fix that. I am waiting for you when you get home. I hand you a glass of wine at the door, and kiss you. I lead you to the bathroom. The tub is already full with hot water, bubbles and oil. There are candles burning and the lights are off. 

You start to say something but I just press my finger to your lips and stop you. I stare into your eyes and slowly start to unbutton your top. I slide it down over your shoulders, and caress them as I do. I then unbutton your skirt, and slide my hands down your legs to the floor. I wrap my arms around you tight, and unfasten your bra. I rub your back and hold you close to me. I whisper in your ear, "Relax, just let me lead you." I slide my hands down your sides and slide your pantyhose down your legs. I rub your calves, and then up your thighs. I am on my knees in front of you, looking up into your eyes. I kiss your stomach, and then down to your panties. I slip my tongue under the waistband, and then grab them with my teeth. I pull them down to your knees with my teeth, then start to kiss my way up your thighs. I stop when I get to your pussy, and plant a gentle kiss right on your shaved lips. I slide your panties the rest of the way off, and then take your hand and help you into the tub.

I hand you your wine and tell you " Just lay back, I will be right back." I return with your favorite meal. I sit beside the tub and feed it to you. As I feed you, I tell you how wonderful you are, how beautiful you are, how happy you make me, how much I enjoy making you feel good, and how good you make me feel. I set the plate aside and pick up the soap. I lather up my hands really well, and start to rub them over your body. I start with your neck and shoulders, working and kneading them with my hands, massaging the tension away. I wash your arms, and then have you lean forward. I use the tips of my fingers to squeeze and massage your back. Then I have you layback, and lather up my hands again. I rub the soap on your stomach, in small circles around your belly button. Then I make bigger circles, down towards your pussy and up towards your breasts. When I reach your breasts, I take one in each hand and gently squeeze them. I start to rub and squeeze them harder, and then rub the nipples with my thumbs while doing that. Your nipples become very hard, and a sigh escapes your lips.

I lather up my hands again and have you put your feet up on the edge of the tub. I start to wash and massage them, squeezing and rubbing the bottoms and between your toes. Then I move my hands up to your calves, and firmly massage the muscles on the back of them. I gently rub behind your knees, and then up your thighs. I move my hands in slow, squeezing circles up your thighs until I get to the top. Then I take my fingertips and rake my fingers up and down your thighs. You moan as my hands get closer and closer to your pussy. I cup it in my hand, and gently press on it. I rub the lips, and then start to rub my middle finger up and down your slit. I move it up to your clit, and start to move around it in slow circles. I work my finger in nice slow circles, and start to rub harder. I take my other hand and slide a finger inside you. I start circling your clit faster and harder, and slip another finger inside you as I tell you how sexy you are and how good you feel. I start to stroke my fingers inside you faster, and rub your clit. Your hips start to move against my hand. You spread your legs wide and arch your back so my fingers can get deeper inside you. I slip them in and out, and rub your clit till you cum so hard. 

I give you a minute to recover, then take your hand and help you out of the tub. I take a towel and dry you off. I then lead you to the bedroom and lay you down on the bed. When I got your dinner, I put one of the dining room chairs in the bedroom. It is a small wooden chair with no arms. The chair is facing you as you are sprawled out on the bed. I tell you to prop yourself up on the pillows. I hand you a new toy I have bought for you, a pink vibrator that vibrates, gyrates, and has a clitoral stimulator. 

I sit down in the chair. I tell you to put on a show for me. You start to rub your nipples with your fingers. You make them very hard. I take off my shirt. You slide your hands down your stomach, and then to your pussy. You start to rub your clit, and you are still wet from before. You tell me how wet you are, and how excited you are. You take your new toy and turn it on. You rub it on your nipples while you are rubbing your clit with your hand. You move the toy down your stomach to your pussy. You move it around your clit and it sends chills all through your body. You press it right on your clit and leave it there, and it makes you cum again. I tell you what a good girl you are, and to put it inside you. My cock is getting very hard so I take off my pants and underwear. You see how hard my cock is, and I tell you to think about it as you slide the toy inside you. You slowly slip the toy inside your wet pussy, working it in a little at a time. Once you have it all the way in, you turn it on low speed. You start to work it in and out of your pussy, telling me how good it feels, and that you wish it were my cock. You turn the speed up a little higher, and start to stroke it faster inside you. It feels so good vibrating inside you. I tell you how much you are exciting me, and that I am going to fuck you so hard when you are done. I am stroking my cock, and telling you how much I like to watch you play with yourself and how much I love you.

This just gets you more excited, and you turn the speed up to high. You push it all the way inside you and put the stimulator on your clit. It feels so good, and your hips move up and down on the bed, as you get wetter and wetter. You pinch your nipples with your free hand. You finally cannot take anymore and scream out with an earth shattering orgasm. I tell you how good you looked cuming, and that I am going to make you cum again and again. 

I tell you to get off the bed, and crawl over to me on your hands and knees. When you get to me, you look up at me and take my cock into your mouth. You love the feel of my hard cock in your mouth, and the taste. You slide your tongue up and down the shaft, under the head, and down to my balls. You take it back in your mouth, and slide your lips as far down the shaft as you can. I grab you by the hair and start fucking your mouth, sliding into your throat. You moan around my hard cock as it slides in and out of your lips. You reach down and finger yourself as you suck it. Your pussy is soaked, and you want me to fuck you so bad. You mouth feels so good around my cock I could cum right now. You look up at me with my cock in your mouth, and say, "Please fuck me". 

I stand you up and push you back on the bed. I spread your legs wide, and slip my hard cock into you. You are so wet and ready; I can put the whole thing in on the first stroke. I start to pump it in and out you. I put your legs up over my shoulders, and stroke it hard and fast. You are already cuming again. I keep pumping my cock into you, and grab your tits. I pinch the nipples as my cock strokes inside you. After you come again, I pull it out, and have you get on your hands and knees. Your sweet ass looks so good stuck up in the air. I slip my cock back inside you. I grab your hips and start stroking it real hard. My balls are slapping up against you as my cock strokes in and out of your sweet, wet pussy. I make you cum again. I then lay back on the bed, and tell you to ride me. I know you cum the hardest this way. Your slide your pussy down over my cock. I reach up and play with your nipples while you slide up and down my cock. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me. You ride it faster, and just as you start to come you feel my cock swell and shoot inside you. You throw your head back and scream with the most intense orgasm ever. You feel my hot juice shooting inside you and collapse on top of me. I wrap my arms around you and say, "Welcome home, baby".



Welcome Home



When Randall came home, Cassie was waiting to take his coat. Dressed in her school uniform, as usual; the skirt so short that you could see the bottom most curve of her ass and her white cotton shirt over a white cotton tank, tucked into her green plaid skirt. Lotus was crossing the floor, with a scotch in her hands. As she moved the ice tinkled against the glass, that was nothing compared to the slight sway of her breasts, he thought as he loosened his tie with a smile. 

He took the glass from Lotus and downed it in two gulps only leaving the ice cubes. He handed it back to her as she waited obediently and turned to make him another drink. Looking down, he watched Cassie unlace his shoes and he kicked them off for her. She smiled impishly as her fingers flew to the zipper of his khakis and drew it down. Lotus was back with another scotch as Cassie's fingers released the hardness that began when he got out of his car and knew what would be waiting for him. 

Man, he liked being double-teamed by them, he thought happily. 

Lotus, not to be outdone, was dressed in a french maid's uniform, with heels and fishnet stockings. She put the drink in his hand and put her arms around his neck, kissing him after he took another pull. It was a long satisfying kiss and just what needed to welcome him home. They broke and Randall shuttered as Cassie's lips met the top of his cock. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and was nibbling gently at it, covering it with her saliva. Lotus backed up to lay against his side, holding his hand and looked down at Cassie. "She has been wanting to do that all day, the horny little bitch. Cassie ate me three times today while you were away; she couldn't get enough. She woke me up with her tongue in my slit but she is a good girl like that. Right, baby?" She said as she petted Cassie's long golden blonde hair as she bobbed on Randall's cock. Cassie moaned in assent and Lotus pushed her neck further onto his thickness quickly. He closed his eyes in complete joy. 

Randall felt as Lotus left his side, walking over to the sitting chair that was her favorite. She sat in it, parting her legs thoughtfully watching. Her hand traveled down her stomach to her legs, rubbing the creamy thighs covered in black fishnet. Soon, she started rubbing her clit that was exposed by the cut-out design and began to moan slightly, letting her head rest against the back of the chair. He watched as she closed her eyes and was lost to the world for the moment, caressing her wet warmth. 

Cassie's lips brought him back into focus on her. She was sucking on his thick cock, throating it gently. He could feel her teeth pushing against his expanding girth, she might run out of room, he thought. Cassie cried with him in her mouth and he noticed she was watching Lotus stroke herself and playing with her own clit. Her fingers rapidly stroking her tiny pink clit in search of gratification. 

She grasped his cock around the base and rubbing it lightly until she met her teeth. Cassie created a bulge of cock skin as her hand moved up and down his length, guiding it into her wanting waiting mouth. She began to throat him mercilessly, quickly; like she knew he liked. His little Cassie had him, as always, at her mercy. 

A painful sounding gasp took him away from the feeling of Cassie's mouth as Lotus was contorted in a knot centering at her clit as she stopped stroking gently. He smiled at Lotus, she was so vocal as she came. Then like a stack of dominoes; Cassie gave in to her rhythm, squeezing Randall in a very painful way. Which, of course, turned him on to no end as he flooded Cassie's clenched jaws with her reward. She recovered nicely, not allowing a drop to spill. . 

Randall withdrew his cock from her mouth, thanking her and rubbing her head as she smiled up at him, with come still on her lips. With unbuttoned pants, he went to the kitchen and got a glass of water, he needed it. From the sink, he saw Cassie pad over to Lotus, kissing her deeply as she shared his juice with her dominate partner. Randall leaned against the sink, watching the girls make out in a delightful but spent way. He was surprised when his cock began to stir again as their movements gained purpose. 

By the time he returned his cup to the sink and went to the couch, he was sporting another good hard on. Lotus leaned forward, holding Cassie by the shoulders as she kissed her neck and looked over at Randall thoughtfully. Her eyes flew to his erection as she broke the kiss, getting up and stepping lightly over Cassie. 

She kneeled in front of Randall, laying herself between his legs and taking his thickness into her warm mouth covering it with her saliva. Nibbling at the head and licking the whole length lightly. Centering on the underside, Lotus kissed his cock with a reserved gentleness and respect. When she had him wet, she put his thickness in her throat, massaging it with her tongue underneath. Her eyes met his, she grinned around him, happy in her task. 

Randall reflected on the styles of the girls he kept to amuse him. Lotus was older, wiser and took her time to please him, tease him to great heights. Cassie was a straight throater, she loved to take him as deep and as hard as she could. He enjoyed them equally though but the best was when they did it right after each other. Like now. 

Randall watch amused while Cassie was rubbing herself against Lotus's shoulder in a panicked heat. He could feel her rocking against the bigger girl and saw the wetness building up as she got more excited. Cassie began gasping as Lotus took her hand from his balls and unseeingly thrust two fingers in Cassie's hot snatch. Cassie opened her eyes wide with the intrusion but took it in stride. Randall was always astounded at their corresponding horniness. 

Soon Lotus' ministrations were working up to serious intent on his cock. It was swelling in her mouth as he was feeling the pre-cum escape and be licked up by her eager tongue. He began to buck his hips into her mouth, trying to get deeper inside of her tight welcoming throat. He arched up and thrust his cock deeply down her throat as he released his deluge into her. Shaking, he sank into the cushions of the couch with a satisfied grin. 

Lotus turned her attentions to Cassie and it didn't take long for her to make the little girl come also. She cried loudly as she came from her lover's licks to her clit with her fingers shoved into her wet cunt. Cassie ran her hand thru her curls as Lotus sucked gently at her clit, looking up into her eyes. 

Randall thanks a higher purpose that he met these two and is privileged to their love. 

Breathlessly, Cassie says, "Lotus, mistress, you haven't come. Let us make you come, I have to try this position I heard from Blondie..." Lotus nods but they both know that she gets immense pleasure from creating it in others. Lotus uncoils herself from underneath Randall's legs and tests her legs gently. Cassie suggests for her to get up on the couch and plant her feet on opposite sides of Randall. He is amused that she is positioned right above his chin, he can smell her excitement unreleased. He is shocked when Cassie spreads her ass open softly and begins to lick the crevice of her ass. Lotus loosens up a bit, leaning forward and right into Randall's face. 

Cassie removes her face from Lotus' ass long enough to smile wickedly at him as she pushes Lotus onto his chin. Randall got the idea earlier but wanted to see where they were going with this. His tongue dives into her wet warmth with practiced skill, knowing what delights her as she does him. The poor girl was really holding it in as the assault on both sides was a winning effort for them. All this was turning them on all over again, Randall had taken his cock in his hand and pumped it lightly. 

Again, Cassie's face came around her ass and looked down at him but quickly lost interest as she entranced by the hardness cradled in his lap. Her long legs made their way to his thighs as she settled her slippery pussy gratefully on his cock. She makes her way to Lotus' ass again, keeping her mind on the pleasure that is needed but she takes her time riding Randall steadily. 

Slowly, he enters two fingers in Lotus' tightness and she gasps in pleasure as her hands are playing with her breasts in a distracted way. Her legs are trembling as Cassie's face appears before him, her hand tugging his fingers out of Lotus and directing them to her own clit. She smiles as her tongue takes the place of his fingers, moving inches from his own face. 

Feeling her so close and focused on the same thing as he is, her cunt eating up his cock, is incredibly erotic. He reaches up with his left hand and tugs on her left nipple meanly. She cries in Lotus, with a shocked intake of air. Swiftly, he backs off of Lotus' clit and reaches down to meet Cassie's mouth in a come-soaked kiss. 

Lotus cries in frustration above them as Randall releases Cassie to do her job but not before he angles himself to lick Lotus' cunt in support with her. Then he trails his wet tongue back to her clit slowly, as her whole body begins to vibrate with her impending orgasm. Her cries are louder, more intense. 

Just when Randall thought she couldn't take much more, he sees Cassie lick two fingers and put them around to Lotus' round ass. This is just what she needed, as she rises through her orgasm and releases her wetness to his awaiting tongue. He just laps it up as Cassie is struggling on his cock, her face distorted in concentration. 

Lotus climbs down, out of breath but incredibly happy. She is smiling devilishly as her feet reach the floor and sees Cassie fucking Randall. She looks at him, smiling as she puts two fingers in her mouth and puts them in Cassie's ass harshly. Cassie's eyes fly open but she is lost to this world as her strangled cries attest to. 

Randall watches and feels in amazement as Cassie gets tighter on his cock with the thrusting that Lotus in doing in her ass as she kisses her shoulders softly. He slyly puts his thumb against her clit rubbing softly, smiling back at Lotus openly. 

Cassie is unbearably tight as she grips his cock in her cunt as she is losing control and wetting him from the inside. Her cry is heartbreaking as she submits to the fingers and cock in her, wetly. 

Soon, she quiets and opens up her eyes, smiling. "Welcome home!" She says breathlessly. Randall and Lotus cannot help but smile at her boundless joy.



Welcome Home



The bus was packed as it pulled up to the guard's gate at Quantico, Virginia, I could hardly wait to be processed for my 30 day leave and get home. Since my wife had died a few years back, the only family I had remaining was my daughter, a 19 year old sophomore at the University of Virginia. Cindy had called me to tell me she couldn't meet me at the airport due to a final exam, and she would be there around eight at night. She sounded as if she was crying, because she felt as if she had disappointed me. I told her not to worry one bit, and, anyway, I had to attend a debriefing that might take a while. 

I missed her badly. With her beauty and kindness she was exact image of her mother and that made this 6'3," muscular, 230 pound marine weak in the knees. Cindy also had those sexy eyes of her mother.

I always worried about boys chasing after her because; she was easily the sexiest girl on campus. She was about 5'6", 120 pounds, dark auburn hair, and sea green eyes. Her long legs helped her win an athletic scholarship on the track team in the 400 and 800 high hurdles. She was somewhat self-conscious about her "rack" as she called it. Her bust was easily a 40 DD, but she tried wearing a sports bra one size too small to keep from giggling so much. She was tired of having so many boys coming to track practice with video cameras. 

For a while now, I had nursed fantasies about fucking my own daughter, and it made me feel dirty. She was just too beautiful, and she constantly showed her love for me with lots of hugs and kisses, some of which were just quick ones on my mouth.

She made great time on the drive back to Quantico, pulling up into the driveway around 6:00 PM. As soon as I heard her car pull up, I went outside to meet her. She came running toward me in tight cut-off jeans and a man's dress shirt that was knotted at the waist, revealing a firm, flat tummy.

"Oh, God, Dad," she gushed, "I've been sitting on pins and needles all afternoon waiting to get home. I'm so glad you're home and safe. You didn't get hurt did you? I know you'd never mention anything like that in your letters."

We hugged tightly and instantly my cock began to twitch and grow. I'm sure she must have felt the bulge in my pants as we held on to each other a little longer than usual. I was happily surprised when she didn't back away but pushed even closer.

"Dad, you look drop-dead gorgeous in your dress uniform Why haven't you changed clothes? Does it help female soldiers come on to you?" she asked with a lascivious grin on her face.

She laughed at me as I blushed. "Stop teasing me, Cindy. I might have to give you a good spanking. Besides, you know I'm a fighter – not a lover."

"We'll see about that," Cindy silently thought to herself then shook the thought out of her head.

"Come on in. You can bring your stuff in later. I'm tired of eating C-rations out of a can, so I want to take you to a nice restaurant."

"Are you sure you don't want me to fix you a home cooked meal? I bet you're starved for something really good to eat," she said with a wink that startled me.

I fixed us both powerful gin and tonics after she had showered and dressed. I figured this was a special occasion and she could have a drink. We sat on the couch smiling like two people in love.

I told her about winning the bonze star for bravery, and she slid across the leather couch to give me another hug. Just as she was going to kiss me on the cheek, I turned to face her, and our lips met, holding the kiss for a moment more than we intended. She suddenly broke away and said she'd fix us another drink. When she returned, I could see that she looked both nervous and excited.

"Cindy, about that kiss..."

"Dad, it's all right. It was just a kiss between two people who love each other and have been apart for a long time. I'm still your best friend, you know."

Little did she know that I had lusted after her for several years. Now that she was a full-grown woman, my feelings for her were stronger than ever. I could tell by the way she was blushing that she, too, was turned on. I could even see a small damp spot of perspiration on her upper lip, and she had to have noticed that my cock was trying to tear a hole in my jeans.

Our eyes locked on and neither of us could look away. I know that was when we read each other's minds that we both could barely contain our lust. The time had come. Quickly, I stood up and grabbed her, pulling her body against mine. 

"Oh, Dad....this isn't...don't....we can't...." She kept saying this until I kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with my tongue. In spite of her protests, she hungrily returned my kiss, grinding her pelvis against my rock hard penis.

Without a word, she pushed my slacks and my boxers down, running hers hands over my powerful legs.

"Oh, God," she gasped as my eleven inch shaft bobbed and rose toward my wash board stomach. Rather than being embarrassed, I was proud of the length and girth of what my wife called a "giant meat hammer."

She tried to wrap her hand around my dick but only made it about half-way. Looking up at me, her eyes were glazed with lust. She never hesitated. Using her tongue to lick the pre-cum from the slit of the dark red tennis ball pulsing at the end of my rod, it was my turn to gasp.

My knees buckled and I flopped back onto the couch. Her mouth followed me and never lost contact. I don't even remember how we got naked so quickly. It was if our clothes vanished into thin air. Soon her head was bobbing up and down on my steel prick, drooling and groaning, as she tried to fit as much of it as she could in her mouth. As she worked on my dick, I took her firm breasts and kneaded them, pinching the nipples through her bra make her moan with passion. My greatest fantasy was now a reality.

I could feel the cum boiling in my balls ready to blast into her mouth.

"STOP, BABY OR I'LL CUM IN YOUR MOUTH."

Spurring her on to take me deeper into her mouth, I could hold back no longer. My cock began to shoot loads and loads of cum down her throat, filling her mouth, and running out the sides down onto her heaving breasts.

"Jesus, Cindy...."

Before I could say another word, her mouth was on mine, kissing me, smearing my tongue with my own salty cum.

I stood up, pulling her from her knees and held her feverish body tightly with my cock now pressed between us. Gently pushing her down on the sofa, I began kissing my way down her smooth, firm body, pushing her dress up and her panties down in a quick, deft movement. I paused as certain places to suck and nibble. All the while she moaned with pleasure. When I arrived at her dripping pussy, I was happy to see that she was shaved. That turned my on even more. Holding her legs apart, I began licking her slick pussy from her anus to her clit, pausing to put a little more pressure on it. Then I would suck on it as she bucked and clutched my hair. The more I licked, the harder she bucked until she stiffened, grabbed my head and screamed "Goddamn, you fucker....fuck...fuck...fuck....I'M CUMMING...I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH...AHHHHHHHHH."

She lay there gasping for breath, and I could feel the rush of blood again engorging my cock This time my erection was so hard, I thought it would break. I rose to my knees, put her legs on my shoulders, and asked her if she was ready. She tore her dress over her head and ripped off her bra. Her large breasts were tipped with rosy, stiff nipples

"Oh god, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Fuck me hard, Dad."

With my right hand, I took my cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating it with her copious juices. Finally, I pushed the head into her cunt. All I could manage was the tip of the head she was so tight.

She was gasping like she was in a race.

"It's okay, Dad. Push...push that cock inside me...I want it....please, fuck me...Fuck your daughter, NOW."

Poised at the gate of pleasure, I pushed as she used her hands and legs on my ass to pull me in.

"AAAHHH...it's so big....God, I love it"

She didn't realize it at the time but I had only put about 7" in with 4"still to go. I kept very still, allowing her to adjust the size of that much of my dick before going any further.

Her head was thrown back and her auburn hair spread across the pillow. She rose up and looked down at our union. Sweat was pouring off both of us, making our bodies shine in the lamplight.

"Dad...I'm not sure...I'm afraid you'll split me in two," she said as her chest heaved. "I've never even seen a cock that big, much less try to fit into me."

Slowly, I rocked back and forth, sliding in and out in easy strokes. We could both feel her pussy juices lubricating my cock and the walls of her vagina begin to stretch. The dam burst for her second orgasm and she screamed in wonderful pain. Again we stared into each other's eyes and we knew just what to do. She bucked her strong hips upward and I slammed my cock down hitting her cervix, trying to pin her to the bed.

"OH, FUCK ME," she cried.

She used her arms and legs to hold our slippery bodies together. I looked down at my beautiful grown child as I kept slamming my cock harder and faster. Her large breasts were bouncing all over her chest as we pounded our way toward our release.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum. I can't hold back much longer."

"Go ahead....ah, ah, ah...cum...cum inside....me. I'm ready too, honey. Shoot me full of... your hot cum."

Those last words pushed my over the edge. The cum rose from my sac, through my hammering cock and unleashed a flood of jizz into her pussy. The wet walls squeezed and milked every last drop out of me.

As I rolled over to the side, she threw her leg over mine so my cock would stay inside her. 

As we held on to each other, she whispered in my ear, "Welcome home, Daddy."

My dick looked forward to the next 30 days and nights.



Welcome Home



It has been four months since I have seen him. Four months is entirely too long to go without feeling his touch. He is coming home tonight and with four months of sleeping alone, we will both be cumming tonight. Work is going to be very difficult today because my thoughts will only be about him. His smell, his touch, his hands on my body, his cock... wow, this is going to be a long day.

Five O'clock is finally here. I have to rush home and freshen up before I go to the airport. Just a quick shower, I took a long one this morning. I chose my clothes carefully. He sent me an email last night with exactly what he wanted to see me in when he arrived. Denim skirt, black strap heals, one of his white shirts, and no panties.

It is finally time to leave. As I get closer to the airport, my pussy gets wetter. I hope his flight is not delayed. I park and rush inside to check the flight status. It was early and has already landed. I can barely contain my excitement knowing that he is already here. 

As I turn to head towards the waiting area, I feel someone's arm wrap around my waist from behind. He pulls me to him tightly. I can feel that he is just as excited to see me. He turns me around to kiss me as he grasp one of my breast. After a few minutes of PDA, I pull away and say, "Welcome home". He looks me over and gives me a smile of approval. It is time to get his luggage and head for the car. 

As we put his luggage in the back, I feel his hand go up my skirt. "One last thing to check" he says. As he runs a finger across my wet lips, he looks at me and says, "nice, very nice." I can't wait any longer and I think he knows it. I quickly shut the door to the back of the Explorer and I pull him by the front of his pants to me so I can feel the hard cock that has been trying to break free from his pants since he kissed me. 

As I unzip his pants and slip my hand around his cock, he asks, "What are you doing?" as he looks around.

"Why do you think I parked in the garage?" I replied. "I didn't want to wait until we got home to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me now."

He agrees as he raises my skirt. He leans me against the side of the vehicle and helps me pull his pants down just below his ass. He lifts one of my legs as I wrap the other around his waist. I guide him into my throbbing wet pussy slowly. I want to watch and feel all of him as he enters me. As he pushes his cock into me I pull him to me so that I can lick his neck. I have missed the taste of his skin. 

He pulls back from me just enough for him to put my leg that he is holding around his waist. Which each thrust I pull him deeper inside me with my legs. He leans forward to kiss and bite on my neck. Much to my surprise, he then grabs the bottom of his shirt that I am wearing and rips it open leaving my breast fully exposed for him. I can hear the buttons bouncing on the concrete. We knew we had to be quick but I didn't want this to stop anytime soon. As he sucks on my breast I can feel his cock getting harder inside me. Each thrust getting a little deeper.

He grabs onto my ass as he begins to fuck me faster. I tell him that I am going to cum and I want him to cum for me. "Yes I am", he says. I can feel his grip on my ass getting tighter as he begins to cum. I can hear my moans echo through the garage. He knows I am ready to cum. As I am cumming, I pull him deep into me with my legs so that I can feel his cock move with each shot of his cum. 

He pulls my body completely up to him as if to protect or savor my nakedness. He carefully opens the door and sits me in the seat. He pulls his pants up as he kisses my still exposed breast. He shuts the door and walks around to the driver side to get in. As he starts the engine, he looks over at me and says, "Thank you for the Welcome Home." 

I just smiled and said. "I am not finished yet."



Welcome Home



I had been looking forward to this night all week. My man had been out of town for several days and I needed to be fucked hard…real hard. I mean, there is only so much satisfaction a girl can get from vibrators and anal beads. I was ready for some serious, hot, sweaty, can't-catch-my-breath fucking. I longed to taste the sweet saltiness of my man's cum and feel his thick, throbbing cock hit the back of my pussy walls. Luckily, my man had left me the key to his place, so I headed over to set up a sweet, sexy surprise for his homecoming.

I let myself in and headed to the bedroom. My pussy was already wet with anticipation, and I had to resist the urge to relieve myself with my vibrators. Tonight my man was going to see just how much I missed him! I changed the sheets on the bed and misted them with my favorite perfume, which just happens to make him horny as hell. I then strategically placed five sensually scented candles around the room and lit them. Ahhh, it was perfect. A romantic glow, fresh sheets and me! Perfect. Now that the room was set, I was ready to make myself ready for him.

It had been a long day, so I decided a nice hot shower would relax me a bit and kill some time while I awaited the arrival of my sexy, hot man and his thick, throbbing cock. Just the thought of it made my pussy twitch with excitement! The warm water of the shower cascaded down my naked back then I turned to allow it to roll off my breasts. My nipples were craving some attention, so I playfully teased, tugged and pinched them while lathering my soft skin. I wanted to make sure I had a nice, fresh pussy for my man to munch, so I took extra care as I delicately and deliberately rubbed my pussy and ass. Knowing how much he loves it when my pussy is bald, I took extra care as I neatly shaved and trimmed all of the hair out of the way enabling him perfect access to his favorite pussy. Tonight I was all about pleasing my man.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled off admiring my perfectly bald pussy. Oh, was he going to love this! I slipped into his favorite black velvet lingerie and adjusted my swollen breasts to reveal just the right amount of cleavage. I decided to fore go the panties and opted for some silky thigh-high stockings instead. I know what my man likes and I was looking HOT! I finished off the sexy ensemble with his favorite pair of "fuck-me" pumps and misted my body with his favorite perfume. I tousled my long, soft hair and applied some hot, sexy cinnamon colored lipstick. He was going to love this.

I heard the key in the door and my pussy immediately reacted. I just knew some fine sexual satisfaction was just moments away! "Back here", I called as I struck as sexy, provocative pose on the freshly made bed. "Hello, darling", I purred as he walked through the bedroom door. I could see the bulge of his growing cock begging for some relief. He dropped his bags and came over to the bed. I quickly moved to the edge of the bed to meet him…I had to taste that cock! I slowly unzipped his pants and freed the thickest, most delicious cock I had ever tasted! As I wrapped my cinnamon colored lips around his throbbing member, he let out a tremendous moan. I knew he had missed me and my luscious lips teasing and sucking his thick cock. I teased the tip and then took it all…all the way to the base of his shaft. He moaned again with pleasure as I massaged and teased his balls, sucking and sucking his hard cock while stopping now and then to lick and suck his big, hairless balls. I hungrily took his cock into my mouth and sucked harder and harder until he exploded all over my face and into my mouth. I lapped up his sweetness like candy and swallowed it all like it was the last drink on earth.

After I cleaned his cock to his satisfaction, he pushed me back on the bed and dove right into my hot, wet, pulsating pussy. He licked and sucked my clit and fingered my pussy perfectly as he found just the right spot. I was so hot that I came quick, fast and hard! I squirted all over his face. He lapped up every last drop of my sweet juices then thrust his thick, hard, throbbing cock into my dripping wet pussy. He pounded me harder and harder and harder as he ran his hands up and down my silky legs. He them moved his hands to my shoulders and rammed his thick cock deeper and deeper into my pulsating pussy sending me into one orgasm after another. Deciding he had enough in this position, he turned me over, placed his hands on my hips and thrust deep inside me from behind. Leaving my silky stockings and shoes on, he tore off my velvety lingerie and squeezed my breasts hard as he rode me faster and faster. He let go of my breasts and placed his large hands on my hips again to fill me deeper with his throbbing cock. My nipples grazed the soft sheets as he fucked me harder and harder….deeper and deeper. He reached up, grabbed a handful of my hair at the nape of my neck, and rode me even harder. The strokes were long, hard and deliberate. I knew he was going to explode soon. He hit my spot and I squirted all over the fresh, clean sheets. This turned him on even more as he sent me into an orgasmic frenzy! One final thrust came as he pulled out quickly and shot hot cum all over my back. He shook and trembled as, spurt by spurt, he soaked me with his huge load. Exhausted and satisfied, we both collapsed onto the cum-soaked bed. "Welcome home, honey!"



Welcome Home



>Tania lies comfortably with her head tucked under his chin and
>pillowed on his chest. The neat pins that kept her mostly
>unbound hair in check are long gone, her hair tousled and
>spilling across her back and his chest. Completely undone, her
>hair reaches at least to her hips. She's trying not to move,
>lest she remove his touch inside her.
>
>Kyle looks up from her form to the window, watching as the light
>starts to creep in. One hand falls to his side as the other
>strokes up and down her back through the blanket, "It's already
>time to get up..." He says quietly, shifting a little in the
>bed, but still staying under her.

The door slammed shut, and Tania could hear her boyfriend's keys hit the radiator near the front door of their apartment. "Taaaaniiii..." was called up the stairs. It really took her until she heard the vague hurrying footsteps to the computer downstairs.

>Kyle room-pages, "I've gotta get going, roommate just got home."

"Eriiik!" she yelled, shutting down the program she was using and running down the stairs, still in her too-small pajamas. "Damn you, how long have you been home?" She'd noticed something familiar about the guy she was role-playing with, but she hadn't considered it was her out-of-town boyfriend.

He laughed, catching her as she ran at him, and swinging her past him, turning her momentum into swinging her around. "I got home and signed online, I thought you were still asleep. Everything was very quiet..." he teased.

Tania had to laugh. "I was online talking to Emma," she complained. "Why do you have to tease me with your flirty characters, then tease me about it?!" She pouted at him, but started grinning as soon as she'd done so. He leaned down and kissed her, though she playfully tried to resist his advances. "Damn you," she muttered at last, standing on tiptoe so she can reach his lips, five or six inches above her own. "You can't always win by kissing me, you know that, right?"

Erik just smirked at her and picked up his overnight bag that had been lying next to the door for at least an hour, she now knew. He headed up the stairs of their narrow oddly-shaped apartment, and with a sigh, Tania followed him, knowing she'd lost this round of their never-ending taunting. He'd call her on it later. The deal was whoever won had to do something for the other, within reason. Generally, this meant in bed that night. She grinned and ran up the steps to catch up with him as he entered their bedroom.

"I've missed you!" she said with a grin, pouncing on his back and startling him into falling face-first onto the unmade bed. Letting him up to breathe, Tania sat by her pillow, grinning at him. "You're not allowed to go away for a week again any time soon," she informed him, getting tackled for her complaint.

"Oh, I can't?" he teases, tackling her flat and then catching control of her wrists. With him lying chest flat upon hers, she's pinned while his hands control hers. "Who says?"

"I do!" she argues valiantly, trying to free her hands. One hand comes free, and she whips it around to tangle her fingers in the hair on the back of his head, pulling his head down roughly until her lips meet his. Upon contact, he stops trying to restrain her, and pulls her closer instead.

"Have I told you I like these pjs?" he murmurs, sliding one hand to the place where the too-small shirt bared a good three inches of her stomach. The pants, also too small, were six inches too short, but it was the shirt that Erik concentrated on. The spaghetti-strap loose top had shrunk enough to tightly hug Tania's curves, and leave a good bit of her midriff bare. It was not the first time, nor likely to be the last, that he lowered his head and stuck his tongue in her bellybutton.

The cold touch made her wriggle. "Erik..." she whined. "Don't! I have class in an hour..." her pleas fell on deaf ears, his tongue tracing wider and wider circles around her bellybutton.

"You can miss that goddamned English seminar for *once*, Tani," he growled at her, nosing her bare flesh. "You never miss one, and I just got home. I *forbid* you to leave this room. In fact, you are forbidden to leave this bed!"

Tania sighed, trying to wriggle away from his cold nose. "I didn't do the homework anywaaaayyy... Erik!" One finger had hooked into the elastic waist of her pj pants, and was pulling them slowly down, followed by his no-longer-cold nose.

He froze, nose nearly to her hair. "Mm-hmm?" he asks, rubbing his nose in the topmost bits of regrowing hair of her shaved crotch. "Something wrong, Tani?" She was now in a position where she had no intention of moving, and speech was beyond her. Her moan came out sounding vaguely like his name, just making him smile. "I didn't think so." His finger continued yanking away her pants, until the elastic would no longer stretch and he would have to move her to remove them. Finger still on her skin, he looked up at his girlfriend's face. "You going to make this difficult for me?" he asked, voice growling in playful menace.

Tania shivers, knowing what that would entail. But for now she bites her lip, grinning as she shakes her head vigorously. "Nh-hmm."

"Good." He forcefully pulls her towards him, her knees bending as her toes get caught up against his leg. Her hips now even with her feet, he heaves on her hips and with a grin, yanks both pj pants and underwear from her hips, making her shriek as his cold hands slide along her upper legs, to her knees.

"God damn! your hands are cold," she yells, a large shiver shaking her whole body. Her pants now lie at her knees, bunched up on her lower legs and effectively tying her legs together, while leaving her upper legs and hips bare.

"Clearly I need to warm them up," Erik replied, sticking both hands between her warm thighs with a wide grin.

Another squeal from Tania. "Eriiiiik!" This time she actually fought back, legs restrained in her own clothing or not. His hands were freezing cold on her skin, and made her shivers more frequent.

"I thought you weren't going to make this difficult?" he teased, one hand catching her about the knees, trapping her legs to his chest, the other sliding between her legs and ever so slowly inching down to her sex.

Biting back a squeal of pleasure, Tania's shivers were no longer just from the cold of his hands. But when his hand reached the outer lips of her sex, the squeal became a moan. "Not going to..." she affirmed, relaxing slightly for a moment, only to fight back again as he too relaxed. It was enough to break her free of his grip, and (legs still encumbered) she rolled him over until she pinned him. "Don't make this difficult," she said with a mischievous grin.

"Wouldn't dream of it, love," he murmured, kissing her nose, just above his. For a moment she just smiled at him, and kissed him gently in return, but then she moved, hands darting for his waistband.

"Don't move," she ordered him, eyes twinkling. She knew quite well it was nigh on impossible for him not to, as soon as she unzipped the fly of his jeans. His boxers were straining for her already, and they'd barely begun. Teasing now, she stuck her tongue in his bellybutton, winking at him with a see-how-you-like-it expression as his eyes widened. She could feel the shiver run through him as her tongue trailed down from his bellybutton, her finger sliding his boxers out of the way. Guiding herself carefully, Tania's tongue didn't stop it's slow progress until it ran into the swollen head of his cock. It jumped for her, making her laugh, and Erik moan.

"Don't tease..." he begged, forcing his hands onto the bed rather than give in to her pleasurable torture.

"Too late," she murmured, eyes on her prize as she slid his pants off his hips with a slight heave. As he did to her, she left the pants around his knees. Grinning, she replaced his boxers, hiding his eager member from view. His eyes pleaded with her as she bent down and trailed her tongue along the outside of his underwear, leaving a wet line behind it and making his whole body shake.

Tania slipped away, off the bed, long enough to fully remove her restrictive pj pants. Fully unclothed now, she prowled back along the bed to place herself above him, hands at his shoulders and knees straddling his hips. She leaned down, kissing him, but pulling away with a smirk as he began to reciprocate. "Don't touch," she instructs as his hands reach for her chest, nipples suspended a tantalizing inch above his own.

Lowering her hips, Tania wetly slid her openly inviting sex up and down the outside of his boxers, along the underside of the cock she could now feel ready to burst. Wiggling her hips, she grinned at his expression of tortured bliss.

Past all hope of "not touching", Erik bent his arms, trapped at his sides, catching her under the knees as his hands grabbed her ass to pull her forcefully against him. His lips met hers in a frenzied fashion while his hips ground against her. Her arms collapsed, bringing her body fully down atop his as she returned the grinding motion of her hips. He was forced to break the kiss first, gasping as his cock strained for her to the point where the head left the cover of his boxers, peeping up from the elastic waist.

Tania smiled at him, getting a love-stricken sigh in return, and wiggled down his body until her lips were in reach of his waistband. Extending her tongue carefully, she licked just the very tip of him, very gently, tongue barely touching his skin. Erik groaned, and a little gush of pre-cum drooled from his eager dick. Tania's tongue cleaned that up quickly, beginning to run circles around and around his cock head.

Erik was lost past any hope of movement, blissfully unaware of anything besides his girlfriend's tongue after a week and a half of being away from it. Tania finally shifted to pull his boxers away, so her tongue could reach more of his cock. She was really getting lost in this as well, not having had him within reach for ten days. Her tongue moved slower and slower, sensually stroking all of his cock until she finally placed her lips around the cock head, sucking on it like her life depended upon it. His whole body jerked, hips thrusting up at her tongue, his body taking over, wanting to feel more of her wet embrace.

Tania pulled back, laughing at his response, but he just sighed, released for the moment from the torturously slow pleasure. Seeing the look of relief on his face, Tania gave in, removing his boxers for him, and sliding them down to join his jeans about his knees.

Erik's cock immediately jumped upright, straining upwards where her mouth was moments before. Tania returned to her straddling position, but above his knees this time, rather than his hips. Both her hands wrapped about his dick, leaving just the head free. This she carefully licked with the flat of her tongue, wetly caressing it before she kissed it and placed her lips around it again. Releasing her upper hand, Tania's head slowly bobbed up and down the upper four inches of his cock, hand at the base keeping his hips from jumping up to fuck her throat.

At his groan, she glanced up at his eyes, which were pleading with her. Rolling her own eyes, she sighed, but then released her other hand to slide all the way down his cock once. As the head of his cock reached the back of her throat and continued further, he groaned again, hips retreating slightly to just slide the last quarter inch back and forth again, loving the feel of her throat clasping him.

As she pulled back he groaned again, but she's done with her blowjob at this point. Sliding forward, she trapped his cock against his stomach, sitting on top of it. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his as she rubbed her breasts against his chest, small shivers shaking her own body as her stiff nipples rub against him. The kiss dragged on and on as his tongue forced its way between her lips to ravage her mouth. From the movement of his hips beneath her, it wasn't his tongue, nor her mouth, that he was thinking about.

Erik's hands were on her back, holding her close as one hand stroked her back, the other considering her ass. Finally his hand slid down her body to cup her ass, squeezing lightly. But his fingers were far too close to her sex for him to resist sliding his hand further down. He rubbed her wetness, finding her hard nub and ruthlessly attacking it once found.

Her gasp broke their kiss. Eyes fluttering as her breath came in quick pants, she froze atop him, his finger on her clit keeping her from any further teasing of his body. A moan burst from between her lips, encouraging Erik to hurry. With his increased pressure and speed, she moaned at each movement of his finger, back and forth, until finally, gasping, her muscles collapsed her atop him while her pussy gushed juice all over his hand.

Erik hummed his pleasure, letting her juices slide along his fingers. He pulled his cock from beneath her, stroking it with her juices to lubricate it a bit, not that she needed it anymore. Before she could regroup and begin taunting him again, he took his dick and stroked it along her wet sex, up and down a few times, making her squirm. When she called out at the touch to her opening, he knew it was time.

His cock didn't need direction as it slid within it's sheath. Tania's moan only encouraged him to shift his hips to firmly land every inch of his shaft deep within her. She gasped for breath, then pressed against his chest to sit up straight, wriggling her hips to make sure she was in a good position atop him.

She sat still for a moment, catching her breath. "I can't believe how much I missed you," she said with a smile, squeezing her inner muscles to clamp his cock in a wet hug. She grinned as his eyes fell closed, his jaw clamping shut to keep from groaning. "I guessed you missed me to?" she teased, sliding up and then down again, knees pressed against the bed for leverage.

"Gawwwwd," he moaned. "Yes!" Knowing he's in for one hell of a ride, Erik just let his arms fall limply at his sides, hands laid just above her knees comfortably.

Taking that as a cue to begin, Tania rolled her hips forward and back, then swiftly rose and fell, impaling herself yet again. His groan matched hers as she landed, his cock completely filling her stretched pussy. "Mmmm..." she moaned as she repeated the action, then sped up her pace.

Gripping his cock with her inner pussy walls, Tania wasn't in the mood for making love to her boyfriend... she was ready to fuck him silly. Partway through her motions, though, she realized it was in fact she who was getting fucked silly; her breath came in gasps, and she was having trouble continuing her motion. But at that point it didn't matter, because Erik too was groaning with each thrust of his hips rising to meet hers.

Feeling the tightening in his balls, Erik shifted one hand so his thumb could press against her pleasure button. With a gasping moan, Tania slammed herself down upon him, orgasm ripping through her body. The sudden death grip on his cock released jet after jet of his cum deep within her, Erik gasping right along with her as her pussy milked every last bit of cum from him.

Tania was still shaking, frozen in her upright position atop him, and Erik wrapped his arms about her waist, pulling her down to lie with him. She relaxed against his chest with a grateful sigh of pleasure, staying there until with one last moan, his softened dick slipped from her, and their combined juices leaked out of her onto his abdomen.

With a groan of annoyance at no longer being filled with him, Tania slides to lie on her stomach beside her boyfriend, pillowing her head on his shoulder. "Wake me in twenty minutes," she orders weakly. "And we'll do it again."



Welcome Home



You get home from working overtime on a Saturday and I meet you at the door. I kiss you softly on the lips as I pull you in and I close the door behind you. I wrap my arms slowly around you giving you a big bear hug knowing that you have had a bad day at work. I bring my lips to yours. I kiss you hard this time crushing your lips to mine. I slide my tongue past your lips as I run my hands up your back to your l silky hair. I pull your head to me pulling you onto my mouth. Our tongues dance caressing each other in a slow and sensual way.

I break away, take you by the hand, and I walk you to the bathroom our footsteps echoing in the hall. I go in first pulling you in behind me. I close the door and pull you close to me crushing my lips once again to yours. My hands begin to caress your back up and down a gentle ballet on the skin. My hands slowly come to a rest on your ass cheeks. I pull you to me so you can feel my hardness through our clothes you push back so I can feel your heat. Our mouths still on each other I push away and kiss your neck as I unbutton your blouse. I kiss your neck once for each button relishing in the feel of your skin on my lips. When the last button is undone I push the blouse off your arms. I kiss you hard and long as my hands begin a slow journey form your ass cheeks, to your hips, till my hands find the hook of your dress. I unclip the hook and pull your dress gently off your hips. We hear it as they fall to the floor. My hand caress you're the gentle curves of your ass cheeks. I squeeze them in my hands and they form themselves to my palms. I kiss my way down your neck. Kissing a long and slow trail downward to your nipple. My mouth opens and I lick your nipple through the fabric of your bra. The nipple hardens under this treatment and I continue to lick it up and down. Once the bra is soaked from the presence of my tongue I gently bite the nipple. Then lick it again my tongue slowly making its way round and round the nipple. Reluctantly I pull away only to put my mouth to you're other breast. My mouth opens and I try and take as much of your breast in it. I press my mouth firmly to your breast and my tongue begins to swirl. My tongue and lips trying to cover your entire breast and nipple. The lacing of your bra just is getting soaked from my mouth.

I reach up and around you to unhook your bra. I take the material in my teeth and pull your bra off you with my mouth all the time smiling up at you. You see me as I drop it to the floor and then you feel me cupping both your breasts in my hands. I begin rubbing the nipples with my thumbs just caressing them softly around and round. I then take a firm grip of each one of your lovely orbs and push them together and release them. Repeating it as I look into your eyes of fire, push and release, all the time looking at you. I let them fall from my grasp and I take each nipple in each hand. I rub the nipples between fingers and thumbs as I hear your moans. I look deep into your eyes to see how the fires are burning within you' I cup each breast in the palms of my hands and reach my mouth to your nipple to suck it slowly past my lips. I massage the nipple with my tongue and lick around it. Around and round your nipple my tongue goes ever so slow. I let it go and take the other nipple slowly past my lips and into my mouth. I begin to swirl my tongue round and round it. I press your breast together and my mouth and lips hop from one nipple to the other and I hear your moan. I look up at you and see a stronger fire in your eyes and you see me smile form around your nipple.

I release your nipple from my mouth and lick down from your breast. As I kneel down my tongue trails down over the smooth silky skin of your belly. It takes a slow sojourn down past your belly button. You feel my tongue caressing it way to your panties. You shiver slightly anticipating my next move and you spreading your legs for me. I blow gently over your panty-clad mound and kiss the lips before me. I take my hands and rub them slowly up the back of your legs as I kiss your cunt lips through the fabric before me. I marvel at the aroma of such a beautiful woman with such a marvelous mound. My tongue presses to your mound and licks up. I repeat this again and again. My tongue pressing against you the fabric moistens from my tongue and from your own internal juice. I lick again pressing my tongue hard against your lips and begin to taste your juices. I hear you moan and lick harder in response. My hands firmly grasp your ass cheeks and pull you to my mouth. My mouth covers your panty-clad mound and I lick up against your lips tasting you with each lick. I pull away from you and I take my hands from their firm grasp of your ass cheeks and place my fingers to your waistband and I tug gently down. You bring you legs together so I pull your panties down past you're your thighs. I pull then past your knees and then finally to the floor and you step out of them.

I look up at you and smile once more. I wonder how I got so lucky to have such a lovely woman. I see your eyes almost engulfed in passion. You look down at me and take your hands and place them on the back of my head you pull me to your mound. My tongue arrows for you clit as your run your fingers through my hair. I touch your clit with just the tip of my tongue and I flick my tongue up once. I do this again and again. I lick your clit up and down with a feather caress your clit hardening with each light lick. I press my mouth over and around your clit and then slowly suck it past my lips. You moan and your hands press my harder to your mound as I suck your clit slow past my lips. I take your clit slow into my mouth taking all I can in. I massage you clit with my tongue in my mouth by gently applying pressure with my tongue. I lick your clit hard in my mouth as my hands grab hold of your ass cheeks and pull you hard to me. I then release you clit only to suck it slow in again. I massage you clit once more with my tongue swirling my tongue around it. I release you clit and take two of my fingers and begin tracing your pussy lips. I hear you moan once more. I respond by tracing the cleft between your lips as I lick your clit. I take two my fingers and place them at your cunt lips. I slowly push. I push past your outer lip and into a furnace of heat and wetness. I keep pushing my fingers in as I place my tongue to your clit and begin to lick once more. I just lick up and down slow as my fingers begin to slide in and out gently. I feel your hands at the back of my head urging me to be faster. I use the same rhythm of licking your clit to my fingers entering your cunt. A slow and gentle entrance and exit from your heated portal. My fingers slide in and out as my tongue goes up and down on you clit. I feel your desire heightening with each lick and probe.

I know how close you are by your heavy breathing and how tight your muscles are around my fingers. You grab the back of my head and force my tongue hard to your clit. I respond my licking hard and licking fast on your clit. My fingers speed up there probing to quicker and deeper. I hear you moan loudly as you grab my hair. I feel your body convulse under my tongue. I feel your muscles grab my fingers deep in you and I feel your hot juices surround them. You hands finally release their grip on me and I pull my face from you as my fingers leave your portal. I look up at you and smile.

You smile back your face relaxed but embers in your eyes. I take my tongue and lick deep into the folds of your cunt and swirl it around. I taste your juices and it further fans my desire for you. I pull my tongue back out slow trying to get all your moistness. I stand up and lick my way up as I do. My tongue follows a smooth trail to your mouth. I crush my lips, moist with your juice, to your lips. My tongue probes your mouth once and you push me away.

You take your hands to my T-shirt and pull it up and off my head. I feel your fingers caress their way through my chest hair and you lightly brush my nipples with your fingers. Your mouth kisses my neck and ear as you slowly stroke your fingers through the belly hair. Your fingers dancing on my skin till you get to the top of my shorts. You fingers keep trailing down over my shorts and you begin caressing my manhood. You take your hand and open it. You wrap your delicate fingers around my cock and you squeeze slow and firm to see how hard I really am. You release it and squeeze again as your kiss my neck. You let go and just caress my cock through the fabric. You rub my cock up and down it length slowly feeling me from my balls to the tip. It twitches under your hand.

.

You begin kissing your way down my chest. You pause but a moment on each of my nipples and you travel downward till you have to kneel. You are on your knees before me. You look up and I look down and our eyes meet. I wonder how I got to be so lucky to have such a beautiful woman before me. I can do nothing but smile and devour you with my eyes. You take your hands to my waistband of my shorts and pull them down and out being careful to pull them over my stiffness. You watch my cock as it pops out in front of your face and you lick your lips and look up at me. You pull my shorts to the floor and I step out of them for you. My cock twitches in you face and you smile and look at it closely. You take one of your soft hands and you cup my balls. You fondle my balls gently as you look at the head of my cock. You other hand reaches to the base of my shaft and your wrap you hand as much as you can around it. You begin to stroke my cock upwards. Your hand sliding the length of my cock to the head and back down again. You grip firm around my cock as it slides the entire length of it. Your hand travels up and down again, slow, as your other hand massages my balls. You stroke me firmly, up and down the length of my cock. 

You bring your face close to my cock as you stroke it. I watch your lovely face come closer to my cock head and my hands reach to caress your silky hair. I watch as your tongue reaches from your lovely lips and touches the end of my cock. I moan at the moment your tongue comes in contact with my cock head. Your hand squeezes the base of my cock as your mouth opens wide and you start taking my cock in. You caress it with your tongue as you slowly take in its length. You look up at me, and your eyes sparkle, as you keep taking my cock in. You take in as much of my cock as you can. You begin to slowly pull you mouth off me and you let it pop out of your mouth. You then proceed to lick the side of my cock as you fondle my balls. You lick your way one more to the head of my cock. You swirl your tongue around it as I run my fingers through your hair. You once again take my cock in your mouth and just begin to bob your head slowly on it. You head travels back and forth on my cock. My hands grab both sides of your head and I guide you on an off my cock. They urge you to quicken the pace. I look down to see your sucking my cock with such abandon and know I can not take it much longer. You look up at me. Your eyes meet mine and you know how close I am to coming. You quickly pull you mouth off my cock and begin to stroke me fast and hard. You look into my eyes as your hand travels my cock. You feel my cock expand in your hands. You look into my eyes as the come escapes from my cock and sprays your breasts and neck. You keep stroking me till you know my cock is empty of come. You squeeze my cock hard to milk out that one last drop. 

I watch the come fly from my cock and land on your breasts. My heart beating hard through each spasm. I groan as you milk it one last time. I look down at you covered in my come and wonder how one man can be so lucky. I give you my hand and you take it in your hand. I pull you up. I hold you close. I kiss you hard on your lips and ask you to join me in the shower............

To be continued?



Welcome Home



Nicholas loved action/drama movies that featured a hero on a hopeless quest to right a wrong or find some peace in the world. They seemed to resonate within him. He was in the middle of watching the Outlaw Jose Wales for probably the twentieth time when there came a gentle knock at the door.

Deciding he was decently clothed in his shorts and t-shirt he got up and went to the door. He opened it enough to see who was there and was greeted by a most lovely of sights; Shandra. Shandra had been out of town for a week on business and Nicholas had been somewhat glum since she had left. It was like a part of him was gone when Shandra was gone. Nicholas had always been a romantic and Shandra made him turn hopeless with her presence. 

She looked at him with a twinkle in her beautiful brown eyes and smiled that smiled she saved for him alone. She had her down and was wearing a simple blouse and blue jeans that hugged her delicious curves. Tan platform shoes finished her outfit. Her dark brown hair was down and its shoulder length framed a face that had inspired painters, sculptors, and poets alike. 

"Hey baby, did you miss me?" she said as she pushed the door open with her left hand and placed her right hand on Nicholas' powerful chest. 

Putting his hands on her hips, Nicholas pulled Shandra to him. Shandra closed the door as he starting to kiss her with urgency and passion. Cupping her perfect ass, Nicholas lifted Shandra off the floor. Shandra wrapped her long, slim legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Nicholas' strong legs easily supported her weight and he turned and walked a few feet to the nearest wall. Pressing Shandra's back to the wall, Nicholas started to kiss and nibble on her neck and the cleavage that was exposed by her blouse's generous neckline. Turning her head to give Nicholas easier access to these highly sensitive erogenous areas, Shandra started to grind her hips into Nicholas rapidly expanding groin. The harder Nicholas' cock got the more aggressive his necking got.

Finally Nicolas let Shandra's legs fall and she stood on her own facing him. This only lasted a moment and then he spun her around and pressed into her as she faced the wall. His cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts against her ass. Shandra, her faced turned sideways, purred as she pressed back into him rocking her hips back and forth. Nicholas' hands reached around to the front of her blouse and with one motion he ripped it open.

Shandra gasped and then laughed. She loved it when Nicholas' passion became so great that he became bestial in his lovemaking. "Fuck yeah baby. Show mama what ya got for her." she cooed.

Forcing her arms above Shandra's head, Nicholas held them there with one hand while the others started to knead and caress her body starting with her full, gorgeous tits and working his way down her smooth, silky skin to her waist. He unbuttoned her pants and unzipped them as he continued to kiss and nip at her neck. He paid special attention to the nape of the neck as he knew this drove her crazy with desire. His free hand worked its way under the black silk panties Shandra wore. He started to dry hump her ass while he stroked her clit gently. Occasionally his middle finger would penetrate her pussy. This only made her even wetter.

Taking his hand out of Shandra's panties, Nicholas started to work her pants down over her ass. They eventually dropped the rest of the way and pooled around her ankles. Then he pulled his own shorts down and let out a growl when his hot, hard cock touched the smoothness of Shandra's ass cheeks. Shandra, standing a couple of inches taller than Nicholas because of her platform shores and him being bare foot, lifted her ass and felt Nicholas' throbbing cock head slide under her ass and press against her pussy lips through her thin panty material.

"Holy shit, I'm so fucking wet." she gasped.

Nicholas brought his free hand around to her front again and pulled the panty panel covering her puffy, sensitive pussy to the side. His cock slipped into her pussy as her started to stroke her clit again. 

He released Shandra's arms. He licked the tip of his forefinger and pulled her tits out of her bra. He started massaging her rock hard nipples, making Shandra grind her hips against him even harder. 

Nicholas could feel her heart beat quicken and her breath become shallower and quicker. These were sure signs she was about to cum. This was good because Nicholas was almost to point of explosion himself. Shandra took the hand massaging her tits and brought it to her mouth. She started sucking and licking his forefinger using her best cock sucking technique. 

With a snarl, Nicholas bit down on her muscle running between her neck and shoulder. He bit hard enough to hurt little but nearly hard enough to break the skin. This caused Shandra to explode on his cock and at the same time bite down on Nicholas' finger. Nicholas' cock jerked once and then pumped load upon load into Shandra's hungry pussy.

When Nicholas cock was done throbbing and had slid out of her, Shandra spun around and took his head between her hands and gave him her best spine tingling French kiss. Removing the rest of their clothes they went the bathroom and took a long, hot shower together. The whole shower Shandra smiled knowing that she had a special treat for Nicholas that night.

To be continued...



Welcome Home



He stood in the doorway of the empty house and scanned the bare floors and walls. The feeling was alien, unsettling. Ghosts of memories haunted every corner of the room and threatened to overwhelm him.

Slowly he walked around the room, taking in the scene one last time. The carpet was vacuumed, shampooed. His eyes scanned over slightly darker sections where a glass of wine had spilt, where a cup of coffee had fallen. There were indentations where the feet of the couch had been. 

Ah, the couch. It was gone now, nothing left but those indentations. Not even the dust bunnies which had made a warren under there remained. Even so, the faint ghostly image of the couch rematerialized in his mind in the same spot. Lying upon it... was her.

She lay there, sleeping. Her robe had fallen open, her breast and nipple visible in the soft light, her white panties barely seen through the parting of the bottom. 

His memory replayed like a movie. Standing next to her, he lowered his hand to her mound on top of the panties. Her crotch was warm; she didn't awake.

The stirring in his groin snapped him back to reality. Getting turned on right now was just wrong, so wrong. He looked up at the ceiling trying to fight back the tears. No, he wouldn't cry. That would just be too insulting to add to the injury. He wouldn't let him. He just wouldn't.

He looked back down at the memory and saw her lying there. He watched the replay of his memory like a detached observer. It quelled his threatening erection and he allowed himself to remember.

His fingers had slid across her pussy lips, feeling the soft cotton of the panties underneath his fingertips. She breathed deep but still did not wake up. He couldn't believe his luck. His other hand reached down to caress the swell of her breast with the back of his other hand. It was so smooth, smoother than any skin he had ever felt. His fingers just touched her with the barest of touch.

Her pussy was starting to respond even while she slept. Moisture arose through the soft cotton, and he could smell the beginnings of her arousal. While he focused his attention on her breast, he felt her hand touch the one at her pussy. He glanced down and saw her move his fingers to the waistband and push them underneath. Looking at her face, he watched as she slowly opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Hello," she said. Her pussy was soaked under his touch.

The vision vanished. He realized he had closed his eyes at some point, and now he opened them to a watery perspective once more of the indentations on the carpet. Again, he looked up to the ceiling, as if he could roll back the tears into the ducts. 

No, he mustn't. He mustn't cry.

He felt numb. Was this what shock felt like? He couldn't tell. He didn't think he'd ever been in shock before. How could he know?

He walked into the bedroom, half expecting to see the bedroom furniture there but knowing that it wasn't. Similar to the couch, the ghostly bed rematerialized in the forefront of his mind, and he wandered around the perimeter of where the bed used to be, not allowing himself to cross the boundary that used to be the edge of the bed.

Before he could stop himself, the images flooded into his mind. They flickered like an old-time nickelodeon, fluttering images of her sleeping, of her sitting on the edge of the bed blowing him, of her being tied up at the bedposts, of him grabbing her ass and fucking her from behind. Image after image of increasing sexual intensity ran rampant through his brain before finally stopping at the most recent memory.

They lay side by side in the bed, naked. She was playing with his semi-hard cock after having fucked him hard. 

"I have to tell you something," he had said. She looked at him. "I have to go to a client meeting up north for about three days. I just wanted to tell you because I don't know how well I'll get Internet or cell reception because I've never been there before."

"What are you saying?" she said, concern in her voice. "Are you not going to be able to pick me up?"

He laughed, and brushed the hair from her face. "Oh, no!" he said, reassuringly. "I'm telling you this now so that you won't worry. I'll be there."

"Okay," she said, not convinced.

"Look," he said. "I know that we've only been seeing each other for 3 months. But you have to trust me."

She smiled weakly, her beautiful blonde hair pressed against the side of her face as she cocked her head. "Perhaps I should ask someone else to get me at the airport."

"Why?" he asked. "I'll be back in time, I promise." She still looked doubtful. "Even if I have to get rolled in on a gurney I'll be there," he said, laughing.

She laughed too, and kissed him while squeezing his cock. Already he was growing hard again. 

"You're sure?" she asked. 

"Absolutely," he said. 

She leaned up to kiss him, and cupped his balls. "Okay," she said, with more confidence. 

His cock grew in her hand. "Mmmm," she purred. "Can I suck you again?"

She had to ask? "Suck me, babe," he whispered.

She moved down between his legs and took his hardening cock between both hands. She took the tip in his mouth and her eyes widened in joy, as if she had just tasted a sweet. "Oh, I love tasting myself on you," she cooed, and then engulfed him yet again.

As he watched her head bob up and down, he realized how little he knew her. This gorgeous woman came out of nowhere, seemingly absolutely perfect for him. She loved everything he loved, wanted everything he wanted, was absolutely insatiable. Somehow she had found a way to let him drop his fortress-type internal walls and let her in. 

Her eyes released his and she closed them and took him completely in her mouth, her hand wrapping around his smoothly shaven balls and caressed them in her palm. She hummed softly, sending vibrations through his dick and making him squirm.

She giggled at his reaction, even though she knew it was how he would react. As her mouth crept into a smile, he could feel the change in shape through his sensitive cock. 

She looked up at him, and rubbed the knob furiously, sending him into conniptions. "I don't know if I want you to come in my mouth or in my pussy," she said. 

Without waiting for a response, she took him deep into her throat again. He cried out in surprise and excruciating pleasure. On her upstroke she sucked hard, the head falling out of her mouth with a soft "pop." 

He inhaled, not realizing that he had even been avoiding breathing. His gasp for air was just in time; she swallowed him whole once again, choking the breath in his throat. She ticked behind his balls with her fingernails while re-emerging from the base of his cock.

She let him go and slid up his torso so quickly he was caught by surprise. Still holding his stiff shaft in one hand she stuffed him in her hot, tight pussy. She was too tight to take him all in one go, even after the thorough fucking earlier. She was a little too overzealous, causing his dick to bend slightly. He jumped.

He jumped out of the memory at the thought. At some point he sat down, staring at the carpet of the bare room. It was as naked as they had been. 

He got to his feet, brushing his trousers. He walked through the area where the bed had been, not sure if it was a gesture of acceptance or defiance. He walked past the empty closets into the bathroom to see the spotless tile gleam back at him. The house was ready to be shown by a real estate agent.

He looked at the mirror and got a flashback of her bent over the counter staring at him through the mirror as he fucked her from behind. He looked down at his bastard traitorous cock as it started to awake, begging for attention. He felt disgust at his own body for betraying him this way.

Still, the image would not abate. She rested on her forearms on the bathroom counter, her wrists tied together with velcro straps. She could only receive the tremendous fucking he was giving her.

He placed one hand on the small of her back and guided his angry engorged tool into her soaked pussy. This wasn't lovemaking, this was fucking.

"Oh, yes!" She cried out as he entered her, his balls slapping her clit. "Fuck me hard!"

He did. He held onto her hips and fucked her as hard and fast as he could. He wasn't going to last long, and they both knew it. Neither of them cared. When he fucked her this hard she came easy and often. Already her pussy was clenching him in pre-orgasmic preparation. 

"Oh god," she said. "I'm coming already!" 

Hearing the words caused his cock to jump. He could feel the beginnings of his own orgasm building as well. 

"Oh, yeah," he grunted. "I'm going to come too, baby."

"Yeah," she said, trying to look back over her shoulder, then locking her eyes with his through the mirror. "Fuck me, baby. Come inside me. Paint my pussy."

His cock lurched in his pants, bringing him back once again, frustrated. He felt dizzy. The recollection had been so real, so present, he had for a moment thought that she was really here, and he was really fucking her like he used to.

He turned to go, and lost his balance. He slipped and leaned against the doorframe to set himself right. Maybe he should go see a doctor. 

He staggered out through the bedroom and into the living room, crossing the short span into his home office. Again, the emptiness of the room generated vertigo. He slid his hand across the door, not to be melodramatic (after all, who was there to see?), but because he was searching for something real, something solid. 

The broken closet door swung out, and he heard a piece of paper fall between the horizontal slats just behind. He angled the door out, thinking sickly that he had intended on fixing that, and saw a small card on the floor. It was the only item that wasn't bolted down that he had seen since he arrived. 

Bending down and picking it up, he turned it over to see a picture of her. She was posing, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, her head cocked back in a coy look of a 40's pinup. She was dressed in skimpy black bra and panties and thigh-high leggings. 

He remembered when she had sent it to him. He had been at a team meeting at work, his laptop open when his personal mail account showed an incoming email. Seeing it was from her, he clicked it open to see this half-naked beauty staring back at him. Definitely not safe for work. 

He kept sneaking peaks at the picture whenever he could do so, hiding the window surreptitiously whenever someone appeared to be getting too curious as to what he was looking at. 

His cock would no longer be denied. He was rock hard, pressing against his trousers. He decided to give in and release the straining cock. 

He dropped the picture on the ground, and stood over it, cock in hand. 

He had come home that day to find her in this very office, in this very spot, sitting in the same position she had been in the picture.

"Did you have a good day at work, sweetheart?" she asked coyly. 

He stroked his cock at the memory.

She took out his cock and sucked his head for a short while. "I've been thinking about your cock all day, baby," she said. "I've wanted to feel you come on me. I can't wait to feel your hot come fall on my chest and stomach." She traced her fingers from her throat down her breasts to her tight tummy. 

She flattened her tongue and licked the bottom of his cockhead, never removing her eyes from his. She started sucking him hard, pumping with her fist. Her fingers went between her legs, hiding underneath the black lace panties. The sound of her masturbation, though, rang in his ears. 

"Oh god, honey," he cried. "Your mouth feels so good!"

She sucked him and pulled his cock with her fist hard. She wasn't playing with him, she wasn't teasing him. She was going to make him come as fast as she could.

It wasn't going to take long. He started to feel his thighs quiver and shake as her ministrations were having their effect. She was so good, he found it hard to even speak. 

"Oh god, oh! oh!" was all he managed. She released his cock from her mouth and looked down at the head as he shot out long ropes of come onto her chest, splattering her black bra with his white fluid. 

He looked down and watched his own fist pump out his orgasmic fluid onto the picture on the floor. The come landed square on her chest, then her ass and hair, the final rope hanging limply from the end of his cock. He shook the last bit off and watched it fall straight onto her face.

"Bi-" he began, but the sound of his own voice unlocked the key to hell. He sank to his knees, unable to support himself any longer. The tears came unbidden, confusion and sadness mixing in with the anger, hatred, and longing. 

The sobs hit him hard, and surprised him with their force. Vision soon became impossible as he retraced the steps of the morning. 

He had driven straight to the airport from his business trip, never stopping at home. The last thing he had heard from her was an email just before her leaving for her flight, saying "Ah, my darling, there's no place I'd rather be than in your arms... Just now dressing to be away, I'll be on my way home in 45 minutes..." She signed it with a little graphic red rose.

He had made it to the airport on time, had stood at the arrivals lounge for her to emerge from the gates, holding a goofy sign saying "Honey (left bracket)" – an inside joke that they had shared when a graphic she had sent during an IM session had failed to turn into the picture she thought it would.

He had weathered the strange stares of both passengers and those who had come to pick up the passengers. He waited until the flight was no longer listed, had searched the terminal, had had her paged. Finally, worried sick, he had gone to the airline's frequent flyer lounge to see if she might be there. 

"What's her name?" the receptionist asked. He told her. 

"I"m sorry," she said, "But there's no passenger with that name on this flight."

"What?" he asked, incredulous. "But, but that's impossible."

"Maybe she's on the 8:05?" offered the other agent, trying to be helpful. 

The first agent tapped in some items on the keyboard, and again shook her head. "No, I'm sorry, sir. We don't have that passenger listed on any of our flights. Could it be another airline?"

He shook his head, dumbly. No... Did he say it out loud, or just think it?

"No," he said. "She gave me that flight number and time."

He stood there for a few minutes, letting this sink in. He wasn't sure what it meant, but afraid that he actually did.

He wandered out into the arrivals lounge to return to his car. Emerging from the terminal into the pouring rain, he couldn't make himself move faster to avoid getting soaked. He walked to his car, got in, and turned the car over. It refused to start.

He sighed. He stared at the cascading sheets of water falling down the windshield, a surreal feeling of nausea threatening to overwhelm him. He called her cell, only to find that the number was no longer in service. He stared out the window.

Eventually, he tried the car again, and it reluctantly started. He drove home the uncertainty of the car failing him again, but secretly grateful that it forced him to focus on something else.

He pulled into the driveway an hour later, and walked up to the front door. He held the keys in his hand, unsure if he really wanted to venture inside.

The door swung open to the empty house. 

His mind whiplashed back to the present. He'd only been in the house for fifteen minutes, but he felt as if he'd been there for years. 

He blinked his eyes, and saw that his own tears had fallen and had cleared away her face on the picture. She had taken everything, had stolen everything, including his heart. 

He stood up and tucked himself back into his pants. He picked up the picture and looked for a place to dispose of it. There was, of course, nothing in the house. He held the corner of the picture and walked to the front door. 

It was still raining outside. He looked around the living room once more, letting the ghosts fade from view, even if they'd never leave him completely. 

As he closed the door, he was struck by the biggest question he should have been asking all along, and was surprised he hadn't done so already. 

Why?



Welcome Home



"Mmm..."" 

His hands glided from the edges of her breasts down to her hips. His mouth on her stomach. She felt his tongue lick and then the soft love bites on her hips. Impatient she shifted her legs back and forth trying to ease the ache between her thighs. 

"Please..." 

Trembling at his husky laugh, she moaned as his fingers dipped inside her damp panties. She could feel his thumb lightly brush her clit. Her hands clutched on to the headboard of the bed. 

"Lorena Jo, open this damn door!" 

Lorena Jo Davis jumped up from a dead sleep. Half scared, more pissed, she fumbled her way to the door. She jerked the door open ready to tell whoever intruded on her favorite dream off, but she gasped, "Jake?" 

Jake Tanner's mouth fell open. 

He couldn't believe that this petite brunette in front of him was the same woman as his best friend. Long brown hair tumbled in waves over her shoulders to brush against her breasts. Rather large and extremely real breasts. 

Barely covered breasts. 

He gulped as he took in the view. A stretchy, dark purple, low cut night gown that barely reached to mid thigh was all that covered her lush curvy body. Smooth, well toned legs. Sexy as hell red toenails curled into the plush carpet. 

He trailed his gaze back up to meet her chocolate brown eyes. They had always reminded him of hot fudge. Sleep rumpled and flushed her full lips slightly parted taking in much needed oxygen. Which reminded him that he'd been staring too long without speaking. Opening his arms, "Miss me?" 

He watched Lorena swallow, "Am I dreaming?" 

He trembled as her husky voice washed over him. Grinning he asked, "Been dreaming of me, Ren?" At her deep blush, Jake realized how much the thought of being her fantasy turned him on. When she still didn't hug him, Jake walked inside and slid his hands around her waist. The jolt of awareness shook him. Never had that happened before. Holding her tight against him, "Has it really been 5 years since we've seen each other?" 

Jake buried his face in her hair and inhaled her scent deeply. She smelled like raspberries. He ran his hands over her back and down to the curves of her hips. He couldn't help but notice how perfect his hands fit her hips. Finally, he pulled back enough to look at her. He brushed a loose curl behind her ear, "You look great, Ren." 

Lorena's eyes filled with tears. His chest felt as if it would cave when she told him shakily, "I've missed you too much, Jake." 

Her arms wrapped around his neck and squeezed him so tight he thought she'd choke him to death. He lifted her into a bear hug. Inadvertently his hands cupped her ass and her gasp froze him momentarily. He realized she was naked under her nightgown. He felt her tremble as he fully cupped her ass and guided her legs around his waist. As he turned to nudge the door close, he leaned her into the back of the door. He could feel her heat against his stomach. "Ren look at me." 

Even to his own ears, his voice sounded primitive and demanding. Slowly Lorena looked up. Her eyes were damp and more tears threatened to spill. Her soft voice only said his name but he knew she really wanted to ask what was going on. 

Never in his life had he seen Lorena so unsure. Since the moment she opened the door, he noticed that his friend had changed. Not only physically, but she was more quiet and subdued. Jake knew that no one had ever pinned her sexy ass to a wall before now, just as much as he knew without a doubt that she loved it. He could tell by the rise and fall of her chest and how damp his t-shirt was getting. Jake also knew that the old Lorena would have kicked his ass for even thinking about how she liked to be fucked.

Jake watched her lick her lips. Wanting to be kissed? God he hoped so. He leaned in for a kiss only to be stopped a mere inch from her sweet lips. The one word he didn't want to hear. 

"Don't." 

He groaned and squeezed her ass. She tightened her legs around his waist. He was so hard and thick that he was surprised his zipper didn't bust. He practically growled, "Kiss me, Ren." 

"You know you don't want this, Jake. You never have." She kept her eyes close while she dropped her head against the door. 

He ground his erection into her. Jake kissed her neck and nibbled on her collar bone, "Baby, does it feel like I don't want you? Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop." 

When Jake thrust against her, her eyes snapped open. She bit her lip, then her hands were in his hair and she whispered against his mouth, "Don't stop." 

He took control of her mouth. Hot, deep, mating thrusts with his tongue matched his hips grinding against her pussy. He groaned as she kept the movement up. He could tell she was close to cumming. He slid his fingers along her ass to in between her legs. He growled at the feel of her hot wet bare lips. Twisting his fingers he thrust them deep inside her. He bit down on her neck at the feel of her clutching his fingers. She was so tight and he knew he needed to stretch her more, "Baby can you take one more? I don't want to hurt you." 

"Oh hell. Do it." She moaned throatily as he added a third finger inside her. He barely moved his fingers when she started cumming. Jake continued to stroke her until the last of her climax subsided. Slowly he let her legs touch the floor while he began to unbutton his jeans. Lorena was still breathing hard and watching the rise and fall of her chest nearly did him in. 

His dick was so engorged that it hurt. Slowly he lowered the zip. His breath hissed out of his mouth when he felt her small hands ease him out of his pants. He gritted his teeth when her breath was merely and inch away from the head. Ren's hands pumped him twice then she licked the precum from the slit. 

Her mouth enclosed the head and he felt her groan and circle it with her tongue. Jake moaned, "Damn baby." 

Jake's head felt like it was going to blow off, then he looked down. She was looking up at him. It took every bit of his willpower not to cum in her mouth. He cradled her head and watched her suck every inch of his cock to the back of her throat. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Her mouth made a loud 'pop' when he jerked away. Pulling her to her feet, Jake kissed her hard. Ruthlessly taking her mouth like he planned to take her. She was whimpering and clawing at his back as he pulled his shirt off, "Lorena Jo, you should come with a warning label on your sexy ass." 

Walking her backwards to the table he kept kissing and touching her. It dawned on him that he was about to fuck his best friend. Quickly he ignored the guilt and feelings rushing him and lifted her to the table. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. Her pussy was so hot and wet that the head of his dick settled at the opening. 

She leaned back and moaned, "Please, Jake."

"What do you want, baby? Tell me." 

Her creamy pussy was begging him to fuck it hard but he needed to hear Ren tell him. She tried pushing against him, but Jake just hooked her legs around his arms and spread her wide open. She glistened around his dick. He could just imagine how good it would feel stretching her. Gently he nudged her clit with the head of his dick. 

Her thighs trembled and he growled, "Tell me, Ren." 

A spark ignited in her eyes and she demanded, "Damn you, Jake! Fuck me!" 

Jake slammed his way inside her. He could feel the resistance of her walls clutching him. He groaned into her neck as he thrust all the way inside her. She was so tight that he felt her throbbing around him. Slowly he pulled out only to ram into her again. He was so close that he doubted he'd last three more strokes. She moaned and writhed under him when he pressed his thumb against her clit. When her thighs started trembling he asked her, "Is this how you wanted it baby? You like me fucking that tight pussy of yours?" 

That was all it took to send her over the edge. He ground his teeth and held still, buried against her womb, while her body went into spasms around him. Her legs went lax and Jake pounded into her. Finally he exploded inside her. 

"Well, that adds a new turn to our friendship!" Her husky laugh made his heart melt. 

"You know you are mine now. No turning back, Ren." Jake knew his eyes showed his heart. He also knew there was no way he'd ever be able to walk away again. 

Softly, Lorena leaned up and kissed him, "Welcome home, Jake." 



Welcome Home



My pussy was tingling, throbbing with the need of his cock. He was on his way home from work, I knew down to the minute when he would walk in the door and my pussy was my alarm clock, We had been together for three months, heavenly months, nights of endless bliss, moments stolen from the day for touching, licking, moaning.

He walked in the door, dressed in his uniform, my eyes drawn to his crotch, knowing he was not wearing underwear. He followed my eyes, smiling, he knew what I was thinking, he knew I was wet, waiting for him. Waiting for his cock. I lead him to the bedroom, not saying a word, no words are needed. My body is shaking, my nipples are hard in anticipation of his mouth, his tongue. I unbutton his jacket, lift of his shirt and kiss each bit of skin I uncover, lick each inch of skin. I can hear his breathing change as i suck in his nipple, make it stand hard for me.

I move to slide my fingers under the waist band of his pants, his hips dance and jerk. His head falls back as I tease the tip with my fingers, before unbuttoning his pants, letting them slide over his hips, his ass, to the floor. He moans as he watches me kneel before him, my hands slowly scratching down his body, his stomach quivers.

I look up at him, my blue eyes locking with his as I kiss his hipbone, bite it softly. He hisses, he knows I am teasing him, arousing him.I cannot wait, i take his hard cock and slide it deep in my mouth as his hips thrust towards my face. I swallow him deep licking the tip, tasting his precum.

He moans and I Iift off, standing and pushing him towards the bed. As he lays back, I straddle his hard body, letting him stare at my bare tits, his eyes on my body, I can see the need in them. I hold him between my legs, I can feel his cock pressing against my hard clit, my wet pussy. I run my hands over my tits for him. pinching my nipples. He moans as I run my hands down my stomach, slipping inside my panties. I watch him gasp as my fingers inch their way inside my wet pussy, he cannot see, my black panties are covering the play. He begs me to let him watch as i fuck my pussy with my fingers. 

I smile at him, pull my fingers out and suck on them, tasting my juices. I lean down, rubbing my tits on his chest, teasing his mouth with my tongue. His tongue flicks out, searching for mine, for the hint of pussy. I let him taste me, let him taste my pussy off my lips, my tongue. My pussy is slowly grinding against him now as my tongue slides in and out of his hot mouth. His hands grab my hips to aid the ache, quench the thirst of his cock, rubbing my pussy hard against him.

He suddenly growls at me, I know the end of the tease and torture is near, his need for release is too great. He groans as he slides the crotch of my panties to the side, raising his hips and his large cock eases its way inside my wet pussy. I moan as he stretches me, i can feel him throb against my sensitive walls. I lean down and bite his earlobe, whispering my bliss as he fills me. He is no longer with me, his lust has grown. his need has escalated. He rolls me over under him, his body heavy. His hands spread my legs, bringing them to my chest and he starts to move on me, sliding his cock in and out, I can smell my pussy, wet and inviting. I can feel his sweat building and dripping on my tits. I can feel his cock stroking in and out of my pussy, hitting my clit. I am tense, my body is tight, I want to scream, but I stop and grab his hips, helping him thrust deep in my pussy.

His strokes become faster, rhythmic, and he starts to shake. I watch as his cock thrusts over and over in me, I see the wet juice, I smell it. My clit explodes with the pleasure and he moans, gasping, fighting for breath as his orgasm hits hard. His hot wet seed fills my pussy and he collapses on my body, shivering from the strength and power of his climax. I moan and shake from my bliss, wrapping my sweaty legs around his waist, pulling him close. Our eyes close and we sleep, dreamless, minutes only, but enough to restore our strength and desire. And it continues again. need becomes desire, which becomes reality. Our bodies meld and blend all night, fighting off exhaustion for satiation. 

And again, the following day, I wait for him.



Welcome Home



Welcome Home. I've been here waiting; patient, eager. 

I hope you don't mind but I've taken certain liberties. Slid a disc in the player so the background you hear is a comfort; soft and soothing. No horns or drums, just tides of the harp and flute, and perhaps a low base clarinet. Not so much a blaze of sound. Not so much a delicate whimper or moan. But a whisper all the same like a ripe, vibrant pant.

I've put all the clothes in the wash so I'm afraid it's rather bare that I greet you...just high black heels upon little feet, a glossy red dew dressing lush parted lips and icy diamond solitaires which heat the bed of the creamy smooth, milk-white ears they weigh and lay upon. 

Stand back and view me for a moment if you care to...a wild cascade of gold red curls; an untamable mane billowing about my face and, like a frame, falling soft against gentle shoulders; the color enhances the green of my eyes don't you think? High, firm breasts, narrow hips, trim stomach trailing to smooth, sensitive lips always nestled between that small patch of red curls just a shade darker than that upon my head. 

I have been wet all day in anticipation of your return; the warm moistness, thick and viscous, glistens upon me even now and smears the tender skin between my well-toned thighs. Breathe deep the sweet musky fragrance, an almost imperceptible aroma, but an ever-present perfume nonetheless.

I've bought another bottle of your spicy red wine. Pungent and tangy it rests, still, breathing, a deep burgundy in your crystal glass. I've also brought a sample of dark bitter chocolate. Mix and slide it, if you care to, upon your tongue with your wine before easing it to your belly with a swallow. 

Surely you know, from all that I've done, from all that I've said, I would do whatever it is you wish. I would crawl upon the floor, on my hands and knees to retrieve your wine with my teeth. Hoist myself upon your lap, sit wide astride you, and let the heat from between my thighs melt yours. Rest myself firm against your chest and entwine my fingers in your hair. Lay my palms to your temples, press my mouth to yours and deliver the wine's fire to your succulent reception. 

I would glide my tongue against yours as the wine filled us with its fever; licking your lips and sucking your chin should I spill or miss a drop. And I would grip the long-necked bottle, hoist it high, hold it firm to shower a river between us. Let the cool liquid run however, wherever it would. Bathe the heat from our flesh as I writhe momentarily upon your lap in the splash, my thighs clamping and pressing in an effort to firm and secure their perch.

And if we feast tonight, my breasts as your bib, my fingers as your fork and spoon you will receive such service; whatever smears dribble or recalcitrant morsels trickle or fall you can retrieve from their rest if or as you care to. The spicy richness of the wine will pulse thick on soft velvet tongues as we invade for kisses in between. But before this, before that, you must follow me here...

To the bathroom where a hot, damp, succulent moistness swirls about, shades the mirror dull, sucks cloth to skin then collects and slides, teasing, down and across the contours of flesh. I have drawn a bath, especially for you, scalding at first but now just an easy, penetrating heat. The tiniest bubbles, a heady foam, glide and drift upon the surface, hugging the edge of the tub as citrus and cinnamon salts infuse the fog. Your clothes have become damp; thick, sticky...allow me to ease and peel them from your back, your thighs, your body. Everywhere my hands come to contact your skin I will travel and trail with kisses. 

Enjoy the vision of me, rosy-tipped and firm, pressing the surface of the water, peeking and protruding the gentle bubbles which cascade against pale skin, now pink with heat, and glide, clinging, the deep valley in between. Enjoy the thought that just below the mass of bubbles I await; what secrets kept and protected. 

Join me in the hot perfumed waters. Please! Join me, soak with me, kiss me. Let the heat penetrate deep, seep into tired muscles and ease aches which pound and thread like an angry surf upon your flesh. Rest against me. My body your cushion. Let my legs wrap and harness you. Let my hands rub and stroke the weariness away; the stiffness from your back, the strain from your neck, the ache from your thighs and feet...and once we are done, once we are through with this bath, perhaps then you might let me welcome you home!



Welcome Home



I stand in the terminal shaking with anticipation. I really don't need this sign; I know what he looks like by heart. Shorter hair and a desert tan aren't going to throw me off.

Of course, I haven't seen Even in person in over two years, but his face is imprinted on my soul. He's the picture behind my eyelids right before sleep descends every night.

Flight 2274 from Georgia arrived ten minutes ago so it's a wait for him to get to where I am. I strain to see through the crowd that is always swarming McCarran International Airport. Among the hundreds of tourists set to spend all their money on the Las Vegas Strip is one man dressed in his dark blue service dress uniform. The inverted chevrons on his shoulders make me smile as he glances over the crowd to find me.

The sign I'm holding does its job as a fail-safe while my mouth goes dry and my vocal chords freeze. Instead of his name, he sees two CG characters with a heart around them. I pulled that screenshot from Warcrack a week ago. When you're trying to find someone with a common name like Evan, you come up with some creative solutions.

At the recognition of our characters, he makes a beeline for me barely saying "excuse me" as he nudges people out of his way. "Missed you Niesy," he whispers once he finds me and then closes his lips on mine.

There's a rule about public displays of affection in uniform in the UCMJ, but I figure, no one will care. My baby's back on this side of the ocean and in my arms. Someone will have to use a gun to stop me from returning this kiss.

I sink into him and caress the downy fuzz of his hair. After two years in the desert, he still tastes the same; he still smells the same; his instant hard on still grinds into my hip...

"Maybe we should get your bag," I gasp when it hits me that, if we don't stop ourselves, airport security will have to do it for us. Evan looks disappointed but nods his understanding.





Welcome Home



While washing dishes in the sink, I didn't hear him come in over the rush of water. Suddenly there was a press of a warm body against my back with strong hands encircling my waist, reaching up to catch my breasts.

"Miss me?" He breathed into my ear, tickling.

I groaned as he began to unbutton my shirt. Once unbuttoned, he pushed up my bra and began to tug and twist on my nipples. 

Pinned with my arms underneath his, the only thing I was able to do was to wiggle and push my ass back against his hardening cock, which was straining to be removed from his slacks.

He had his hand around my neck, turning my head so he could plunder my mouth with his lips and tongue. 

Suddenly, with a hand to my shoulder I was flipped around, pressing that hard bulge almost exactly where I needed it.

My shirt and bra were quickly removed, leaving me naked from the waist up in the slight chill of the house, nipples almost painfully erect.

His hands returned to teasing my nipples, occasionally punctuated with sucking and nibbling from his warm wet mouth. I moaned at the pleasure. 

One broad hand began to slide down the flat planes of my stomach, and began to unbutton my button-fly jeans. He had to abandon my nipples to remove my pants, sliding them down my legs.

My nipples were sensitive and sticky from his mouth. He knelt to pull my jeans past my bare feet to throw them on the floor near the growing pile of discarded clothing. All I had left was a pair of fire-red underwear. 

He grabbed my hips in his hands, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on my silk covered mound. Spreading my legs slightly, he angled up his head to lick and suckle on the sodden cloth, before pulling them down my legs as well. 

He tugged my legs apart again and began to feast in earnest at the warmth and wetness. Nibbling on my clit gently, he seemed to delight in the mewling noises I was making, and how I kept thrusting my hips against his face to draw him deeper.

I could barely stand it any longer. The sensations were too much.

Grabbing his shoulder I pulled him away to get his attention.

"You.... naked... now... please..." I struggled to focus around the throbbing of both nipples and clit. 

He smiled up at my face and stood up. There was a smear of wetness around his mouth. Grabbing his shoulder again, I lowered his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply, cleaning my fluids from his skin with my tongue. He broke the kiss and began to tug off his clothes.

Unbuttoning his dark blue dress shirt, he pulled it off, tossing to the pile of clothes already littering the floor leaving his smooth hard chest exposed. 

He bent down to untie his shoes, the muscles in his broad shoulders flexing tantalizingly. Kicking them off, he unzipped his pants, removing both slacks and boxers in one tug. His cock sprang out of the cloth, already weeping pre-cum. 

He picked me up suddenly, swooping me into his arms and carried me towards the bedroom.

Dumping me on the bed, he crawled onto the covers beside me. 

I turned to face him, and kissed him deeply, running my hands over the hard planes of his chest. 

"Fuck me. Hard. Now. Please." I whimpered against his lips. I was so far gone I couldn't even form complete sentences. The ache in my pussy, and the throbbing of my nipples and clit encompassed my entire attention. 

Aidan looked at me, a worried look on his face, his green eyes dark with concern. "Are you all right?"

"No. I need you to fuck me. Now." I tried to grab his cock to draw him inside of me, but he angled away from me, just out of reach.

He reached between my legs and touched my dripping pussy lips, my juices running down my thighs. 

Bringing his fingers to his lips he tasted me before leaning over and settling his head between my legs once again. Spreading my labia with his fingers he began to lick me, sticking his tongue deep inside of me, curling it like a hungry dog would. 

"I don't need more foreplay... I need to be fucked." I tried to wiggle out from underneath him, my need growing great enough that it was almost painful not having his thick cock inside of me.

He held my hips to the bed and continued to tease me with his tongue, heedless of my begging.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me.." my begging became almost a litany of need. His tongue crested me over in a sharp orgasm which eased some of the ache. Once my orgasm had run its course, he paused catching his breath, resting his head on my hip, his fingers idly stroking my thigh.

I took advantage of the slight pause to shove him onto his back and crawled on top of him. Guiding his cock inside my pussy I began to ride him, the pace hard with the need to be fucked still deeply imprinted in my subconscious. From this position the angle was sharp and with each thrust the head of his cock slammed into my cervix causing dizziness.

The second orgasm came as strongly and as suddenly as the first. When I stopped bucking Aidan flipped me on to my back and began to slam deep inside of me continuing on the momentum from before, extending my orgasm. I thrust my hips to meet him, to draw himself deeper inside of me.

He groaned and came, the feeling of warm cum flooding my hole caused me to orgasm again. He continued to rock his hips until my whimperings ceased.

He rolled me on my side, still deep inside of me, head rested on top mine, his heavy breathing causing strands of my blond hair to tickle my face.

"Did that do the trick?" He asked, his hands beginning to play with my large sensitive breasts.

"Barely."

"Is that a challenge?" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Definitely."

He had withdrew from me and had stood up before I knew what was happening. 

He was rummaging through several drawers and pulled out some toys that made my pussy ache just looking at them: clamps, paddles, vibrators – the works. 

Walking back over to me, he placed them on the bed before taking a nipple into his mouth, suckling gently before biting down. Taking it in his hands he twisted and pulled on it until it was stiff and aching. He reached down and grabbed a nipple clamp and affixed it, smiling when I hissed. Doing the same to the other, he clamped the now erect nipple, then added several weights which pulled down my nipples painfully. 

Attaching a pair of handcuffs to my wrists, he pinned my arms in front of me, leaving me helpless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to my body.

"Spread your legs." he commanded. 

I complied and he reached down and manipulated my clit before adding a clamp to that as well. 

The pain caused my hips to buck uncontrollably. Grabbing a large black vibrator he inserted it into my cunt slowly, fucking me several times before pulling it out again.

"Arch up your hips. This one is going into your ass." He said, while spreading some lube on the already moistened shaft. 

I groaned as he eased it past my tight rectum, feeling it burn as it spread me wide, entering me completely. He pushed it in as far as possible, then added a vibrator in my pussy as well. 

Sitting on the bed beside me he pulled me onto his lap ass-up, and I could feel his damp cock underneath my stomach, still semi-hard. He stretched out my arms, so they hung down in front of me, causing the handcuffs to clank loudly on the ground.

"You are a naughty girl. You know what naughty girls get?"

I muttered, "Fucked?" I didn't think he heard me, but his hand smacked my buttocks with a sharp crack. I gasped when the movement of my body caused the weights on my nipples to sway, tugging on them almost painfully. 

"No. They get a spanking." 

He spanked me again, catching me on the underside of my buttocks. I whimpered with the impact because it caused me to clench in anticipation, tightening both holes around the vibes, which were still turned off, much to my relief. 

He continued, alternating buttocks in each swat, my buttocks becoming redder and redder with each blow. When it almost became too painful, he reached between my legs and quickly turned both vibrators on, throwing me into an almost painful orgasm.

Running his hands on my heat-reddened ass, he groaned, his cock now fully erect underneath me and pushing into my stomach.

"I knew you were a naughty girl who likes a little pain to get off." he said, running one hand between my thighs and felt the liquid dripping out of me. I moaned as he slowly fucked me with the vibrator in my pussy.

"Think you need a little more?" He asked. 

I nodded, too caught up in the pleasure to care about the throbbing of my ass. 

I heard him grab something that was on the bed beside him, and almost screamed when the flat of a rubber paddle cracked on my ass.

"Don't worry. I know your limit and will not exceed it. Trust me." He reassured while stroking the area he just hit with his hand.

I nodded, then added "I do trust you" in case he couldn't see the movement.

"Good." He hit me again causing me to moan. 

After several blows, I could barely take any more. I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. 

"Fuck me. Please. I can't stand it. I'll do anything." I sobbed.

"Bend over the bed." he ordered, helping me off his lap. I quickly complied. 

I felt the vibrator in my pussy being removed then replaced with his thick cock. He slammed it to the hilt, knowing that I was stretched from the vibrator and dripping from his spankings.

He pounded me almost mercilessly, occasionally reaching around to wiggle the clit clip or tug on the nipple clamps. His body pushed on the head of the vibrator in my ass, forcing it deeper with every thrust.

I came, bucking around his cock and screaming wordlessly.

He withdrew from my pussy, and shoved back in the vibrator. I whimpered again. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me."

He continued to taunt me by pulling on the chain to my nipples, and running his hands all over my body, which was tingling with need. I shoved my tender ass back against his cock, desperate for him, despite the fact that both holes were already full. 

Pulling out the vibrator from my ass, he slammed deep inside my rectum continuing the pounding rhythm he took with my pussy, while fucking me with the vibrator in my pussy to meet his strokes.

His thrusts continued to cause the weights to slap against my stomach, tugging my nipples, extending them almost painfully away from my body. If I wasn't so close to orgasming it would actually have hurt. 

Tugging off the clit clamp suddenly, he began to spank my slit with one hand, yanking the chain and almost tearing off the nipple clamps with the other while still bucking against my sore ass. 

I came so hard my vision dimmed and I was actually perilously close to passing out. I felt him yell out his release, his hot cum flooding my tender rectum. 

I fell forwards, crying out when the movement caused the clamps to bite further into my nipples, feeling him still thrusting out the last of his cum inside my battered hole. 

Reaching around he turned off the vibrator in my pussy and withdrew from my slightly gaping ass. He rolled me over and removed the clamps one at a time, drawing each nipple into his mouth sucking and nibbling it gently while I moaned.

He kissed me tenderly, feeding at my mouth with lips and tongue, his hands cupping my sore breasts, thumbs stroking my nipples. 

I looked at him, breathing heavily. 

"Feel better?" He asked smiling down at me while he removed the handcuffs from my wrists. 

I nodded almost too exhausted to talk. He helped me climb into bed, crawling in behind me, spooning himself against my body. I whimpered when his body brushed my ass, which still felt hot and felt like it was on fire.

"Did I hurt you?" The concern in his voice warmed me.

"No." I responded sleepily, nuzzling his arm which encircled me protectively.

He kissed the top of my head. "Go to sleep."

I slept feeling safe and warm, with his breath tickling the small hairs on the back on my neck.

**

I woke up in tangled sheets, with Aidan's body wrapped around mine like a warm breathing blanket. I was actually sore from the fucking earlier. 

In his sleep Aidan groaned and pulled me closer to his body so his stiff erection was pressed up against me. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to help him ease his stiffness with a thorough fucking, I slid down his body and took his hard cock into my mouth. 

I began to bob my head, lifting up my head until I only held the head of his cock between my lips, tonguing around the corona before sinking down again until my nose was almost pressed against his stomach and his wiry pubic hairs. Sliding it out, I lowered my head and began to lick his heavy balls, already beginning to harden with the nearing orgasm. 

Bringing his cock back up to my mouth, I continued to suck him, wrapping my tongue around his rigid underside, whirling it to tease his length.

I could tell that I had woken him, because he threaded his hands in my hair and helped push my face further onto his cock until he rested completely inside of me and deep down my throat. 

He began to roll his hips fucking my face, while keeping his cock deep inside cutting off all oxygen as he took pleasure from the heat of my mouth.

Withdrawing enough for me to draw in a deep breath he shoved back inside. He began to increase his tempo, deep strokes intended for his pleasure, using my mouth like he used my ass and pussy last night – almost solely for his satisfaction.

He pushed me completely onto his length, then with a yell came deep inside of my throat. With it so deep I had no choice but to swallow. He withdrew, then pulled me up for a probing kiss.

"Good morning beautiful." he whispered against my lips after breaking the kiss.

"Good morning yourself." I whispered back.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, each word accompanied by nibbling kisses down my jaw.

"A little sore actually." I admitted.

He grabbed my hip and rolled me over, running his hands over my ass. "There's no bruises. I was afraid I was a little too hard on you. I kind of lost control. I'm sorry."

I gave a little laugh. "There is nothing to be sorry about. Even if I did have bruises, they would be a wonderful reminder of how damn amazing you are."

He kissed my lips gently.

"I should return the favor." He said, and began to slowly kiss down my body, spending time on my breasts, sucking and raking his teeth on my sore nipples. He ran his tongue around my belly button, then further down until he reached my dripping pussy. 

Spreading me, he began to lick using broad strokes of his tongue. Occasionally he would suckle my hard clit while his fingers teased my slit, sliding slowly in and out. With his other hand, he slid his index finger, slightly moistened by my wetness, into my ass and began to gently probe in rhythm with his tongue and other fingers. All the sensations were too much and I began to cum, bucking against his face. He continued even after I had calmed, continuing on the torture until I had cum again. 

He slid back up my body and kissed me deeply. I fed at his mouth tasting myself on him. When we finally broke off the kiss we were both breathing hard. 

He cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing back and forth across my erect nipples. 

"It's going to be really hard to focus on work thinking about all the dirty things I'm going to do with you when I get home."

I kissed him back hard. "Tell me about it."



Chapter 2



The door opened and Aidan stepped in, and saw me sprawled on the couch with a book. His gaze slid down my body and a smile curled his lips. 

He pulled off his jacket and put down his briefcase by the coat rack next to the door. 

"Strip." He ordered.

I stood up, placing my book on the end table. Pulling my shirt over my head, I bared the black lace bra, barely covering my large breasts, my hard nipples visible through the thin fabric. Shimmying out of my jeans I exposed a pair of panties that matched the bra, my hairless mound visible. 

He audibly swallowed. "The rest."

I kept my gaze locked with his as I reached around unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor. Sliding the panties down my legs I stood in front of him naked. The bulge in his pants was visible from where I was standing. I walked towards him, reached down and began to stroke him through his pants.

He grabbed my neck pulling my face towards his in a bruising kiss.

"Hands behind your head. I'll be right back."

I obeyed, my raised arms lifted my breasts enticingly. 

When he returned he was dressed only in a pair of black silk boxers, and holding a bag full of toys.

Walking up alongside me he ran his hands down my shoulders, playing with my sensitive breasts and nipples before moving lower. Reaching the junction between my legs he slid a finger inside of me testing my wetness, which had begun to drip down my thighs. He inserted another finger in and began to fuck me with them.

My eyes slid close, my whole body focused on the small area between my legs.

"Please..." I moaned.

He grinned evilly as he stepped away. I groaned and tried to squeeze my thighs together to stimulate my throbbing clit.

"Now now, none of that." He said, grabbing something out of the bag and kneeling down. 

Attaching an ankle to each side of the spreader bar, he forced my legs open making it impossible to stimulate myself at all. 

He returned running his hands down my body, alternating pulling a nipple between his thumb and index finger while sucking the other, occasionally scraping it with his teeth.

He snapped suddenly, scaring me momentarily out of my dazed state. "I know what I'm forgetting!"

He disappeared for a second, rummaging around on the floor. All of a sudden I felt lube drip down the crack of my ass, until it reached my rectum making it pucker against the cold. Aidan's fingers eased inside, spreading the lube deeper inside of me. 

I groaned at the sensation. I've always been really anal, and the feeling of two of his thick fingers thrusting inside of me caused my pussy to flood with fluids. A thick plug replaced his fingers, gently stretching me. 

A thick vibrator was unceremoniously stuffed deep inside of my pussy, its broad head rubbing against the plug in my ass stimulating me further. He thankfully didn't turn it on, though I'm sure he was waiting for the ideal time to inflict that torture.

Aidan still had the devilish grin on his face as he attached handcuffs to each wrist before strapping them over my head, attaching them to a recently installed hook in the ceiling, which stretched me to the point I had to strain to get my feet to touch the ground. 

"One more thing and I think we'll be ready to begin." He said, holding up butterfly clips.

I whimpered unconsciously. His smile only got broader.

He took my right nipple into his mouth, sucking it. Attaching the clamp to my stiff nipple, he did the same to the other side. Reaching between my legs, he affixed another to my erect and throbbing clit. 

His eyes raked down my body. "Perfect."

I wantonly arched my back, thrusting my clamped breasts further out, wiggling my hips accenting the large vibrator, the head barely noticeable, buried so deep inside of me. 

Arching an eyebrow I asked, "Well? Are you going to stand there or am I just too much for you?"

He spanked my buttocks hard with his hand. "Wench. I'm going to have to gag you aren't I?"

"What? Don't like the truth?" I groaned when he spanked me again in the same place. I could feel the heat raising off my ass where he hit me.

Walking to the table he grabbed a ball gag and put it on. When it was on, he squeezed the nipple clamps in both fingers, seeming to delight in the sounds I was making behind the gag.

"I'm going to have to punish you for your impudence aren't I?"

I arched my eyebrow again playfully, and was pleased to see his eyes darken.




Welcome Home



Grabbing a cat o' nine tails off the table he began to flog me, pausing between strikes to run his hands over the spot he just hit. The soft leather of the flogger was designed for pain, but left no marks. Each blow caused my body to jerk, tugging on my nipples and squeezing the plugs inside my holes. 

He switched to a flexible black plastic paddle, angling it up between my spread thighs several times to hit my sensitive slit and the head of the vibrator forcing it up deeper inside of me. He seemed to enjoy the sounds I was making.

He ran a hand over my mound, feeling the heat. "You are such a painslut. You are dripping, and probably would be begging for my thick cock in your pussy if I didn't gag you. Is that right?"

I nodded emphatically and was rewarded with another smack from the paddle.

He lifted the handcuffs off the hook and bent me over, attaching the cuffs to the spreader bar, keeping me bent at the waist exposing both holes to him. 

Pulling the thick vibrator out of my pussy, he tugged off his boxers and shoved in balls-deep enjoying my wetness. The vibrator had loosened me up so he was able to pound into me ruthlessly, each thrust making a wet slapping noise due to the amount of juices dripping out of me. 

Reaching around, he grabbed the chain between my nipples tugging on it, and pulled my nipples downwards, causing me to scream behind my gag. He used the chain to force me further onto his cock. 

He continued to pump deep inside of me, each thrust pushing the head of his penis against my cervix. Trailing one hand down my body he found my stiff and aching clit, pronounced even further with the clamp. He began to flick it with his fingers, which threw me over the edge bucking and screaming against his body. 

He pulled out of me suddenly, and walked around my body. The position I was in meant that my face was level with his groin. Reaching around my head, he removed the ball gag and pushed his bobbing cock, glistening with my juices and his pre-cum, into my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head he began to fuck my mouth, each thrust hitting the back of my throat. 

I knew when he started he was already very close to coming, so I began to work on bringing him quickly, running my tongue up the sensitive underside of his cock, sucking hard enough to hollow in my cheeks. He pulled out as quickly as he pulled out of my pussy and shot his hot creamy load all over my breasts and face. My hands attached as they were made it impossible to wipe the cum off my face. 

I ran my tongue around my lips trying to catch as much as possible. I knew that this fucking was going to last a long time, and I wanted to keep him pleased with my actions, knowing that he would be more inclined to be gentler and more concerned with my own pleasure instead of just his own. 

He attached my wrists back up on the hook, the movement causing the warm cum on my chest to drip down my body.

Sliding the vibrator back into my pussy, fucking me repeatedly with it, he turned it on, smiling when he saw me buck my hips in shock. The buzzing extended to the plug buried in my ass, causing my whole pelvis to feel the vibrations. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly. 

The feeling of a blindfold covering my eyes surprised a whimper out of me. The position that I was in left me terribly vulnerable to any kind of torture or pleasure that Aidan wanted to inflict.

I trusted him not to hurt me, but I was actually more afraid that he would do the opposite and pleasure me so long and intensely it would be almost worse. 

He flicked the clamps on both nipples causing me to jerk. "I don't treat these with as much respect as they deserve." He whispered against my mouth before kissing me fiercely. While kissing me he jerked the chains off my nipples causing me to cry out against his mouth. 

All of a sudden there was a bloom of pain against my left breast, and I realized that he had picked up the black paddle again. He began to paddle in earnest, alternating breasts, while occasionally tugging and suckling on my aching nipples. 

When I could barely take it anymore, there was a pause in the beating, allowing me to catch my breath. I had juice running down my thighs, already having cum twice. 

I felt the silky feel of soft rope circling my aching breasts, while he continued to loop the rope around my breasts in a figure eight pattern until they protruded painfully out from my body while the circulation was becoming constricted. 

He pinched my nipples, causing them to stiffen up dutifully, then added the nipple clamps once more, not even hearing my cries of distress. 

He cupped my face in his hands, "If you ever feel too much pain or anything just say 'kingfisher' it will be the safe word. I'll stop automatically."

I nodded. 

All of a sudden there was another flash of pain on my already aching breasts. Somewhere down the line he had grabbed the cat 'o nine tails and had began to flog my breasts again. 

I began to beg, the vibrator in my cunt and the plug in my ass plug didn't quench the fire, and I desperately needed his cock deep inside of me. I never thought to use the safe word. I was afraid that if I did, he would stop completely, afraid that he hurt me too much to continue and I desperately needed another thorough fucking to ease the need.

He stopped the flogging, and began to fondle my breasts, each touch was magnified due to the lack of circulation. I only had a minute to register the smell of hot wax before he poured it on my breasts, causing me to writhe and jerk while I came hard.

While I was coming he jerked my wrists off the hook and attached them back to the spreader bar.

He pulled off the blindfold and I looked down and saw my deep purplish-pink colored breasts protruding cone-like from my chest. There was still dried cum on my tits from the face-fucking earlier which was mixed with the drying red wax. 

"I'm going to tit-fuck you." He announced, unchaining my wrists from the spreader bar, but still leaving them in the handcuffs. "Push your breasts together for me."

I put my hands on either side of my breasts and squeezed them together around his dick, creating a deep chasm for him, the handcuffs clanking loudly. The pain in my breasts was exquisite. 

He began to thrust, sliding in a trail of his own pre-cum, occasionally tugging on the nipple clamps delighting with the whimpers I was making. 

I could tell that all the paddling had made him very aroused and it was only a matter of time before he came. I licked the head of his penis when it emerged from the cleavage of my breasts causing him to moan. His hips jerked twice and he came in a hot wave over my chin, neck, and breasts. While he came, he tugged the clamps off my nipples causing me to cum as well. 

I released the hold on my breasts, and used my hands to brace myself against him, since my feet were tethered too far apart for balance.

While I rested, Aidan took that time to untie my breasts. I hissed at the feeling of the blood flowing once again, while he fondled them, paying extra attention to my tender nipples. 

I looked up at him. "Please... fuck me. Please..." I pleaded.

He circled around my body and pulled the plug out of my ass, plunging in deeply, knowing that the plug had loosened me up enough to allow him to use my hole as he pleased. Reaching around he grabbed my sore breasts again, using them to pull me further back onto his cock. 

He pounded inside of me and the need to cum rose hard and fast. Sensing my urgency, he released my right breast and reached between my thighs to the clit clamp and pulled the clamp off with a tug. I came hard, bucking against his body, the spasming of my body milking his cock until he came as well, releasing a hot flood of cum up my ass.

Sliding out, he sank down on his knees and released my ankles from the spreader bar, and removed the handcuffs which fell to the floor with a clank, then carried me into the bathroom. 

I had come so many times that I was weak and unable to hold myself up. Opening the door of the shower with one hand, he turned on the water, and walked in, all while still holding me. Using the same hand he shut the door, enclosing us in the steam that rose from the hot water. 

He lowered me so I was standing, though still completely supported with his hands around my waist. We just stood in the pounding water until I had regained enough of my balance to be able to stand on my own, even though I had to brace myself on the tile wall.

He poured my body wash into his hands and began lathering my body with gentle rubs, starting with my feet, and easing away all of the soreness that our lovemaking inflicted on me. When he reached my scalp I was almost boneless again due to his attentiveness. 

Turning off the water, he grabbed a towel and began to gently towel me dry. Once dry he picked me up again and carried me back to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. 

Kissing me tenderly he whispered, "Thank you." against my lips. I closed my eyes and fell quickly asleep, exhausted from the intense sex. Dimly I felt him curl around me like a protective blanket, and soft covers being pulled up to my chin.



Welcome Home



The weatherman stated that it was going to be a great day. I was getting off from work and crawling into bed. My significant other has been out of town for the past week on business. I sure wish she could be here this morning because I could use some lovin'. As I removed my clothes and prepared for bed, the breeze caught my mid-section at just the right angle causing me to take notice of the tingling in my penis. I tried to ignore it and climb into bed. The sheets rubbing against my naked body stirred something inside me. I could feel the blood rushing causing my sexual appendage to swell. 

I reached under the bed and removed the gentleman's magazine that has been keeping me company for the past few days. I casually flipped through the pages and gazed at the gorgeous female bodies as I have time and time again. However, they still create an arousal that must be satisfied. I firmly took myself into my right hand and created the motion that would eventually lead to my self gratification. I sat on the edge of the bed, placed the magazine in front of me and continued flipping the pages pausing for a momentary fantasy with each naked lady. Again and again I stroked myself waiting for that climatic moment. Before I could reach the point of inevitability, I heard the front door open. Oh God, I can't get caught pleasuring myself! I flung the magazine under the bed, frantically throw the blanket over my overexposed body and pretended to be asleep. 

Carmen eased into the room and slipped onto the bed. She started playing with my ear in an attempt to wake me. I rolled over and asked, "Why didn't you call me?" 

She stated, "I hoped I could catch you before you went to bed. I wanted to invite you out for breakfast since it is such a beautiful day." 

Unaware that I was still sporting an erection under the covers, I thanked her by trying to seduce her. After a few moments of passionate kissing, I was mistaken in thinking I was about to have my way with her. I slid out from under the covers and began to undo her blouse. At that moment, Carmen broke contact and insisted that since it was such a great morning, we had to go for a walk in the park. 

In disbelief, I pointed to my erection and asked, "What are we going to do about this?" 

Carmen stood up, headed for the door and stated, "Put some clothes on it and bring it with you." She exited the room and needless to say I was more than a little disenchanted. 

Not knowing exactly what was in store for me and now just wanting to go to sleep, I threw on a sweat suit and headed for the car. Carmen was already sitting in the car with a smile on her face and ready to enjoy the morning. I got in the car failing to notice what she is wearing. The small talk was at a minimum during the ten minute drive to the park. I parked and we exited the car. Carmen began to make nice as we strolled onto the walking path. She knew exactly what to do to make me melt. As hard as I tried to remain upset, she got me to laugh and I threw my arms around her. That's when I noticed she was completely naked under her jacket. She knew I had discovered her secret and began laughing. 

I asked, "What in the world are you doing? 

Carmen stated, "I had a dream last night about us walking through the park and I was teasing you with my naked body." I must admit that it definitely salvaged the morning. 

Casually walking through the public park with only a thin jacket keeping her from being cited for indecent exposure was exciting. It was indeed a beautiful day. We stopped at a bench and I sat down. She stood in front of me and threatened to unbutton her jacket. I knew it wasn't going to happen so I just stared, challenging her with my eyes. Slowly she unbuttoned the jacket and revealed every inch of that body that I had intimately caressed and sorely missed. Only today, in this light, in this location, that body was more erotic than it had ever been. Slipping my arms inside the jacket and around her waist, I pulled her close and felt those breasts against my face. As I kissed her stomach, I could smell her perfume and hear her moan for more. I looked up and saw a couple walking their dog along the path about a hundred feet from us. I hoped they couldn't see exactly what we were doing and ruin the morning for us by calling the Rangers. I looked up the path and observed a picnic structure. I reluctantly buttoned her jacket and headed toward the structure hoping it would provide more cover for what I had in mind. 

We arrived at the structure and I surveyed the area. I positioned us between the woods and the walking path using the waist high wall as cover. I pushed her against the wall, looked into her eyes and thanked her for convincing me to walk with her. As we kissed, I unbuttoned her jacket and explored the roundness within. Her perfume was like a drug making me want to go to extremes no matter who was looking. I took a few moments to lean down and introduce her nipples to my tongue. That was enough for me. My sweat pants were restraining a cock that had to be released. 

I turned her around, bent her over the wall and lifted her jacket. Her round bottom was waiting for me. I pulled the front of my pants down enough to hook them under my balls. I then found that wet spot, slightly bent my knees and inserted my stiff manhood into her. I began thrusting, giving no thought as to who could see my depravity. One hand was on her shoulder while the other was on her waist. As each stroke drove me deeper into her, I could also see her ass cheeks vibrate. The breeze was tickling my butt cheeks and the sensations through my cock were becoming too much. Yes, yes, she panted until I heard her passion peak. Not a moment too soon because the pressure in my testicular sack was about to blow. On the last and final thrust, I could feel my toes ripping through my sneakers. My warm fluid escaped from my stiff shaft and into her. My head fell onto her back as I caught my breath. 

When I looked up, I could see an older gentleman walking his dog on the path. I assumed he was unaware of our actions because he waved to us. Out of breath and feeling pretty bold, we both waved back and gave a mischievous laugh. I pulled my wet and softening tool out of her and flopped it back into my pants. She stood, buttoned her jacket, took my hand and we began walking toward the car. 

After a few steps, Carmen stated, "I can feel our juices running down my leg." 

That same laugh came over us again. I don't think she realized how much that statement turned me on. 

We arrived at the car and I placed a towel on the seat for her. She sat and slowly pulled back her jacket to show me the moisture on her legs. I also got a glimpse of the womanly fur on her secret spot. The devilish look in our eyes only meant the sexy event hadn't concluded. I entered the car and can only remember her sexual taunts on the way home. She unbuttoned her jacket just enough so that only I would know her secret as we drove through traffic. The glimpses of her breasts while vehicles sat next to us at the traffic lights were causing a delightful pain in my crotch. The drive home never took so long before. 

I opened the garage door and parked the car. I got a glimpse of her naked body as she exited the vehicle and allowed her jacket to open fully. She didn't have her key so she had to wait for me in order to enter the house. I approached and gave her a hug. The kiss that followed was unplanned and as spontaneous as it gets. The longing and passion overwhelmed us. There, with the garage door still open, I knew I had to have her again. She must have known what was on my mind because she reached down and massaged the bulge in my pants. We moved to the front of the car and used it to block the view of any peering neighbors. Scrambling like it was my first time; I kicked off my shoes and pants. Simultaneously we removed the others jacket. I picked up the clothing and spread them across the hood of the car. The embrace of our naked bodies distracted me from the garage door opener on the wall on a few feet away. The thrill of being seen by any one of my neighbors made me feel like a porn star. I wanted to perform like I had seen men perform in so many porn films. 

I helped her onto the hood of the car and took a leg in each arm. Luckily, the height and temperature of the hood was just right. I spread her legs and she took hold of my stiff rod guiding it into her. I could feel the moisture from our previous activity on the tip of my dick. I could also feel her using her other hand to clear the entrance to her throbbing canal. In it went. The sound we released could have easily been heard on the street. My motion was slow and deliberate. The pleasure was like never before. In the shadows I could see her breasts. Her nipples were erect and asking to be sucked. Unfortunately, that was a request that could not be granted from my position. All I could do was keep those legs spread and satisfy our needs. 

My eyes rolled back into my head and I lost track of what I was doing. That momentary lapse caused my cock to slip out. No instruction was needed because before I could formulate the thought, she was reaching for it. She guided me back on track and placed her hands back onto my hands. I could feel the moisture her hands picked up from my cock, which was wet from our juices. Our grunting and panting increased with the rhythm. I could feel her hands squeezing mine and I knew that time was getting close. I hurried my pace so that we could climax at the same time. As her climax was coming to a close, mine was beginning. My deep forceful stokes caused her to climax again. My legs were exhausted and I had to withdraw immediately. Carmen just laid there exhausted and waiting for me to help her up. I pressed the switch to close the garage door so that we could move about freely. As I was waiting for the door to close, I leaned against the car to catch my breath and felt something dripping on my foot. I looked down and saw both cum and sweat dripping onto my foot and spotting the garage floor. 

After a minute to recover, I helped her up and we kissed. We've had "enthusiastic" sex before but it was different this time. Better and very much desired. We had to shower in separate bathrooms to prevent another exhausting episode. Another episode would have surely rubbed us raw. When I arrived in the bedroom, I saw my gentlemen's magazine peeking out from under the bed. It had turned out to be a much better morning than I had planned for myself. 



Welcome Home



Tom had been thinking about this moment for the past seven hours. He had just arrived home from attending the funeral of a family friend down in Chicago, and his wife Karen had greeted him at the door with a long embrace. 

"Welcome home. I missed you. I hope you've appreciated the ability to sit comfortably for the past few hours on your drive home, because that is all about to change," she said to him in a playful, but very stern voice. "I want you to unpack your things, put them away, and meet me in the family room downstairs. And don't keep me waiting." 

"Oh, by the way, bring this with you when you come down," she said as she handed him an old fashioned wooden hairbrush with a bow tied around it. 

Prior to his departure, Tom had left a marked up copy of the book "Spanking the Male Mind" by Miss Francy under his wife's pillow, along with a note asking her to read it. The book was written for women as an introduction to the topic of women spanking men for either sexual or domestic discipline purposes. It was written by an internet blogger who was very knowledgeable on the subject. The book had some great views on consensual spanking, what is going on in the male mind, and ways for women who were uncomfortable with the idea of paddling their man's behind to take another look at the activity. It was Tom's hope that the book would increase Karen's comfort level with spanking, help her find her inner spanker, and enable her to put him over her knee and give him the butt blistering he had been craving. 

What had been feelings of glorious anticipation during the car ride home was quickly turning in butterflies of dread in the pit of his stomach as the realization that Karen had taken his request to heart, located the most feared of spanking implements - the wooden hair brush, and intended to use it. 

Tom's mouth went dry as he finished unpacking his things and started down the stairway which led to the lower level of their home. When he rounded the corner to the family room he found his wife sitting in a low-slung side chair that had been moved to the middle of the room to facilitate the up coming activity. He knew what was in store for him, and in that moment, he could feel his face start to blush and the hairs on his butt begin to stand on end.

"Ok, so I have read through the book you left and I think I'm beginning to understand the spanking need of yours. I also understand that you took a really big chance sharing this desire with me, and whatever your reasons might be, you have this deep desire to be put over my knee and spanked hard. Is this true?"

A weak "yes," is all he could muster at that moment. 

"Do you understand that if you go over my lap, that I am in charge and I WILL continue to spank your ass regardless of your pleas to stop until I am satisfied that I have taught you the meaning of what a spanking is REALLY all about?"

The moment of truth was upon him, and although the fear and butterflies in his stomach were raging at the prospect of his ass on fire, the realization that his wife was about to fulfill a life long fantasy overpowered his fear and he answered "Yes I do." 

"Very well. Hand me that brush, go get your ping pong paddle and bring it to me," she commanded with authority. 

Tom turned and proceeded to the closet where he kept all the spanking implements they had acquired in the past and retrieved the very first spanking implement he bought, a $2.50 ping pong paddle from Wal Mart that he had stripped of its rubber and varnished to a shiny finish. From previous sessions with Karen, he knew this paddle had a nice sting to it, although she had yet to use it to its fullest potential. 

He returned to the family room and handed the paddle to his wife. 

"School's in and it's time for your lesson." And with that statement, Karen motioned for him to come and stand next to her. Reluctantly he walked over to her, a cauldron of emotion churning inside him. On one hand, the anticipation of what was about to happen had him turned on. On another hand, he felt that delicious fear of knowing that Karen was serious about this and she really intended to take control and spank him as never before. He knew he craved it, needing it for reasons unknown even to him. 

He looked down at his wife as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. In one tug, she pulled them down to his ankles, leaving his briefs up. She grabbed his arm and pulled him across her left leg, head down and his butt pointing up. She slid his shirt up his back a bit, grabbing a hold of his left hand holding it against his back while she hooked her right leg around his legs pinning him into position. 

To prolong the agony of anticipation, Karen repeatedly slid her spanking hand over his barely clothed ass checks. He couldn't believe the excitement that was shooting through him being in this position ... that was until she announced that it was time to pull down his shorts and get started. 

Slowly, Karen slid his underpants down revealing his totally bare bottom to the cold air and her gaze. He suddenly had a picture of what he must look like, a grown man draped over his wife's knee, with his naked ass pointed up. He couldn't think of a more intimate position to be in than the one he was in at precisely that moment. He also felt embarrassed as all hell, and very apprehensive about what was about to --

WHACK!

He yelped out from both pain and surprise as Karen landed a really hard slap right dead center on his bare, almost virgin ass cheeks. Yeee -- OWW! He hadn't noticed that Karen had reached down and picked up the ping pong paddle. 

"We'll see how long you enjoy this --" WHACK!!

WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

With each slap of the paddle, Karen decreased the time between the slaps until they were coming fast and furious with her right leg clamping down tighter over his legs so there was no escaping the assault on his now stinging butt.

"Oooww! OW! Please ..., I'm —" WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

"Too late, Mister." WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

"I told you I was going to teach you what a real spanking was all about," WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! "Asking me to stop is not gonna work this time."

"This is what you wanted, what you've been begging me to do." WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

"OOOWWW!" He hated yelling out but at this point, but with each landing of the paddle, the stinging in his backside had increased. As hard as he tried to take it like a man, Karen's swats were starting to have their desired effect. It was obvious that the book had changed Karen's attitude. She was spanking with deliberate purpose and an intensity that was not present in any of their previous spanking sessions. His wife REALLY meant business this time. 

"Please, honey ... I've learned--" WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

"You've learned nothing yet. This is just a warm up." WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! "I didn't spend half a day running around looking for a real wooden hair brush for nothing."

And then there was a pause in the action, and Tom heard Karen set the ping pong paddle on the floor. It was at this point in time that Karen thought her husband was primed and ready to learn the lesson he desired. 

Content in knowledge that Tom had just acknowledge a few minutes earlier that this is what he wanted and had asked her to do, she picked up the hair brush, raised it high into the air, and:

"You -- WHACK -- wanted -- WHACK -- to -- WHACK -- know -- WHACK -- what -- WHACK -- a -- WHACK -- real -- WHACK -- spanking -- WHACK -- feels --- WHACK -- like -- WHACK."

"YEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!" The pain seared through him like a wild fire in the desert and his eyes suddenly filled with tears. He wasn't sure if he was crying out loud or not, but he was sure doing SOMETHING and it wasn't his allergies acting up.

"I want you to concentrate on this next part, because it is what you have been fantasizing about for the last twenty years. I wouldn't want you to miss it." And with that, she commenced to spank his already tender ass non-stop with strong deliberate strokes-- WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! 

He was beside himself. That wood had a sting like nothing he had experienced before. Howling, he tried to cover his butt, but Karen would have none of it. She truly felt committed and empowered to fulfill his wish, so she grabbed his hand, held it firmly behind his back and tightened her legs around his where he was trapped. Helpless. WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!

And finally - WHACK!!

It was obvious at this point in time her husband understood what a real bare butt, over the knee spanking was all about. His backside was a fire engine red in color and he had been bucking and crying and pleading for her to stop from the moment the first whack of the brush had landed. 

She allowed him to compose himself, and it took a few minutes before she spoke. "So, did that meet your expectations?" she asked. 

"And more..., thank you" he said through sniffles. 

"Good. Because they next time will be even longer and harder than this one was. As a matter of fact, we might even give that black strap a proper workout." 

"Now, would you like to come upstairs and tend to my needs," she asked? 

"Whatever your heart desires, my Beloved," was his reply. 

"Welcome home." 

The End



Welcome Home



Walking up the steps, his shoulders were slumped. It had been a long day full of endless customer meetings and frantic Sales teams. He walked slowly rolling his shoulders and tried to stretch the tension in his neck. Another day, another dollar, but at least it was done for now. He took stock of the rest of the day and what all needed to be done before he could crawl into the bunk and try to prepare for the next day. He secretly hoped for a quick dinner and a little quiet time on the couch before retiring, but one never knows what life may throw at you. At least it was summer, so no homework. 

He smiled inwardly at the thought of the couch time. It was always his favorite piece of the day. For him, it was place as comfortable as any on earth because of her. It was their sanctuary. She would lean on him and they would talk about the day. He would wrap his arms around her and whisper in her ear something in her ear. He never knew what it was going to be, but it always came to him. Just a tidbit, different than the standard "I love you", to let her know she still lit his way. The smile broadened and he reached for the door.

The handle eluded him somehow as the door opened seemingly on its own. It slowly revealed a dim room that he knew well and a smile that he never tired of seeing. She was standing half hidden behind the door. She was dressed simply in her favorite robe. 

He had picked it up on a whim in some far away land all those years ago. He hadn't been looking for anything, rather just killing time when he saw it. It was a simple, if well-made, silk robe of a deep, rich navy blue. It was patterned with dragons that had reminded him of her inner fire. It was her embodied and he bought it. Had he known the pleasure he would have received from it, he would have paid five times the paltry some to have it for her. It was her every day robe and that made him love it all the more. She put it on after her shower every morning. It smelled of her skin and he had kissed her a thousand times in that robe. 

"Hey, Baby," she offered demurely.

"Ahh..." was about all that came to his usually acute mind.

She chuckled and pulled him inside by the shirt.

"The kids are at my sister's place for the night. I thought we might waste an evening together."

The mind partially reengaged. The tension in his shoulders vanished. As the door swung shut, he noted the candlelight and a simple plate of meat, cheese and bread next to a bottle of wine already corked and breathing. "One of those nights," he thought and grinned broadly. His heart started pounding. She would be anxious. He never knew what to expect and he was never disappointed. He loved that.

As the door clicked shut, she leaned all her weight and pushed him hard against it. His shoulders slammed back into the hardwood.

He chuckled, "Good to see you too, Lover. And how was your day?"

"Shut up, You," she responded playfully. "You kept me waiting..."

She grabbed a couple belt loops and pulled her body into his. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she evaded. She ran a hand up over his chest to his face and cupped his chin. She pushed his face skyward exposing his throat. She bit him. He didn't respond outwardly other than his breathing faltered momentarily. Now it was her turn to grin.

She unbuttoned his top button and kissed the top of his chest. Undid another and spread the collar slowly, letting her nails slide against his skin. She lightly kissed his collarbone. Fingers deftly unfastened the next two. She kissed his chest then lightly nipped his nipples in turn. Another button, another kiss until the shirt was wide open and she was tugging at his belt which quickly gave way. Another button magically opened and the zipper fell. She slid the pants down slowly kissing the flesh that was exposed until they fell away.

Her hands gripped his thighs and he felt the warm embrace of her mouth engulfing his rising manhood. He had no time to ache or to long for her touch, none of her teasing that he secretly enjoyed, just a brisk dive into a sea of pleasure. Her hands stroked his legs and abdomen. She moved surely but slowly, willing him to harden. His body obeyed.

She grabbed him by the base and examined her work. He was thick and rigid. She seemed amused with her work. 

"Watch," she said and he complied staring down at her.

She held his gaze as she licked him along his length alternately flicking her tongue or kissing. Their eyes remained locked. He recognized this dance and reveled in it. Her velvet tongue's touch so light, it was almost imperceivable compared to her hand gripping him. It teased and tempted, but it didn't sate. Watching her, he hungered. She could feel him starting to throb in her hand.

"Something you want, Baby?" she smiled.

He growled and started to say something but she put an end to any words as she broke the eye contact and took him deeply as she was able. A groan came from him as aching released and the pleasure began. The teasing was done. 

Her rhythm quickened. He reached and interlaced his fingers in her hair. He arched his head back enraptured. The furious pace continued and he was lost in another world. The pleasure welled in him. His hand gripped her hair and he started to move with her strokes, thrusting himself hard into her mouth. A sound escaped his lips that emanated from his very soul. She slowed to a deliberate steady routine and he, with a shout to heaven, exploded into her. Unfalteringly she continued for a moment while he emptied. His fingers slipped away from her hair. One final deep stroke made his breath catch and as she withdrew, she lightly raked her teeth on the shaft. He was left quivering leaning back on the wall.

He heard her giggle. Undoubtedly taking stock of him weak kneed and gasping.

"Hungry?" she said as she walked away toward the sustenance.

"You have no idea," came the response and he grabbed her arm forcibly and culled her back. The other hand found its handle in her hair again and drew her mouth to his. 

As rough as the hand was that arrested her arm or as tight as the other pulling her hair, so too was the kiss tender. He kissed her slowly and willfully, their lips meeting and brushing, their tongues intertwined and dancing. He was aware of her scent, light and sweet, and the feel of her mouth, hot and salty. They melted sumptuously together and as she relented for a second, his hands loosened and fell to her body, encircling her.

The kiss lasted but a moment. She had placed her hands on his chest and tried to shove him away. He smiled knowingly and simply tightened his arms around her waist as she strained and struggled vainly.

"Do you really want to walk away?" he growled.

She may have even answered, but grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her head back, and tried forcefully to kiss her again. She bit his lip. He spun her around, a dull thud resonated as her head, none too gently, impacted the wall. She now was the one trapped against the wall. He pressed his body against hers and bit her firmly at the base of her neck. The sound that came from her was some sort of cross between a gasp and a moan, but her surrender was fleeting. The sound turned into a defiant cry. She punched him in the chest with all her strength and brought a knee up with caught him in the thigh.

"Ooof." was his immediate reply. 

He followed this clasping her hands and pinning them to the wall. He pressed a hip into her to protect himself while simultaneously immobilizing her. He bit her again, his teeth leaving additional tracks next those of a moment before. He released her hands as she momentarily swooned. One hand immediately went to her throat pressing gravely upward. She unconsciously rose to her toes. His other tore open the robe and pressed into her crotch while kneeling, his mouth found a nipple.

Sucking and biting the breast, he sunk two fingers into her. She spread her legs slightly to welcome the intrusion. Her felt her groan vibrate in his other hand. He lowered seeking her sex. Fingers working inside of her, he licked. Using the tip of his tongue, he peeled back the hood revealing a swollen button of flesh and covered that with the flat of his tongue. Circles with his tongue, hand fervently pumping, he felt her essence dripping from his fingers to palm and started to run a bead down his wrist.

Her hands were back on him, but no longer pushing. Instead, she was digging her nails into his shoulders. She pressed her mons to him and heard her breathing change to match the tempo of his digits. When he noticed the involuntary tightening, he stopped and pushed away from her.

He pivoted and walked gleefully to the wine not noticing her attempt to reach for him. She was left heaving, heaving and frustrated.

"I asked if you really wanted to walk away and you didn't answer."

He poured himself a glass of red and examined it.

"If you really want to walk away, I won't stop you," he said coyly.

She moved with ginger steps to him. Her robe, no longer a shroud, had become libertine drapes open and flowing from her shoulders. "You will not just do that."

"Now, now..."

"You need to finish what you started." The robe slipped to the floor as she pressed her full breasts into him.

"You need to ask nicely," he countered.

She locked his gaze and slid her body down his until she was kneeling at his feet. Bright, paradoxically innocent eyes looked up while she drew her talons lightly down his inner thigh and spoke. "Please, Baby. Please finish."

He became acutely aware of his own throbbing. He never completely lost his erection, but it could pound nails at this point. His desire was brimming, but he chided himself to slow. It would be soon enough. He sipped and set down the wine glass.

"Much better," he said softly lacing his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, "There's my good girl." With that, he delicately lifted guiding her to her feet. He drew her lips to his for a single slow kiss. Her mouth lingered as he withdrew.

"Now, about your insolence..."

Any tenderness in his touch had vanished replaced with firm resolve. His clutch of her hair was now sharp and urgent. He led her tersely to the side of the couch and bent her over the arm pressing her face down into the cushions before releasing her. Perhaps she would have felt exposed had she been made to stand there as he had done before, but there was no time for that today. 

Her next sensation was his hardness pushing into her followed by two iron hands on her hips. A gasp of relief escaped her lips as he began to feverishly plunder her. Her frustration was gone. Her body instantly remembered and responded, returning to the mountain from whence it came and climbing higher still. 

He looked down on her, magnificent and wild. Her back arched, she drove her hips to meet him. He could feel her muscles tensing and he smiled. Her sodden pussy was clasping, squeezing, trying futilely to contain his manhood that was rapidly tearing a hole in her reality. It was fruitless and the coming orgasm rose in her like the tide and just as unstoppable. 

She called out, but he barely noticed. Her tightening fed his fervor, placing his own pleasure in sight, but somehow just out of reach. He was lost in the most primal of hunts. Bearing down, he impaled her, stabbing and thrusting, voraciously chasing. He was oblivious to her voice that filled the room. He knew nothing but the red tendrils of lusty pleasure that beckoned. Less man, more animal, his body screamed in effort as he plunged into her relentlessly. It was a manic dance until at long last he reached what had been eluding.

His own voice rose to match her now ragged cries. He shoved himself hard against her driving as deep as possible, pulling her hips to him. His muscle constricted as he threw back his head and, with an oath, released. Pleasure washed over him like a rolling thunder as the spasms pumped his seed into her.

He was sapped. The fire that had driven him was gone. He shuddered slightly as he withdrew from her. Only then did he notice her heaving breath. He reached down and touched her hand and felt her fingers close on his own. He helped her up and with a hand in the small of her back pulled her close. He was greeted with sparkling eyes and a wry smile.

"Welcome home, Baby."



Welcome Home



It is 5:00 pm and my heart leaps in anticipation of what is to come tonight. I have planned and worked on this little surprise for him. I know that he is not expecting anything out of the ordinary. He usually walks into the door and we decide what we are having for dinner and then he retires to the living room and I go to the kitchen until time to call him to the dinner table.

Tonight is going to be very different. I know he will be pleasantly surprised and I can not wait until he gets home. I grow more and more excited as the minutes tick away. Then, I hear him pull into the drive and I make the last minute check and get ready.

As he walks through the door, I greet him. I have nothing on but a smile. I hand him his favorite drink, take his coat, and lead him to his chair. As he sips on the drink I run my hands all along his side, around his shoulders and then I grab his face and pull him to me. I kiss his lips ever so softly as I take the drink from his hand. I put the glass on the table and gently shove him down into the chair.

I lean over and kiss him more passionately this time. While we are kissing, I straddle his lap and gently sit down. His hands reach for my breasts and he takes one of my hard nipples in his mouth. Eagerly he nibbles at it. I can feel the hardness of his cock growing, throbbing against the fabric. I slide off of his lap, slowly, my breasts running down his chest, across his lap and resting on his strong thighs. 

I position myself between his legs and slowly unzip his pants. I ease them down his hips. I can see his towering manhood popping out at me. I reach for it. I can feel how hard he is. I can feel the heat so strong. I lean and tease the head of his swollen cock with the tip of my tongue. A string of saliva runs from my tongue to his cock. 

I softly blow across the wetness my tongue left behind. I make small circles around the tip of the head, slowly and deliberately taking my time. I look up at him, watching him as he watches me. I can feel my own heat growing inside me. 

Slowly I increase the circles, finally circling the outside. I use my tongue to draw him into my waiting mouth. I stop once the head is in. My tongue continues its assault. I gently suck as I back away, his cock popping out of my mouth. 

Covered in saliva, I blow softly again. Watching it jump in anticipation. Seeing him this excited makes me so hot. I take my tongue and draw him into my mouth again. This time I take half of his length. I press my tongue against the underside of his cock, creating a slight pressure against it. 

I increase the suction as I slowly move back, just until the head is the only thing left. I give him a soft moan, just a slight vibration. I reach and take his balls in my hand, gently massaging them, tugging softly. I look at him. His head is back and he is enjoying every minute. 

In one quick move, I take him deep into my throat. My tongue pressed tightly against his cock. My throat is full. I feel his hand tangle in my hair. With a slow and steady pace, I start to move up and down on his cock. 

His hand starts to guide me up and down. His hips start to move, matching the pace. As the pace grows faster, he's pushing my mouth down onto his cock. Deeper and stronger the thrusts begin to come. He is fucking my mouth the way I like him to fuck my pussy. 

By this time, I can feel the juices running down my thigh. I tug on his balls a little harder now. He is thrusting his hips each time he pushes my head down. I can feel his cock growing, throbbing against my tongue. I know he is close. 

At his deepest point, I let out a deep moan. I can feel the vibrations in his balls. He has reached the point of no return. With one last thrust I feel his balls tighten and I can feel the spurt of his hot cum against the back of my throat. I can feel his cock pulsing. 

It is so much that it oozes out the sides of my mouth and down onto his balls. As his throbbing subsides, I let him slip out of my mouth. I lick the cum off of his balls and then from the corners of my mouth. 

His hand still in my hair, he pulls me to him. He kisses me so passionately. He pulls me up onto his lap and wraps his arms around me. I whisper in his ear, "Welcome home baby!"



Welcome Home



for viperchik

I stood in formation in the hot, stuffy gymnasium: at ease, but hard as hell. The third local official of the day was basically reiterating everything the previous two had said: how proud everyone was of us, that we'd done good work, etcetera, etcetera. I knew I shouldn't feel so fucking ready to get the fuck out of there, but I'd just spent the last thirteen months, seven weeks and four days, thousands and thousands of miles away from the woman of my dreams. We'd only been married seven months when word came down that my guard unit was going over to add its support to the effort. Now, finally, that term was up, and while getting the royal treatment from the elected mucky-mucks was great, the royal treatment I wanted was from the brunette in the fifth row, just off to my left.

I was pretty sure a few of the other guys were in a similar state as me, because one of the topics of conversation while we were over there was how much we missed our wives, girlfriends, women-in-general... Sure, there were women over there, both on our side and locals, but it didn't seem a good idea to try to make moves on any of them. For one, I was already married to a woman I was head-over-heels for, and mixing it up with *anyone* over there was just asking for any of a million-and-one brands of major shit, and a starring spot on the evening news.

The sexual tension in the room was almost thick enough to see, and there was the distinct incense of aroused pussy wafting heavy in the air. Apparently those of us being honored weren't the only ones who'd been saving up.

Finally, the last speaker had spoken his last, and the CO barked, "Dismissed!"

Pandemonium erupted.

I can't imagine how it was for the guys in WWII, being gone from loved ones for so long. Today's technology made it much easier to get word back and forth, but it still seemed like fucking forever.

Families surged out of the stands to meet their loved ones, and soldiers swarmed toward the stands to meet them. 

I had tunnel vision, and the light at the end of it had shiny dark hair and matching eyes, and wore a short denim skirt and a white T-shirt.

I met her at the base of the bleachers, and she jumped from the second row into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist and we kissed like it was the last thing we'd ever do. All time stopped, all outside sound went away. There was nothing for me but the feel of this woman's body clutching mine, the only sound the frantic noise of our breathing. When we finally came up for air, Lynne panted, "Fuck me. Right here. I don't care."

My hard-on bumped up against her ass from inside my trousers in response, and I felt a ripple of even more intense arousal course through my body. Without putting Lynne down, I walked with her still wrapped around me out of the gym, looking for a convenient place to reacquaint ourselves. The first door I came to was for the boys' locker room. I pushed the door open with my foot and went in.

Row upon row of lockers stretched out before me. Hoping for at least a little privacy, I carried Lynne back to the toilet stalls. There was already a couple in one of them, doing just what we were preparing to do. I could see the top of a blond head over the partition, bouncing to the enthusiasm of the fucking going on.

I carried Lynne into the stall next to the couple and pushed her against the wall next to our neighbors, putting the women back to back. I then hiked up her skirt, pulled aside the gusset of her panties and rammed myself home.

Almost immediately, we were both panting, grunting and moaning. My buddy on the other side of the partition and I synched up our thrusts so we didn't push the fucking wall over. Subsequently, our ladies' heads bobbed up and down perfectly together. Soon the whole locker room was filled with the moans and grunts of four desperately horny people.

Just as it sounded like the four of us might cum together, there was a pounding on the stall doors.

"C'mon, you guys. This is a school, for Christ's sake. Take it somwhere else."

I knew that voice. The guy in the other stall knew it, too. The tone was friendly, but the last thing we wanted to do was make it mad.

I could hear the guy on the other side of the partition getting himself back in order, same as I was doing. Lynne was being remarkably calm about the whole thing and I watched as she stepped out of her powder blue thong and hung it on the peg on the back of the stall door. Some kid was going to get a hell of a souvenir the next day.

Lynne and I hurried out of the locker room and to the parking lot, where we leaped into the car and headed for home.

While I drove, Lynne pulled her skirt up over her hips and sat her bare ass down on the seat. She then spread her legs as wide as she could. There hadn't been time to inspect earlier, but now I discovered: she'd shaved her pussy bare! I wanted to just look at the gorgeous sight, but a quick glance back to the road told me I better pay attention, as I swerved to avoid taking a parked car's door off.

Lynne, for all her frenzy earlier, was being extremely controlled, and started teasing me with words.

"Shawn, do you have any idea how many sets of batteries I've used up, or the number of vibrators I've worn out? I bought a couple of dildos while you were gone, I even tried cucumbers and zucchini, but none of them satisfied me as well as that few minutes just now.

"Do you like my pussy? I shaved it just for you. I think it looks pretty this way. There's certainly nothing left to the imagination, is there? I hope you like it. You wouldn't believe how much more sensitive it is this way. God, when you were slamming into me, I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

"Did you like fucking me with your buddy fucking his girl on the other side of the wall? Was that hot? Damn, I wish we could have been back-to-back, me and his girl, without the wall between us, you boys fucking us both together.

"I've been spending some time on the internet, chatting with other wives and girlfriends of servicemen overseas. You wouldn't believe how raunchy some of those girls can be. It's scandalous, but it got me wet as hell, talking with them. I got some good advice, and there were some suggestions I'd like to try. I think you'll like it."

I looked over to the passenger seat and discovered why Lynne's voice got huskier as she talked. She was rubbing her bare pussy as she was telling me all this! The smell of her filled the car, and now that I listened for it, I could hear quiet slurps and squishes while she masturbated her soaking cunt.

I was glad she didn't try to give me head while I drove, because I *knew* we'd have ended up mashed into the back of a parked car or wrapped around a tree. As it was, I was so dizzy from her words, the smell of her arousal, the knowledge of what she was doing not three feet from me, and anticipation of what we were going to do when we got home, that I damn near missed the driveway.

Pulling in to the garage, I hopped out of the car, raced to the passenger side, and helped Lynne out. To my delight, she didn't bother pulling down her skirt and I drew her in close and kissed her once again, my hands homing in on her naked ass. We stood there in the garage - my hands on her butt - for a long time, just kissing. Then I picked her off the floor and laid her back over the hood of the car. I then dropped my trousers and once again plunged in deep. I started fucking her madly, our coitus interruptus earlier and all her narration on the way home spurring me on.

It only took a few crazed pumps before I was spilling my seed into her pussy with a relieved yell.

Looking up from Lynne's oozing pussy, I noticed I hadn't closed the garage door, and the quick, brutal fucking of my wife had been witnessed by old man MacPherson and his golden retriever. Old Mac didn't seem upset or aanything, instead there was a twinkle in his eyes and he gave me a thumbs up. "Reminds me of when I returned home from Korea," he called out, then continued on his way.

As I watched MacPherson leave, I picked my wife up off the car and headed for the house.

Inside, I put Lynne down and stripped out of my clothes in no time at all. When I looked up, Lynne was already nude. God, she looked fabulous! She held out her hand and led me to the living room couch, where she laid back and breathed, "Let me taste you." 

Well, I was on top of her immediately. My cock disappeared down her throat, and I situated myself so I could eat her pussy. Suddenly, I remembered I'd just cum inside her. Then I shrugged inwardly. I was too fucking horny to care. I buried my face in Lynne's musky cunt and started licking. I tasted my cum as I enjoyed her, but it didn't matter. I think the kinkiness of what I was doing just made Lynne take it out on my cock.

Lynne was working my cock like she hadn't had any for... well... a year. Of course, I was going at her pussy the same way, so there were no complaints from either side.

Before long, Lynne was thrashing around on my face, and fortunately, she took my cock out of her mouth so as not to accidentally injure me while she came. She literally flooded my mouth with her cum, and more of mine oozed out at the same time. I just kept my tongue going, not wanting to lose any more contact with her than I had already.

Finally, Lynne pushed me off, so I stood and helped her up. Once again, we locked into a tight embrace, our mouths hungrily welded together. When we pulled away, Lynne whispered, "You taste like cum."

I replied, "So do you."

She then breathed, "I want more."

We got as far as the dining room when Lynne pushed me into a chair, then knelt at my feet and took my cock in her mouth again. I was so lost in my sexual haze that I barely noticed her finger wiggling around below my balls, trying to work its way between my ass cheeks. A part of me screamed for her to stop, that I wasn't interested in such things, while the 'hey-who-cares-if-it-feels-good' side out-shouted it. Besides, it was my wife, the most beautiful, sexy woman I'd ever known. Whatever she wanted to do, I was ready to try.

Once this thought crossed my mind, Lynne stood up and straddled my lap, aiming my cock at her soft, moist pussy. Again, we fucked. This time, I let her set the pace. It'd been quite a while since we'd screwed this way. I loved the feeling of Lynne's cunt sliding up and back on my cock, rather than my cock sliding in and out (although that's damn good, too!).

Lynne ground down on my cock over and over again, and I could feel my orgasm approach once more. I leaned in to suck on her nipples while she fucked me and received a moan in response. The rougher I treated her nipples, the louder she moaned. When I bit down on first one, then the other, she started to cum. Her pussy clenched my cock while she orgasmed, alternately gripping and releasing it. That control was one of many things I really enjoyed about sex with this woman.

After a couple minutes, her orgasm subsided, and she slumped onto my shoulder, my cock still buried deep.

Suddenly, she popped up, slid her hips up and back once, then looked me in the eye.

"Remember I told you I'd been speaking to other army wives while you were gone?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You wanna know what some of them like to do?"

My cock twitched. "Sure."

Lynne's smile got wider. "Come with me."

Following her to the bedroom, she motioned me to the bed. Lynne then snuggled up next to me. "Do you trust me?"

This seemed like kind of an odd question, but I answered, "Sure I do."

She grinned. "Close your eyes and put your hands together, then put them over your head."

I did as she told me, and heard her get off the bed and fumble for something. Next, I felt something loop over my wrists, then pull on them a little bit.

"What are you..."

"Hush. You're okay. Just trust me. Keep your eyes closed."

When she left the bed again, I expected the worst. I'd read enough stories online before I deployed, I half expected to open my eyes and see her standing there wearing a huge strap-on dildo.

Fortunately, when I was told to open my eyes, what I saw made my cock throb.

Lynne had changed into a sexy corset that left her tits out to play with, and she'd put on stockings that clipped onto the corset. She looked fucking fabulous, but I wondered why I was tied down.

Lynne sensed my question. She smiled and told me, "This is something else I learned from some of those army wives. Just relax and go with it."

I certainly wasn't going to argue when she engulfed my entire cock down her throat in a single gulp. Where she learned this, I had no idea. She sure hadn't been idle while she waited for me to get home. I sort of wondered what she'd practiced on, but had no question of her fidelity. She'd obviously practiced on *something*, and I was the lucky recipient of that practice.

She was driving me nuts. If I'd been free, I'd have turned her over and fucked the daylights out of her by now. I was ready again really quickly due to the incredible talent she was displaying, and told her I was going to cum soon.

Hearing this announcement, Lynne stopped sucking. "Not yet. There's one more biggie that I want to try. Close your eyes again."

I obeyed and felt her get off the bed once more. I heard a bottle being opened, and felt Lynne's hand smearing lube of some kind on my cock. Next, she straddled my hips and I felt the head of my cock bump something far more resistant than her pussy. Risking a peek, I opened my eyes just a little and was treated to the sight of Lynne's back, her ass pressed against my cock head.

If my hands had been free, I'd have held onto Lynne's hips. As it was, I was helpless to do more than watch as she slowly lowered herself till the head popped past her tight ring. When it did, a low hiss escaped her lips, followed by a quiet moan. The most difficult part done, she started to let herself slide down my shaft, her ass swallowing me bit by bit.

When she sat firmly on my hips, she moaned again, my entire length in a hole we'd only talked about using before.

"Nice view?" She knew I'd been looking. I didn't care. "I've been practicing for months. I found a dildo that was about your size and have been working with it little by little. You can't imagine how good this feels."

I was almost beyond words, but I had to respond. "Maybe not, but you have no idea how good it feels for me, either. Or looks, for that matter.

"I still don't really understand why I'm tied up, though."

Lynne shifted her weight a little. "You, my sexy boy, are tied up so that I can take this at my own pace. If you were free, you'd want to take over, but until I'm used to this, I can't have that. If this works out right, I think we'll both want to do this again, but if it's no good for me, this is it."

She had me there. If my hands were free, I sure *would* have tried to take the reins and most likely would have screwed this up for both of us. Having never tried anything up the back door, I had no idea how easy or difficult a time Lynne was having. Besides, to be honest, it was kind of fun letting Lynne take the lead for a change, especially if it meant *this* kind of action!

"Okay. I'll shut up about being tied. Take your time. I'm in no rush. This feels too damn good for it to end too soon."

Lynne again wiggled her ass on my cock, and I felt her sink a fraction lower. Her bottom gripped and released its hold on my shaft, and she continued moving around in little bits, apparently getting used to the feeling of being filled back there.

After a couple minutes of such adjustments, she must have decided she was ready, and started to slowly move in a manner more like fucking.

It was mind-blowing to see my cock slide out of Lynne's ass, then get swallowed right back into it. On the down strokes, she tightened her muscles, so her butt gripped my hard-on all the way till it was buried once more. I could only imagine what this felt like before now. Imagination didn't hold a candle to the real thing.

I was glad Lynne was taking her time, because this was too phenomenal for it to end too quickly. However, all good things must end, and I felt my orgasm build until it overwhelmed me.

I shot my load into Lynne's beautiful butt, an orgasm that had me shaking and yelling. I held nothing back, and emptied everything I had into my wife's glorious bottom.

Lynne hadn't cum yet, even though I was sure she'd been masturbating as she fucked me. As I regained my breath, she wiggled her butt at me, saying, "My turn now."

She fucked with a little more vigor, although she still wasn't extremely enthusiastic about it. I think she was still getting used to having her ass stretched. She started riding me more energetically, though, and I could see her arm working frantically at her clit.

Before long, Lynne stiffened, then her body pulsed in orgasm, while a scream tore from her lips and her ass grabbed my cock tight. Slowly, she relaxed, until she finally came to a total stop on my wilting cock.

Then, as deliberately as she first descended, she rose up off me, my cock popping out of her wetly. Like a rag doll, Lynne collapsed beside me, one arm flopping across my chest.

"Oh, my god," she gasped. "I had no idea. That was amazing!"

I turned onto my side and propped myself up on one elbow. "You can sure say that again. So, is that the only time we'll be doing that?"

Lynne turned to me. Her face was flushed and shone with sweat. "Oh, no. That's a repeater for sure. I don't know if it's going to be a *regular* thing, but it's definitely something you can look forward to on occasion."

I caressed her face. "I love you."

She smiled tiredly. "I love you, too. Welcome home."



Welcome Home



It was the fall semester of 1986 and the minute I stepped out of my car and locked the door, I shuddered at the thought of having to start my first year of college. After having spent eight years in the Navy, six in Spain, and two in San Diego, California, I was considered to be an adult student, and to tell you the truth; I felt very out of place here. I had been a Hospital Corpsman while I was in the Navy, and for those who don't know, a Navy Corpsman is not too dissimilar from that of a General Practitioner in the civilian sector. We handled most everything from common colds to broken limbs. We were qualified to perform minor surgeries, like stitches, projectile extractions etc., but when it came to anything major; a flight surgeon was always called in. However, there had been times when no flight surgeons were available, and we were forced to deal with it ourselves, and that seemed to happen more often than not. I even saw some action with the Marines. I won't go into detail about that, but suffice it to say, that I came out of the Navy with as much experience as any two-year intern working in any Emergency Room. But from my experiences of working around doctors, whether it was clinically, or assisting them in surgery; I knew that I sure as hell didn't want to be a one. You see, I have this thing about being able to go home and sleep in my own bed every night, and not have to worry about being on twenty-four hour call. I did, however, want to continue my education and become a Surgical R.N., not only because it was something that I had really taken an interest in while in the Navy, but once I was established as a civilian; the pay would be very lucrative. When it came right down to it though, I discovered that I just plain enjoyed helping people.

Chapter One

Hi, my name is Michael Peterson, Mike to my friends, and at the time this all took place, I was twenty-six years old. I stand just a little over six feet, three inches tall and I weigh two-hundred, thirty-five pounds. I have dark brown hair, my father's brown eyes, and have been told by more than just a few women that I'm good looking. I screwed up and got busted for smoking pot at the tender age of seventeen, hence the reason I had to join the Navy as soon as I graduated high school, plus; I didn't really know what I wanted to do with my life at the time anyway so, it all worked out for the better.

I grew up in a small town on the Gulf coast, Lake Jackson, about sixty miles south of Houston, Texas, down in Brazoria County. Because my brother, Tommy, was ten years old and my sister, Sara, was twelve years old when I was born, they became great role models for me as I grew up, and I love them both very much. Sara was like a second mother to me, always taking me with her almost everywhere she went when I was little. When I got older, Tommy taught me how to surf, as well as paid for getting me SCUBA certified when I was sixteen. I was raised by two very sweet and precious parents in a very loving environment, and had two siblings who not only adored me, but I adored them, and still do. They were also the ones who had encouraged me to go back to school to continue my education once I was out of the Navy, God love them. And as my sister had said, "It's a chance to start fresh, Mikey, and I think it'll do you some good in the process." Little did I know what was about to transpire...

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I had pre-registered for classes and bought all my books and supplies three weeks earlier, but the moment I arrived on campus to start classes, I knew that my life was about to drastically change. Because of the training I received in the Navy, I would be going into college as a junior as opposed to being freshman, thank God. While I still wasn't keen on the idea of having to sit in a classroom for the next two years, I knew that I had to in order to achieve the goals I had set for myself. 

My first class that morning was a Post-Operative Care class with Professor Claire Wilson, and I was looking forward to getting off to a good start. However, when I walked into the classroom, I didn't realize that I would be the only male student there, and I could feel every eye in the room following me as I found a seat. I didn't think anything about it though, as I was there to study and not socialize. The rest of my classes that day were all related to my major in one way or another, and that consisted of nothing more than filling out paperwork and receiving reading assignments as well as the syllabuses, outlining the work in each class that was going to be covered that semester. By the time classes were finished, it was nearing four o'clock, and I knew that the tide wouldn't be going out for another two and a half hours so, I decided to head to the beach to try and get some surfing in.

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As I floated on my board, having paddled back out after a decent first run, I reflected on my life thus far. I had given the Navy eight good years of my life, being honorably discharged, and yet, I missed some of the friends I'd made during my time in the service. I'd been stationed in California and in comparison to the surfing there, the waves here in Texas really sucked, but still; this was the beach that I grew up on so, nothing could ever replace the fun I'd had during my childhood and the good times that I had enjoyed here. I spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, leaving only after the tide began to recede.

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My parents, Janet and Carl, God love them, had insisted that I stay in my childhood home until I graduated college, and Mom is one of those ladies that, once her mind was made up, there's was no changing it. She had given birth to my sister when she was 18 and my brother when she was twenty. Ten years later, Mom wanted another baby so, that's where I came from. Still though, I could tell that my parents had missed me since I'd been gone, and it gave me the security of familial love that I felt I'd lost for eight years.

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When I got back home that night, I was thrilled at the discovery that Mom had made, from scratch, a nice big pan of Lasagna, and it was ready and waiting the moment I arrived. As I hugged her, I smiled at Mom and said, "Wow, Mom! This is nice, but you didn't have to go to all the work I know it took to make this, ya know."

Patting me on the cheek as she'd done my whole life, Mom kissed me on the forehead and replied, "I just want to make sure you eat well while you're staying here, Baby, that's all." How was I supposed to argue with that, huh?

As we sat down to eat, I relished every bite that hit my mouth, reminding me of days gone by when I would eat my mother's cooking, which is extremely good, as I grew up. "So, how do you think you're going to like college, son?" asked Dad, bringing me out of my reverie.

"It's just my first day, but I'll be sure to let you know, Dad," I chuckled.

"Did you meet anyone interesting today, Mikey honey?" Mom asked, smiling hopefully.

I knew what she was getting at so, I simply smiled and replied, "Aw come on, Mom, don't start that again, please?"

"Aw hell, Darlin, leave the boy alone. He's only twenty...uh..." then looking at me guiltily, Dad asked, "How old, son?"

"Twenty-Six, Dad," I replied grinning.

Taking up where he left off, Dad looked at Mom and continued, "He's only twenty-six, honey. He needs to get through college before he even thinks about settling down."

When I heard the words, settling down, I stepped in and said, "Whoa! Now, wait a minute. Let's make sure that, while I love both of you dearly, you two know that I will settle down when I'm damn good and ready, and not a moment sooner. SO Mom, don't be setting me up with the daughters and/or grand daughters of any of your friends, please? The same thing goes for you, too, Dad."

"Is it a crime for a mother to want to see her son happy?" Mom asked, with a hint of anger in her voice.

"No Mom, it's not," I replied, gently rubbing her arm, "I just want to get through college first, and then get a good job, as well as my own place. After that, we'll see, okay?"

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I only had two classes the next day, and they were both in the afternoon. The first one was an English Literature class and the second, Creative Writing. One good thing about living at home with Mom and, Dad was the fact that the waterway that ran behind their house provided, via the Intercoastal Waterway, access to the open Gulf. So bright and early the next morning, before daybreak, Dad and I took his boat out and went fishing. If you've ever seen a sunrise at sea, then you know that it's something spectacular to behold. It had been a while since Dad and I had spent this kind of quality time together. We watched the sun rise, its warmth still yet to be felt, and as the last of the chilly morning breezes swept across us, Dad reached into his shirt pocket and withdrew a brandy snifter. He took a short swig, and then handing it to me, said, "Here, son, take you a quick snort of this, but don't tell your mother."

"Dad," I laughed, "I don't think Mom is gonna get mad at me for drinking anymore. I'm an adult now, remember?"

"It ain't you she's gonna be mad at," Dad warned, "If she finds out I've been drinking, she'll have my ass hangin in the wind."

I laughed, and patting him on the shoulder reassuringly, said, "Your secret is safe with me, Pop."

"I'll give ya some pops, ya little whelp," he teased smiling.

We spent the rest of the morning fishing and having a good time in general. I took a shower and got ready for class the moment the boat had been secured to Dad's dock.

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Today was the day that I would be receiving my work assignments for the classes I would be attending on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I was really looking forward to my English Literature and Creative Writing classes as I had always enjoyed both subjects when I took them in high school. 

As I pulled my car into the parking lot of the English building, I grabbed my back pack containing both books, as my Creative Writing class was also in the same building, and after getting out of and locking my car, took off to class.

I entered the classroom, again feeling very out of place amidst the fairness of youth that I was immediately surrounded by. As soon as I took my seat, the professor, followed by another girl whom I assumed was her teaching assistant, walked in and took a seat behind her desk. The teaching assistant began to pass out our syllabuses and what looked like an individual seating chart. She asked that we print our names in the squares drawn on the piece of paper, resembling the individual desks in the classroom.

Once that was done and passed forward, the professor stood and introduced herself to the class. "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I am Professor Taylor, and we will be studying English Literature together this semester," she said smiling, and glancing briefly around the classroom. 

The moment our eyes met, and for a few brief seconds, she looked like she'd seen a ghost. I could tell that she was younger than me, but I thought that she looked a little familiar. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and big brown doe eyes. She was actually very pretty. It was hard to get a good look at her body, as she was wearing a business suit and skirt, but from what I could tell, she filled it out rather nicely. I still couldn't place where I'd seen her before so, I simply dismissed it for the time being. She looked at the seating chart that we'd all filled out and then looked back up at me. Suddenly she looked around the classroom and then nervously said, "That will be all for today, class. Study your syllabus and be prepared to jump right in the next time we see each other. In the mean time, class is dismissed," and then she gathered her books and abruptly left the room. I thought her behavior was a bit strange, but at the time I didn't realize what was about to unfold. Oopps, I'm getting ahead of myself again, sorry.

My Creative Writing class was a horse of a different color, though. My teacher's name was Doctor Dorothy Miller and I really liked her. She was a cool but quirky sort of lady with a great personality that, I discovered as I attended more of her classes, gave her students a true desire to achieve the goals she'd set for us that semester. I went home that afternoon, excited about going to college and getting even more excited at the prospect of knowing that I was going to be making good grades, because the Navy had trained me well and I already knew most of what I was supposed to be going college to learn. This was going to be fun.

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The next morning found me sitting back in my Post Operative Care class among all those silly ass girls. Our professor gave us a pop quiz first thing that morning, and finishing thirty minutes before everyone else; I handed mine in first. Professor Wilson looked at her watch, and then looking back up at me, warily asked "Are you sure you're finished? You might want to take another look."

I smiled, and chuckling, replied, "No ma'am. I'm finished," and then headed for the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, "We still have ninety minutes of class left."

"I'm just going to get some coffee, I'll be right back," I replied, and then left before she could say anything else. A few minutes later I came back with two cups of coffee, and setting one of them on her desk; I smiled at her and said, "See? I told you I would be right back."

She picked up her coffee and lifted the lid, and then she grinned and replied, "It's a good thing for you that I like my coffee black, now, go sit back down."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, and then took my seat.

The rest of my classes were pretty much the same, and the pop quiz I'd taken that morning was not the last one I had to take that day. Little did I realize what lay in wait for me the following afternoon?

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When I got home that day, Mom had done it again. She made a huge roast with mashed potatoes and gravy, jalapeno cornbread, green beans and black-eyed peas. The aroma hit my nostrils almost the moment I opened the front door. I was even more surprised when my sister Sara, met me at the front door with a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Hi baby brother, how are you today?"

"I'm fine, big sis," I laughed, smacking her sharply on the rump.

"Ouch! Mom," Sara wailed, "Mikey hit me on the ass!"

I laughed and kept a tight grip on her, and then after lifting Sara's tee shirt to the bottom of her bra, I blew a loud raspberry on her bare stomach, making her squeal, and at the top of her lungs, yell, "MIKEY!!!! STOP IT! STOOOOOP!!!"

"You two knock off all that horseplay in this house right now," emanated from the kitchen where Mom was working.

After I'd turned her loose, Sara laughed then smacked me on the ass as hard, if not harder than I'd done her, and said, "That's for being such a little shit."

"I love you, too," I laughed, sticking my tongue out at her.

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The next morning was spent studying for my English Literature class that afternoon. We were supposed to have picked an American poet and/or writer that had made a historical impact on American society as we now know it. But, not only were to be prepared to quote him, but be able to discuss the impact that was made. That was a no-brainer for me. I chose Allen Ginsberg, and his poem "Howl". Besides being one of my favorites, I thought he was one of the greatest writers of our time, as he'd more or less, had his hand on the conscious pulse of an entire nation throughout the sixties. Considered to be a "beatnik' back then; Ginsberg's popularity rose at an astounding rate, as Lyndon B. Johnson accelerated the Vietnam War, and the rest is history.

When I got to class that afternoon, other students began to pile into the classroom, and I took the same seat as I had before as did the rest of the class. Before long Professor Taylor came in with her books in one hand and some papers in the other. This time she had a more hardened look on her face as opposed to the pleasant smile she wore the last time I saw her. Her teaching assistant took a seat in the desk that was next to hers, and then once everything had come to order, Professor Taylor said, "You were asked to select an America poet or writer that made a historical impact on society. So, for the next hour and a half, we're going to discuss what you've learned."

She called on a girl in the class to make the first presentation. Hers was of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and after quoting four lines of a popular poem, Professor Taylor asked her how she thought Browning's writings affected the American society as a whole. Of course the girl told her that Browning's poetry caused us, as Americans, to take stock in the purity of love, breaking ourselves free of the sexual repressions of the Victorian Era. 

Personally, I thought that the girl had made a good assessment. It was concise, obviously knowledgeable, and to the point. Professor Taylor verbally applauded her, as did the rest of the class.

Then Professor Taylor scanned the room, and as her eyes landed on me, she gave me an icy glance, and then flippantly asked, "Mister Peterson, please stand and tell us who you chose."

For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why she was acting the way she was, but I stood anyway, and smiling, said, "I chose Allen Ginsberg," then quoted him, "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn, looking for an angry fix, Angel headed hipsters burning for the ancient connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night."

She looked unfazed, and crossing her arms, condescendingly asked, "You were in the Navy, I believe. Am I correct?"

"That's right," I proudly replied.

"Then why, pray tell, does someone who was obviously a defender of our nation, take heed to the ramblings of a once hippie radical. I mean, after all, didn't he and Doctor Timothy Leary get arrested for possession of LSD as well as dodging the draft?" she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Hippie radical," I said, a little over zealously, "He was more than just a hippie radical. He raised American consciousness about everything from civil rights, to the draft, and last but certainly not least, the war in Vietnam. He instilled in us, the desire to stand up and tell the government, "No, this isn't right." In my opinion, Ginsberg was one of the greatest writers of our time. He also directly reinforced Edmund Burke, who told us, and I quote, "Those who do not learn from history are doomed and destined to repeat it."

"Oh, that's right. I remember now. You were busted for marijuana when you were seventeen and had to join the Navy so, in a way, I guess that means you were drafted too. Now I can see why you would take up arms with a radical idiot like Ginsberg," she spat, laughing hatefully.

I don't know why she had been so cross with me from the beginning, but what she had just said, she had no right to, and boy was I pissed off. Still though, I wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she'd gotten to me so; I just laughed and said, "You know what, lady? I don't know what it is that has you so pissed off at me, but I'll tell you what; you just crossed a line that you shouldn't have, and you know it."

"And just what line is that?" she acerbically asked, crossing her arms again in the process.

"You know damn good and well what line I'm taking about. Besides, you've been a total bitch to me for no reason," I hatefully replied, "And I'm going to make damn sure that you don't do to anyone else, what you just did to me," and then I gathered up my stuff and left the classroom before anything else could be said. "Jeez! What a fucking bitch," I thought, on my way out to my car. I was too pissed off to take it to the Dean and/or the head of the English department, right then so, I decided to cut my Creative Writing class and call my brother Tommy to go SCUBA diving instead. He was always ready to go diving. He owned his own business so; it wasn't like he would have to ask for the time off. Besides, going diving always had a sort of claming affect on me, and I could damn sure use a little calming at that particular moment.




Welcome Home



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By 3:30 that afternoon, Tommy and I were sixty-five feet below the surface of the Gulf of Mexico, diving one of the old sunken Texaco drilling platforms, used in the artificial reefs program that the Texas Department of Marine and Wildlife had passed a couple of years ago. I had been spoiled in the Navy, as I was used to diving the cold but clear waters of the Pacific Ocean. But the waters of the Gulf was where I first learned how to dive so, it was kind of like saying hello to an old friend. We stayed until our bottom time expired, and then we slowly ascended, stopping to decompress before we could safely break the water's surface.

"How did you like that, Mikey?" Tommy asked, as we climbed back into his boat.

"Aw man," I excitedly replied, "I remember when you told me about this place. I've wanted to dive it ever since, and it was great," and then I solemnly added, "Thanks, Tommy, I really needed this today."

Sensing the tone of my voice, Tommy reached into his cooler and retrieved two cold beers, and after handing one to me, said, "You wanna talk about it, little brother?"

We sat back in the sun, drinking our beer as I proceeded to tell him what had happened in class that day.

"What did you say her name was, Mikey?" asked Tommy. When I told him, he began to laugh, and said, "You know who she is, don't you?"

"No, who?" now I was confused.

But Tommy, being the older brother whom I've always loved with all my heart, began to laugh like a little kid as he replied, "Do you remember that little sixteen year old girl who was the valedictorian of your graduating class? She was a genius or something like that."

Then it all came crashing down on me at once, and I said, "Now I remember, her name was Jennifer Taylor, and everyone teased her and called her Little Baby Jenny."

"Everybody teased her but you, Mike," said Tommy grinning, "And if I remember correctly, didn't you get sent home for fighting some guy that was picking on her?"

"Yeah," I laughed, shaking my head, "His name was Eddie Barnes, and he was an asshole anyway," 

By this time I had finished my beer, and as he handed me another one, Tommy continued, "I heard that she carried a torch for you all year long after that, too, and when you got busted, she was heart-broken that you got sent away to join the service."

I remembered her now, a thin scrawny wisp of a girl that had wiry brown hair, freckles, big glasses, and wore braces on her crooked little teeth. I always felt sorry for her when the other kids would pick on her and tease her just because she was, more than likely, smarter than all of them put together. I remember the fight with Eddie Barnes, too. He and one of his friends had Jenny cornered and were pawing at her. I still remember the look of terror that was on her little face that day. It was awful so, I stepped in and began punching. The next thing I remembered, two coaches were escorting to the principal's office, where I got suspended for three days. Mom and Dad had been really cool about it, especially after I told them why I was fighting to begin with. I still didn't understand why Jennifer had treated me the way she had in class, but I also knew that, instead of reporting her to the Dean, I needed to sit down and talk to her.

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When I got back home, I found a note from Mom on the refrigerator saying that she and Dad had gone out and probably wouldn't be back until midnight or later. It meant that I was going to have to go out to eat because I sure couldn't cook worth a shit. After having a shower and a shave, I put on a pair of Dockers™ shorts and a tee shirt. Then I slid into my tennis shoes, and locking the front door of Mom and Dad's house; I hopped into my jeep and took off.

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As I drove down the Intercoastal Highway, I remembered the days that I used to drive down this particular stretch of road in my brother's pickup truck. I had the music blasting as my friends and I headed out for an afternoon of surfing. Nearing me from a distance was the old marquee sign that read: Pat's Place. As a teenager, I used to go frequent this place on the week-ends. My buddies and I would meet up here to drink beer, smoke pot and chase girls. Pat's was also well known for their barbecue, and let me tell you; it is some of the finest in the south, even if I say so myself.

As I drew closer, I decided that Pat's was where I was going to eat. After all, it had been over eight years since I'd eaten there, and the aroma coming from the big smoke stack at the side of the building was beginning to make my mouth water.

I pulled in and got out of the jeep. The moment I walked into Pat's, I heard a familiar female voice, squeal, "Oh my God, the prodigal son has returned home!" I turned in the direction the voice was coming from to see none other than Pat herself, sitting behind the counter grinning wildly. "Mikey Peterson, come here and give old Pat a hug, you handsome devil, you."

"Hi Pat, how are you?" I asked, gently hugging her neck. 

Holding me at arms length, Pat smiled and said, "It's so good to see you, baby. How was the Navy? Did they treat alright, honey?"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied smiling, "They treated me fine. I'm just glad to be home."

"Are you home for good?" she asked. I then explained to her about being out of the Navy and that now I was attending college. "Have you eaten anything, sweetie?" she asked, and before I had the chance to answer her, she sat me down at the nearest table and said, "You sit yourself down right here, baby. I'm gonna fix you something myself, and don't you even think about trying to pay for it either. This is my treat, a welcome home dinner." Needless to say, I left there full, fat and happy, knowing I would be sleeping well that night.

Chapter Two

I woke up the next morning, and as I got ready for class, the information my brother had given me about Jenny Taylor began to haunt me. I still didn't understand why she'd treated me the way she had, but I was certainly going to find out. I needed her class to get my degree and I certainly didn't want flunk it, but it was more than just that. Looking back on the previous day's events, I never noticed the strange look in her eyes when she was talking to me, or should I say, humiliating me. But still, there had to be a reason for her behavior, and I knew for certain that I hadn't provoked her, or at least I didn't think I had anyway.

Today was Friday and I wasn't going to have her class again until the next Tuesday, but I wanted to at least stop by her office and make an effort to try and apologize for whatever it was that she thought I'd done to make her upset with me. At the moment, I had an 8:00 am class that I had to attend, but I would stop by on my lunch break and maybe we could talk then. 

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The moment my morning class ended, I made my way as fast as I could, to the English building. As I rounded the corner to Jenny's office, I saw her teaching assistant coming out of the door, and then turning to lock it behind her.

"Excuse me, Miss," I said, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

She turned to me, and with a slight smirk, said, "My name is Sandra, and not Miss."

"I need to see Professor Taylor," I explained, "There's something I need to speak with her about, and my name is ....."

"Michael Peterson, I know all about you," she interrupted smiling, "But what makes you think Jenny wants to speak with you?"

"Am I missing something here, Sandra?" I asked, confused by her actions.

She shook her head, and giggling, replied, "No, you and I both know why you're here."

"And just why is that?" I asked, a little pissed off at her assumption of anything where I was concerned, but scared of the truth.

Sandra reached into her purse and retrieved a sip of paper and a pen. Then after scribbling on the paper, she handed it to me and replied, "Look, here's Jenny's address. She'll be there all weekend grading papers, and she really is a sweet person, once you get to know her. Oh, and Michael, I'm really glad you're back home for good," and then she left without as much as a simple goodbye.

Now I was really confused, and judging from the way she was acting; it was quite apparent that this girl, whom I'd never seen before a few days ago, knew something that I didn't. I looked at the piece of paper she handed me and recognized the address. It belonged to one of a small group of houses that were built on the very beach I'd been surfing since I first learned how to surf.

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I found the address with no problem at all. Like I already said, I knew this area of the beach like the back of my hand. But I still hadn't got out of my jeep once I'd pulled in. I knew that I needed to talk to Jenny to settle this whole mess once and for all, however; getting my legs to move was a different story altogether.

I mustered up what little courage I had, then got out and walked to the front door. I knocked and waited. I knocked again and waited, still no answer. I knocked one more time, only a little bit louder, and still, I got no answer. There was another car in the driveway as I pulled in so, I assumed it was hers. I guess I had been too preoccupied to notice when I first pulled up, but I could hear music coming from around the back of the house. I followed the walkway around the side of the house toward the music. It led me to a deck that was built on stilts directly against the back of the house with a set of steps that descended down to the sand, built at the far end.

I know she hadn't seen me yet, but not fifteen feet from me, beneath a shaded table, sat Jenny, looking more beautiful than I could ever remember any woman ever being. "Hi Jenny," I said softly, so as not to frighten her.

Looking like a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming car, she stood, and almost whispering, asked, "What are you....Michael, what are you doing here?" 

"I don't know, really," I replied blankly, "But, I think that you and I need to talk, don't you?"

All of a sudden, and almost like she was ashamed of something, Jenny put her hands over her face and began to cry. Then she quickly walked over to where I stood, placed her arms around my neck, holding gently but tightly, and then began to weep bitterly into my chest. I simply stood there and held her while she cried. I don't know what it was that was bothering her, well, maybe I did, but I still wasn't sure. So, I did the only thing I could think of, and slowly began to lead her back to where she had been previously seated, trying to calm and soothe her along the way.

Once she'd taken her seat and regained her composure, Jenny looked at me and tearfully said, "I'm so sorry for acting the way I did toward you in class yesterday, Michael."

"It's okay," I replied, "I just didn't know what I'd done to make you so angry with me, that's all."

She finally smiled, and after wiping her face with the back of her hand, she reached over and pulled another chair up next to her, then gently patted it and said, "Sit down. We need to talk."

As I began to look closely at her, I took notice of the woman she'd grown into. Gone now was the dull wiry mess that used to grow from her head, only to be replaced by long dark and shiny flaxen hair that hung down on her shoulders. Where there were once freckles was now clear smooth beautiful skin that reflected the afternoon sun with a soft and gentle glow. The goggle like glasses that used to hang off of her nose had now been replaced by contact lenses, and I began to feel like I was drowning in the beautiful brown limpid pools that, at this moment, danced before me. When she smiled where there used to be braces, the pearly white rows of pretty teeth only enhanced the beautiful woman that now sat not two feet in front of me.

Jenny took my hand and said, "Michael, I want to tell you something that, I'm not really sure how you're going to react to. But after class yesterday, I promised myself that I was going to tell you this, come hell or high water."

"I'm all ears, Jenny," I replied, never before realizing how soft and smooth her hands were.

"Do you remember the times in high school that you protected me from all the people that used to tease me?"

"Sure I do," I replied.

"I always wondered why you did that. Hell, you didn't even know me, Michael," she said, tears beginning to well in her eyes again.

"I never could abide by anyone who tried to victimize someone weaker than them. To this day, I still don't let it happen if I see it. That's just the way I am, Jenny," I said smiling.

"Well, when you saved me from Eddie Barnes that day, I began to look at you differently, Michael," she replied, the tears now openly falling down her beautiful cheeks, "And then when you got busted for smoking pot, and got sent away, I was furious with you because you'd done something that took you away from me. I know I sound like a silly little girl, but I just couldn't help it, Michael."

For her to reveal her innermost feelings to me like this took a lot of courage on her part, and I began to admire this woman more than I cared to admit at the time. "I'm very sorry, Jenny, I didn't know," was all I could say.

Smiling through her tears, she playfully punched me in the arm, and said, "How could you have known? I was just some silly little girl who, at the time, had read too many romance novels, and you were this young beautiful boy that I looked at as my knight in shining armor. Stupid, isn't it?"

"I don't think so, Jenny," I softly replied, taking her hand in mine, and gently rubbing circles on the back of it with my thumb. 

She slowly looked up at me, and then softly but timidly asked, "Would you do something for me, Michael, please?"

"Name it" I replied.

She stood me up, and then before I had the chance to react, Jenny put her arms around my neck and gently kissed me. At this point in my life, I had been kissed by more than a few women, but I couldn't remember any of them ever being as sweet as this. Her lips were as soft as spun silk, and the longer she kissed me, the weaker I became. I felt my body began to shake as we slowly wrapped our arms around one another, and just when I thought I cold take no more; Jenny slowly eased away from me, and still leaning back in my arms, she smiled, and said, "If I die tomorrow, I'll leave this earth a happy woman, Michael." 

"Wow," I replied, becoming a little dizzy as we began to disentangle ourselves from one another.

"I think you better sit down, Michael, before you fall down," she playfully teased. Once I was seated, she looked at me, and with a serious tone of voice that brought me back to my senses, said, "I did want to tell you that I thought your presentation yesterday in class was brilliant."

"Even though it was about, what was it you called him, an idiot radical hippie like Ginsberg?" I teased.

"Seriously though, Michael," Jenny pleaded, "I'm really very sorry about the way I treated you."

"Aw Jenny, don't worry about it, you're only human ya know."

"Maybe so, Michael, but that doesn't give me the right to treat you like shit because of some school-girl crush that I've been carrying for......." And then she suddenly stopped herself and began to blush very brightly.

"What, Jenny," I asked, "What were you going to say?" 

"If I tell you," she sadly replied, "You'll think I'm childish."

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?" I said, smiling.

She sighed loudly, and then looking at me with those big beautiful brown eyes of hers, Jenny took a deep breath and began, "I've tried dating, but every guy I meet, I compare to you," then she began to cry again, "None of them ever measure up to you, Michael."

I slipped my arm around her waist, inviting her to lay her head on my shoulder, and while she regained her composure, I smiled, and said, "Ya know, you honor me by what you're telling me, Jenny, and I don't deserve it."

"What're you saying, Michael?" she asked, looking up at me while wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.

"What I'm saying is, there's nothing more attractive to a man than a beautiful woman who's attracted to him. And I'm gonna have a hard time concentrating in class from now on," I laughed.

"That's another thing, Michael, she added disappointedly, "I don't, nor will I ever, date one of my students." 

"Why don't we just be friends instead? Surely you don't have rules about hanging out with old friends, do you?" I asked smiling.

Jenny smiled brightly, making her whole face light up, and my knees buckle because of how beautiful she looked, and replied, "Well, no, I don't, and you and I did go to high school together so, I guess it's alright." 

We hung out together for the rest of the day, talking and reminiscing while Jenny graded papers. Needless to say that when I told her about my parents, or should I say Mom's, insistence that I stay with them while I was in college, she simply smiled and told me how kind and thoughtful she thought it was of Mom and Dad to do such a thing. Around about 4:30 or so, my stomach began growl, making Jenny giggle. I stood up, and smiling, held out my hand and said, "Why don't you take a break from grading papers and come eat with me at my parent's house? There's gonna be plenty, knowing Mom."

"Thank you, Michael, I'd like that," she sweetly replied, taking my hand. I called Mom before we left Jenny's house to let her know that I was bringing someone to join us for dinner.

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"Well, who is this pretty thing you've brought to diner, boy?" asked Dad, as we came through the front door of Mom and Dad's house.

"This is my friend, Miss Jennifer Taylor," I replied, introducing them, "Jenny, this is my Dad."

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Peterson," Jenny said.

"Aw hell sweetie, you can call me Carl just like everyone else does around here," replied Dad, giving her a fatherly hug.

"Michael? Is that you, honey?" said my mother, as she stepped in from the kitchen. At finding out that I'd brought a girl home for dinner, her face lit up like a Christmas tree as she smiled and said, "Oh my goodness! Who is this pretty girl you've brought into our house, son?"

I smiled and said, "Mom, I'd like you to meet my English teacher, Miss Jennifer Taylor."

As she shook Jenny's hand, Mom smiled and said, "It's so nice to meet you, Jennifer."

"Feel free to call me Jenny, Ms. Janet," Jenny cryptically replied.

Raising one eye-brow, Mom smiled and suspiciously asked, "Do we know each other?" Then she stopped and stared for a moment, and when she recognized Jenny, she threw her arms around her and said, "Oh my God! Its little Jenny Taylor! How in the world are you darlin?"

"I'm doing well, Ms. Janet," replied Jenny.

Mom held Jenny at arms length, and looking her up and down, said, "Oh my, what a beautiful thing you grew up to be."

"She sure did," said Dad, winking at me.

With Jenny insisting that she be allowed to help, she and Mom had dinner on the table in a matter of a few minutes. We sat down to Chicken Scaloppini that had been made from scratch. My mother always cooks as if she were feeding hoards of people, and after two helpings, I was very full and so was Jenny. She wanted to help Mom do the dishes, but Mom wouldn't hear of it. "You didn't come here to work, Jenny darlin, and I'm not going to let you," said Mom, with a knowing smile, "Besides, I want you and Mikey to go and have a good time, sweetie."

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As I drove her home that night, Jenny smiled and told me, "Thank you for taking me to your parent's house for dinner. Be sure to tell them both that I said thank you to them, too.

"That reminds me," I said smiling, "How is it that you know my Mom?"




Welcome Home



Jenny giggled and replied, "Do you remember when you used to play basketball when we were in school?"

"Sure, I do,"

"Well, of course you knew that your Mom was a member of the booster's club for the basketball team, but what you didn't know was that I was a student member, and that's where we met."

"I didn't know that you liked basketball," I said, and Jenny began to delightfully giggle, making me ask, "What?"

She laughed openly and said, "I didn't like it then and I still don't."

"Now I'm confused," I replied, scratching my head.

Then Jenny fell into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, and for a moment, I was beginning to get pissed off all over again until, regaining her composure, Jenny smiled and said, "It was all because of you, Michael. In my own silly little girl way, it was my way of being a part of your life. It's kinda stupid huh?"

"Actually, I think it's very sweet. I just wish I had known," I replied.

"What would you have done, Michael," she asked pointedly, "Hmm?"

"Hell, I don't know," I replied, "Maybe we could've been better friends. I guess that's probably my fault, though."

Jenny smiled, and leaning over and lightly kissing me on the cheek, said, "Well, we're friends now, and that's all that matters."

When I pulled up in her driveway, I turned of the jeep's engine. Then I got out and came around to her side to help her out of the jeep, just as I'd done at my parent's house earlier. We walked to her front door, and after finding her key, Jenny put it in the lock on her front door. However, she turned to me with her hand still on the key and said, "I want you to know that, as your teacher, it's going to be as difficult for me as I hope it will be for you."

"Difficult for what?" I stupidly asked.

"Difficult to keep me from wanting to do this to you, every time I see you," she replied, and with that said, she threw both her arms around me, pressing her body tightly against mine. Then she kissed me more hotly and wantonly than I could ever remember being kissed, leaving me almost breathless. Then after softly kissing my lips one last time, she looked dreamily into my eyes and breathed, "Goodnight, Michael!" 

"Goodnight, Jenny," I replied, as we parted. Then she turned and unlocked her door. After giving me a smile and a silent wave, she disappeared, closing the door behind her. All of a sudden, and much to my own horror, I discovered that my cock was hard. But still, I was thankful that Jenny hadn't felt it, or had she?

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I was awakened the next morning by the aroma of Mom cooking breakfast in the kitchen. I got out of bed, threw on a tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and then headed to the bathroom to get ready to start a new day.

I went into the kitchen, where I knew my parents would be. Dad was sitting at the table with his morning coffee and newspaper, and Mom had her back to me, as she was busy at the stove. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, giving her a hug. "Good morning, Mom," I said, squeezing her gently.

"Good morning to you, too, Baby," she replied, patting my cheek.

"Good morning, Dad," I said, looking at the kitchen table.

"Mornin, son,' he replied, from behind his news paper.

Making me release her from the hug as she turned around, Mom smiled knowingly and said, "So?"

"What?" I asked.

"So, how did it go last night?" asked Mom.

"How did what go?" I said, as Dad chuckled behind his newspaper.

"Michael James Peterson, you know damn good and well what I'm talking about, boy, so, stop being so evasive," snapped Mom.

"Look Mom," I exasperatedly replied, "Jenny and I are just friends, okay? We went to high school together and now she's one of my college professors, nothing more, nothing less. I know that you're just concerned about my happiness and all that, but I'm okay, Mom, really."

Mom simply smiled, and then pulling my face down next to hers, she kissed me on the forehead and said, "I won't bother you about it anymore, sweetie. Besides, I quit worrying about it after I saw the way you and Jenny were acting around each other last night."

"And just what way was that?" I asked irritated.

Mom just turned back to the stove and said, "Go sit down. Breakfast is ready."

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I had planned on just lazing about at Mom and Dad's and was going to just sit out on their dock and get some sun until I got a phone call from my sister, Sara, inviting me to go SCUBA diving with her and a couple of her former sorority sisters.

"Come on, Mikey, please? It'll be so much more fun if you're there with us," Sara said over the phone.

"Aw, hell, alright, I'll be at your house in half an hour," I relented.

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When I pulled up to Sara's house, I noticed three other cars in the driveway, indicating that she had company. I was in for a surprise and didn't know it. I parked my car along the curb in front of her house, got out, locked it, and then headed to her house.

The moment she heard my car door slam shut, Sara came running out of her front door, squealing with her arms in the air. "Hi Mikey, I've missed you, little brother," she said, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly.

"Jeez Sis, you just saw me the other day," I laughed, hugging her in return.

With her arms still around my waist, Sara leaned away from me, and grinning, replied, "I know, but you were gone for so long that the newness of your being home hasn't worn off yet, that's all."

"I love you, silly sister of mine," I replied laughing, as Sara led me into her house.

Let me take a moment to describe Sara. She stands about 5'8" and probably weighs no more than 125 pounds at the most. She's built in proportion to her height and has the same color hair as mine that lies beautifully upon her shoulders. However, Sara got Mom's blue eyes, and she's as sweet as she is beautiful. She's 38 years old and never married, but she and her boyfriend, Tony, have been living together for twelve years. Tony has always been a nice guy. He's very good to Sara and she's happy so, as far as I'm concerned, that's all that matters.

When we walked through her front door, Tony jumped up to greet me. He works offshore on a drilling platform and is gone for three weeks out of each month so; this was the first chance I'd gotten to see him since I got home. "Hey Mike, how're ya doin little brother?"

"I'm doing good Tony. It's good to see you, man," I replied, shaking his hand and giving him a hug.

"Wow, you sure did some growing while you were in the Navy," he laughed, as he stepped back away from me.

"He sure did," replied voice from the past, behind me. I turned around and, lo and behold, there stood Lori Chandler, my old high school girlfriend. She glided over to me, and before I could react; she leaned up and gently kissed me on the lips, then said, "It's good to see you, Michael. Welcome home, handsome."

"Hi, Lori," I replied.

"I don't see you for eight years and all I get is a 'Hi Lori'?" she complained. I realized right then the reasons why I never took her seriously when we dated. Hell! She bitched about everything we ever did so, I politely said, "I'm sorry; it's good to see you. How have you been?"

"Missing you," she replied, throwing her arms around my neck, smiling.

Thank God for my sister's two friends, Stacy Barkley and Karla Helms, because they came into the room squealing, causing Lori to let go and step away. As Lori released me, Karla threw her arms around my neck, and kissing me on the cheek, hugged me and said, "Welcome home, Mikey!" Then she leaned back in my arms, and after looking me up and down, with her eyebrow raised, added, "Mmm, looks like you grew up while you were the Navy."

"Stop trying to rob the cradle, Karla," giggled Stacy, "Come here, Mikey, and give old Stacy a hug, sweetie." 

As I hugged her, I smiled and told her, "You're not old ya know." 

She looked back at me, and smiling while placing her palm to my cheek, replied, "You always were a charmer, even when you were little."

About that time Sara came back into the room and giggled, "Alright now, that's enough. Ya'll quit flirting with my baby brother."

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Sara had called Tommy and convinced him to take us all out on his boat. Tommy and I have always been alike when it came to our sister, as in neither one of us were ever able to deny her of anything she'd ever asked of us. She was our older sibling that had always looked out for the both of us our whole lives, and we love her dearly.

We were all set to dive when Karla looked at me as I was getting into my wetsuit and asked, "Will you be my dive buddy, Mikey?"

"He most certainly will not," laughed Sara, "Mikey is diving with me today." Because she wasn't SCUBA certified, Lori left Sara's house when we did, and she seemed a little pissed of too. So, that only left me and Tommy, Sara, Tony, Karla and Stacy.

Stacy dove with Tony, and because she had always been kinda sweet on Tommy, Karla dove with him, much to his delight, I might add. Stacy and Karla were both beautiful women in their own right, but not as pretty as my big Sis, or so I thought. However, when I really thought about it, none of them were as beautiful as Jenny, though. We made two dives that day and I really enjoyed being with both of my siblings, as well as Tony and my sister's two friends, Stacy and Karla. Hell, I'd known them all since I was little so, they were more or less like family anyway.

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That night after supper at Sara's house, we were all sitting around on her back deck reliving the day's events when the telephone rang. When Sara got up to answer it, Tony looked at me and asked, "So, tell us Mike, how do you like college so far?"

"Yes, tell us, Mikey," Karla eagerly added, while sitting next to my brother, Tommy.

I was just about to answer when Sara came back out on the deck with a worried look on her face. "Honey, what's wrong," Tony asked, concerned.

Sara looked at me and said, "It's for you, Mikey."

"Who is it?" I asked.

Sara rolled her eyes toward the inside of the house where the phone was, and smugly replied, "Its Lori Chandler!"

I walked into Sara's house through the back door and over to end table where the phone was. I picked up the receiver, then stuck it to my ear and said, "Hello?"

"Hi Michael, its Lori," she chirped.

"Oh hi," I said, "What's up?"

"Well, there's a party on the beach tonight and I thought that you and I could go."

"Look Lori," I replied, "I'm not the same person I used to be when I was younger. I haven't seen my family in over eight years and I would really like to spend some time with them before I start going out anywhere yet, okay?"

"What is it with you, Michael," she angrily spat, "You've been home for weeks now. You gave me the cold shoulder at your sister's house today, and you're doing the same thing now. What's the matter? Did the Navy take your manhood away?"

That was the straw that broke the camels back. I raised my voice and replied, "If you really want to know what's wrong, it's the fact that, as I look back on the time I spent with you, I realized you were nothing but a spoiled little bitch back then. And now that you've grown up, you've gone from being a spoiled little bitch, and turned into a selfish cunt."

"MICHAEL PETERSON, YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE AND I NEVER WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN!!!" she yelled.

"FINE!!!" I yelled, and then abruptly hung the phone up.

As I turned around to go back outside, there stood Sara smiling. Walking up to me, she smiled and said, "Is everything alright, Mikey?"

I grinned and said, "It is now."

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Chapter Three

The following Monday morning, I was getting ready to learn pre and post operative procedure. With Professor Wilson having been, and still certified to be, a Surgical R.N. herself, I was really looking forward to this part of the class. One of the requirements for this class was that the student needed to be experienced in minor surgical situations and be prepared to show it. Also at this particular level, the student needed to know all the surgical instruments by name and sight, as well as which ones were used for whatever surgical procedure was being performed.

Class convened in the campus hospital that morning, and Professor Wilson had us wearing scrubs and in two person teams. I was very surprised when she chose me as her team member, and after all the other students had paired up, she led us to the gallery door of the Operating Suite we were standing outside of, and said, "I want you all to go up and sit in the gallery and watch Mister Peterson and I work this morning. For the rest of this semester, this is what we're going to be doing so, be prepared because I haven't decided which two of you are next."

After the rest of the class had gone up to the gallery, Professor Wilson looked at me smiling and said, "I know this is going to be easy for you because you were a Navy Corpsman. That's why I took you on as my team member so you wouldn't get strapped with one of those little silly-assed girls." Then she nodded towards the O.R. suite and said, "C'mon! Let's go get scrubbed."

I was told that an appendectomy was going to be performed that morning, and after the O.R. Techs had set up the instrument packs, and we were gloved, gowned and masked; Professor Wilson silently watched as I opened the abdominal pack that I'd ordered before we went into the suite. Once the patient was brought in, a sterile field was set up and I sheeted and bordered the operating table and had everything ready to use in the order it was to be used. The anesthetist came in and had the patient under general anesthesia and out in not time. It was then that the surgeon, Dr. Ezekiel (Zeke) Haynes came in, and looking around the room, said, "Good morning, everyone!" 

As soon as Professor Wilson had put his gown on him, I put his mask on his face and replied, "Good morning, sir." He simply smiled and went to work. All throughout the surgical procedure, I had the instrument he would need in his hand before he had the chance to ask for it. 

The only reply he gave was an occasional laugh or a "Hell yeah, kid," and at the end of the surgery, he looked back at me and asked, "You think you can close this so I can get outta here a little early, kid?"

"If you're waitin on me, you're backing up, Doc," I replied laughing.

"Oh yeah?" he said, and then he looked at Professor Wilson, and laughing, said, "It's about time you brought someone in here who's a bigger smart ass than me, Claire." Looking back at me, he continued laughing and said, "Okay, show me what you got, kid!" 

After making sure the sponge count was correct, so as to ensure nothing was being left inside the patient, I used chromic suture to stitch up the peritoneum, as well as sub-dermal layers of the skin. For the outer sutures, I used standard surgical silk sutures, leaving the patient with six neat sutures to be removed in a little over a week. Then I dressed and covered the site with sterile gauze and sealed it with cloth tape, all of this taking me about twenty minutes from beginning to end.

"Damn, that was pretty slick, Slick," said Doctor Haynes, as he removed his surgical mask, "Where did you learn that?"

"He's the one I told you about," said Professor Wilson, before I had a chance to speak.

"Oh yeah?" smiled Haynes, "Well he's the one I want, then," and then he turned and left the suite.

As soon as was gone, I looked at Professor Wilson and asked, "What was he talking about?"

She came over to where I stood, and patting me on the side of my arm, she smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mike! For the next two years, you will report to Doctor Haynes every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, where you will be working directly with him, ten hours per day."

"What about my afternoon patient care classes?" I asked.

She grinned knowingly and said, "You let me worry about that, Mike. You just be here every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning at seven a.m., alright?" Then she gave me directions to an office in the administration wing of the hospital, and then after a post op scrub, sent me on my way.

I followed the directions Professor Wilson had given me, and before long, I found myself standing in front of the office door of the Chief of Surgery. I went through the door into the outer office where a very pretty blonde haired lady, also dressed in scrubs, sat behind a desk smiling at me. "May I help you?" she politely asked.

"Yes ma'am," I replied, "My name is Mike Peterson, and I was told to report to this office."

Rising from behind her desk, she smiled and replied, "Oh, so you're the guy we've all heard so much about. Doctor Haynes is waiting for you." 

Then she opened an inner door, behind which a now familiar voice rang out and said, "Get your smart ass in here now, kid!"

I walked into the office to find Dr. Haynes sitting behind his desk with his feet up, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Hi Doc," I said nervously.

Then he stood, and coming around from behind his desk, extended his hand, and smiling widely, said, "I'm Zeke Haynes. What's your name, kid?"

"My name is Mike, Mike Peterson," I replied, feeling more relaxed as we shook hands.

Motioning to a very comfortable looking chair that sat in front of his desk, he smiled, and with a motion of his hand said, "Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable, Mike." I did as he asked while he returned behind his desk, and after having taken his seat, Doctor Haynes grinned and said, "I wanted to talk to you for a while, if that's alright."

"Sure!" I replied.

Then he turned to the lady that had been sitting out front and said, "Kelly would bring us two of the usual, please?"

"You got it, boss," she replied smiling, and then left the office, closing the door behind her.

Once the door was closed, Doctor Haynes leaned back in his chair and said, "So, you were a Navy Corpsman, huh?"

"That's right, "I replied proudly.

Doctor Haynes began to laugh, and sitting straight up in his chair, he smiled and replied, "That's why you're such a smart ass....I should know."

"Excuse me," I said, "But I don't understand Doctor Haynes."

"Please! If we're going to be working together, I want you to call me Zeke, like everyone else around here does," he laughed. Then, in a very serious tone of voice, he looked me in the eyes and said, "I was a Navy surgeon during the war in Vietnam. I saw a lot of shit over there, Mike. My job was difficult enough as it was, but the Nurses and Corpsmen that worked under me were very good people, making not only my job, but my time in country a lot easier and little more bearable....for the Nam, anyway. When I was working with you this morning, you showed me that same drive and determination that I've been missing in all but a very select few of my people here."

"I don't know what to say, Zeke."

"Come on Mike, you and I both know that there isn't a whole lot that this university could teach you that you don't already know, man."

"Yeah, maybe," I replied sheepishly, not wanting to sound too arrogant.

All of a sudden Zeke began to laugh and said, "Look kid, your arrogance isn't going to piss me off one bit. As a matter-of-fact, I like that kind of attitude in my people."

About that time, Kelly arrived carrying a tray. As she set it down on Zeke's desk, I saw two cheese Danishes with two steaming cups of coffee, a small cream pitcher and a sugar bowl. "How do you like your coffee, Mike?" Kelly asked.

"Cream and sugar, please," I replied smiling.

As she handed me the coffee and Danish, Kelly leaned down closer to pat me gently on the shoulder, and while subtly teasing the back of my neck with her finger-tips, she smiled and said, "Welcome aboard, Mike!"




Welcome Home



"Thank you," I replied.

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After working for ten hours straight the day before, I ended up sleeping until 10:00 am the next morning. I better start getting used to it, I thought to myself, as I took my shower and got ready for class. As I walked into the kitchen, Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of iced tea, reading a magazine. "Well, good morning sleepy head," she said, "I was wondering if I was going to have to come wake you up, myself."

"I had a long day yesterday, Mom," I replied smiling. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee, and after sitting down at the table with Mom, I told her everything that transpired over the last twenty-four hours.

When I was done, Mom smiled at me, and while gently patting me on the cheek with the palm of her hand, said, "I'm very proud of you, Baby."

"Thanks, Mom," I replied.

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When I got to class that day, everyone stared at me as I walked into the classroom. I took my seat, and got out my notebook. A few moments later, Jenny walked in, with her teaching assistant, Sandra, following closely behind her. As she took her seat behind her desk, she slowly scanned the classroom, her eyes momentarily locking onto mine, giving me a quick but subtle smile that I'm sure was only meant for me to see. Then she cleared her throat and said, "Okay class, today I want you to write an essay, no longer than five hundred words, but no shorter than three hundred words, about the author and/or poet we discussed in class last week. I want it on my desk before you leave today."

I began to write, and every so often, I would look up for a moment, only to find her staring at me, almost lovingly, while I worked. It didn't, however, deter me from the job at hand, and I wrote everything I knew about Allen Ginsberg. Personally, I thought he was a genius with a mindset that was way ahead of the times back then, and I never cared about his involvement with drugs. Hell, I got busted for smoking pot, hence the reason I had to join the Navy to begin with. Granted, I never did anything more than smoke pot, but still, I believe in live and let live.

As soon as I was finished, I walked to the front of the classroom, paper in hand. Jenny had apparently been watching my every move, because the moment I handed in my paper, she subtly slid a small envelope in my hand. Looking up at me smiling, she winked, and then loud enough for the rest of the class to hear, said, "You can leave as soon as you've handed in your paper, class." So that no one else could see, I quickly stuffed the envelope that Jenny had given me into my shirt pocket; and then with a smile, I turned around and went back to my seat to retrieve my stuff so I could leave. I still had almost an hour before my Creative writing class so; I went to the Student Union Building, deciding to relax and have a cup of coffee, as well as a little time to myself, even though it was only for a short while.

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I sat down with a steaming cup of coffee and relaxed. I took a few moments to reflect on everything that had happened since I got out of the Navy, and in doing so; I realized that, once again, my life was my own and I had everything on track. Dr. Zeke Haynes, the Chief of Surgery at the hospital I was now working in, had done nothing but praise my every move yesterday, proving to me that I had what it took to be able to earn a good living in as a Medical professional. I thought about the other classes I'd been exempted from because of working with Zeke. 

Shit! That reminded me of Jenny and the envelope she had given me in class. I reached into my shirt pocket and retrieved the small white envelope. After opening it, I read the small card inside. It read:

Dear Michael,

I just wanted to let you know that, now that you're home, I think about you all the time. I was hoping that maybe you could come over to my house tonight for dinner, around seven-thirty. If not, I understand. If so, give me a call after five at 867- 5309. I sure hope I get to see you.

  Jenny

P.S. Destroy this letter when you've finished reading it. Bye!

Needless to say, I knew I was going to go to her house as, and I didn't know why at the time, there was no way I could resist her now. After I finished my coffee, it was nearing time for my creative writing class so; I threw my empty cup in the waste can and took off to Dr. Miller's class.

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That evening around 5:15 pm, I called Jenny's house. The phone rang twice, and right before it rang a third time, I heard a very beautiful and familiar voice answer, "Hello?" 

"Hi, Jenny, it's Mike," I replied smiling.

"Hi Michael, how are you, sweetie?"

"I'm doing alright, I guess."

I could tell there was a smile on her face by the sound of her voice, when she replied, "I guess this phone call means that you've accepted my invitation for dinner this evening. Am I right?"

"I don't know," I teased, "It depends."

"On what?" she pointedly asked.

"Well," I smiled, "It depends on what we're having and whether or not you can cook," and then I fell into a fit of laughter.

"Oh, you shit-ass," she giggled, "Be here at seven-thirty sharp, and don' be late," and then she abruptly hung up, but not before I heard the sound of her laughter.

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As I drove to Jenny's house which, when it came right down to it, wasn't that far from Mom and Dad's, memories that I'd long forgotten came back to me. Pictures of Jenny when we were younger came to mind. I now began to remember her vividly. The other students didn't mess with her openly after I whipped Eddie Barnes' ass for him, but the little shitty comments made by the girls were enough to make me sick. And now that I'd thought about it, I distinctly remember that Lori Chandler had said a thing or two about Jenny. I couldn't really remember exactly what it was that she'd said, but I do remember it as being something really messed up. It was all because people were jealous of her just because she was real smart. It was right then I decided that I would never let anyone ever mess with her ever again, about anything.

I pulled in to Jenny's driveway and parked my Jeep next to her Camaro. I'd cut two long stem roses from my mother's rose garden, with Mom's permission of course. Actually, Mom was the one who cut them for me. Anyway, I took the roses from where I'd laid them in the front seat, and walked up the sidewalk to the front door of Jenny's house. Less than three seconds later the door swung open, and there stood Jenny looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a pink, short-sleeved, form fitting blouse, tucked into a pair of white jeans that revealed her every curve. Hr dark brown hair flowed gracefully down her back, ending just above her shoulder blades. Her make up had been flawlessly applied, deep blue eye shadow around her dark brown eyes, and blood red lips. God, she's beautiful, and I felt very highly underdressed in shorts, a tee shirt and sandals.

"I can tell by the look on your face, that you think I look good, Michael, but are you going to stand there and stare at me all night, or are you going to come in?" she asked, with a smirk on her lips.

The sound of her voice snapped my out of the trance I was in, but not out of the spell I'd fallen under looking at her. "Huh? Oh, yeah....Hi Jenny. It's good to see you again," I replied, handing her the roses I'd brought.

As she took the roses, Jenny leaned in, lightly kissed me on the lips, and then into my ear, breathed, "Thank you for the flowers, Michael, and it's good to see you, too, sweetie." Closing the door behind me, she took me by the hand, then led me into her living room and told me to have a seat on the couch while she put the roses into a vase. She came back into the living room with the roses now in a vase, and after setting them down on the coffee table in front of us, Jenny joined me on the couch. "I'm glad you're here, Michael," she cooed, as she scooted close to me.

"Thanks for inviting me over, Jenny," I replied, smiling contentedly. 

She smiled and looked at me then sweetly said, "Would you mind firing up the grill on the deck? We're gonna need it if I'm gonna cook the two pieces of New York Strip I've got marinating in the kitchen."

"I don't mind at all," I replied, resisting the urge to caress her soft cheek with the back of my hand, "I'll get right on it." 

To say that we had a night of romance and passion would be a lie. It was more like dinner between two very close friends that were fighting an undeniable attraction to one another, yet patiently waiting until the time was right. She told me that she'd heard about my appointment to work with Zeke, and asked me about it. I told her what all had happened the previous day, as well as how it ended, and before I knew it, the time had come for me to leave.

At the end of the night, she walked me to the door. And right before she opened it, she pressed her body against me, and leaning her lips close to mine, Jenny softly kissed me, then said, "Thank you for coming tonight, Michael. It was very nice." And then she opened the door, and after I stepped out, she bade me a final "Good night," before she closed the door, locking it behind her. Once again I was left with that same feeling I experienced every time I was near Jenny. And, yes, once again, I was left with a hard-on that I no longer decided to be ashamed of.

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The next morning, Zeke and I stayed busy doing a bowel resection on this poor fellow who would, due to Zeke's skill as a doctor and a surgeon, become a survivor of colon cancer as opposed to falling victim to it, God bless him. And because of the particulars involved with that type of surgery, we weren't finished until I closed the patient's incision right after 1: 00 pm.

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"You did real well today, Mike," said Zeke, as we sat in the hospital cafeteria, having a bite of lunch.

"Thanks, Doc, I appreciate it," I replied humbly. Suddenly Zeke began to laugh, making me ask, "What?"

"Come on, Mike," smiled Zeke, "You can call me by my first name ka know."

"Yeah, but it wouldn't be right," I objected, "Hell, if I had gone through all the training like you did, I would expect, no, insist, that I be called nothing less than that."

Zeke looked around the crowded cafeteria full of people, and then as if her were about to divulge top secret information, he leaned down, and looking me dead in the eyes, said, "Don't you think I know another surgeon when I see one, Mike? Hell man, you're as good as any I've seen, and you know your way around a surgical suite as good, if not better, than I do. You may not have had the schooling, Mike, but you damn sure have the gift. I've talked to your superiors that you served under in the Navy, and they all said the same thing."

"And just what was that?" I asked somewhat indignantly, slightly perturbed that he'd delved into my background without my permission.

"Don't be upset because I had you checked out, Mike," Zeke laughed, "But they all told me that you had it in you to be as gifted a surgeon as any."

"What if I told you that I didn't want to be a surgeon?"

Zeke sat up, then leaning back and looking at me, he crossed his arms and said, "I don't understand why a man of your obvious intelligence, and with the surgical skills you possess, wouldn't want to further his education to be the best he could."

"Well, for starters, I don't want to go through four years of someone teaching me something I already know, and then once I graduate, I have to do an internship and then my residency before I can do what I want to do. Besides, I've already done the hours on call, not getting any sleep. And don't get me started on not having any kind of social life."

"Okay, Mike, I understand.....for now. But I'm gonna stay after you about it. You can bet on that," conceded Zeke, "Besides, I need a favor, man."

"Name it," I said.

Zeke smiled, and raising up from the table, said, "Come on, Mike. I'll tell you about it on the way back to the O.R."

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"You want me to do what?" I asked, at hearing the favor that Zeke asked.

"Come on, Mike," Zeke said, "It's a simple appendectomy. You can do this one with your eyes closed. Besides, I'll be standing right there to back you up."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked suspiciously.

"Look kid, I'm the Chief of Surgery, remember? If I say its okay, then it's okay, okay? Now, let's go get scrubbed."

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Apparently, word had spread throughout the O.R. of what I was about to do that afternoon. Because the moment Zeke and I walked into the operating suite, I saw movement above me, and when I looked up, the observation gallery was packed full of people. Most of them were students, but one face in particular stood out amongst them all, and that was the face of one of my teachers, Claire Wilson. She waved at me when she saw that I noticed her. I simply smiled and nodded my head in acknowledgement.

Once the surgery began and I had the patient's abdominal cavity open, Zeke began asking what I was supposed to do next. As opposed to answering his question by word, I chose to answer it by action instead. After all was said and done, and I had removed the appendix, I put it into a specimen jar that was being held open by an assisting tech. Then after sealing the jar shut, the tech handed it to a nurse behind him. Once the large intestine was securely in place, and I was assured that no seepage occurred from the removal site, I once again used chromic sutures to close the peritoneum, and sub dermal layers of tissue. Then I used surgical silk to stitch the skin, leaving a scar that would be about three and a half inches in length, but would shrink down to two inches over time. I left the technicians to cover and bandage the site as I walked out to take off my gloves, gown and mask so I could clean up.

As Zeke and I stood at the sink washing our hands, I heard a familiar female voice behind me say, "That was very well done, Doctor!"

I turned around to find Claire Wilson smiling brightly at me, obviously excited by what she'd just witnessed. "Hi Professor, and I'm not a doctor" I politely replied smiling.

"Oh, I've got a feeling that that's all about to change," she replied, receiving a scolding look from Zeke.

"We'll see," I laughed.

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As I was sitting at the dinner table with my folks that night, Mom smiled at me and asked, "Mikey sweetie, have you heard from Jenny lately?"

"You know I have, Mom," I replied smiling, "...and why didn't you ever tell me that you two knew each other when she and I were in high school?"

I heard Dad begin to laugh as Mom shifted uncomfortably in her chair and said, "Well, Mikey....honey...we uh...well, we kind of knew each other, sweetie."

"What do you mean by, you kind of knew each other, Mom," I insistently asked.

"Aw Hell, Jan, just tell him," grumbled Dad, still eating his dinner.

Mom looked at me sheepishly and said, "It's like this, Mikey. Do you remember when you played basketball, and I was a member of the Booster's Club?"

"Jenny already told me about that, but I'm beginning to get the distinct feeling that she didn't tell me everything," I raised my right eye-brow, "Did she, Mom?"

Finally Mom spilled the beans and told me, "After the incident with Eddie Barnes, she fell head-over-heels in love with you, Michael. And it simply broke my heart to see the way she would watch you from a distance. She had the most heartbreaking look on her little face, and it made me feel just awful, seeing her sitting by herself, sad and all alone, while you were with that little spoiled bitch, Lori Chandler." 

"Why didn't you ever tell me, Mom?" I asked.

"I asked her about it and she made me promise not to ever say anything to you. Besides; what would you have done about it, Mikey?" said Mom.

I scratched my head and said, "I don't know, but...."

"But nothing," Mom scolded, "You weren't mature enough to know how to handle something like that back then. I think you are now though, honey." Then putting her hand on my shoulder, and as if she were hinting at something, and I knew just exactly what it was, Mom smiled and said, "She sure has grown up to be a very beautiful young woman, hasn't she, Mikey?"

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Chapter Four

Early the next morning, I was in the surf, paddling out to the break against the incoming tide. I always enjoyed being in the ocean or the Gulf of Mexico in this case, whether it was surfing, swimming or SCUBA diving. The water has always had a calming effect on me ever since I was a kid, and after the conversation I had with my parents the previous night, today also found me confused as hell. I began to think about all the things Mom had told me about Jenny last night. I thought back to when Jenny and I were in school. I couldn't remember ever seeing her hanging out with any friends, or, if she even had any.

It was then that I realized what a lonely life she must've had, and I now began to understood how truly awful it must've been for her to see the object of her affection, me, in the arms of another girl. The guilt began invading my conscience at an astounding rate. Questions popped up in my mind left and right. Things like, "Why didn't I ever talk to her? I wouldn't let anyone pick on her so, why couldn't I have at least talked to her, or asked how she was doing," ran through my mind now. And my heart literally began to hurt for her to the point, that I felt the sting of tears in my eyes, leaving me in a bit of a quandary of sorts. Now I was really and truly confused. However, I remembered when, as a child, I felt like this. My sister, Sara, was always there to help me find my way, and I hope she would have the answers I sought now.

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"You really care for her, don't you, Mikey?" asked Sara, after I had apprised her of all the things that had gone through my mind earlier that morning. 

"That's just it, Sis," I explained, "I'm not really sure how I feel right now."

"You'll be alright, Mikey," said Tony reassuringly.

"That's easy for you to say, Tony," I replied, "You weren't there when Jenny and I were going through the adolescent hell known as high school. Everybody always tried to pick on her, and I could never understand why." 

"That's the reason you always tried to take up for her, isn't it, Mikey?" Sara asked, softly patting me on the knee.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I got to her class that afternoon, Jenny stood at the door greeting her students as they arrived. And the moment she saw me approaching, her face suddenly began to glow like nothing I'd ever seen before. As soon as I was close enough, she smiled and said, "Well, hello Mister Peterson! How are you this afternoon?"

"I'm doing well, Jen....err, I mean, Professor Taylor," I replied, with Jenny doing her best to hide her amusement, and failing miserably. As I entered the room, I made sure to brush my body against her subtly, but firmly enough that she knew I was flirting. I heard her suddenly gasp so, after making sure that only she could see, I turned and winked at her slowly, enjoying the sudden rush of color to her cheeks. I didn't realize until later, that Sandra had been sitting at her desk and had seen the whole exchange between Jenny and me. Still though, I smiled all the rest of the way to my seat.

Jenny called her student to order and said, "I graded the essays you did in class, and I wanted to tell you, that some of them were very good. However there were some that really needed work. But, there were a small few that didn't do near what I know they're capable of," When she said that, she glared at me for a brief few seconds, making me feel a little uneasy. She continued, "Your first reading assignment for the semester was, The Mark of Zorro, by Johnston McCulley. I gave everyone enough time to read it. I hope you all have, because we're going to have a short pop-quiz, and then we're going to discuss it in class." No sooner had she announced that, than Sandra began passing out the quiz sheets and the test began.




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There were only twenty questions so; I knew this test was going to be easy. "The Mark of Zorro" was my favorite of all the stories that Sara used to read to me as a child. I knew this book backwards and forwards. I answered every question and was finished in less than ten minutes, and as I handed in my test, Jenny looked at me oddly, then looked at watch and then back at me with question written all over her face. I simply smiled at her as I returned to my seat. I went over my assignments for my Creative Writing class during the next few minutes, while I was waiting for the rest of the class to finish the quiz.

Once everyone had handed in their test sheets, Jenny went to the head of the class and said, "Alright ladies and gentlemen, Take out your textbooks and turn to page two fifty-one, please." Once we were all on the same page, she began asking various students different questions pertaining to the story. Suddenly she turned to me, and with great self-righteousness, said, "Mister Peterson, please tell us what you thought of the descriptive comparison the main character makes of the Andalusian coasts to those of his native California." 

The first thing I thought was, "Why the hell is she suddenly giving me this attitude?" While I loved the story, I knew it was just that, a story. So, in answer to Jenny's question, I simply said, "You really don't want to know what I think."

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise, Mister Peterson," she viciously spat, narrowing her eyes at me. I couldn't figure out why she was suddenly being so damn hateful. I knew I hadn't done anything to make her mad, but nothing pisses me off worse than someone giving me shit for no good reason so, I stood up and said, "Alright then, Miss Taylor, I think the comparison is total bull shit."

You could've heard a pin drop as the class went deathly silent. Jenny didn't even flinch. Instead, she gave me an icy cold glare and sarcastically replied, "Is that so? I can't wait to hear this! Please, tell us Mister Peterson, how it is that you seem to know more than the author."

Why she was pissed off at me, I'll never know. But still, I wasn't about to back down either so, I stood my ground and said, "While it's a wonderful story, McCulley based his ideas on 'The Count of Monte Cristo', by Alexandre Dumas, which shows little to no originality on his part. Secondly, while he may have lived in Southern California for a few years and had a feel for it, he totally lost it in his comparison of Andalusia, because there is none."

"And just what would I you know about Andalusia, Mister Peterson?" she smugly asked.

This time it was me that got pissed off, and in sheer defiance, I glared at her, then softly but hatefully replied, "I lived there for six years, lady, as well as two in California. That makes my opinion not so much an expert one, but it certainly makes it educated, and that's a damn sight more than yours is, I assure you." With that said, I gathered my belongings and headed for the door.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Jenny spat, as I crossed the room.

"Away from here," I replied, staring directly into her eyes, "And as far away from you as I can get."

"You walk out that door and you'll get an "F" in this class. Do you understand me?" she bellowed.

"Like I give a fuck," I replied detestably, then left, slamming the door on my way out.

After dropping my assignment off to Dr. Miller and explaining to her that I was not going to be in class later, I asked if I could make it up. She simply smiled at me, and then gave me a reading assignment for the next time we saw each other in class and told me not to worry about it.

Then I headed to the registrar's office to drop Jenny's class, and after that was done, I looked at my watch as I walked down the hall. Upon discovering that it was only two o'clock in the afternoon, an idea came to me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Well, hey Mike, what're you doing here?" asked Zeke, surprised at seeing me in his office wearing in scrubs.

"I got out of class early, today, and I was just wondering if you needed any help," I asked.

Zeke simply laughed and said, "I can always use a good surgeon, kid!"

"Aw, Man, don't start that shit again," I laughed, on the way down the hall to the O.R.

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There had been a bad car accident right after I went to work that afternoon, and because of the heavy patient load, I didn't get home until right before ten o'clock that evening. "Well, hello sweetie," said Mom, who was there to greet me the minute I walked through the front door.

"Hi Mom," I replied, visibly tired.

"Mikey, are you alright, baby?" asked Mom, concern in her voice.

"Nah, I'm just real tired, that's all," I replied, walking into the den and collapsing on the couch. "Hi Dad," I said to my father, as he watched the ten o'clock news from his easy chair.

"You look tired son, long day?" Dad smirked.

"What?" I asked, as Mom came in and sat beside me.

"Jenny Taylor called here three times looking for you," chuckled Dad.

"I don't have anything to say to her," I spat.

"What's wrong? Did you two have a lover's quarrel, or something," asked Dad, now laughing openly.

"Very funny, Dad, but I don't want to talk about it," I snapped, then stood up and stomped down the hall to my room.

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The next day at work was an extremely busy one. Neither Zeke nor myself, either one, had time to even eat lunch. However, around four-thirty that afternoon, a break suddenly came and Zeke, Kelly, and I found ourselves in the lunchroom trying to get a quick bite before anything else came into the O.R.

"So, tell me Mike, are you dating anyone?" Kelly asked smiling.

"No, not at the moment," I replied, "Why do you ask?"

"You'd better watch out, Mike," laughed Zeke.

Kelly sat back in her chair smiling, and said, "Shut up, Zeke! Mike, there's a party tonight that me and a couple of my girlfriends are going to, and I was wondering if you might like to go with us."

After a few moment's consideration, I thought, "What the hell?" and said, "Sure, why not?"

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I went home after work and headed straight for the shower. Once I was cleaned up, dressed and fed, Mom insisted on that, I was about to head to Kelly's house when Dad said, "Oh, hey, Jenny Taylor called here looking for you."

"So?" I asked.

"So, what am I supposed to tell her the next time she calls?" Dad asked grinning.

Before I could answer, Mom stepped into the conversation and asked, "What's going on between you two, Mikey?"

"Absolutely nothing, Mom," I answered flatly, and then quickly left the house before I was forced to answer more questions. I know that Mom and Dad meant well, but at this particular moment, Jenny Taylor was the last thing I wanted to be thinking about. 

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"Well, hello there, handsome," said Kelly, when she opened her front door. I had only seen Kelly dressed in scrubs at work, and seeing her away from the hospital had provided me with a great revelation. Her long blonde hair was now down upon her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes were sparkling like diamonds. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that were so tight; they looked as if they'd been spray-painted on her body. She wore a white sleeveless shirt that was tucked into her jeans and unbuttoned down the front to reveal a dark blue tube top. At first glance, I noticed that the tube top was barely covering a rather large set of grapefruit sized breasts that rode high on her chest. At 5'7", Kelly had a figure to rival that of Marilyn Monroe's, causing a tingle in my groin and a tightness beginning in the crotch of my pants.

"Hi Kelly, you sure look nice," I replied, for lack of anything better to say at the moment, as well as still being breathless at her appearance. 

Giggling, she took my hand, leading me into her apartment. After closing the door behind us, she led me into her living room where two other girls, both equally as stunning as Kelly, were sitting on the couch. One of the girls was a brunette, named Sheila, with long dark hair and big hazel eyes, and built similar to Kelly. The other girl was a petite little blonde, named Leslie, with green eyes and a big smile. "Girls, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine from work, Mike Peterson," said Kelly, as she introduced us.

"Damn girl, he's hot," giggled Leslie, making my face turn a bright crimson.

"Aw, look, he's blushing. How adorable is that?" asked Sheila, making all three women erupt into fits of giggles and laughter.

"Ya'll leave him alone," said Kelly, jumping to my defense.

"So, tell me about this party that we're gong to," I said, trying to change the subject.

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When we arrived at the party, I could tell it was in full swing, as I heard music and laughter emanating from within the house we were at. This particular house sat on a section of the beach known as Crystal Beach. It was a few miles north of Surfside Beach, the beach I grew up on, but it was still well within the confines of the county line. As we got out of my jeep, Kelly took my hand, interlacing our fingers, and said, "Come on, Cutie! Its party time," and then she led me into the house.

At twenty- eight, Kelly was two years older than me, but from the way she was acting; I don't think it really mattered to her, because she stuck to me like glue from the moment we arrived. "So, I guess I'm your date, then," I said to her.

Kelly smiled at me, and then touching the cleft in my chin, she quickly kissed me on the lips and said, "You catch on quick, handsome."

"I guess I can live with that," I replied, feeling very good about myself at that moment. Hell, I thought Kelly was hot the first time I laid eyes on her so, why not enjoy it if she felt the same. As we walked through the house, I knew that whoever owned it must have been pretty well off. Expensive furnishings and rare decorative items were all over the spacious house.

Suddenly, slow music began to fill every room of the house, and pulling me out onto the huge back deck, Kelly smiled and said, "Let's dance, cutie!" Everyone around us was dancing, and as soon as we got into it, I realized by the way she was moving against me, that Kelly was trying to seduce me. She had her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, as well as having her big tits mashed firmly against my chest. As she ground her crotch against mine, she leaned up and, into my ear, she softly breathed, "Would you think badly of me if I told you that I wanted you to fuck me, Mike?"

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We were back at Kelly's apartment ten minutes later, in bed, naked and fucking feverishly. There had been no foreplay, only Kelly putting my cock in her mouth long enough to lubricate it for its first initial plunge into her hot pussy. As she rode up and down on my cock, her 38D tits bounced and bobbled all over her chest. Her aureoles were at least three inches in diameter, with nipples that stuck out a good half inch. As I sat up and took one of them into my mouth, she smiled and hissed, "Ahh! That's it, baby! Suck my tits while I ride your big fucking cock. Yes! Yes! Fuck me; baby, yeah, fuck me hard!"

Just before I hit the point of no return, she suddenly hopped off of me. Then turning around and facing away from me. She got on her hands and knees, placing her beautiful ass and pussy right in my face. With a hungry look in her eyes, Kelly wiggled her ass at me and said, "Climb on and fuck in my ass, Mike!" I proceeded to do that very thing, sending her into another tirade of wails, screams and obscenities. We fucked in every position imaginable, grinding, pounding, the slapping of flesh against flesh. I lost count of how many times I came that night and somewhere in the darkness, after hours of fucking like animals and filling every one of her holes with my sperm, I drifted off to sleep, exhausted.

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I awoke the next morning, Saturday, to find Kelly lying naked next to me, smiling and holding a cup of coffee under my nose. As soon as my vision came into focus, I realized that I'd had the rare privilege, of fucking one of the most beautiful women on earth. Kelly's skin was a golden hue, due to many hours spent tanning on the beach. Her body was like something out of the Playboy magazines I used to masturbate with as a young teenager. The whiteness of her breasts beneath the bikini lines against her tan skin only enhanced the dark rosy color of her nipples, as the beautifully sculpted white globes of her naked ass reflected the morning sun that now poured through her bedroom window. As I've already mentioned before, she had thirty-eight inch, D-cup tits, but having a twenty-six inch waist and thirty-four inch hips only added to allure and sexiness of this woman that I spent the previous night with, fucking until the wee hours of the morning. Her long blonde hair spilled onto my chest and her hazel eyes sparkled as she leaned down, softly kissed my lips, then handed me the steaming cup of coffee and purred, "Good morning, lover."

"Good morning," I sleepily replied, sitting up in bed so as to be able to drink my coffee without spilling it.

"Last night was amazing, Michael. You're a very attentive and considerate lover," Kelly said, "And I've never cum that many times in one night before, in my life."

"Well, I aim to please, ma'am," I teased, hugging her naked body closely to mine with my other arm. Then I smiled, and leaning back slightly to look her in the face, I said, "So, what would you like to do today, baby?"

Kelly suddenly sat up and leaned away from me. Then with a serious look in her eyes, she told me, "Mike, sweetie, while I had a wonderful time with you last night, I don't want you to read anything into it. It was just sex, nothing more, nothing less."

"What do you mean?" I asked, a sick feeling beginning to rise into my throat from the pit of my stomach.

"Mike, honey, you're a sexy, beautiful man that I just couldn't resist. But I don't want any kind of relationship with anyone right now. I was hoping that your understood that."

Granted, deep down inside I had wondered what Kelly's motives were to begin with, but after the night we spent together, for her to say something like this to me first thing in the morning cheapened the situation, as well as thoroughly pissed me off. I set the coffee cup I was holding on her bedside table, and then as I stood up, I reached into the floor and grabbed my clothes. I pulled on my pants, and as I was putting on shirt, I looked at her and said, "So, what you're basically telling me is, that I was nothing more than a piece of ass to you. Am I correct?"

"If you want to look at it that way, Mike, that's fine. But I was hoping that we be really close friends, ya know?"

I sat back down on the bed and put on my socks. Then after putting on my shoes and making sure they were tied, I stood up, looked at her coldly, and then with as much sarcasm as I could muster, replied, "If you want a fuck buddy, you need to look elsewhere, lady. I'm not built like that," and then as a parting shot, I added, "But you're right. You're a decent piece of ass, not the best I've ever had, but thanks for the fuck just the same," and then I left before she could say anything else.

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I'd left Kelly's house pissed off to no end, and the only place I knew where I would find not only solace and comfort, but wisdom and guidance, was my sister, Sara's. "Well, hello, baby brother. What brings you her this morning?" she asked, when I appeared at her front door. I didn't even have to speak because she took one look at my face and said, "Uh-oh, come on in, sweetie, and I'll make some coffee and then we can talk."

We sat in her kitchen sipping freshly brewed coffee, when Sara asked, "What's wrong, Mikey?"

I took a deep breath and began, "I guess it all started with Jenny when I first got back home."

"What do you mean, Mikey?"

"Well, I first saw her, it was in the classroom. And ever since then, she's always very nice, and she tells me how much she cares about me when it's just me and her. But the moment I set foot into her classroom, she turns into a total bitch, degrading and humiliating me at every opportunity, and in front of the whole class, too. Honesty Sara, I don't know what's wrong with her, but I'm fed up with her shit."

She patted my leg and said, "Why don't you try getting out and dating other girls then?" I told her all about Kelly, as well as the events that had taken place over the past twenty-four hours, and when I was done she smiled and said, "Michael, I think its time you understand that there's something you need to know about yourself that I don't think you've yet realized."

"And just what is that?" I anxiously asked.

Sara giggled, and then leaning back in her chair, said, "You've got this thing that girls like, sweetie, and it has nothing to do with sex, well maybe a little."

"Sara, what in the hell are you talking about?" 

She laughed again and replied, "Ever since we went SCUBA diving the other day with Karla and Stacy, all those two could talk about was what a handsome hunk you grew up to be. And although I may be your sister, I'm still a woman, too, so, don't think for a minute that I can't see what the rest of these women see in you. Hell, Mom even said something to me about it the other day."

"Really?"

"Yes, and she told me that saw it way before you joined the Navy."

Scratching my head in bewilderment, I looked at Sara and said, "I guess I'm kinda dumb so, forgive me if I ask you to explain it to me."

She shook her head smiling, and then after taking a deep breath, she began, "Look Mikey, you're what we women call tall dark and handsome. You're built like the proverbial shithouse, and the fact that you don't know it is what makes you even more appealing to the female eye. Now do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?"

"Yeah, I think so, but that still doesn't explain why Jenny is acting the way she does, though." I replied, shaking my head.

"That's something you're going to have to figure out for yourself, Mikey, because I don't know what to tell you."

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I got back to Mom and Dad's house and pulled into the driveway, I was getting out of my jeep and walked to the front door. Before I could turn the knob, the door swung open and Mom said, "Mikey, honey, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Mom."

"Good, because you and I need to have a talk, young man," she replied sternly.

I remembered when I was little, and whenever Mom said that we needed to have a talk, not to mention that she called me 'Young Man', it always meant that she was upset with me about something. Not wanting to make her mad, I took a deep breath and replied, "Okay, Mom. Let me get a shower and change clothes and then we'll talk, alright?"

"Make it snappy, boy," Mom barked.

"Shit! What in the hell is she so pissed off about?" I thought to myself. I went on into the house and straight to my room, took off my clothes, and then headed for the bathroom in my underwear. The warm water felt exquisite as it ran over my aching muscles, washing away the tension of the events that had happened that morning. However, even after I had showered, shaved and dried off, Jenny still stood out head and shoulders above the rest of the thoughts in my mind. I put on a pair of cut-off's and slipped a tee shirt over my head and then made my way to the kitchen where I knew Mom would be waiting. 

"Would you like to tell me just what in the hell you've done to that poor girl, Michael?" Mom asked, as I took a seat at the table.




Welcome Home



Author's Note: I wrote this for a friend of mine. We had a long discussion last night and he gave me a rather aggravating ultimatum. He felt that I was using him despite my reasons for TRYING to behave and did not believe that I would "pay him back" for his playfulness. While this is my first erotic story being posted and my second written, this is mostly for him and a fantasy he gave me very little detail to. This is the only way I can "pay him back" and prove to him that while I am trying to "behave," that I had no intention of using him and leaving him to feel used again. I'm posting it to make a point and to show YOU – you know who you are – that I'm not like everyone else and now it's up to you to decide if you still want to talk to me. Thank you for the support and for reading and I hope you all enjoy!

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Kristen smiled when she felt arms wrap around her waist. There was no need to turn around to see who it would be for there was only one person that would ever touch her so tenderly. Leaning back slightly against his strong arms, she said nothing and continued cooking, enjoying the feeling of his chest pressed firmly against her back. She felt him move just slightly and sighed as his breath tickled her skin just before his lips brushed just behind her ear. Kristen tilted her head off to the side, slightly, and giggled as he slowly moved down her soft skin; his scruff teasing her gently. 

His hands slowly moved up her body, slipping under the apron, and towards her chest. Gasping as his hands finally cupped her breasts, she shivered and turned her head slightly, forgetting about the food she was cooking and catching his lips with hers. Their kiss was nothing short of intense, and as he gave her breasts a squeeze, she kissed him harder. A minute or so ensued of these actions before Kristen pulled away and smiled. Nudging his cheek with her nose, she sighed just by his ear and whispered, "Not now love, I'm making dinner." Giving her breasts one last squeeze, he moved away and disappeared. She didn't turn, but stood there, finishing up dinner while her mind was off on decided how to welcome her boyfriend home. 

Dinner was quiet and tense; the need to have each other heavy in the air. Once dinner finished, she quickly put everything in the dish washer and walked up to the couch where he sat. Rubbing his back a few times, she leaned over and told him she was going to shower and she'd be back for dessert. With a final kiss upon the forehead, she left him and went into their bedroom, shutting the door partway. Licking her lips, she quickly let her hair down and began applying makeup, just enough to bring out her honey brown eyes. Dashing to the closet, she found her new baby blue teddy that accentuated her tan and larger curves and put it on.

Lighting a few candles around the room, she turned off the lights and walked over to the bed. Opening up the drawer of her nightstand, she took hold of the tiny key and slipped it into the slot on the box that sat on the table. Opening it, she revealed an assortment of small toys – cock ring, handcuffs and scarves – and as she pulled those out the best toy appeared, nestled comfortably at the bottom, a baby blue jack rabbit.

Placing the ring, scarves and cuffs back into the box, she left it open and then turned to pick up the remote to her stereo. She turned it on, letting sultry, romantic music fill the air and lay down in the center of the bed. By the time her boyfriend walked in, her legs were spread widely apart and the jack rabbit was moving in and out of her mouth by way of her hand. Her eyes were closed, but she knew he was there, ogling; she could feel his eyes watching her. 

Opening her eyes, she gazed up at him and smiled wickedly and pushed the toy into her mouth until she gagged. Moving it away after a moment or two, she gasped for a breath and smiled. "I needed something to practice with until you got back." She stated and as her lower lip slipped past her teeth, the toy moved towards her pussy where the teddy still hid her tan body.

He licked his lips and took a step closer, but she immediately stopped and shook her head. "I want you to sit in that chair and watch. Do not touch yourself or relieve yourself of clothing; just watch." Sitting down in the lone chair before the bed, he shifted and uttered a soft "Huah." Kristen giggled gently and returning to her previous position, she began rubbing the head of the rabbit over her clothed pussy. She turned it on and continued playing with herself, watching him carefully. Her panties soaked through and she wanted so bad to slip the toy inside of her, but she didn't and simply waited for him to begin shifting uncomfortably. 

The tent in his pants was already obvious, but knowing how his job never allowed for complaints, he was usually the same at home and in the bedroom as well. Biting her lip, she turned off the toy and placed it on the bed beside her before moving so she was kneeling just in front of him. Crawling towards him, she leaned forward and kissed him gently before moving off of the bed and straddling his lap. He returned the kiss but still did not move to touch her until he was told. 

Kristen's hand slowly moved and removed his button down shirt and undershirt and then explored his hard body. As their pants and moans of appreciation filled the room, Kristen pressed harder, urging for more and moved her hands towards his pants. Undoing them slowly, she slipped off of him and away from his lips and smiled as she removed all of his clothes. Grinning up at him, she knelt down before him and took his thick shaft into her hand.

As his head tilted back, she smiled and gazed down at his cock. Water filled her mouth quickly and she swallowed as she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss over the head of his manhood. Opening her mouth, she let his cock slip past her lips and took him partway, sucking and licking his shaft as her hand moved over his remaining length. She moved slightly so she could gaze up at him as she sucked him and continued to bob over him, sucking as she went up and her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. When it was only the head of his cock inside her mouth, she twirled her tongue over it and sucked harder and pushed back down, taking more of him each time until his head hit the back of her throat. 

His hips instantly lifted upwards, pressing her to take more and she pulled away and tsked at him. His eyes widened and stopped instantly. He now knew that if he defied her words once more she would not continue and leave him to suffer alone. Gripping the arm rests, he stilled and waited until she returned to sucking on his cock, which she did and instead of starting over as she had intended, she move her head down until her lips barely touched the skin at the base of his cock. His hiss was loud as he shivered against her, clearly fighting with the urge to move.

Pulling away, Kristen smirked and took hold of each of his hands and placed them in her hair. He quickly fisted her hair and pushed her down, guiding her head eagerly over his stiff cock. Their moans began to increase as he felt her gag and gag and he knew he was getting closer to climax. Sensing it, Kristen pressed her hands on his thighs and pushed away from him, gasping for air and smiling up at him. Swallowing, she licked her lips and said huskily, "You can touch me now. Whatever you please now, we can do."

Nodding, he simply reached for the teddy and yanked it down, revealing her tan 38 DD breasts. Her nipples were already hard, but as he cupped her exposed flesh, they hardened more and she moaned. Her head tossed back as he continued massaging her breasts and with a gruff voice, he claimed his first wish, "I want to fuck your breasts."

She smiled and moved so she was poised on her knees before him. He stood and waited for her to press her breasts together so that he could slip his cock between them and begin thrusting. Her eyes closed as his cock slipped between each breast and began moving slowly, taking in the feel and the moment after so long. His hands pressed against her shoulders and when she looked up at him, he was gazing down at her, grinning. "Open your mouth so that as I fuck you, you can lick my cock."

Kristen did as she was told, and stuck her tongue out and flicked it over the head of his cock each time. As his movements hurried, she took to sucking and forcing him to slow down. She knew his desire to come was desperate so just before he could, for the second time, she pulled away and stood up. She could see his dismay upon his face, but she ignored him and walked over to the open box. Taking hold of the cock ring, she returned to him and took hold of his shaft. 

Slipping the object around his shaft, she smirked when he growled at her but didn't bother to turn it on just yet. Seeing as she had given him permission to do as he pleased, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, kissing her roughly before shoving her onto the bed. Kristen was surprised, but couldn't deny she didn't enjoy the slight hostility. His eyes wandered over her body, sizing up how to attack first, and seeing her breasts heave, he moved onto the bed and hovered over her as his mouth found her breasts. He moved from one to the other sucking, licking and biting while his hands yanked at the teddy. When her body was free from all the constraints but her panties, he moved away from her breasts and began exploring the rest of her skin; kissing, licking, nipping, and blowing. His hands moved around, unable to stay in one spot long enough, and as they reached her panties, he slipped his hand underneath and sighed against her stomach when he felt the soft hairs against his fingers.

Pressing his cheek to her skin, he played with the hair for a moment, and then moved his hand a bit more, catching her clit. At the simple touch, her hips rose with a loud gasp and he knew she was just as hot as he was. Biting his lip, he turned and looked up at her as his hand moved further down, his finger running along her moist slit. "Mmm, you are so wet." His deep voice claimed and kissed her stomach gently, slowly rubbing at her pussy lips, tugging and playing but never pushing fingers inside of her.

Kristen fisted the bed, knowing it was her turn to suffer at the hands of her lover. Moving back up her body, his mouth returned to her breasts just as his middle finger slipped inside of her dripping core. They both groaned with pleasure and he didn't waste time in slipping another finger and thrusting his hand against her. Her body shivered with pleasure, but it didn't last long as he pulled away from her altogether. Licking his fingers, he grinned and licked his lips and pressed either hand on the inside of each of her thighs and pushed out. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth and blew on the wet cloth that separated his mouth from her lips and grinned as she gasped and shuddered. 

Extending his tongue, he quickly found her clit and began flicking at it, watching her face for her reactions before his tongue moved down towards her slit and back up. He moaned again and took hold of the panties and pulled them off to the side and pressed his mouth over her pussy. His tongue flickered over her clit and lips before slipping inside and twirling around. His eyes never left her face, watching as she finally reached over and pressed her hands against his scalp and little hair that was starting to grow back.

Moving away as she became wetter, he sat up and reached for his cock. Rubbing himself a few times, he hit the cock ring and turned it one, groaning at the vibrations and plunged into her. They both cried out in surprise, the feeling being better than anything they had been doing to stake the lust in their loins, and as it subsided they both began to thrust roughly against each other. Placing his hands on either side of her head, he gazed at her as they moved as one, leaning down to pant by her ear; kiss her neck or her lips.

Pressing her hands against his chest, she pushed him away and moved as he did until she was on top. Sitting up straight, Kristen pressed her hands against his chest and began moving over him, riding him slow but roughly. The wetter she became the faster she pushed her body against him. His hands were on her hips as his eyes watched her breasts jump erratically with each thrust, and as she leaned forward he began thrusting as well, hard and fast. 

The closer they each became the faster they moved, each moaning and groaning and fighting to finish first. Leaning forward, Kristen pressed her lips against his and shoved her tongue into his awaiting mouth. As their tongues danced, she concentrated on the noises their bodies made; the SLAP SLAP SLAP of their hips with the SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH of his precum and her juices. Her heart accelerated and as her center tightened around his long shaft, she released her lips from his and screamed out his name.

Her body shook against him as she buried her face against his neck, and through her orgasm, he continued pumping, thrusting his cock deeper into her pussy as she swallowed him up, and when he could no longer stand the vibrations of the cock ring and the clenching and unclenching of his lover's tight pussy, he came. Pushing his hips against hers and holding himself there for a moment, he came in long, thick spurts, filling her body up with his seed.

They both gasped in surprise, noting just then that they had forgotten about the protection they so carefully planned, but as he continued filling her, they both knew that they were ready for whatever happened. Their love and passion was something undeniable. Gazing into her eyes, he opened his mouth to speak, to claim his love for her, but closed his eyes and arched his back ...

With a grunt, he released again and opened his eyes. Looking around, he gasped for breath and frowned, utterly confused at the difference in lighting. He no longer held Kristen in his arms even though moments before he had her breasts pressed firmly to his chest. As his cock twitched, he shivered and gazed down. A brilliant smile caught his lips when he saw her there, his cock nestled between her pink, luscious lips, sucking him completely dry.

Slowly, she moved away from his cock, letting it slip out of her mouth with a loud POP and giggled. Lifting her finger, she caught a dribble of semen from her chin and sucked on her finger before moving so her body pressed against his. Kissing his lips gently, she sighed and hugged him tightly. "Hello," she mumbled quietly, dropping a kiss against his neck. "And welcome home Adam."

Kissing her lips, he cupped her face and gazed at her lovingly and moved one hand to press against her stomach, grinning even more as he felt the swell there. She giggled when his eyes grew as he felt a kick against his hand and sighed. "I felt how excited you were and figured your dream must have been an amazing one. I had no choice but to help you. Besides, it's the least I could do to get back at you for not waking me up last night." She said and winked, laughing softly when he finally realized that everything that had just happened had been nothing more than a dream; a replay of what had happened in their lives not eight months before.

Kissing her once more, he chuckled and sighed. "I love you," he mumbled and pulled her close before closing his eyes and simply enjoying the warmth she caused his body; his hand laid gently over her belly.



Welcome Home



My day at work had been hell, and didn't end until nearly midnight. I arrived home, irritated and exhausted, to see a light still on in the living room. I figured that my wife had fallen asleep while watching the news, as she sometimes did.

When I opened the front door, the day's troubles and tribulations instantly vanished. Lying on the couch, naked as the day she was born, was my beautiful wife. She gave me a sly grin as I entered, her eyes filled with a certain hungry look, a look which had preceded a number of very enjoyable nights.

As she lay on her side, her chin resting on the small red pillow clutched to her chest, I admired her while the soft candlelight flickered over her heavenly body: her long, silky brown hair; brown doe-like eyes with their long, beautiful lashes; her full, sensual lips that I absolutely loved having pressed against mine; and the smooth curve of her neck (which she loved having kissed and nibbled). Behind the pillow lay the swell of her firm, luscious breasts. Though not as large as some women I had known, they were amazing none the less. She always enjoyed me taking them into my hands, and especially into my mouth… The feel of her sliding them back and forth along my cock was exquisite.

My gaze traveled down past her stomach, along her lovely hips, down her long, slender legs, then back up to the joining of her thighs where a certain, delectable part of her anatomy was nestled.

When my eyes had finally finshed their lengthy tour, she beckoned me closed, smiling at the already visible stirring in my pants. I did as she commanded and bent to her for a long, deep kiss. (Her ‘Welcome Home' kiss was definitely the highlight of most of my days, something I looked forward to and longed for.) Though each of us already wanted to ravage the other, our kiss remained simple. Passionate, but simple. The rest would come soon enough.

After our lips finally separated, she welcomed me home with a "I missed you today, my dear." With her voice, she could have made a fortune in the phone-sex business. It was full and rich, with a sensual, smoky, and mysterious edge to it. She could (and did) drive me wild with simply that voice.

"This is an unexpected, but very welcome surprise," I told her.

"I'm glad you approve. When you called and said you would be late, I figured you might like a little pick-me-up when you got home."

"Indeed," I replied as we kissed again. This time I slipped my tongue into her mouth, hers eagerly welcoming mine as they danced and intertwined with and around each other, back and forth between our mouths for several minutes.

Eventually I stood and helped her to her feet, then wrapped her glorious, naked body in my arms and held her to me while we shared another, more passionate kiss. I ran my fingers through her hair and then along the smooth, soft skin of her back, down to her cute, firm derriere, which I caressed lovingly before my hands made their way back up and repeated the journey. 

Even through my shirt I could feel her hard nipples against my chest as her wandering hands made a journey much the same as mine, although her hands were much more firm and lustful on my backside. As she gripped my ass, she pulled me firmly against her so that she could feel my long, stiff cock against her warm, wanting pussy.

Soon she was pulling my shirt over my head. I helped her and then her hands began casually exploring my chest, stomach, and back. She loved to run her fingers through the patch of hair on my chest. (She had told me that she found hairless men sort of creepy.) I moved one hand from her cheek up to her firm, round breast. I massaged it slowly, feeling and exploring every inch, occasionally running my fingers over her erect nipple, then pinching it lightly, my wife moaning softly into my mouth as we continued to kiss.

After a few moments, I whispered into her ear, "I could use a shower… would you care to join me?"

She replied with a nod and an "Mmm-hmm" into mine, gently nibbling on the lobe as I started leading her slowly backwards towards the bathroom at the other end of the house. We kissed the entire way there, and I somehow managed to not trip over anything as we went. As I started the water, she lit several candles (The large tub on the other side of the room, especially when full of bubbles, was a frequent source of enjoyment for the two of us). While I stood leaning forward to finish adjusting the temperature, I felt her hips press against my butt and then her full breasts and small, hard nipples on my back as she wrapped her arms around my waist and unfastened my pants, quickly sliding the remainder of my clothing to the floor.

I turned and gazed into her loving eyes as she took my hand and let me guide her into the shower. We stood there for a moment, the warm water coursing over our entwined bodies, enjoying the feel of each other as we pressed ourselves together. When I reached for the soap, she gently stopped me and whispered, "Let me."

I smiled and took a small step back as she lathered up the soap between her hands and started with my chest, gently scrubbing and massaging, kissing softly as the soap rinsed away. I closed my eyes as the day's hardships drained quickly from me under her loving touch. After my chest, my arms, stomach, and legs came under her gentle care. She paused briefly to fondle me teasingly, and then continued on to my back where she spent a good amount of time kissing as she went. The feel of her soft lips against my skin, not to mention the steady, gentle caress of her nimble hands, were well worth all that I had been through that day.

I soon fell into a state of bliss as the warm water and my wife's lips and hands flowing over me. I don't know how long I stayed there, only that after some time I began to experience a new, very pleasant sensation. Slowly I surfaced to the feel of her standing behind me, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other hand slowly stroking my cock.

"I thought you might enjoy that," she said as I slid an arm around her hips and squeezed her to me. After a little more pumping while I caressed one of her ass cheeks, she replaced her hand on my cock with mine and had me turn around to watch as she lathered herself up and slowly, seductively, washed her gorgeous body.

I watched her hands caress her skin from shoulders to waist, then work back up and gently squeeze her breasts, first individually and then together. She continued her self-massage, lifting them and pushing them together, occasionally squeezing and tweaking her nipples. As she continued, I watched as soap suds traveled over, around, and between her breasts, down across the plain of her smooth stomach, and down past her smooth shaven pussy mound. 

While I was considering how wonderful it was going to feel with my shaft between those lips, she turned and presented my eyes with a view of her firm, round ass. Being pretty warmed up by this point, I couldn't resist helping her wash her cute and sexy backside. After grasping and gently groping her cheeks for a moment, I pulled her hips in towards me, my cock resting nicely along the shallow valley between her cheeks. She leaned forward slightly and we rubbed against each other, gently at first, then faster as our desire grew. I watched her ass glide smoothly along my shaft, thinking of how much we were going to enjoy each in a little bit.

As we rocked our bodies against each other, I saw her slip a hand between her thighs, and listened to the frequent, soft moans escape her while I squeezed her cheeks in my hands. Soon her hips stopped and her body suddenly stiffened against me as a small orgasm washed through her. When it had passed, I held her to me and kissed her neck as she turned off the water and reached for the towels, my cock now practically aching to be inside of her.

We toweled each other off quickly, both of us knowing and wanting what was to come next. Still half wet, we locked our lips and bodies together again and stumbled our way into the bedroom where she laid back on the bed, her dangling legs open wide to receive me. We shared another deep kiss as I positioned my hips, her hand guiding me to her wet, waiting hole. She slipped the head between her swollen lips and quickly grabbed my ass with both hands as I thrust deep inside her, her warm, tight pussy widening to accept me.

She gasped in delight as I buried myself in her, her hands pulling hard on my hips. We both knew that there would be no long, slow love making tonight. This would be fast, hard, and very satisfying. I pulled back and made hard, deep plunges into her, sharp moans escaping from her each time our groins slammed together. Rapidly I thrust my full length into and back out of her, again and again, her hands pulling down firmly on each stroke.

With many long, exhausting nights of love and lust between us, we worked together, our hips in a perfect rhythm back and forth, in and out, her pussy gripping, releasing, and gripping again. Although very quiet in bed when we first were married, my wife had become very vocal during our nights of wanton desire and pleasure. Her moans were loud and uninhibited, completely natural and satisfying for the both of us. Tonight, as I thrust into her warm, wet, and willing flesh, her voice began mixing in some very un-ladylike, lustful expletives with her moans, a sure sign of her enjoyment of our union.

Soon her hands had left my ass and gripped the edge of the bed as she arched her back and wrapped a leg around my waist, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth now a silent, wide ‘O' of pleasure.

As our bodies pounded together, she suddenly, and with no warning, jerked up and sunk her teeth into my shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood (a new experience for the both of us), as her pussy clenched down hard around me and shudders shook her whole body. The added tightness was too much for my swollen member to handle and I grunted as we came together, hot gushes of cum emptying into her as the two of us clung together in euphoria.

When it finally passed, we lay together, her wrapped in my arms and already thinking of our next coupling, both of us completely content. As we drifted off to sleep, I reflected on how lucky I was to have this woman as my wife.



Welcome Home



The plane was landing, my heart was pounding, should I check my look in the mirror again? I can't believe the day is finally here. It all started about 4 months ago at least. I did a myspace search for women in my area that were around my age. I was gonna try to add them as friends and see if maybe I could meet at least a few of them in person to start up some friendships. I had been here over a year and only really knew people from work. I basically had no friends. There was one particular woman who answered my friend request and it turns out she wasn't even living here. She was in Alaska of all places. She wrote how she was wanting to meet some people who live here so she would know them when she arrived....she was moving here! Well, over the next several months we must have exchanged a hundred emails or more. Some of them almost melted my computer they were so hot. I wasn't expecting anything sexual from her, however. I knew it was just online flirting and that we would start fresh as friends when she arrived. I had been counting down the days for the past 3 weeks, was I kidding myself....telling myself that it was just a friendship that was going to start today? I had gotten so horny looking at the pics she had sent and she seemed to enjoy that fact that I had! It wasn't just her sex appeal that was so attractive, she actually was very pretty and her body......unbelievable! What was going to happen today? Tonight? I was shaking like a leaf.

There she is! I'd recognize that beautiful hair anywhere. I smiled from ear to ear and walked toward her. It seemed like she wore a perpetual smile, such pretty teeth. "Hi Paige!" we hugged. 

"Caleb! Its so awesome to finally be here!" she exclaimed.

"Can I carry anything for you?" I asked.

"Oh sure, thank you so much." she answered.

We headed to baggage claim to pick up her luggage. Waiting for it to come down the shute, we talked about her flight. She was even prettier in person. Its hard to picture her talking in such a sexy way right now, like she had in so many of her emails. She seems so......sweet and nice and.....

"Caleb?" she caught me daydreaming.

"Oh, yes...sorry, are these your bags?" I recovered quickly.

"Yeah, those 2 right there", she smiled. I grabbed one and she the other and we headed for my car.

"Thank you very much for doing this, coming out here and picking me up." She said.

"Oh my pleasure. I've been looking forward so much to you arriving." I answered, smiling.

"And why is that?" she asked, with a sly smile.

I just chuckled and probably turned 6 shades of red.

We got to my car and put the luggage in the trunk. I opened her door for her and let her in and went around to get in the other side. I entered, buckled up and started the car, turning the a/c on full blast. Before I knew what was happening, Paige was leaning over right in front of me and pulling my face to hers. She pressed her lips against mine. Offering no resistance, I pulled her toward me in response. I didn't realize it but she reached down to the side lever and reclined my seat all the way back and climbed on top of me still kissing me. Her knees straddled my lap and her hands were caressing my shoulders and face. Our tongues began to explore each others mouths. My hands were on the small of her back rubbing it and caressing her ass, pulling her into me. I was quickly getting rock hard and I'm sure she could feel it pressing into her just above her pussy. My hands went under her shirt and felt her silky smooth skin that I'd only seen pictures of. From what I remember, I was caressing the area of her recent tattoo work. She moaned and our breathing got heavier. I moved my hand around her sides to her stomach and felt her smooth skin and brushed against her ample bra-encased tits. I then reached for them and lightly caressed them. Her shirt was riding up her back and sides. Even though it was dark outside, anyone who happened by could have seen what was going on. It was thrilling to think that someone may have ALREADY seen. 

The air conditioning was running at full power but it was sizzling hot in there as we groped each other and licked and sucked each others tongues and lips. Her breasts were so firm and supple. I could feel her nipples harden under my touch. I pinched them and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger through the fabric of her silk bra. Moaning, she broke free from our lip lock and said, "Take it off". I wasted no time in unfastening her clasps and ran my hands under the now loose fabric and squeezed the smooth skin of her tits and pinched her nipples to ever more erection. She sat back momentarily and pulled her shirt and bra over her head leaving her topless. 

"Suck my tits.....take my nipples in your mouth and suck them", she pleaded. 

I complied with enthusiasm and took each nipple in turn into my mouth and licked them and sucked them. My tongue circled them as I caressed them. She had her head back and eyes closed in pure pleasure. 

"Oh...oh....yes....suck them....that feels so good." 

I continued this torture of ecstasy on her beautiful big breasts and nipples. My cock was aching to get out, straining against the fabric of my shorts. 

"I've got to have your cock in my mouth right now." she declared.

She sat back, moved back to her seat and reached for my shorts squeezing the bulge straining to be released. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and pulled everything down in one motion causing my cock to spring out. She put her hand on it and immediately leaned over and took the helmut in her mouth. Circling the tip with her tongue, she teased me. Gradually she took more into her mouth and more and alternated with pulling it out and licking the length of my shaft and as much of my balls as she could get her tongue on and then back up to the tip and far into her mouth again. She continued the torture for what seemed like hours but I'm sure was only a minute or two. I was trying my best to hold back but couldn't anymore. I told her I was going to cum and she jerked me off as she leaned over and pressed her tits against the tip of my cock. I exploded all over her tits and she rubbed my cock against them to get any and all cum off. 

Wasting no time, she pulled off her skirt and panties and pushed me back down on the reclined seat. She move up to straddle my face and as she lowered her pussy down to my face I could see she was dripping wet and totally smooth. I dove in and licked her juices like there was no tomorrow. Pushing my tongue as deep into her hole as I could, I lapped up her juices and tongue-fucked her pussy. I could hear her moans getting stronger and faster. My hands moved to her ass to pull her closer into my face. Working my way up, I found her clit and she squealed in excitement as I licked it. I flicked it and could feel it swell and grow. I began to suck on it and lick it, encircling it with my tongue and sucking it again. I surprised her by moving my hand away from her ass and slowly plunging my thumb into her hole from underneath her. My middle finger could feel her ass hole and my thumb was deep inside. She began moving her hips against my thumb and tongue to increase the friction. I moved my thumb in and out a little faster now, and faster. I change my hand so I could stick my first and second fingers inside of her. Finding her g-spot, I rubbed it firmly and felt her tense up as she gasped. She was moaning and crying out faster now. She finally slowed down but made her thrusts more meaningful as she climaxed against my face and tongue. Finishing her thunderous orgasm, she rolled off and climbed back into her seat. 

"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait, I've been thinking about that the whole way down here from Alaska. I just needed your tongue in my pussy and your cock in my mouth. I hope you didn't mind."



Welcome Home



My wife Anne and I spend a good deal of time at our cabin on a lake in the northwoods of Minnesota. During a recent trip to our little slice of paradise, Anne had to attend to some business out of town requiring her to leave home for nearly a week. 

She returned to the lake on a Friday afternoon and I knew Anne needed some time to herself to unwind. I suggested that she go for a long run. "I'll fix dinner, you just go take care of yourself," I told her. I didn't need to suggest it twice. Within 30 minutes of returning home, Anne was in her running gear heading out the door for a long run. 

After she finished her run Anne took another hour and a half to do Pilate's and yoga, and then she took a long shower. It was nearly 8:00 p.m. when she came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. I asked Anne when she wanted to have dinner and she said, "In an hour or so. I just want to hang out and watch the sunset with you."

I mixed myself a drink and retired to the living room to listen to some music and watch the sun slowly sink into the western sky as I waited for Anne to dry off and get dressed. I was seated in a very large stuffed chair with my feet propped up on a big, over-sized ottoman. Life was good. My wife was home, the weather was fantastic, I had a drink in my hand and was completely relaxed. "It just doesn't get any better than this," I thought to myself. Well, I was wrong.

I looked up to see Anne standing in the doorway between the kitchen and our living room. She was a vision. At 52 years old Anne has a better body than most women 15 years younger than her. She is 5 foot 2 inches and weighs 115. She has firm 34C breasts, a flat stomach, gently rounded hips, a high, tight bubble butt, and shapely legs. Her auburn colored hair hangs just past her shoulders and accentuates her emerald green eyes. Anne has a pretty face, a tiny little nose with a smattering of freckles across her cheeks. The only thing that could improve upon Anne's fantastic looks was the outfit she was wearing. 

Anne had on a lacy white shelf bra, the type that hold up a woman's breasts yet leave them fully exposed. Anne has great looking tits, and I could see that her pink nipples were already erect indicating she was very turned on. She had on white thigh-high stockings and white high heel shoes, but was wearing no panties. She was wearing just enough to highlight her gorgeous naked body. 

Anne had shaved her pubic area during her shower leaving a tiny little patch of hair no bigger than a postage stamp just above her clit. She walked into the living room to the chair where I was sitting and climbed onto my lap. Anne wrapped her arm around my shoulder, put her other hand on my crotch and leaned into me for a kiss. Her lips were moist and soft, her tongue found its way into my mouth where it danced with my tongue. 

Anne smelled wonderful, an intoxicating mix of having just come out of the shower, the erotic scent of her subtle perfume and the sweet smell of her moist pussy. After a long, passionate kiss, she whispered, "I need you to make me cum." 

Gently I moved Anne onto the ottoman in front of the chair where we were sitting. I stood up and in a blink of an eye removed every stitch of clothing I had on. I knelt down in front of Anne as she lay on the ottoman and spread her legs wide open. Instinctively, Anne slid down the ottoman so her ass and pussy were just hanging off the edge, her high heels rested flat on the floor. Her back and head lay comfortably on the large ottoman. 

As I knelt there in front of Anne's splayed pussy I looked up and out the floor-to-ceiling windows in our living room. Here I was looking at a fantastic summer sky as the sun set over the lake while my beautiful wife was spread eagle on an ottoman waiting for me to eat her hot little pussy. Yes, things were getting better all of the time.

I lowered my face to Anne's twat and began to lick her pussy lips. She was already wet and was eagerly awaiting my more aggressive oral explorations. I worked my way up and down Anne's full pink lips, lapping up her juices as quickly as her pussy could produce them. I stuck my tongue deep into her slit and began to swirl it around inside her. 

Anne raised her butt off the ottoman just a bit as I was licking the bottom part of her pussy. As if on cue, I started licking that little stretch of skin between Anne's pussy and her anus. Anne cooed with delight and lifted her butt off the ottoman a little more. 

Now typically, Anne doesn't like anything anal. She will on occasion let me touch her asshole with my finger while I'm giving her head, but she hasn't let me fuck her in the butt in nearly 20 years and never in our 27 years together have I licked her ass. But that was the signal she was giving me, and since she had just showered, I was willing to go there.

Ever so softly I traced my tongue around the outer edge of her asshole. Anne responded by cooing some more, and whispering, "Yeah." She then brought her knees to her chest and used her hands to spread her butt cheeks. I figured that was all the approval I needed and I went to work. 

I touched the tip of my tongue to the center of her anus and started flicking my tongue over her tight little butt hole. After teasing her this way for several minutes I began lapping at her anus with long, full tongue licks wetting her entire sphincter.  

As I was tonguing her asshole, I slid my thumb into her pussy. With my middle finger I massaged Anne's clit. By the way Anne was moaning, and writhing on the ottoman, I knew she was getting close to an orgasm, so I kept at it. 

I curled my tongue, placed it at the opening of her butt and started to push it into her. Anne realized what I was doing and complied by pushing her bottom toward my face. She wanted it and I was going to give it to her. I pushed my tongue deep into her tight little asshole while I continued sliding my thumb in and out of pussy and rubbing her clit with my finger. 

Anne was extremely close to cumming, and since I love the way her pussy juice tastes, I decided to change positions. I withdrew my tongue from her tiny little balloon knot and moved it back up to her sopping wet cunt. I moved my slick middle finger to her asshole and pushed it into her up to the second knuckle. I placed my thumb in Anne's twat and started rubbing my middle finger and thumb together feeling that thin little slice of skin between her ass and pussy. 

I repeatedly flicked my tongue on Anne's clit and she started to cum. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me so tight into her twat that I almost couldn't breathe. Wave after wave of her hot sweet cum flooded my mouth. She tasted great and I drank up her juice as fast as I could. Finally, Anne's orgasmic convulsions stopped and she released my head from her hands and said, "God I needed that. Now it's your turn."

I got up off the floor and sat back down in my chair. I took a sip from my drink -- I needed a little chaser after drinking so much of my wife's cum. No sooner had I set my drink back down on the coffee table than Anne slid off the ottoman, pushed it out of the way, and positioned herself in front of me on the floor. She wrapped one hand around my cock, took my balls in her other hand and lowered her warm, wet mouth over the head of my cock. 

Anne moved her mouth up and down on the thick shaft of my rock hard prick, while simultaneously stroking my dick with one hand and fondling my balls in the other. To my surprise, Anne had a little surprise of her own in store for me this evening. 

As she sucked and stroked my cock, Anne released my balls and moved her hand to my ass. At first she simply caressed my entire butt, touching first one cheek then the other. But soon, Anne started paying more attention to my anus. She rubbed her fingers all over my virgin sphincter. This was a new sensation for me and I was loving it.

Anne had never done anything like this before, but maybe she thought since I had tongue-fucked her ass the least she could do is repay me by finger-fucking mine. She continued to pump her hand up and down on my shaft as she sucked the head of my dick for all she was worth. Then she inserted her finger into my butt. 

She started with just the tip, but she continued pushing until she had her entire index finger buried deep inside my asshole. Anne started wiggling her finger inside me while she sucked my cock even harder. 

I couldn't take it any longer. The feeling of Anne sucking my cock while fingering my ass was too much to take -- I exploded. Never had I cum as hard and as long. Usually Anne can swallow all I can give her, but I pumped so much cum into her mouth that it was running out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. 

I fell back into the chair. Anne climbed up in my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. "I'm so glad to be home," she said. 

"Me too," I replied. "Welcome home."



Welcome Home



I just recently returned from a business trip to Spain. I'm exhausted after a long, grueling flight home. I expect to get home, take a hot shower, and just crash into bed. Little did I know you had something else in mind.

As I open the front door I call your name. No answer. I call out again. Still no answer. I walk through the house looking for you.

I approach our bedroom and gaze upon the bed. A soft lamp is illuminating the room. I see you wearing my favourite outfit - black boy shorts with a black baby doll tee accentuated by a pair of black stockings. I can feel my cock straining at my jeans.

My mouth is watering. My cock is aching. After I plant a long, lingering kiss on your lips I push you back on the bed.

I kiss the top of your forehead, the tip of your nose, and each of your cheeks. I reach down and hook my fingers underneath your black baby doll tee and slowly lift it up, exposing your big, beautiful breasts.

I reach underneath you and grab the waistband of your boy shorts and pull them down over your ass as you lift it off the bed for me. You stand in front of me and I slowly peel off each of your black stockings.

After I have all your clothes off I have you lie face down on the bed. I kiss the back of your neck all the way down your back to that sensitive little spot above your beautiful ass. I linger there before moving down your legs to your gorgeous red-painted little toes, sucking hungrily on each one.

After turning you over I softly kiss your mouth while my hard cock grazes your wetness. I kiss your neck, take a nipple in my mouth and feel it become aroused. I do the same with the other one. Slowly I plant wet kisses over the front of your body. I spread your legs and kiss the insides of your thighs, first slipping one finger inside you, then two. You're soaking wet. 

You use your middle and index fingers to spread yourself open for me. I kiss your beautiful pussy all over and take your clit into my mouth and slowly swirl my tongue around it. I can hear you gasp. Soon you're wriggling on the bed. I have to wrap my arms underneath your thighs and grab your hips to stop you from bucking. Your breath quickens. I slide one finger inside you to lubricate it. I pull it out and carefully push inside your beautiful ass. You moan when I do that and I can see a smile on your face as I look up. Not for a second have I removed my tongue from your aroused hood.

It only takes a couple of minutes before I notice you stop breathing for a second. Then a loud moan escapes from you. You feel an orgasm ripping through your body. You lie there, spent, but totally happy.

Then as a special surprise for me, you get up and put on your stockings as well as your formfitting baby T. You leave your ass-hugging black panties on the floor. You walk towards the bathroom, looking over your shoulder towards me as you go. You grab a warm wet cloth, a razor, and shaving gel and hand them to me. You sit on the edge of the tub and put one leg up. I place the warm, wet cloth over your warm, wet pussy to soothe the skin and soften the hair around it. 

I liberally apply shaving gel and begin shaving your pussy totally bald. The slight pulling sensation on your skin from the razor and feeling the cool air on your bald pussy arouses you again. When I'm finished I reapply the warm wet cloth to soothe your skin.

We walk back into the room and you push me on the bed. You unzip my jeans and my cock is released for the first time. You reach for it and slowly begin sliding your mouth up and down. A moan escapes my lips. I pull your baby T off again and let your breasts hang free. I put a pillow beneath my head and ask you to lower yourself above my mouth. My tongue reaches for your now-hairless pussy. 

In a 69 position, I begin to taste you again as you continue sucking me. I wet a finger and again slide it in your ass. As I lick faster you begin sucking my cock more hungrily. I can feel my orgasm building. Just as you explode with your second orgasm of the night you pull my cock out of your mouth. Spurts of cum splash over your breasts and stomach as you use your hand to milk my cock of it's juices. You spin around, cum still on your body, and lie on top of me, kissing me, and sighing contentedly.

Content, we both drift off to sleep.



Welcome Home



I had just come home from studying in Europe for a year and my friends were throwing me a welcome home party. I didn't know how welcome I was going to be made.

Walking up to the complex of apartments where most of my friends lived I had a sense of loneliness. I had broken up with my girlfriend of six months in Prague when I came home and now I wondered if all my friends had finally got it over with and hooked up whilst I was gone. Turning the corner I saw about ten people hanging out around the pool area and bar b que. Mickey was the first to see me and he shouted, "the guest of honor has finally arrived." Everybody turned to me and I noticed that most of the girls were already in bikinis and glistening with lotion. Do my rounds with everyone took about fifteen minutes before I could get my bag down and grab a beer. Most people just said the usual "Glad your back" or "Good to see you" but Michele noticed one thing that my loose shirt couldn't hide.

"You're skinny!!!" 

When I had left I was pretty chunky but during my time abroad I spent a lot of time backpacking and working out. Combined with a healthier diet I lost about seventy-five pounds and toned up a lot of my muscles.

"Yeah. I decided to leave some of myself in Prague", I joked before taking a swig of my beer. "Who's place am I crashing at? I want to ditch my bag."

"You're staying at my place Caleb." purred a voice behind me. Turning around I saw that Jane, a girl I used to have a huge crush on had snuck up on me and was wearing a top that barely covered her large Cs and a wrap that only covered one shapely, long leg.

Giving her a hug, I told her to lead the way so I could get changed for the party. Taking my hand she started to walk towards the place I remembered her sharing with her boyfriend Brian.

"Brian at work?" 

"Him and I broke up about three months ago. Asshole was cheating on me with two other girls... and a guy."

I decided not to continue the subject. Putting my bags in her spare room I changed into a tank top and shorts and headed back to the pool.

Several hours later, buzzed and horny I noticed that most of my friends had indeed hooked up while I was gone except for three of girls.

Jane, who was putting me up, is about six feet tall, honey brown hair to her shoulders, with great legs and tits. Amy who is Jamie's opposite is barely five feet tall, short blond hair, large A cups and a bunch of piercings; naturally they are best friends. And Samantha average in all ways but brains; about five-five, slim, nice Cs. 

All three of these girls were talking together. I could tell by the look on their flushed faces were planning something. Probably a girls night out.

By midnight the party was winding down so I decided to go to bed after taking a quick shower to sober up a bit. Everyone had listened to my tales of Europe and the story of my breakup with attention but for some reason my cup was never empty.

Towel around my waist and fog out of head I noticed that all the lights were out in the house except for my room.

Opening the door I saw a site that I will never forget.

On my bed were Sam, Jane, and Amy.

Amy had her head buried in Sams pussy and was apparently doing a great job from the low moans escaping her mouth. Amys hands were rubbing her perfect breasts and trailing down to cradle Amys head now and again. Jane was on the bed using a dildo on Amy as she lapped up the juices. 

I instantly grew hard as Jane stopped what she was going and crawled on all fours ending up on her knees in front of me. "Lets get rid of this towel shall we?" Ripping off my towel she looked intently at my now hard cock. "Mmm, I never would of guessed Caleb." Taking my hard, seven inch and thick as her wrist cock in her mouth.

Pressure building almost instantly from her sucking gave way as she teased me licking up and down the shaft before grabbing my ass to force me down her throat as she took me all the way down to the balls. Sucking and licking she crawled back towards the bed leading me by the cock with her mouth. 

Standing up she shoved me next to the other girls who had stopped what they were doing to join her lick my shaft and balls.

Pressure builds as three girls fight to lap up any pre cum. Sam suddenly puts her mouth over the head of my dick and moans. The feel of her teeth light around my head pushes me over the edge. I cum in her mouth harder than I have ever before. Surprised she lets my cock go and cum goes all over her face and tits. Amy and Jane laughed as they licked her clean.

Soon it was Jane who had her head buried in Sams lap. Ass in the air showing off her shaved snatch. 

Amy grabs my head and guides it to her pussy. If there is one thing I love to do is lick pussy. I notice that her hood is pierced and I take it in my teeth and tug lightly and am rewarded with a moan. Wet lips meet mine as I go down on Amy. Licking and sucking I taste as much as hear her cumming. Combined with Sams moans all this does is make me hard again. 

As I sit up I notice that Sams nice round ass is in the air as her and Jane have entered a sixty-nine. Dick hard I get behind her and slide into he soaking pussy.

"That's right, fuck her while I lick her."

Never one the disappoint I work my way deeper into Sams pussy feeling her walls tighten around my rock hard dick.

Thrusting I feel her tighten to a point were I can't even move. She collapse in a heap and I pull out. Amy starts to lick me clean of Sams juices as Jane gets on all fours looks me in the eye and tells me to, "Fuck my tight ass"

Amy grabs the forgotten dildo and slides it into Janes snatch as I work my way into her ass. Jane bit her lip as she has both her holes filled with pleasure. I feel my self about to cum again so I pull out of Jamie as she cums for the third time in a row. 

I put Amy on my lap and trafficking her cowgirl as I am shoved down onto the bed and my face is mounted by Jane and my left hand is put to work on Sam.

Enveloped by warm, wet, tight pussy I last only a few minutes before I get ready to cum for the second time. 

"I cumming", I cried out and I soon felt three sets of lips on my organ again hands pumping my shaft as I cum. The three girls collapse in a pile on and around me cleaning each other.

"So, is it good to be home?", Sam whispered in my ear.

"There's no place like it." 



Welcome Home



It was 6 that morning when I woke to hear the front door close and your car pull away from the house. I lay there for a while, remembering the fun we'd had the night before. My cock went hard for you all over again and I stroked it gently remembering how good your hands and mouth felt all over it. Eventually I dozed off again catching up on some off the sleep I'd missed due to our nighttime activities.

You must have been busy as you hadn't called or text me all day, and when you did it was late. As I answered my mobile I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 7.30. You said that you would be home in about an hour, traffic permitting, and that you had already eaten. You sounded exhausted and I wondered if it was from the early morning or from all the energy you had used the night before. We had after all gone to bed at 11.00 and due to our combined exertions not gotten to sleep until around 3.45. 

It was 8.45 when I heard your car pull up outside and the door slam shut, the alarm beeped as you made your way to the door. I opened it for you staying in the shadows, your neighbour didn't know you had a visitor and seeing as though I knew her it might not have been a good idea to tell her I was there. You walked in turned to put your cases on the floor, bending slightly as you do so. I come behind you putting my hands on your bottom and rubbing it gently, you stand and try to turn around but I tell you not to say anything and just relax. You take me at my word and close your eyes in wonder. I move my hands around your waist moving closer to you as I do so, you can feel my hardness growing as my hands continue to move upwards and cup your breasts, my head moving downwards as my lips make contact with your neck as I start to kiss and nuzzle you there.

You let out a sigh and my hands move slowly down to the hem of your skirt. Reaching underneath I start to slowly pull it up, stopping every inch or two to caress your thighs, all the time kissing and nipping at your neck. As I reach the top of your stockings my hands touch your naked flesh for the first time and you let out a gasp, I can already feel the heat from between your legs, my erection growing bigger as I do. 

I carry on like this for a few minutes until I think it's time to move on. My hands slowly move upwards until my fingers make contact with your panties. They are very damp, and I can feel you breathing become more laboured as my fingers caress you through the thin lacy fabric separating me from your sex. 

You can't take it anymore and your hand moves around your back and starts to rub my length through my jeans, more and more hurriedly. My fingers are by now very wet and I move my hand quickly up and inside your extremely wet panties, stroking your pussy and playing with your clit, all the while you continue stroking my cock and moaning. You don't say a word as if there in the darkness of the hallway it would somehow ruin the moment if we were to speak to each other. The silence is somehow erotic all on its own, adding to the atmosphere of the whole situation.

I can hear your breathing grow even more urgent, your chest rising and falling as if you're struggling to breathe. I move my free hand up under your blouse and start to caress your breasts through your bra. I can feel your nipples almost stabbing there way through the lacy material that keeps them from my touch. While my right hand is busy playing with your clit, my left pulls down the cups on your bra and I start to play with your nipples. Rubbing them in turn. As I do, I push two fingers deep inside your hot, wet sex. All the while nibbling your ear, kissing your neck and shoulders. My breathing also becoming more laboured as I stroke your pussy.

Just at that moment your knees almost give out as you shudder to release, an almost guttural cry escaping your lips, one you don't even recognise as your own. Your pussy juice is now coating not only my fingers, but also most of my hand, as you slowly come back down to earth.

I remove me fingers from you as we both slide slowly to the ground, you turn around and hold my face in your hands as you kiss me full on the lips. Your tongue forcing it's way almost all the way down my throat. As you let go of my face you continue to kiss me wildly, your hands now move down to he waistband of my 501's. You fumble to open the button, but just pull at the opening to rip open the buttons that keep my cock from you. 

You reach inside discovering with delight that I'm not wearing any underwear, you smile mentally to yourself as you break the kiss for the first time. You free me from my jeans at the same time your head moves down toward my crotch and you engulf me in one swift move. Your head is moving wildly up and down, almost urgently as if you want me to explode there and then. As I look down, your eyes make contact with mine for the first time and I know exactly what you want to say. Even now words are unimportant, my hardness and your eyes tell me all I need to know.

I pull you up to me and kiss you, tasting my pre-cum on your lips. I take hold of your shoulders as you straddle me, rolling us both over as I do. I move to my knees while I reach under your skirt and grab hold of your panties with both hands, pulling them off with one clean tug. I notice as I do that you have been wearing my favourite thong all day and wonder to myself if you had something in mind yourself, for when you got home.

Almost instantly I pull your legs wide apart and bury my face deep into your pussy, my tongue licking at your lips and tickling your clit. After a few minutes of my oral ministrations, something suddenly occurs to me. Not only have you been wearing your skimpiest underwear all day, you have actually shaved your pussy completely. I lean back to see if my mind is playing tricks on me, but no, there it is in all its natural glory. I look into your eyes and your smiling at me as you see the look of realisation on my face. I return my tongue to what seems its rightful place and start once more, only this time almost lashing at you with renewed vigour. Your breathing starts to become laboured once again as your back starts to arch off the floor. 

Your body stiffens momentarily as you open your mouth and scream with pleasure, your body shuddering for what seems like an eternity. Without waiting for anything I move between your legs and bury myself inside you to the hilt. You gasp once more, unable to scream as you feel you have no breath left in your lungs. I begin to move in and out of you, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Fucking you for all I'm worth. 

After what seems like an eternity you start to shake as my cock drives you on to yet another release. Plunging in and out of your soaking wet pussy. Almost instinctively you can tell that I'm nearing the end and as you push me over you start to moan loudly as you climax once more. At the same time you push two fingers into your pussy while, with your other hand you take hold of my cock and start to wank me furiously. As you do I explode, moaning loudly, shooting thick jets of cum all over your face. 

I reach for you and hold your face while I kiss you almost urgently on the lips, tasting my own cum as I do. We slowly slide to the floor as we continue to kiss; your hand is still slowly stroking my semi-hard, sticky cock. We break the kiss almost together and I start to giggle to myself. You ask me what's wrong and I answer, "How are you going to explain all the noise to Sandra?"...



Welcome Home



I thought about how he might react while I kissed her full, pink lips. She was perfect: my height, but slender; long dark hair and slightly Asian eyes; full breasts and ass; soft skin and fine features. Her kisses were sweet, full, unhurried, and she groaned when I sucked and licked her mouth—her tongue. I wasn't in any hurry either, but I wanted her naked by the time he walked into the bedroom. She kept rubbing her tits against mine, grinding her hips into me. I grasped one of her breasts and squeezed hard, pushing it up to my hungry lips, suckling her nipple through her thin shirt. She threw back her head in response, grabbing my hips and leaning way back so I could see the tops of her soft breasts. I pushed them together, up and out of her bra—I could see her dark nipples—so different from mine—bigger, with large bumpy aureoles and long hard nipples. I flicked my tongue over them the same way he did to me, something that drove me wild. 

She was becoming a little more impatient now, pulling my shirt out of my jeans, pushing her hands underneath to thumb my nipples through my bra. I could smell her pussy now—the scent of her permeated the room, and I felt my pussy contract and moisten in response. I brought my hands down to cup her ass and she squirmed against me, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it aside. Her eyes lit up when she saw my breasts pulled up and together in the confining black lace bra he liked so much, and eagerly pulled one out of it's cup. She sucked with her mouth open wide, flicking her tongue around my nipple and taking a good portion of my breast into her wide mouth before breaking suction with a pop to minister to the other side. 

"I can't wait to taste your pussy," she said, as she unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles.

"I hope you like sucking cock as much as you like eating pussy," I replied, stepping out of my clothes and reaching under her skirt to stroke her wet cunt. 

We kissed again, mouths open and sucking, while I flipped my fingers under her thong and stroked her from ass to clit and back again. She was dripping and writhing in my hand, but I had to taste her, and brought my fingers up to our mouths. She eagerly sucked as much juice from my fingers as I did, and her flavor was tangy, creamy. 

She moved me toward the bed and pushed me down, and I watched as she pulled off her shirt and wriggled out of her skirt and thong before following me down to the bed with a hand on either side of my head, pushing her tongue into my mouth and gyrating her hips against my busy fingers.

I heard the front door close, and heavy steps coming up the stairs.

She stared into my eyes and smiled as broadly as I was smiling. I pushed a finger into her sopping cunt, and her eyes rolled back as I finger-fucked her to the brink of a sweet orgasm. I stopped before she came and grabbed her face with both hands as she groaned into a hard kiss.

The door to the bedroom opened and I heard a sharp intake of breath as he took in what was happening on the bed. His bag and jacket slipped to the floor, and I imagined him staring at the two of us grinding into each other and moaning. I continued to kiss her, reaching down to spread her ass-cheeks so he could get a better view of the holes I had brought him to fuck.

I heard him breathing heavily as he unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. 

I whispered in her ear and she gave a sweet giggle before rolling onto her back on top of me. Her head lolled back over my right shoulder, her soft hair fanning out around her—u--as she locked each foot around my ankles. I spread my legs, and in so doing, hers, bending our knees. 

As he approached the bed, I heard him remove his shoes and pants, and knew he was probably stroking his beautiful cock. I saw him cock his head around to my face, shake his head and slowly appreciate the sight before him. Her arms were up, hands buried in my hair, while I kneaded her large, soft tits and stared into his eyes. I whispered into her ear, following my suggestion with a swirling, probing tongue.

She looked up at him and begged him to fuck her with his hard cock, and I spread our legs a little wider.

He laughed deep and throaty, and leaned over both of us until he could kiss me, wet and appreciative. He turned his attention to her and I held her arms up, as he tasted her for the first time. Their kiss was tentative at first, but slowly grew in wetness and anticipation. He bent to suck her nipple and I heard him sigh in contentment as she arched her back, grinding into my hips. I could feel juice from her pussy dripping down onto my cunt before I felt his fingers open me. He languidly rubbed around my hungry opening, dipping down to flick over my asshole before coming up to pinch my clitoris between thumb and forefinger. I felt her shudder as his hand also found her sweet openings, and heard the wet sound of him finger-fucking her pussy while he watched her face.

She tried to close her legs against this invasion, but I held her wide as she started to buck against his hand. He must have been buried deep, flicking her insides in a way that always brings me to my knees, because she stopped pumping his fingers for a minute, then came in a rush. 

I saw him stand, smiling and licking his fingers in approval, before he reached down under us both and drug us to the edge of the bed.

I craned my neck and saw his cock standing straight out, and dripping clear strings of pre-cum to his thighs.

He positioned himself between our legs and I felt him nudge between my swollen lips, before sliding into my slick wet cunt. He alternated looking at my face and hers while he fucked me and rubbed his thumb along her slit. I grasped her tits again, and he moaned as he slid out of me and into this new, delicious cunt. She must have felt good on his cock, because he was shuddering the next time he slipped into me, pumping hard, stomach muscles working. In and out of both of us he fucked, reaching out to grab her tits, putting his finger in her whore's mouth, then mine. 

She reached between us and played with my clit and the next time he fucked me I came while biting into her soft, white shoulder.

He was breathing hard now, and both of us were eagerly rising to meet his thrusts as he alternated between our pussies. I felt him start to cum, and bucked him away, so he buried his cock into her pussy and ground into her while he shot load after load of his hot cum into her.

I rolled them both to the side and knelt in front of her, lathing her with my tongue and sucking his creamy, sweet cum out of her pussy, then bending to suck his cock clean as they continued to explore each other's bodies and mouths. 

Wiping my mouth I stood and watched as he pulled her to him and they both closed their eyes and went to sleep. I snuggled up behind him and dozed, waiting for him to rise again, so she and I could lick and suck his cock until he had given us both a mouthful of cum, and hopefully find out what it was like to fuck four orifices one after the other. He jerked a little in his sleep, and I pulled the comforter around our three tangled forms, smiling and cupping his cock.



Welcome Home



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Imagine yourself coming back from a long week out in the field. You plop down in your favourite chair and let out a sigh when suddenly I come around the corner with an ice cold lemonade in one hand and a wash cloth and basin in the other. I hand you the drink and slowly sink to my knees between your thighs. I look up and smile as I undo your belt, your zipper, and then slide your pants off your legs, underwear and all. 

The strong smell of your crotch hit my nostrils and the manly odour only turns me on. Dipping the washcloth in the water, I run it, warm and damp, up your thigh and caress your balls and shaft, cleaning and rubbing it. The texture of the cloth feels slightly rough, but I'm very gentle as I cleanse you, getting into every nook and cranny. 

I rinse and do it again, cleaning your now warm, wet, package. You are hardening now, reaching 3/4 your full size. Your eyes closed, you don't realize I've leaned in until the head of your cock is already between my lips. As your eyes flutter open, I smile with a mouthful of your cock head, my hand still wrapped in the cloth as I gently stroke you at the base. 

Moaning softy, I take you further into my mouth, feeling my lips slide down lower and lower towards your balls. I juggle them lightly with my free hand, and a bead of saliva drips down your shaft from my lips to run down between your balls. I come to rest with my nose pressed into your pubic hair, my lips pressed in all the way to your pelvic bone. You groan as I hold myself there, my nostrils flaring for oxygen, my throat contracting around the head of your dick as I gag slightly. 

You feel a bubbling in your balls start to brew after a long week without cumming. As I feel them tighten I back my mouth off all the way, slowly, letting your dick exit my mouth with a soft *pop*. I smile up at you widely, my brown eyes flickering. Mmm give me your big week's worth load honey I moan sweetly. With only that statement I wrap my lips around your tool and begin to bob my head slowly, in time with my gently stroking hand. 

You groan with anticipation as I work you over, my wet mouth now drooling all over, sluicing up and down your soaked shaft. Wet slurps and slops fill the air, and the smells of cock, precum, and spit, mix to fill our nostrils. I moan was I feel your balls tighten, and again, louder as I feel your first pulse of orgasm hit. Your hips spasm and flex, and I pull back so that your cock head just touches my lips, opening my mouth wide so that you can see your sperm enter my hole. 

I smile as I wait, stroking your cock with my bottom lip against the base of your head. Suddenly, with a roar and a huge spasm in your cock, you flood me. An enormous spurt of cum rockets out of you, slamming into my throat with force. I gag slightly, not at the taste, but at the speed with which it pounds the back of my throat. I quickly swallow and reopen my mouth, but not before a second shot slaps my face just under my nose, and cascades across my cheek under my left eye. 

My mouth now wide again for you, I feel your third and fourth pulses spring forth into my mouth, filling the floor of it and coating my tongue. I moan with delight at the salty taste of it and stroke firmly to coax out three more small bursts of flavourful semen. My mouth nearly overflowing now, I kiss the tip of your cock, and milk out the last drop of cum. With a swish to savour it, I swallow half the load, keeping the rest for a moment longer before it flows down the hatch. 

I kiss your cock again, on the head, down the shaft, and to the balls, as you soften slightly, and twitch in post-orgasmic bliss. I dip the washcloth again and use its warm wetness to clean your cock while looking up at you with my deep brown eyes. I lean in again and moan contentedly as I lay a light, wet kiss on your balls. You caress my hair as I go back to cleaning you off, and I smile up at you.

"Did that feel good lover?" I ask you at just above a whisper.

You can only bring yourself to moan and nod and affirmative as your heavy eyelids start to droop. As I continue to wash your genitals, legs, and chest, you drift off into contented slumber.

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With a start, your eyes bolt wide open. Unsure how long you've been asleep, you glance left and right in confusion before you realize the source of your sudden wakefulness. Looking down, you smile as you see me suckling away contentedly on your half hard cock, drying cum still lingering on my cheeks. Unsure how long I have been at it, and not wanting to disturb me, to sigh quietly and watch.

Like a baby with a soother, I suck your cock softly in and out of my mouth, making small suction sounds and grateful moans. Your cock is moist, and you can feel a lone drop of saliva beading on your scrotum, rolling slowing down towards the seat below you. Unconsciously, your cock begins to harden as you watch me, growing more and more turned on by my obvious joy at having your manhood in my mouth.

As your shaft stiffens, I open my eyes and look back up into yours, aware not that you are fully awake. With a shy smile, and a slightly pink flush of embarrassment in my cheeks, I apologise "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to wake you."

You reply offhandedly "You know I never complain about waking up with my dick in your mouth babe." And reward me with a beaming smile.

Armed with that motivation, I continue with my sensual manipulations, now focussed more on causing you the most pleasure possible. I use the tip of my tongue to lash the head of your cock, circling it, flicking the underside, tracing up and down the slit. The end of your cock awash in my saliva, you feel it running down your shaft as I grasp the base of your cock between my thumb and forefinger and ever so slightly stroke my hand up and down.

I continue my torturous teasing for what seems like ages, pausing every so often to slap the heavy head of your cock against my pursed lips, extended tongue, or full cheeks. When I fear you can take no more, and your legs and ass writhes underneath me, I stop mt tongue and look back up into your eyes. I stare at you for a full minute, building suspense for what I will do next. Without a word, I show you my plan, and open my mouth to unleash a torrent of slippery spit that cascades down your entire cock, leaving a puddle under your butt.

I sit up now, and remover my tank top, pulling it over my head so that my luxurious 36 Ds bounce into sight. Smiling widely at you, I grasp one breast in each hand and squeeze them together, giving you a show as I play with my hardening nipples. Pulling my breasts apart, I sigh with pleasure as I move in closer, and then push them back together, enclosing your rigid pole in a cacoon of soft flesh. Slick as it is with my saliva, your cock slides easily between them as I begin to bounce my chest in time with your uncontrollable thrusting.

You watch in awe as I clearly enjoy the feeling of your cock locked in my chest's embrace. Your cock head pokes out the top of my cleavage as your thrust hits its deepest point, and occasionally I reach gingerly down with my long tongue to lash the mushroom top as it appears. To maintain the copious lubrication, I tilt my head down and let drool flow freely from my lips down between my heaving mounds to liberally coat your pulsing cock.

You groan with anticipation and encourage me as you fuck my chest. "Yes baby. Let me fuck those titties. Squeeze those bit tits together for me!"

I smile back and offer words of encouragement of my own. "Mmmm give it to me hunny. Your big hard dick feels so good between my tits. Oh yes I love feeling your hot cock all over my body." 

I shudder with pleasure as hearing my own dirty words pushes me over the edge and leaves me trembling in the grips of a small orgasm. I tilt my head to the heavens and let out a long, loud moan of unrepentant joy. In the midst of my own convulsions, I fail to hear your urgent plea about your impending explosion. 

"Oh god babe, oh god. I'm gonna cum babe! I'm gonna cum!!" you exclaim.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh GOD!" I call out, my back arched, my hands still pressing my ample tits together on either side of your fat and throbbing dick. "Yessssss!"

The pent up semen of your long hard week, all the remained in your big balls from the first draining I gave you, comes out in one enormous explosion. A vast quantity of sticky white fluid blasts into the air, raining down onto my chin, neck, and chest. You bellow in uncontrollable pleasure, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. You laugh, heartily and out loud as you cum, amazed at the force and intensity of your eruption.

My mind descending back to earth, my consciousness returned, I excitedly begin to scoop up small handfuls of cum in my cupped fingers, and feeding them into my voracious mouth. I swallow it all eagerly down the hatch, unaware of your loving gaze upon my glazed and heaving chest. You smile contentedly and remind yourself how lucky you are to have such an unrepentant cum-loving slut all to yourself. Having gotten all the large dollops of cum into my mouth, I lay back on the floor and absentmindedly rub the remaining cum into my breasts, savoring the smell of it all over me. Looking up to meet your eyes yet again, I whisper to you, with my full, pink lips: "Welcome Home." 



Welcome Home



I am waiting for you to come home from work in my bedroom. When you finely walk through the door I walk out to greet you by rapping my arms around your waist and kissing you deeply. During this kiss I slide my hands down your back and get a grad of your perfect ass. Then after I am done kissing you I would whisper into your ear that you had worked hard all day and now it was time for you to relax and let me take care of you.

I take your hand and lead you into the bedroom where you would see candles lit and some music playing. At this point I have to kiss you again and push you onto the bed. I take off your shoes and socks and help you back to your feet. After kissing you again I help lift your shirt up over your head and throw it to the floor. You try and take off my shirt too but I tell you that you have to wait. 

I give you another kiss and turn you around and pull your back against my chest. As I kiss and suck on your neck and ears I slowly rub my hands up your tummy to your breasts. As I continue to kiss your neck I gently massage your amazing breasts through your bra. I slide my hands back down your front to your belt, you let out a soft moan. As I undue your belt and let your pants fall to the floor I run one of my hands under your panties just a little. Not enough to feel the start of your delicious pussy, but enough to run my fingers through your short hair driving you crazy. 

As I'm doing this I run my other hand up you back and unclasp your bra letting it too fall to the floor. So now that I have your beautiful self standing in my room in just your panties I turn you back around and kiss you deeply. After a few minutes of heavy kissing I instructed you to go lay face down on the bed. As you moved over to the bed I help myself out of my shirt and pants and grab a bottle of massage oil off the dresser. 

In just my boxers I climb onto the bed and straddle your body. After warming some oil in my hand I slowly work it into your back and shoulders occasionally leaning down to kiss your neck or nibble your ear. After a short bit of rubbing your back I move down and start with your legs slowly working my way up your body. When I reach your thighs I start to slowly work my hands further up the inside getting closer and closer to your spot. 

I find that as I slide my hands up your thighs you slowly open up your legs a little hoping that I would touch you. But I want to make you wait a little longer so I tell you to roll over onto your back. As I law across you rubbing oil up your arms and onto your shoulder you get your first good look at how hard you've made me under my boxers. As I slowly move down to your breasts I give you a quick kiss. 

I spend extra time cupping and massaging oil into each one of your amazing breasts.. God you look so sexy just laying there almost completely naked on my bed. As I continue to slowly massage your breasts I can't help but to lean forward and take one of your nipples into my mouth. Slowly running my tongue around it and sucking lightly. I move down your body rubbing your stomach, then your hips. As I reach the waist line of you panties I slide one finger under the band and slowly run it the length of your stomach. Then I remove it and slowly start to run my hand down the front of your underwear, gliding my fingers down the curve of your pussy until I am slowly teasing you by running one finger down your fabric covered slit. 

As you moan with frustration I bring my hands to ether side of your hips and slowly start to slide your panties down your legs. When I finally free them from or ankles they join the rest of your cloths on the floor. 

I look at you and admire how incredibly sexy you are I position myself in between your legs and start to make my way back up your body. Bringing my hands up your legs and across your breasts I settle them behind your head. 

As I lower myself down onto you, you can feel my hard cock grinding against you with only the thin fabric of my boxers separating us. Even through my boxers I can feel how wet you have become and it makes me want you even more. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss as our bodies grind together. 

After the kiss breaks I slide to the side and kiss you once more. As we are kissing I take your hand in mine and place it on your chest. I slowly start to slide our hands down the front of your body and onto mine. I take your hand and slide it under the waistband of my boxers and onto my hard cock. As I remove my hand yours stays slowly running your fingers up the length of me. 

It feels so good to have you touch me, I've wanted you for so long. As we continue to kiss and you continue to play with me I take my hand and run it back down across your body, over your short hair to your wet pussy. Slowly taking my middle finger I run it the entire length of your slit, Then back up again till it hit the top. I take my finger and slowing part your wet lips till I rest my middle finger on top of your clit. 

As I slowing start to trace circles around your clit I feel your hand wrap around my shaft and start to stroke me. I increase the pressure and speed of my tracing and you match my every move by increasing your strokes. The feeling of rubbing your sweet pussy and you stroking my cock is tuning me on so much; I can feel the climax building inside of me. 

I take my finger away from your clit and bring it to my mouth. God I love the way you taste. As I return my hand I move past your clit and run my finger up and down your slit, moving a little deeper inside you with every pass until I have my whole finger sliding in and out of you.

Your strokes are becoming faster and faster as I continue to slide my finger in and out of you. At this point I can't take it any longer and I have to feel you, be in you. I quickly loose the boxers and slide my body over top of you again and lower myself down. 

As I lower I can feel you guiding me into you. As I part you I can feel your warm pussy wrapped around my tip. I continue to lower myself down sliding further into you. When I reach the hilt and am all the way in you let out a soft moan. Oh you feel so good I could cum right then and there but I want us to climax together.

I slowly start to thrust in and out of you. Kissing you and holding your hands down to the bed the whole time. As the pace of the thrust quickens I kiss you deeper. You feel so amazing, so wet so tight, I'm doing everything in I can to hold by the rushing flood of my climax. The pace quickens as you thrust your hips forward to meet me with each thrust.

I feel you tighten around me and I know you are getting close too. We continue to wildly fuck each other until neither one of us can take it any longer. I look into your eyes and scream your name as I hit my climax sending jets of cum deep inside you. At the same time you dig your nails into my back as I feel you tighten around my cock and feel the release of your climax as well. I continue to slide in and out of you a few more times before collapsing down on your lips. We lay there and kiss with me still inside of you. After the kiss breaks I move to your side and rest your head upon my shoulder. 



Welcome Home



I walk through the door of our quaint home to find you there by the couch waiting for me. You are standing there wearing a black tank top and skirt, your hair put up in a ponytail revealing your neck and shoulders. You smirk as you open a beer taking a large sip of the cold golden beverage while closing the gap between us. You hand me the bottle and as I finish it off you set it down on the coffee table.

You wrap your arms around me as you softly press your wet lips to mine. We both pull back to see that look in each others eyes and on pure instinct we lock lips again this time our tongues massaging and exploring. I reach around cupping your ass with both hands before lifting you up. Instantly your legs wrap around me as our deep kiss continues, our lips pull apart and I begin to kiss your neck starting at your collarbone. Working my way slowly up behind your ears, I whisper "I love you" and nibble on your ears. 

You now unwrap your legs and begin to kneel on the plush carpet tugging and pulling at my belt and zipper. You slide my pants and boxer down over my knees and finally casting them aside you flick your tongue on the head of my cock. I shudder as you run your tongue up the length of my now hard cock before quickly taking the head between your soft lips. You look up at me as you run circles around the head my body shivering at the sensation. You now slide further down the shaft taking inch by inch into your warm mouth till you hit the very bottom sending waves of pleasure through me. 

Not being able to take much more I stand you up and in one fluid motion scoop you into my arms. I carry you in to the bedroom placing you there on the bed admiring the site of you there as i remove your tank top and bra while kissing you again. I watch as your tits release from the bra then i suck on a nipple running my tongue around and across it before moving to the next. I kiss and lick down your belly while sliding your skirt and panties off throwing them to the floor.

I grab your legs and pull you to the edge of the bed your ass barely hanging on. I kneel down to kiss your knee working my way up your inner thigh kissing and nibbling up to your pussy. Once there I run my tongue up the wet folds of skin before stopping to flick your clit. I start to suck on it while dragging my tongue across it and around it feeling it get harder. Now that I have you really wet I slowly insert a finger inside you sliding it in and out pressing it against your g-spot, my tongue still hard at work.

Hearing your soft moans sends a wave of energy through me as I finger you faster working my tongue on that sweet clit and pussy until I feel your hips start to buck and your body tighten. I remove my finger, grabbing your thighs as i shake my head sideways flicking my tongue as fast as I can. Building you up to the point of release before suddenly stopping, smiling I look into your eyes but you pull my head back down wanting me to continue pleasing you. Finally, you can take no more and you cum for me long and hard as I continue to lick and suck your wetness. 

I slide up to your neck and kiss your sweet lips while sliding my dick into your pussy burying my cock all the way in you. You wrap your legs around me as I start to ram it inside you. Our bodies close together, just bare skin touching and nothing but the sound of our skin smacking together fills the room. I pull out and flip you over positioning behind you as I slide back deep inside your waiting pussy. Grabbing your hips I slam into you sliding a hand around to rub your clit as the length of my cock slides in and out.

All at once your body shakes again and you begin to cum for me as i keep pace fucking you. As the last spasm stops from within you pull away from me pushing me down on my back before climbing over top of me. You reach down grasping my hardness guiding it back to your warm damp sheath. I reach up to squeeze your tits and rub your nipples while you rock back and forth riding my cock. Without warning I sit up slightly to take each nipple in my mouth before laying back down. 

You interlock your hands in mine as you pick up speed bouncing on me for what seems like hours then sensing we are both close I pull you down, our chests pressed together, grabbing your ass and lifting slightly to fully expose your tight twat.I start to thrust deep inside you going faster and harder with each thrust of my hips. I reach up to softly pull your hair as we both explode in a burst of pleasure staring into each others eyes as our bodies quit shaking and the sensations wear off. Collapsing on top of me my cock still inside you our bodies spent we slowly drift to sleep not knowing more is yet to come.



Welcome Home



Coming through the door you are weary, your footsteps drag and starting as dull thuds approaching I hear them lighten into staccato taps as your destination comes into sight. I hear you easily from where I sit waiting inside the doorway. I have been counting the moments until you returned to me again, the days all too slowly becoming hours then the hours to minutes.

Worn from travelling so long and far, work dragging you away from me again as they are won't to do; you have finally come home to me. 

I once toyed with the idea of waiting inside for you to seek me out when you arrived but just waiting those long agonising moments as you sorted your keys, placed the key in the lock and then finally, over what seemed excruciating millennia, turned the handle and came inside - those moments were ones where I could already be in your arms. 

Now I pace behind the doorway until I can hear you just outside, I don't even try and hide my excitement at having you at last in my arms as I fling open the door and throw myself at you. 

Your eyes, tired though they are, light up at the sight of me in my jeans and t-shirt. Large breasts barely constrained within my bra are straining against the material and your arms wrap tightly around me gathering me to you, the adoration mutual. Your hand goes to my breast, thumb stroking across my nipple - it grows harder with the caress and I sigh, the place I keep just for you beginning to ache with a dull throb. My hands seek out the familiar planes of your body, every shape and contour known to my fingertips as you bow your head to me and at last we kiss. 

Silken lips dance across each other, lovingly at first then more and more teasing as we revel in the ability to once again touch, feel and taste. Your tongue is firm across my lips, prying them open insistently and it is not long before I yield, opening myself up to you and pressing my body tightly against yours. Your thigh slips between mine and the pressure between my legs, firmly rubbing my kitten as we kiss, is enough to make me force you away for I know if I give in we shall never make it too what I have planned.

The smell of you is enough to drive me mad with desire and taking your bag I attempt to usher you inside, you deliberately drag your feet a smile on your face as I tug on your arm trying to pull you into the house. Our house. 

Dumping your bag without ceremony in the hallway I slip behind you and pull your jacket down over your shoulders, it too receives brutal treatment as I throw it towards your case. You laugh and chide me, my head bowing in admonishment but we both know it's just a game, moments later we are laughing.

Skipping lightly through the house I beat you to the bathroom and turn on the taps, topping up the bath I have run a little earlier with steaming hot water the smell of cloves and blood orange wafting through the air. Waiting spoils the fun and as you enter the bathroom I begin to unbutton your shirt, ignoring your hands as they explore my body, your lips on my neck and shoulders. My nimble fingers slip to your belt and it is easily undone, next I kneel before you and unlace your shoes, helping you step out of them before peeling your pants downwards until you stand before me in your briefs. 

Bearing a grin you reach out for me, seeking to waylay my plans and again I evade you, slipping behind you as my thumbs hook into your waist band and I divest you of your underwear. An old friend awaits me when I return to face you, your cock thick and strong saluting me as I smile cat-like at the greeting.

Stepping into the bath you reach out and squeeze my ass. It is fleshy and full, in the way that only a woman's can be without appearing saggy, and the feel of your warm hand upon my flesh excites me and sets my skin tingling. As you lower yourself into the steamy water I perch on the edge of the bath, take up the sponge and soaping it up begin to rub you down, my hands working in circular motions across your shoulders. Neither of us says a word as I work my magic on your tired flesh, across your back and arms until I slip around to face you.

"Hi there." 

A greeting that means more than it says, your hand reaches out and strokes along my cheek the water from your arm dripping across my shirt. I gasp a little at the heat of the water through the material, my already pert nipples harden so much that they begin to throb and I raise my fingers to them, rubbing gently to ease the ache my eyes tied to yours. Your lopsided grin brings me back to myself and I lower my hands, reaching again for the soap as I lather up your chest and rinse you down. 

The corner of my eye catches movement and I look down into the bathwater, your hand is clasped firmly around your shaft and you are stroking yourself off. I watch a while longer, the sight stirring me so that I have to physically shake myself and move away. 

I wash your hair for you, massaging your scalp and taking my time, loving the fact that I am looking after you. Taking care of my man the way only his woman can. Rinsing you off I splash more water across me and the t-shirt clings still more to my full breasts, jeans splattered with water as I bring you your towel. Rising from the water you tuck a stray strand of my long black hair back into place, the business like pony tail a little messed up from my tasks. The towel I hold out to you is warm, heated until its perfect and I watch avidly as you wrap it around your waist. 

I have always been fascinated by the cuts in a man's hips, that perfect place at the bottom of his abdomen and I reach out my fingers now and trace them along this line barely holding back the desire to flick out my tongue and swipe it across your flesh. Seeing something in my eyes you grin wickedly and let the towel fall to the floor, my eyes straying once again to our cock of their own volition. 

Crooking your finger to me you summon me forward and I take a step closer unable to resist you. With a deliberate smile you point at the bath tub, still full of water and incline your head just so.

"Get in. Leave your clothes on." 

This is not part of the plan but I do as you request. All I want is too please you and I hurry to do as you bid, stepping into the water in my jeans and shirt, not caring about anything other than satisfying your request. I begin to kneel and gasp, pausing as the hot water seeps through my jeans soaking my panties and heating up my labia. You chuckle a little at this and with a deft hand you reach over and pull out my pony tail, my hair falling down over my shoulders, then push down on the top of my head.

I slip further into the water until I am sitting submerged, the deep water lapping around the bottom of my breasts in a pleasurable teasing way. My shirt is totally sodden and growing heavy, I raise pleading eyes to you and you nod. Slowly I lift the shirt up over my head, exposing my purple bra that contrasts so starkly with my porcelain flesh, the half cups lifting my breasts up so that they are orbs. Next I slip my hands into the water and remove my jeans, the matching panties are cut high at the back and as I kneel slightly to get the pants off you catch sight of them. My ass cheeks hanging low out of the bottom, enticing you with the rounded cleft at the bottom of the buttocks. Unable to help yourself you reach out and caress it lightly, I move forward onto all fours in the water giving you access to my body - anything that you want of me is yours, my eyes tell you this with a glance.

The tips of my breasts are dangling into the water, my ass only half submerged exposed for your pleasure and my face turned to yours bearing a look of devotion that cannot be denied. Yours.

Your fingers travel from my cheeks to the crevice of my ass, running along the outside of the underwear you let your fingers glide down over the tight pink rosebud of my anus, my legs parting automatically to give you access, eliciting a gasp from my flustered self and down to graze lightly across my labia. The pressure of your fingers on the lace causes a little moan to escape my mouth and I bite my lip, your fingers are warm from the water and you very deliberately splash water into my pussy. The gentle thudding of the waves into my femininity creates a dull ache of longing for release and I whimper a little. With a very deliberate flick you tap my clit and give my mons a squeeze that makes me want to beg you for more.

You remove your hand from under me and from where you kneel beside the bath run it in a very firm stroke along my buttocks, back and up to my head. Your fingers entwine in my hair and you lift my face to yours, I respond to your kiss hungrily, eagerly and I resemble nothing so much as an animal in heat. On all fours, lips pouting and eyes lusty it is very easy to forget that I am anything other than sex. 

You are taller than me and when you kneel beside the bath, you can lift your cock so that it sits right where my eager mouth is. I take you in, my lips caressing the tip of you, tongue running around to the glands where I use the tip of my tongue to lick you eagerly. I love the taste of you, male and earth and salty. Still on all fours I let my jaw slacken and lean forward to swallow you into my mouth. I gag a little but after a moment my lips are brushing against your pubic hair. I love a man that is unafraid to be male and doesn't wax, prune and bleach things that should be earthy and tasty. Your hand guides me back and forth, choosing the rhythm and I look up at you with big blue eyes, devoted and attentive. 

I lick the length of your shaft while it is still in my mouth, urging you to spill into my mouth, sucking you hungrily needy for your seed to fill my belly.

You are stronger than I and you pull out of my mouth, I reach after you and you simply place a finger underneath my jaw and lift it shut. Shaking your head you smile at me again and rise to your feet. I yelp as I am lifted too, your other hand still entwined in my hair and I make it too my feet scrabbling out of the bath tub as you tug me across the room. I slip a little and am pulled up short by your hand catching my arm. Ever my champion, never letting me fall. 

I am snapped from my bliss as you move towards the vanity pushing me in front of you. Bending me over so that I can see our reflection above the sink you push your fingers into me without warning, tearing my hot wet hole open as I groan in ecstasy. The sight of my own lust filled face nearly enough to shame me before I am swept away but the sensation of your finger fucking and the view of your face as you watch me in the mirror. I lift myself up on my toes, my hips rising and pushing backwards to meet your hand, begging for more, harder, more, faster, please. 

A hand reaches around and caresses my nipples, pulling and pinching in ways that feel oh so good. I am breathing in sharp shudders, unable to keep my legs from shaking as I surrender completely to you. Just as I am cresting the wave, the explosive pressure within my aching pussy reaching explosion point, all activity ceases and I fall into the vanity breathing heavily and very nearly wrecked.

Gentle hands pull me to my feet and turn me, arms wrap around me and you kiss my forehead lovingly, tenderly as you place me up to sit upon the vanity. Then, with eyes filled with adoration and wonder, you part my legs and slip inside me. Your hot pulsing cock fill me up, pleasing me in ways that no other ever could, gliding in and out of me in perfect symmetry with my body. Hips arching into yours as you start slow and tender, our lips finding each other's and our hands travelling across bodies. You caress my hard pink nipples as I reach between us and stroke your balls with my fingertips, our combined juices leaving them sticky.

Your cock becomes a piston and I move myself closer to the edge of the vanity so you have better access. Faster and faster you hammer your dick into my pussy and the sensation has me clawing at you, desperately trying to pull you closer, to consume your cock with my cunt. You hit the back of me, my cervix thudding against the tip of your penis; I cry out over and over again as your ram your thick rod home. Pleasure overtakes me in waves, starting as a white hot heat and radiating through my whole body, my pussy convulses tightly around your cock and in response you cry out in time with me.

Thick hot ropes fill my womb, your cock tightly inside my pulsating cunt as our bodies lay spent together and I can't help but kiss you anywhere I can reach. Lifting me up, my legs snaking around your waist as your cock stays inside of me (Is it still hard? How can that be?) You kiss me tenderly, my arms winding their way around your neck as you head towards the bedroom.

Reaching the bed you lay me down, your body wraps around mine and I can feel you are hard again, I rouse expecting another round. You still me with a hand.

"Nap time, now."

"Welcome home, Traveller." I murmur, spent, and you chuckle happily kissing the back of my head.

"The best part of going away is coming home."



Welcome Home



I walk through the door and place my bag on the floor. I pull my hair out of a pony tail and run my fingers through it.

"I'm back baby."

I smile as I hear you walk up behind me and wrap your arms around my waist. I moan quietly as you begin to kiss my neck.

"Welcome back baby. I missed you."

"I wasn't gone that long was I?"

"Way to long for me."

I laugh quietly as I turn around in your arms to face you. I kiss you as I wrap my arms around your neck.

"I missed you too."

You kiss me again harder as your hands run from my wais down to my ass. I run my hands over your chest and down to your cock. I break away from the kiss. I look down at you and smile.

"Your naked baby. What would you have done if it wasn't me who walked through the door?"

"I never thought that far ahead."

"Well I'm glad I walked through the door."

I smile and push you back towards the couch. I kiss you as I push you down so your sitting on the edge of the couch. I pull my top off and get down on to my knees. I kiss you as I slowly stroke your cock. You reach around and undo my bra. I push your legs apart and stop kissing you. I smile at you as I lick the tip of your cock. I begin to suck your cock as you play with my tits. You place a hand on the back of my head and push me down on to your cock. I moan and begin to deep throat your cock. I hear you moan as I continue to suck your cock.

"Fuck that feels so good baby."

I moan and unzip my jeans. I place my hand inside of my jeans and begin to finger myself.

"Your not wearing any panties baby?"

I look up at you and continue to suck your cock faster. You moan and hold my head still as you thrust your cock into my mouth. I moan and continue to finger myself. I begin to play with your balls, feeling them tighten.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum baby."

I moan and begin to finger myself faster. I continue to suck on your cock as you thrust into my mouth. You thrust deep into my mouth once more as you begin to cum. I moan as I feel your cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow your cum as fast as I can, moaning as I play with my clit. I take my mouth off your cock, feeling your cum hit my throat and tits.

"Fuck. Oh fuck I'm cumming."

I scream as I begin to cum. I continue to play with my clit and my tits. I sit down on the ground, breathing heavily as I suck on my cum covered fingers.

"Does it taste good?"

"You tell me baby."

You sit down on the ground next to me and turn my face towards you. You kiss me, tasting our cum. You moan and slowly push me backwards until I'm on the ground with you laying on top of me. You slowly kiss me, making your way down to my jeans. I moan and lift my ass up as you pull off my jeans. You kiss the inside of my legs as you push them part. I moan as you slowly kiss your way up to my pussy. You begin to lick up my cum.

"Baby please. Stop teasing me. I need your cock."

You stand up and walk around to my head. You kneel down next to me and lift my head up slightly so your cock is in front of my face. I reach out and begin to stroke your cock as I lick the tip. You moan as I continue to stroke your cock and lick your cock back to life. 

I moan in disappointment as you take your cock out of my mouth and hand. You lay back on top of me and kiss me. I moan as I feel your cock rub against my pussy. 

"Baby please."

You moan as you slowly thrust in to my pussy. I kiss you.

"It feels so good."

You begin to thrust into me harder and faster. I scream and arch my back. I run my fingers along your back as you begin to lick and play with my tits.

"I'm gonna cum again baby."

"Me too."

You begin to thrust deeper into me as I begin to cum. You moan loudly as you thrust deep into me one more time as you cum. 

You pull your cock out of my pussy and lay down next to me. I roll over on to my side and kiss you.

"I love you baby."

"I love you too." 



Welcome Home



Cyn walked into a quiet house after along day of work. Her husband, Tony, wasn't home yet. It hadn't been a good day at work, and it felt good to have a moment of quite in her house. Cyn made her way into the kitchen, grabbed a wine glass, and poured herself a merlot from the fridge. Walking across to the double doors in the living room, she stared out at the waves rolling over the sand. 

She smiled, remembering the last time her and Tony spent time on their private beach. They had made love by the fire. Cyn closed her eyes and moaned softly as her thoughts took her back to the night they rolled on the sand.

The sound of the grandfather clock chiming pulled her out of daydream, but it had already ignited the desire to be with Tony. She needed to be ready for him when he got home. She quickly refilled her glass of wine and went upstairs to the bathroom. 

She turned the bath water on and put her hand into the running water to make sure it was the right temperature. Then she took a moment and lit the candles around the tub. She put her long brown hair up in a bun and stripped out of her clothes. As she waited for the tub to finish filling, she looked at her naked body in the full length mirror. She saw her nipples fully erect. She pinched one of the nipples and moaned softly as the sensation turned up the heat below her waist line.

She looked down and saw the water was at a good level and tested the temperature again with her toe. Satisfied, she turned off the water and climbed into the tub and stretched out. The hot water soothed her skin and shook away the remnants of her trying day. 

She began to wash herself, running the wash cloth all over her legs, arms and belly. Then she ran it over her breasts. The feel of her nipples being touched again sent another signal to her pussy. She closed her eyes and let go of the wash cloth, letting her fingers do the needed work. She began to pinch her nipples a little harder, and her moans became more vocal. Her pussy started to scream for equal attention and she obeyed the call by drifting a hand down into the tub, letting her finger dance over her clit. She circled her finger over it around and around again causing a cold shiver to begin through out her body. Cyn moved her legs in a small scissor motion as her finger slid down from her clit and into her wanting pussy. It seemed to sigh with relief as her finger slid though slick lips. 

Cyn began to move the finger in and out of her pussy, letting her thumb strum across her clit. She began to constantly move her legs and hips around as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy with one hand and the bruising pinches she was inflicting on her nipples with the other. Cyn arched her back as she began to orgasm, a loud moan drowning out the sound of the splashing tub water.

"You started with out me huh," came a voice from the bathroom door. Cyn was startled for a moment, having lost touch with the reality around her. Then she saw Tony standing over her. She smiled widely at him. He looked down at her, dropped to his knees and kissed her hard. He slid his clothing off, not breaking the kiss. From outside the tub, he put his hand on her pussy. Cyn stopped him with her own hand.

"I'm past that baby," Cyn said with a smile. "You need to catch up. I need nothing else now but your cock inside me."

Tony grinned as he watched his wife kneel forward and grab the end of the tub, exposing her ass to the air. He climbed in and grabbed her hips, resting his cock head against her pussy lips. 

Cyn pushed ass back, wanting his cock inside her and he responded by slowly pushing the cock past the tight lips of her pussy. He began to move in and out of her slowly, his cock going in further with every stroke. Cyn gasped and moaned when he had it all the way inside her. Tony sat there for 10 seconds without moving, getting his cock used to the tight surroundings it was in, then started to move in and out of her again. He began to pump harder into her and reached under Cyn and found her clit with his fingers. He plucked at the clit over and over again as he pounded his meat into her tight pussy. Her moans started to become high pitched shrieks as the cock continued its assault on her vagina. She was close to cumming again and reached between her legs and cupped Tony's balls. It was his turn to scream now and her grip tightened.

"God baby, I'm cumming," Cyn screamed, and arched her back. Tony wasn't far behind and pulled her hips against his, burying his cock into her. He sent his seed deep into her as her pussy flooded with her own juices. 

They stood like that for a moment, unable to move, except some heavy breathing.

Tony then laid back into the tub, pulling Cyn with him. She laid there on top of him in the now half empty tub and nuzzled into his body. Tony held her tight and kissed the top of her head.

Cyn whispered, "Welcome home," and smiled.



Welcome Home



Now if you've read my previous story, you will know that my fiancée, Matt is a titty man - in a BIG way. He loves my large, firm tits – preferably in his face while he is sat on the sofa or bed, with me riding him hard. This works really well for us, because I like my tits slapped, pinched, pulled and nibbled. Luckily I have found my perfect match with this gorgeous man who is only to happy to comply. 

After a steak dinner one night, we went to a local wine bar for a couple of drinks. As Matt had been working away, we hadn't been intimate for a couple of weeks (sexting really doesn't hit the spot) and the sexual tension was simmering. I had worn a pencil skirt, and a cream cashmere cardigan with just a couple of extra buttons undone to show off my ample cleavage. I knew he wanted to get his hands on my breasts later – my nipples were hardening at the thought.

"You look gorgeous tonight baby, I can't wait to get you home" Matt said as he poured the last of the wine in to my glass. "You are stunning". I ran my finger around the rim of my glass, and kissed him on the lips, hard. He pulled back - "Don't get me too excited, it's been a while and I won't be able to stand up and walk out of the bar" Matt laughed. God I had missed him. We promptly called a cab and were finishing up our drinks when the conversation turned to Matt's forthcoming 28th birthday.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked "we should maybe go away for the weekend? I could see if we could get in to a log cabin in York, you know the ones with the hot tubs on the decks?" 

Matt pointedly ran his hand over my thigh "All I want for my birthday is you. On a plate. Seriously. I don't want any more socks, underpants – I have enough pairs of trainers to last me a lifetime and I pretty much buy stuff I want, so seriously, all I want is you.... At my beck and call all day...completely topless. I want you to wait on me all day with those big gorgeous tits out. Exposed. I want to see those big nipples pointing out, I want to see them bounce as you walk, I want full access to them for a full day, they are MY big, fat sexy titties, and I can suck, pull, shake and fuck them whenever, and however I want" with this, he put his arms around me and my nipples hardened at his words. 

"What so you want me to walk around our house, topless, cooking, cleaning...and fucking, completely topless?!" I was so turned on at the thought – I guess I am an exhibitionist at heart, and I know how much he adores my breasts. If he wants a day with my titties, then so be it. 

As we got home, Matt pushed me up against the door of our porch, kissing me and pulling my breasts out before the taxi had even left the street. "God you smell amazing" he breathed, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I fumbled around for the keys and we fell in to the hallway – the scene of our last nasty fuck session – with our clothing being ripped off and strewn all over the stairs. As we got up to the bedroom, Matt ordered me to strip "Get those clothes off and be my little naked, sexy slut, fuck I can't wait to marry you, I am gonna fuck you all over that night". I was so turned on, and could feel my pussy getting wetter, and wetter with each word. I love when he talks nasty to me and calls me names. He loves it when I am vocal too - "mmm I am your slut, I want you to watch me finger fuck myself on the bed while you play with my big, fat titties" 

I laid on the bed and spread my legs so Matt had a good view of my aching, wet pussy. Completely exposed to him, I felt so fucking sexy. I licked my fingers and promptly began rubbing my swollen clit, not taking my eyes off my fiancée – whose excitement was obvious. His eyes were popping out of his head when I ran my hand over my pussy, collecting all the juice and rubbing it in to my tits. "Ohh you fucking slut, I love seeing your tits covered in pussy juice" he groaned as he ran his tongue over my nipples.

"Keep rubbing your pussy for me you sexy slut, while I abuse these big tits" he began sucking my nipples hard and nibbling at my tit flesh, all the while squeezing and groping my breasts - roughly. I absolutely love this, I couldn't have felt more horny at this point and I was almost at the point of no return when Matt ordered me to finger my arsehole "mmm I wanna see those fingers rubbing that sexy arsehole – the arsehole I own"

"mmm, you want me to finger my arsehole? This arsehole that you've fucked so many times? DO you remember the time you fucked me in the arse in front of the mirror and ordered me to watch myself getting fucked? Being a dirty slut with my tits bouncing and swinging?"

"I remember watching you you fucking dirty bitch. I remember seeing your big tits, your big nipples getting harder as I rammed your arse. You love it."

I felt so exposed as I lay spreadeagled, completely naked on the bed – while my titties were being mauled. Matt manouvered me so that my head was hanging over the edge of the bed and kneeled down so he could shove his cock in my mouth. I took almost the whole length, lubricating it with plenty of spit so he could fuck my face. I loved feeling his long, gorgeous cock in my mouth, and I felt him maul my tits harder and harder the faster he fucked me. He was constantly reminding me (as if he needed to!) to fuck my pussy, fuck my arse with my fingers, and keep my pussy wet for him for when he needed to shove his huge cock inside me. 

He started to slap my tits, swatting them from each side, left then right, left then right – my nipples were rock solid, as he continued to slap and grope me. I love my tits being used – I love it when he slaps them from below so they bounce and fly around. So hot. 

"I love seeing you lying there with your tits out for me to play with. I love you and your body and that wet, tight pussy. I can't wait to feel my cock inside that pussy"

"Show me how you can suck your own nipple baby, show me how much of a slut you are. I bet you suck your own massive titties while I'm away while you fuck your pussy. Yeah lift that heavy tit to your mouth and suck that big hard nipple" I happily complied, sucking up my nipple and licking all around my areola, showing him how heavy my tits are to lift to my mouth. 

"I do fuck myself when you're away, one had fucking this, mmmm, my wet pussy, and the other fucking squeezing my tits, making them red. Sucking my own nipples wishing it was you. Mmmm these are your tits, pull them, squeeze them" 

"Yes, you dirty bitch, I can't get enough of these massive fat tits. Mmm yes, I love seeing them slap together, I love seeing how hard your big fat nipples get. Lick them, suck that big titty for me" 

As I sucked my left tit, Matt pulled on my right tit, and slapped it so it bounced heavily against the other. He couldn't take his eyes off my tits, couldn't get enough. 

He pulled out of my pussy and hoisted me up for a long kiss, during which his fingers made their way down to my pussy, rubbing against my G spot. I pulled myself back and spread my legs for him again, begging for his cock again "please fuck my pussy baby, don't stop, I need you to fuck me. I'll do anything you want" I pushed my tits together and held them out to him for him to see, he loves it when I put on a show for him. My tits were looking a little red from all the attention they had received, and they felt super sensitive. I pulled on my nipples hard, and allowed my tit to bounce back against my chest. Matt took over and slapped my titties together so they made a slapping sound, breathing heavily as he went "You fucking dirty bitch, you love having your tits mauled. I can't wait for my birthday I am gonna slap your titties all day long". My pussy was on fire – at that point I would have shoved anything up my pussy. I ached for his cock. 

I came as soon as his cock entered my pussy, and shuddered to an amazing orgasm. I held my tits to his mouth, as if feeding him as he fucked me hard. I loved seeing him suck and lick my nipples as he shot his cum inside me. I couldn't wait for his birthday – hopefully you will want to read about it.



Welcome Home



She gave a start as the front door to her apartment burst open, to reveal a disheveled and rain-damp man, arms laden with grocery and duffel bags. Upon seeing her shocked face and reddening ears, his own ears wiggled up as his face split into a grin.

"Sorry I'm early..." he said, mocking a shamed face as his eyes traveled her length. Spluttering, she tried to reply, but couldn't push coherent words through the bubbly forms of toothpaste and toothbrush. Holding up a finger, she sidestepped into the bathroom with a stern look.

Using this moment of her absence to his advantage, he turned around and dead bolted the door, then ducked into the kitchen to deposit the bags of food and belongings. When he rounded again, he faced a swaddled towel, beneath which was the face he was so happy to see. As he ducked to kiss this beloved face, the grumpy expression on it stopped him short. He dared not breath in the event the owner of this irritable visage was close to true anger.

"I thought I was picking you up at the airport at six. How did you get here, much less with groceries, by four-thirty?" she demanded.

"Well, it's nice to see you too, hon."

At that, her face softened, and, slightly apologetic, she continued.

"Please? I just want to know what's going on."

"Well-" holding his breath was becoming uncomfortable now. "Truth be told I lied," he exhaled quickly and screwed up his face as if expecting some type of explosion.

After a pause of confusion, she asked again, "Wait. Wha-?"

"I wanted to surprise you is all! So I told you my flight was due at six instead of three. That way I could get some food for us and get over here." He repented. Slowly, he reached his arms up and looped them around her back, so that she could still see his face. His heart gave an extra thump as his wrists felt the shape of her waist through the baggy bathrobe she was wearing now. Realizing the change, he voiced his protestation.

"What happened to that cute thing you were wearing when I got in here?"

She blinked a couple times and shook her head as if coming back from some train of thought. "Oh, that? Well..." pink crept up her neck and cheeks again and she averted her eyes. "I didn't know you were going to be here and I was just trying it on in case we –I –you –I dunno," she said in one run-on sentence. "Really, pay it no mind. Er, consider it non-existent." She hoped he would, he knew he couldn't. 

"Well where did it go? I know you couldn't have gotten it off that quick," his grin returning, his hands pulled tighter around her waist, inviting. She could feel her skin tingling under the pressure of his tug, and looked back up at him quickly enough that the towel wrapped around her wet hair surrendered to gravity and slumped off onto the floor. They both ignored it. As her eyes met his warm gaze again for the first time in weeks, she felt the pit of her stomach give a yearning ache and her lips felt parched for his kisses. Sensing this same ache, or perhaps already suffering from it, he pulled her close in a real hug, and mumbled into her hair, "I missed you."

After a moment spent contentedly in each other's arms, they loosened their grips.

"I'm glad you're here. Sorry I came off so mad, you just surprised me," she said, searching his eyes to make sure nothing there was hurt. As she searched she again felt the pressing need her body had not let her forget for the past 5 weeks. She let go to comb her fingers back through her hair and roughly twist it all into one cord.

As she did this, his hands wandered up over her shoulders and neck, and then held her hands. 

"How are you feeling? You seem a bit warm,"

"I just got out of the shower, so that's...probably why..." his gaze distracted her again, as this time it contained an unchecked and obvious hunger. The grin lingering on his face this whole time now crooked itself to a more mischievous angle, and he suddenly stooped and hooked her knees under one arm, while catching her back with the other. Breathless, speechless, and without complaint, she felt again the shadows of his solid skeleton around her body, and was exceedingly happy.

Reaching the bedroom a few seconds later, he tossed her onto the mattress to shed his coat and shoes. "Now I know that outfit has to be around here somewhere..." 

He knelt on the bed next to her and grabbed the tie to her robe. Raising a brow in question, he pulled slowly on the rope. Having had her neck bent to see what he was doing, she grinned in reply and let her head fall in confirmation. Throwing suspense out the window he jerked the tie loose, and flipped open the robe. She was not aware of how he did this, but now he was lying at length on top of her, cupping her shower-warm face in his hands. "I'm so glad to be home," he whispered. "You're not home yet," she said. "All puns intended." 

For the first time in what seemed like forever, their lips met again, and instantly rekindled the blazing bonfire of desire and passion they had each harbored for one another. His hands tightened around her face, tangling in her hair, and she hugged him close with a death grip around his neck. Coming up for air, they grinned, and then bent toward one another again in an attempt to make up for all the kisses time had lost. While to him her mouth seared of mint, she relished the taste of his lips and tongue, and the taste of him. 

Moaning with the effort of stopping, he pulled back and looked at her face. Then he leaned back on his knees to look at the rest of her. This resulted in a brow-raised whistle of appreciation.

"Like it?"

"Do I have to say how much?"

He traced the chemise's swirling pattern with a finger, then spread both hand over her hips and up the curves of her sides, which it so neatly hugged.

"Garters too? My heavens..."

He continued his exploration of her curves, but grew less entertained and more irritated at the thin sheet of cloth separating their skins. At this point, her breath was coming faster as she watched him at his work, and she arched her back with a sigh as his hands slid beneath her ribs in search of fastenings to disturb. 

When he found the row of hooks keeping the majority of her lingerie on, he pulled her up to a sitting position and promptly went at them. As she sat up, no fool to his goals, she planted her mouth on his once more and reached for his belt buckle. After finishing this, she moved on to his shirt buttons as he snapped her gartered stockings loose. Sliding backward, he stood up and removed his button-down shirt and the T-shirt under it, and then, gripping around her thigh first, pulled off her stockings one at a time.

"Please?" she begged. "You've always been methodical for a man, but this is just torture!" 

"Oh, you'll be saying that a lot tonight," he promised, but he couldn't wait much longer either. Now he quickly removed the remnants of her garments, and stood unresisting as she did the same for him. 

Turning back the quilt, they slipped in next to each other, eager to be skin to skin once more.

"Oh, I locked the door already, by the way."

"What? You planned all this?" she asked. In answer he pulled her into his arms and started kissing down her neck.

"I should have known..." she said between small gasps.

Her skin burned as his hands roamed over her back, hips, and legs. He had worked down her neck far enough to clamp an eager mouth over her breast, and she let out a sound of pleasure as he continued his salutation to her tits. She gripped his shoulder blades in an attempt to merge their two forms, and hooked one leg up over his hip, making small pleading utterances in the process. He rolled them over so she was on her back and came up to kiss her lips. 

He hovered barely outside of her, making both of them quiver with pent-up need. She tilted her hips up in further pleading, and he touched the entrance with a gentle pressure. Both of them froze, and their eyes, after opening, silently egged the other on. He pressed a little harder, the wetness of her arousal aiding his goals. Then with a small nod on her behalf, thrust himself in with one strong flex of his body. They had both moaned on impact, and now and lay panting and ecstatic as they adjusted to the familiar sensations of love. 

Moving very slightly to see what kind of response this would provoke, he happily saw her eyes close, hearing her breath go from her, and feeling her push herself closer to him in pleasure. Starting slowly, he worked up a rhythm, kissing her and whispering endearments into her ears, hair, neck, and lips. She kissed him and pulled him into her with each thrust by the two hands that restlessly repositioned themselves along his back between buttocks and shoulders. 

At this point, she was writhing closer to him in delight, and he reached the back of her with every burst of pressure, making her voice incoherent sounds of pleasure and pleading. Then she contracted, curling around him and pressing as much of herself as she could against him. She bit his shoulder in an effort not to cry out, and then pressed her mouth to his in burning urgency, whispering encouragements between gasps and kisses. He redoubled his efforts, making her collapse back in shuddering immobility as he sprinted the last few yards to the finish line. As his whole body tensed and his ears roared, she moaned his name and gave her last echoing tremors of gratification. 

Slowly she pulled him down, down to the comfort of her flesh, and the satisfied oblivion waiting there. Now he was home.



Welcome Home



Quinn stirred in her sleep, shifting restlessly on my chest. Wondering what dreams flowed in her head tonight, I gently ran my fingers through her hair. She was such a gorgeous woman. Long, soft, dark brown hair that waved and shimmered in the softest sun, smooth skin that begged to be caressed, lips so warm and inviting they crumbled my strongest resistance with a tender kiss, and eyes...I dont know where to begin. Quinn had the kind of eyes that locked onto your soul and poured love into it until you were drunk on butterflies. I've lost count how many times I lose myself staring into those beautiful eyes. 

Quinn stirred again, nuzzling her face deeper into my neck while sighing contentedly. I planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, knowing that it was her favorite. Her mouth had the barest hint of a smile and her hand was caressing my bare stomach, exploring every curve of my abs in her dream. I had always loved her caressing me and it had always been a turn on for me, so it was no surprise that after a few minutes of sleep cuddling, my dick was ready and alert.

I'm not what you'd call a huge guy but i do well with what I have. However, I figured letting her sleep was more important, so I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind. Quinn seemed to have other plans in her dream that night.

I felt her hand sliding lower down my body, my dick aching to be caressed by it. She slid her soft hand under the band of my shorts and slowly grasped my hard dick, gently exploring it with her fingerstips. My breath caught at the surprise of her sexual advance and at the wonderful feeling her hands always created when she touched me. I glanced down at her face to see if she was asleep, until my gaze was caught by the soft curve of her breast. I couldn't help myself. I gently slipped my hand under her tank top and enjoyed the fullness of her breasts. With my thumb rubbing slow circles, it took little time to harden her sweet, little nipples. I moaned softly into her hair where my face was buried, inhaling her lovely scent.

Her sweet lips began to move up my neck, leaving a little warm trail to my lips. I kissed her back with unreserved passion. Quinn broke away while tightening her grip on my shaft and stroking a little harder.

"I guess you knew what I was dreaming," she whispered, melting me with her eyes.

"I had a little help," I chuckled, gesturing toward her hand in my pants.

"Well how about we finish my dream?" she said seductively as her hand started to really stroke my hard cock.

Without another word I kissed her softly and passionately, letting her warm tongue slide in my mouth freely. I still continued to fondle her breast as she moaned in my mouth, setting my lust on fire with need. I rolled her on top of me and sat her her up, letting my dick roughly grind her already wet pussy through her shorts. I slowly slid her top off of her body, following it with a sweet trail of kisses. I appreciated the beauty of her breast for a moment before attacking her nipples with my mouth.

With short, deft flicks I tortured her stiff nipples with the tip of my tongue, feeling her breath get faster with every stroke. I could feel the warmth of her pussy as she grinded harder on my cock. Her hands came up and buried themselves in my hair, pushing me harder into her tits. I sucked her nipples like there was no tomorrow, teasing with my tongue all the while.

I could tell it was time to pay attention to something else by the way her warm pussy was throbbing through her shorts. I gently laid her on her back and slowly slid her shorts off, revealing the beautiful pink flower. Not wasting any time, I kissed a sensual trail from her excited nipples all the way down to her sweet, wet pussy. Nothing has ever tasted better than those lovely juices that her pussy releases, so needless to say my tongue had no hesitation in attacking her swollen clit. I could feel how every flick and lick would pleasure her, making her hips buck into my face to drive my tongue ever deeper. I licked the whole length of her moist lips, adding an extra push when I reached that shiny pearl at the top. Burying my face as deep as possible, I used my tongue to explore every inch of her warm, wet pussy I could. Quinn was moaning and breathing heavier and heavier with every passing second as she pushed my face further into her. Then i felt the key moment I had been waiting for, the little sharp tell-tell of breath. I knew she would come to an earth shattering orgasm if I were to continue but I had other plans in mind. Pulling away with a wry grin on my face, I licked the remnants of her juice off of my lips.

"No...don't stop...," she pleaded with soulfull eyes.

I merely smiled at her as I slid my shorts off, freeing my hard cock from it prison. It never fails for her eyes to blaze with excitement when seeing my dick for the first time. It always makes butterflies go crazy in my stomach. Positioning myself in between her legs with my dick pointing straight at her waiting, hungry pussy, I bent down to kiss her slowly and softly. Letting my kisses build with strength, my other hand snuck down and grabbed my hard shaft. Then I played my trump card. With a deft flick of my wrist, my swollen tip slammed down on her clit several times, slapping with wet smacks. 

Quinn lost all composure at once. Spinning me onto my back, she had me balls deep in her so fast I didn't know what happened. When I regained my control back, Quinn was rocking hard on my shaft, impaling herself over and over again. Watching her face contort with pleasure, I picked the perfect moment and bucked my hips, thrusting as deep as possible. With a joyous cry, she went rigid cumming on my swollen cock buried deep in her slick pussy. I almost lost it there and then, but I had a special place in mind for all of my warm seed.

Collapsing on my chest, she grasped me as if her life depended on it. I slipped out of her warm pussy, a little difficult as her muscles still gripped my cock tightly. Gently rolling her over, I straddled her chest, letting my dick fall in her cleavage. Quinn glanced at my still hard cock and at me knowingly and pressed her tits together, forming a soft,warm hole. Using her own juices to lube her, I started to thrust slowly back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her against my hot skin. I was doing all right holding back the inevitable release until she threw me another curveball. Using her hands to her tits, she trapped the head of my dick with her mouth and sucked me off while fucking me with her breast. I had no chance against such a tactic. 

With a low moan, i shot load after load of warm, sticky cum all over her. It flowed out of her mouth and on her face and breasts. I've never came that much before in my life. She was holding my balls as I came, enjoying the feeling of them drain. She released my spent cock, using her fingers to rub the cum into her breast and lick it off her face. I was so turned on by watching her but couldn't gather the energy to get hard again.

Getting up, I grabbed a towel and cleaned her off. Laying back down, Quinn cuddles up next to me in her usual nook. Leaning her head up to me, she gave me a gentle kiss, filled with love. I sighed contentedly, happy with life.

"Welcome home baby..." she murmed as she drifted back off to her dreams.



Welcome Home



I walk into our bedroom, having just gotten home from work. I see you sleeping in the middle of the bed, on your side and facing me. You are so beautiful by moonlight that my breath catches for an instant. I walk quietly across the room the bed, sitting down next to you. I gently run my knuckles across your cheek, brushing some stray hair from your face. My soft touch awakens you, and you turn your head to look up at me with a smile. As I smile back and lean my head down, I say simply "Hello beautiful" before I kiss you softly on the lips.

The kiss lasts a little longer than anticipated, and my blood is pumping now. We talk quietly about my night at work, as I run my fingers through your hair and down the side of your neck. Your skin breaks out in goosebumps, and you reach up to grab the collar of my shirt, pulling my face down for another kiss. This one does not end. Our lips part, our tongues meet, and we both breath a little quicker. Meanwhile, my hand slides from your neck under the blanket and slowly down your chest, gliding over the soft skin of your breast and cupping it gently. My thumb runs a slow circle around your nipple until I feel it harden, and then I move to your other breast and repeat the process.

You moan quietly into my mouth as I tease your nipples, and I break off our kiss. My lips move to just under your jaw, kissing softly to the side of your neck and down to your shoulder. My hand moves down over your stomach, my fingertips trailing gently over your skin and taking the blanket down, revealing your body to the night air. As my fingers reach your waist, you raise your hips slightly, bringing your hands to the back of my head. As my lips reach the base of your neck, you hold my head there, and I focus my attention there, kissing and licking softly. As I do, my fingertips run slowly over your pelvis and you spread your legs to give me access.

I gently spread your pussy lips and press a finger against your clit, my teeth biting very softly at your neck at the same time. You moan quietly and raise your hips, pressing your clit back against me. As I begin to rub slowly around your clit in circular motions, you pull my head down over your chest, where I gladly take one of your nipples into my mouth and run my tongue slowly around it. Sliding my fingers down, I press two of them into your wet pussy slowly, pressing upward and finding your g-spot. Sliding my fingers in and out, I rub at it as I run my teeth over your nipple. You let go of my head and begin unbuttoning my shirt quickly, pushing it over my shoulders and off of my free arm. Your hips move faster with my fingers and as you reach for my belt, I lift my head to look at you and say, quietly, "Get on your knees."

You shiver at the force in my voice and roll over onto your stomach, pulling your knees under you and lifting your ass into the air. As you do this, I stand and walk to the foot of the bed, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer to me. With your face still on the bed, you twist your body to the side to look back at me. I press my fingers back into you and lean my head down, licking slowly between your ass cheeks and around your asshole. I keep licking there, pressing more firmly with my tongue as my fingers rub slowly at your g-spot again. You close your eyes and moan, feeling this new sensation mixed with a more familiar one.

As your moans become more urgent, I remove my fingers and stand up straight again, fully removing my shirt and undoing my belt and pants, dropping them and my boxers to the ground and kicking them to the side. You watch all of this and your legs shake in anticipation. I step forward and press the head of my cock against you, sliding slowly into you. As I press in, inch by inch, we both moan at the tightness. I hold your hips and pull you back against me until I am fully inside of you. I stop for a moment so that we can savor this feeling.

I begin to thrust in and out of you then, pulling almost all of the way out before pressing back in. With each thrust I pick up more speed and force, and you press back to meet me with each push. I move my hands from your hips, one sliding up your back to grip your hair, pulling on it lightly. My other hand slides over and I press a finger against your asshole, pressing it slowly in. You moan louder now, as we both push against each other harder, trying to force my cock even deeper into you. My finger sliding in and out of your ass at the same time is too much, and your orgasm quickly builds. Your body shakes and you reach down between your legs to rub at your clit, making yourself quickly cum.

As I feel your pussy squeeze around my cock, I lose it as well. Hearing your moans and feeling you cum is too much, and as I start to pound into you as hard as I can, I cum with you, releasing it deep inside of you. We both keep pressing back and forth through our orgasms, slowing down as the waves of pleasure subside. As my senses come back to me, I move my hands around your sides and lean down, laying down next to you and pulling you with me. You turn your head and our mouths find each other, kissing deeply.

With our energy spent for the night, we smile and whisper to each other until we begin to pass out. We fall asleep that way, with you in my arms, my cock still inside of you, pressed together near the foot of the bed. 



Welcome Home



Just a short post from another story that I'm working on. Using it to gauge interest, as this is my first post here after all. Let me know what you think and if improvements can be made to the scene.

~Dia

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She gasped softly as she felt him embrace her from behind. His strong hands cupped her large, bare breasts, giving them a slow stroking squeeze as he pressed soft, hot kisses along the back of her neck. Another slow squeeze along her lush breasts and she was left panting softly, leaning forward into those strong hands, bracing herself against the wall with her arms as soft kisses assaulted her neck. Her feet slipped slightly along the cool floor, letting her legs slowly part as she felt him press along the backs of her silken thighs. She licked her lips slowly, biting down softly on her lush bottom lip as she pushed her ass back against him, feeling him behind her. His fingertips caught her nipples in a soft stroking pinch, coaxing a groan from her lips as she pressed her forehead against the wall. Her legs unsteady now, trembling as her lush, heavy breasts received the full attention of his strong, massaging hands.

She felt him moving behind her. The slow shifting of his hips pulled his growing heat down between her ass cheeks. She pressed back as she felt it deliciously against her back there, wiggling her bottom against him, enticing him to get nice and thick and full for her as her massaged and stroked her breasts. A soft, lusty, expectant groan escaped her lips as the heat of the thick head of his length stroked down to her tenderly swollen folds, catching just at the tender dip of her slick, silken entrance. She bit down harder on her bottom lip, closing her eyes, savoring each sensation. Her legs trembled more, her knees weak as she steadied herself against the wall. She knew that he was big, almost too big, and that he almost didn't fit inside her, almost. But right now she didn't care, she wanted the stretch to hurt a little, to make her whimper for him.

The thick, hot head of his shaft rubbed against her swollen folds, spreading them slowly around him as she felt his heat and thick need. The steady, slow pressure made her ache as her nails clawed against the wall, her hands balling into tight fists as he pushed her up on her tippy toes against the wall with the steady pressure of his length at her silken folds. A soft, sharp cry escaped her lips as she couldn't lift herself any more. Her silken folds stretched slowly down around the thick crown of his massive length as he continued to slowly push up into her from behind. A sharp nip along the side of her neck, followed by soft kisses distracted her slightly from the nearly overwhelming sensation of stretching slowly around him. His strong hands kneading her breasts expertly, deliciously pulling her back against him as he slowly entered her.

Her toes curled against the floor, her fiery locks spilling over her shoulders as her head pulled back as she arched back into him. Her thighs trembling as she felt her own juices hot along her creamy deep inner thighs. Inch after hot, thick inch pushed slowly up into her. The constant, steady, intense pressure making her gasp for breath as she felt most of him inside her now. Her inner muscles clenched and squeezed around his length in steady, convulsing spasms as she cried out louder, longing for this, but in no way ready for him. Her skirt hiked up high over the curve of her lower back. Her blouse open, loose along her shoulders as his strong hands worked over her tender breasts beneath the loose silk.

She cried out sharply, eyes rolled back behind closed lids as her body betrayed her, convulsing around him, surrendering far too early as she felt the pleasure flooding her, pouring out around the thick shaft stretching her out, filling her as her silken folds have managed to slide down around him to near the base of his full, thick shaft. Her release laid her low, leaving her panting against the wall, hitting her hard as she trembled, held up now only by his strong hands along her breasts and thick length inside her.

He held her firmly, pinned like a butterfly spread against the wall as she panted out desperately for breath. Those deliciously strong fingers catching her hard, peaked nipples, dolling them slowly, stroking them, coaxing her head to loll against the wall and coax another moan from her lips. Soft beads of sweat teased along her curves as she submitted herself to the agonizingly slow and tender touch of her lover.

The slow roll of his hips eased a few inches from her, letting them sink in again as her body sank back against him. Her cheek and chest flush against the cool wall, holding her steady as he began to ease back and forth. Her tight inner walls clenched desperately at his thick shaft stroking inside her, stretching her intensely with the slow, bottoming out pumps. Hot, breathy groans of pleasure spilled from her softly parted lips as she sank into the rolling, pistoning pumps.

Another sharp nip along the side of her neck, just above the collar of her blouse sent tingling ripples though her. The pleasure electric as his fingertips sent sparks dancing along her peaked nipples, though her full breasts, all the way down to spill into her core. She felt herself tensing inside again as he pumped into her. Each inch of his deliciously thick shaft she could feel moving inside her, stretching her clenching inner walls out to the point of not being able to squeeze back. Her moans breathless, as though the pleasure was too much inside her and welled up though her throat, spilling from her lips. She had nothing to brace against as her nails scratched desperately against the wall. She slid back against him, sending him all the way into her. Her silken folds trembling as they stretched taunt around the thick base of his full length.

Screaming out her soft body trembled, convulsing sharply as the searing pleasure inside her pulled tighter and tighter, the knot of pleasure finally pulling so tight that it shattered inside her. Her mouth gaping as her chest heaved in screams, but not a sound escaped her lips. The deep thrust sending a current of pleasure raging though her as she her juices spill from her around his thick, full shaft. His hard body pressing to hers, pulling her to him as his strong hands kneaded her lush breasts. The intense stretching of him fully inside now, a sharp, searing spray of melting heat flooding her as he empties himself inside her.

Her body trapped against his as her luscious lips strain, her mouth gaping as she barely manages to gasp down the cool night air. The pleasure coursing through her as he held her pinned, not letting her go as she was forced to ride it all out stretched hard and deep around him. His hot breath, panting as well melted along the back of her neck. A soft kiss teasing her skin. Her eyes closing again in exhaustion, her body melting back against his hard form, tingling, trembling as his warm voice curled along the outside edge of her ear.

"Welcome home..."



Welcome Home



He smiled through the weariness of travel when she squealed and opened the door of her townhouse. He had no chance to set down his bag or say hello before she had her arms wrapped around his neck and was planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

"You made it! I can't wait to hear all about your time overseas."

"I'll be happy to tell you all about it as soon as I can get inside, out of these particular clothes and into a drink," he said, looking down at her. Her dark hair was shorter than it had been when he'd seen her last. It was razored into layers around her face and it made her almond eyes seem more exotic. 

"Oh, I am SO sorry. Come in." She had him drop his things in her room and showed him the shower. As he was standing under the streaming water he heard her open the bathroom door and stuck his head around the curtain. He raised an eyebrow at her and gave a grin and she rolled her eyes at him.

"I am just dropping off a fresh towel, Dirty."

"You have no idea."

"Finish your shower. I'll make you a drink when you get out."

He took his time in the shower, washing his hair twice and then shaving as he thought about Veronica. They'd been friends for several years, but this was the first time both of them had been single at the same time, and the first time either of them had acknowledged the attraction they felt for one another. He'd sent her several post cards and emails from overseas, and her emails back had been full of interest, excitement, and had hinted at intimacy so on a whim, he had changed his ticket home so that he had a lay over in Miami and had emailed her from the airport saying he had a couple free days. She'd replied almost immediately, and he'd taken a taxi to her place. When he came out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, she was sitting in the middle of her bed holding his camera in her hands. 

"I can't believe you still shoot 35mm. How long am I going to have to wait to see the pictures you took while you were gone?"

"I'll have them developed and scanned pretty soon. 35 mm makes you think about the picture more, makes you frame the picture and not throw away any shots, and with film you have something to hold in your hands when you're done. Too many people shoot 4000 shots on a digital camera, throw them up on their computers and facebook and never really LOOK at them."

"You remember all those times that we talked about you taking my picture school?"

"Yeah, but that was back when your modeling career had barely started. You don't even have to use your law license."

She cocked her head, smiled coyly, and held his camera out to him. He stepped forward and took the camera from her with a slow smile and then walked over to the window to draw the curtain back and let more light into the room. When he turned back, she had stood and walked over to his open bag. As he watched she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, pulled her shirt over her head, and then pulled off her bra and panties. When she was naked, she leaned forward and pulled a silk button down shirt from his suitcase, held it up to inspect it, and then pulled it on. She turned back to him, shirt still unbuttoned.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

He didn't speak, just nodded his head toward the bed. She crawled up to lean against the headboard and pulled a pillow up between her knees. His shirt hung open, leaving a view of her flat stomach and the line between her breasts, but kept her nipples hidden from view. He pulled up his camera and looked at her through his viewfinder, twisted the zoom and snapped the first shot of her face filling the view and then pulled out and rotated so bring her entire body into focus. He began to move around the room, kneeling, standing, kneeling on the bed with her, and then standing above her on the bed while she slid effortlessly into different poses with little direction. He stopped only to change film, and when the second roll was in place, he reached out and pulled his shirt away from her shoulders, letting his fingertips graze the sides of her neck and the tops of her shoulders. When she had shrugged out of it, he tossed it aside and began taking pictures again. 

She rolled onto her back, let her head fall backward over the side of the bed toward him, arched her back and bent one knee upward. He zoomed in so that her erect nipple came into sharp focus and the rest of her body fell away into softer focus and then blur, and he knew he'd taken a great photograph. It was that way sometimes. Sometimes he just knew when he had the shot. He stood and took a step backward, thinking about angles and light, but he pulled the camera away from his face when she spoke.

"That's not very professional," she said, laughing and reached back toward him, running her hand over the towel around his waist at the point of his erection. 

"I...," he stammered. 

"It's ok," she laughed and rolled onto her stomach. 

He pulled the camera back up and took another shot as he felt her pull the towel free from his waist. He tipped the lens down to see the frame fill up with her small hand wrapped around him. On impulse, he snapped the shutter and took a step forward. He groaned when she used the hand to pull him into her mouth, eyes open and staring up at him. He felt like a voyeur in his own dream as he watched her suck his cock through the view finder and snapped the shutter again and again. When he heard the automatic rewind kick on, he let the camera fall from his face and set it on her bedside table. She pulled back from him and turned so that she was on her hands and knees, ass towards him.

"Bet you wish you were shooting digital now," she said, looking back at him, her head down on her arms, and her back arched.

"No, no more pictures," he said, and knelt behind her, his hand gripping and spreading her ass and legs as he leaned forward to push his tongue inside her. She groaned and pushed back against his tongue as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and stabbed his tongue into her. His other thumb ran across her ass and she shuddered. He licked harder and slid a finger inside her, inside both of her entrances at the same time and she moaned his name.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...."

He knelt behind her and slid slowly inside her, one hand gripping her thigh, and the other her waist. She shoved back against him, burying him inside herself and demandingly, more loudly, "FUCK me..."

He used his grip on her to hold her in place and pulled almost all the way out, preventing her from following, but then slammed back into her once, twice, again, and then slammed home so that she collapsed forward onto the bed. She lay flat under him, fluttering back into him as he held himself above her, meeting her backward thrusts with his forward. 

She turned her head to the side and bit and moaned into his hand and he felt his orgasm begin to build deep in the pit of his body. She began saying his name and god over and over again, and he felt her begin to spasm around his cock in her orgasm. He matched her rhythm until she had finished and then began to pick up his pace. When he couldn't last any longer, he pulled out of her and shot his orgasm all over her ass and the small of her back. He fell back onto his heels and she spun around to take him into her mouth, sucking the last of it out of him, and he howled. 

They both lay panting on the bed for a moment after, and she rolled over on top of him, straddling his waist and looking down at him. 

"I can't wait to see those pictures, but I REALLY think you need to get a digital for our next session."



Welcome Home



The sun was shining brightly melting the snow into tiny puddles across the sidewalk and parking lot. Even with the heat waves coming down, it was still freezing. I stepped out of my car, pulling my sweater closer to my body so I could zip it up enough to keep myself a bit warmer but still allow some cleavage to show through. I knew I probably looked ridiculous in a tank top with a thin black sweater, but I had to look good. He hasn't seen me in months, except for in my pajamas through a grainy web camera. Honestly, pain is beauty. At least freezing my ass off will give me those cute pink cheeks. 

Butterflies were bubbling in my stomach as I clicked the lock on the car and walked away as it beeped back to me. I carefully walked across the lot, making sure to look for black ice and for cars that weren't paying attention. I could hear planes flying in from all different directions and my heart gave a tiny leap. I was at the airport early but his flight could be early too. I stepped inside the revolving glass doors and pushed a hand through my hair, making sure it was still parted the right way and laying flat against my shoulders. Now, the waiting. 

I picked my way through the crowds of people, looking up at the signs for the right Airline. Why did airports have to be so confusing? He had told me I could just wait down at the baggage claim, but like I told him, there was no fucking way I was going to stand around and try to look for him at a baggage claim. I was going to wait at the gate and the moment he stepped off that plane I was going to be in his arms. As the escalator brought me up to the second floor, it gave the butterflies that were flitting through my stomach weight. I was nervous, excitement screaming through my body. I honestly didn't know what to expect and I was sure the wait was going to kill me.

Would he look any different? Tanner maybe? Would he have gotten any taller? Or gotten thinner? Maybe bigger with more muscle mass... Would he recognize me when he stepped through the gate? I laughed nervously to myself. What a stupid question. Of course he would recognize his own wife. It hadn't been that long... right? I walked up to the airport security sitting at the gate and handed him my military ID. He called over another security guard who walked my through the security lines and walked with me to the gate where he would be getting off the airplane. I sat in one of the oversized blue chairs, crossed my legs and put my purse on my lap.

Around me people were going about their business, looking for their airlines and dragging little kids along behind them. I glanced down at my cell phone and sighed. Forty minutes to go. I rummaged through the inside of my purse, pulling out a lip gloss and running it over my lips. They were slick now, but most of it would absorb by the time he got off the plane so that my lips would shine but not make a mess when he kissed me. Placing it back I glanced at the phone again. Thirty eight minutes. If I reapplied lip gloss every three minutes, I would only have to put it on seven more times and then the plane would be here. I laughed to myself and leaned back into the chair, letting my eyes fall closed. 

Absentmindedly I twisted the pair of dog tags I was wearing around my fingers, letting them fall back against my chest before picking them up again. Sometimes when I was thinking about him I found myself playing with them or chewing on one of the tags. I bet it's been five minutes... I thought and snuck a peak at my cell phone. Only thirty four minutes left. This was going to be the death of me. 

I looked back down to my purse and found a small novel I had shoved in earlier that morning. I hadn't even looked at the title and laughed when I realized it was book six out of a series. At least I had read them all before... I flipped it open but every couple of words I found my mind wandering again. The butterflies had turned into rocks and felt like they were slamming against my sides. I found I was tapping my foot against the floor and crossed them to make the shaking stop. People had started to assemble around me, getting ready to board the plane that he would soon be stepping off of. There was a couple sitting across from me, the woman had her leg crossed over her partners knees and was leaning her head on his shoulder. His arm was placed securely around her back and he was whispering something to her, his eyes shining as she started to laugh. 

I smiled at them, happy for them and was glad for the change in attitude. For the past couple of months, every time I saw couples together, stabs of envy would curl through my stomach. I sighed again and looked towards the large screen hanging over the gate to make sure the plane was on schedule. Stealing a glance at my phone again I saw that there were only twenty minutes left. I put the book back into my purse and turned my body towards the doors.

I pushed open my phone and sent my mom a quick text, letting her know I was waiting at the airport now. His mom had sent me a text earlier that day asking when she would see him but I delayed my response until he could make that decision. I was going to be the first one to see him and spend his first night back with him. I entertained myself with people watching and random thoughts about what would happen when we finally left the airport. As wicked thoughts danced through my mind, a calm woman's voice rang through the terminal to announce that the flight had arrived and they were in the process of un-boarding the plane. I sat up straight in my chair, and tugged the hem of my sweatshirt down. I had a couple minutes to fix my clothing and I wished I had a mirror so I could check my hair and possibly touch up my makeup.

I looked up as people started coming off of the plane and held my breath as my eyes scanned each person waiting for him to emerge. People were flooding out of the gate, lugging their suitcases, briefcases, and purses with them as they pulled out their new tickets or cell phones to try and figure out where they were going next. As each person passed by my chair, I could feel the beating of my heart increase in my chest. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I saw him. He walked through the doors and my breath caught in my throat. He looked so good. He had his laptop case slung over his shoulder and was looking down at his cell phone. I smiled knowing in a minute or so when he finally looked up from his phone, my own phone would be buzzing, asking where I was. I stood quickly, weaving my way through people, never taking my eyes off of him. When I reached him, he looked up and met my eyes, a smile instantly spreading across his lips. 

"Hey baby." He said softly, opening his arms so I could fall into them. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me against him, holding me tightly. "Are you okay?" He half laughed as I felt the tears instantly spring to my eyes.

"Yes." I whispered pressing my face into his neck. I can feel him laughing and I start to laugh myself. "I missed you so much."

"I know baby, I missed you too." He pulled me back to meet my eyes before pressing his lips against mine. Instantly, my body reacted and shiver went through my body. I could sense people around us staring at us, smiling at us. I pulled back from him and slid my hand down his arm, wrapping our fingers together. His hand felt warm in mine and they fit perfectly with mine. "Ready to go?"

"Of course I am." I squeezed his hand and he tossed his bag over his shoulder. I allowed him to pull me forward after picking up a small bag at the baggage claim, we left the airport to find my car. I slid into the driver's seat and turned to face him. "Kiss me." I demanded. He smiled and pulled my head towards him, crushing our lips together. I moaned softly as I pushed myself closer to him, wishing the arm rest wasn't in between us. Our lips moved together and I could feel my body responding. I couldn't wait to feel the rest of his body. His hand on the side of my face was warm and felt good. He laughed and pulled away.

"Drive baby." I smiled back at him and turned around to turn on the car. He relaxed back into the seat, reaching over to place a hand on my knee and started talking about his flight. 

***

"Three something... what room did she say?" I asked as we stepped off of the elevator onto the third floor of the hotel. "I wasn't paying attention."

"I know you weren't. You were too busy with your hands in my pocket and trying to get people not to notice." He laughed at me and I smiled as I turned to kiss him.

"I'm pretty sure that woman noticed."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she did. Three twenty baby." He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. 

"Someone's eager." I laughed as we reached the door. I took the key from him and pushed it into the slot, pushing the door open as it clicked.

"Well, when you spend a year surrounded by a bunch of guys..." He trailed off as we stepped into the room. He pushed the door shut, dropped his bag, and then pushed me roughly by the shoulders, pressing me against the wall. "Baby, you have no idea how badly I want you."

"I might have some idea." I whispered, pulling him against me. He made a small sound and then his lips were on mine. He pressed his body against me and I could already feel his cock through his pants. I moaned against his lips and grabbed his hips to pull him closer to me. His hands pushed up my shirt and as his fingertips graced my skin, I felt like I was on fire. My breath caught in my throat and all I wanted was to rip all of my clothes off and fuck him senseless. "Baby..." I moaned as he moved from kissing my lips to kissing my neck. I stood there helpless, clinging to his back as he ground himself into my leg. It was slightly painful, but felt so good. "Move."

I pushed him away from me and slammed him into the opposite wall. A small look of surprise crossed his face before he smiled and pulled me to him. I bit his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth and felt his cock twitch through his pants. I smiled and slipped my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing. He groaned in response and I released him and started unzipping the jacket. He helped me remove it and I threw it to the ground. I ran my hands up his chest slowly, pulling his t-shirt up as I felt his body. He stood there and watched me, a weird look on his face. 

"What?" I asked, pulling the shirt over his head. 

"You have no idea how much I missed you. And you have no idea how beautiful you are." I shook my head slightly and could feel myself blushing. I knew he wouldn't notice, my cheeks were pink from the cold anyways. He grabbed my hand again and pulled me towards the bed, pushing me down gently. He sat on the end of the bed and started to remove his boots. 

"That's going to take you an hour." I laughed and started kissing his shoulders and his back, pressing my fingers into his sides and his chest as I did so. 

"With you doing that it will." He replied as I bit the side of his neck. I kissed the spot and smiled against his skin. I waited until his boots were off before I pulled him back so he was laying down. "No fair, it was my turn."

I smiled in response and started to kiss my way down his chest. I pulled on the top of his pants, making his hips move towards me. "Take them off, I don't want to fuck with your stupid belt." He laughed, probably remembering the last few times I attempted to undress him from his uniform. He moved my hands away and undid the top of his pants so I could pull them off. I wrapped my hands around the fabric and pulled, taking everything off, socks included. 

He lay before me completely naked, and I could feel my body grow warm. "God baby, just looking at you makes me wet." I whispered, climbing onto the bed to kneel beside him. He sat up and started to kiss me as he unzipped my sweater. I pulled it off of my hands and he was right there pulling off my shirt. As he reached for the button of my jeans he started to kiss my chest and bite the soft flesh. My breath hitched again and I pressed myself forward against his lips. He licked my chest and reached around my back to unclasp my bra. As my chest fell free he moved forward to catch a nipple in his mouth, sucking softly. "Baby..." I moaned shifting towards him. He smiled and swirled his tongue around the tightening peak. His hands slowly slid my jeans from my hips and I kicked them off the rest of the way. 

He moved to the other nipple and started to suck on it gently. I gripped his shoulders and pressed myself forward. I wanted him so badly, I wanted to feel him move inside of me, I wanted him to touch me and to taste me and to fuck me. As if he were reading my thoughts, he slid a hand into my panties, pressing his fingers deep inside of me. I gasped loudly and pressed myself against his fingers. He moved away from my chest and started to kiss me as he moved his fingers in and out. 

"God baby, you're so fucking wet." I moaned in response and he moved his hand to rub my clit slowly. My body was instantly wetter and I could feel my pussy tighten in response. I moved away from his lips and moved my hips closer to him. I didn't want him to stop. I bent down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He moaned and his fingers paused for a second. I smiled and took him into my mouth. "Baby..." He whispered closing his eyes. "God, that feels so good." I nodded in response, sucking gently and pulling his cock almost out of my mouth before taking it entirely into my mouth. I moved my tongue around the head of his cock, reveling at the feeling. The skin was soft and warm. I moaned as he shoved his fingers inside of me again, using his thumb to rub my clit. I moved a faster up and down his cock as he finger fucked me. 

"Baby...." I moaned around his cock, moving my free hand to the other side of him so I could steady myself. I was trying to concentrate on what I was doing but could feel my body starting to shake. "Feels so good..." I cried out softly as my body struck a chord, a shiver went through my body. He started to move his fingers faster and I used my hand to pump up and down his shaft, my mouth still working at the top of his cock. 

"Babe, stop." He reached for my arm, pulling me away from his cock and pulled me down to lay beside him. I arched my back as he continued to finger me and cried out again. He smiled, knowing I was close. 

He removed his hand and pulled my underwear away from my body. My breathing was staggered and reached towards him pulling him to my lips. He pressed himself against my body as he kissed me, darting his tongue out to press against my lips. I opened my mouth in response and pressed my tongue against his. "I want you baby."

"Not yet." He replied and started to kiss his way down my body. He took his time as he moved down and I reached a hand down to brush his face. He smiled up at me and lifted my legs, pressing his body underneath them. I crossed them over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of my thighs and I felt my body tighten in anticipation. 

"Baby!" I exclaimed as he pressed his tongue into my pussy. I arched my back in response, my body picking up right where it left off. "Peter!" He looked up at me and started to move his tongue faster, licking my clit. I reached up and grabbed the pillow behind me, trying to force myself not to press into his face. He grabbed my ass, pulling me closer and I screamed as he pressed a finger inside of me. I could feel his tongue moving against me, his finger moving inside of me. I threw my head back and felt my hips press up. He sucked my clit and my body jumped and started to shake. "Fuck! Peter!" I yelled, my body was shaking and I screamed again, waves of pleasure washing over me. He pulled me closer drinking me in until my body relaxed and I fell against the bed panting. "I want you. Inside me. Now."

"Are you sure?" He smiled moving back up the bed. I pulled him against me, crushing my lips to his. I could still taste myself on his lips and it made me moan. 

"Yes, I'm sure." I reached down and grabbed his cock, pulling his body towards me as I wrapped my legs around his back. "I want you so fucking bad Peter. I want you to start slowly, I want you to make me squirm. I want you to make me beg for you. And then I want you to fuck me so hard, harder than you ever have before." He raised his eyes at me and slammed his cock deep inside of me. I screamed and dug my nails into his shoulders. 

"Oh, you said start slow." He laughed and pulled back until he was almost out. 

"That was mean." 

"I know." He smiled again and slowly pressed himself into me. "Fuck babe." He whispered. "You're so tight."

"Six months will do that to you." I whispered back, wrapping my arms around his neck. "God, you feel so good." He moved inside of me slowly, kissing my chest and my neck and my face. 

"I love you so much." He whispered, kissing my lips before slamming into me again. 

I cried out and wrapped my legs tighter around him. "I love you too baby." He met my eyes and started to move faster. I pressed my hips up, changing the angle of our bodies. I could feel the pressure starting to build up already. I kissed him softly and met his eyes again. 

Every time he pounded into me, I could hear a small noise come from my throat. "Baby..." I cried, digging my nails into his back, letting him know how close I was. He started moving faster, banging into me over and over again. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping against each other and I cried out as my body started to shake. "Baby!" He began to moan as he slammed himself hard inside of me. I screamed as my body convulsed and my orgasm over took me. He cried out, grabbing the pillow behind me. I screamed again and bit down hard on his shoulder, tears springing to my eyes again. 

He started to slow, slamming into me once more before he fell beside me, reaching over to pull me against his chest. "Shhh, baby it's okay." I didn't even think he had opened his eyes yet. I curled over onto his chest, pressing my body against his. 

"That felt amazing." I whispered, laughing as tears streamed down my face. "I hate being away from you."

"I know baby, I know." He whispered, kissing me gently before laying back down. "Damn, I'm tired now." I laughed and wiped my eyes. I looked up to see him looking at me. "You are so beautiful."

"I love you. So much." I pushed myself up, kissing him again. We lay there for a couple minutes, his hand stroking my arm and my back. I traced circles on his stomach until he started laughing. 

"That tickles." He said squirming. 

"Since when are you ticklish?" I laughed, laying my hand flat against his chest.

"God I missed you...." He kissed me again and then slowly sat up, pulling me with him. "Let's get in the shower and then we'll go get something to eat."

"And then we'll come back and do that again?"

"Yes," he laughed pulling me up with him. "And then we'll come back and do that again."



Welcome Home!



His key slid into the lock on the front door as he sighed. A week on the road was exhausting. Airport food, lumpy motel mattresses and busting his ass 12 hours a day. It was good to be home.

It was late but Denise had left the foyer light on for him. She was probably already asleep. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a note hanging from the hall light. He pulled his bag in the door and closed it, then reached up and read the note.

"Follow the roses" was all the note read. Puzzled, he looked down and saw a beautiful path of rose petals leading through the living room and up the stairs. He did as the note ordered and followed the winding path up the stairs and to his bedroom door, where he was greeted with yet another note that read, "Open the door and follow your senses."

He opened the door to a pitch-black room. The room smelled distinctly of roses. He carefully walked in, unsure of what he was supposed to be looking for. Then he smelled Denise's perfume and sensed her presence in the room. He turned in the direction of the window, sure that was where the perfume was at it strongest.

Sure enough, there was Denise (at least it FELT like Denise), standing against the window. Now he was really perplexed. What was she up to?

He leaned forward to give her a kiss. As his lips touched hers, he felt his body respond, the warmth, the excitement. Damn, he missed this when he was away. Her tongue meshed with his, exploring, tasting, teasing. His hand moved from his side to feel her soft skin, then realized her arms where up in the air. He reluctantly broke the kiss and said, "What is going on here?" He reached over to turn on the dresser lamp. Once his eyes focused in the instant bright light, his jaw dropped.

There stood Denise, dressed in a light purple baby doll chemise, her ample breasts showing through the strategically placed, fur lined holes, with a matching bikini and garter belt holding up very silky thigh high stockings. Her feet enclosed in high heels. The outfit was definitely enough to get his attention, but then he noticed her arms up over her head, her hands secured with leather straps to the curtain rod. Her ankles secured with the same leather straps, pulling her long legs wide apart.

"Welcome home baby. I missed you," she whispered huskily. He could hear the desire in her voice.

He was on her in a heartbeat, his mouth devouring hers. His hands sliding all over her, feeling her biceps strain against her bonds. He attacked her right breast, his tongue flicking over the hardening nipple, while twisting and pinching her left nipple, making her groan and arch toward him. He decided he liked this chemise...gave easy access. He came back up to kiss her again, loving the warmth and taste of her. His hand glided down to the purple bikini, his finger tracing the edge along her stomach, making her squirm. Then sliding lower still...first he felt the wetness seeping through the material, and then he realized how much she had missed him. He worked his fingers around the material to touch her skin to skin. He fingers were greeted with the hot wetness he'd been dreaming about and slid between the shaved lobes of her pussy. As his finger glanced over her engorged clit, she let out a guttural groan as her knees threatened to turn to jelly.

He knew she loved this, loved the feeling of being taken, losing control. He rubbed his finger lengthwise along her slit, fast and hard, bringing her to the brink of climax. He was holding her now, her legs no longer capable of holding her upright as she was completely under his control. His lips tasting every inch of her neck and face and he continued his assault on her sensitive pussy. He felt her muscles tensing, heard the rising tempo of her heart and breathing and knew she was close. He slowed his movements and circled her clit...careful not to brush it, bringing her back down before she climaxed. He loved torturing her this way, almost as much as she enjoyed. Though from the cries of disappointment he was hearing, you wouldn't know she enjoyed it.

When he knew it was safe to continue, he started his attack again. This time, slower, more directed, his finger alternating between her clit and sliding deep inside her. He could feel her juices dripping onto his hand, knowing she was getting desperate for him to take her over the edge. Instead of letting her cum, he withdrew his hand with an evil grin on his face, ignoring her pleas.

Instead, he kneeled down in front of her. He hooked a finger on either side of her hips and slid the underwear down her thighs. He leaned in and slid his tongue inside, tasting her. Circling her clit with his tongue, sucking on it gently, tasting every inch of her. He could feel her cumming, could feel the pulsing against his tongue. He knew she liked it slow, making her climax last longer. She screamed as she exploded on his tongue and her body convulsed as the waves of orgasm washed over her.

He was on his feet and removing the straps from her arms and legs. She collapsed into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, covering his face and neck with kisses. He picked her up and sat her on the dresser. He couldn't wait any longer and needed to be inside her, feeling that heat wrapping around him. He was undressed in a heartbeat and sliding his hard cock into her. Her legs wrapped around him as he entered her, holding him close to her. That first thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through both of them, seemed to last forever, both hanging on to each other. He slowly started to move, back and forth, each movement bringing him closer to cumming. She leaned back against the dresser mirror, arching her back, matching him thrust for thrust, pulling him deeper inside.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "I need to taste you." He didn't need to be asked twice. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently. He did as instructed and straddled her head, his balls resting on her nose. He felt a little silly, he was used to being on the bottom, but this is what she requested, so who was he to argue? He felt her lips on the head of his cock...could feel her hot breath brushing over him. He leaned down and took her again with his mouth as her mouth wrapped around his cock. He groaned against her pussy as she took all of him, slowly, in her mouth. He could feel the back of her throat resisting against his hardness, but she didn't stop. He could feel her swallow which allowed him to slide deeper still. Her hands on his ass, forcing him down deeper. His hips started to move, thrusting into her, her groans of pleasure encouraging him. Her tongue circling him with each withdrawal. He was fucking her mouth hard, the intensity growing with each thrust. The back of her throat nipping at the head of his cock with each down thrust, driving him crazy. He had abandoned her pussy, unaware that he had stopped. His head lying between her thighs as he let the pleasure overtake him. He exploded deep in her throat, as she sucked on him, drawing every drop she could, until he rolled over and collapsed on the bed next to her.

After he collected himself for a few seconds, his head popped up to look at her. She had a huge self-satisfied grin on her face. "Liked that, huh?" she giggled. He just smiled and lay down behind her, wrapping his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "I liked it so much, I intend on returning the favor, as soon as the room stops spinning."

"If you don't stop wiggling, you are gonna force me into making love to you again," he whispered in her ear. Lying as they were, wrapped in each other's arms, his spent cock was resting against the crevice between her two ass cheeks...and she was making sure that her slight wiggling was aimed right at his cock. She could feel it growing harder with each wiggle. He leaned into her and kissed her exposed neck, loving the taste of her.

Denise giggled, "I believe that is the point!" She pushed her hips backward against him, drawing a deep groan from him. His one hand came up to trace her lips, dipping inside her mouth. She sucked each finger with delight, tasting her own sweet taste mixed with his. He reached down between them and stroked his completely hard cock with his wet fingers, his other hand caressing her breasts. When Denise pushed her hips back against him again, she got what she wanted.

She felt the tip of his cock slip between her ass cheeks and hit its mark. She gasped as his cock rubbed against her virgin anus. He whispered for her to relax and slowly slid his cock inside her. The first shot of pain hit her, making her gasp. He stopped immediately, allowing her to get used to this new position. He could feel her muscles clenching and releasing on his cock. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd hold out. But he didn't have to wait long...he felt her relax and start to move against him, whispering his name and urging him to move.

He moved slowly at first, careful not to hurt her. The waves of pleasure hitting him were driving him crazy...making him want to slam into her hard. He controlled himself only long enough for her to become accustomed to having him inside her. When she met him thrust for thrust, he lost control. Before she knew what was happening, she was on her hands and knees and he was behind her, fucking her like an animal, completely lost in the pleasure. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit furiously, not wanting him to cum without her. He was slamming into her hard, forcing her to use both arms to keep her balance. With a primal yell, he exploded deep inside her, filling her with his cum. When the shudders came to a stop, he collapsed on top of her, showering her back with kisses.

He lay down next to her and tried to gauge her reaction in the dark. What he didn't see what the pleased grin spreading across her face. He heard it in her voice, however, when she reached over and smacked his ass, telling him to get up and take a shower with her. He let out a pained groan, not wanting to move. He didn't think he could handle any more! She grabbed his hand and said, "No more...just a shower..."

He reluctantly got up...hesitant at first since his legs were still shaky. She already had the shower going as he wearily came into the bathroom. She stood in the shower stream, her hands up in her hair, moving the water through the long reddish brown strands. He stepped in with her as she grabbed the soap and lathered it through her fingers. She washed him from head to toe, being extra gentle with his cock, not wanting to push him too hard. 

He in turn lathered her down, but more slowly. He knew she was still ready, even if he wasn't. He moved his soapy hands over her breast, circling each nipple, the soap letting his fingers glide easily over her skin. He let his hands travel all over he body, from head to toe. Taking his time, his hands came up between her thighs, and slid inside of her. He spent some time sliding fingers of both hands inside her and around her clit, driving her nuts. Her legs were shaking when he finally stopped torturing her. He asked her to stand still as he grabbed the hand held showerhead and rinsed her body off. He lifted one of her legs to rest on the edge of the tub, opening her to him. She leaned into him and jumped as the hard stream of water hit her already aching clit. 

The pulsating water beating against her, she reached down between them and held her lips open to allow the full power of the water to hit her clit. He kneeled down in front of her so he could see the water beating against her. She leaned back against the wall, her hips rocking against the water. He could tell from her rhythm that she was going to cum and wanted to feel the force of her orgasm against his tongue. He leaned in and flicked his tongue against her clit along with the water. She screamed and spasmed, pushing herself against his mouth, rocking her pussy against his lips as she came, so hard he could feel her pulsing against his lips.

He helped her out of the shower, smiling that now HER legs were shaky. They lay down together, curling up under the covers. After a few moments, she looked at him and whispered, "I hate it when you go away, but I love the homecoming!" He laughed and kissed her tenderly. They fell asleep in each other's arms, both happy he was home!



Welcome Home, Andy



Tim laughed. “God, Andy. It’s not that bad, is it?”

“Nah, it’s actually kind of fun now that we’re rolling,” Andy shrugged with a grin. “Besides, I’ve got help.”

“Oh, yeah, Cheryl’s doing all the costumes and props, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. Jessica Talbot’s doing the music,” Andy paused a beat, casually taking a swallow of bitter ale. “So, what’s the story on her, anyway?”

“What do you mean?”

“What’s she like?”

Tim shrugged. “Nice kid.”

“I’d hardly call her a kid.”

“I’m seventy-one years old,” Tim chuckled. “As far as I’m concerned, everyone under thirty-five is a baby, including you. And with that shaved face of yours, you actually look like one.”

Tim Madsen had outlived his first wife, his marriage with Susan being his second. She was a good twenty years younger than Tim, but it was likely he’d outlive her, too. Andy never ceased to be amazed at the old man’s robust health, watching him heave-ho around the construction site like no one’s business. Everyone knew he was rich enough to retire three times over, but he just kept working, and probably would until he died. 

“Okay, so she’s nice,” Andy prodded. “Anything else you know about her?”

“Why do you wanna know?”

“Just curious.”

“Uh-huh,” Tim rolled his eyes, bushy eyebrows almost disappearing under his San Francisco 49ers cap. “Well, you know she’s got a little boy, right?”

“Yeah.”

Tim tapped the side of his beer mug, looking at Andy indecisively for a moment before speaking. 

“Jessica had it a little rough a few years back. She went off to college upstate on a fancy scholarship, seemed to be doing real good. Then she comes home one spring break with this fella,” the old man’s eyes darkened. “Some good-for-nothing hotshot, Scott someone-or-other. Can’t remember his whole name. Anyway, she says they’re going to move to California and get married. She just up and went with this guy, dropped out of school, the whole nine yards. Broke her Dad’s heart.”

“I take it that it didn’t work out?”

“Nope. She came back about a year later, ready to pop. Mr. Wonderful had taken off when she got pregnant. They never did get married. Her Dad took her back in, adored the heck out of that grandson. But he died last year.”

Andy sighed, downing a swallow of beer. Tim furrowed his eyebrows.

“Andy, you’d best stay away from Jessica.”

“What?”

“Don’t fool around, son. You know what I mean. You’re only staying here for, what? A few more weeks?”

“That’s right,” Andy nodded. “But, Tim, c’mon, it’s not like she’s a child. She can make up her own mind about stuff like this.”

“Stuff like what?”

“Don’t play stupid.”

“I’m not playing stupid,” Tim muttered angrily. “I know what we’re talking about here. The question is, do you? Just how far have you gotten with her?”

“Hey, cool off. Nothing’s happened. We just talk a lot after rehearsals; flirt a little. She helps me out with the kids, we have dinner together at her place…”

“Uh-huh. What else?”

Andy shrugged. “I play with Michael, you know, just getting to know him. He’s a good kid.”

“And…?”

“Jesus, you nosy old fucker! What are you, her father? I told you, nothing’s happened. She won’t let me go any further than a kiss.”

“Then why are you asking me? Why don’t you ask her yourself, if you’re all so cozy?”

“I just don’t want to risk it. She gets prickly when the subject of Michael’s Dad comes up.”

“I see,” Tim scowled, the line on his face deepening.

“Look, Tim, I’m not out to hurt her. If I thought she was falling for me, I’d back off, okay? Jessica knows I’m leaving. This is just for fun. For me and her.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“You’d better be. This town loves that little gal a lot, Andy. Be careful about where you go dipping your wick.”

“Thanks for the advice.” Andy replied flatly.

******

Still rattled by the conversation with Tim, Andy went to rehearsal the next night with new apprehensions.

He stood in the doorway for a long time, watching Jessica. She’d rolled the piano out to the front of the stage, and was gracefully seated on the bench, hands dancing along the keys as she played. The children sang along, cheerfully slaughtering “Jolly Old St. Nicholas” and “The Little Drummer Boy.” 

Michael, now over his case of the dreaded chicken pox, sat next to her, face buried into her side, unwilling to leave it and join the other kids. Andy could see why. The bright stage lights spilled over her, making her eyes and smile sparkle. Her voice was pitch-perfect, easily heard above the children. She was ethereal.

Sensing the danger of sentimentality, Andy mentally took his admiration down a notch, reminding himself that Jessica was just a woman. Maybe a nice, smart, pretty woman. But still, just another human with flaws all her own, not a celestial being. 

As the last note of “Do You Hear What I Hear” faded into silence, he started clapping. Jessica and the kids looked up at him, Michael unburrowing his face from his mother’ side.

“That sounded pretty good, you guys,” Andy called out as he walked up the aisle. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Andy!” Michael shouted. He jumped off the bench and ran down the stairs off the stage as Andy approached, still applauding. Michael kept running all the way to him, clasping onto his leg.

“I morized all my lines,” he said proudly.

“You mean you memorized them?” Andy smiled and picked the boy up, who nodded vigorously. “Well good for you! What about the rest of you?” he addressed the kids onstage. “How many of you know all your lines by heart?”

Only two of the older girls raised their hands.

“Uh-oh,” he said in mock disappointment. “You know that tomorrow is the last day you can use your scripts, right?”

A collective groan came from the stage. He looked at the woman seated at the piano, who smiled in amusement at his predicament.

“Tell you guys what,” he said. “If you all have your lines memorized by Thursday night, we’ll have a pizza party rehearsal on Friday.”

The groan turned to a cheer, and he grinned at Jessica. She laughed, silently mouthing some words at him. “I knew you’d catch on.” He winked in return.

“Okay, then, let’s get to work,” he set Michael back down on the stage and retrieved some notes from his folder. “We’re starting with scene two tonight, so we need the following people onstage: Michael, Jamie, Toby, Stephanie, Steffani, Steph, and Shelby. Everyone else, go backstage and be sure to keep as quiet as you can- you’ll need to listen for your cues…”

******

Only the glow of a small Christmas tree illuminated Jessica Talbot’s living room at midnight the following Tuesday. The radio was on, tuned in to a station that was playing soft ballads. The volume was turned down to almost a whisper, making the wet sounds of their kissing seem almost deafening. Although barefooted, both were still clothed, writhing, breathing deeply.

Andy stretched out on top of Jessica, moving his mouth from her neck to her ear. He gathered a lock of her auburn hair, drawing in a deep breath of her clean, fresh scent.

“I love your natural color,” he whispered, massaging his lips against her temple. “I’m glad you went back to it.”

Jessica giggled, her chest moving in a delicious staccato rhythm against his. “And kissing you much better without that beard and mustache. I like being able to see your face,” she added as Andy withdrew to look at her. “It’s a good one.”

“If you say so,” he grinned, kissing the tip of her nose before moving to her mouth. He remembered once wondering if she would be as wonderful to kiss as she was to look at, and the answer was a resounding “yes.”

His tongue laved against her lips softly as they sighed together, until she opened her mouth in return. Jessica was so responsive. Every touch drew out some longing sound of desire, every kiss made her breathing deeper. 

Andy carefully moved his hand to her breast, gently kneading the softness hidden beneath the thick cotton. Every night, he got a little closer.

He transferred his caresses slowly down, inching his hand underneath her white sweater, pressing himself against her until she’d be sure to feel his arousal.

Her sighs turned into a whimper of protest.

“Andy, not yet.”

“What’s wrong?” He kissed her throat, feeling her shiver. “Don’t you want to?”

“Yes,” she replied after a few moments.

“Michael’s fast asleep in his room,” Andy whispered, grinding his crotch into hers. 

“I know.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s been so long. Oh God, Andy, please, I’m just not ready.”

Removing his lips from her neck with a final peck, he raised up on his elbows, meeting her gaze. Jessica’s eyes were wide, nervous.

“How long has it been?” he asked quietly. “Since Scott?”

She started to nod slightly before her expression became confused.

“Wait. How did you know his name?”

“What?”

“Michael’s father.” She pushed Andy away and scooted from underneath him at once, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. “I never told you his name,” she fumed, fighting to keep her voice down.

Andy shut his eyes, wishing he could take it back. Shit.

“Tim Madsen told me,” he admitted, opening his eyes with a sigh. “Please don’t be mad. I just wanted to know more about you, and you wouldn’t tell me.”

She snapped her head away from him, jaw clenched.

“What else did he tell you?”

“Jessie…”

“What else did he tell you?”

“He told me about you dropping out of college to move to California with Scott. That Scott left when you got pregnant and you came back here. And he told me your father died a year ago. I don’t even know Scott’s last name. That’s all he said, I swear.”

Jessica’s expression melted into sadness as he recited Tim’s words. She curled her legs up with a deep, rattling sigh, hugging her knees. She stayed like that, staring into nothing, for a long moment.

“So?” she finally asked, unmoving.

“So what?”

“So, what do you think of all that?” she asked, glancing at Andy anxiously.

“I think that Scott deserves to be pummeled,” he smirked. “And I think you’ve handled it all beautifully. You’ve got a great kid in there.”

“Thank you,” she smiled softly, tears gleaming in her eyes. “This is going to sound horrible, but, there was a time, when I was pregnant, when I didn’t even want Michael, “ she paused, waiting for a rebuke that never came. “But I don’t know what I would have done without him. I love him so much.” 

Andy scooted by her again, gathering her balled-up frame in him arms, kissing the top of her head. 

“I’m sorry I went behind your back to find out,” he said softly.

After a minute or so, her breathing evened out until she was still in his embrace. She let out another deep sigh, this time one of contentment. 

He rested his head on top of Jessica’s, gazing out the living room window. Illuminated by a porch light, long icicles reached down from the awning, snow falling in thick flakes beyond. Red and white lights of the Christmas tree spilled a warm glow on the room, trickling across the carpet and walls. Michael’s toys were neatly piled in a box in the corner. More awaited him, wrapped in shiny paper under the tree. 

Andy was overwhelmed by a sense of tranquility. He relished the feel of the warmth and softness of woman in his arms, and the sweet smell of her. It had been a long time since he’d felt so at peace- so long that he couldn’t even identify exactly what the feeling was. 

But he knew what he ought to do… what he had to do. For Jessica. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and started with a whisper.

“When I was in college, I met a girl named Gina. I had always thought, until I met her, that I’d go off to California or New York, try to break into professional acting,” he paused for a moment. “Gina changed all that. We got married. I was crazy for her. Being with Gina made me want a family, a regular job, kids… everything. So, after graduation, we got married and moved to my hometown in Minnesota. I went to work in my Dad’s construction business- prepped to take it over. When he retired a year later, I was running the show with my brother, Lewis. Everything seemed perfect.” Andy stopped, opening his eyes to the snow again.

“What happened?” Jessica whispered after a few moments.

“Lewis and Gina had an affair,’ he muttered. “I caught them together. That ended it, plain and simple. I sold off my share of the business to Lewis, and got divorced. I’ve only been back twice- once for my Mother’s funeral, and once for my Father’s. Lewis and Gina got married three years ago. Anyway, that’s why I’m not close to my brother.” Andy went quiet.

“Do you still love her?” Jessica asked at length, her voice barely audible.

“No. Do you still love Scott?”

“No.” 

The two were silent for a long time, gazing at the snow, which fell even more densely than before. Andy ran his fingers through her hair slowly, contemplatively. She turned her face up to his with a small smile. 

“Thank you.”

“Fair’s fair,” he smiled back. 

Jessica moved to stretch out again, and he moved along, spooning her. They snuggled into the soft cushions, relaxed, and drifted off to sleep.

******

Andy wasn’t sure what time it was when he woke, but it was still dark outside, the luminescent snowfall having ceased. They were in the same position in which they’d slept. But something was startlingly different.

The first thing he smelled was the spice of Jessica’s shampoo, her soft hair piled under his face. The first thing he felt was her rear grinding against his crotch, which was rapidly swelling. His hand, draped lazily over her stomach, rose and fell with her quickened breaths. It was as if some eerie, erotic spell had been cast on her.

“Jessie…” he whispered, wondering if she was fully conscious, as he was. The motion stopped as soon as he spoke, the ensuing silence heavy with questions.

She twisted around as Andy moved up slightly, giving her room. Her face was flushed; coffee-colored eyes alight with a strange fire that glinted in the dark. He blinked several times, as if to make sure what he was seeing was real, and then moved to kiss her, but she put a finger up to his lips, pushing him back.

Suddenly, both of her hands were pushing at his shoulders as she turned her body fully and crawled on top of him. Andy struggled to adjust to the new position, but had no time. Verging on clumsiness in her haste, Jessica descended on him ravenously, drawing his lower lip between her teeth in nips, plunging her tongue into his mouth. Her hands, which had once seemed so delicate, instantly grabbed the hem of his sweater, yanking it up. 

Jessica, or, he thought, a woman who looked very much like her, tore her mouth away from his with a throaty grunt to lift the sweater over his head, his undershirt going with it. She sat up straight on him, peeling off her own sweater hurriedly. 

After tossing it to the floor, she stared down at him, catching her breath. Her cool hands reached to his chest, sliding fingers through the hair, massaging slowly, each stoke seeming to calm her. Andy stayed still, only his eyes moving, gazing at her body, at the soft breasts he’d so longed to see before. They were still reined in by a sky-blue bra. She reached behind her, unclasping the hook to set them free.

Andy’s head fell back, his face lost in an expression of wonderment while the bra slid off. Jessica’s eyes were full of the same electric currents as before. She bit her lower lip, stifling her breath, and took his hands in hers, drawing them up to her breasts.

Her breath escaped in a quaking heave at the contact, and Andy kneaded the pliant, firm flesh sensuously. They were cool at first, but each handful warmed quickly, the nipples rising sharply against his palms as if crying to be felt. Jessica closed her eyes as he explored, her hands still covering his. Andy shut his eyes, too, letting the sensations take over.

He wriggled until he was comfortably underneath her, pelvis to pelvis. The moist heat radiating from between Jessica’s legs was palpable even through the denim they both wore. She panted softly when he thrust up, lifting his buttocks completely off the sofa. He didn’t lower his hips, but kept them raised to grind his confined erection into the heat, seeking its source. He let out a grunt as the wet fabric gave way to the shape of her sex, enveloping his.

Andy opened his eyes when he felt her move. Jessica lowered her mouth, her lips once again demanding; hungry. He responded with equal lust this time, moving one hand to the back of her head, clutching locks of hair. He broke the kiss first, trailing his lips and tongue under her neck, finding every vulnerable spot. She moved towards the head of the sofa, positioning him within mouth’s reach of her breasts. Andy quickly reacted, his tongue dancing along the edge of one crinkled aureole before sucking on the hard nipple. He feasted on the welcome meal of flesh slowly- first one delicacy, then it’s twin. 

“Andy,” Jessica whispered, grasping handfuls of his red hair lightly. “It feels so good. Oh, please don’t stop… it feels so good.”

He moaned in response, still suckling on a pert tit, warm and at home in his mouth. He slid his hands down her back, rubbing it in long, firm strokes before sweeping down to her butt. He cupped it firmly, massaging the soft globes a few times whole before maneuvering one hand to her hips, then to the button of her jeans. It was undone in one stroke, the hiss of the zipper soon following. 

Jessica made no move to protest, but propelled her hips forward, wanting. Andy gladly complied, delving his hand underneath the material of her panties.

He nearly came at the moment his fingers touched her and gasped involuntarily, releasing her nipple. The folds were so wet, so slick. Jessica was practically gushing with desire. He maintained control, relieved that his cock wasn’t yet free. 

She quivered as he continued exploring, running his index finger towards the weeping opening of her canal. Her eyes opened when he reached it. She rose up and grabbed Andy’s hand, stopping him. She withdrew it and then stood up carefully, extracting her limbs from his. He felt suddenly cold without her body covering him.

Turning around and bending over slowly, Jessica lowered her jeans, giving him a stunning view. When she stood and faced him, eyes smoldering, only her blue, satin panties remained Raising his hips from the sofa, he followed suit, but didn’t leave on his briefs, kicking the garments into a wad at his feet. Andy stared at her lovely form illuminated by the Christmas tree, letting her peruse his own naked body. 

He was a man of spare living and few comforts, moving around as he did, his work being what it was. His physicality reflected that lifestyle; the frame of his body was wiry and strong, its lean muscles well formed. 

She examined him from a distance of a few feet away, pausing at the hard length of flesh that lay along his abdomen, reaching almost to his navel. It stood poised just breath away from the flat of his stomach, the thick crown shining with liquid. 

Jessica approached, eyes full of lust but moving cautiously, as if he were a flame that might burn her. He reached out when she was within arm’s length, hooking a finger into the waistline of her panties, sitting up expectantly. As she made the final step to close the distance, he craned his neck to make contact between her legs. 

Andy buried his face in the wet material and the flesh beyond, taking a deep breath of her essence. The raw scent washed over him, both soothing and exciting. He peeled the soaked fabric down to her feet, grasping her hips when it was out of the way. 

Green eyes staring up at Jessica’s face, he made the first lick along the length of her folds. Her head was bent down, eyes shut, with long, soft hair shadowing her face. She threw her head back with a grimace of agonized pleasure as his tongue reached her clit. She let out a delicate cry, bringing her hands up to clutch his hair.




Welcome Home, Andy



Andy closed his eyes, losing himself in the act of devouring her pussy. He kissed the entire area, moving wet hair out of the way with his fingers so his mouth could reach the blood-engorged flesh underneath. He ran his tongue deeply through every crevice, drawing her lips between his, sucking on them, tickling and teasing. 

When he prodded into her with a finger, the reaction was instantaneous. The walls of her vagina gripped it so tight that he nearly lost it again, his eyes opening in shock as he let out shaking breaths. If she was this tight on his finger, what will it be like…? He shuffled the thought out of mind quickly, focusing his sexual assault on her clit.

He sucked on the nubbin of her clit, alternately lashing it with his tongue. Only a few moments later, he felt the unmistakable pulsing of her orgasm begin. The tight walls of her vagina got even tighter around his plunging finger, her hips rolling and hands clenching fistfuls of his hair. Juices dripped out of her, streaming down her legs. Nothing existed at that moment for Jessica but the screaming pleasure she must have been experiencing, and Andy continued to lick and kiss her pussy right through it. 

She trembled as the last aftershocks throbbed in her blood, and he gave her one last kiss before removing his mouth.

“Go ahead,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

Jessica’s knees buckled, and he eased her down until she was resting on them in front of him, her eyes still closed. He kissed her panting lips tenderly, keeping one arm wrapped around her, the other reaching for his pants. Finding them, his fingers fumbled to extract his wallet. After a few moments, Andy had it out and quickly found the pocket in which he kept an emergency reserve of condoms. 

Jessica opened her eyes, at last coming out of her orgasmic reverie. She looked down at his hand, seeing the rubber he’d gotten out. She smiled, a new gleam coming into her eyes.

Again, Andy was being pushed back onto the couch. Sitting astride him swiftly, she swiped the condom out of his hand and bit the corner off with her teeth. He grinned, unable to resist her rosy breasts, massaging them again. This time, they were almost hot to the touch with nipples more swollen than ever. He continued the leisurely play as she removed the rubber from its package.

He jerked up slightly, gasping at the brush of her fingertips on the mushroom tip of his hard-on. It practically sent him off; he was so full and ready. Andy froze, creating as little friction as possible as she unrolled the rubber over the sensitive head and down along the shaft. Leaving one hand on his cock, she leaned over for another kiss, her other hand making a serpentine trail down to his balls. 

Andy pulled, mashing her body against his to feel skin on skin. Their lips clashed with fresh intensity, tongues delving deep. Jessica, forced to remove her hands from his sex, raked his sides with her fingernails, fueled by his renewed fervor. 

She snapped up from his embrace with an inferno in her eyes. Andy groaned as she took his cock in hand, wetting the tip in her dripping sex. 

Andy grasped her hips, wishing fervently to hold them still and push himself in. His chest swelling, collapsing with rapid breaths, he held on tight, restraining himself despite the sweet ache consuming his loins at the contact. He had to hold back… it was Jessie’s show now. Her entire body was flushed deep crimson, her brown eyes alight with desire. Biting her lip defiantly, she began to impale herself on him.

Eyes shutting tight, Andy was determined to sear it into memory- this sensation of entering her for the first exquisite time. From the tentative, wet kiss of her opening on the tip, each soaking inch of her pussy gripped him more tightly that the last. His heart thumped in his chest as if trying to escape from a prison of steel. His body quivered as the glorious velvet vise clamped his cock, and he opened his eyes to see the last of it going in, their public hair meshing. 

Jessica’s face was locked in a silent scream when he saw her, making Andy wonder if she was in pain. But the agony melted slowly into a vision of bliss as her pussy moulded to his shape. Her eyes, half-lidded and dazed, opened as if not seeing her living room and Andy Jameson, but a world of decadent ecstasy. Her hips began to roll in small circles, sheen of perspiration beginning to glisten over her legs, breasts… her whole body.

Moaning in delight, Andy moved his hips in the same directions hers took, careful not to thrust up. She was beginning to make that delicious motion on her own, her circles starting to elevate with pelvic thrusts. He wanted to let Jessica take him as deep or shallow as she pleased, allow her to use his body for her own pleasure. He wasn’t sure how long he could last like this, let alone if he just rammed in at jackhammer speed. Besides, the fucking she was giving him was too exquisite, too luxurious not to go along with.

She began to whimper with her thrusts, taking him deeper, gripping him tighter. Eyes closed, Jessica leaned to put her weight on her hands, burying her face his neck to muffle the cries that started to escape her. She moved her whole body back and forth, nipples scraping his chest, taking the entire length of his cock from root to tip. Andy hissed at the sensations shooting through his body as she began to pump faster, greedily taking her face in his hands to kiss her. They moaned into each other’s open mouths, as her bucking became furious.

“Ahh, fuck!” Andy grunted, teeth clenched, as she rose up again, bringing him to the verge as her pussy gripped his cock mercilessly. “Jessie, honey… I’m can’t last much longer.”

“Just a little longer,” she begged, her own face locked in agony. 

He tried to hold still, to think of anything but what was happening to him, desperate to stem the thrilling tide that threatened to wash him away. Sweating profusely, he felt her grip jerk on him in a short, staccato rhythm and melt into a long plunge, the head of his cock banging into the farthest reach.

“Oh, God… NOW…” she cried, her body freezing in a tremble above him.

Succumbing to orgasm, Andy’s body seized in ecstasy, his hips thrusting up, hands pulling her hips down in a vise-like grip. The flow of come erupted from his cock as he felt her juices soaking his groin, spattering over his abdomen. 

A thousand shards of light shattered through them, each one giving off its own searing heat. The incinerating pleasure gave way to a steady fire that began to splinter and wane, dividing into slowly cooling embers.

She collapsed on top of him, panting. The pulsing of their bodies slowly subsided, and Andy found the strength to open his eyes, at first aware of nothing but Jessica on top of him. He saw the patchwork blanket that was folded over the back of the sofa and grabbed it, unfolding and spreading it over them. 

Jessica lifted her face from his shoulder and smiled contentedly, her now unmade-up face glowing. Andy smiled and kissed her lips lazily, nudging her face with his. Soon they returned to the same way they started, with him spooning her as they gave way to sleep. 

*******

Later that early morning, it was Andy who woke Jessica, bringing her to consciousness with moist, noisy kisses on her ear and neck. She smiled without opening her eyes, letting him continue for a few minutes before turning to him. When she did, he came over her, his hard erection brushing her thigh, sending the message that he’d retrieved the last of his emergency supplies from his wallet. Welcomed with a soft sigh, Andy mounted his lover with a gentle thrust. Once inside, he covered her face with tender kisses before beginning a long, sweet journey of lovemaking. Cooing and whispering, they came together again, only instead of the near-violence of the previous climax, this one was a gentle arrival on the shores of bliss.

They sat together on the sofa afterwards, cuddled under the blanket. It was Jessica who spoke first.

“Did you know Tim and Susan are back from their cruise?” she asked softly.

“No.” 

Andy’s mind was a million miles away from the Madsens. It was strange to think of them at such a moment.

“They’re coming to the play tomorrow night.”

“You mean, the play tonight,” he chuckled.

She laughed quietly. “I suppose so. You nervous?”

“Nope. You?”

“Yes! Especially for Amy. Poor little thing is so shy.”

“Oh, it’s just a kid’s play.”

“Easy for you to say. You don’t have to be with these kids afterwards.”

He sighed, running his fingers through her hair thoughtfully. A week ago, he’d still been looking forward to going to L.A. Now, he wanted to go, but…

“You are still leaving on New Year’s Day, right?” she asked, seeming to read his mind.

“Yes.”

Jessica remained silent, concerning him a little. He’d sworn to Tim Madsen that he wouldn’t hurt her. She’d always known he was going away, that this wasn’t permanent. Didn’t she? She didn’t think that he’d change his mind? 

“You’re okay with that, right?” he asked tentatively.

She rested her head on his shoulder, looking up into his eyes for a moment. He couldn’t read what was in them, which was unusual. But Jessica gave a small smile.

“It’s okay.” He kissed her with a smile of relief. 

“You’d better get going,” she said after withdrawing. “Michael will be up soon. You shouldn’t be here when he wakes up.”

Andy’s brow furrowed. “Why not?”

She blinked a few times in disbelief. “Andy, he’s attached enough to you as it is. He’s already asking me how come you’re not here on the nights you don’t come over for dinner.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. If he saw us together in the morning, knowing that you spent the night…”

“It’s not like he’s going to know what we were up to.”

“Of course not, but he still might get the wrong idea and think it’s always going to be like this. Now get dressed and go warm up your truck, quick.”

“Well, if you think it’s best…”

“I do,” she smacked his ass playfully as he got up off the couch. He stifled a laugh and smiled back at her.

Ten minutes later, his Ford thawed and ready to roll, Andy kissed her goodbye at the doorway.

“There’s a big party going on at Shots tonight after the play,” she grinned. “Grown-ups only. I don’t have a date yet…”

“Yes, you do,” he replied with a wink. “Now all you have to do is find a babysitter.” 

******

Arriving to his “home,” which was actually just a motel room that was available to rent by the month, Andy’s stomach grumbled.

He retrieved a beer and some Jessie’s leftover spaghetti from the mini-fridge, and sat down to eat, thinking about the night before. 

He’d never had one like that in his life. Not with Gina, not with any of the girls with whom he’d had short-lived relationships during his travels. Nothing like that at all. Except for Gina, it was the first time he’d actually been reluctant to leave in the morning, if he even stayed that long.

Lost in contemplation, he lost his appetite for the meal in front of him, a hunger for something else rumbling in his heart. 

He picked up the phone and got out his calling card, cursing himself as he dialed the numbers. The other end connected, ringing three times before a cheery female voice answered.

“Hello?”

It was a few moments before he found the gumption to respond. So many times, he’d just hung up.

“Hi.”

“Andy…?”

“Yeah. Hey Gina.”

“Um, hello.”

He heard the distinctive sound of the receiver being muffled, and knew she was talking to Lew. It was confirmed when Lewis picked up the other phone.

“Hey Andy! Been a long time.”

“Hey Lewis. How are things?”

“Good, good. What’s up? How are things for you?”

“Oh, fine. Just thought I’d call, you know… wish you guys a Merry Christmas.”

“Thanks, Andy. Merry Christmas to you, too.”

“Merry Christmas,” Gina chimed in uncomfortably. “Um, I’ve got to go now. It was good to hear from you, Andy. Take care.” She clicked off, leaving him with Lew.

“So things are good?” Andy asked.

“Yeah. Swimming along nicely. Gina’s going to have a baby in about six weeks.”

“Oh?” Andy waited for the shock to come, the pain at the news. But there was nothing. 

“Yeah. It’s a girl.” Lew went silent for a long time. “Look Andy, I don’t know what this is all about. Do you need money or something?”

Andy smirked wryly. “Happy New Year, Lew. Congratulations on the baby.” He hung up.

Looking out the window, he noticed it was snowing again. He approached it, gazing out at the peaceful vista of the tiny town of Swan Junction, hemmed in by white, alpine peaks and broad skies. He vaguely wondered what it looked like in summertime. Andy felt as empty and blank as the snowy reaches before him. Andy Jameson didn’t belong here. 

He didn’t belong anywhere.

********

The silence was interrupted by a few hushed coughs and the squeak of chairs, the inky darkness covering all. 

The lights came up brilliantly and all at once the stage lit up in colors of red, green and white. A dozen two-legged reindeer, another dozen elves, Santa, Mrs. Claus and a few angels launched into the last song of the program, “Jolly Old St. Nicholas.”

Jessica was seated off stage at the piano as the children sang, the only one among them who actually looked like an angel. Her chestnut hair was piled on her head in a halo, curly tendrils gracing her slender neck. She wore a cream-colored blouse and green, velvet skirt that clung loosely to her sweet figure. She watched the children, smiling in both nervous anticipation and glee. 

Everything was going along well, except for one little mishap with the manger earlier. Never before had baby Jesus been knocked out of his crib, his head rolling off the stage completely. Thank God that this version of his son was just made of plastic. 

Andy watched Jessica through a tiny slit from behind the curtain, in part to watch for her cues, but mostly because he just loved looking at her. He was looking forward to their last few nights together.

The kids launched into the final chorus, Andy turning his attention to the stage. He grimaced upon seeing Jamie, his angel costume bursting at the seams, start to tug on the halo of the girl in front of him in the chorus. The little blonde it held to her head, turning around to poke the boy’s stomach... evidently hard enough to hurt, because Jamie’s singing stopped as he doubled over. He came back up after a few moments, freckled face burning red. 

Andy chuckled. Rotten little sonofagun deserved it.

Suddenly the audience was clapping, the song over. As instructed, the kids stepped forward, bowing. Not exactly in unison, Andy shrugged, but bowing nonetheless. Only a few of them moved out of place before the curtain closed.

Andy grabbed the curtain rope and started to pull, an odd feeling overwhelming him, like he was closing a chapter of his own life. A pretty good one, too. 

The thick curtain whooshed shut, and no sooner had it done so than kids ran everywhere…offstage, onstage, out into the audience. Andy himself emerged from backstage to go to Jessica, but congratulating audience members already surrounded her.

He watched as kids rushed for their proud parents, the auditorium echoing bright chatter, laughter and squeals. It was Christmas Eve, and everyone had an agenda. Families wanted to get home and put out milk and cookies for Santa. There were kids to put to bed, stockings to stuff, beds to warm up in, big dinners to cook, drinks to be drunk.

Smiling at the residents of Swan Junction, Andy almost felt like he could vicariously live through them. It was like looking at some vision of Frank Capra’s. He vaguely wished for a moment that he could point a camera at these people and capture them in this moment forever. But it would be impossible for even a camera to do. He took a snapshot in his memory anyway, knowing it would be a good one to look at in the months ahead.

Andy turned around to go backstage. He could start breaking down the set, putting away the scattered costumes and props. He had a job to do, too.

“Androooo! Yoohoo!” 

Andy heard the voice calling to him before he went behind the curtain, instantly recognizing Susan Madsen’s cheerful perkperkperk. Curiously, it didn’t irritate him at all. He turned back around to see her, tanned from the Caribbean sun, squeezing through various audience members to reach him.

“Hi, Susan,” he smiled, stepping off the stage. “Look what the sun’s done for you! Is that a new outfit?”

“Oh, you sly thing,” she giggled. “You like it?” She twirled around in yet another too-tight ensemble, bright green and red checkers in silk, a poinsettia in her hair.

“It’s wonderful.”

“No, the play was wonderful! Andrew, you did so much better than I’ve ever done. This was just fantastic.” She took both his hands in hers and leaned in conspiratorially with a somewhat naughty grin. “How did you get along with Jessica?”

A slow smile spread across Andy’s face, for the first time wondering if Susan Madsen had even more designs in wanting him to direct the school play.

“Famously,” he whispered. “I knew it!” The woman was practically jumping with joy. “Please say you’ll direct next year. We could make it a regular tradition, you and Jessica handling the production!”

“Susan, you know perfectly well I’m moving along next week. I’m due in L.A. Already signed a contract and everything.”

“Oh,” she muttered, disappointed. “I was hoping you might have decided to stay. There are lots of construction projects in Swan Junction, you know. We’ve got a regular little boom going on here.”

“I know,” he said with an ingratiating smile. “But I have obligations.”

She was just going to speak again when Andy felt a touch at his elbow. He turned around to see Jessica beaming, Michael holding her hand.

“Looks like we did it!” she said, her eyebrows rising in excitement.

“Yes we did.” He hugged her tight, wondering if it would be appropriate to kiss her in front of everyone. He glanced down at Michael, instantly knowing the answer. He pulled back with a smile, denying himself what felt so natural to do.

“I was just telling Andrew what a wonderful job you two did,” Susan addressed Jessica. Everyone loved it.”

“Well, it was mostly Andy’s doing…”

“Mommy?” Michael piped up, brushing his brown hair off his face. He was almost a copy of his mother.

“What is it?”

“Can we go home and wait for Santa now?”

Jessica crouched down to speak. 

“Actually, I’m going to take you over to Deborah’s for a little while tonight. But don’t worry. I’ll be back to get you before you know it. Then we’ll go home so you can get to bed. Santa doesn’t come if he knows you’re still awake.”

“Like the song?”

“Yep! Just like the song,” Jessica stood up and looked at Andy. “I’ll meet you over at Shots?”

“Okay, see you then,” he replied. Again, it felt like it would be so natural to give her a kiss before she departed, but he couldn’t do it. It wasn’t his place.

“Bye Andy!” Michael waved as Jessica led him away.

“Goodnight, Michael! Merry Christmas.”

“Well, it looks as though you have someplace to be,” Susan perked. “I know Tim will be glad to see you. I think he’s already over there.”

Andy forced a smile.

******

On the way over to the bar, Andy pulled over at a look out, his heart beating in a panic. He got out, his breaths misting in the frigid air, gazing at the valley.

The sky was cloudless this Christmas Eve, the sky brilliant with stars and a small moon, razor sharp and casting a luminescent glow over the valley. 

Somewhere, Jessica and Michael Talbot were out there thinking about him, Jessica on her way. There was a cozy living room to be in on the Christmas morning if he wanted. Christmas presents under the tree for him, from him. Someone to kiss on New Year’s Eve.