1 comments/ 65031 views/ 3 favorites Getting Reacquainted By: medjay It was about ten o'clock that night when my ex-girlfriend Rashida called me. I had just got home from work and was looking forward to unwinding in front of the Playstation for a couple of hours and hitting the sack. The phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey," came Rashida's raspy voice from the other end. "What's up?" Even though it had been seven years since we'd been a couple, Rashida and I still talked on the phone at least three or four times a week. This was about the extent of our relationship since we only saw each other about twice a year, usually to do lunch or something like that. "Nothing," Rashida replied. "Just sitting here. Watching TV." "Uh huh." I hadn't yet began to really pay attention to her. She had a habit of calling and having nothing to talk about. I continued to concentrate on my game. "Actually, I was calling to see if you wanted to get together, maybe have a couple of drinks, smoke a joint?" This was odd. Rashida never asked me out. "Sure, I guess. When?" "Now." "Right now? Tonight? Where?" "Over here." "Huh?" Rashida wanted to have a couple of drinks over at her place at the spur of the moment? She must really be bored, I thought. "I don't know," I began. "I just got home from work. I was just going to unwind for a bit and then hit the sack." I'd just spent ten hours humping at the job and didn't really feel like going back out. "How about tomorrow? We can get off to an earlier start. I don't have to work or anything." "Well. . . , I kind of wanted to get together tonight." "It'll be better tomorrow," I insisted. "I be more rested, y'know?" "Okay," she said, disappointedly. "If you really don't want to." "Tomorrow then. . . ." "Yeah, but, it won't be the same tomorrow." "Why not?" I asked. "I really wanted to see you tonight." "Oh." A twinkle of understanding was finally beginning to grow in the back of my mind. But this didn't make any sense. Since the breakup, our relationship had been purely platonic, without much of a hint of anything else. If she was coming on to me, why now, all of a sudden? "Are you sure it can't wait until tomorrow?" I wanted to make certain I wasn't misunderstanding her but, at the same time, I didn't want to come right out and ask just in case all she really wanted to do was hang out. "I'll put it like this," she said. "You can come tomorrow but it won't be same as if you came tonight." "What do you mean, 'It won't be the same?'" "I might be in a different mood." "Okay," I said, shutting off the Playstation. "I'll be there in less than half an hour." "Sure." Rashida sounded skeptical. "Really," I insisted. "I'll be on my way." "Okay." Rashida hung up and I hurried into the bathroom to start the shower. All my life I'd been notoriously slow to pick up on women's subtle hints, sometimes being so dense as to drive them to the point of having to grab my dick to get my attention. But not this time. Either I was way off base or Rashida was extremely horny and had decided to call me of all people. Whatever the case, I wasn't going to snooze through this one. I stripped and hopped into the shower to scrub the sweat and dirt of the day off me. Five minutes later I was done (the quickest shower of my life) and getting dressed. I threw on a t-shirt, a pair of sweat pants, grabbed my keys and was out the front door in less than five minutes. Rashida lived less than two miles away and as I raced there in my Oldsmobile, I wondered why we didn't see more of each other. Her excuse was that she was always busy working or taking care of her three year old daughter. I thought that was bullshit because, at the same time, she'd always complain about how tired she was from kicking it all weekend. She just never kicked it with me. In no time I was pulling up in front of her high rise. Miraculously, I found a parking place and was soon in the vestibule buzzing her bell. "Hello?" She sounded groggy. "It's me. I'm downstairs." There was a click and then the door buzzed. I went through the lobby and got on the elevator to her floor. I got off, found her apartment, and knocked. It took a few moments then she finally opened the door. It occurred to me that I hadn't actually seen her in four months; the time I'd taken her and her daughter grocery shopping. She looked like she'd been napping; her eyelids were heavy. She smiled at me stood aside as I walked in. "I didn't think you were coming," she said. "I told you I would be here. You know I'm always dependable." "Ha." She closed the door and slipped her arms around me. I hugged her back, enjoying the contact. Rashida had always had a way of hugging that was unlike anyone else I'd known. She pressed her small breasts into my chest and subtlety pushed her pelvis against mine. My dick would get hard every time she did that but I never got too excited because I knew she hugged everyone like that. The apartment was dark and quiet. That meant her daughter was probably asleep on the futon in the living room. "Is your roommate here?" I asked. "No," she said, taking her arms from around my neck. "She's still at work." I knew this but I was just making sure. "You look nice," I said. And she did. Her hair was cut short, the way she'd always worn it. She had on a brown knit sweater and a matching brown suede skirt which complimented her dark skin tone. Her response to my compliment was typical. "Please," she said, turning away and heading for the kitchen. "I look scruffy as usual." Rashida, in my opinion, was a rather high maintenance girl, wearing top of the line clothes and always looking fine. She disagreed, saying she seldom wore jeans and t-shirts and stuff like that because she "wasn't in high school anymore". I, being an electrician, had an excuse for wearing jeans and t-shirts at all times. I sometimes wondered how Rashida and I had hooked up in the first place. I was far from her "type". She typically went for flashy, well-dressed, light-skinned brothers with the well groomed hair and immaculately tapered mustaches. Though I was quite light-skinned, I was far from flashy, dressed like a bum, shaved quarter-annually, and wore a wild, uncombed afro (when we'd been going out I had dreadlocks). She claimed I'd always been attractive, even when we'd just been "friends" in college. The summer of our brief relationship, she'd made several fruitless attempts to dress me and bring out the pretty-boy she knew was lurking somewhere inside. After a few weeks she gave up. "You want something to drink?" she said, as we entered the kitchen. "Yeah. What you got?" "Water," she said, bending over and looking into the fridge, "and lemonade." I got caught up for a moment gazing at her big, round behind and the thick legs beneath it. When I didn't respond she looked over her shoulder at me. I made no attempt to hide the fact that I'd been staring at her ass. "Water, I guess. . . ," I paused for a second. "Wait a minute! I thought you were inviting me over for 'drinks'?" "Actually, I don't have any liquor," she said, smiling at me mischievously. "I do have weed, though." "Great," I said, sarcastically. "Water then." She poured me a glass and handed it to me. After pouring herself a glass, she led me into the bedroom. I'd only been to her apartment a couple of times and I'd never seen the bedroom. It was pretty nice. Floor to ceiling windows looked out onto the city and a full-sized bed sat against the south wall. On the other side of the room was a big screen TV, a VCR and a dresser. She instructed me to make myself comfortable so I kicked off my boots and sat on the bed. She cut the TV on and sat next to me. We made small talk for a while but I can't remember what we talked about; I was too preoccupied stealing looks at her legs and feet, which I'd always considered to be her best feature. After a while, she said, "You want to watch a movie?" "Sure," I replied. Years of dating had trained me to know that nine times out of ten when a woman said "Let's watch a movie" it was code speak for "We're going to have sex". Especially when the TV and VCR were in her bedroom. I was starting to feel more confident. I definitely hadn't misunderstood her signals. "I've got American Beauty." she said, bending over the video tape shelf and giving me another view of that excellent ass. "Sure. Whatever." I'd seen that movie three times already and I doubted we'd get past half of it. She popped the tape in and turned to me. "So, you ready to smoke?" "Yeah." I actually wasn't much of a weed smoker but if that's what she wanted to do then I was all for it. She went into the top drawer of the dresser and produced a rather large bag of marijuana and a pack of rolling papers. She placed both in front of me and said, "You roll it." "Uh, uh. I don't know how to roll joints; you roll it." I handed the bag and papers back to her. "Okay, but I'm not too good at it." She sat down to the task and I started to watch the movie. After a while it became clear she was having a hard time rolling that joint. "What's the matter?" Rashida looked up at me, embarrassed. "Actually. . . , I've never rolled a joint before." I found that hard to believe. "You smoke more than anyone I know! What do you mean, you've never rolled a joint?" "Someone else always rolls for me," she confessed. "Jesus. All those years of college and you didn't learn anything worthwhile." She laughed. "What do you do when you're by yourself then?" "Well, I usually just use a pipe but I don't know if you would want to smoke from the pipe I have." "A pipe's fine," I said. "Get it!" Sheesh! What made her think I wouldn't want to use a pipe? She got up and went back to the top dresser drawer. A moment later she came back with the most unique pipe I'd ever seen. It was black and shaped like a penis. You packed the weed into the testicle part and smoked from the tip. "You've got to be kidding!" Rashida just smiled. "I'm not going to put that in my mouth!" "Well, if you're going to smoke with me then you're gonna have to." She sat back down and proceeded to pack the scrotum with herb. Before lighting it, she licked her lips and slowly ran her tongue all around the head of the penis pipe. She then took over half the shaft in her mouth and drew it back out before sparking the weed and taking a long, luxurious pull. If a peeping tom had been across the street he wouldn't have even needed binoculars to see the tent that I'd just pitched in my sweat pants. Rashida pulled the pipe from her mouth, a thin string of saliva bridging from her bottom lip to the tip of the pipe. She smiled and offered it to me. "It's all covered with spit," I said. "You like my spit," she said, softly. "Yeah. I do." I took the pipe and the lighter from her and took a deep pull. The weed was good, potent. I took another hit and handed the pipe back, leaving just as much saliva as she'd left on it. "You like my spit too, don't you?" She didn't respond, just licked the spit off, moving her tongue in the same lazy way. We carried on like that for the next fifteen minutes or so, silently getting high and watching the movie. Or in my case, staring blankly at the television screen. My stomach was knotted with anticipation. Rashida clearly intended for us to fuck that night. It would be the first time we'd touched each other like that in seven years. We'd both been nineteen years old back then and not very mature sexually. I was still a rookie and kind of awkward and Rashida had been carrying a lot of taboos held over from high school. She'd been against performing oral sex and seldom allowed the dick to venture above her waistline. Our sexual encounters had been sweet lovemaking and cuddling sessions for the most part. But in the years since I'd become way more experienced, as had Rashida. Many times I'd wondered what it would be like to try it again. Now it looked like we were about to see. After getting thoroughly stoned, Rashida motioned for me to move so she could stretch out full-length on the bed. I laid down beside her and continued to look at the movie. I had no idea what was going on even though I'd seen the movie before. All I could concentrate on was the faint scent of peppermint shampoo coming from Rashida's hair. I was trying not to pant. She was probably waiting for me to make the first move so I put my hand on her thigh. No response. Scooting forward a bit I could see down the front of her sweater, the fabric wrinkling so that I could almost make out her nipple in the dim light. I couldn't take it anymore. "Rashida." "Hmmmm?" "Kiss me." Without a word, she rolled onto her back and pursed her lips. I ran my tongue across her lips as hers darted out to meet mine. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and kissed me hard. Rashida had always been the best kisser I'd ever known. We stayed like that for a while, kissing lazily, savoring it. Finally, I pulled my tongue out of her mouth and started sucking her neck. Slowly, I made my way down to her cleavage. It was taking every bit of my self control to keep from just pulling her clothes off in a mad frenzy. It'd been seven years and I wanted to make it last. I pushed her sweater up, uncovering her small, round breasts. I licked one nipple then the other. She grabbed her breasts from the bottom and pressed them up and together. I then started sucking hard on her nipples, enjoying her sharp intakes of breath whenever I nibbled slightly. I nuzzled between her breasts for a moment then slid down and hiked her skirt up above her waist. She wore no underwear. She seldom did. I was startled at first to see that her pubic hair was gone. "Shaved?" "Yeah. I did it a few days ago. First time. You like it?" "Yeah." I bent down and kissed the insides of her thighs, licking around the outside of her pussy lips. She opened her legs wider. I wet my finger and circled her clit with it, then kissed her thighs again. "Don't tease me," she breathed, using her fingers to peel apart her pussy lips, revealing the pink inside. Obeying, I placed my mouth against her clit, sucked it once, and ran my tongue around the circumference of her hole. I ate her pussy like that for several minutes, making slow figure eights around her clit and vagina the way I knew she liked it. When she shuddered and let out a slight whimper, I knew she'd had her first orgasm of the night. I paused for a second to get undressed, pulling off my t-shirt, sweat pants, underwear and socks as she hurriedly removed her sweater and skirt. When we were both naked I repositioned myself between her legs. This time, however, I laid on my side in a 69 position. I placed my tongue back inside her pussy while she took my dick and began licking up and down the shaft. After getting it good and wet she took the whole of it in her mouth. I looked up when I felt the head of my dick push past the back of her throat and saw that she'd managed to deep-throat me, no small feat considering that she was working with over eight inches. This proved she'd been getting some good practice. I'd gotten plenty of blowjobs over the past few years but no girls had been able to fit all of me in their mouths. Seeing her swallowing my dick with her nose pressed to my scrotum turned me on even more and I renewed my pussy eating with doubled vigor. She moaned around my cock as I sucked hard on her clit. I plunged my middle finger into her pussy to get it wet then stuck it in her asshole. This only made her suck harder. I put my thumb in her vagina and started to rub that thin membrane of skin between it and the middle finger still in her ass. She shuddered as another orgasm passed through her, pulled my dick out of her mouth and started sucking on my balls. It was perfect; not too light of a touch, but not hard enough to cause pain. I began to think this might be the best head I'd ever gotten. I had to do something to up the ante. I pulled my finger out of her, pressed her leg up under my armpit, pried her butt checks apart and stuck the tip of my tongue in her anus. "Oh, my God!" Rashida gasped, pushing her ass into my face. I stuck my tongue in a little farther, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She put my dick back in her mouth and started sucking furiously. I decided I wanted to watch her so I sat up and got on my knees in front of her face. I stared at my dick sliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue twirling around, a line of drool running down her cheek onto the sheets. She paused for a second and deep-throated me again. I couldn't take it anymore. A few more seconds of this and I'd be shooting off like a rocket into her mouth. I pulled out with a wet plop and let out a deep breath. Rashida rolled onto her back and opened her legs wide. "Put it in me! Now! Please!" I positioned myself and pushed my dick inside her, hitting bottom with the first stroke. "Oh shit" Rashida arched her back and pressed the palms of her hands against the headboard. I started with slow, deep strokes, Rashida matching my rhythm. I looked down to watch as I went in and out of her. Thick, white pussy juice covered the shaft of my penis. I reached down and felt beneath her ass. Damn, she was wet! The juice was running down and soaking the sheets. I got excited and began to quicken my pace. Rashida moaned and turned her head away, biting her lip. She thrust her hips up to meet my strokes and our bellies clapped together loudly. I started to pant and mutter exclamations under my breath. This was a hundred times better than what we'd done seven years ago! I took her legs and pressed them open even farther, treating her to long, hard strokes this time. My balls smacked loudly against her ass with each thrust. I sat up on my haunches, grabbed one of her ankles and put her big toe in my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily while I massaged her clit with my thumb. She began to moan and whimper again and a fresh flood of fluid began to ooze from her pussy. I'd gotten past the first danger of ejaculation and was ready to settle into a nice stride. I let go of her leg, leaned forward and rested my head next to her shoulder. We went at it like that for a good while, working up a nice sweat and lather. Then, I got her legs up and pressed her knees up by her ears so I could get some deeper penetration. She gasped loudly as the head of my dick hit her cervix. I slipped it to her harder each time, grinning as I heard her cry out. "Goddamn! Goddamn! Shit! " Then she looked up at me worriedly and said, "You're gonna wake up my baby!" I'd forgotten all about her daughter sleeping in the next room. I realized the bedsprings were squeaking and we were making quite a racket. "Sorry." "You're not sorry," she said, grinning at me. "Yeah, I guess not." I turned over onto my back. "Get on top." "I can't! Baby, I need a break!" "Nope. No breaks yet. We're just getting started." "God, I know," she said, mounting me. "This is crazy. I never thought it would be this good." Rashida grabbed my cock, aimed and slid it up her pussy. I didn't quite know what to expect. Most women I'd been with thought riding a dick meant bouncing up and down on it like a pogo stick, imitating the girls in the porno flicks. I didn't know what that felt like to them but for most guys, all that led to was a numb pelvis. Rashida, though, knew what she was doing. Instead of bouncing, she rotated her hips in a circular motion, keeping me planted firmly inside her. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and put her hands on my knees. I just stared up at her beautiful body, watching the sweat run down her chest. I reached up and cupped her breasts and she quickened on top of me. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her to me and we hugged while she ground her vagina into me. I reached down and slid my finger into her ass again. "Yesss!" She started grinding even harder and I felt an orgasm coming. This would be the first time I'd ever reached climax with a woman on top but I didn't want it to end yet. Getting Reacquainted It had been a year since Scott and I had partied with our friend Gary. Then we received a party invitation one summer weekend to join him for a house warming party at the new home he had built in Payson. Gary invited us to spend the entire weekend at his new house and get reacquainted. I knew that meant he was eager to sink his cock into my pussy again! Maybe it was the heat of the summer day or just a premonition on my part, as I slipped into a sexy sundress, a bit more revealing and shorter than I normally wear, but "I looked so good in it, I just had to wear it". My first impression upon arriving at the party: Never have I seen so many handsome men, and from their stares as we arrived, I knew my dress selection was going to attract a lot of attention. "Where is the bathroom, I asked Gary?" He took my arm and guided to me the upstairs bathroom. He was waiting for me when I exited the bathroom, asked if I'd seen the house yet, and very warmly took my arm again as we toured his office, guest bedrooms, and entered the master bedroom on the second floor. My mind at that moment, recalling some of our previous encounters and feeling very attracted to the man, created a sudden rush of arousal. I imagined being kissed and seduced by him as the party continued outside. "Oh stop it I thought", there is plenty of time for fucking! Standing at the upstairs window, admiring the patio garden, I suddenly felt Gary's body behind me, lightly pressing against me, as his hands held my bare shoulders. He didn't say anything as we stood there, both of us frozen in place, but obviously his mind was as actively aroused as mine. He let his hands slip around my waist and warmly pulled me closer against him. "We better go downstairs before someone misses us", I said, and then without thinking what I was saying, I commented, "If I have another beer, I'll have to use the bathroom again". "I hope you will, and I hope you know how attracted I am to you" he said, as he embraced me again and kissed my bare shoulder. He quickly got me another drink as we headed outside, winking at me to let him know when I needed to use the bathroom again. He then disappeared into the crowd, as if nothing had happened. Right then I decided I wasn't going to miss this opportunity even if it's dangerous and short-lived, and I'm going to coax him until he can't wait a second longer. I walked over to where he was standing, winked subtly at him and slipped back into the house and headed upstairs to the bathroom. A few minutes later he lightly knocked on the bathroom door and slipped inside, locking the door behind him. Instantly he pulled me towards him, kissing me hard and passionately, whispering that we only had fifteen minutes before our absence would be noticed. "Your body is so sexy, so tight and soft. Please, promise me something, he said. You'll give me an opportunity in the near future to spend hours with you". Those fifteen minutes were the most intense of last summer. He slipped my thong off, unzipped my dress, and hurriedly dropped his pants to the floor, revealing his incredibly huge and thick cock. Gary sat on the toilet seat, pulling me toward him as I straddled his lap. He then grabbed me hard by my butt cheeks and rammed his HUGE cock into my ultra-sensitive pussy, bouncing me up and down as his cock plowed deep inside of me and stroked my clit to perfection. His thickness, spreading me painfully open, was intoxicatingly pleasurable as he filled my narrow pussy to overflowing. Sliding in and out as he bounced me on his cock, my juices gushed and slurped as he squeezed tightly and deeply into my pussy. My swollen clit was so energized and sensitive that I could barely contain myself from screaming. His kisses were hot and smothering and his hands twisted and squeezed my sensitive nipples. I could feel every centimeter of his pulsing, fat, hard cock as he rotated it around my tight pussy, pleasuring my clit as he has done before, and gave me the "fucking of my life". He was like a man possessed by pent-up desires, knowing we only had a few minutes, and wanting to make the most of this fortuitous, but dangerous opportunity. It was truly more than I ever expected, as a flood of multiple orgasms came over me and I begged him to hurry and cum inside of me before we were discovered. I was in such a vulnerable position with my legs spread apart as I straddled him, his cock so deeply buried inside of me. His hands spread my butt cheeks as he grinded and kept me pinned on his huge cock. The head of his penis pounded against my cervix, trying to inch into it. The rush of his hot milky cum, so deep, so hot inside of me, as he muffled his moans and pulled me down hard on his engorged cock. He pounded and rammed against my tender cervix wall. "God", I thought, "What have I been missing all these months!" He slowly lifted me off his cock, and the void I felt as he exited only made me realize how HUGE his cock had been. My pussy dripped with his cum and felt strangely empty after his intense assault into my deepest recesses. Hurrying to get dressed and trying to regain my composure, my legs were rubbery and his cum dripped into my soaked thong. My flushness was so obviously apparent, I ushered him out of the bathroom as I waited several minutes before exiting. As I sat on the edge of the bathtub, my mind wandered as the ache deep inside of my gooey pussy quivered and pulsated. Sore, rubbed raw, my nipples aching from his squeezing and twisting, and the aroma of his cologne covering my body, I felt so wicked. But, the memory, the sensation of exhilaration, the daring, and the orgasmic fatigue I had experienced only buoyed my spirits and I confidently exited the bathroom. The party continued, mostly conversation about the new house and great view, as we ate outside on the patio and sipped Margaritas, while the men continued to admire as they tried to not alarm their own wife's jealousies. I heard one of the women say to the group: "Don't forget, we have tickets tonight for the concert at 8PM at the casino, and most of us are going as had been planned". That started a discussion as Gary and one of the husbands offered their tickets to anyone wanting to go in their place, complaining that they would rather stay at the house and watch a ballgame, as my husband and another lady opted to go in their place. "We'll be back around 11PM". That left me, Gary, one husband, and another couple as the group departed. The couple soon decided to head home, and I was invited to watch the ballgame with the two guys. I suddenly felt a rush of anticipation as they ushered me to the sofa where we had another drink and watched the ballgame together. "Would you like a tour of the house?" Gary asked, as John remained sitting on the sofa. As we headed up the stair to the second floor, I could sense Gary's eyes on me, and I wished right then I hadn't been wearing my thong, for it would have been fun to see his reaction. Nothing was said, but there was profound sense of attraction between us, as we stared into each other's eyes and walked between the rooms, finally entering the master bedroom with a huge king sized bed. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he pointed out the hot-tub from the bedroom window. I leaned back against him, feeling his hands wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him. He is so handsome and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, his erection pressing against me, and his fingers casually dancing along my waist and lower back. If only he'd kiss me now I thought. I heard him whisper to me: "Do you feel as aroused as I do right now"? "Yes, and I am quickly losing my will power, for the feel of your hands on my body is driving me crazy". With that honest comment, he pulled me even harder against his erection, pressing me against the bedroom window, and unzipped the back of my dress, sliding the straps off my shoulders as my dress fell to the floor. His hands went right to my nipples as he kissed the back of my neck, continuing to pin me against the window as he moved his hard erection along the crack of my butt. I still hadn't kissed him and was dying to turn around and feel his body and hands all over me, but he already had me beyond arousal. I could feel my thong growing wet and sticky as he squeezed and pinched my sensitive nipples. He pulled my thong down as his hand slid up my legs, opening them wider as he found my swollen clit and began to work magic on it. This caused me to moan and gyrate my hips as he pleasured me so skillfully. Momentarily I felt his hands and body pull away, and then the feel of a naked man came up against me, as he turned my head and kissed me long and passionately, sliding his cock between my legs. It was John, Gary's friend, equally handsome and with quite a sizeable cock, as he held me around the waist and slid his cock long and fast along my wetness, twisting my head to kiss him and feel his probing tongue. John pulled me away from the window as I felt Gary begin to suck and nibble on my nipples, slowly lowering his hot mouth down my stomach until he found my swollen clit and began to suck and tongue it to perfection. "Put your hands on the end of the bed and grab on tight", I heard them say. Gary positioned himself on the floor as he continued to suck and press tantalizingly against my clit, opening my pussy lips with his fingers just as John rammed his hugeness inside of me. They began a most overpowering and sensual love-making, making me orgasm with an intensity that rocked me from my toes to the top of my head. They took turns with me, each taking a turn sucking my clit as the other fucked me from behind, and then announced that there was just enough time for "one more explosive fucking with each", as they both exploded inside of me and filled my pussy to overflowing. John, handing me my dress, as we heard the clock chime 11PM, took my thong and soaked them by rubbing them over my pussy, slipped them inside his pocket and told me he "wanted to fantasize about me later while smelling the aroma of our sexual passion". Gary, having remained verbally silent the whole time, grabbed me one more time, kissed me long and hard, and then whispered, "NEXT TIME WE'RE GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT TWO COCKS CAN DO SIMULTANEOULSY!" The phone suddenly started to ring, as Gary went to answer it. "No problem, we're still watching the ballgame, so we'll see you when you get back". "That was John's wife," he said. The group is heading for drinks in town and won't be back until later. Then my cell phone rang: "Just checking on you, and if you get bored, ask the guys to take you to bed", my husband said. "I'm not bored at all. The guys have been very hospitable", I commented. "Well", the guys said, "It looks like we have time to play longer now, if you're up for another round?" My mind was already on fire and barely able to contain my enthusiasm over having more time alone with them. They definitely had plans already for me, as we hurried back upstairs. John, the more adventurous and daring of the two, and certainly hung like the man I've always fantasized about, wasted no time in removing my dress and laying me down on the bed where I began to suck Gary's cock. "On your knees and open your legs wide", he commanded. One finger, then two, and then three. "My, aren't you wet and more pliable now", as he pushed four fingers inside of me, and began twisting and stroking my pussy with his hand. "I like that and it feels so full and rubs my clit just right", don't stop. Make me cum with your hand". Damn it was hard to concentrate with Gary's cock in my mouth while he was squeezing and twisting my nipples, and John working magic on my clit and pussy. I was moaning and feeling an orgasm building, when John started tonguing my ass hole, sending quivers throughout my body. A finger slid into my ass hole just as I climaxed again, and the sensation was more intense than before. John pushed both his hand and his finger hard inside of me driving me to orgasmic convulsions, as I tensed and pushed hard against his probing hand and finger. Feeling John slide his hand and finger out of my holes was almost a let down, especially after having orgasmed so intensely. I felt "empty" and desirous of being filled again. "Get on top of Gary, straddle his cock and stay on your knees", John commanded again. Gary slipped inside of me with ease, as I ground my pussy hard over his cock, wanting to regain that feeling of fullness and depth. John grabbed me by my hips and slid a finger back into my ass hole and told Gary to slide his cock just to my pussy opening. As John pushed his cock along side of Gary's, together they pushed until both were barely inside of my pussy. With a simultaneous push, they forced both their cocks inside of me and began a fucking of extreme proportions, stretching and pounding me from every centimeter, as they rocked and stroked deeper into my shallow depths. John kept his finger in my ass hole intensifying the sensations, while Gary had his hand on my clit the entire time, driving me mad with desires and pleasures as together they worked in unison on me. "Hurry I told them, I can't wait any longer! I'm going to orgasm again". "Good", I heard John say, "Now you're ready for the next round, and it's going to be even better than you can imagine". With that comment, out came his cock from my pussy, leaving Gary to pick up the pace, when I felt John's hand again on my hips and his huge cock pushing and working it's way into my ass hole. Nothing in my life had prepared me for that experience! Two men, intent on making me scream and orgasm, violated every inch of my body as they fucked me so completely that I lost all touch of reality and let them consume me until I was so sore and fatigued that they could have done anything to me thereafter. I laid there afterwards, feeling both my pussy and ass hole quivering and sore, my juices and their cum dripping from both orifices, and smelling the delightful, intoxicating aroma of sex covering the bed. They helped me get dressed again, my legs shaking and quivering as I tried to stand, my nipples tender and swollen, and a stickiness between my legs that kept dripping down my legs, reminding me of how many times they had fucked me that night. John went outside to meet his wife, Kim, who had driven to the house with Scott. The other guests had apparently driven to their respective homes. I learned later that Gary and John had set this night up together, and that Kim was actually a part of it. She had unzipped my husband's trousers and pulled out his cock not five minutes away from the casino parking lot. Kim had asked Scott to park in the Payson city park before driving the hill to Gary's house. She gave Scott a blowjob in the front seat of the truck. As I walked into the living room, Gary told me to wait for him out on the balcony naked. I walked to the balcony, dropping clothes as I went. As I went outside I turned and saw John leaning against his car with Kim bent over giving him a blowjob. Scott was standing behind her with his cock in hand. I watched on as Scott's cock disappeared into her, her body tensing, the sounds of her groaning filling the driveway. I could see him stretching her. The sight of her firm body taking and being fucked by my husband's cock seem surreal. His hands roamed over her body as he for the first time felt her firmness, felt her erect nipples and felt her tense stomach. As his hands ran down her inner thighs, he pushed fully into her and began fucking her like it was something he had wanted to do for a long time. Kim grunted and her face grimaced as her body took my husband's big cock. I watched as Scott fucked her to orgasm, her body shaking and writhing against his, her face contorted as she raised her head and told us in a husky voice, "I'm cummming". She screamed loudly from the pleasure of his deeply imbedded cock. I was standing there nude, watching my husband fuck the other woman. Gary had me stand up and go to the rail, while he spread my legs and took me from behind. I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach his out stretched erection, my breasts pressing against the railing, and his cock sliding part way between my legs. His manhood felt excellent pressed against my clit. The pressure was light but unyielding. I lowered myself back down to the deck taking pleasure in the upward pressure his straining cock put on me. I reached between us and took his cock in my hand, guiding it to my moist pussy. I bent over slightly, easing back onto his thick cock. I moved back and forth on him, easing him in and out of my pussy. I loved the way he filled me up inside. It's not that Gary is so long, but he is also thick. I continued to move faster against him as he thrust deeper inside me. I stood up against him and let him thrust into me. He reached around my body and fondled my tits, rubbing and kneading them with his hands. I love the way he feels entering me from behind. Fuck, I was so hot that I started cumming almost right away. He continued to thrust inside of me, his strokes becoming longer and deeper as I became more and more aroused. He stopped and whispered into my ear, "Turn around and face me," as he withdrew from my wet pussy. I turned around and looked into his eyes, then reached down and took him in my hands. He took my hands from around his cock and placed them around his neck without saying a word. He lifted me one leg high from behind the knee and pulled me close. He lined his cock up with my neatly shaved pussy and entered me. I was turned on by his innovation, and enjoyed standing up while he came inside me. "Hold on to me tightly," he whispered to me. I firmed my grip around him, wondering what he was going to do next. He reached down and caressed my ass down the back of my thigh, and picked me up off of the deck all together. He slid his hands down to my ass cheeks and controlled the speed of his thrusts by holding me away from him, or bringing me close. He was in complete control over me and I got wet at the thought of it. His thrusts were deep inside of me, as I was spread wide in front of him. I gave in to the pleasure I was having and allowed the waves of ecstasy to wash over me. I came hard on his cock, and bit into his shoulder as I climaxed, drawing blood and causing him to cry out in excitement. He kissed me and slowed his thrusts as the swells of excitement subsided, and I returned the kiss enthusiastically. He lowered me to the edge of the rail, and broke the kiss. I looked into his eyes and breathing hard said, "That was amazing. Holy shit, that was amazing." I kissed him again and felt my pussy contract hard around him. I couldn't tell but I didn't think he had cum again. "Let's go to your bed, " I said to him. He let my legs down and pulled out of my warmth. He offered me his hand and he helped me to my feet. I took his cock in my hand and led him to the bedroom. I could feel Gary's eyes watching my ass as I walked. I knew he loved to watch me walk, especially when I am not wearing anything. I could feel his prick straining under my grasp. I laid him down on the bed and moved next to him, kissing his chest and up to his face. I nibbled his ears and kissed behind them, just the way that makes him moan. I kissed back down his chest and straddled him while he lay on his back. I reached between my legs and stroked his cock against my wet slit, as I moved over top of him and slid down over his cock. I positioned my hands on his chest and pitched back and forth over him, enjoying the way his chest felt in my hands. The muscles were hard, and his skin was slightly hairy, and wet from our sweating. He smelled clean, like soap and I inhaled his scent, deeply. He caressed my thighs as I rode him, his rough and calloused hands moving easily over my smooth skin. I could hear him breathing heavier and moaning, as I rode him faster. I hoped he could hold out a little longer, I wanted to cum again, but I knew I wasn't ready. "You feel so good," he moaned to me, "Your so wet and tight." Getting Reacquainted He moved his hands up to my hips, returning my thrusts in time and pushing down. I could feel him getting close to cumming, his cock swelling and getting even bigger. I moved my hands to either side of his head, positioning my breasts in front of his face. He drew my left nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it, biting gently. I could feel the climax building inside of me again. Gary moved his hand up my side, cupping my breast as he lightly sucked and licked. I wondered if he could feel my body, as it was getting ready to climax, the way I could his. His groans became louder and I reached up and touched the bite mark on his shoulder, feeling the teeth marks and dried blood under my fingertips. His sucking became more insistent and harder as I touched his shoulder. He moved his mouth to the fleshy spot just above my nipple and began to suck and nibble me. He stopped and I looked down at myself, seeing he was beginning to leave a hickey on my chest. I moaned when I saw it, and he began to suck and lick me again. I continued to ride him faster and faster. "Are you soon ready," I asked him. He responded by thrusting his cock deeper inside me and sucking even harder on my chest. I put my hands back on his chest, and closed my eyes, loving his thickness deep inside me, and his mouth working on the front of me. I moaned out loud and felt the wetness seep from inside of me, coating his balls and rubbing on my ass. The warmth and wetness was more than Gary could take and I felt him shoot his load deep inside of my pussy. After the first shot of cum, my eyes flew open and I felt my pussy contract around him, squeezing his cock and milking even more cum out of his swollen member. I screamed with passion and continued to ride him until the spasms of passion abated. I lay down on top of him, resting my head on his shoulder, enjoying his arms around me once more. Getting Reacquainted Here is the next part of "Welcoming the Fleet Home". If you have not read it yet, it gives background information on the characters. * My husband, Jay had been home for just a couple days after being away for 8 months and we were getting used to each other again. One of the hardest things for a military wife, after the separations, are the reunions. It takes a few days to get used to having your loved one home after such a long separation. It's the little things like closet space, toothpaste tubes, and deciding what's for dinner that couples argue about. We both had the rest of the week off from work and were looking forward to making up for some of that lost time. Let me rephrase that, you can never get the lost time back; you just have to make what time you have as good as it can be. And that is what we set out to do....... I woke up tightly spooned, my back to his front, his arm wrapped around me and his penis hard against my bottom. "This is the way I want to be wake up everyday, I like living in Hawaii a lot more now that you'll be home for awhile" I purred. Jay responded by kneading my breast and nuzzling me. His "stiffy" was burrowing in the space between my ass cheeks, moving slowly up and down. He pinched a nipple and a lightening bolt of feeling went straight to my pussy, making it clench and moisten. "Remember that you said that you'd like to expand our sex life, try some bondage and other kinky stuff, maybe anal?" he asked slyly. "Uh huh." "I think I'd like to start today" he said, as he pushed harder against my backside. "How do you like this?' I couldn't see his face, but I knew from the sound of his voice that he had one eyebrow raised. I stiffened as I felt his cock nearing my little pink anus. "I'm not sure if I am ready for that yet," I said in a little voice, "but I promised I wouldn't say "no" again, so if that's what you want, baby, I'll do it." I have to tell you I was a little scared at that point and tensed up. "Just checking, to see if you mean what you said," Jay chuckled. In a more serious voice, "That ass will be mine soon, but for now, turn around." I rolled over to face him and he kissed me, long and deep. He shifted again and pulled me so I was on top; I rose up and moved my hips over his stiffy. I lowered my hips down, enveloping him inside of my waiting pussy. "Oh, baby, I feel like Goldilocks....you're not too big and you're not too small, but you're just right." I said in a little girl voice. He laughed out loud, "I missed your sense of humor." I rocked my hips in an undulating motion, rubbing my clit on him with each forward movement. I was getting there and Jay could feel it. He grabbed my ass and started increasing his speed and depth. I ground down with each stroke trying to get him even further inside me. I grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled him down tight as a rolling orgasm took me. I don't think we could have been any closer, but I wanted him to be part of me. I didn't want to know where one of us ended and the other started. Volcanic waves of heat emanated from the place where skin met skin. He came, pounding hard, unintelligible sounds coming from deep inside him. He shot three times and then his whole body shivered. As he caught his breath, I giggled. "What's so funny?" "Oh you know...I was just thinking we're gonna "live happily ever after", but I don't think Goldilocks did that. I think she ran away, probably screaming her head off. Don't worry though, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me" We snuggled for a few more minutes before getting up. "Come on baby, I'll wash your back.....and front," I called over my shoulder as I entered the bathroom. "Ya know, this shower is pretty small, but I think we can make the best of it," Jay said as I turned on the water. "Hold on, I want to watch you shave your pussy." He sat down on the toilet. I stood in the tub, with one foot on the edge. This was my chance to play with him a little and to be a tease. I grabbed my shaving cream, spritzed a mound into my hand, and slowly rubbed it around my mons and bikini area, and back towards my anus. I moaned a little and shimmied, really played it up. "Hand me the razor, its right behind you." "This pink one?" "Yeah, I figured you wouldn't grab it on accident and dull it before I got to use it." I took the razor in one hand and used the other to manipulate my skin and spread my legs wider. I was not only trying to position my skin to get the best shave, but to make it so Jay could see as much as possible. "So, you like the view?" I turned and gyrated a little. "Ya wanna feel how smooth it's getting?" "Oh yeah......." He replied, not taking his eyes off me. I leaned toward him and backed away at he last minute "Oops, not yet...I'm not quite done. " I teased him as I rubbed all over my creamy mound. "Mmmm, God that feels so good, you're gonna love it." It was time to rinse and I grabbed the handheld shower head, turned the water back on and adjusted the head to pulse. I held it between my thighs, shooting right at my clit, moaning and writhing. I could see his dick was swelling, "mission accomplished" I thought to myself. "Ok that's enough, move over and let me in." He took the shower head and replaced it with his fingers. "Let me inspect your work," his voice rumbled in my ear, as his hand rubbed all over my most private area. It was heavenly and I decided to reciprocate, filling my hand with more shaving cream. I grabbed his stiff shaft and started pumping with the shaving cream as a lubricant. After a few minutes of mutual masturbation, I started to pant and my clit got rock hard and...... He pulled his hand away, "I can be a tease too, but you might not like it." Big sigh! "No baby don't stop now, I am so close." "I know, and you told me on the day I got home that you wanted me to dominate you. Rule number one, your orgasms belong to me." "What?" I was a little shocked at what he just said. "I say when you can cum, we are going to practice some control," "Ok can I come now???" I still had his dick in my hand and gave it a little squeeze, rubbing it throughout this entire conversation. He said "Not yet," as he replaced his fingers and started to play with my clit again. "You look awfully smug" I told him and he just smiled. I got really close again, and he paused once more, starting up after about 30 seconds. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Cum for me baby." This time I came hard, leaning into his arms and shuddering, warm water cascading down over my shoulders. This set him off and he spurted into the small space between us. The water started to cool down so we quickly finished rinsing off. He silently wrapped a towel and his arms around me, and just held me for a minute. "Do you realize how beautiful you are?" "Yeah, right! I am 15 pounds over weight, my eyes are too dark for the rest of my features and my hair gets frizzy." He pulled my towel off and replied "No, you are beautiful. Let me tell you what I see. You are curvy in all the right places, your beautiful chocolate eyes pull me in every time I look at you. In love how your hair looks right after we get out of bed, kinda tousled and sexy. Your breasts are gorgeous. And now you have a bare pussy. I am the luckiest man in the world." Looking into his eyes I knew he meant every word he said. "No, I am the luckiest woman alive, because you love me." We toweled each other off and started to get dressed for the day. "So what are we going to do today? I was hoping we could head over to the North Shore watch the surfers and have a picnic," I asked as were getting dressed. "We might have to wait until tomorrow on that. I have a few errands to run, and I have to drop some stuff off on the ship. It will be pretty boring, so you might as well stay home. Why don't you get us some breakfast," he said over his shoulder as he left the bedroom "I thought you had the rest of the week off, and we were going to spend it together," I was surprised at the tone of his voice when he had just been so gentle a few minutes before. "I do, honey, don't worry," he sounded more like himself this time, "I just have a few things to do. We'll have all afternoon and evening tonight, and we can picnic tomorrow, ok?" "How about making your famous pot roast for dinner? I missed your home cooking, the food on the ship doesn't suck, but it gets pretty monotonous," he said with a big smile. "Ok, what time do you want to plan on eating?" I asked. "How about 5:30, or 6," he replied. We had a quick breakfast and he took off to get his "errands" done. I spent the day catching up on tidying up the house and doing laundry. I found myself daydreaming and decided to 'set the scene' for some after-dinner fun. I made up the bed in our best linens, which smelled amazing. I hang my laundry out on a line. I know, not very practical, but we have plumeria trees, and the scent wafts through the linens as they dry. No chemicals can reproduce that smell. I sat candles around the room. By the time he got home, the house was spotless, the laundry put away, the wine chilling, the table set, and dinner was in the oven. He brought in some bags, but refused to let me look inside. We had over an hour until dinner so I asked him about his day, and all those important 'errands' he had to take care of without me. "So where all did you go today?" I was curious, and he knew it. "I went to the ship and took care of some reports. I took some things to the cleaners...., went downtown to do some shopping." "So what did you get?" I was secretly wondering if it was for me. "You'll see after dinner, and not before," he told me firmly. I gave up for now, knowing that he wouldn't budge and give something away. I would just have to wait. I took care of the last minute details for dinner, and before long we were sitting at the table eating. We talked about the other things we wanted to do while has was still home. We decided on a few days at one of the resorts, a drive around the island, and some touristy stuff like a pineapple plantation. As dinner wound down Jay excused himself from the table," I'll be right back, you stay put." He came back with a small box, wrapped in silver paper. "I thought I'd pick you up a little something to show you how much I appreciate you." I took the box and ripped the paper off. I opened the box, inside was a gold swirly heart with a small emerald at the center and a pair of emerald studs. "Oh honey, they are beautiful. You shouldn't have spent the money, but I'm glad you did!" I couldn't stop smiling. He took the necklace and placed it around my neck, leaning in and kissing me as he did. I put the earrings on and went to the mirror to look. The set was beautiful, it was not large or flashy, but it suited me well. "Let me help you clean up the kitchen," he offered, "and we can finish off this wine while we are at it." "Sounds good to me," I replied as I took the glass. We made quick work of the mess and started to go into the living room, but he kept walking. "I've got something else for you," he said holding his hand up to indicate that I should stay right there. After a few minutes he came out with a large gift box. "I am making up for lost time, so don't worry about money or anything like that. Let me indulge you" "Ok," I replied sheepishly. He knew me too well and I would worry about the amount of money he was spending. The military isn't known for its exorbitant pay and we frequently struggled. I opened the box and wrapped in tissue was a green satin corset with garters, a matching thong, and black stockings. "Go try them on, and come out and model for me," he said with a grin from ear to ear. The corset was a perfect fit. It was cut low across the bust, just revealing the tops of my areolas. One quick move and I'd be totally exposed. The front had small pearl buttons as decorations, and it really closed in the back with hooks and laces. The thong was tiny, green satin with ribbon ties on each side. I rolled up the stockings and fastened them to the garters, and slipped into a pair of black 3 in. heels. Walking in to the living room I did a little pirouette. His eyes took in everything and he motioned for me to turn again. "Thank you so much, it really is gorgeous," I told him as I walked closer, "Let me see if I can show you just how much I like it." "Oh you will, trust me," he said with absolute certainty. I knew from the tone of his voice that he still had something up his sleeve. As I got closer he pulled me down to his lap. He started by kissing just below my ear, then around to my chin and the up to my mouth. He nipped my lips, and then gently sucked my tongue into his mouth, moving it in and out, like my tongue was fucking his mouth. It was so erotic and I could feel it all the way to my pussy. We kissed back and forth like that for several minutes. He pulled away and gently pushed on my shoulders, forcing me down so my head was closer to his lap. I grabbed the front of his pants and rubbed him through the fabric, before I pulled down the zipper. "Why don't we just get rid of these all together" he said as he stood and slid his pants down, I scooted back to give him some room, but as soon as his pants were off I leaned again and began kissing his cock at the base, fondling his balls with one hand. I then, licked the underside with my flattened tongue, from base to tip. After repeating this several times I put the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. My favorite part is the little piece of soft skin just under the head, I love pulling it into my mouth and rolling my tongue across it then nipping it lightly before I let it go. Grabbing his cock in one hand I pumped, while I continued to play with the head. It was obvious that he wanted more so I removed my hand as he placed his hands on either side of my head, holding it place while his cock moved in and out of my mouth. As the pace quickened, his hands got tighter and he started fucking my face. I have a small mouth and this is hard for me, and I gagged several times. He paused, "do you want to quit?' I just shook my head "no" and continued working on his cock. I wrapped my arms around his thighs, grabbed his ass, and pulled him in tight. His cock was getting larger and he was pumping harder. I wasn't sure if I could make it; his rigid cock was hitting the back of my throat. It starting launching cum and I swallowed almost all of it, a little spilling out on my face. He pulled me up and we went in to the bedroom. Another box was on the bed. He told me to close my eyes and I felt him place a blindfold on me. I then felt soft cuffs applied to my ankles and wrists. I started to say something, but he put his finger to my mouth and I heard, "Shhhh, you must remain silent". He backed me up to the edge of the bed and helped me down. I was positioned so my hands and legs were each stretched toward a different corner of the bed, but I was lying across it with my head and pussy facing the sides of the bed. It felt like he sat on the edge of the bed between my legs and I felt a pillow being put under my ass. His weight shifted on the bed, and I tilted my head to try and hear what was going on. I felt light touches moving from one of my ankles up to my thigh, just shy of my pussy. The touches were repeated on the other leg, but whatever was touching me continued to move up this time. It stopped just above my clit and lightly rubbed using a circular motion. Then all movement ceased. I was straining to hear anything at all, but there was nothing. This went on for several moments, before he started up again. My breasts were being tapped with something flexible. It was moving around the breast in a circular motion getting closer to the nipple. I almost screamed when the thing came down and flicked the nipple hard. So far everything had been gentle and soft, but that sure wasn't. He repeated the process with the other breast, but when it came time to flick me hard, nothing happened. I had tensed up waiting for it, but now relaxed. As soon as I let my breath out the swat came. I squealed, it was worse that the last one. I felt a finger enter my pussy, "You must be enjoying this, 'cuz you are soaking wet." I could feel him moving on the bed, he took my breasts in his hands and rubbed then gently, tweaking the nipples and rolling them in his fingers. He took them one at a time into his mouth and sucked on them, licking the areola hard. I still had on my corset. His hand moved slowly over the satin and dipped down between my legs. He buried two fingers in my cunt, and started to finger fuck me. He had one breast in his mouth, one in his hand and the other hand was deep inside me, fingers curled up searching for my g-spot. "Remember, you may not cum until I give you permission," he reminded me, taking his mouth from my breast and then replacing it. I was so wound up at that point anything would have set me off. Taking shallow breaths I was concentrating, trying to keep the orgasm at bay. He removed his hand and mouth from my breasts, but continued tormenting with his fingers. I felt the slap of what ever it was that he was swatting me with. I still couldn't imagine what it was, but it stung. He started raining little stings all over my thighs, harder and harder. The pain was sharp and intense and at the moment I felt I could stand no more I heard him say, "Cum for me now". My mind was confused by the pain and the pleasure all mingled together, muscles convulsing deep in my womb began to spread to my entire body. My body bowed up, muscles tight all over, toes curling, fingers grasping for something to anchor me to this world. I knew that if I did not hang on I would snap like a taut rubber band and fly away. Jay continued to stroke my g-spot with one hand and wrap the other one around my shoulders. I screamed and shook, and then the sound coming from within me became low and guttural, with every breath, every contraction of muscle. I rode waves of sensation, nothing else existing but the two of us and this bed. Then I shattered into a thousand little pieces. Jay wrapped his arms around me and I began to sob. "Oh god, ..... honey..... are you ok? What did I do?" he couldn't understand why I was crying after what looked like the best orgasm in my entire life. "S'ok.....wait," I tried to catch my breath know I was scaring him. He quickly undid the cuffs on my wrists and gathered me up in his arms gently rocking until my breathing became more regular. I still had tears running down my face and he tried to kiss them away. "Baby, I am not sad, and not hurt. It was amazing. It was more than any other orgasm I've ever had. I don't have words to explain it. It went deeper and pulled something out of my soul that I've never felt before." I don't think I could express how I was feeling at the point, but I tried. Jay was beaming, now that he knew I was ok. "What parts did you like the best?" he asked as he took the cuffs off my ankles. "The mixture of pain and pleasure was tremendous. I really like the feeling of losing control and giving it all to you." I went on, "Being blindfolded made me use my other senses, and I liked that, too." "What were you smacking me with?" I asked. He showed me a long, thin, flexible whip with two thin pieces of leather at the end. "It's a riding crop. I ordered it from a tack shop on line while the ship was out. I dreamed about laying this across you ass." "Did it work as well as you thought it would?" I asked. "It was even better that I expected it to be, look at the beautiful marks on you thighs." "Are you going to use it on me again?" "Let's take a little break, and let you rest a bit, and then we'll see what develops. Do you want another glass of wine?" he asked as he got up. Getting Reacquainted "Sure, all that heavy breathing makes you thirsty." We went back into the living room, sat on the couch, snuggled and had our wine. I turned so I was facing Jay, with my legs up on the couch. After some heavy kissing, I could tell he was getting hard, and he had given me such a wonderful orgasm, I felt I owed him a good one back. I slid off the couch and sat on my knees in front of him. Leaning in I pulled on his legs to give me more access to his cock and balls. I massaged his ball sack and took his cock as deep as I could in long slow strokes with my mouth. "Why don't we move this back into the bedroom?" he said. So I got up and followed him. As we entered the room he said, "There is one more thing I want to do for you, but first we have to take your corset off." I turned so he could undo the hooks and laces. As he did that he kissed my back and shoulders. When it was completely off, he grabbed my ass with one hand and wrapped the other around my shoulder, one hand fingering my asshole and the other grasping a breast. Leaning down he caressed my neck and ears with his mouth. Ok, this was really making me hot again, and thought I was done for the night. We moved toward the bed. "lie down, let me rub your back," he said as he grabbed some massage oil form the dresser. He oiled up his hands and started with my neck and shoulders. He worked down each arm, and then to my back. He poured some oil into the small of my back and worked it in using a circular motion, each time dipping lower on my back to my ass. He rubbed slow and really leaned into it. It was luxurious, and I felt so pampered. I was really going to sleep good tonight. Who wouldn't with an earth shattering orgasm, good wine and a massage? He skipped the rest of my ass and moved straight to my feet and worked his way back up to the tops of my thighs. He leaned over my ass and started biting me. Not breaking the skin, but a real bite. After each bite he would rub or lick over the spot. He alternated between biting and rubbing my ass for several minutes. Grabbing the oil again he poured more into the small of my back and moved so that he was hitting the crack of my ass, and the oil was dripping towards my pussy. He shifted so he was at the foot of the bed leaning over me and caressing my thighs and ass. He moved up farther on my back and got up on the bed so he could reach. Soon he was prone on my back and was rubbing his whole body against mine. The feeling was incredible, and I was so relaxed, I didn't anticipate what was to come next. He spread my legs apart with his knee, and moved his cock in the crack of my ass, coating it with the oil he had dribbled there. His back was arched and he just kept the rubbing light and easy. I started to moan and grind my pelvis in the bed under me. He picked up the pace and rubbed harder. He paused and took his oil coated fingers and placed one at my anus, rubbing in small circles. I was so relaxed that his finger slipped right in past the first knuckle. He pumped it loosening up the hole even more and put a second finger in. He held still for a moment to let me get used to the feeling and gently moved both fingers in and out of my tight ass. He pulled his fingers out leaving me aching for something to take their place. I was humping the bed below me, rolling my hips. He lay back on top of me and matched my movement. The head of his penis slipped past my sphincter and with every forward movement he pushed in just a little more. Before I knew it I could feel his pubic hair against my ass. It was a slow easy fuck, just us moving in tandem. We had both cum earlier and there was no rush. His hands moved up and caressed my breasts from the sides. I reached my hand underneath me to stroke my clit and as I got closer to an orgasm we sped up together. It was the most loving, gentle sex we had experienced in a long time. I could feel his dick getting larger and pumping faster and I met each down stroke with an up stroke of my own. I was fucking him back, and loved the slap of his balls against my clit. I started to cum first and my muscles tightening around his stiff cock pushed him over the edge. As we came down for the orgasm we stayed in place. I loved the feel of his body trapping mine below it. We fell asleep like that. Sometime during the night his flaccid penis slid out of me and he rolled off. I curled into his body heat, and had the best night's sleep ever. My ass was his, and I loved every minute of it. Getting Reacquainted I made her stop and get off. She laid on her side and I slipped my dick in from the side-saddle position. I cupped her breast as I stroked her and sucked on her neck. After a few minutes I rolled on top of her and laid on her back. This was my favorite position. I worked my hand underneath her and made contact with the clit again. "Oh, God! Please, I can't come anymore! I can't." "How many times have you come?" "I don't know," she said. "I stopped counting. . . ." This was a real stroke to my ego but it didn't make me stop. "Give me one more," I said rolling her clit under my finger. "You've got one more." "No. . ." "Yes!" I grabbed her by the waist and got her up on her knees in the doggy style position. I started jabbing my dick deep inside her womb, gently caressing her clit. "One more. Come on, one more." I felt it; the shudder, the sudden flow of moisture. She sighed and pressed her face into the pillow. I started fucking her harder. "Another?" She laughed and started shaking her head. "You don't quit, do you?" "Not yet." I kept at it. I liked watching her ass jiggle. On one particular backstroke my cock fell out. Trying not to break the rhythm, I hurriedly grabbed it and tried to put it back in. I spent a moment wondering why I was having such a hard time when I realized I'd pushed the head of my dick into her anus. I paused to see if she would object but when she arched her back and opened up wider for me I went for it. My dick was still wet from her orgasm a minute ago and it slid in rather easily. I worked it around slowly, gripping her hips. "Goddamn this is good!" Rashida exclaimed, reaching down to finger her pussy. This was it for me. I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust forward and shuddered with my orgasm, pumping one of the biggest loads of my life into my ex-girlfriend's rectum. After it was over I pulled out gently and fell across the bed, exhausted. Rashida had curled into a fetal position and was repeating, "Damn, damn, damn," in a hushed voice. "What's the matter?" I asked. "This wasn't supposed to happen." "What?" "I was horny. I just wanted to have sex with you once for old time's sake. But I never thought it would be this good. Now I'm gonna want to do it with you again." She smiled up at me. "That wasn't my plan." "Sorry. If I'd known, I'd have tried to be more lame." I kissed her and went to the bathroom to wash up. When I came back she was standing up and staring out the window. "What are you looking at?" I asked, coming up and putting my arms around her. "Looking for my roommate. She should be getting home from work any minute now." "Oh." "You should go." "I'd like to stay," I said kissing her neck. "I'd like you to but I don't want my daughter seeing any men spending the night here." I could understand that. I started putting on my clothes, feeling vaguely used. But, hell, we'd used each other. After I was dressed, Rashida walked me to the door. She'd put her sweater and skirt back on. I hugged her in the hallway and asked, "So, will we be seeing more of each other from now on?" "I don't know. Maybe." I kissed her long and hard again. She pressed her pelvis against me and I felt myself start to get hard. I took her hand and placed it against my erection. "You sure you want me to go?" She kissed me again and squeezed my dick through my sweat pants. I hiked her skirt up and dipped my fingers into her pussy. It was a moist as ever. I was just entertaining the idea of turning her around, bunching her skirt up around her waist and fucking her against the wall of the hallway when she pulled away from me smiling, opened the front door and pushed me out of it. "Goodnight," she said. "Yeah. Goodnight." "I'll call you." She blew me a kiss and closed the door. I sighed, smiled and walked to the elevator.