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Steam'd

By: chocolatecherry



I had pushed it too hard. My body ached, my lungs hurt, and my temper, though finally cooled, had won yet again. When Derrick hadn't shown up for our scheduled racquetball match, after a day where our anticipated date had been the only thing keeping me going, I had decided to take the slot anyway. And viciously pounded the ball, over and over, leaving scuff marks and sweat droplets all over the court. I had paid the price now, and was so sore I could barely hobble out of the court and into the shower, rinsing off before heading to the sauna where I planned to let that steamy heat soak into my aching bones. 

With a groan I pushed my hair back out of my face, feeling the warm-ish water slide down over me. The vanilla-sugar scent of my bodywash wafted through the air, comforting me. Derrick used this same scent, which was why I had splurged and bought a bottle of it recently. Just opening the bottle made me think of Derrick's smile, his laughter, and that scent unique to him, which I could pick out with my eyes closed in a room full of people. A slight smile passed my lips before trembling away, and I bit back a sob of frustration.

Thinking of Derrick now made me lonely, achy and depressed. I had so needed him tonight, needed to talk with him, take comfort in just being with him, lose my soul in those big brown eyes. To the world we were close friends. To each other we were so much more – confidante, cohort in crime, best friend. There was a wealth of sexual chemistry between us, but we'd never acted on it, more than some mild flirtation. We'd always found ourselves in relationships at a time when the other was free, and had never managed to hook up. Over the years we had gotten scared to, I think, for fear that the sizzle of chemistry would burn up our friendship and leave it smoldering in the dust.

Turning off the water, I hung my head for a moment, taking a deep breath, feeling my eyelids tremble at the weight of the tears there. I refused to cry though. No matter what my day entailed, I would not let it get the best of me. I was stronger than that. Smarter than that. More capable than that. But oh, how I longed for Derrick's shoulder, his soothing voice, his ability to make me laugh it all off.

Wiping my eyes, I headed for the sauna, towels wrapped around me as I slipped into this co-ed steambox. Luckily it was deserted. Deciding that I could handle still more punishment, I slopped a scoop of water on the glowing rocks, inhaling the steam that roiled up and filled the small, square room. Knowing that the chances of being interrupted were slim, due to the lateness of the hour, I decided to hell with it, and got daringly comfortable. I unwrapped the towel tied at my chest and spread it out on the ledge where I had been sitting. I pulled the other towel from my hair. After giving my long, wet locks a quick fingercomb, I laid facedown on the towel-softened wood and spread the other towel over my naked butt, for modesty's sake, although I knew that if I got caught in the state of undress I was already in, that I would face punishment by the gym. Considering the day I'd had, my decision to flaunt the rules was almost a dare.

I pulled my hair to the side, letting it dangle along the ledge, tendrils curling in the heat. The water sizzled and danced on the stones, lulling me into a dreamlike state. The steam itself softened my aching muscles, the heavy, metallic taste of it calming me, making me languorous and sensitized in a way I'd never felt before. 

With a quiet groan, I rolled over, once again almost daring my day to get worse. I kept the towel around my hips, but left my breasts exposed. My nipples tightened in the steamy, heated air as the heaviness of my full breasts flattened them out on my chest. For once not caring at this unattractive fact of life, I simply ran a fingertip down the shallow concavity between those white orbs, collecting the sweat and mist mingled there. I shivered at my own temerity and shamelessness even while my pussy tingled.

My fingertip slick with moisture, my eyes closed, and my breathing becoming labored, I circled it around first one nipple, then the other, feeling them get harder and harder. My back arched as I pushed into my own caress, a gasp shivering from between my slightly parted lips. I felt wanton, erotic, decidedly sensuous—things I was not used to feeling. Again and again my mind kept jumping back to the fact that I was touching myself in a very public place, and could be busted at any minute. My pussy trembled at this same thought.

My mind slipped into thoughts of Derrick, with his hard, dark body and sexy grin. My nipples throbbed. It had been ages since my last boyfriend, and my body ached for the feel of a man's touch on my skin, his lips on mine, his fingers holding my wrists over my head as he alternately fucked me and made love to me, making me gush all over him. Images of Derrick streaked through my tired mind, his touch being what I now craved, his darkness contrasting with my pale skin. This was new, thinking of Derrick this completely, craving his touch, his voice, his scent. My mind was too tired to maintain the barriers that our friendship necessitated, and my body was taking full advantage of the fact that my best friend was the sexiest man I'd ever known. I imagined Derrick between my legs, spreading my knees, pressing intimately against me. My hips rocked.

With a groan of pure frustration, I sat up. I couldn't do this. Not only was I pissed at Derrick for not showing up, but I couldn't afford to lose the best friend I'd ever had. Not every guy would willingly pull back your hair as you puked all over his shoes, but mine would – and had. He'd listened to me whine about my job, and had given me advice about men. He'd celebrated my promotions and let me take out my aggressions with life on the racquetball court with him, all without question. Shaking my hair out of my eyes, I stepped over to the grate and poured another dipperful of water over the coals. Realizing the decadence and daring of standing there, completely naked, in full view of the door, I shivered, rubbing my hands over my arms, feeling the goosebumps along my arms and shoulders, my hardened nipples tightening even more. The tug of tightness there, on my sensitive nipples, made my pussy throb, the soft, smooth lips rubbing together in damp slickness.

Returning to my towel, I reclined against the ledge behind me, propping one foot up on the ledge on which I sat. This caused my slick pussy lips to part, and the soft blast of heat against that sensitive skin made me shiver in delight. Decadent, dangerous, this display, even though no one else was around, was driving me mad. I almost wanted someone to see me, someone to touch me, someone to appreciate this naked, warm body so blatantly displayed. My mind kept saying 'someone.' But my heart kept saying 'Derrick.'

I took a quick sip from my bottle of water, and shivered as a drop of the cool liquid splashed from the bottom of the bottle onto my exposed breast. Giving in to the urge, I traced the path of the innocent droplet down along my quivery skin, trailing it over the deep curve of my breast, across my trembling stomach, and into the crease of my pussy. The feeling of that cooled droplet against my aroused clitoris was exquisite.

With a devious smile, I tipped my water bottle up against my neck and let the liquid gurgle over my pale skin, feeling it caress and tease me as it coursed the length of my flushed, heated body. My nipples ached with desire, my pussy pulsed with need. Moaning, gasping, I tipped the bottle up again and again, splashes of water cascading over me, soaking into the towel beneath me, along with the cream from my aching pussy. I had never felt so deliriously wanton, so deliciously bad. Reaching down, I opened my wet, swollen pussy lips and poured the last of my water directly over my throbbing clit, jumping at the temperature difference, spraying my cum everywhere as I orgasmed, loudly. My shrieks and moans echoed around the little room, but I was too far gone to care. 

Laying back on the ledge, I slid my fingers down to my pussy, inserting one finger, two, three. Still my pussy ached, begged to be filled, craved being stretched. I spread my legs wide, one up on the ledge above me, the other dangling, toes brushing against the floor. My back arched sharply, pushing my breasts into prominence. My hair flowed around me, a tangled, chaotic mass of dark auburn strands, the humidity emphasizing their curl. My lips opened, gasping for air as my hips rocked hard against the wooden ledge beneath me.

I inserted another finger, and another, the awkward angle of my fingers lessening their depth, but enhancing the width. This wouldn't do. I needed something in me, something long and thick. I curled my thumb over my clit and buried the rest of my hand deep in my sloppy wet cunt. My legs spread even further apart, and a wail hovered on my trembling lips. A wail of lust, of passion, of frenzied need – which subsided into Derrick's name, chanted over and over in a mindless, abandoned plea for my best friend's touch, his kiss, his cum.

Thighs trembling, chest heaving and mind spiraling out of control, I rested, hot, sweaty and shaken. My fingers stayed inside me, gently squeezed in the aftereffects of my orgasm, my thumb barely skimming the sensitized bud of my clit. I whimpered in anguished embarrassment, unsure why I had so strongly craved my best friend's touch, but knowing that it had given me the best orgasm of my life. It was only when I heard the soft swoosh of the door opening that I remembered my blatant state of undress. With a yelp, I scrambled to wrap my towels around me.

The steam gyrated on invisible currents of air as the door closed, and I felt as much as saw a form standing near me. Head bent to the task of tucking my towel ends into a toga (short thought it may be), I hoped my flushed cheeks would be taken as a sign of the heat and not guilt. I kept my head down, planning a quick escape, but before I could gather my wits to rise from the bench, a deep velvet voice slid over my skin, effortlessly holding me pinned in place.

"Hey, boo."

I gulped, the sound easily audible in the thick air. Derrick's finger slipped under my chin, lifting my face up. His thumb stroked my cheek, sending shivers down my spine, and visibly hardening my nipples. Still panting from the power of my mind-blowing orgasm just moments before, Derrick's skin on mine was sending me into overdrive, each nerve ending screaming to life as the man I had just fantasized about touched me in real life.

"You ok? You feel awful hot," inquired Derrick, ever solicitous. I groaned, frantically searching for an excuse out of this stifling-hot room with its cum-scented steam. A flash of horror crawled over me as I wondered how much, if any, of my nude body he had seen when he walked in the sauna—and even worse, how much he may have heard.

Struggling to maintain my dignity, preserve my pride and keep our friendship intact, I stood up, gasping as the swirling steam made me misjudge the distance and I pressed against him. I scrambled backward, but not before a low moan escaped my lips at the contact of skin against skin. A thousand volts of electricity surged through me as my body responded to my mind's images. A pool of fresh wetness gathered between my thighs, and I quivered with the force of my desire.

"Sorry I'm late," he murmured, that low, sexy voice making my pussy ache. "Was late leaving work, then got a flat. Tried to call," he whispered, his words floating through the swampy air and caressing my skin. In a trance, I felt his hand slip from my cheek to my neck and across my shoulder. His touch electrified me as his fingertips slid down my arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. His fingers tangled with mine, and he raised my hand to his lips, gently kissing th back of my fingers in a courtly, chivalrous gesture that made me melt inside. Shivers tightened my nipples and pressed them against the abrasive texture of my towel, merely heightening my arousal. I began to shake, tremors of need coursing through me, the needs of my aroused body overriding my mind's assertion that friends don't fuck. I pressed slightly against him, feeling his bare chest against the knot in my towel and swells of my breasts just above. 

"Sorry I missed our court time," whispered Derrick, "but I knew you'd be in here." He stepped closer, pressing against me, sending my pulse racing. "I couldn't believe it when I looked in," he continued. "You looked so good, just laying there, all open and eager, so damn sexy."

The mesmerizing fog of his voice and scent dissipated instantly at the realization that he had obviously seen me as I pleasured myself. I whimpered in humiliation and tried to push past him, intent on escape. He let me go as far as our clasped hands would allow, then reeled me back into his embrace, easily catching me as I stumbled against him.

"No, boo. It was good. Sexy," he reiterated, the soft brush of his words against my ear making me gasp in pleasure. Blindly I turned my big blue eyes to his dark brown ones, a thousand emotions churning through me, a thousand questions playing on my mind. Before I could ask any of them, his lips descended, finding a perfect fit in the curve of my own, feeling for all the world as if my lips had been made for just this moment in time, just this man's touch. I gasped in startled pleasure, then groaned as his tongue took advantage of that opening and slipped between my lips to ravage my mouth. Just a flicker at first, my soft noises encouraged him and he pushed further, deeper into me, pressing harder against me at the same time, his hands copping and caressing me now, holding me to him.

Feeling his fingers sliding along the edge of my towel, reality came crashing back.

"Derrick," I murmured, pushing my hands against his shoulders. I lost my train of thought for a moment, riveted by the sight and touch of my best friend's sexy upper body, a body I had bumped against countless time in games of basketball and flag football, but never really appreciated fully until now. I groaned in despair, wondering how many times I'd laid my head against these same shoulders when he pulled me close for a hug, seeing them only for their strength and comfort and not for their sex appeal, as I was seeing them now. 

With a quick shake of my head, I continued. "Derrick," I whispered. "We can't do this. We've been friends too long to do this."

Derrick's fingers slipped along the bottom edge of my short towel, caressing the curve of my butt before skimming up my back. His long fingers tangled in my hair, and I smelled the faint tang of grease where he hadn't been able to scrub it all off after working on cars all day. My heart thudded harder as pure lust zipped through me at this olfactory attack. Many of my most private fantasies revolved around a mechanic who used me roughly, the grease from his hands transferring to my white skin, leaving streaks and smears as a potent reminder of my fantasy lover's control over me. Little had Derrick known, all these years, that his job was one of my biggest turn-ons. 

"Boo, I've wanted to be more than your friend for a long time. But you never seemed interested, so I never pushed. Why do you think I kept going through women, having someone for a while, then looking for someone else? They weren't you. They weren't what I wanted."

My heart stopped, waited, then spun out of control. 

"Derrick – you want me?" I gazed at him in wonder, sure I was imagining this, that my overworked mind had cracked under the strain of a horrific day, and that I would wake up in the local insane asylum, heartbroken.

Derrick's chuckle reverberated against my lips as he pulled me close, showing me the truth in his eyes, in his heart. "Boo, I don't just want you. I love you. I've loved you forever. Kept hoping you'd wake up and see me, but you always found someone else. Made me mad a few times, those losers you kept choosing."

I rested my forehead against his lips, struggling to comprehend this all. My wildest dream, coming true. The thought scared me. Whose dreams ever do come true? No one's. This couldn't be real.

"Derrick, why today? Why are you telling me this now?"

A half-laugh shuddered from Derrick's lips and he pressed my face against his shoulder, his own head tossed back as he took a deep, steadying breath.

"Boo, I started to open the door into this sauna, and heard something that made me freeze. I could see you in here, knew it was you although the steam was so thick you were barely a shape. But I could hear you. That same steam made each noise clear as day, and the sound of you pleasuring yourself and whimpering my name let me know that you have feelings for me, too."

Smiling, he caressed my hair, soothing me. "Nah, baby, don't be embarrassed. It as good," he murmured, correctly interpreting my whimpers of mortification. Pulling my head back, I looked at him, face flaming in the dim light.

"You heard me?" I squeaked.

"Yeah. So sexy, boo. Made me so hard, watching you, hearing you call my name. Wanted to run in here and take you, show you how good it could be between us," Derrick groaned.

Remembering how deliciously wanton I had felt, caressing myself and imagining it to be the touch of this sexy man, I decided to go with my heart for once, sharply ordering my mind to shut up with its incessant worrying. If I were given a lifetime with this man, I would cherish every day. But if I were only to get an hour, then I shouldn't waste it with fears of what might never happen, but should rather enjoy the pleasures of what could happen. Filled with the brazen confidence of a skydiver, I leapt off the edge of reason into an abyss of pure pleasure.

My lips searched out Derrick's shoulder, and I kissed my way along that strong, well-defined curve up into his neck, relishing the scent of soap and sweat that clung to his dark skin. As I nipped along the ropy cords of muscle there, he hissed his pleasure, making my pussy throb in anticipation. I was enjoying this newfound power, and finding pleasure in my best friend's body in ways I had never thought to imagine, even in my wildest fantasies. 

I whispered some of those very same fantasies into Derrick's ear as I caressed it with the very tip of my tongue. His deep groan wrenched an answering sound out of my own throat. His hands tightened on my back, fingers unconsciously digging into me through my towel. I slid my hands over every inch of his chest, and followed them with my mouth. I loved hearing Derrick's sounds of pleasure as I stroked and caressed him, pulling out every trick I knew, hoping to make this an experience he would never forget.

When I finally kissed my way up his chest to his cheek, pressing my hips against him and unknotting my towel, Derrick's rigid control snapped. The man who crushed me to him and devoured my mouth in no way resembled my smooth-talking, easy-going best friend. This man who held me tight and ravaged me was demanding, greedy, and very hungry. Twining his hand through my hair he forced my head back and kissed me, deeper and deeper, until I was gasping for breath, clinging to his shoulders, whimpering in pleasure. Twisting my hair even tighter around his dark fingers, he yanked it back, licking and nipping his way down my neck, making my every nerve burn. 

He nuzzled my neck, whispering sexy, naughty thoughts of what he wanted to do to me, things he'd imagined as payback for all my innocent teasing. I tried to protest that I had been unaware of his interest, but his not-so-gentle shake made me quiet back down. I slipped my left hand to the back of his neck instead, urging him on, caught in my own raging inferno of desire and desperate to slake my need. With a growl low in his throat, Derrick snatched my hand from his nape and wrenched it behind my back, making me cry out more in surprise than in pain. My left hand was quickly joined by my right, and still Derrick bent me back, arching me to his pleasure, the awkward angle halting any further struggles I may have attempted. 


Steam'd



Pushing me backward, Derrick forced me onto the same ledge I'd inhabited before, nudging me until I was arranged to his liking. I felt like the virgin sacrifice on an Aztec alter, a feeling only heightened by the otherworldliness of the steam-filled room. Still Derrick stroked and caressed me, nipped and kissed me, each contact of his body on mine driving me higher and higher into a whirlwind of pure sensation. From our countless conversations and commiserations, Derrick knew well what I liked and didn't like, what my turn-ons were and how best to use them. Having never before touched me in a sexual manner, this man knew me better than I knew myself, and he used every bit of that knowledge to stake his claim on me, to brand me as his.

I gasped in shocked arousal when I felt my best friend's warm, wet tongue slip into the folds of my pussy, licking up the juices that his touch was causing to pour out of me. Flicking my flushed, swollen skin, he zeroed in on my clit and attacked it ruthlessly. His fingers slipped inside my hot, churning wetness, touching me deep, setting of shockwaves of pleasure. After keeping me on edge like that for a few minutes, he added another finger, touching me everywhere, pleasuring each hole. With a cry of pure abandon, I freed my wrists from his grip, shoved his face into me and rode out the fury of my orgasm against the stroke of his tongue and nip of his teeth, sobbing his name over and over. 

Grabbing my hips in his big, capable hands, he slid me down the ledge and onto his hard cock, giving me no time to adjust, slamming completely in on the first stroke, stretching me to fit him and claiming possession of me in that first, strong move. I started cumming as he entered me, and by the time he bottomed out, I was in full-fledged orgasm, writhing and screaming, twisting and bucking, pulling him to me for a kiss and pushing him away so I could breathe. He held still for a moment or two, trying to give me time to adjust to him, but we were to consumed by raw passion for it to work. Animalistic, we growled, nipped, scratched and howled our pleasure. He slammed into me, pounding me, battering me—and I raised my hips up, opening myself wide, offering him more, screeching at him to take me, use me, fuck me. 

A storm raged inside that little room, and Derrick and I were happily caught up in its center. So intense was our first crest that we didn't even slow down to acknowledge the eruption of his boiling seed into the fertile valleys of my womb—instead we kept fucking, albeit a little smoother, a little more compassionately. I lost track of the times I orgasmed, or the number of positions we used. My whole being centered on Derrick, and the unsatisfied little niggling I'd always felt with other men surrendered itself to my black lover as I accepted the rightness of our being together. 

As our pulses slowed and we took the edge off our hunger, we settled against each other, kissing, nuzzling, smiling, whispering our amazement at what we'd found, and how it had come to be. Derrick's strokes grew longer, more languid, a gentle lovemaking that claimed me as surely as had his possession earlier. When we finally pulled away and went to the locker rooms, it was almost an agony to be parted for so long. I kept looking in the mirror as I got dressed, amazed at the new woman who looked back at me, a woman filled with the shine of self-confidence and the shimmer of love. Throwing my stuff in my bag, I blew a kiss at this other me, and hurried out the door, anxious to be back in the arms of the man who was my best friend, lover, confidante and savior, all rolled into one. When I walked out of the locker room and into Derrick's open arms, I didn't know where we would end up – but I knew that any price would be worth it.

**

I look back on that day now, and smile. It had started out as a day from hell, and ended up being the most important night of my life. Derrick and I are one of what seems to be a dying breed—a couple who has stayed together through it all, and never strayed from our love for one another. That's not to say that life has been all peaches and cream – it hasn't. We've had our ups and down, lost jobs, money problems, things like that. But we've survived, and even flourished, because of our devotion to each other. We've been married 17 years, and I still rub his neck when he's had a hard day, setting aside a special time for each other that no one else is allowed to intrude on. Our kids respect this special time as well, and now that they're older, they like to set up dates for us, sending us out on the town and giggling when we come back home, obviously drunk on each other's love. They've heard the story over and over again of how Derrick and I discovered we were meant to be more than friends, and although they don't know the details of that unforgettable encounter, they see the look that passes between their father and I, and know that sometimes the best things in life are the chances taken in the name of love.



Steamed



My wife and I, both 40, have always enjoyed hot tubbing. It started when we were dating. We would grab a bottle of Korbel Brut, reserve a room at a nearby hot tub establishment, and find various ways of getting each other off in the hot bubbly water. Marriage and two children have not stopped us from enjoying hot tubbing and each other. However, one day last winter, changed hot tubbing as I knew it.

Winter in the Northwest is dreary. Cold, wet, rain... On a Monday in January, my wife asked if I would like her to arrange a babysitter after work one night during the up coming week, and reserve an hour hot tub session. Of course, I said, "YES", anticipating a hot, steamy sucking and fucking session. Not a bad way to end a stressful day at work. On Wednesday, she called me after lunch and said she had made a reservation at Elite Hot Tubbing for 5:30pm. I said, "Great!! I'll pick up a bottle of champagne on my way".

Stopped at a traffic light, my mind wandered to thoughts of seeing the steam float off my wife's tits. These thoughts gave me an instant hard on. Although my wife has had two kids, her body is still in great shape. She works out at the YMCA, and it shows. I've always loved her tits. As I pictured myself sucking on them, I heard the car behind me honk. The light changed green, but I was obviously in another place.

I arrived a little late due to rush hour traffic. I expected my wife to be waiting in the lobby, dressed in a tight black outfit. She knows how hot she looks in black. And when I see her in black, I can't control myself. However, when I opened the door, she wasn't in the waiting area. I told the cashier my name and asked if my wife had already checked in. She said, "yes, they're waiting for you in room #1." I didn't think much of it, but as I approached room #1, I heard laughing and giggling. I knocked on the door, and heard my wife say, "who is it?"

I responded with, "it's me honey." A couple of seconds past, the door unlocked and opened slowly. My wife, smiling and standing in front of me naked, steam coming off her hot, wet body, nipples hard from the cool breeze flowing in from the open door, said, "Hi babe! Come in and join us." Us, I thought. As my eyes made their way across the room, I noticed an empty bottle of champagne sitting on the counter, two sets of bras and panties hanging from hooks, and my wife's friend Michelle from California sitting in the hot tub.

Of my wife's friends, Michelle is always the one I have fantasized about having a threesome with. Her looks remind me of my wife. She has brunette hair, piercing eyes, and exudes a strong sexual energy. Not to mention a fantastic body. I've often masturbated, picturing my wife and her locked up in a sixty-nine, and me fucking them both side by side.

My wife, getting cold from the breeze, jumped back into the hot tub and said to me, "Close the door, open that bottle of champagne, get naked and join us". The bulge in my jeans was noticeable, because I heard Michelle tell my wife, "it doesn't look like he's going to need any champagne to get ready". She was right; my wildest fantasy was about to come true. I quickly stripped my unwanted clothing. My cock was hard, and a few drops of pre-cum were glistening on the tip of my swollen head. 

As I opened the champagne, I heard the girls talking about my ass. My wife is (was) fairly conservative. Growing up in a large Catholic family in the Midwest, the thought of sex was more pro-creational than recreational. Let alone sex with another woman. However, She had lived with a girl in college, who according to my wife was for the most part a "lesbian". They played with each other's tits a few times, but that was the extent of it. So this was a surprise to me. I often wondered if my wife was telling me the truth about "just playing with each others tits..."

I filled their glasses and mine, and I joined them in the hot, bubbling water. We drank the champagne and made small talk, and then my wife took the lead. She said to me, "you've appeared to quench your thirst, are you ready for your SNACK?" With that, she raised out of the hot water and sat on the side of the hot tub. Steam was flowing of her hot body. I moved to her and kissed her passionately. She responded by grabbing my hard, throbbing cock. 

I pushed her back on an Exercise mat that I laid out. I glanced over at Michelle. She was watching intently. I bent down over my wife and kissed her erect nipples. I heard Michelle pop out of the water and slide down closer to us. I looked Michelle up and down. She was exactly how I pictured her in my mind. Small, firm tits, with tiny nipples. My wife has large nipples, so this was going to be a "double" treat. Her pussy hair was dark like my wife's, and trimmed just enough to see her clit and pussy lips. God I love a hair pussy! She had begun massaging her clit and fingering herself. 

The smell of sex and chlorine from the hot tub began to envelop the room. I continued sucking on my wife's nipples, and them moved down to her hairy mound. As I ran my mouth over the top of her clit, moans of pleasure escaped from her. I was ready for my "SNACK". As my tongue touched her swollen clit, I heard a loud sound of ecstasy fill the room. I thought it was my wife, but noticed that it was Michelle's cry of pleasure. Her fingers performed magic on her swollen clit, and she was shaking with enjoyment as she reached orgasm. With that, my wife's breathing intensified, each time my tongue massaged her clit and darted in and out of her wet hole. 

My tongue was moving faster and faster. Michelle bent down and started, gently biting my wife's nipples. Between my tongue and her teeth, it wasn't long before she was bucking like a Brahma bull, begging me to fuck her. Her legs stiffened and the shaking of her body created waves in the hot tub, pulsating against my throbbing cock. My wife, obviously in another world, begged Michelle to feel her wet pussy. Without hesitation, Michelle explored my wife's wet snatch and slipped her middle finger into my wife. It was like a hot knife going through butter. Michelle started finger fucking her, and she said to me, "I need to feel your cock in me."

"Please fuck me now!!" Michelle pulled her finger out of my wife, brought it to her nose and smelled her friend's wetness before licking the pussy juice off her finger. While my wife and I watched Michelle enjoying her nectar, I jammed my stiff rod into her. As I started pumping, it almost slipped out because her pussy was so wet. My wife began to hyperventilate, and I knew she was getting close to another intense orgasm. Her eyes opened momentarily as Michelle started to squeeze her erect nipples. My wife returned the favor by grabbing and squeezing Michelle's small tits. Noticing this, while continuing to fuck my wife, I reached over and started rubbing Michelle's clit. 

With my wife squeezing her tits and my finger working its magic on Michelle's love button, it didn't take her long to get fully aroused and close to orgasm. In fact, I could feel my balls fill up quick. Michelle screamed out, "I'm going to come!!" That's all it took for my wife. She yelled out, "I'm coming too. Fuck me! Fuck me!" Both of them started shaking. 

I could feel my wife's pussy squeezing my cock as it contracted in orgasm. I was there too. I started to moan loudly as the first shot of come pumped into my wife. God she was so wet. As I started my second shot, my cocked slipped out of her and shot the next load onto her left tit and the third all over her stomach. Michelle collapsed on top of my wife, her head lying above my wife's tits. She opened her eyes, and noticed the load of cum on my wife. She reached out with her tongue and licked it off my wife's nipple. A smile came across her face, and she said, "You taste as good as Mary."

We all sat back down in the hot tub, eyes closed reminiscing about the most incredible licking, sucking and fucking session we had just experienced. As we showered and dressed, I wondered what the next couple was going to do. The smell of sex we created was still lingering as we left...



Steamed



We strolled over the cobble stoned streets of Florence on the fifth day of our two week's in Italy. Rested and relaxed, my wife Lana looked like a new woman as we browsed the shops and stopped at cafe's for espresso and gelato. We'd been waiting months for this getaway, and the first few days in Rome had not disappointed. We dropped off our bags at the hotel and headed out for a dinner only Italy could offer.

Heading back to our room after, I was anxious to see what the night would hold for us. Our intimacy had picked up considerably, gradually increasing daily with our rest renewing Lana's hunger and energy to that of years past. I had been thinking about her all day and couldn't wait to get back to the room to see what the night would hold.

I poured us both some wine, after which Lana went to change while I turned on the television hoping to find some music channels to set the mood. The channel names were all in Italian, so I had to flip channel to channel to see what was on each. Browsing through, it was clear much of what the hotel had to offer was adult-oriented.

"So that's what you want to do tonight..." said Lana, walking up behind me in her robe and gently rubbing my shoulders."I'm not usually that interested in adult films, but given this week I think I'm game for anything".

While I hadn't intended anything like this, I stopped and thought for a minute before replying. Lana and I really haven't been into watching adult movies throughout our relationship. Maybe this would be an interesting new experience to try out while we had the chance.

We selected a channel and started watching, getting comfortable on the bed. The movie had two executives, a man and woman, speaking in Italian. The scene progressed and they started making out and eventually undressed each other. As the man went down on the woman, another man walked into the office unexpectedly and stopped, startled. He watched for a while and then undressed and walked up beside the woman who grabbed him and started kissing and licking his cock. The first man stopped licking the woman, moved up, and started fucking her.

During the movie I had been continually stroking Lana over her robe and gently kissing her neck. Eventually I worked my hands under the robe to caress and fondle her breasts. Her skin was hot, moist, and electric. I was a little surprised at how excitable she was, and slowly worked my hands down until I reached her neatly trimmed pussy, only to find it sopping wet.

"Wow... this movie's really having an effect on you" I said.

Lana responded "I wasn't expecting to see a woman with two men. I've never really seen anything like this before. Do people do this? Wouldn't you think the guys would be too jealous to share?" 

I knew things like this happened, but never thought much about them myself. Had I known this was going to be the theme of the movie, I might have picked another. But now that we were watching it, it was unexpectedly erotic and sensual. "Some men don't mind" I said. "They find it exciting to share a woman between them. Some men even fantasize about it." With this, I went from rubbing Lana's pussy to slowly inserting a finger into her. She was hotter, looser and wetter than I'd felt her in a long time. As I slowly rubbed inside, Lana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Clearly the combination of the relaxing trip, the wine, the movie and my manipulations were getting to her in all the right ways.

After a few moments Lana opened her eyes, but had a quizzical look on her face as she peered up at me. "Have you ever fantasized about it?" she asked.

"No" I admitted. "It's never even occurred to me." A look of relief came over Lana as she realized I wasn't harboring any such fantasies. "This movie is pretty hot though" I concluded with a grin.

She nodded as she turned back to the movie. The men had the woman on her knees, licking one man while being fucked from behind by the other. All this time I had continued rubbing Lana's body, pinching her nipples and stroking my finger in and out of her. Her state was noticeably heightening.

"Do you have any fantasies you haven't told me about?" she asked, eyes still following the movie.

"No sweetheart, you've already fulfilled just about all of my fantasies" I responded in truth.

Her head turned toward me. "Just about?"

"Well... over the years I've sometimes fantasized about having you in a steam room" I relented. "Just thinking about some slow, hot, steamy love with you is a definite turn on".

"Really?" she asked, "why didn't you ever tell me this before?"

"The situation just never really presented itself" I replied.

"You know... they do have steam rooms down in the gym" she said with a sexy sideways glance.

The hotel had a large and beautifully appointed gym. There was a pool, hot tubs, sauna's and steam rooms, but the two steam rooms were in each of the two changing rooms. I relayed this back to Lana.

"We could sneak into one together" she teased. "At this hour I doubt anybody is down there."

"I don't know" I said, "it was only a fantasy. We don't really have to do it if you're not up for it."

Lana is passionate enough in bed, but fairly conservative sexually. This would be a stretch for her, and she certainly was only offering because she wanted to make me happy.

"I am feeling a bit wilder than usual this week" she said, looking into my eyes. "You should take advantage, because you may never get this opportunity again."

I took stock of the situation. My wife was on fire watching a threesome in which a woman was being taken by two men, and offering to sneak down to the steam room to fulfill my own fantasy. Why say no to such a good thing? A devilish look crossed my face as I nodded to my wife. I changed into a robe as well and we headed towards the elevators.

The gym was open twenty-four hours a day, but the attendant had gone for the evening. As expected at one in the morning, the gym was deserted. We headed for the men's changing room and Lana waited outside as I went in to ensure all was clear. I opened the door, grabbed Lana's wrist, and pulled her in.

The changing room was carpeted and well decorated with several aisles of benches and lockers. At one end was the steam room door with a small, but mostly steamed out, window. We headed towards it and entered. The steam room itself was a bit larger than would have been expected, with tiled floor, walls and ceiling, and two levels of benches on three sides. We sat together on the lower bench facing the door and started kissing.

As our passion increased, I gently pulled the robe off Lana's shoulders, exposing her upper body and breasts. I bent down to kiss each breast and then moved up to slowly lick and kiss her neck as my hands gently tugged at her nipples. I could feel the electricity coursing through Lana as she both moaned and shook in nervous excitement. She was clearly a bit worried about being exposed in a public place, but that was only adding to her sexual arousal. I continued removing her robe until she was bare. I could see a fine sheen of sweat slowly form over her body due to the combination of steam and arousal.

Lana handles the heat of sauna's and steam rooms better than I do. Despite my extreme excitement, I was in need of some cold water. I also started thinking about an ice machine I had seen in the changing room, and how hot it would be to bring a cup of ice back to the steam room and gently slide some over Lana's body.

"I'll be back in one moment" I said. "You're leaving me?" she cooed. "I want to grab some water... and some ice" I said with the wink of an eye. Her eyes opened wide and she flashed a wicked grin. As I made for the door, a sudden thought occurred to me and I turned and snatched up Lana's robe. "What are you doing?" she asked. " I don't want you to get second thoughts and chicken out" I replied. "But... what if somebody else comes?" she retorted. I just shrugged, flashed a grin, and left. The thought of being alone and naked in a steam room that anybody could walk into at any point would keep Lana's state-of-mind right where I wanted it.

Heading to the far end of the changing room, I drank down a cup of cool water and then refilled it with ice, turning to start back. A sudden noise and voices startled me, and I hid back behind the lockers. Slowly and carefully I worked my way back towards the steam room, quietly so as to avoid being heard. Two men had entered the changing room and were in the aisle right in front of the steam room door. I could see them via a reflection in one of the mirrors. From their voices they were clearly Italian, and while I'm not fluent, I could make out that they'd been drinking and intended to work it off. I didn't want to go back into the steam room, as they'd surely see Lana when I opened the door. I figured I'd just wait until they changed and headed back out to the gym, and then grab Lana and find a way out ourselves.

Both men fully undressed and, to my horror, turned towards the steam room, opened the door, and started inside. They both stopped suddenly in the doorway. The steam was thick, but clearly they could see the naked woman sitting there. As Lana heard the door open she looked up, and tensed as she saw the two naked Italian men enter. Her arm flew up across her chest and her legs crossed and tightened. A few moments passed as they stared at each other.

Finally, the men entered the room and preceded to sit down on the benches. They sat on the upper bench on one of the sides, facing Lana from her right. I expected Lana to come bolting out of the room the moment they were inside. When she didn't, I walked up to the door and peered in the window. Lana was sitting rigid and frozen in fear and humiliation staring forward. The men were surveying her from the side, only a few feet away, and speaking quietly to each other in Italian. Clearly Lana was waiting for me to come back with her robe and rescue her. 

With a straight view of the door and window, Lana looked up and saw me through the steam. "Help me" she mouthed. I was about to come to her aide when I thought about the alternative. If I didn't come in, Lana would have to try and find some graceful exit, which almost certainly would be awkward and provide us both with laughs for years to come. I smiled and slowly shook my head no. She would have to make her own way out. Lana's eyes opened wider and she again mouthed... more slowly this time... "Help me". Again I shook my head and smiled.

Lana glared at me with a defiant look, clearly furious that I was putting her in such an awkward position. Several seconds went by when a half-smile formed on her lips. She slowly but deliberately lowered the arm covering her breasts, exposing them to the two men. They looked on with wonderment and delight from where they were sitting.

I was shocked. Certainly Lana had never done anything even remotely this daring before, and I hadn't thought it in her. The wine, atmosphere, petting and steam had loosened her up. Oh... and the movie. I had forgotten about the movie we had been watching just an hour earlier, complete with a woman being ravaged by two men. Not that I thought anything even close to that was going to happen here, or that she wanted that to happen, but clearly the concept was on her mind and she was using it to get back at me.

She smiled at me, knowing she had stoked my jealousy, and again mouthed "Help me". This presented an interesting situation: what could she possibly do next? She was already exposed, and now seemingly out of options. Why should I relent? Plus her defiant stance and the eroticism of the moment made me want to challenge her. I smiled back and shook my head no.

Her smile dissolved and she glared up at me. A few more moments passed and then, slowly and carefully, she leaned back a bit and uncrossed her legs. She placed them in front of her and slightly spread them... not too much, but just enough to incite. The two men were openly glaring at her fully revealed body.

Looking back up, she smiled again. Ever so slowly, and pausing in between words, she again mouthed "Help me".

I hadn't considered her uncrossed legs as a possible next move. Surely now she was out of options though. Outside of spreading her legs wider, there wasn't much more she could do. In addition to this little game of challenge, I was as aroused as I'd ever been watching my precious wife sitting naked, in a steam room, with two naked Italian men just feet away. I shook my head and mouthed "no".

Lana's smile dissolved again and her glare almost melted the door. She sat and thought for a good minute before taking her next action. Her next action went well beyond spreading her legs wider.

Looking up at the two men for the first time, Lana pointed at her shoulders and gave them a flirty smile. The men sat dumbstruck for a few moments until one of them finally caught on and quickly rose up and moved behind Lana, sitting on the upper bench, then reached out and began to message her shoulders. Lana closed her eyes and let her head roll back and forth before opening them again. The other man looked enviously from the side, clearly upset that he'd missed his opportunity. Lana looked straight up at me but, instead of mouthing the words again, just gave me a questioning look as if to ask "And now?".

This completely confounded me. To watch my wife sitting naked with two men, and then see her actively ask one of them to touch her bare skin... this was beyond my comprehension. I continued watching as the man continued rubbing her bare, moist shoulders in the steam room.

Lana gave me the questioning look again. My heart beat wildly in my chest. Was I too scared to continue, or too excited to cease? What would her next move be? How far would she take this? Lana could not see me rubbing myself through my robe below the window. My mind reeled as I peered back, slowly shaking my head.

Lana was incredulous that I would watch another man touch her in this situation and still not run in to rescue her. I could sense fury, disbelief, defiance, and extreme arousal coming out of her all at once. The steam seemed to thicken and I was certain it as coming from her directly.

Lana looked up at the second man and, smiling again, pointed down at her feet. This time the man jumped to attention to ensure he didn't yet again miss his chance. He sat on the lower bench and Lana delicately raised her legs together and placed them with her calves and feet across his lap, close to but not touching his cock. The man immediately took one of her feet into his hand and started rubbing This man was now just a foot away from, and openly starring at, her pussy.

Again Lana looked up at me, but this time I sensed her mood change. She seemed to be relaxing a bit, getting lost in the sensation of these two naked men rubbing her shoulders and feet. She mouthed "Help me", but she seemed a bit less certain this time. A cloud was slowly forming across her face.

Peering in through the steam, I just kept watching without shaking my head or mouthing anything back. Minutes went by with Lana looking up at me, her eyes farther and farther away. Her body weakening, relinquishing control and becoming pliant to these two strangers. She pointed at her calves and the man rubbing her feet eagerly took one in his hands. The man behind her was massaging an increasingly wide area now including her arms, neck and upper back.

Minutes rolled by. The man rubbing Lana's calves was now at her knees, tempting her will as he worked towards the top of them. The man behind her was now massaging over her shoulders to her upper chest. Both men now had hard cocks and were completely focused on moving Lana further into her state of bliss. Her sheen turned to droplets on her skin, and her head rolled back and forth as the two men continued to handle her.

Lana looked up at me with her eyes... pleading. I was as lost in her arousal as she was, and carefully shook my head "no". Lana's finger slowly pointed at her thighs.

The man rubbing Lana's knees immediately moved his hands up, one on each leg, and started rubbing her mid-thigh. He would rub up as high as he dared, and then take long strokes down back towards her knees. His upward strokes moved higher inch-by-inch. With a small moan, Lana spread her legs further apart and her right leg pressed up against the man's hard cock. The man behind Lana had meanwhile moved his hands further down and was openly running them across the tops of Lana's breasts. He moved down to the lower bench and straddled Lana from behind, putting one leg on each side of her as she laid back into his chest. The man started to lightly kiss and lick at the back of Lana's neck.

With one last ounce of strength, Lana looked up into my eyes and mouthed "Help me". We both knew this was my last chance out of this situation, and my stomach turned as I slowly shook my head one last time. Lana's eyes closed and didn't reopen.

Lana slowly spread her legs farther apart as an invitation to the man rubbing her thighs. His right hand moved up and started openly running up and down her pussy lips. Seeing this, the man behind her ran his hands down and began cupping and caressing her full breasts while licking up her neck and taking her ear into his mouth. Lana was lost.

After a minute of rubbing her visibly moist pussy, the man in front of Lana inserted first one, and then two fingers into her. He steadily moved them in and out while his thumb rolled around her clitoris. The man behind Lana was now pinching and pulling on her nipples. Lana's chest was heaving air in and out as her body started undulating with pleasure.

The man fingering her removed his hand from her and put his hands behind each of her knees, pushing them fully apart. He lowered his head and slowly began licking from the very bottom of her pussy to the very top, making small circles around her clit as he did. Lana immediately increased the tempo of her breathing and her body became restless as her intensity built.

Sensing that things were progressing, the man behind her moved back and gently laid Lana down flat on the bench. Crawling up next to her head, he took his cock and ran it across her lips. Lana's tongue came out and began licking up and down it's length, occasionally taking him into her warm wet mouth while her pussy was being devoured.

The man licking her decided he was ready and, lifting his head up, he moved his body into position. Keeping a leg in each hand to keep her fully spread, he began pushing his cock up and down on the outside of her pussy, covering it in her juices. After several passes, the man aligned himself with Lana and started slowly inserting the head.

Feeling this, Lana's body tensed. She stopped licking the man above her and began shaking at the feeling of the long, thick cock pushing into her. Stroke after stroke the man moved farther inside until, finally, he was completely in. At this point, the man slowly pulled his cock completely out, and then pushed it all the way back in. I could see Lana's wetness covering him as he did. He then started rhythmically stroking back and forth, all the way out and all the way in again, over and over. Lana started licking and kissing the cock above her again. I peered in the window, through the thick steam, at my gorgeous wife spread out, a stranger's cock pressed up into her womb and another in her mouth.

The man fucking Lana picked up the pace as he continued stroking his cock all the way in and out of her. Lana began licking and sucking on the cock above her with fervor, and all three were breathing and moaning heavily. The man in Lana's mouth began tensing up and suddenly went rigid as he erupted. Lana kept him in her mouth as he did.

Feeling and tasting the eruption of the strange cock in her mouth must have been too much for Lana, as the situation clearly triggered the beginning of her own orgasm. It was then that it happened: Lana began shaking and moaning with abandon. Feeling this onset, the man stroking in and out of her started pushing harder at the end of each stroke in, ramming the end of his cock into her cervix with every thrust. Lana's legs spread further apart and back on their own as her hips pushed wildly against the man. Lana let the cock out of her mouth and started crying out in unbridled passion "ah... ah... ah... ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... AH... AH... AH... AH...". She began to spasm from head to toe, her mouth wide open but with no sound escaping. Her hips bucked at the strange invading cock, trying to draw it further in. The man stroking in and out of her tensed up himself and cried out as he pushed hard all the way in and went rigid, holding it there. Lana continued to spasm as she felt his warm seed splash against her cervix and fill her womb, her pussy contracting around his cock. She continued her unrestrained movements for another minute as the man patiently held his cock pushed completely into her. Gradually Lana's breathing slowed and her muscles loosened, her body going limp. Lana's eyes were still closed.




Steamed



The man inside Lana carefully withdrew from her, lowering her legs to the bench. The two strangers looked at one another for a moment, and headed for the door. I quickly moved back from the door and ducked into the next aisle. The men came out, quickly threw on their clothes, and exited the changing room.

Entering the steam room, I moved immediately to Lana's side. Lifting her head into my lap, I gently stroked her face. Lana's eyes opened and, in a haze, looked up at me as she slowly mouthed "Help me".



Steamed Submission



CHAPTER ONE

He needed the hand on his shoulder, the kiss to his temple and the hot, ragged breath of his Master over his face. 



"Silas!"

Instinct took over. Silas Oswald dropped to his knees, taking cover behind the waist high bar that extended along the length of the Tesla-Coil Tavern. The movement was futile; Mistress Lavinia had already seen him and wasn't likely to forgive his disobedience anytime in the near future. 

Cursing under his breath, Silas rose reluctantly to his feet and sent a sheepish look across the room. Mistress Lavinia sat in her regular booth with the club's highest-ranking Dom, Master Ambrose. Neither of them looked happy and Silas' heart raced in anticipation. Mistress looked as if she was ready to throw Silas across her knee and spank him until his arse turned bright red.

Silas flushed. There was something incredibly exciting about working for a woman used to getting her way. Silas was pretty sure that no one ever told Mistress 'no' unless it was a mouthy sub who was fishing around for extra punishment.

Silas knew this because he was usually the one fishing around. In general though, he didn't make a habit of mouthing off to the Mistress. She had something Silas had never sought in a Dom — a vagina. 

"Silas!"

Silas' cock leapt to attention. An order from his Mistress may have sent him scrambling for cover, but a mere word from Master Ambrose had him panting with need. Silas caught Master's eye across the room. The highly trained Dom pointed to the floor by his feet and Silas hurried across the room, falling to his knees beside the Master. 

"Five strikes for your disobedience," Master said the second Silas' knees were against the wooden floorboards. "Mistress Lavinia holds just as much power here as I do. I expect better from you." 

Silas nodded, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He was grateful for Master's attention, even if it was for his disobedience. It had been so long since he had been spanked, punished, and helpless under a Master's hand. "Yes, Master Ambrose," he whispered.

"Your punishment will not be carried out by me; Mistress Lavinia will punish you."

Silas' cock wilted but he nodded. "Yes, Master. Thank you." 

"Good boy." 

Master Ambrose turned his attention away from Silas without giving him the order to leave. "Any word on the fleet's arrival?" 

The fleet. The famous fleet, Silas had heard of nothing else for weeks. The Siobhan was the name of the Zeppelin that Captain Ivan Erasmus piloted. The second that the immense airship was spotted on the smoky London horizon, word had reached the Tesla-Coil Tavern. Silas didn't have much patience for gossip, nor was he allowed to eavesdrop on the Tavern's patrons, but even he couldn't resist extending an ear whenever word turned to the ship's notorious Captain. 

Captain Ivan Erasmus was the type of man whose reputation preceded him everywhere he went. Unfortunately, his feats in battle were not on the grapevine at the Tesla-Coil; instead the Captain's sexual preferences were in heated debate. 

"They say he likes to dominate." 

"What, hurt women?"

The man had snorted. "Oh, you wish. It's only men that he plays with and he doesn't hurt them, he plays with them."

Silas shivered. He knew exactly that that meant, the Captain was a Dom, and if the rumours were correct, he was highly trained and well respected within the scene. 

"They landed just this afternoon," Mistress Lavinia replied. She flicked open her elaborate pocket watch and checked the time. "I am expecting the Captain any time now. His presence will be marvelous for business. We'll need to focus on catering to his every need if we wish to secure his membership." Her eyes moved to Silas. "Perhaps you may have had the honor of serving the Captain if you were more obedient." 

Silas couldn't help it; his head snapped up. He stared at Mistress Lavinia in surprise. "Mistress?"

Mistress smiled smugly, her eyes glinting in the tavern's low light. "Unfortunately, you are serving your punishment with me tonight."

Silas gaped. "Please Mistress, let me serve the Captain. It's been so long since I've served."

"You serve me on a daily basis."

Silas nodded. "Yes Mistress, I do and I want to please. But I'm never allowed to service the patrons."

"That is because you can be a handful," Mistress Lavinia sighed. "I'll make you a deal, Silas. If you impress the Captain and he requests your company, then you may serve him for the duration of the evening. If not, you will undertake your punishment with me. Is that understood?"

Silas nodded his head jerkily. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you. I understand."

"Good. I suggest you kneel by the door and wait for the Captain and his crew to arrive."

Silas waited until Master Ambrose had nodded before jumping to his feet and hurrying across the room. He tried not to run, but he was thrilled with Mistress' proposition. 

The Tesla-Coil Tavern was quiet. Silas preferred it that way. He took up his usual place in the far corner of the room and knelt. The floor was rough and worn under his knees, but he rested quietly without complaint, awaiting his fate for the rest of the evening.

It had been a very long time since he had spent the evening with a Dom. Most of his work at the Tesla-Coil Tavern required him to make drinks behind the bar and embark on the odd cleaning job. Mistress Lavinia hired trained subs whose sole purpose was to serve guests in the privacy of their rooms. Silas was never granted that honor, although he desired it immensely. 

Silas lowered his eyes and focused on his breathing. He used all his training to calm his body and mind, straightening his spine and relaxing into position the way he had been taught. 

Master Ambrose used to tell him he looked beautiful in the Present position. He used to make Silas kneel until he was so deep within himself that no one but a Master could retrieve him. But Silas hadn't spent an evening with his ex-Master for a very long time. 

Silas had been purchased by Mistress Lavinia when he was just a boy. Brought into her service as a slave, she had passed him along to Master Ambrose when he began showing signs of submission. Five years under the tutelage of the Master and Silas was more than ready to submit to any Dom that walked into the Tavern primed to play. The Mistress, however, was insistent that Silas was far too naughty to be given to any but the highest-trained Dom. Silas knew this wasn't necessarily true because he had once overheard Master telling Mistress that Silas 'didn't know his limits' and 'would do anything a Dom asked him to'. Silas didn't really know what that meant, but he did know it meant he had to wait until Mistress approved of a Dom for him. In one of the smaller BDSM establishments in London, those Doms were few and far between. 

*

It was as the afternoon rush dwindled to a sporadic trickle that a series of loud, joking, teasing, and laughing voices erupted from the other side of the Tavern doors. Silas barely registered the noise, he was so deep in sub-space that everything else faded into the background. 

An icy-cold wind blasted through the open doorway, spilling the heavy scents of steam and metal into the interior. The door hung open on its hinges as a man stepped over the threshold. Silas' heart stopped beating for a split second and then sped up as a burst of adrenaline shot through him when he recognised the tall, lean figure.

Captain Ivan Erasmus.

He was unmistakable. Silas had seen him, time and time again, in the London newspapers that reported his progress across the skies almost daily. Silas almost blacked out and as an afterthought remembered to breathe. He drew in oxygen and then slowly released it in an attempt to steady his nerves. Silas' vision cleared.

"Captain Erasmus," Mistress Lavinia greeted happily, "what an honor." 

She strolled across the room, her presence penetrating the very walls of the establishment. She held out a hand to the Captain. "Welcome to the Tesla-Coil Tavern. Will your crew be joining us this evening?"

"They will turn up eventually. This is the first time we've made port in several weeks. I imagine they will wander in after all other options have been exhausted."

Silas lifted his eyes ever so slightly and looked at the Captain from underneath his eyelashes. If Silas thought that the Mistress exuded presence, it was nothing when compared to the Captain. He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He was magnetic. There was an exoticness about him. In his dark eyes, in his long dread-locked hair, and in the way he stood. He was the kind of man that demanded respect and obedience, and immediately received it, with nothing more than an expectant look. 

Silas shivered. He was magnificent. 

Brown leather boots stepped up beside Silas and Master Ambrose squeezed his shoulder. "I want to see you on your best behavior, Silas. Captain Erasmus is a very good Dom. Impress him and he will return consistently to the Tavern with his crew and whoever else is traveling with him at the time. You understand how important this is for Mistress Lavinia?"

Silas nodded, his eyes trained on the Captain. "Yes, sir. I understand."

"Good."

Master Ambrose held out his hand to the Captain. "Ivan, good to see you again, old friend."

"And you. It has been a very long time, has it not?"

"Over a year I'm afraid. Keeping well, I see?"

"The usual."

Silas felt heated eyes against his skin, the knowledge that the Captain was looking at him sent shivers down his spine.

"Who is your boy?"

Master Ambrose stroked his hair, petting softly. "This is Silas. Say hello to the Captain, Silas."

"Good afternoon, Captain Erasmus, sir." Silas was desperate to look up, to see what the Captain thought of him, but he kept his eyes respectfully lowered, presenting in the way he'd been taught with his knees apart, and hands linked behind his back. 

"Stand up, boy. Let the Captain get a good look at you."

Silas stood gracefully, taking great care to keep his spine straight. He may have wanted to impress the Captain, but his training also reflected on Master Ambrose and Silas had never grown past the desire to impress his first Master. 

"Whose collar does he wear?" Captain Erasmus asked. "He exudes your training."

Master smiled. "Silas completed his training with me many years ago. He belongs to no one except the Tavern. Mistress Lavinia doesn't give him to the guests."

"Why is that?"

"Perhaps you would like to play with him for the evening. You will find out."

"Is he a good boy?"

The Master smiled. "He is."

Captain Erasmus nodded. "Very well, I accept your offer, old friend."

Silas' heart leapt and immediately started racing so fast and loud that he was sure everyone could hear it. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees at the Captain's feet. 





 

CHAPTER TWO

They say the devil rides a white horse. They lied; Captain Erasmus rode into town in a magnificent airship named Siobhan. 



Silas followed Captain Erasmus to his room. He'd heard about the type of company the Captain preferred when he was in the city. As his eyes moved over the cuffs and toys laid out across a dresser, he remembered the rumour-mill flying of how Erasmus liked to dominate. Although there had never been any word of him hurting any of them, he certainly enjoyed playing with them.

Luckily, Silas enjoyed being played with. 

The centerpiece of the Captain's room, situated on the upper floors of the Tavern, was a gleaming mahogany desk with elaborate brass trim on all sides. Silas couldn't see all its sides, but reason dictated that each would be decorated with the same scrolls and exotic figures that graced the front. The master of the desk vacated the room to use the bathroom, leaving Silas behind.

Aside from the majestic desk, there was one other item in the room that caught Silas' attention, a large photographic print behind the desk showed an immense airship docked on the outskirts of a foggy steam-filled city. The airship was huge. Silas had never seen anything quite like it. It was land-borne in the centre of a vast field and Silas could just see the tiny black dots that must have been its crew-members scurrying over the expanse of the oblong blimp and on the deck underneath. 

Spectacular.

Silas was still staring at the beautiful image when Captain Erasmus stepped back into the room.

"Her name is Siobhan," Erasmus told Silas. These were the first words he had spoken since entering the office.

"She is beautiful, Sir," Silas whispered in awe.

"That she is. Have you had the privilege of walking up to a docked airship?"

Silas shook his head. "I have only seen them in the sky, Sir."

Captain Erasmus smiled softly, his eyes sparkling with passion. "It is a sight to behold." He gazed at the photograph for a moment as though in memory. "Right. Strip for me, Silas."

"Yes, Sir."

With slightly shaking hands, Silas removed his tunic and carried it across the room to hang neatly on the wall hooks. When he turned from the wall, Captain Erasmus said, "Crawl."

Dropping to his hands and knees, Silas crawled towards him, eyes lowered respectfully until he was kneeling at his master's feet. 

"Good," Captain said. "Although, you may be a little overeager. Stand up."

When he was on his feet, the Captain circled him slowly, reaching out and touching Silas lightly to correct his posture and stance until he rested in a position that satisfied the Captain. 

"How old are you, Silas?"

"Twenty-one, Sir."

"Master Ambrose trained you, correct?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Have you ever been with another Dom?"

"Only a couple, Sir."

"Did you enjoy your experiences?"

To Silas, that was an odd question, one he didn't quite know how to answer. "I believe that they enjoyed themselves." 

Captain Erasmus smiled softly. "I am sure they did, but did you enjoy the experience?"

Again, a strange question. "Master Ambrose always taught me that my Master's pleasure is my only concern." 

"How interesting," the Captain whispered. He stepped forward and pushed Silas' hair out of his eyes. "Tomorrow I want you to go to Mistress Lavinia and tell her I said you need a haircut."

Silas nodded.

"Say yes, so I know you understand."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good." Erasmus unbuckled Silas' collar and placed it on the arm of the chair. 

Silas' mouth opened to protest, he had never taken his collar off, ever. "Master—" Silas began quietly. "Permission to speak, Sir?"

"I will return your collar at the end of the evening," Captain said, correctly assessing Silas's fears. "For tonight, you will wear my collar."

Despite himself, Silas looked up curiously to see Erasmus pull a second collar from his trunk. The collar was crafted from tan leather and was inlayed with a variety of studs, links and other intricate mechanical workings. Biting his lip, Silas lowered his head and allowed the Captain to buckle the collar around his throat. It was cool and light against his skin. 

"Now." Erasmus's long, thick fingers closed over Silas' cock in a tight grip that had Silas sucking in his breath. "Do you know what I'll do to you if you come without permission, boy?"

"No, Sir."

"If you come without my permission, I'll throw you outside without your clothes, and you'll spend the rest of the evening at the mercy of my crew."

Silas' eyes opened wide in fear. He knew Erasmus meant every word he said. He had heard rumours of what he was capable of. 

"You are wearing my collar; whilst you wear it, you belong to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. For tonight, you shall address me as Captain. Not Master. Not Sir. Or any other variety of the title. Captain."

"Yes, Captain."

He nodded. "Stand up."

Silas rose. 

"On the bed. Hands and knees."

Silas moved a little too slow. The Captain gave him a sharp slap on an arse cheek. "Now."

Silas all but leapt onto the bed and scrambled to lie on his stomach. He propped himself up on hands and knees. 

Captain nudged Silas' legs apart, moved in-between them and sat back, resting on his heels. He pulled Silas toward him by the hips until Silas was open for him. 

He ran his hands over Silas' arse, caressing it. His hand stroked Silas' shaft, brushing his thumb over the tip. The Captain leaned down, gave one cheek a gentle bite and then kissed it. He did the same for the other one. Then he probed Silas' puckered opening with his tongue for good measure. The contact made Silas buck his hips, but Captain held him in place.

He smeared lube on his fingers and started working on Silas' hole. He inserted one, then two and finally three fingers, until Silas' ring of muscle at his entrance had relaxed and he'd started moaning.

Captain picked up a butt-plug from the dresser and covered it generously with lube before resting it against Silas' slick entrance. Silas buried his head into the pillow and waited. He muffled his groan against the pillow when Captain pushed the plug in all the way, until it was seated. 

Captain pulled the plug out a little, gave it a twist and pushed it back in. He did this a few more times until Silas started pushing back against his hand. 

"I want you to wear this while you are serving me tonight," Captain murmured, smacking Silas' butt cheeks and squeezing them. "I want you to remember that I put it there. I want you to know that for tonight this arse belongs to me." 

"Yes, Captain," Silas moaned.

The nip of the flogger cut through his thoughts, and he grunted in surprise. It hadn't been that hard, but he'd not been expecting it. His arse heated as the sting wore off. The second time the strike landed, he was a little more prepared and kept quiet. His cock stirred to life as heat radiated from the marks. The third strike was harder than the previous two, and he fisted his hands against the sheets. It was good, very good. Captain knew exactly how to use the flogger, never striking the same spot twice. 

Slap, slap, slap. Erasmus found a rhythm with the strikes. Lower back, arse, thigh. Slap, slap, slap. Other thigh, side, arse.

Silas threw his head back and moaned as his cock throbbed, seeking release that wouldn't come without express permission.

"More?" Captain asked in that deep baritone.

"Yes, Captain," Silas whispered. 

Slap, slap, slap.

It continued on and on until Silas was squirming on the bed, sure that Captain would have to restrain him if he wanted to continue.

But Captain stopped, running his fingers over Silas' reddened arse.

Panting for breath, Silas squirmed until he managed to look over his shoulder and down his body to his reddened arse. He mewed when he saw the flaming skin. Captain's palm stroked across it, pulling a purr from Silas as he helplessly writhed for him again. 

With a gentleness that contradicted the whipping, Captain manipulated the plug, his other hand holding Silas' hips steady. "Such a good boy," Captain praised. "You're being so good for me. You're going to make me proud tonight, aren't you?"

Silas thrust back at his words, moaning. "Thank you, Captain," he said, his voice hoarse. "I want to please."

Captain picked the flogger back up and started slapping Silas' thighs again. Silas' moans became yells and shouts almost immediately, and then begging words. He was begging Captain to hit him harder, to stop hitting him and fuck him. "Please, Captain," he moaned. "Please, let me suck you, let me show you how much I want to please you."

"It's not up to you," Captain said, his voice deep. "It's when I'm ready that matters."

Silas nodded frantically, his hands squeezing the sheets. "Yes, sir. When you want me." He arched his back and swayed his hips moving as he sought the feel of Captain's flogger. 




Steamer Party



A few years back I traveled to Germany very often. My company got a huge software development assignment from a German Software company who got this assignment from a German ship builder. I was given the charge of both supervising the development at home and implementing it at the site in Germany. So I had to visit very frequently two places in Germany, Cologne where the German Software Company was located and Hamburg where the German Ship builder was located.

At Cologne, I met a very charming young Indian couple, both of them Software Engineers, working with the German Software Company. Being north Indian, both of them were tall, fair and well built. Particularly the bride Roma was curvy and voluptuous with two beautiful eyes. I had to interact with them, as they were associated with the project. After a few visits we became friends. As there were very few Indians in Cologne, they used to invite me every Saturday during my visit to Cologne and entertained me with mouth watering north Indian foods and very expensive French wine, for which I had special fascination. 

During one of my visits I couldn't see Roma's husband. Later I learned from her that he had gone to France to finalize a prestigious Software project with a French company, a part of which might be offloaded to our company. I was happy to know about this prospect. But I was a bit sad. Being an Indian I knew, this time Roma wouldn't dare to invite me to their apartment and I would certainly miss the sumptuous food with exquisite French wine. Usually they used to invite a few of their friends in their Saturday gathering. We used to drink, dine, gossip past midnight. Every time they or their friends dropped me at the hotel.

This time when I left the office on Friday evening, Roma just smiled and said goodbye. I knew, I had to manage my dinner either at my hotel or at any nearby restaurant on Saturday evening. I was feeling really bad missing the usual Saturday gathering that I was used to since my intimacy with the couple.

I spent the entire Saturday morning shopping for my wife and had a long sleep in the afternoon. I got up around six when the phone buzzed a few times. I thought some one from my implementation team calling me. But when I heard a female voice at the other end, "Hey handsome, what are you doing?" I was little surprised, but unable to identify the caller.

"Who is there?" I asked anxiously.

"I'm Roma " the lovely voice murmured.

"Oh, what a surprise" I gasped for a breath.

My surprise was not only for her unexpected call, but for her calling me handsome. I knew, people around me considered me a hunk. But she never acknowledged it openly. 

"I think, this time you're missing the Saturday gathering. Isn't it" I could hear her giggle on the phone.

"Oh, yeah" I exhaled rapidly, "I would really miss your warm hospitality and the sumptuous food. And of course the unforgettable French wine."

"Very sorry" her voice was full of apology, "What to do. A small hitch in the contract finalization held my hubby in the French capital over the weekend. He'll be back by Tuesday."

"Sad. Your hubby spoilt my lovely week end" I joked with a loud laughter.

"Don't worry dear" she said intimately "If you're interested, you can accompany me to a Steamer party. It'll be a great new experience for you. Lot of lovely food, lot of lovely girls, lot of dancing and music. You'll love it. I need a partner. Would you?"

I gasped at her unwarranted request. I didn't know whether to say yes or no. 

"Hello, hello…" she cried anxiously, "Are you listening? I'll not take you to hell, baba".

"No, Madam" I stuttered, "I just got up from sleep. I'm bit slow in responding".

"So, no problem going out with me!" she exclaimed naughtily.

"Yeah" I surrendered, "No problem, Madam". 

"Then get ready. I'll pick you up by seven" she almost ordered me, "Bye."

The phone got disconnected. But I stood holding the phone for a few minutes. Totally puzzled and confused. What was this steamer party? Why did she need a partner? And why me? A bunch of riddles raced through my mind.

But before she arrived, I dressed up. She called me from the lobby. I went down. She was waiting outside the lift. Seeing me coming out of the lift she smiled warmly. I was stunned to see her in a beautiful sexy black single piece outfit made of georgette. The dress was hanging from her left shoulder. The right shoulder was fully open. The upper part of her right breast was attractively exposed. I couldn't see any bra strap there. She must be wearing a strapless bra. Her dress was tied by a silk cord around her slim waist and was cut from the upper part of her right thigh diagonally down to her left knee. Most of her right thigh was visible. 

A diamond necklace and a diamond bracelet in her right wrist were sparkling. She was looking more sexy with her pair of strappy, heeled sandals that went halfway up her calf. I knew, she was in her early thirties. But in this sexy outfit and strappy sandals she looked like a teenager. She used some exotic perfume that I could smell even from a distant.

"Madam, you're looking awfully gorgeous" I was quick to admire her which she acknowledged with an enticing smile. She caught my right hand warmly and guided me to her car. She drove the car out of the hotel.

"What is this steamer party, Madam?" I couldn't suppress my curiosity. 

"I'll tell that. But first you stop calling me Madam. Call me Roma" she gave me an angry look pressing the accelerator.

"Sorry Madam. Oh no Roma" I rectified myself before she reacted.

"That's fine" she exhaled deeply, "Now your question, what this steamer party is. Well, the couples who are fed up partying with their friends and spouses in house or club, I mean in known circle, sometime love to enjoy a party among unknown people. This week end steamer parties give them this chance."

"Nice arrangement" I said with some curiosity lingering in my face.

"Yeah" she replied taking a small turn, "This is very common in these countries, particularly where there is a river. And you know, only couples are allowed in these steamer parties."

"Couples mean what! Husband, wife!" I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh no. Here couple means a man and a woman. Needn't be married" she said coolly, "Here nobody bothers who comes with whom. In fact, most of the couples come to these Steamer parties in the hot embrace of their secret partners to enjoy the weekend. Sounds strange? "

"Oh, yeah" I took a short breath, "But isn't it immoral?"

"What is immoral in it?" she shot back at me angrily, "When you're bored making routine sex with your spouse, have some fun with a secret partner. What's wrong!"

I was taken aback by her sudden outburst. I didn't know how to react to her outburst contrary to my belief. So I kept mum. 

"I'm sorry, dear" she toned her voice down, "I get terribly irritated if someone speaks about morality in this jet age. Morality is a dead word in this age. Everywhere you'll find corruption. Aren't these immoral?"   

"That's true" I tried to retreat from my earlier stand, "Frankly speaking, I didn't judge it from this angle. You're absolutely correct."

"Are you appeasing me?" she looked at me mischievously, "But by tomorrow, I can bet, you'll agree with me by heart."

Her hint was not very clear to me. But I didn't want to continue the topic further to avoid further argument and embarrassment. 

"What happens if you meet some of your friends here?" I changed the topic.

"Nothing happens" she said with a conviction, "Everybody comes here with his or her secret partner. So all love to forget whom they met in this steamer party."

She gasped for a breath and turned her face at me keeping her hands on the steering, "At least I can assure you, nobody will report to your wife back in India."

I felt embarrassed at her comment. Reading my mind she hurriedly added, "I was just joking, dear. Don't mind."

Meanwhile, we reached the Steamer jetty. She stopped the car in a parking lot. We got down and walked to the well illuminated Steamer. I could see a lot of couples roaming in the upper deck. I could also hear some loud music. We entered the Steamer. Roma took out two tickets and handed them over to the gatekeeper. 

"Come, we'll go to the other side of the deck" she caught my hand and almost started pulling me towards her preferred place.

"Hello Roma, what are you doing here" a middle aged lady of Asian origin pulled her from the back, "You're looking stunningly beautiful."

"Hi Sania" Roma looked back with a pinch of disgust, "Who is your victim today? That old Italian boy?"

"No Roma" the lady told with a sparkling smile, "A French guy recently joined our office. What about you?"

She pulled my hand and brought me in front of her, "He has come from India. Wanted to see a Steamer party."

"Come on Roma. No kidding" the lady brought her mouth very close to Roma's ear and whispered, "You'll never change your habit. Any Indian comes here, you want to taste him. Oh Gosh, he is really hunk. Enjoy him, baby."

I could hear her whispering. It made me nervous. My heart raced wildly. I was gasping.

"Horny bitch" Roma howled as soon as the lady left the place, "She needs a new guy everyday. Her hunger has no limit."

"Is she Indian?" I asked to overcome my nervousness.

"She is a Bangladeshi. Lost her husband in an accident. Stayed back here. She can go to bed with any young Tom, Dick and Harry. Disgusting" she bit her lower lip, "Forget it. Let's enjoy. How do you like the atmosphere?"

"Oh, lovely" I told it from the core of my heart. Meanwhile, the Steamer started sailing in the river Rhine. I got my favourite French wine. She took Gin and Tonic. After the first drink most of the couples got up and started dancing. The music was very loud. The Steamer went to the middle of the river. Night Cologne was sparkling like a diamond necklace under light. The sight was wonderful. Roma pulled me up and brought me to the dance floor. We danced for some time and came back to our seat. We went for another round of drink. Finished quickly. 

"Now we should take our dinner" Roma said putting her glass in table and rushed me to the other side of the deck. The dinner was fabulous as Roma indicated earlier. I heard about French cuisine, but never tasted so many French preparations at a time. But among all sumptuous preparations Oyster preparation was the best.

"Lovely food" I expressed my unmitigated pleasure while coming back to the dance floor. We took our third drink. I never saw Roma smoking. But today she smoked a few cigarettes. Offered me. I refused. In between we danced. Slowly the entire environment turned sexually charged. Most of the couples were now dancing hugging their partners. Their lips engaged in abandoned kissing. Some time short, some time deep. Suddenly I realized why Roma was saying that the couples loved to come here to enjoy their weekend in the hot embrace of their secret partners. Was Roma expecting the same from me? 

After consuming three glasses of wine, fairly strong, I could feel. my all moral inhibitions were fast vanishing. My passion was flying high in this sexual charged environment. I needed Roma in my embrace. I pulled her up, hugged her passionately and brought her to the dance floor. Started dancing hugging each other. I knew, she was expecting this manly act from me. I could feel, her body temperature was rising. I kissed her deeply. She reciprocated it with abandoned passion. It was hot. Her face was burning. I knew, our intimacy was now complete. Now I started enjoying her warmth, her perfume, her touch. As if we were lovers for a long time. I was amazed to see a great transformation in me, a newfound freedom from my age old inhibitions. 

"I'm now yours. You ravish me as you like" she whispered sucking my earlobe. Her warm whispering inflamed my passion. I started rubbing her tits in my chest sucking her lower lip. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. I sucked and shoved my tongue into hers. She sucked it with smacking noise. Our tongues danced in each others mouths for several minutes. My cock inside my underclothes hardened. I could feel, some pre-cum seepage already made my underclothes wet. My heart was racing to ravish her body more and more. I reached around her back to unsnap her bra, searched for the hooks, but couldn't find. 

"The hook is in the front" she giggled. I immediately pushed my left hand inside her dress, found the hook between the cups and unsnapped her bra to allow her boobs to swing free. I grabbed her right tit. Fondled it wildly. Her nipples were already hardened. I nibbled it for some time with my nails. Suddenly she pushed my hand and took out her right tit from her dress. I lowered my eyes. Excited to see her lovely tight tit with hardened nipple with big brown aureole. A wave of quivers whirled through my spine.

"Darling, suck my nipple" she cried holding me tight. I lowered my head and took her nipple in my mouth. Started sucking it hard. She groaned in ecstasy. She scratched my back violently with her nails as I licked her nipple circling my tongue around it. I was drowning in extreme excitement. Felt, my cock would explode inside my underclothes any time. I didn't want me spent so quickly. So before excitement got to my nerve, I stopped licking her nipple and raised my head. 

"Hey Roma, tell me" I whimpered recovering quickly from my excitement, "Does your hubby know it? Doesn't he mind?"

"I don't care" she fumed, "He is a damn workaholic. Fond of his few German girl friends. I know, he takes some one of them in each tour. He must be enjoying these girls."

"That means, both of you have secret sex life?" I asked curiously.

"Yes darling" dancing in my hands she replied smilingly, "But we have no problem in our married life. We're a very happy couple."

"That's great" I felt not to drag this discussion further. So I suddenly changed the topic, "But tell me, why are some couples going to the lower deck?"  

"For fucking" she giggled. Her use of the word "Fuck" caught me off guard. I felt terribly embarrassed. She looked at me and sensed my embarrassment.

"Come on dear, everyone comes here to fuck, to enjoy" she tried to cheer me up, "Aren't you enjoying? Don't feel shy."

"Oh no, … " I stammered. 

"You know" she gushed again, "There are small Fucking Chambers in the lower deck. Whenever a couple feels hot, they go downstairs. Enter one of the chambers and fuck each other in little privacy. But the chambers are not fully covered. The upper part of each chamber is open. Thus groaning, moaning from all chambers can be heard from any part of the lower deck. Isn't it exciting, when you're fucking you can hear Aah, Uuh, Fuck me, Fuck my ass, Cum on my mouth from other chambers?"

Though I was embarrassed a little while ago hearing "Fuck", but now her abandoned lewd conversations incensed my passions like wild fire. I lowered my hands, cupped her ass and started grinding my cock against her pussy. She made some little grunting noises in pleasure. 

"But chambers are not many!" my curiosity grew.

"Many couples enter the same chamber. Fuck together" she replied bluntly.

"Don't they feel shy?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Pooh, when pussies are juicing, cocks are throbbing to fuck, nobody bothers about it. All shyness evaporates like camphor" she almost philosophized, "Sometime they also engage in Group Sex."

"I've heard about it" I gasped, "Have you any experience?"

"Not yet, dear" I could hear a little lament in her voice, "But if I get a partner like you, I'll surely go for it."

She took a deep breath. We were still dancing. Music was not so loud now. Most of the lights in the deck were off. The couples around us were swinging with soft music grinding their bodies with each other.

"Some of my German friends are members of some swingers' group" she continued her elaboration, "They say, ultimate of sexual pleasure is Swinging. They often ask me to come along with them. But what happens in those parties as I heard from them, I get scared. All girls are routinely fucked by all male members in all their orifices, from mouth to fuck hole to asshole. In these parties at least twenty couples come. All girls are mouth fucked by most of the guys. Oh God, can you imagine, how much cum they have to swallow in a night? Beside that, some cocks, as they say, are monstrously large. One of my friends once was almost gagged by such a big cock. Oh Gosh, that's scaring."

"But then why are you thinking going to such Swingers' party?" I couldn't stop expressing my surprise.

"No, I'll never go to such big party" she kissed me again, "Rather, two of my German colleagues Hein and Franz have a better idea of forming a small swingers' group of three couples. That should be fine, I guess. They are married. But they will include only their secret girl friends, one French, one Brazilian in this group. Their girl friends are also married. The other day they asked me whether I could join them with my secret partner. Their idea of not including spouses in the group is to avoid emotional backlash, which I agree. But I'm yet to confirm it. If you agree to be my partner, I'll confirm them. Then next time when you come to Germany, I'll ask them to organize their first party."

She gasped and then bubbled with glee, "It'll be a real fun. Uh, three guys plundering my pussy in a night! I can't imagine. It'll be really thrilling. And for you darling! Drilling three pussies in the same night will be equally exciting, isn't it?"

The way she was talking, I knew, she was extremely horny. Any moment she might ask me to take her to the fucking chamber. With the rush going downstairs as I could see now, we had to share a chamber with another couple. We needn't wait for the Swingers' party that she was talking about, for getting thrilling experience of group sex. Now itself we would get our thrills realized. 

My heart started racing in anticipation. Suddenly I felt, she had unzipped my trousers and was trying to grab my rock hard cock inside my underclothes. I helped her to take my cock out. She grabbed it, squeezed it and stroked its head mildly. Then suddenly pulled it to push it inside her panties.

My cock throbbed touching her wet and hot pussy. Some of her pussy juices soaked my cock head. She started swinging her waist in rhythm of the music. My cock got some rough rubbing inside her panties. Oh God, dancing with my cock inside a hot and wet panties! My arousal grew to its peak. Still I looked all sides whether any couple was watching our obscenity. But all couples around us were engrossed in their sexual pleasure. Once again I held Roma's ass tightly and pressed it against my cock inside her panties.

"Oh God, that feels so good" she moaned.

"Oh Yessss" I crooned, "Baby, you're so hot!". 

"Honey, move your cock up and down. Fuck me, Fuck me" she urged hysterically. I started ramming my cock inside her panties more vigorously as if I was fucking her cunt to its bottom. I could feel, her pussy was juicing madly soaking my throbbing dick. Soon I felt, my cock was in a pool of oil.

"Fuck my pussy with your finger darling" she panted rapidly. I pushed my two fingers to her wet pussy from the side of her panties. Started moving the fingers faster and faster. 

"Oh honey, you're fucking me so nicely" her entire body was shuddering, "Push your all fingers. Oh Gosh, what a pleasure. I gonna cum. I'm coming, I'm coming…. Ah… Aah… Aaah". She reached her thrilling orgasm in front of the entire dancing public. She scratched my back with her nails like a wild animal.

I was still moving my all fingers in and out of her pussy holding her in my right hand. I could feel, she spurted huge cum on my fingers. My cock was totally drowned in her cum. I was at the verge of explosion. I took out my fingers from her pussy and cupped her ass once again to facilitate my cock bob up and down rapidly inside her panties. In no time my cock spewed a huge hot load in her panties. She shrieked having another wrenching orgasm. 




Steaming Hot Day, Steaming Hot Aunt



It was a steaming hot Friday as I walked home from the bus stop after school. A trickle of cold sweat ran down my spine before pooling on my lower back, causing my school shirt to cling even more. The sun beat down as I though about the pool waiting for me at home. I rounded the last corner and walked up my street, my house seemingly miles away. Finally I stepped onto my front lawn and under the cool shade of the massive gum tree in our front yard. As I opened the door a blast of icy air flowed over me. I stood still, savouring the feeling before stepping inside and shrugging my heavy backpack off my shoulders and onto the floor. As I walked towards the kitchen I noticed my Aunties bag on the kitchen bench. I glanced at my watch and smiled.

“Looks like both of us got out early today” I said quietly to myself.

I had gotten out of my exclusive private boys school early today because on Fridays the year twelves are given the option of staying and doing some study in the library or going home early to study at home. I usually studied at school but because it was so hot I decided that today I was going to take it easy and go home for a swim.

I should probably explain my situation now. I’m an eighteen-year old guy in my last weeks of my last year at school. I live with my twenty eight year old auntie in one of the more wealthy suburbs of Perth Western Australia. I live with my auntie because my parents and grandparents were killed in a car crash when I was thirteen. Because I was an only child and the rest of my mother and fathers families lived on the other side of the country my aunt Lindsey took custody and we began living together. Because my parents and grandparents had built up a substantial farming empire and after it was sold we received a large inheritance that allowed my aunty and I to live comfortably.

Anyway, after I got some cold water out of the fridge I went upstairs to change into my bathers before jumping into our pool. Although I had been home for about five minutes I still hadn’t seen my aunt Lindsey. I figured that she was in the shower or in bed. I entered my room and started to undress, grabbing my board shorts from the pile of clothes on the floor. As I removed my underwear, my cock hung down and felt luxurious as the air cooled its length. It immediately started to harden as I removed the rest of my clothes and stood in the cool air. I reached down and slowly stroked the length of my 7-inch cock. Pre-cum oozed from the tip as I groaned, massaging the glands with my fingertip. I know had a decision to make should I continue masturbating and relieve myself or wait until after my swim…

Before I could make my decision some thing in the back yard caught my eye. I looked out my bedroom window and what I saw made me catch my breath and harden my cock to its maximum.

Down in the pool area was my aunt Lindsey, topless. She was laying on one of the pool chairs, obviously tanning herself. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail, but some strands had escaped and lay around her angelic face as if a halo. Her long slim legs stretched out on the chair, slightly spread, while her arms we by her side. But it was her breasts that caught my attention the most. Lindsey’s large 12C breasts say firmly on her chest, rising and falling steadily with each breath. Her breasts were topped with rosy red areolas and erect nipples about the size of the tip of my little finger that stood out about one and a half centimetres. I slowly stroked my cock as a gazed upon her beauty. I had seen aunt Lindsey in bathers and underwear before but I had never seen her naked breasts. I moaned quietly as I bought my other hand to my groin and began to fondle my swollen balls. 

As I quietly masturbated looking at my aunt Lindsey’s topless form, she suddenly stirred…SHIT…I thought I was busted yet I could not look away. But instead of getting up and telling me off for spying on her, Lindsey’s hands slowly moved over her body. They stopped briefly to fondle her tits, as she groaned lightly and bit her lower lip. After a few moments her hands moved lower still, over her taut stomach and down to the top of her white bikini bottoms. She spread her shapely legs as her right hand dipped under the hem of her bikini and lightly stroked her crotch, before she bought her now glistening hand up to her mouth and sucked her index and middle finger. Lindsey moaned louder this time before quickly bringing both hands to the waistband of her bikini’s and sliding them down her legs. I gasped as I saw her glistening pussy in the sun. Her lips peeked out slightly but were smooth; I assumed she shaved her cunt because there was a strip of downy pubic hair about an inch wide just above the top of her slit. My aunt’s right hand again dipped down to her pussy and plunged her middle finger into her now sopping slit, as she fondled and pinched her nipple with her left hand. 

My aunt and I masturbated together towards orgasm each moaning at the pleasure we were giving to ourselves. Sweat poured off my face as I pumped my rock hard prick faster and faster. Aunt Lindsey seemed to finger herself in time with my frantic pumping, moaning and biting her bottom lip as she thrust her hips to meet her probing fingers. I started to get that familiar feeling and as Lindsey let out a short scream I shot a thick load of cum into my free hand. I fell to my knees and closed my eyes as pleasure washed over my steaming body. When I opened my eyes I looked out onto the pool area and my aunt Lindsey. She was still slowly stroking her pussy and making little whimpering sounds. After a few moments she slowly bought her shaking hand up to her face and again sucked her juices of her fingers. After rolling her eyes in ecstasy she slowly rose and dressed again. As she stepped into the house I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waste and rushed to my en suite bathroom and jumped in the shower. I quickly washed the sweat and cum off my body and jumped out before throwing some shorts on and going down to the kitchen. I could hear Lindsey in the shower as I gave my still hard cock a quick squeeze. I wondered if aunt Lindsey saw me spying on her, or heard my orgasmic moans as I jacked myself off. I was reliving the moment when Lindsey arched her back as she plunged her hand in and out of her cunt as she too had an orgasm. 

After a few minutes aunt Lindsey entered the room dressed in a peach sundress that ended at mid thigh. Her breasts bounced as she walked toward the kitchen and I assumed that she must have not been wearing a bra if her tits had that much freedom.
“How’s things Matt? Have a good day at school?” she asked
“Not to bad. It’s a bit hot though” I replied
“It is isn’t it? How about a nice cool salad for dinner with some steak. I’ll make the salad if you cook the steak.”
As I was about to agree, Lindsey bent over to look into the fridge for some ingredients. As she did the hem of her dress rid up, proving that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all and giving me my second glimpse of her pussy that day.

I swallowed, not saying anything, until she turned around and said
“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” with a smile.
I mumbled a reply as she handed me the steaks and gave me a quick wink.Steaming Hot Day. Steaming Hot Aunt 
As I fired up the barbeque I wondered about what I had just seen. 

Had aunt Lindsey deliberately shown me her pussy when she bent over near the fridge? My cock hardened again as my mind wondered. This could be an interesting weekend!!!

To be continued...



Steaming to Spain



I was unexpectedly single at the time, a long story that I won't go into here and was persuaded to go on a cycling holiday with three girls I knew well. Not that I needed much persuading lol. I didn't seriously expect to get anything more than a few good views of the girls, possibly some skinny dipping and a bit of horse play.

To make it cheaper we all shared one cabin on the boat and that meant I got a view of all their tits as they changed for showers after Sam and Ellen had got just a little drunk. The theory had been that they took there showers first and then while I was taking mine they would get into bed to preserve some modesty.

It was clear from the giggling I could hear while showering that this theory had quickly been forgotten. I soon had a raging hard on which I dealt with, imagining Jane in the shower with me.

Once I had dried myself I returned to the cabin to find all three girls still naked except for towels round their waists and it was Sam who spoke,

We want you to judge who has the best tits out of the three of us.

I was gob smacked to say the least! I also wondered what the criteria would be? Firmness, biggest nipples, skin texture, size etc. I had only had two drinks but that was enough to lower my inhibitions.

You all have great tits but I will need to feel them to judge properly.

Ellen who was sitting opposite me immediately moved to kneel on the floor and pulled my hands to her breasts. They were larger than my ideal but very firm and as I squeezed I could feel her nipples hardening and growing. She had in fact a typical page 3 bust. I kept going till Sam pulled her out of the way before telling her, My turn now!

Sam's breasts were almost typical of an athlete, just slightly bigger. I enjoyed squeezing them and again felt the nipples enlarging. I also felt myself beginning to stir as I recovered from my solo performance in the shower. I must have spent a good fifteen minutes enjoying myself before Ellen asked,

What about Jane?

Jane who I had always though of as innocent blushed which made the other two girls laugh though not unkindly. I told Jane who was sitting next to me,

You don't have to do this if you don't want to.

I had put my arm around her back as I said this and Jane seemed to come to some sort of decision and I felt her body relax against me.

Yes I do want to.

Jane sat her small, four foot six frame between my legs and leant back against my chest. My hands soon found her tits, the smallest of the three but after only a few minutes the hardest nipples and talking of hardness, Jane must have been able to feel my tumescence pressing against her. It was not long before she wanted a bit more and asked if I could suck her nipples. I was only too glad to oblige.

The other two girls had been talking throughout this time and eventually I realised Sam was repeating something,

, it is clear he likes yours best so you can share his tent. That makes more sense than the three of us being cramped together. Had we been alone I am sure Jane and I would have gone further but inhibitions lowered I was still not ready to fuck with an audience of two.

I reluctantly prepared for bed and helped Ellen and Sam pull the top bunks down from the wall. I had a raging hard on by this time and decided they must all know anyway and threw my towel on the end of my bunk and was rewarded by all three girls doing the same before getting into bed.

I didn't sleep quickly partly because I was so turned on but also because the sea was getting rough. Eventually conversation stopped. Jane still had the reading light on and when I looked I realised she was masturbating. From their breathing I could tell the other girls were asleep, either that or a very good pretence, especially in Ellen's case with her intermittent snores! 

It may have been half an hour or two hours later, I don't know that I woke, it was even rougher than before and Jane was whispering to me,

Can I sleep with you? I am so scared.

Needless to say I acquiesced. Making a pointless, (given the noise from the banging in the car decks) effort to keep quiet our hands started to explore each other's bodies. It was only a few minutes before my fingers found their way to Jane's pleasure centre. Her clitoris soon hardened in the same way her nipples had and shortly after her second orgasm squeezed my index finger tight she whispered to me.

I want to feel you inside me. Don't worry I am on the pill.

I was hardly going to refuse was I? Jane eased her body over mine and taking my turgid member in hand eased it into her love tunnel. Had it not been for beating off earlier I would have exploded at once. My instinct was to really go for it but Jane had other ideas. She just lay on top of me and let the violent motion of the ship do all the work. I felt her lifting off me fractionally before her body was pressed tight against me at the bottom of the wave and I could feel the end of my penis touching her cervix. 

At some point I slipped one hand between us and started to stroke her clitoris. This meant I was not buried quite so deeply but I was soon rewarded by the feeling of her cunt muscles contracting around me. I continued to gently play with her clitoris and pussy lips with my fingers and about ten minutes later she pulled my hand away to allow me to enter her fully again. A couple of dozen waves later I was squeezing her hard buttocks as we hit bottom again in more senses than one and as her cumming clenched me I felt a sudden urgency in my balls and I was pumping wave after wave of spunk into Jane's warm depths. 

We spoke for the first time in what seemed like hours.

That was wonderful I breathed. 

Yes! Was the one word answer from Jane.

We slept like that and when I awoke with another hard on in the morning we were still like that, Jane's head turned to one side on my shoulder and her cunt still holding me. 

We were up before Sam or Ellen and showered together. No mean feat given the size of the shower! Neither of the two other girls commented but it is hard to believe they could not smell the sex in the cabin! 

The thought of being spotted by the other two only added to my excitement throughout this episode.

A great start to an unforgettable holiday. 



Steaming With Mystery



She walks along a row of lockers and stops at an empty one, dropping her bag onto the bench. Pulling and tugging on her jean shorts, dragging her panties down with them as she tosses them into the bag. With her tank top slipped off and her bra unclasped, she hangs her earring's on the hook, tossing her bag into the locker.

Soft whispering and muffled laughs were heard, but nothing she could make out as she stood in the dim locker room. Scented with the smell of fruit, which she thought was from lotions and perfumes, filled the air. The steam hung in the room like a blanket, she stood nude, her body lightly tanned from the sun as she pulled her hair up, wrapping it in a tie.

At the end of the lockers two women appear with beads of water on their skin, hair dripping with their towels held in front of them. Breasts slightly exposed, they continued to talk and giggle. 

"Hi! Is the Sauna full?" she asked.

The girls looked up and smiled as one replies. "No, it's empty, we just came from there."

"Thanks!" she said, shutting her locker, casually walking by them as she smiles, grabbing a towel off the shelf.

As she approaches two doors, 'His' and 'Hers' signs hung just above the doors. Glancing through 'His', she peers through the steam covered glass door. A white towel and feet are seen. At the other side of the room, a man with dark hair lays flat on his stomach. His beautiful ass showing just enough to catch her eye.

Turning towards 'Hers', she looks in and sees no one. Pulling the door open, she picks up the water cup, tossing water over the rocks. Stepping up to the second level of benches she sits down, rolling onto her stomach as she pulls the towel over her.

Laying her head down on her arms, shutting her eyes, she begins to relax. Quiet except for the steam, she hears the door open. She doesn't move, but listens. Feeling someone there, she remains still, waiting for a hello. Nothing. The door opens again, shutting as they leave.

Minutes pass, feeling as though she could fall asleep. The door opens again with a rush of cool air, following the person inside. She remains still and silent once again. A splash of water is heard and then a long silence.

Her towel suddenly begins to slide, slowly uncovering her back, tickling her skin as her ass is revealed. Now her thighs as the towel slides, falling to the bench below. Taking a deep breath, her skin begins to tingle from head to toe. Open and exposed, her heart starts to beat hard, a feeling of heaviness and someone is next to her.

A warm sensation of water starts to drip onto her shoulders. Running down her spine, pooling into the small dip of her lower back. Her body begins to drift as it starts dripping down between her cheeks, like a small stream, flowing through the folds of her skin.

Her breath catches as she hears the sound of it moving between her sex. A soft touch of lips trail over her ass in little circles, followed by a tongue swirling over what was once kissed.

Another soft kiss, followed by the touch of a tongue. It plays in the pooled water at the base of her spine, then dragged lightly up her back. Now between her shoulders and onto her neck, she feels warm breath and then a pull on the lobe of her ear. Lightly touching fingers skip down her spine, then a firm grip squeezing her ass.

Her need to open her eyes is strong, not knowing, like a surprise waiting to be opened. She places her head deeper into her folded arms, in front of her, the tip of her nose touching the bench.

The hand releases as the grip lightens. The feeling of water returning, pouring, as her cheeks are slightly parted. A sudden slap, as the hand hits against her cheek. Sound echoing from the water on her skin. With a jolt, she gasps for a quick breath. The hand rubs over the sting. Smoothing over the sensation, a sharp spike of pleasure rushes through her and begins to swell beneath her.

The door swings open suddenly, cool air pouring into the sauna. Hearing another towel drop to the bench, she can hardly breath. Stopping every few seconds to listen. Two hands are now lightly placed at her hips with a small push, rolling her over.

Keeping her eyes closed, she slowly continues to roll onto her back, lifting her hands above her head, along her ears. She locks her fingers together as a towel is lightly placed over her face. Then folded, over and over until her mouth and then her nose begin to show. A hand placed under her knee, lifted and then set to rest against the wall beside her. Bending at the knee, her other leg dangles off the bench.

The return of water, now dripping into the dip of her neck, flowing up and over one nipple, until it becomes hard, then onto the other. Breath at her nose, soft lips touch against hers. Slightly open, pressing softly, then deeper as a tongue starts to dip into her mouth, wanting to be felt. She opens her mouth wider with a sharp rough feeling of a chin, a man is tasting her lips.

The water moves onto her belly button, making another pool. His lips moving away, only to be replaced with a soft nipple against her lips. Sucking on it softly at first, then she tugs at it with her hungry mouth. Water trickling down the folds of her exposed lips, her body shudders when she suddenly feels a flick of a warm, curled tongue. Softly but purposely touching her pink satin as she continues to hold his nipple between her lips.

Her thoughts race. Is it another man or a woman that toys with her sex?

Her legs feel heavy, the thought of another, barely touching, teasing her. Her mind dizzy with lust, knowing more pleasure will come. A light touch of fingers are felt as they glide along her pink satin lips. Then a tongue is felt inside them, her sudden gasp, her mouth falling open, releasing his nipple. The tongue pushed inside again, only to be left there, moving along her velvet walls.

"Mmm, ohh."

Wanting to move her hands, she lifts them up, only to feel a hand push them down, holding her wrist together as the warm tongue keeps moving. Now soft skin touches her nose, dropping down onto her lips. Her mouth parts, accepting what is given. He is hard with the sweet smell of excitement. His sex hovering over her open mouth, a sweet taste, dropping down onto her tongue. A flinch of pleasure building as she feels the tongue stop, while holding her pink diamond with no movement. Her hips fall to the bench and suddenly he whispers above her.

"Open, open it a little further." 

Her mouth accepts, letting it open wider as his sex climbs into her waiting mouth.

His moan creeps from his lips. "Ohh, that feels so good." he says.

"Mmm..." she moans, after hearing his voice with her hips wanting to move, as the tongue lays motionless, flat against her sex.

His sex slowly slides, disappearing between her lips as he takes his time, letting her take him in with every move. Then he slowly pulls it away, rubbing it back across her lips once again.

"Mmm. You want to know why that tongue isn't moving, don't you?" he says, but before she could speak, it began moving again.

Moving with a purpose now, flicking a little harder, a little quicker. Hitting her core, she feels the strong ache between her heated lips. Suddenly both movements are matched. The tongue is tasting her. And then, as she feels him lean forward, cupping her breast as his tongue splashes over her nipple, both shocking her senses. The tongue stops, sucking in her velvet folds. His mouth pulls her nipple in between his lips. 

"Ohh, yeah." she cries out in protest as the tongue stops again, then he lets go of her nipple. Not knowing which one will touch her next.

A huge splash hits her. Water from the sauna cup soaks her tummy, running off her breasts and dripping down off her thighs. Goose bumps begin to cover her skin.

"Ooh, uhh" she moans, feeling a firm grip under her cheeks as they're lifted.

The feeling of muscular thighs slip under her cheeks. Soft skin begins touching the entrance of her sex. Her body shivering, it's another man, he's as hard as the first with his strong hands holding her tightly. His sex brushing across hers, teasing her, as it glides back and forth.

A whisper to her ear. "Which one do you want?" he asks, her wrists now released.

Reaching for his sex, she pulls him into her hungry mouth, no longer waiting. A muffled answer slipping between them.

"Oh, I want them both." she moans, taking more of him into her mouth, her hand following her wet and hungry lips, keeping him in her grasp. A sudden moan and the other man thrusts his sex forward, filling her, followed by another deep thrust. Low muffled moans begin to leak from her mouth.

"Mmm, yeah, you like what he's doing to you. Mmm, I love the way you moan on my cock while he's fucking you. It feels so good." he says with a husky voice. He moves quicker, thrusting harder, hold her ass tightly.

She moves her mouth away, forcing another breath in. "Mmm, yeah! Fuck me! " she says quickly, in between breaths.

Moving all the way out to the edge of her sex, he thrusts back in deeply. Her velvet walls clinging and tightening around him. The sensation is strong, pulsating now as her legs become so heavy, shaking uncontrollably. Her moaning deeper, repeatedly catching in her throat.

"Keep those eyes closed." He says, with a whispered voice as she feels the towel pull away from her eyes.

With the movement below her, his strong hands taking her hips, pulling on them, rolling her over. Pulling her up onto her knees with her hands in front of her. Her sex covered with her sweet honey, he holds her hips inches away from him. She senses his gaze on her sex, making her shiver with intensity.

Her chin is lifted up by his finger. "Open for me." he says, has his hands cradling her face, as her mouth begins to open. "Good girl" his hard sex, slowly moving, exploring the top of her tongue.

The hands on her ass grip tightly at her flesh as his sex starts to dart in and out. She feels the sensation of tingling and begins quivering. He senses it and moves faster.

"Mmm." she moans on his cock.

"Fuck her harder. And when she cums, slap her ass." he says in a deep voice, rubbing her cheek with his finger while his cock moves slowly, in and out of her mouth.

His thrusts get quicker, his breath deep. "Ooh, mmm, yeah! Give it to me." he says wickedly. 

Feeling the arches of her feet as they begin to cramp, loosing control. "Ooh, oh." she opens her mouth wide, releasing his sex as her body tightens up. Her breath stops as it's held, her head drops down between her arms while her back sinks, arching it. Whimpering and flinching, over and over. Her liquid fire wrapping around him like a blanket.

He slaps her ass. Such a sting as the warm feeling starts follow, his release begins to fill her. His moans deep and low with his tight grip at her hips, holding her there while he leans forward laying onto her back. His mouth open, his breath caressing her skin as his hands softly touch her breasts with his finger tips.

"Ooh, ooh, yes darlin'! Now open your mouth, show me that tongue." he says with a growl, as her tongue lays flat, open to his sex. His tip at the edge of her waiting mouth. "Oh! Oh! Ooh! Yeah." his deep moans, echoing in the sauna as his sweet juices begin pooling on her tongue, dripping down off it. His breath out of control, she closes her mouth around him until he jerks, taking his sex away.

Feeling weak, she begins to lean, as the hands on her hips lightly press, pushing them down. She now lays down on her tummy, out of breath. Completely forgetting about opening her eyes, she lays there, still without movement. The feeling of water begins to pour all over her as if there was a bucket above her. Cooling her down, slowly pouring from the base of her neck, down her body to her toes. 

The door suddenly opens with a cool rush of air, she hears one leave. She feels a towel, her face is lifted and it is placed under her cheek. His hand trailing all the way down her shoulder, lightly touching. Down her back, dragging his finger through the pooled water, down over her cheeks.

A small tickle at the back of her knees, she wiggles from the feeling. Now down to her legs, onto her feet, and off the tips of her toes. And now there is nothing. A sudden rush of cool air, the door opens and then closes.

They are both gone.



Steampunk Romp



Professor Victor Ashworth was an inventor. A purveyor of all things alchemical and mechanical. Natural science was his playground. His workshop, however, was little more than a hovel. It was a dark basement cluttered with half-completed projects and the faint smell of grease. But it was his to outfit as he pleased, and the professor felt at home around his copper paraphernalia.

He had absolute faith in his genius to produce revolutionary devices for domestic chores and industrial production alike, but a man of his eccentricities tended to ward away more clients than those who had an interest in the finer machinations of science in the first place. In other words, he was broke. What fickle business he did have was limited to mixing up basic salves and remedies for the local townsfolk. No one wanted to see his shoeing machine, nail clamper, or clothes presser, much less the more exciting devices like his electrostatic amplifier or prototype perpetual motion device.

So he'd decided to construct a machine anyone would be begging to try out. Well, any woman anyway. Many a housewife was unsatisfied with her husband's bedroom performance, so he'd designed a machine that would not only put any man to shame but also allow the wife to remain faithful to her other half. Normally Victor didn't concern himself with the carnal affairs of others, but in a town where infidelity could get a woman ravished by an angry mob, he would be foolish to pass up the opportunity for his work to receive some attention.

Building the machine was one of the easiest projects he'd ever undertaken. A little rumble and romp with some attachments to hold the girl steady, and he was marketing a metal pleasure machine before he knew it. Of course, his market was exclusively women, and the less their men knew the better. Fortunately, women were well-practised at spreading gossip without a word reaching their husbands' ears, so the news of his new machine had spread like wildfire. In no time he'd received more stacks of telegrams than he could build machines for, including several from some prominent noblewomen. Even the aristocrats had rough times in bed, it seemed.

His first client was such a noblewoman. Miss Amanda Phoenix, only daughter of the revered baron Richard Phoenix. A young woman with many eager suitors, by all accounts. He found it odd that a girl who yet retained her innocence would opt to lose it to a machine, but he'd never much understood the insanity of females. Business was business, and at present she was the most affluent client he had.

Now, not a minute late, the steam release at the front door hissed to announce her arrival. Making no attempt to make his habitat more presentable to such nobility, Victor climbed the stepladder to his store and ushered the girl inside.

She was a pretty enough thing, he supposed. Beneath the extravagant embroidery and frills, Amanda cut a slender figure in her whale-boned corset and hosiery. She removed her hat as she entered - a ridiculous pincushion of feathers - which gave him a clear view of her demure countenance. She had a soft, glowing visage - maybe she used his salve? - a cute button nose, and wide blue eyes that poured up into his. Her rich chestnut hair was pulled back into a swirling chignon resting against the nape of her neck. As Victor surveyed her she smiled, lifting a slim hand towards him. Realising she was expecting him to kiss it, he did so hastily, all the while thinking how bizarre social customs are among nobles. 

"Victor Ashworth," she acknowledged in a smooth voice. Victor mumbled a greeting, then got straight to business. "Miss Amanda. I trust you're here to inspect your investment?" Once he found his voice, he spoke in a deep, sophisticated drawl that made it clear who was the true authority under this roof. 

"Inspect, and I hope a little more," she confirmed, still smiling sweetly. 

"My lady, I do not operate a house of carnal services. You may inspect and retrieve your purchase below," he said, pointing to the stairs.

A flash of annoyance crossed her features. "I desire a demonstration before any disbursement is given," she said haughtily. Victor regarded her with bemusement for a moment before replying. 

"Very well. If you would follow me yonder..."

He led the spoilt girl down to the machine, where her eyes widened in astonishment. It was a rude sight for innocent eyes, he had to admit. The seat of the machine resembled a leather saddle, albeit with the addition of a polished copper shaft where the lady's parted legs would rest. A number of other components surrounded the saddle, and miss Amanda would learn their purpose soon enough.

"Forgive me, my lady, but in your present state you are too encumbered to use the machine."

"What- Oh!" she exclaimed, blushing as she realised what she had to do. Victor turned his back as the girl began the fiddly process of undressing. After a minute she asked, "Will this suffice?"

He turned to see her wearing nothing from the hips down. The short skirt of her dress only barely concealed her modesty, but wouldn't interfere with the function of the machine. Victor nodded, his eyes sliding up her waxed legs. He was reaching middle age, and it had been a while since he'd laid eyes upon a young woman of her desirability. His eyes reached hers, and he was embarrassed to see her coy smile back in place. Mentally shaking himself to his senses, he took her hand and helped her onto the machine before he got any other ideas. 

She slid onto the saddle with surprising ease. The vertical shaft slipped inside her without resistance, making Victor wonder just how innocent young Amanda actually was. Either way, she was in for a shock. He placed her ankles in padded groves on either side, closing metal shackles over them to ensure their stability. Then he began to calibrate the machine. 

Steam hissed through metal pistons and extended the ankle holders slowly outwards. Amanda drew a quick breath, alarmed at her body moving of its own accord. But the machine stopped once it detected too much strain, which left the girl balanced on her crotch with her slender legs stretched out horizontally, her toes pointing in opposite directions. Now the next component was applied: thigh guards. Metal plates slid over her thighs on either side, just below the hips, preventing her from lifting off the saddle.

Now perversely splayed and filled, Amanda's heart was beginning to race inside her chest. The uncomfortably tight corset was restricting her breathing - this attire was never designed to facilitate any sort of exertion. She grabbed Victor's arm, pulling at her girdle to indicate she wanted it off. He nodded, nimbly unlacing the back of her dress to gain access to the hazardous garment. Once it fell loose she breathed deeply in relief, aware that her only remaining clothing was her bra but far preferring this to choking to death.

"Thank you," she breathed, regaining her composure. It would be embarrassing to fall apart before the machine really got going!

Victor's response was to slap a collar around her neck. Amanda shouted in protest. "Hey! What did you put that on me for?"

"Calm yourself, miss. This is simply another part of the machine. I call it an arousal reader," he said. He placed his hand on her chest, where her heart was thumping within. "It reads how fast your heart is pumping - the faster it pumps, the more aroused you are, you see. The neck is simply a convenient place to detect that pulse." 

"Oh," she said quietly, embarrassed to have made such a fuss about it. She flexed her neck, trying to get the new accessory comfortable. A thought suddenly struck her. "But... Why do you need to know how aroused I am?" She couldn't help blushing as she spoke those words aloud.

Victor laughed. "I don't. It does." He caressed the copper machinery in question. The way he said "it" almost with a sense of reverence sent a chill down Amanda's spine. And she wasn't easily spooked. 

"Is it ready yet?" she asked, a hint of impatience creeping into her voice. 

"Almost. Could you reach behind the machine, please?" She put her hands on the back of the saddle, feeling around for some switch or knob she imagined was there. 

"Thank you," he said as he bound her forearms snugly together behind her back with several belts. 

"Hey, now I'm sure that was unnecessary..." She wriggled her fused arms around in frustration, her chest bouncing around in the bra.

Victor shrugged, indifferent to her struggles. "It's all part of the experience." 

"Urgh!" she suddenly exclaimed, attempting to jerk away from the saddle.

"What is it now?" he asked patiently. 

"This thing just leaked something inside me!"

"It's probably just grease," he said soothingly. "Never hurts to have a bit of extra lubricant." She calmed down slightly, but still looked wildly perturbed at the idea of her womanly orifices being rubbed with actual grease. He decided not to tell her it was just a harmless lubricant. 

There was just one thing left to do, now, and it was a good thing Amanda couldn't resist him any more because she wasn't going to like this part. He pulled a lever, and a large glass globe lowered from the above, encasing the girl's entire head and clicking shut around her collar. The helmet was ventilated, of course, but only in such a way that allowed fine control over the air supply and noise level. She shot him a glare through the curved glass, mouthing something only she could hear. 

"Excellent," he said. "I believe you're finally ready. Commencing steam cycle in 5... 4... Well, you look ready to me." He activated the main power, and the saddle beneath the young noblewoman rumbled to life as steam gushed through its innards. Amanda doubled over, her heavy breathing reverberating around the glass prison as she gasped at the sensations below.

The entire saddle was shaking now, and the copper shaft inside her was warming up with the steam pressure powering its vibrations. But another part of the machine had yet to begin its torment. A small propeller-like wheel began spinning in front of the saddle, each blade tipped with a soft velvet cushion. Now it moved against her crotch, licking at her sensitive lips a dozen times every second. Animalistic moans echoed from the glass helmet as the girl rocked from side to side in ecstasy. 

It was all a bit much for the middle-aged bachelor to handle. With uncharacteristically fumbling hands, he unclasped his client's bra and let it fall to the ground. He was now staring at the fully exposed and heaving body of an aristocrat's daughter as she moaned away in her personal world of bliss. Her shapely breasts danced to her tuneless melody, and her navel clenched and relaxed as she rolled in the throes of another climax.

Well, she seemed content with the machine. He might as well collect the payment. Ruffling through her discarded dress, he found the bundle of money owed to him along with an elegantly penned note. It read:

My dearest Amanda, 

I eagerly await the hour at which we may again join in the delightful embrace of lovers. You are the cherry of my eye, my love. Your father has no right over your sweet nubile body, my dove, and he need not know of every indiscretion you impart. Shall I see you behind the wine merchant's store under the new moon this evening?

Yours in love,

David.

Sickening coquetry aside, it was a revelatory note. He'd suspected the little nymph wasn't as virtuous as she made out to be, but here was hard evidence of her "indiscretion." Continuing his search, he found no less than eight similar notes, all written in different hands, all implicating an ongoing physical relationship between the tactless writer and Victor's oblivious strumpet. A few of them even called her "Mandy." Her wealthy father would undoubtedly reward his diligence tenfold more than what he was asking for the machine, but there was another option even more enticing than money and an extremely dissatisfied client...

Shoving the letters back where he found them, Victor released a valve to let steam rush out of the system, bringing the machine to a grinding halt. He lifted the glass helmet from Amanda's head, smiling as he saw what a mess the prim-and-proper noblewoman had become. Her face was flushed red and shining with perspiration, and her formerly-neat hair hung in matted clumps all around her. 

"Satisfied with your purchase, then?" he asked the exhausted girl. She beamed and nodded happily. Then she frowned, realising her breasts were no longer covered and tried to pout in protest. With the rest of her heaving form still locked down, a disapproving expression was as far as she got before giving in and laughing at the whole absurd affair. After all, in contrast to her mundane experiences with men, he'd just blown her libido a mile up the pleasure scale, so she must have decided to let it slide.

"You've been a busy girl," Victor began accusingly, retrieving one of the incriminating letters. He read it aloud slowly, pausing at every cringe-worthy metaphor. "This one has a promising career as a poet, I can tell." Amanda just hung her head in shame, her face reddening with every word. 

"Now, there's no reason to be ashamed of these," he told her, softening his tone as he lifting her chin. "A pretty girl like you always has admirers, and how much you choose to indulge them is up to you. In fact, it would be unhealthy to deny your nubile young body the promiscuity it craves." He had her full attention now. His next words could make or break a relationship that would be mutually beneficial in the long term. 

"But I think you would agree that there are certain ears that should never hear of these liaisons. Ears belonging to your father, for example." Her eyes widened. Victor could tell she expected extortion. "What I propose is something you might call a payment plan. You return here every week with a portion of these bills," he said, holding up the currency in question, "in return for another session on that machine. Once the whole sum is paid, you get to keep the machine as agreed." 

Amanda was underwhelmed. She'd been expecting far worse or humiliating requests, but a payment plan? That was something some people did normally anyway. Never her, of course. She'd always had the means to pay upfront and in full. 

"I don't understand. What's the catch?"

"No catch," Victor assured her. "Just come by with your weekly payment until the machine is rightfully yours to take. Oh, and let's say you have to stretch it out over a few months at least," he added, eyes twinkling. 

"Well... Alright, I guess I can do that," said Amanda, still mildly bewildered. She started to look around, examining the machine's restraints and her outstretched legs, wondering how she was actually going to get out of this thing. She was still too embarrassed to ask for help.

"Excellent! I tell you what, since I interrupted your session just now I'll let you have a bit more time with it. How does that sound?"

Amanda looked unsure of this idea. She'd begun to sober up again after losing herself in that lustful frenzy. She should really get home and put her father's suspicions to rest. If he had any suspicions, that is, which she always assumed he did in order to play it safe. On the other hand, she could definitely take more of this...

"Oh, please," she said, grinning her deceptively innocent smile. "Do I look that delicate to you? I've slept with more men in one night than most proper ladies have in their life, and made love long into early hours of dawn." 

Victor grinned back. Now that was a challenge his machine could handle. She didn't even know about half of its features yet. He wondered if she'd ever been taken from behind. "Well, missy, love has nothing to do with what this machine will do to you. As for the sleep part... I don't think that's going to happen either."

Before she could say another word, he slipped the glass hood back over her head with a satisfying click and fired up the engines. Amanda Phoenix's body was once more a faceless voluptuous figure squirming helplessly at the fire in her loins, her moans only vaguely audible as if at the other end of a long tunnel. 

Victor Ashworth laid back and watched his client's struggles intensify as her endurance and stamina were tested beyond all reasonable expectations. If only he'd finished building that picture box already. Ah well, he'd plenty of time for that over the coming months. 

He wondered what delights the next client held. It might even become difficult finding time to work on his inventions at this rate. But for now, he was content to watch the entrancing contest between minx and machine unfold before him. He knew which one he'd be placing bets on.



Steamroom



This is a true story. It is my first encounter with another man in a 5th story steam room in an Urban, Midwest gym. This is also my first attempt at erotica. I would love feedback on both the story contact as well as other men's experiences that are similar.

*

It had been three months since he'd started working out and, as he looked at himself in the locker room mirror, was extremely pleased with the results. 

Sam's 5'10" frame had lost about 25 pounds of unwanted body mass and replaced it with a well defined abs, legs and arms. 

He was amazed at how quickly 3 months of cardio and resistance training had passed, and was astounded at the results. His wife, Christy, was also impressed, and their love life had never been better.

Sam stepped away from the mirror and decided to reward himself with a steam. He headed toward the cloudy glass doors in the 4th floor locker room of the downtown YMCA. As he entered the room he could just barely make out the familiar surroundings through the steam. Sam soon realized that he had the room to himself. 

He sprayed water on the heating element and took a seat on the top level of the three tier seating system. As his toweled rear made contact with the hot, wet tile, his mind went back two weeks prior when he was sitting in the same spot and his seven-inch cock instantly started to swell.

On that particular day, he had finished an intense weight workout and decided that he needed a steam. Although he'd used the steam room in the past, it was usually a rushed five minutes before he hit the showers and ran back to work. That day, however, he decided to take some extra time since he didn't have a heavy workload. As he walked into the steam room that afternoon, he noticed three men in their early twenties sitting next to each other on the bottom tier directly across from the door. He subconsciously noted that this was slightly odd, given that guys usually spread out and usually sat on one of the upper two tiers in order to get maximum steam. 

After settling into his spot, two of the three men gathered their towels and, covering their groin areas, hustled out of the room. The third slowly walked out of the room, his head high, back straight and towel at his side.

Sam's eyes absentmindedly wandered down the man's hard body. They started at his bald, shiny, ivory head and moved down his six foot chiseled frame. When Sam got to the man's defined belly, he was instantly brought to full attention as his eyes traveled the length of a fully erect penis, jutting up from the man's pelvis. The stranger was so hard that his cock almost touched his belly as it bobbed with the movement of his stride. The guy casually walked past Sam and out of the steam room without making the slightest effort to cover himself.

Sam sat in amazement as he realized that for the first time, he had seen another man's erection. Then, in absolute horror, Sam realized he had had been aroused and his own cock had become harder than ever before. The force of his erection had pushed his towel up from his lap, creating a tent effect, making his excitement very obvious. To make matters worse, Sam pulled his arms quickly to his lap and jerked his head around to see if anyone else was in the room. The abrupt movements did more to attract the attention of any potential bench mates than anything. Sure enough, tucked back in a corner, looking directly at Sam, sat a man that Sam hadn't initially seen through the steam. 

Sam unsuccessfully tried to will his cock down; for some un-explained reason his arousal, and with it, his cock, stayed high. He realized that if he wanted to get out of the steam room he was going to have to either wait for his penis to relax or leave with a boner, risking being seen by anyone in the shower area. Since the guy in the corner had already busted him, Sam opted to stay in order to minimize his embarrassment. 

As he sat waiting for the blood to stop flowing, it occurred to him that the other guy must have also seen the younger men leave the room. Then it dawned on him that the other guy must also have witnessed what was happening before he entered the room. His imagination started to run through the potential scenarios that may have been playing out. Once again, the towel in his lap rose toward the ceiling. He began to think he was never going to get out of there. Casually, he turned his head in an attempt to gauge the other man's reaction.

The man was also sitting on the top tier, but across from Sam. He was facing Sam with his back against the wall and his knees bent with his feet resting on the seat in front of where his ass made contact with the bench. This gave Sam a clear view of his cock and balls. The man was casually stroking a cock that was three quarters of the way erect! Sam instantly noted that the guy's cock was already twice as thick and at least two inches longer then his was, fully hard. 

His head began to whirl with confusion as he sat across from the man masturbating. He had always thought he was straight, and yet, here he was in a situation that seemed very "gay" and he was as turned on as any other time. He didn't know what to do. 

At that point, instinct took over.

Sam turned so that his back was against the opposite wall, brought his feet up on the bench and let his towel fall to the side exposing his hard cock. At this movement t, the other man quickened his movements and his tool grew to close to a foot. Sam thought that this might be the most erotic moment of his life. As he looked into the other man's eyes he realized that he was about to watch another man come for the first time.

Although the man was in his mid forties, he was in amazing shape. He looked to be about six feet tall, gray hair cut close and a full mustache that wrapped around his mouth. The man reminded Sam of a character that might be found in a Tom of Finland drawing (he had seen a book containing these images in a bondage shop that he frequented with his wife. It occurred to him that he was also aroused by the images seen in that book; he didn't think twice about it then since he had been with his wife while looking through it). His eyes traveled down the man's body until they came to his cock. 

It was beautiful. It was somewhere between 10 and 12 inches and uncut. It looked thick enough to prevent his thumb and finger from touching if wrapped around it. Sam absentmindedly began to stroke his own cock as he watched the foreskin of the other man's cock slide over the massive head. 

The motions of the man's hand hypnotized him. 

The hand sliding up and down the massive tool transfixed him. 

At times he seemed to be sliding his hand over the skin and then he would actually slide the skin up and down the shaft and over the head. Every time the purple top of the penis came into view Sam had to fight his orgasm. 

Like the rest of his cock, it was truly beautiful. 

Sam wanted desperately to touch it. 

He wanted to taste it. 

He wondered how heavy the shaft was. 

He tried to imagine the large, hairless testicles against his tongue. The man slowed his pace and squeezed several drops of pre-come out the tip. Sam wanted to taste the salt. 

Without realizing it, Sam paced his strokes to match those of his steam partner. Together they alternated between quick and slow. He brought himself to the brink of orgasm several times, only to stop just short. Judging by the look on the man's face as well as the small sounds occasionally escaping him, he was in the same boat. 

The man's pace quickened and Sam saw his hairless balls rise up to the base of his cock. Sam pulled his hand from his own penis as he felt his orgasm nearing. Somewhere in the back of his head was the feeling that, if he came, he would feel like he was cheating on his wife. His cock jumped with the beginning surges of orgasm. Although he stopped before complete eruption, he felt a brief surge of come escape past his urethra. 

The man with the massive member saw Sam's cock jump and this must have pushed him over the edge. His eyes and head rolled back, his breathing and hand quickened and Sam saw several long ropes of come shoot from the mans thick appendage. The semen covered half the six-foot distance between the two. 

Sam hadn't realized he had resumed masturbating until he felt his own come pulse through the vein he held in his hand. He seemed to lose vision as his body was overcome with the most intense feeling he had ever experienced. He wasn't thinking about the fact that he had just experienced his first homosexual encounter or that he wanted to touch another man's penis. 

He was completely lost in the shear eroticism of the moment. 

He opened his eyes to see his friend watching him with a huge smile on his face. 

Sam slowly milked the remaining liquid from hi penis as the other man quietly cleaned up the bench with his towel, stood up and left the steam room, his post orgasm cock swinging between his thighs.

Sam suddenly realized how hot it was in the steam room. He cleaned up after himself and slowly made his way toward the door in somewhat of a daze. He suspected that there would be some emotional aftermath he was going to have to deal with but, nonetheless, knew he would be back. 

That was two weeks ago. Since, Sam had fantasized about it often. He had also suffered from anxiety over the fact that he has masturbated with another male. He swore never to return yet, oddly enough, here he was. At that moment, a tall black man walked into the steam room, looked at Sam, gave him a slight smile, and sat on the bench across from him offering him a partial view up his towel. Sam felt the familiar tingle in his crotch...



Steamy 3sum



Angel & Melanie were best friends growing up. They did everything together. That's what she told him. He had been dating Angel for a few months now, and they were getting pretty serious. When she said that she wanted him to meet her friend Melanie, he was looking forward to it. He had heard all sorts of stories about the two of them. Grade school antics, dance recitals, junior high, cheerleading, gymnastics, High school, they even applied and attended the same college. Angela told him that they were inseparable and shared everything.

Angela made arrangements to go to Melanie's house in South Beach for that weekend. They drove up after work on Friday and arrived early evening. When Erik picked Angela up at her house, his jaw dropped. She was naturally beautiful, long auburn hair, lovely green eyes, and a trim athletic build. A Julia Roberts look alike. She made friends as easily as breathing, she was friendly, witty, intelligent, and her smile lit up everything around her. She was wearing a dark green halter, with a matching mini skirt. She looked awesome!! She looked at him and smiled, it was going to be an interesting drive.

On the way to Melanie's, he was treated to a peep show. Angela had cranked up the radio to one of her favorite Sarah McLaughlin songs. Then slowly pulled her skirt up, revealing that she had seemingly forgotten where she kept her undies. She teases him by drawing her index finger seductively into her mouth, making sure he sees how much she lingers on sucking the digit. Then as she withdraws it, he can see the sheen of salivaas she places it down between her legs and circles her clit with it. She arches her back as if hit by an electric current. But she doesn't stop there. After rubbing herself slowly, she then inserts the first finger inside herself.

He is jarred back to reality by a blaring car horn as he steers back into his own lane. Angela giggles at him. He is now attempting to focus on his driving but is distracted by her moans and groans as she pleasures herself. He quickly glances towards her - he now sees not only one finger but 3 jammed into her hot young pussy. She is working herself into a lather and he can tell by the volume that she is close to cumming. She has one hand under her halter pulling on her erect nipples as her hand continues its steady rhythm. He loves watching her masturbate, he reaches down to his pants and feels himself. His hard cock trying to burst through his pants. She moans louder and he can see that she has succeeded in cumming all over her hand. She looks at him with lust in her eyes. She looks down to where his hand is filled with his meat. She climbs over to him. 

Kissing him passionately as her hand replaces his. His gently squeezes him, making him groan with pleasure. She shimmies down to lay flat on the seat. She undoes his pants and pulls out her prize. The cool air hits his hot cock seconds before she engulfs his head. Sucking it hard into her mouth. He lays his hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair as she bobs up and down on him. He reaches down with his other hand to adjust the seat back to its furthest setting. As she blows him he reaches over and grabs an ass cheek, squeezing it for play before he feels for her crack. She lets him dip a fingertip into her hot wet cunt, he feels the wet walls of her pussy, and feels her squirm under him. She pulls his balls out and sucks them into her mouth, stroking his shaft as she does. He pulls his hand out from her and licks his fingers clean.

After watching her show and feeling her fuck his dick with her mouth, he knows he can't last much longer. He slows the car down and pulls to the far right lane as he explodes in her mouth. She sucks him in greedily, taking his cum in her mouth. When he is done, she pulls away and looks up at him with that sexy smirk that makes him shiver. She tucks him back into his pants. Then lays back into her own seat as if nothing had just happened.

She looks at the highway and says that her exit is coming up soon.

When they arrive, a gorgeous young girl comes bounding out of the house. She seems to be about 5'6", to Angela's 5'10", with blonde hair longer than Angela's, wearing a sundress that does little to hide anything. It's clear that she has nothing on under it and Angela has noticed, but says nothing. She hugs her friend close and he can tell she is very glad to see her. As they part from the hug both girls' nipples are visible thru their tops. Melanie turns to him and says, "You must be Erik, I've heard so many nice things about you," as she embraces him.

Erik can feel the young girls breast compress against his chest. The hug was a little longer than what he expected for a first time greeting, but he enjoyed it. She and Angela turned to head for the house, while he retrieved the overnight bags. He caught them whispering to themselves and giggling like young schoolgirls. Angela caught his eye and smiled at him, even gave him a wink.

They went out to a club Melanie knew of and had a great time. He danced with both girls. They drank, not too much, and ended the night getting a quick bite to eat before making their way home. Angela had showed him the house earlier and Melanie told him to make himself at home. He noticed a sauna in the basement, and whispered to Angela asking if she'd be interested in some steamy fun. She had a wry grin on her face saying that would be fine. They went downstairs after saying goodnight to Melanie.

The sauna was in stand-by mode and took no time at all to steam up. Erik tossed some water on the rocks, and after sizzling, the small chamber steamed up. Inside there were two levels of seating, shaped in an "L". They had removed their clothes before entering, taking some towels left on a rack outside the door. Angela was looking very yummy, and she was sitting on the upper level as he dribbled some more water on the rocks. It was quite steamy in there now; a haze was building at the ceiling. He went to her and she welcomed him, dropping the towel she had wrapped around her. As she enveloped him in her embrace, he stroked her now damp backside, running his hands up and down her back. He was at her neck kissing and roaming his hands to her front. As she leaned back against the wall, he grabbed both breasts in each hand, thumbing her already stiff nipples. 

She arched her back and fed him her tits as she felt below for him; she found his sweating member stiff and ready. She stroked him several times; she could feel him getting slick with sweat. He dropped down to bring his lips in contact with her nipples, sucking them into his mouth, tasting the saltiness on them. The texture of the wrinkled skin turns him on. He enjoys sucking her. He stops momentarily to kiss her lips full hard, entwining tongues, dancing in their mouths. His hands drops to her wet pussy. He feels her open wide for him, he can't tell which are juices and which is sweat. He thinks its time to see what she tastes like. He kneels in front of her; she guides his head down low, where his tongue snakes out and flicks against her engorged clit. She's enjoying the feeling of his mouth on her when the door opens.

Melanie is halfway in before she realizes what's happening. She doesn't leave, she watches her friend's lover expertly licking at her. Melanie's hands slowly work their way to her own bared breasts and she can feel herself become aroused. When they were younger they played and experimented with each other, and those feelings were coming back now. She reached down to touch her own pussy, and could feel it warming up, and it wasn't because of the sauna.

Erik wasn't aware of what was happening but felt a presence pass him by, when Melanie strode up the bench to reach for Angela's tits. The two girls exchanged glances at each other's bodies and Melanie asked, "Is he as good as he looks?"

Angela replied, "Oh yes, he really enjoys eating me."

"Do you think he's willing to share?"

"You'll have to ask him yourself, but I'm sure he won't mind."

Melanie squatted beside Erik as he licked his girlfriend, and asked if he would like some help. He said that she could enjoy Angela herself and he would enjoy her. So as Mel, began licking her friend's cunny, Erik introduced himself to a new pussy. She was well trimmed and had the slightest stripe of hair. And as he spread her lips wide and saw her pink juicy insidehe began licking her in earnest. While he sucked at Melanie, he could hear his girlfriend moaning from the reaming she was getting from her friend. He slid a few fingers inside as he ate her; she was very wet and very tight. His hand was picking up speed as he fucked her with his hand, she was moaning around her friend's puss. She was so excited that she stopped her ministrations on Angela and was breathing quite hard, humping against his face, rubbing her hard clit against his chin. Melanie was overcome with sensations. Angela was now licking Mel's tits and pinching her dark nipples. She came in a flood of juices, covering Erik's face and hands. Sweat coated all of them.

Erik sat back with his hard on pointing straight up and asked Angela to straddle him. As Angela moved towards him, she took him in her hand and guided his sweat-covered dick inside her. She slowly lowered herself onto him, and he helped her. She began riding him and braced herself on the bench as he fucked her hard and steady. Raising his hips for every thrust, he pushed deep with every stroke. Not to be left out, Melanie was in front of them both, her hands simultaneously playing with Angela's tits, and Erik's hanging balls. Melanie brought her hand down to rub Angela's clit as she got it from behind. She rubbed it vigorously from side to side. Angela was moaning loudly, telling Erik -"fuck me, fuck me...oh... yeah, hmmm."

She told them both she was going to cum soon. Melanie continued stroking her friend, urging her to orgasm. Erik would alter between long slow thrusts and quick rapid fire jams. With Melanie playing with his balls he couldn't last too much longer either.

Angela screamed out as she felt herself cum. Oh it felt so good, Erik could feel her juices running down his thigh. That was all he could stand. He pulled out of her and felt himself shooting on her. Jet after jet, and Melanie was there to help him. She stroked his cock as he let loose his cum. Melanie thanked them. She licked her fingers clean and gave both Angela and Erik a kiss. She told them that there were showers just outside, and was looking forward to breakfast.

Angela watched her as she left the sauna; she turned to her boyfriend and asked what he thought. He was still catching his breath when he smiled and said, "She's nice. -Let's keep her!"

*****



Steamy At The Gym



I was working out at the gym when I spotted a very sexy girl across the room, working on a leg machine. I should say woman though, as she looked to be around forty. She had nice curly brown hair, a cute face, and lots of curves. She was wearing a tight blow v-neck long sleeve shirt that seemed to hardly contain her full breasts, that must have been double-d's in size. Her large, round ass looked incredible in a pair of black tights and when she bent down to tie her shoe, I felt my cock growing in my jockstrap, thankful that the cotton pouch was tight enough to not allow me to get fully hard. I had always lusted after older women and this curvy, voluptuous brown haired forty year old had my balls aching. I started another set of shoulder presses, hoping to get my mind off of her. As soon as I finished though, I looked over to see her laying on the hamstring curl machine, her fine ass pushed up in the air. I couldn't help but imagine stripping off her tights and rubbing her ass, touching and feeling it, then asking her to spread her cheeks so I could finger and lick her asshole. My cock began to grow more and I decided to head to the locker room before I got fully hard in the middle of the gym.

I pulled my shirt off over my head, standing in my socks, wearing shorts and a jock. I was a bit sweaty from the workout and tried to get the hot older woman out of my mind, wishing that my semi-hard cock would go away so that I could get undressed. There is nothing quite as sexy as a full figured, large breasted, round assed woman, especially one a few years older; young girls are fun, but older women hold the allure of being more passionate, more excited about a really hot encounter. I pulled my shorts off, then tugged down my jock, my still semi-hard cock bouncing out, happy to be freed of the restrictive jock. It felt good to be sweaty and naked and since no one was around, I gave my cock shaft a good squeeze, then my balls as well, wishing I could slide into the woman. I'd just shaved my balls and scissor-clipped my pubic hair the day before, so my cock and balls felt great, smooth and sensitive.

I was sitting in the sauna with my eyes closed, head back against the wall and a towel across my waist. I had my hand slipped under the towel, gently rubbing my balls, enjoying how smooth and slippery they felt. I heard the door open, surprising me. I opened my eyes to see a guy I'd never seen before, step into the sauna and pull the door closed behind him. We exchanged hellos and I closed my eyes again, pushing my cock down in order to try and conceal my semi-erection.

"Damn, did you see that older woman in black out there?"

I opened my eyes. He was sitting on his towel and I couldn't help but notice his cock, as it was a bit hard as well.

"Uh...yeah," I stammered, a bit surprised by his direct question.

"Is that why you're cock is a bit hard under that towel?" I chuckled, a bit embarrassed.

"Uh...yeah. I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

"Hey, ain't nothing wrong with getting a hard-on from seeing a hot older woman. Man, if you weren't sitting in here right now, I'd jerk my cock off, thinking about her!"

"Hey, don't stop on my account..."

"Cool, some guys are up tight about that stuff, but I don't see nothin' wrong with it. Man, maybe we could double team her, show her a good time! Love to watch her suck you while I eat her pussy."

"Ugh, you better stop talking like that...my hard-on is going to get bigger, not smaller!"

"No worries, a hard cock is nice to look at when jerking off. Me and another guy here will jerk off together in her sometimes. It's pretty fun, and sometimes just necessary after seeing all those women out in the gym."

My cock was now fully hard, pushing my towel up into the air. 

"Well, there ain't no point in trying to hide your hard on, might as well let it breathe!"

I looked down at his cock, which was also fully hard. I pulled my towel off, feeling the warm air against my smooth balls.

"Hey, your cock looks just like mine!"

I looked at his cock, with his nice smooth balls and thick, uncircumsized shaft.

"Yeah, except you're lucky, got that foreskin, and all those nerves in it! I'm always jealous of uncut guys."

"Ha, don't be. I'm jerking off all the time 'cause it feels so good." His cock did look like mine, but his shaft was thicker, he cockhead bigger and his balls just about the same size.

"Well, two guys with nice cocks and hard-ons in the sauna, what should we do?"

"I sure damn wish that woman was in here with us!"

"Damn, that would be fucking great. I'd love to fuck her tits, give her a big hot spurt of cum all over them."

"Yeah, that would be great. Well, we might as well do something with this hard cocks of ours..." He began to slowly pull his shaft.

"Wow, I can't believe you can get your hand around your cock...it's so damn thick!"

"I know, but yours is pretty thick too! Hell, for a guy your size your cock is huge. Nearly as big as mine, but I'm half a foot taller than you!"

I started to rub my balls, gently feeling under them, enjoying how smooth and sweaty the spot between my balls and asshole was.

"Thanks. Damn, this is pretty fun, now I can see why you make a habit of this..."

"Yeah, sometimes I just get so turned on by the women out there. It just happened one day when me and this guy were in here and both of us had noticed the same woman and both of us got hard-ons. I'd never jacked off with a guy before, but he started stroking his cock and one thing led to another...It was real hot seeing him shoot a big load from his fat cock. Ha, now I'm a cock fiend, jerking off all the time with other guys!"

Suddenly the door opened, catching both of us by surprise, pulling at our hard thick cocks. It was her, the curvy older woman!

She smiled at us, then our cocks. "Were you boys talking about me?"

"Um...," I stammered.

"We sure were, mam," he said.

"I could tell you two were watching me in the gym, thinking about what I'd look like with my clothes off." She was wearing just a towel, snuggly hugging her tits and hips.

"Do you want to see what I look like under this towel?"

"Sure."

"Definitely." My cock throbbed with excitement, my hand still wrapped around my shaft.

"Well, first you need to be punished a little, first for staring at me and secondly because you are in here jacking those fat cocks of yours, and didn't even invite me to join in!" She walked up to us, standing between us and grabbed both of our cocks, squeezing my shaft hard, then slowly stroking it. "You need to be good boys and do just as I say, then maybe you'll get to see what I'm hiding under here." I thought my balls were going to erupt and had no idea what she had in mind. She pulled us up by our cocks and stood us facing each other, removing her hand from our cocks and sitting on the lower tier of the bench. 

"Wow, you boys have some fine cocks! So thick and sweaty, and look, you're uncut and your cut. I can't wait to get those in my mouth But, first we have to play a game...the loser has to wait to fuck me, while the winner gets to go right for my tight pussy, and even tighter butthole!"

"Mmm, I'd love to fuck that ass of yours," I told her. "I nearly came in my jock when I say you laying down on the leg machine."

"Well, you better do your best to win. Here," she said, as she took our hands, placing mine on his cock, and his around my shaft. I didn't think my hand could even close around his shaft, which was half the size of my wrist. "Now how does that feel?"

"Like I could cum right now!"

"Well, do your best to win. I want you two to jack those fat cocks off for me, while I watch." I felt her hand on my ass as she pressed us cockhead-to-cockhead. I looked down, seeing the precum oozing from his throbbing cock. "Mmm, now isn't that a sight, your cockheads rubbing together, your precum mixing! Now start jerking those cocks. The first to cum is the loser..."

I began to jack his fat shaft and he did the same to mine.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last long!"

"Me either!"

We both looked at her as she eyed our cocks and slipped the towel down to reveal her huge tits. She had good sized aerolas and very large nipples, which were stiff. "How do these look?"

"Fucking hot!"

"Mmm, well, keep jerking those cocks and the one to hold out can fuck these tits for me. Wouldn't that feel good? These big soft tits wrapped around your throbbing cock."

"Damn, my balls are aching so much." She rubbed her tits against my hips, her slightly sweaty chest gliding on my leg. She stood up, rubbing our chests. "Keep jacking those hot fat cocks boys. I want to see them erupt! Here, let me help a bit," she said, reaching around behind us, then rubbing our balls through our legs.

"Oh god, fuck that feels good," he said. I was doing my best to hold off, jacking his cock fast, hoping I could get him to shoot off first. "I'm not gonna last much longer!"

"C'mon, jack those cocks, let me see that cum fly!"

"Oh, damn, fuck," he grunted. I looked down, turned on by stroking his thick cock and watching his foreskin move back and forth over his fat cockhead. "That's it!"

He moaned as a burst of cum shot out of his cock, hitting my stomach right above my cock. "Mmm, that's it! Burst for me, shoot that big fucking load on his fat cock!" I had stopped jacking his cock, shocked by how hard he had shot his first stream. He grabbed his cock, still holding mine.

"Mmm, sure baby!" he told her. He fired a second stream of cum, white and thick, all over the top of my shaft as he pressed my cock down a bit.

"Mmm, get his balls too! Cover those for me!" When I felt his stream of cum blast onto my smooth balls, I lost it too!"

"Oh god, fuck, I'm going to spurt off too!"

"Mmm, yeah baby, spurt that big fat cock of his! See if you can cover his shaft for me!"

Another spurt of cum flew out of his fat cock, shocking me that he third stream was as thick and full as his first. My cock twitched and I groaned as my first spurt exploded out of my cockhead, landing in his pubic hair. My legs twitched a bit and I almost felt like I was going to faint.

"Mmm, those two fat cocks both spurting for me at once! That is so hot, boys!" I was dizzy and felt a bit light headed. "Mmm, another spurt for me!" she commented as my second load erupted from my balls, again hitting him in the stomach. His cock had finally stopped spurting, after five powerful streams of jizz had erupted from it. We both held his cock together, which was still throbbing and hard. I groaned at the third powerful spurt rocketed out of my cock, hitting our hands and landing on his thick shaft. I closed my eyes, feeling like I might faint. My cock twitched again, then another time and it felt like my cum was staring in my feet before rocketing out of my cockhead. I felt her kissing me as I opened my eyes.

"Now look at those cocks! Covered in hot, thick cum. You boys made a big mess! Just how are we going to clean you two up?" Our pubic hair was wet and matted down, sprayed with so much cum and I could feel his cum on my smooth, sweaty balls. I'd shot two spurts directly on his shaft and when I looked at my cock his cum was dripping off my cockhead. "Now I could clean them, but you two seemed to really enjoy working on those cocks for me..." She was now naked, having dropped her towel on the bench. She had a small waist that flared into large hips and an ass the was round and full. "And, since you both came at once, neither of you really won, so neither deserves a prize...But, how about you two clean those cocks for me, while I help out, and play with those big balls of yours. And I bet you wouldn't mind if I played with your hot asses either."

I had no idea what she had in mind, but I was so turned on from the jerking off and seeing his cock erupt all over mine that I was horny for anything. I couldn't believe how hot it felt to have another cock in my hand, to jack off his thick shaft.

"Maybe you two could clean one another, suck each other fully hard again, while I help. Then you can fuck my mouth and tits."

"And buttfuck that hot ass of yours!"

"And that too..."



Steamy Bengali Couple



It all began one Saturday afternoon when I had decided that the boredom of staying home was too much, especially on a hot day like today. As I walk down the busy high Street, I should tell you a little about myself. I'm a Bengali British guy, from a good family in England. I'm 5ft 9 inches tall, light complexion, average weight, medium build, firm chest and stomach with a decent cute bum (so I've been told by my female friends).

As I walked past local supermarket, I saw a beautiful young girl walking out of the supermarket. She was a Bengali girl, well dressed with a tight top and a flarey modern skirt on with matching boots. She had straight hair and was a little shorter then me. We were both walked towards each other when suddenly one of her shopping bags ripped open at the bottom and all her shopping had fallen to the floor. I went up to her and started helping her gather her shopping. She looked up and smiled and there was this awkward silence for a few seconds when she spoke with such a sweet voice.

"I'm so clumsy...thank you for helping me." To which I replied, your welcome. We stood up and I said "I guess they don't make bags like they use (something which made me sound old, but I wasn't thinking straight).

She laughed and said "yeah, you're probably right." I looked at her and realised that she had no space for the rest of her shopping which she was holding in her hands.

Which way you headed? I asked. 

I'm just heading back down the High St and I live just around the corner. 

I'm heading the same way, why don't I carry the rest of the shopping....there's no space left in your bags. She stood there with some shock, like I had asked some stupid question and said, "That's really nice of you, thanks."

We talked about all kinds of things as we walked down towards her house. I found out that her name was Yasmin and she was 24 and worked as a nurse. When we were at her door step I gave her the rest of the shopping. 

"Thanks Ahmed for your help. It was lovely to meet you." This was when she would disappear out of my life and I so wanted to get to know her more.

"It was lovely to meet you too Yasmin." I paused for a second.

"Listen, I know we've just met, but I'd really liked to get to know you more. Would you like to have dinner with me some time?"

She smiled and blushed, as I waited for her answer. 

"Hmmm, how about a coffee?"

"Coffee's so over-rated these days. Dinners much more fun, besides you can tell a lot by what a person eats," I replied.

"Really, is that a fact, she said with a smile"

Was she flirting, I asked myself.

"Dinner sounds great. I'd love to"

We exchanged numbers and set a dinner date for next week. During the week we chatted on the phone and got to know each other more. I found out that she wasn't into fancy restaurants and liked normal food, like eating at Nandos or a corner Italian bistro. Our dinner date went great and we realised we had a passion for good food.

After several times of meeting up, we had officially become a couple and had our first kiss on the bridge of the canal just after sunset. It was all very romantic and we could see that we were falling for each other.

As we walked back to her house, suddenly it started to rain really heavy. We started laughing and ran for her house. We were really soaked. When we got to her door step, we stood under the shelter.

"Would you like to come in and dry yourself off," she asked.

"I don't think your family would like it if you bring some guy inside your home," I replied.

"Oh its ok, I live alone"

I was shocked and puzzled why a 24 year old single girl would be living alone

"Come on, your soaking wet," she said.

I decided to go in. I was still a little puzzled. I dried off in the bathroom while she went and changed into some dry clothes.

I waited for her at the bottom of the stairs when I saw her walking down. She had changed into a tight traditional salwar kameez. It was then that I notice how she had a lovely figure. She had never worn anything which fit her so well.

"Go sit down, I'll go get us something to eat," she said.

I sat in her living room for a while and she came in with a tray with Asian food and drinks. While she was putting the food on the coffee table, her salwar kameez which had a low cut was showing her very deep cleavage. I hadn't noticed just how big her boobs were. They must have been at least 32D. As I looked at her deep cleavage, I could see her tight black lacy bra struggling to keep her tits in. My cock started stirring in my pants. She noticed me looking but acted normal. We sat down and ate and chatted more and I asked why she was living alone.

I found that she came from a very wealthy family and she had an arranged marriage in Bangladesh to a more elder man when she was 21. Although her family thought it was the right thing to do, they only realised after that the elder man married her for their families wealth and for a chance to live in England.

She talked about how much she regretted sleeping with him on their wedding night and how her family had set for a divorce a few months after her wedding. When I had asked why she never re-married, she tearfully said how it would now be difficult to get her married now that she was a divorcee.

I saw a sad look upon her face as I wiped away her tears. We embraced and started softly kissing each other. I kissed her all over her neck and then back to her lips, kissing her more passionately. Even though we had been dating for a while, I never disrespected her by touching her. We broke our kiss and stood up and rapped our arms around each other. She looked up into my eyes and started massaging my butt.

I started smiling and she asked whether I minded her touching me.

"I'm your boyfriend; you can touch me anywhere you want." She smiled and said "same goes for you then."

We started kissing each other and started feeling each others butts. She had a tight round ass...it felt soft but very firm. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. Her big soft bhooni (tits) were pressing against me. That feeling was arousing me and felt very horny. My cock was getting harder and harder. My hands moved up her hips and then under her salwar kemeez towards her huge tits. She must have been turned on, cos I could feel her nipples pressing against her bra. She let out a soft moan when my hands starting massaging over bra.

Suddenly she broke our kiss and started giggling. I asked her what was funny.

"You're poking me," she said as she laughed.

I didn't realise what she meant until I realised my cock had gone rock solid and was rubbing against her.

I didn't know what to say and she smiled and said "I'm glad I can turn you on......I can't wait to see it"

When I heard her say that, I felt even hornier and pulled her towards me and grabbed her round ass. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. My hard cock desperately wanting to get out started rubbing against her pussy through her kameez. I pressed her against the wall and kissed her neck and upper chest.

Then she pushed away and grabbed my hard cock and gave it a big squeeze and started taking my jeans off, leaving just my boxers on. As she was doing this, I took my top off.

I started undressing her leaving her bra and thong on. She looked very sexy.

Realising what was coming next, we headed for the bedroom. I watched her butt cheeks move up and down as she walked up the stairs. In the bedroom we embraced again and as we kissed, I unhooked her bra strap and her bra fell to the floor. Her boobs were now pressing against my pecks. Her nipples felt firm against my skin. With our eyes were closed, we both slowly felt each others bodies. I ran my hands over her soft supple boobs. I wanted to see her huge tits. I broke our kiss and looked back at her. Her tits were bigger then I thought and she smiled when she saw me staring at them with so much lust. 

"Amar bhooni shoon-dur ni?" (are my boobs nice), she said, with a cheeky smile.

"They look lovely I said" as I picked her up and laid her on the edge of the bed. I started kissing on her mouth and then slowly kissed down her neck. She closed her eyes when I started kissing downwards towards her tits. 

I wanted to tease her so I started rubbing my finger in a circular motion around her tits towards her nipples. Every time my finger went around her nipples, they moved closer and closer to her nipples. She softly moaned as the teasing was getting too much to bear. Finally I started rubbing both her nipples and took one of them into my mouth and started sucking on it. They had gotten very erect and Yasmin was moaning quietly. 

"Amar bhoni kha....Suck my big tits babe, suck them now"

I loved the feeling of having her nipples in my mouth and teased them with my tongue. Then I pinched her nipple and then quickly took then in my mouth afterwards, giving her the feeling of pain and pleasure

I massaged and sucked her tits for a while and then started kissing her stomach and belly button, slowly moving towards her pussy. Her body was responding to my hands very well. 

I teasingly slipped off her thong which was damp around her pussy lips. Her pussy was beautiful. She had a Brazilian strip with the rest of the pussy clean shaven. It was glistening with her juices and I pushed my face towards her cunt to inhale the sweet aroma of her honey juices. I was so turned on. My rock hard solid cock was dying to come out my boxers. I began to kiss around her feet, moving upwards as the kissing went on and feeling the length of her smooth legs. When I had reached her thighs, I spread her legs apart, giving me a nice view of her open crack. I stopped and rubbed her inner thighs but never rubbing her pussy. 

The smell of her pussy was intoxicating. I kissed and rubbed around her pussy and her clit but never directly on her pussy lips or clitoris. The teasing was too much and she was getting dirtier in her sex talk.

"oh u fhunga (bastard), stop teasing me.....amar foon kha" (eat my pussy)

Her legs became wider and the smooth muscles of her pussy grabbed my tongue and pulled me in. I found her clit and my tongue licked up, around and sucked on it. I grabbed her butt from below and while squeezing them from below I started licking her clitoris violently. She was now moaning louder and my attentions brought forth an orgasm. I was stunned by the force with which she locked my head to her pussy. I was arrested in between her most beautiful thighs and the waves of her orgasm drenched me with the sweetest of honey juice.

Yasmin was squirming on the bed and I bit her clitoris slightly and licked her cunt in long strokes in an upward motion. I then inserted my finger in her cunt and started finger fucking her. That was too much for her. She let go a loud cry with ecstasy. I started fingering her pussy and sucking on her clit at the same time.

She was screaming now. Her cunt was getting wetter and hotter. I enjoyed moving my fingers inside her hot wet pussy. I was touching and pressing her inner walls and her g-spot with my finger as she moaned loudly.

"Oh fucking yes!" I started fingering her faster and my left hand massaged her tits. Yasmin's foon (pussy) was on fire. She held my head and my face fully into her cunt. I was licking and sucking faster. Yasmin didn't want me to stop eating her pussy or pressing her tits. Her body was quivering and instinctively started to buck. I was licking and hitting her g-spot.

Suddenly she stopped bucking and let out a deep loud moan. Her orgasm had filled my fingers and hand with her pussy juices. 

"Oh baby, that was fucking great. I never knew oral sex could be this good. My bastard ex husband never ever did this"

She smiled and got up to give me a kiss. "It's your turn now baby," said Yasmin, very excited.

I sat at the edge of the bed and she teasingly pealed my boxers off. My 6 and a half inch thick cock just sprang out in full view. 

"Oh fuck, it's so thick," she said. "I'm gonna love sucking your bog-ga! (cock)"

She started stroking the length of my cock, slowly moving up and down and feeling how hard it was, giving me a slow wank. With her other hand, she gently cupped my balls. I was too horny to say anything and just watched in the mirror behind her of her ass and her wet pussy glistening in the light.

I looked down to see Yasmin kissing my cock and licking underneath the length of my cock. Oh, the feeling was really wonderful. My first ever blowjob. It was her first time giving one as well. She slowly sucked it and her wet tongue travelled the full length my cock back and forth. The wetness and movement of her mouth was incredible and I was trembling on every touch. She tightened her tongue, which increased the suction on my cock.

Her sucking became faster and deeper. I was in heaven. 

She sucked all my pre-cum and was eagerly waiting for my thick cum to fill her mouth. After 10 minutes of vigorous sucking I told her I was about to cum. She looked up at me and I could see that her eyes were filled with lust. I thought she would stop before I would explode, but she opened her mouth wide and gulped 2 mouthfuls of cum. Then she licked my tool absolutely dry.

With a gentle smile she stood and sat by my side. I grabbed her onto me and she sat on my semi-hard cock massaging it with her wet pussy by gently moving her hips and waist in a circular way while fervently kissing my lips.

We kissed like this for a while until my cock was hard again. I turned her around and laid of on the bed with her legs wide apart. I started to rub my cock on her pussy lips and clitoris and on the soft flesh by moving the lips apart by my angry red dick head. She started groaning as I teased her love spot. I kept rubbing her pussy lips with my cock and it was getting too much for her.

"Oh fuck me you bastard, souda amar rare." "Tourr ghod-dha fel ha-ra" (stick your thick cock inside)

She started to beg me to ram her hole. I pushed my thick bog-ga (cock) into her steaming wet hole. But only the red helmet went inside, as it was very tight though it was full of juices. She gave a strong upward thrust by raising her hips and then my dick slid half way through with a 'clup' sound. I gathered all my strength and with one big jerk I rammed my hot cock into the juicy hole. It gave a thumping sound as it hit her inner walls and was completely dipped in the hot juices.

She closed her eyes and asked me to fuck her deep. I began deep strokes in her pussy and my balls slapped against her butt. I slowly moved my cock in and out in her wet pussy and she moaned loudly. We both enjoyed the pleasure and I dug deep into her wet cunt. 

"Oh fuck yes, yes." We fucked liked this for a while and she wrapped her legs around me, pushing on my butt to get in deeper. I raised her legs onto my shoulders and penetrated her more. After several minutes of fucking she exploded her juices, soaking my balls, as the juice flowed down her asshole and fell onto the bed sheet. Shortly after her explosion I also exploded my cum inside her pussy and I laid upon her and kissed madly for further few moments and sucked her boobs."

She started wanking my cock and soon my cock was rock solid again. She got up and sat over me and raised her ass and moved my cock into position and slipped it in her pussy. She looked at me and started thrusting in and out, while moving her hips.

She started riding me slowly. I was squeezing her boobs and kissing her every now and then. She started riding me really fast and hard. She was screaming, moaning and riding faster and faster. I held onto her hips and she closed her eyes and leaned back. Her tits were bouncing up and down. 

Soon she was screamming "AAAAAAHHHHHH AAAAAAAHHHH.... oh fuck yes aaarh." I never knew she had such a wild side as she fucked me harder and harder. After a while I told her that I was about to cum and she said, "Cum inside me. I want to feel that hot cum of yours" I came really hard and she shortly after she did too. She threw her self on me - keeping my cock inside of hers. We kissed, hugged so tight and held each other in one another's arms. I pulled my self out from her and she came next to me and rested her head on my chest. 

She was massaged my chest, I was running my fingers in her silky hair. We lay like this for few minutes - no words were spoken. I could feel her heavy breathing and she was really happy, cos she was kissing my chest every now and then.

With the other hand, I grabbed her buttocks and massaged them. She moaned, AAAAAHHHH . I pressed it again. She did the same. My tool was getting little hard now and she saw it and smiled at me - and said, "I want that inside me again." 

She moved into the doggy position on the floor in front of the tall mirror and raised her beautiful ass in the air. I went on the floor behind her and started rubbing my cock over her butt hole. She was shocked and thought I was gonna fuck her ass!

"No baby, not in there. Your cock's too thick. I won't be able to take it....foon-dor ha-ra (put it in my pussy)."

I smiled and re-assured her that I was just rubbing my cock on her asshole and it was her foon (pussy) that was gonna get rammed.

She laughed and said, "whatever you say baby....tourr moota fel ha-ra" (stick your big cock in).

With one deep push I slipped my cock all the way into her drenched pussy. I wanted this too last long and started moving in and out slowly. The slow fuck was enjoyable and we watched each other in the mirror. It was very sexy. I started to massage her ass and softly spanking it. Her eyes widen and I knew she was loving it when she looked at me and bit down on her lip.

I held onto her hips and started fucking her harder. Yasmin started moaning out loud "oh yes, arrrrgh arrggh....sue-da amar reh" (fuck me).

I picked up the pace and went in deeper. She was now moaning and groaning really loud. "aaror ju-reh" "aaror ju-reh" (more harder, more harder) Oh you beautiful fhung-ga (bastard), tear my foon (pussy) apart.

Hearing that, I started ramming her pussy really hard and was fucking her deep, as my balls started to bounce off her ass. Yasmin pushed her ass back as I thrust forward, matching my rhythm. We were both close to orgasm and I shouted out, "I'm going to cum." My cock shot cum deep into her cunt and filled her all up. I took it out and the cum shot over her ass and back. She too had exploded another orgasm.

We lay in bed next to each other exhausted after a long fuck session. After some minutes of rest we had a long shower together, where she gave me another blowjob, after I had licked and sucked her boobs and pussy.

Me and Yasmin dated for a while and were clearly in love. I loved her so much that, I got down on one knee and proposed on the very bridge we had our first kiss in the moonlight. We had a beautiful summer wedding and a year and a half later she's now expecting our first child. After 25 years of loneliness, I was finally happy!

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Hope everyone enjoyed the story. If you have any constructive criticisms, then please email me. Thanks! 



Steamy Car Ride



It had been a long weekend of partying. We went to a few clubs since were all of legal age. We were all tired, hangover, cranky, and hungry. We had to fit six people into a small car on the ride back fine. 

We had no idea how we were all gonna fit with all the baggage as the trunk was already full. We figured my roommates girlfriend would sit on the center console up front but then we realized we had to put the bags there seeing the trunk was already full. 

She of course got upset and wondered how she was gonna get home. I suggested she could sit on my lap in the passenger seat. She was hesitant at first but eventually gave in. Now my roommate's girlfriend is quite sexy. Long legs, round butt cute face and beautiful feet with her toes painted a nice red color. I had always fantasized about sinking my cock inside her. I knew this was my chance.

She was wearing a medium length skirt that went down to he knees. We finally all crammed in and first it wasn't a problem having her on my lap. She was sitting mostly on my left leg. 

She wasn't very heavy. Everyone was talking and singing to pass the time. After about 45 minutes though i could feel the pressure building up on my leg so I asked her if she could adjust for just a second. She popped up and I adjusted myself so she was now fully on top of me. When she sat back down I felt her slightly wiggle her ass to get more comfortable. I began to stir down there. My cock was now getting rock hard moving against her ass. It had gotten very warm and I was getting hot. I don't know if she purposely put her warm slightly wet crotch near my cock but i was starting to get excited. And judging by how her foot was caressing my leg so was she. She was sliding her foot up and down my leg practically begging me to make a move. 

My cock was now bulging under her and she felt it too as she leaned forward, with the bags still blocking her from view and slowly started sliding her panties down her legs. I was now super horny and began to rub her pussy with one of my fingers. She was dripping wet and her pussy was so tight. I slid my fingers in and out of her wet tight pussy. With the music playing it was hard to hear her tiny little moans. I wanted, no I needed to fuck her. 

The anticipation was killing me. I again asked her to sit up because she was "crushing my leg" and when she did i I nonchalantly slipped out my rock hard penis out from my shorts and aimed it towards her moist wet hole. When she sat back down her warm pussy completely engulfed my cock. I almost came immediately, it felt so good. We tried to stay as still as possible but she began to bounce slowly on my cock. Her cunt began to quiver as she squirmed on my lap. My bare cock in her pussy was the best feeling I ever had. She was riding my cock and she could feel every inch of me inside her. I told myself that if I ever got a chance like this I needed to take it. My orgasm was building. I was getting close to filling her pussy up with my seed. 

I felt a stirring in my balls and began to cum deep inside her pussy. It was dripping out onto my leg. We were now completely spent after orgasming. We both sat there for a few minutes with my shrinking cock still buried in her. I pulled my cock out from inside her freshly fucked and cum filled pussy. We eventually got dressed up and started up a conversation with everyone like nothing had happened. And the best part was we still had another two hours in the car. I filled her pussy up with my cum two more times before we arrived home. 

Later that day we arrived home and she called me and told me to come over to her apartment. I walked in the door and she was laying completely naked with her legs spread and her pussy lips open. I dropped my shorts and immediately began fucking her slutty little pussy. She started telling me how she's never fucked anyone but me without a condom before and how good it felt without one. She moaned out that she wanted to be my bareback creampie slut. She wasn't on the pill either, I think deep down she wanted me to get her pregnant. Whenever I needed to cum she wanted it to be inside her pussy. Over the next 6 months I fucked and filled her pussy nearly every day. Then she moved away with her boyfriend. He still has no idea she was my little whore.



Steamy Cleaning Service



You didn't really need it, but the small portable clothes steamer showed up in your Amazon suggestions and before you knew it, it was in your basket. You never had much willpower. When it arrived you pulled a wrinkled shirt out of the clothes basket and steaming it smooth. Impressive. You had a few drinks that evening, and as you were getting ready for bed, just wearing a shirt and panties, you picked up the steamer again and caught yourself in the mirror. You held the steamer across your body like a gun, James Bond pose. "Anything need cleaning today sir?" You had seen the pink vans parked on the streets of LA advertising topless maids, and it got you thinking. Hmm. drink fueled brain, let's do this. The old joke - "What's the best thing to come out of a penis? - Wrinkles." Can use that somehow. No sex though, no touching either, just titillation. You could earn a little money on the side, but that wasn't your main motivation. You were always an exhibitionist, and this would be your outlet.

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Ring on the doorbell, older man answers. Looks ok, normal, that's all you are looking for here. You did your research, so you don't tend to get surprised. TV on loud in the background. Football. Bag of chips and beer on the table. You smile and hold up your bag enticingly. "'So Wrinkly' at your service! Need some clothes steamed?" His eyes walk your body although you are just in regular clothes - for now. Promises for what is to come though. He says nothing and stands aside as you walk in. "Bathroom?" He points and you go in. Not that clean, but it will do. There won't be much steaming happening this evening, let alone any cleaning. 

You see the flyer on the counter. "Steamy evenings - First steaming half price!" So stuffing the mailboxes had been worthwhile after all. It was so easy now, online payment, no tackiness of cash changing hands. You didn't need his money anyway - it was as much for your benefit as for his. Pull on the outfit, take a breath. Pulse racing, step outside. He was watching TV but now he turns and stares. Eats you up, mouth falls open and stays that way. 

Sky high shiny black pumps, black sheer stockings and garter, skimpy black lace panties, little pink apron with a skirt that barely covers you ass and leaves your lacy stocking tops exposed, tits pushed up invitingly, nipples barely covered. Blonde hair cascading down your back. The small steamer in your hand. Give it a squeeze and it hisses and a tendril of steam curls up into the room and dissipates. "So, what do you have that needs dewrinkling?" How's that for innuendo? Cheezy, but never fails to raise a smile.

He gets up. Stumbles. Hurries into the bedroom. Probably hasn't moved that fast for years. Comes back with a couple of old crumpled stained shirts. They don't need to be steamed, they need to go in the garbage. Never mind. You take them from him, lay them on the couch, bend over and start steaming away. TV is forgotten now. He maneuvers himself behind you for a better view. You feel his eyes on your ass and feel yourself getting wet. Give him a good show. Swivel back and forth. You are aware of him coming closer. You put one shoe up on the couch, stretching out the long well toned stocking-encased leg, bending over just a little further. So you can steam better of course. Tits almost falling out of the top. You know he is watching them too. 

And suddenly you decide you want more. The feeling is overpowering although it goes against all your rules. Struggle in your mind for a while, then delicious surrender to the desire. The next part is easy. You turn back and smile. He is getting hard, you see it and make sure he notices that you notice. "Anything else I can help you with?" Turn back, and you know what is coming, and you want it so badly.

His hands touch your legs first tentatively, waiting for a rebuke that doesn't come. Pretty quickly the hands move up to your ass, squeezing and kneading, roughly. Didn't expect much sophistication, and you don't want it now anyway. Sigh, and make sure he hears it. Next thing you hear his belt buckle clank and the sound of the zipper, and a moment later your panties are roughly yanked down to mid-thigh and he has a front row view of your pussy. Touchdown on TV but he's focused on a touchdown of his own now. The stupid pun flits through your mind but is driven out as soon as his fingers probe your pussy and find you are dripping wet and grunts in approval and you moan out loud and decide it's time to stop thinking.

You drop the steamer, it's done its work. Lean forward on the couch, lower your body, head down on the backrest and then you feel him against your ass, trying to find the way in. He seems out of practice, but gets it (at last!) and you feel his rock hard cock slide deep inside you. Normally you can't take it all the way first time but this time you are so wet that he just slides in. He's unbelievably hard - no surprise with you in this outfit. Fuck me heels? Fuck me everything-I'm-wearing.

He grabs you by the waist and starts hammering into you. No buildup, no "Are you ok?" just pounding your pussy as hard as he can. You feel your juices running down your thighs and soaking into your stocking tops. Jeez you are horny and desperate. He calls you a bitch, a whore, and you like it. "Yeah, I'm your bitch. Fuck me harder." He reaches forward and grabs the top of your apron and yanks it down. Your tits spill out and he grabs them and starts kneading them roughly. Now you really start to enjoy it, and he is pounding you like you are the last pussy he's ever going to have. Maybe you are. Right now you that's all you want to be, just a pussy, there to be fucked, nothing more. 

Really demanding now. "Fuck me!" You are moaning, he's pulling your hair and now your head is up and you see him in the mirror, pounding away as your tits bounce back and forth against the head of the couch. You would dare anyone to see you now and not want fuck you. You imagine a crowd around you, watching everything, all waiting there for turn with you. He has some stamina and you are moaning constantly, until eventually he starts to slow down and thrust deeper and harder into you three times, four times and then with a groan he is coming inside you, and you feel him thrust hard each time as he fills your hungry pussy. Pulsing inside you over and over. Looks like it has been a long time. Then he is finally done and you feel him soften and pull out and fall onto the couch, and you stay where you are until you feel the come running out of your pussy and down your thighs.

You drop to the seat and turn. He is lying on his back on the couch. You crawl onto him and take him into your mouth and suck the come off his dick and your taste your pussy juices too. You were even wetter than you thought. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently now, but still makes sure you suck him clean.

A minute, maybe two, and you hear him breathing regularly and know he is sleeping. You head to the bathroom and change back. On a whim you leave the soaked panties on the counter. He will find a good use for them when he's busy reminiscing about all this in here.

Back in your regular clothes, walk out into the living room. He is sitting on the couch now, watching the football again, like nothing happened. You don't care - it was never for him, always for you. Because you wanted to. Because you could. Heading for the door you know he turns to watch but you don't look back. Close the door behind you and feel the come run out of your pussy as you head down the driveway to the car.



Steamy Day at the Cricket



The heat had been building up all day. That heavy, sultry heat that made her wet all over. Thunderstorms always made her horny and today was no exception. She was wriggling in her seat on the Pavilion Terrace and it was not because of boredom...

She was a tall, fiery red-head with green eyes and a magnificent pair of natural tits that created stiffening cocks and plenty of attention wherever she went. There was something about her tits that made her really horny and just watching two men sucking and kneading those engorged pink nipples was enough to make her come right there and then. But that was usually just the amuses-bouche before the full banquet.

She was watching the Test match at Lords. Some corporate champagne freebie that sure as hell beat a day in the office. She had been flirting unmercifully with the charming old MCC boys during lunch and, with the heat building up as the storm approached, she was starting to feel her velvety juices soaking though her lacy panties.

Dressed immaculately, from the outside. Light cream linen suit with tight skirt emphasising every single movement of her rounded peachy arse. The old boys who had been watching her every movement throughout the day would continue to wonder in their dreams whether there were any knickers beneath that tight ivory skirt or just a hot, wet, luscious cunt ready for action.

There would have been coronaries up and down the Long Room if they had managed to get a glimpse of what lay beneath those conservative and elegant clothes. She liked expensive things, and wearing exquisite, expensive underwear was just of the things that really got her juices flowing. She also owned one of the most magnificent and dirtiest collections of erotica from the 1900s and an assortment of vibrators and glass and ceramic anal beads that would put most collectors to shame. 

Under those clothes she had dressed carefully for the cricket action – this was a serious game and its traditions must of course be respected. She had dressed slowly that morning, enjoying watching her own sexy, curvy body as she prepared for the day. First, those magnificent tits were encased in rich, ivory lace – the rounded globes of creamy flesh pushing to escape the confines of her balcony brassiere. Next on were the tiny lace panties – slowly she eased them and over her gorgeous arse – trailing her long elegant fingers briefly up one firm cheek, around her elegant waist and down the top of her thighs and then quickening as she brutally pushed her fingers up into her pulsing clit – which was demanding attention. No time, she would be late, and quickly finished the perfect cricket lingerie with honey golden stockings and positively virginal suspenders – she smiled to herself, licking those full soft lips and caressing her quivering tits as she admired her own much sexier version of cricket whites in the mirror. She was ready for play.

Lunch now over she was sitting up on the terrace at the back, watching the menacing clouds grow in strength coming over the Lords media centre – which to her always looked like a unique shape for a rather exciting new sex toy – perhaps she should go into design as well as collection... 

Sipping the champagne, she stretched languorously in her seat as she felt those golden bubbles relaxing her and opening up every part of her body. She felt another tension build as her warm, sexy body began to make its more urgent demands for some serious sexual attention.

Some more champagne, that's what she needed. She sashayed back to the ice buckets, scooped a cube of ice and touched it to her collar bone. The ice cold cube hit her fiery skin and a glistening rivulet of icy water ran down between her magnificent breasts. She shivered and smiled quietly to herself. She shivered with pleasure and anticipation and scanned the terrace for a likely batting partner.

She raised a fresh glass to her red lips and just as she was about to drink in the honey gold liquid she felt the cold bare metal touch the inside of her thigh. Two firm hands grasped her shoulders from behind. She caught her breath, the touch was exquisite, firm and powerful and the cold metal on her skin was nearly unbearable.

The metal ball thrust deeper up between her legs. She looked down, the head peeped out – it was a silver topped walking cane, ebony black with its antique bulbous head the size of a golf ball, smooth as silk and as hard as ice. Whoever owned it had been chilling it in the Champagne bucket and the sensations whirled its way through her body.

She breathed deeply – the scent of rich citrussy aftershave caressed her followed by the stronger more primal scent of hard cock and sweat. The cold sphere worked its way up her inside thigh, hard and insistent pushing her legs further apart as the head kept pushing upwards. Her juices were in free flow and her cunt was aching to be touched. She leaned forward over the railing, letting the cream skirt ride up allowing access to her throbbing cunt and pushing the soft cheeks of her arse back towards her mystery assailant. Her nipples were rock hard, engorged with blood and every nerve ending rippling with the excitement and yearning to be pulled and twisted with rough and brutal hands. The cold surface of the cane top had now reached her silken underwear – the heat of her burning skin and molten juices were warming it slowly but not quickly enough. Without a word, a strong hand reached beneath her and roughly ripped aside the tiny piece of dripping wet silk. In the same second the hard sphere of the cane was thrust up into her, stretching her taut pussy hard and wide. The ball opened up those dark rosy labia and powering its way inside her. She gasped, eyes wide open staring at the back of those panamas and orange and yellow ties politely applauding the boundary just scored. 

No longer caring she thrust her arse back towards the powerful man behind her and writhed and moaned as the hard silver ball rammed in and out of her sopping cunt without respite.

An elegant tanned hand reached into her silk shirt and yanked her breasts from their ivory lace restraints. A button flew off bouncing off the wooden decking. He put more pressure on her breasts - pinching and twisting her nipples until the power of the lust and wanton feeling overwhelmed her. She rammed back harder and harder – the cane more brutal and more exciting than she could imagine. The rough kneading tits creating a burning link between her burning pussy and her aching nipples. Within seconds the first pulsing wave of her orgasm began and as the cane rammed home over and over again her panting became uncontrollable and neither caring nor thinking she screamed out with the intensity of the outrageous orgasm. Screaming out she began to laugh as the crowd screamed out with her – a six absolutely twatted into the crowd by the England captain – God bless your exquisite timing Vaughny.

Without a word, he roughly pulled the cane from her exquisite hot wet cunt and grasped the shining red hair. She was weak from the intensity of her orgasm and offered no resistance – he pulled her back towards the service elevator and grabbed her heaving tits just in case she thought she was going to change her mind. She'd been teasing him all day and this was his revenge. The cane was a reminder from his MI5 days and the symbol of his only physical flaw – the ripped thigh muscle wrecked by a stray bullet from a terrorist's sawn off shotgun. But that could not stop him, not today, not ever. He was going to have this cream clad goddess – she was his for the day.

The small elevator doors opened and he shoved her unceremoniously in – the mirror reflected her flushed skin and her huge creamy breasts were exposed in their magnificent glory.

She got her first glimpse of her play mate – he was tall and elegant with a steely glint in his hard blue eyes. She could smell his fine sweat and a hint of his cock even more in this tiny box and she wanted it right here in her mouth – hard and throbbing and glistening with pre-cum. Eyes filled with lust, she whipped around to him dropped to her knees and took his zipper in her teeth. Never taking her eyes off him the zip went down and her long fingers reached in and grasped his hard cock. It was delicious, as elegant as him long and pulsing with animal lust.

He gasped as his hot cock was enveloped in her wet, warm mouth. The sensation was overwhelming – he could feel the back of her throat opening up to him the exquisite sensation as her throat muscles tried to reject him but knowing that the dirty bitch she was, she would soon open her throat to him and he would be fucking her face as hard as the silver topped cane had fucked her molten pussy.

She expertly tongued his swollen purple head as he fucked his shaft up and down like the dirtiest whore on the beat. The pull of her mouth was sensational hot and wet and tight and then smooth and velvety as her tongue licked and slurped his silvery strands of pre-cum. Hotter and wetter, the pleasure intensifying, faster and faster, a shiver as his balls tightened, grabbing her breasts and ramming his pelvis into her face – she was panting and asking more and more and more. He kept thrusting and ramming his cock into that boiling wet cavern between this whore's lips and felt his body take over as the rocket powered jets of cum banged through his body into her waiting mouth and she sucked it down, greedily swallowing and sucking him drinking it down moaning with the pleasure of his hot wet seed.

He was done. She licked and cleaned him gently stood and softly placed those amazing tits back into their ivory prison. Slowly grasping his cane she stared deep into his hard cold eyes and without blinking licked the silver topped cane with one elegant sweep. Adjusting her skirt she turned, opened the lift door and with one slow outrageous wink, disappeared into the Long Room kitchens.

He smiled up at the picture of W G Grace and followed her...



Steamy Day at the Gym



After my yoga class was over, I went back to the locker room and took a hot shower. I knew you were swimming and decided to join you so I slipped on my swimsuit and grabbed another towel and headed in your direction.

I opened the door to the pool area and was simultaneously hit with the steamy chlorine scent hanging heavy in the air and the sight of you swimming laps. Your broad shoulders just skimmed above the water line, followed by your strong back; the rest of your body hidden beneath the soft blue waves. The sight of you, wet and all alone in the pool, made my heart skip a beat and my nipples perk up all at once.

I tossed my towel on a chair and slipped into the water before you turned around. 

The sun was shining through the wall of windows behind me, heating up the room, the light dancing like sparkling diamonds across the top of the water. As I swam toward you, I watched a smile grow across your face. You stretched your big hands out in front of you and as I grabbed a hold with my fingertips, you pulled me into you. As the wave of water rolled over your chest and shoulders, I wrapped my arms around your neck. Our lips pressed together as our bodies followed in slow motion. I wrapped my legs around your waist and squeezed you in a full body hug.

The feel of your hands on my ass, my breasts rubbing against your chest as the water playfully splashed between us was causing a heat inside me to rise up. As you slipped your tongue past my lips, I felt your thumb slide inside my suit and seek out my clit and I sunk deeper into the kiss. You circled your thumb expertly over my clit. My body trembled uncontrollably in your arms as you brought me. I melted into you and the rest of the room was nothing but a blur. 

I felt your hard cock rubbing under me, against my suit and I moaned softly as I pulled you closer to me. I began to nibble on your ear lobe and whispered, "I need you inside me." I felt your chest give as you released a heavy sigh and I knew you wanted it just as much as me. You spotted a sauna in the corner, and told me to meet you in there. I playfully bit your neck as you gave my ass one last double-handed squeeze before we started swimming toward the ladder.

We grabbed our towels and as we stepped into the wooden box, the sweltering heat knocked the breath right out of us. Red heat lamps shone down on the teak benches that lined 3 of the walls. It was unbelievably hot and the subdued lighting took a few seconds to adjust to. 

We laid our towels on a bench and you pulled me back into your strong embrace. The feel of your big arms holding me in place as our soft lips locked was making me weak. I reached into your swim trunks and took your cool stiff cock in my soft hand and started stroking you lightly. You moaned deeply and wasted no time sliding my swimsuit straps off my shoulders. As my cool breasts were exposed to the heat you looked down and whispered "beautiful" before lowering your mouth around to my nipple. I looked down and watched your mouth hungrily feed on me as I stroked you steadily.

The heat of the room mixed with the passion between us and caused our skin to bead up with sweat. I pushed your swim trunks down your legs and heard the wet plop as they hit the floor. Your cheeks were flushed and I used my hand to wick the sweat back over your head so it wouldn't sting your eyes. 

You began sliding your hot hand between my sweat-soaked breasts and suddenly my body ached to feel your cock between them. You must have sensed my need because you spun me in your arm and laid me back onto the wooden bench. I watched with eager anticipation as you took your cock in your hand and stroked it for me as you carefully straddled my chest.

Our eyes locked and there was no doubt you were going to fuck my tits. My whole body melted as I felt the head of your cock slide up along my breastbone. I let out a long deep moan and squeezed my tits around your thick shaft.

As you pumped your cock between my slippery tits, I moaned and writhed under you; the sweat rolling off you and dripping down on me. You pushed me over the edge and as I began trembling under you, you let go and pounded my tits like you owned them. Your cock erupted like a volcano and spewed hot thick cum over and over; coating me in your hot sticky mess.

As the rush began to subside, you pushed your palm into the pool of cream on my tits and massaged it into my skin as you deeply French kissed me. I was powerless under your touch, bespelled by the raw sexy passion of you, my love.

Then you slid down onto the bench beside me. We leaned against each other, basking in the afterglow until the dizziness subsided. Slowly we got dressed and made our way back to the pool to cool off before heading home.



Steamy Early Morning Penetration



I awoke feeling a warm ray of sunshine caress my face, the cool morning air was already beginning to warm up. I heard some birds singing merrily in the garden.

You were still asleep. The blanket had slid off you almost completely and I lay close to your naked body. My arm was holding you. As I remembered the passions and pleasures of the night before, also my desires awoke and soon I was yearning for you again. I moved a little bit closer to you to make sure you would feel my hardness when you woke up. Still sleeping, you awarded me a little moan when I positioned my cock against your but.

I couldn't resist taking your nipple lightly between my thumb and forefinger. I gently blew some air over your cheek and playfully nibbled the tip of your ear with my lips. It was a wonderful feeling to sense your body against mine and feeling how your smooth fit perfectly in my hand.

By now, you too were starting to wake up. You wiggled your butt a little and felt my hard-on pressing against you. For a moment I let my hand abandon you breast, but only so that I could moisten my fingers tips with some saliva. Soon, I again took your nipple between my now lubricated finger tips.

"Good morning, my love!", I whispered into you ear, "Only horny dreams, I hope?".

"Mm-mm ... ", you replied and I could feel how you put your hand behind you, upon my hip, in order to pull yourself closer to me.

"I don't know if can handle any more after last night ...", I said, teasing you, while I at the same time let my fingertips exploringly find their way down towards your belly and on towards your lovely triangle of neatly kept hair.

Suddenly, before I had managed reach my goal between your legs, you rolled over.

"You wouldn't dare run away!", you said mockingly in a hoarse voice, and then you were all over me. I was flat on my back and you were on top of me. Your long hair fell onto my face and you silenced my retort by engaging me in a deep and passionate kiss. While our tongues swirled around each other I felt your fingers dig deeply into my shoulders and how you slowly moved your pelvis to caress your love button against the length of my cock.

You pressed yourself hard against me and suddenly I felt how you slowly let my shaft slide into you. When you had me penetrating you fully, I put my hands on your but to stop you from moving. I wanted for a moment to fully savor the sensation of having all of me deep inside you.

We broke off our kiss, gasping for air. I looked deep into eyes and could see your burning desire. Slowly you started to move along my throbbing love rod. I held you tightly and pushed a little trying to once again place my cock fully inside your wet and warm pussy.

Almost at once we fell into a rhythm. We were fucking. Our gazes were locked. We were making love. Soon, the pace began to increase. You were fucking me. I was fucking you. You sat yourself up, riding my cock in long strides. By reflex my thumb found its way to your clitoris, caressing you as we you moved together to fill your soaking pussy with my cock.

By now, you were moaning loudly. It was wonderful to see your beautiful body, your bouncing breast, and how all your horny arousal was expressed in your face. You were enjoying my cock in your pussy. You were enjoying my fingers on your clit. You were enjoying being loved and you were loving being fucked.

I knew you were close now and again grasped your hips with both hands, letting you caress your clit yourself. A deep and loud song of pleasure started to emerge from your mouth as I could feel the waves of orgasm roll through your body.

Almost before the first gale of your orgasm had subsided, you slid off me and positioned yourself on your knees, showing your inviting pussy to me. You mumbled something incoherent, "Fuck me ... ", I think you were saying.

I was quickly in place behind you and let my hardness penetrate you anew. First I made only small movements back and forth as I tried to find your G-spot with the tip of my cock.

After a little while I could see that your fingers were back caressing your clitoris again and I increased my pace. I held your hips and was fucking you fairly hard. Every stroke I made was rewarded with a loud moan from you. Again I could feel that you were starting to approach an orgasm.

I let some saliva fall on your but hole and started to massage your anus with my thumb. While I caressed you I kept pounding you hard. My cock was gleaming with your juices as it entered your eager pussy in long forceful strokes. This was wonderful raw sex. I felt my own climax starting to build slowly and I tried to speed your climax by talking to you in a soft voice. I knew you liked a little bit of dirty talk and I was saying things like, "Come my love!", "Fuck me!", and "Feel my cock inside you!".

My efforts paid off because soon you came, again. This time you announced your orgasmic pleasure with a long and loud shout. I gave you a few final strokes with my now almost ready to explode cock before you slid off me and rolled over on your back. You extended your hand and took my cock into your hand.

We've been doing this before and both you and I knew what was coming next. I sat down beside you and felt how one hand engulfed my cock and how the other hand slid in between my legs and started to tickle my balls.

You caressed my and stroked me. With skilled hands you retracted my foreskin to the base and let me feel the tip of your tongue swirl along the rim of my glans. I moaned as you slid my cock deep into your mouth, almost full length.

You fucked me with your mouth, the way you know I love. Soon it was time for me. I closed my eyes and let the orgasm carry me away. My cock ejaculated, hard. And once again. And once again. I spurted my jizm onto you while I felt the universe around me tumble. I opened my eyes and looked down on you to see you squeeze and lick the last drops of cum from my throbbing dick.

I saw that you had some of my sperm on your chest and some in your hair. I sank down beside you and pulled you near again. Sticky cum was on our bodies, as it should be after steamy love making. When we joined in a wonderful tasty kiss I knew you had taken a sizeable portion in your mouth as well. We lay together for a little while, feeling unrestrained love for each other before life started to return to normal. Shower, breakfast, work ... but we both knew that the bed would be waiting for us at the end of the day! 



Steamy Encounter



It’s been in the low 90’s for more than a week now, with over 80% humidity - enough to make even the heartiest flower wilt. I sigh in frustration because the air conditioner just died yesterday. 

I’m sitting in the living room with a fan turned on high. It’s so hot, that I’m only wearing panties and a tank top in an effort to stay at least somewhat comfortable. Even so, the tank top is sticking to my body, soaked with my own perspiration, my breasts clearly outlined in the thin fabric. 

Trying to cool off, I take a piece of ice out of my half empty glass and begin to rub it down my throat. The chill from the ice causes my nipples to harden almost painfully. Moaning softly at the sensation, I take the ice and rub it across my nipples, through my tank top. I gasp as my body arches a little at the feeling. 

"Mmmm... damn that feels soooo good.", I whisper softly to myself with my eyes partially closed, enjoying the sensation. 

"Hmmm. It does, does it?", I hear a masculine voice say. 

My eyes fly open upon hearing your words. My gaze meets yours as I smile and say, "Indeed it does baby, why don’t you come make it feel even better." 

"I think I’ll just take you up on that offer. You know how much I love your body", you answer in a husky voice. 

I can already see the evidence of your arousal as you walk towards me. I take the half melted piece of ice and lick it seductively, my eyes glued on your crotch. I see the tell-tale jump, as your body responds to my actions. 

"Oh, you liked that didn’t you?", I ask as I look up into your eyes. 

You respond by kneeling in front of me, taking my right breast in your hand and leaning down to gently bite the hard nipple, your left hand pinching the nipple of my left breast. I gasp and moan loudly. You look at me and grin, saying "As much as you enjoyed that baby." 

"You never cease to amaze me hon. Kiss me... please." I beg in a husky voice, taking your face between my hands and pulling you to me. Our lips meet, mouths opening against each others, our tongues entwine in that age old dance. 

I wrap my arms around you, pulling you closer, your body between my spread legs. I can plainly feel your hard cock pressing against me. You slide your hands behind me and pull me closer to the edge of the couch, your cock pressing even harder against my soft mound. Our kiss deepens as our bodies press together. 

Your hands slowly slide around to my sides and underneath my tank-top, and slowly you lift it upwards, baring my breasts. You pull back to admire them. I raise my arms and you lift the top over my head and toss it to the side. Then, taking one breast in each hand, you begin licking and sucking them. First one, then the other, nipping, sucking and biting them. 

My body arches into your mouth as you worship my breasts. My hands begin to fumble for your tie, pulling it loose. I begin unbuttoning your shirt, my hands roaming over your chest, pinching your nipples as you lavish attention on mine. 

Slowly, you pull back. "Hmmm... I’m thirsty hon, let me have some of that drink you’ve got there." Handing you the glass, I watch you, while my hands continue to fondle your chest. You tip the glass back and take a swallow, and I notice a small ice cube slide into your mouth. I also notice, that it didn’t slide back out. You smile softly and hand the glass back to me and I place it back on the table. I grin mischievously as you move back towards my breasts, trying to brace myself for the shock. You grab my breast and, opening your mouth, suck my nipple in. The coldness from the ice cube instantly makes my nipple rock hard and I moan loudly. 

"Oh Michael...", I say in a quivering voice. 

You pull back from that breast and immediately move to the other. Sucking the nipple hard, the coldness from the ice cube causing the same reaction. You pinch the other nipple hard causing me to gasp and then moan loudly. 

My hands reach down between our bodies as I quickly unfasten your belt and your pants. The head of your cock sticking up from the waist of your boxers. My fingers begin exploring your cock, as you continue your exploration of my breasts. Pushing your boxers down as much as I can, your hands release my breasts, although your mouth stays firmly in place, as you help lower your pants and boxers around your knees. 

You moan against me when you feel my finger gently slide across the precum at the head of your cock. My finger smears it around the head of your cock, gently flicking it with my fingernail. My hand wraps around the head of your cock and starts to stroke it. 

Your breath quickens as you reach between my legs. Pressing your hand against my wet panties, you rub gently. You begin kissing your way down, across my chest and my stomach. You stop, just above my pelvis and nip and kiss me gently. 

"Carol, you smell so delicious. Your pussy is so wet and hot. I just want to eat it up." 

"Mmmm, time for an afternoon snack, Michael." I say as I smile down at you. 

Lifting my hips slightly off the couch, you pull my panties off of me, burying your face between my legs as you do. You begin nipping and licking my fat pussy lips. You grab my ass firmly and pull me so that I’m sitting on the very edge of the couch. My pussy wide open for your mouth. 

My hands grip the edge of the couch tightly as you plunge your face into my pussy. Your tongue caressing my clit, circling it, sucking it, then moving down to lap at my wetness. Your tongue thrusting in and out of my pussy. 

"God Carol, your pussy tastes so good." you whisper before diving back in to continue tongue fucking me. You lift my legs and put them over your shoulders as I reach down and entwine my fingers in your hair, pulling you deeper into my hot wet pussy. 

"Michael... Ohhhhh Michael... I’m going to cum soon..." I manage to gasp out. My heart pounding, my breath coming in short gasps, my body quivering like an over-tight bow string, ready to snap. 

When you hear those words, you move your lips up to my clit. You pull back long enough to say, "Yes Carol, cum in my mouth, cum baby, let me taste it." 

My moaning becomes louder as you suck my clit, then, you plunge two fingers into my pussy and start finger fucking me. I scream your name. "Michael!!! Ooooooohhhhhh... I’m cummming.." As my body arches into you, every muscle locking up as my orgasm takes me, you continue to finger fuck me and suck my clit, as my orgasm just continues to build in intensity. Then, feeling the cum starting to squirt from my pussy, you remove your fingers and replace them with your tongue. Lapping up the cum that is coming from my pussy, drinking it all down. I can hear your muffled voice saying "Oh yeah baby, cum in my mouth. Mmmmm..yessssss" while you continue to slurp, lick and suck my pussy. 

When I collapse back on the couch, you look up at me, your face gleaming wet with my cum, my fingers still entwined in your hair. I tug upwards and you rise, leaning against me, I begin to lick my cum from your face, then kiss you passionately. You return the kiss with equal fervor. I can feel the head of your cock pressing against my clit and I wiggle my hips, rubbing against you. You moan into my mouth. 

I reach down and grab your cock and rub it against my throbbing, soaking wet pussy, liberally smearing the head of your cock with my pussy juices. Then, wrapping my arms around you, I begin to twist, turning, so that you are on the couch and I am on top of you. 

I let the head of your cock continue to rub against my clit for a moment, enjoying the sensation on my sensitive clit. Then, I begin kissing down your body. Starting at your face, I place little wet kisses all over it, moving down to your neck, I kiss, bite and suck on it. Then I move down across your chest, stopping to pay homage to your nipples, one by one, biting and sucking them to hard little nubs. Your hands resting on my shoulders, you push downwards gently. I resist, taking my time, feeling the pounding of your heartbeat in your chest, feeling the rise and fall of your chest, reveling in the fevered desire I’ve stirred your senses to. 

Slowly, I begin to work my way downward again, licking and kissing across your stomach, then across your left thigh, down the calf of your leg, then moving to the right leg and working my way back up slowly. Licking your inner thighs, my hair brushes over your cock, but nothing else touches your hardness. I can feel the heat radiating from it. 

Then, looking up into your eyes, I tell you, "Michael, I so want to taste this cock of yours. I love the taste of it, I want it, I need it!" Then, moving my head downward, my eyes still locked with yours, I run my tongue over your cock, tasting my own juices on it along with the precum leaking from the tip. 

"Mmm, yummy." I say, then taking the head of your cock into my mouth, I begin sucking it. Swirling my tongue around it. I slowly raise and lower my head, letting my teeth lightly graze the corona. I reach my hand between your legs and begin fondling your balls as I slowly begin to take more of your cock into my mouth. I feel the head of your cock hitting the back of my throat as I bob up and down on it. 

"Yes Carol. Mmmmmmm, damn that feels so good baby." 

Slowly I raise my head and whisper "I’m glad you like the way I suck your big hard cock ,Michael." Then, returning to your cock, I begin licking the shaft, sucking the head, kissing and nipping it gently. With my hands still fondling your balls, I raise one to my lips. My tongue flicks out and licks one, then the other. Then, taking one ball between my lips, I suck it into my mouth, my tongue caressing it while I suck softly on it. 

You let out a loud moan as your hips thrust towards me. 

"Oh Carol! Oh baby! Yes, suck my balls baby. Lick them and suck them. Damn it feels sooooooo good." 

Grasping your cock in my hand I start stroking it slowly, still sucking and licking your balls. Slowly, I let your ball fall from my mouth as I move lower and begin nipping, licking and sucking on the ridge of flesh behind your balls. My hand starts moving faster on your cock, rubbing it right at the ridge of your head. 

"OHhhhhhh Carol!!!!" You thrust uncontrollably as I move back up and take the head of your cock in my mouth again. "Oh yeah baby, let me fuck your face." as you thrust your hard cock in and out of my mouth. 

Suddenly, you grab my hair and pull me off your cock. 

"Carol I just have to fuck that hot pussy of yours." 

You grab me by my waist and lift me up, settling me so that I am straddling your lap, the head of your rock hard cock at the entrance of my dripping wet pussy. I reach down, rubbing the head of your cock on my clit and between my wet pussy lips. 

Slowly, I begin to lower myself on your cock, feeling you fill me inch by inch. Your hands reach up and grab my tits, squeezing them as I rise and lower myself on your cock. Loving the feeling of your cock sliding in and out, I start moving a little faster. 

"Mmmmmm Michael. Your cock is soooo big in my pussy." I whisper softly 

"Carol, your pussy is soo tight on my cock, it feels so damn good. I want you to cum on my cock baby." 

Your hands grasp my waist and begin raising and lowering me faster on your cock. Thrusting upwards with each downward stroke. I start slamming my pussy on your cock, my breath coming faster. I grasp my breasts and hold them towards your mouth. You take one nipple and bite it, then move to the next one. 

"Oh. Michael! Ohhhh" 

"Yes Carol, cum on my cock baby, I want to feel your pussy juices running down my balls!" 

"Michael!!!!!" I yell your name. 

"Oh, Michael, cum with me baby, I’m gonna cum. Oh! I’m gonna cum baby, cum with me, pump your hot cum into my pussy." 

"Oh yeah baby, cum on my cock." 

My body begins to tremble, I slam myself down as you thrust upwards. We both yell out together. 

"YESSSSSS!" 

Our bodies locked in mutual orgasm, your cock squirts its hot cum into my pussy, as my pussy gushes all over your cock. 

Gasping for breath, I collapse on you and feel you wrap your arms gently around me. Our bodies are drenched with sweat, both of us breathing heavily. Gently I kiss your neck. 

Softly, I whisper in your ear. "What a way to make the most of dealing with this "heat"." and then I giggle softly. 

"Mmmhmmm. Couldn’t have thought of a better way, my dear." as you kiss me softly on the side of my forehead. 

Unable to control my impulses, I begin to nibble and kiss your neck. I begin to notice that your cock, which was softening and beginning to slip from my pussy, is thickening and growing inside of me again and I smile. 

You begin kicking your feet gently, your pants falling off your ankles. I giggle when I realize that they’ve been around your ankles this whole time. 

"Wow, honey, I forgot those were still there." I say in a cheeky voice. 

"Huh, well so did I until now." you answer with suppressed mirth. 

Your hands begin caressing down my back, gently massaging it as you move lower. Then you grasp my ass in both hands. You begin to lean forward and, next thing I know, I’m being carried, with your cock still deep inside of me, into the bedroom. I continue to nuzzle at your neck as you carry me. My tongue caressing you, my teeth biting you softly. 

You enter the bedroom and gently climb up on the bed, on your knees. Letting your hands slide up my back, you slowly lower me onto the bed, following my body with yours. Our "connection" never being lost. 

Slowly, we begin exchanging soft gentle kisses, our tongues entwining, lips caressing. Slowly, I let my hands explore your body as your hands begin exploring mine. Soft moans fill the room as our passions begin rising again. 

I wrap my legs around your waist as you begin moving in and out of my still wet pussy with slow even strokes. Still kissing softly, we begin to make gentle love. Our bodies' initial urges satisfied, we take our time and enjoy the sensations we're sharing with each other. 

Your hands gently brush the hair from my face, our eyes locked, exchanging small tender kisses. 

"Carol, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of baby...so hot and sexy... sweet and gentle." you lean down and kiss me again, your tongue thrusting deep in my mouth. 

"Oh Michael. You are a dream come true for me too baby. All my life I’ve searched for a man like you...a friend and soulmate... a superb lover who knows just where to touch me and how to turn me on." 

Slowly, our passions begin to rise again and you whisper softly in my ear. "Can I have your ass baby? I promise I’ll be gentle." 

I look into your eyes, and you can see the trepidation there, as I can see the desire mingled with concern in your eyes. I kiss you softly, relaxing, knowing that I’m safe with you. I smile up at you and say "Yes baby, fuck my ass." 

Reaching into the drawer of the nightstand, you pull out a bottle of lube. Pulling your cock from my pussy, you open the bottle. Before you can squeeze it into your palm, I put my hand above yours, and the lube fills the palm of my hand. You smile and stick two of your fingers into it, slicking the fingers up, as I begin to caress your cock with my hand, spreading the lube all over it, mixing the lube with my pussy juices. 

With your other arm, you raise my leg up onto your shoulder, reaching down to rub your thumb on my clit. You place your fingers at my ass, rubbing them across my butt hole and lubing it up good. While still rubbing my clit with your thumb, you slowly slide one finger into my ass. I moan loudly as you begin fucking my ass with your finger. When you’re sure I’m used to it you begin pulling your finger almost all the way out, you press your second finger to my asshole. Pushing gently until it slides in next to the first, resting it there until I become accustomed to it, then, slowly sliding it in deeper. All the while, my hand is still stroking your hard lubed cock. 

"Oh yeah baby, mmmm, that feels soo good, fuck my ass baby." 

At that, you slowly ease your fingers out and place the head of your cock at my asshole. Pushing oh so gently, yet firmly, I feel my ass opening wider, the head of your cock slowly sliding in. 

"Ohhhhh! Michael!" I moan. 

You pause, concern in your eyes. "You ok baby? Want me to stop?" 

"Oh no baby, it feels gooooooood, keep pushing baby, please." 

Then, I feel a slight "pop" as the head of your cock completely enters me. You pause, resisting the urge to thrust it in deeper. Holding my ankle in your hand, you push my leg up further, opening me wider. You begin caressing my leg with your other hand, massaging my inner thigh and my calf, licking my leg with your tongue. Your finger reaches for my clit and begins rubbing it as gently you begin pushing your cock deeper into my ass, inch by slow inch. 

"Mmmichealllll.. Oh my GOD that feels sooo good! Your cock is filling my asshole up completely." 

Finally, you are fully in my ass and you begin to slowly thrust, in and out, taking your time, still rubbing my clit and licking, kissing and sucking my leg. You bend my leg at the knee and start licking my toes, nibbling and sucking on them, as your cock slides in and out of my tight asshole. 

"Oh Michael, do you like my ass baby? Is it good enough for you baby?" 

"Carol, it’s more than just good baby. Everything about you is great. Your ass is sooo nice and tight baby." 

"Michael, fuck me harder please. Damn it just feels sooooo good!" 

Leaning forward slightly, you reach just under the edge of the pillow and pull out my little vibe. Placing it between my pussy lips, you ram it deep inside me, as your cock plunges into my ass. Using your thumb, you dial it up to high and match it’s thrusts to the thrust of your cock in my ass. 

"OOOOOOOOOOHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Michaelllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. Fuck me baby oh my god yes fuck me ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" 

"You like being fucked in your pussy and ass at the same time, don’t you baby?" 

"Oh MICHEAL YES" 

"I want to feel you cum baby, while I’m fucking both of your holes." 

You push my leg back further, my knee almost touching my face, as your big hard cock fucks my ass while my vibe is fucking my pussy. My moans are loud, my head thrashing back and forth, my breath coming in gasps of ecstasy. 

"That’s it baby, cum for me, cum on my big hard cock." 

"Ooohhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Michael... ohhhhhhhhhhhh yessss... Oh my god Michaellllllll... Cum in my ass baby... Cum with meeeeee... oh my god I’mmmm... cummmmminnnnnnngggggggggggggg" 

My body spasms out of control, the sensations in my ass just amplify my orgasm, I’m cumming so hard there’s cum dripping from my pussy. 

"That’s it baby, cum for me.." 

You continue to thrust, two, three, four times... the fifth time, you ram into me, your cock squirting cum deep into my ass as you scream my name. 

"Oohhhh Carrrrrollllllllllll I’m cumming in your asssssss babyyyyyyyyy. Uuuggghhhhhhhhhhhh" 

Our passions mutually spent, you remove the vibe from my pussy. You lay down next to me, take me in your arms and pull me close as we whisper soft sweet words to each other. 

Slowly, your cock slips from my ass, as we fall asleep in each others arms. 



Steamy Encounters



There is not one word of falsity in my story. I feel lucky to have had such experiences in my life and hope one day my husband will desire to partake in such erotic play.

One of my best friends was trying to set up another very close friend of mine. The guy (I’ll call him Jack) was a friend of my best friend’s boyfriend’s.  He was coming from northern California to San Francisco to meet her. I was to be there with her as support. Although Jack was the most attractive red-headed man I’ve ever laid eyes on, my friend clammed up too much to be of any interest to him. He’d been working as a fisherman in Alaska with my friend’s boyfriend (I’ll call him Aaron) and moved down to northern California. Aaron had shown him pictures of my friend and me. He’d never been to San Francisco before, and after seeing our pictures, he was very interested in coming down for a visit!

Well, the two of them didn’t hit it off at all. I was casually dating a friend from high school, who I was VERY much interested in, but he was on the rebound and wasn’t looking for anything permanent. Jack called me one day and asked if I’d like to come up to visit him one weekend. We talked numerous times on the phone and I was completely taken by him. I agreed to visit him. One day, while getting ready for a late morning dr. appointment, the phone rang. I let the answering machine take it. Boy was I glad I did. It was Jack. He was breathing heavily into the phone. He was masturbating. His breathing was deep and his voice was heavy. I turned the volume up on the answering machine, pulled my pants down, laid on the couch and masturbated to his voice coming from the black and silver box across the room. In the end, we climaxed together and his voice trailed off, saying my name…over and over.

I put that tape in my Walkman and listened to it over and over again. I listened to it on the bus that day to my appointment, and every day on my way to and from work. I must have been a sight to the other bus riders because I was in a state of permanent happiness. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. It made me feel VERY sexy to listen to that tape in front of so many strangers, too. If I had it turned up loudly, I wondered if the person sitting next to me could hear his moans. I didn’t care.

Never in my sexual life had someone done something so HOT for me; TO me! I would listen to that tape at work, hiding the Walkman in my desk drawer and using just one plug-in style earphone. What a fantastic way to get through the day.

Jack had told me he wanted me to wear specific clothing on my trip up to visit him. I didn’t have a car, so I was taking Greyhound. I went shopping for a garter belt and stockings and I bought a skin-tight purple dress. All this was incredibly exciting to me. At the time, I was 22 years old, and I was VERY modest and shy. He told me he wanted me to be wearing the dress, garter, stockings, and red lipstick and when I got off the bus, he wanted me to walk up to him and kiss him hard, French-style, in front of onlookers on the bus.

Honestly, I failed in most respects there. I was too nervous to dress so scantily on a Greyhound bus. (If you’ve ever been to Greyhound in San Francisco, or any other part of America, you can understand that attracting the wrong kind of attention is a likely probability! I am not one who likes to attract this kind of attention.) I did wear the garter and nylons (with seams up the back) but I didn’t wear the dress. I basically had the entire outfit on under my pants and sweater. I did wear bright lipstick; it was the closest thing to RED that I felt comfortable with. I DID walk up to him and kiss him, though. He was standing by a phone booth and I saw him from the bus. I was one of the only people getting off the bus at this stop. It was February, and it was rainy. As we kissed, he turned me so my back was facing the side of the bus and he grabbed my ass feverishly. He kept my face locked in place with his other hand as he did this. All I could think about was the people on the bus looking at us. Instantly, I felt light spasms of pleasure deep within me.

He had a room booked for us at an old hotel in the town he lived in. The place was deserted. The minute we walked into our room, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. The room was decked with a lit fireplace, and the most amazingly beautiful antique furniture. 

Needless to say, the events that happened in that room, that night, are fuzzy in my memory now. There were far more alarmingly erotic adventures to be had several months down the road….

I lived with my brother in an apartment in the Castro district of San Francisco at the time. We were heavily into our party days, and we partied pretty hard. Jack came down for a visit one weekend. My brother was going to be out all night clubbing. Our party accessories of choice were alcohol and crystal meth. Jack arrived on Friday and met me after work. We took a cab back to my place. We had our share of cocktails after work, followed by a couple lines of meth. At that time, I really enjoyed being wired for several hours before climbing into the sack for endless hours of hard-driving sex, but Jack wanted to get going on that immediately. I had to stave him off for a while. We had a couple drinks, then brother left the house. I had this wicker chair that someone had put their foot through, so the seat was hollow. Jack had told me to put on my purple dress and stockings and garter belt, and to wait in my room while he “got things ready” in the other room. I didn’t know what he was up to, but I dared a guess or two in my mind. He came back to my room, he blindfolded and gagged me, then guided me to the living room. He sat me down on the chair and bound my ankles to the legs of the chair with some nylons. He tied a soft bathrobe belt around my neck and then extended the length of the binding belt with some more nylons. He tied this to my hands behind my back and wrapped it around the legs of the chair and to the nylons binding my ankles. I was constricted in such a way that if I pulled any part of my body in any direction, each binding would tighten and my throat would inevitably become more and more constricted.

When he was finished constructing his masterpiece, I sensed him stepping back, admiring what he’d just created: a perfectly bound me.

Without him saying a word, I heard him walk down the hallway toward the bedrooms and front door and then I heard the door open and shut. He left the premises! I was stuck there, in that position, blindfolded, completely helpless. He came back about 10 minutes later (the longest ten minutes of my life) and he walked by me into the kitchen. I heard some rummaging around and minutes later he was at my side.  I felt something hard and cold touch my lips. It was something he’d found in the kitchen. He teased me endlessly for about 10 minutes, not saying a single word. For all I knew, it could have been someone else entirely! I was instructed not to make a single movement or sound. I followed these commands perfectly. From underneath me, through the hollow of the chair, I felt something touching my pussy; just the outer regions; and I resisted all urges to squirm in my chair. I was so wet I must have left quite a mark on the floor underneath me. To this day I don’t know what he used on me from under that chair, but after a few moments of teasing, he put it inside me and I just moaned through my gag. I couldn’t move a single part of my body and that made me more and more excited. 

I sensed him sitting on the ground next to me. He put his hands under the chair and fondled me - gently here, and roughly there. He had such a grab on me that his fingers were set perfectly between my lips and he then inserted one inside my pussy. It slid so easily that he immediately put two more in. DEEPLY. I made a tight grunt/moan noise and he quickly pulled his fingers out from inside me. I don’t think he was pleased with my reacting to this.  I felt him stand up and move behind me. He pulled my hands down lower toward the ground and tightened the reign behind me. My face was pointing straight up toward the ceiling and my breathing became quite a bit more difficult.

He re-assumed his position beside me and my breathing became quicker, and lighter. I was feeling quite light-headed, but I was not anywhere near to passing out. I felt his breath just underneath me, and next I felt his tongue. He was lapping up my juices from underneath me as I sat bound, blindfolded and gagged.  While he was licking me, I felt something hard enter me slowly. It was thick. VERY thick. I am guessing it was a cucumber, but I still have no idea. He somewhat roughly forced it into me and I winced silently. It felt amazing. I wanted him to keep thrusting it in and out of me. He brought my dream to life and fucked me with it till I came. I came SO hard.... He had instructed me not to move a single inch, and when I was coming, I tried my best to be still. But we all know that it’s pretty much impossible to be completely still when having an intense orgasm! He let me move as much a little...

When he was done, he untied my hands, neck and ankles and walked me back to my room.. He was kind enough to remove my gag and light a cigarette for me and guide my hand to the ashtray. He wasn’t a smoker so I appreciated this immensely!

For the rest of the evening, he kept me blindfolded. To me there is nothing more erotic than being blindfolded. All other senses come into action so intensely. I could smell my own come, and I could smell the sweat and sexy heat coming from between his legs when he entered the room and stood in front of me. He held my arms securely at my sides and told me to leave them there. He took his cock and put the head just at the tips of my lips. I started to open them and he denied me that action. He reached down and put his fingers inside me and gathered moisture to put on my lips. Once my lips were wet with my own juices, he pushed his cock through them. His hands went back to holding my arms in place as he shoved his cock into my mouth. I almost gagged, but I’m a very adept cock sucker, so I immediately opened my throat, taking every inch of him in. I am lucky he was not overly endowed. He fucked my face slowly at first. Thrusting solidly and deeply to the back of my throat, I lapped his cock with my tongue on every entry.

He let go of my arms and held my head steady. Now he was REALLY fucking my face. I had a steady and mildly firm grip on his cock as he slid in and out. His pace quickened and I knew he would be coming any second. After two or three more thrusts, he came so furiously into my mouth that I didn’t have a chance to swallow. His come shot straight down my throat. I almost choked. I thought I would be blowing come out of my nose! This didn’t happen, though. He secured my mouth closed so I didn’t have the choice when to release his cock from my grip. He squirted every last drop of his come into my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow every last drop.

Afterwards, he lit me another cigarette and I sat and smoked it while he climbed into the bed behind me. When I was done, I lay back. I whispered a subtle “thank you” to him and he leaned to me and said, “You were everything I wanted you to be tonight.” With that, I turned my blindfolded gaze to nowhere and happily went to sleep.

When I awoke, my blindfold was off and put away. Jack lay sleeping next to me. The apartment was immaculate and my brother was safe and sound in his own bedroom. 

Many other nights such as this ensued. Our relationship lasted about 2 years. The first year was filled with MANY sexual romps and adventures. But we were not a match made in heaven. 

I'm currently married and happily in love, but something is lacking in my sexual life. One of these days, I will surprise my husband...He is timid and not into anything BDSM. This may call for outside resources.



Steamy First Time



It was a hot day in Florida, the kind you can only spend outside. As humid as it was, the sun was shining and Sarah planned on spending the day working on her tan. She loved the sunshine her house got from the day she'd moved in; it was a far cry from the suburb outside Chicago she grew up in. Her house was perfect for her, not too far from the beach or her collage. Any time Sarah spent studying, she spent it outside working on her tan, something she'd never done at home. 

Sarah came to Florida with relatively no tan at all, but now she was as dark and beautiful as the girls that grew up here. When classes started, Sarah had been just a shy out-of-town girl, but now she was one of the hottest in the freshman class. Her body was a source of pride to her. She was a slender girl with long, flowing brown hair with deep blue eyes and a figure boys dream of. But today, Sarah was just going to relax by her pool and get as tan as possible before tropical storm season brought the clouds.

She was lying on her back in her red bikini, having a perfectly relaxing time when she started hearing noise from her neighbor Lindsay's house. Lindsay was one of the best neighbors Sarah had ever known. She was just a few years older and was working as a massage therapist to help pay for her education. Sarah and Lindsay had hit it off since Sarah had moved in and they often got together and went out to the local clubs together on the weekends. 

Sarah could hear into Lindsay's house from her chair and heard someone moaning. "Maybe she's been hurt," Sarah thought as her got up. She couldn't see anything from over the fence, so Sarah decided to hop the fence and investigate the noise. Sarah jumped the fence with ease and followed the sounds to a window behind Lindsay's house. Sarah peered inside and was shocked at what she saw.

Lindsay was lying naked in her bed with some girl Sarah didn't know eating her pussy. Lindsay was a shorter girl with lovely blonde hair and very nice tits. Sarah had known Lindsay for months now and never would have expected she was a lesbian. The other girl was blonde as well, but much taller than Lindsay. Sarah was both sickened and intrigued by what she was watching, so she didn't leave the window. Lindsay was up against the headboard and was gripping her sheets with the pleasure. The girl was alternating from licking Lindsay and rubbing her clit, trying to make her cum. Lindsay was moaning loudly and Sarah could hear every word.

"Oh yes baby, just like that. Just like that. Ohh shit! Yes baby, yes! Ohhhh I'm gonna cum so fucking hard! Yes! Ohhhhh shit!"

The girl slowed her licking and Lindsay's body began to shake when she was touched. "She must have came," Sarah whispered to herself. Lindsay pulled the other girl up onto her and they started grinding their pussies together.

"You made me cum so fucking hard," Lindsay said to the girl. 

"I know," she said in a slightly deep voice, "you tasted so good."

They started kissing deeply and continued to grind together. Sarah decided she wanted to know more about what she'd just seen. She walked around to Lindsay's front door and rang the bell. It was a long time until Lindsay got the door. "She must be getting dressed," thought Sarah. Lindsay was wearing tight athletic shorts and a loose t-shirt when she came to the door. "Oh, Sarah, it's you. What's up?" Lindsay said with a flustered voice.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" Sarah asked. She was just a little nervous about what she was doing.

"It's 9 in the morning, of course you didn't wake me up," Lindsay replied.

"Oh, all right. I ran out of tanning oil. I was wondering if you had some I could borrow?" Sarah said.

"Sure," Lindsay replied, "come on in. I have all kinds so you can come pick one out."

When they came into the kitchen, the other girl was standing there in just her bra and panties. "Oh, Sarah this is Jordie, she spent last night with me," Lindsay said.

All Sarah could muster was, "Hi." 

"Pleasure to meet you, Sarah," Jordie said. Jordie was blonde like Lindsay, much taller, and had a tattoo of shooting star on her hip. Her hair was long like Sarah's, but curly. She was beautiful. 

Sarah saw her opportunity. "When you say she spent last night with you, do you mean...," she trailed off.

"Umm," Lindsay said, trying to choose her next words, "well, yes, we fucked last night."

"But, I-I didn't know you were a lesbian," Sarah stammered. Even though she really did know, it was hard for her to hear Lindsay say it.

"Oh, I love men, I just fuck girls," Lindsay replied with a laugh.

"I am though," Jordie said, moving beside Lindsay, "and I fuck girls for money as well."

"So that's what happened last night. I called up Jordie and we let loose. I've haven't had a boyfriend in a while and just needed some sex," Lindsay said. 

"But, how do you actually, um, fuck another girl?" Sarah asked timidly.

"Oh, there's lots of ways," Jordie said, "actually, me and Lindsay were about to have round two, if you're interested."

"I don't want to intrude," Sarah said hesitantly.

"Don't worry, you can just watch if that's what you want," Lindsay said.

"I guess I will then," Sarah said.

Jordie and Lindsay walked to the bedroom with Sarah behind them. Sarah sat down in a chair in the corner while Lindsay and Jordie jumped into the bed. Jordie pulled off Lindsay's shirt, exposing her tits. She began to suck them and lick her cleavage as Lindsay moaned with the pleasure. As they lay back, Jordie slid her hand down Lindsay's shorts.

"Let's take these off," Jordie said seductively. She pulled off Lindsay's shorts and threw them over to Sarah with a wink. Lindsay had no panties on and was visibly horny. This was the first time Sarah had ever seen another girl's pussy. Lindsay's was shaven and her juices made it glisten in the sunlight. Jordie slid down to Lindsay's pussy and kissed her inner thigh. Lindsay moaned again. 

"This is how girls fuck girls, sweetheart," Jordie said to Sarah.

As soon as Jordie's tongue touched her pussy, Lindsay moaned louder. Jordie was teasing Lindsay's pussy with her tongue until Lindsay couldn't take any more. 

"Ohhhh, fuck me baby. Fuck me hard," she begged.

"I'll make you cum so hard," Jordie said as she removed her bra and panties, "It'll make Sarah want to fuck me."

Sarah felt her pussy moisten and gripped the chair hard to control the feeling. Jordie licked two fingers and slid them gently into Lindsay's pussy. "Oh shit baby, yea!" Lindsay moaned. Jordie started sliding her fingers in and out of Lindsay's pussy, first slowly, then faster and faster until Lindsay started screaming with the pleasure. 

"Ohhh, fuck me hard. Fuck me hard like that. Yea! Yea! Don't stop. YEA! YES baby, YES! OHH god yes. Fuck I'm cumming, baby," Lindsay screamed. With Jordie fingering her and licking her clit, Lindsay came and yelled out in pleasure at the top of her lungs.

"God, you cum nice," Jordie said licking up Lindsay's cum.

"God yes! You wanna try, Sarah?" Lindsay asked.

"I don't know" Sarah said. It looked amazing, but she barely knew Jordie and didn't want to depend on her for orgasms.

"Why don't you put on that strapon and fuck me," Jordie said as she rolled onto her back.

"How do I...," Sarah said with genuine confusion.

"Slide your legs through the openings, tighten it, and fuck Jordie like a man," Lindsay instructed.

Sarah reached into the side table Lindsay pointed to and pulled out a long, clear dildo attached to a harness. It was about eight inches long and looked like a real cock. Sarah slid into the harness and walked over to Jordie. 

"Now, you slide the cock into my pussy," Jordie instructed. Without thinking, Sarah slid all eight inches into Jordie, who let out a high-pitched moan.

"Wow, you don't waste time, do you," Jordie exclaimed, "now pull it almost out and put it back in."

Sarah did, and felt the cock slow as it went into Jordie's pussy.

"You feel that?" Lindsay asked, "That's how tight she is."

Sarah fucked Jordie slowly until she heard her start moaning. Sarah sped up and Jordie, who was clinging to the headboard, started to scream.

"God, you're good. Yes, right there, right there. Ohhh fuck yes. Oh baby please give it to me. Make me cum. YEA! YES!! FUCK I'm cumming. Ohh I'm gonna squirt!!" she cried and as Sarah fucked her as fast as she could, Jordie screamed and cried for Sarah to pull out the strapon. When Sarah pulled out the strapon, Jordie's pussy squirted and covered the sheets with her juice. Lindsay moved to Jordie's pussy and tasted her squirt.

"I have never cum like that before," Jordie said, examining her mess.

"Now I want some cock," Lindsay said. She pushed Sarah onto her back and stood over her. Lindsay slowly slid onto the strapon, than started fucking in. Sarah felt so horny at the sight of Lindsay's tits bouncing while she fucked that cock. Lindsay grabbed Sarah's tits as she moaned in pleasure. 

"God I love your cock. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! YES! OHHHHH FUCK!" Lindsay squealed as she came. Sarah could see the juices flowing down the strapon as Lindsay pulled it out. Jordie began sucking the strapon and began kissing Lindsay. They all just lay there for a while, catching their breath. 

"God, I'm worn out," Lindsay said.

"I am too. We need to clean up and I can get going. Thanks for the sex, sweetheart," Jordie said with a smile. She stood up and went into the bathroom.

Sarah took off the strapon, said goodbye to Lindsay, and left her house. She felt different, but was in no way going to give up having sex with men. She sat back in her chair and went back to tanning.

When night fell, Sarah's doorbell rang and at the door stood Jordie. "What are you doing here?" Sarah asked.

"Well, you left before I could return the favor earlier today," Jordie replied, "and, I bought you a present."

Jordie handed Sarah a bag. Inside it was a strapon like the one Lindsay had.

"Thanks, but I'm not sure I want to be like this," Sarah said.

"You saw how good it feels, and I won't pressure you to become a lesbian. It's entirely your choice," Jordie said as she stepped inside.

"I still don't know," replied Sarah. 

Without another word, Jordie kissed Sarah and kept kissing her until the two were tonguing. Jordie lifted Sarah onto the island in the kitchen and pulled off the clothes Sarah had put on. Jordie knelt down to Sarah's pussy. It was shaven as well, and looked barely touched. "Almost virgin," thought Jordie.

Jordie licked Sarah's pussy and tasted her juices. Sarah had never felt pleasure like it. It was nothing like fucking a man. "Ohhh god," Sarah moaned. Jordie slid one finger into Sarah's pussy as she licked. Sarah felt herself start to cum and desperately tried to prolong the feeling. The harder she tried, the more the harder it became. When she came, Sarah wasn't loud. She only let out a soft moan and shook at the hips. 

"You just got fucked by a woman, sweetheart," Jordie said, licking up Sarah's pussy juice.

"I-I don't know how to feel," Sarah whispered. Jordie kissed her and let Sarah taste her pussy juice. 

"I want you to fuck me again," Jordie said, "I want you to fuck me in the pool."

Jordie pulled off her dress as Sarah put on the strapon. The water was cool, but after swimming around for some time, Sarah was warmed up. Jordie jumped up onto Sarah and kissed her again. Sarah slid her cock into Jordie's pussy, slower this time. Jordie threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. Sarah began fucking her and wanted nothing more than to never stop making Jordie cum. Even after Jordie squirted, Sarah continued to fuck her until her muscles were so weak she could barely get out of the pool. They lay in a chair for some time, saying nothing, just feeling the passion between them. "I don't want to be a lesbian," Sarah said, finally.

"All right, but I'll miss the way you fucked me," Jordie replied.

"I know, but I think there will be another girl as good as me," Sarah said playfully.

"Can I at least ask why?" Jordie asked.

"I have a boyfriend. We're more in love then I've ever been before. We could be soul mates, or something. And soon he'll be a celebrity and we can have anything we want. I'll be happier with him then with you or some other girl, and that's all I want. To be happy," Sarah said, memories flashing in her head.

Jordie said nothing. She just kissed Sarah, got dressed, took the strapon, and left.



Steamy Getaway



They sit together on the front porch swing, Kelly's head on Ben's shoulder, his arm around her, gazing at the lake beyond. The late afternoon sun is still warm, and its reflection shimmers on the lake’s surface. It’s a sultry summer’s day. They sit there for awhile, enjoying their closeness, their private, woodsy surroundings, the scents of cedar and pine in the air.

They decide to have a picnic by the lake. They sit together, stealing kisses, feeding each other strawberries, chicken fingers, and Caesar salad, and sipping sparkling apple juice. The sun begins to fade and the sky becomes dark and ominous. They take their picnic inside just as thunder rumbles in the distance and the first drops of rain begin to fall. 

They spread a cloth on the rug by the fireplace and lay out the rest of their picnic. Ben feeds Kelly the last of the strawberries and then traces her cheek with his hand and tucks a wisp of her raven hair behind her ear. He leans forward to kiss her soft lips and she pulls him close to her and then….a shocking explosion, as lightning strikes nearby, followed by a deafening blast of thunder, and then…the lights go out. 

Ben pulls himself away from Kelly regretfully, and fumbles for a flashlight. He finds a book of matches, uses one to light candles on a nearby table, kills the flashlight. Kelly comes up behind him and puts her arms around his waist, kisses his neck. He turns to look at her, her eyes glowing in the candlelight. He kisses her, then takes the candles and leads her to the bedroom.

He puts the candles on a small table by the shaded window. They stand gazing into each other’s eyes, softly smiling. He takes her into his arms, holds her close as another blast of thunder shakes the cabin. She flinches.

“Shh. It’s all right,” Ben says as he runs his hand through her hair and down her back. 

“Mmmm,” Kelly moans softly. 

He backs away from her slightly and looks into her eyes as he slowly unbuttons her shirt. It drops to the floor and her shorts and his clothing soon join it. 

He leads her to the bed and lays her down. He kisses her softly on the lips and then goes over to the candles, extinguishing them with two soft, hot breaths. Then he stands at the foot of the bed and says, “I’m going to make you forget all about the storm outside,” as he begins to massage her feet. She sighs happily.

Ben works his way up Kelly's legs, caressing, kissing, nibbling, licking her. He runs a finger along her inner thigh, up and down, each time coming closer to her now moist pussy. Up and down, up and down, then he grazes her pussy making her moan. He traces circles around the opening with his finger until she can’t take it anymore and enters her, probing her deeply. She gasps. 

“Oh my God! Yess! Fuck me!”

Then he lowers his face to her pussy and sucks her pussy lips making her writh is pleasure.

“Oh yesss!”

He continues this until she starts to come. She comes long and hard. He licks her sweetness from his finger and then licks her pussy to orgasm again, once, twice. She moans deeply, her hands in his golden hair gently and firmly drawing him closer, deeper into her pussy.

Ben then moves up Kelly's body, leaving warm, wet kisses along the way. Sending shock waves through her body and bringing every inch of her hot, wet flesh alive. Licking, kissing, caressing, nibbling her belly, her breasts, stopping there to savor them. He takes her breasts into his hands, caresses them, and takes each nipple in turn in his teeth and flicks it with his tongue. She whimpers with pleasure. Still with one hand exploring her breasts, he puts the other hand above her head on the pillow and buries it in her hair, as he kisses her shoulders and neck., and finally gives her a long, deep, wet kiss. 

He positions himself on top of her and she arches her back, rubbing her pussy against his rock hard cock. He moans as he enters her. He plunges deep inside her, making her gasp. Their bodies are on fire as he thrusts in and out, deeper each time. She is writhing with pleasure.

“Oh yess, please! Deeper!” 

Ben obliges. 

“Oooooh!” Kelly moans.

She wraps her legs around his waist to bring him closer, her hands pressed against his back. 

Harder, faster. They are moving in unison, the passion rising up within them. Harder, faster, deeper. She trembles as she can’t hold back any longer. He senses her coming and eases his thrusts and they come together at last. They collapse in each other’s arms, caressing, kissing, finally falling blissfully asleep



Steamy Goodness



*Note: this is a continuation of a story started by my boyfriend, which is why the first part seems to be missing. May add it later.

I woke up a few hours later, in a cold sweat from our earlier workout. I was also starving; we had gotten distracted and missed dinner. I smiled at Chris as he breathed deeply beside me. When I pressed my lips to his, they kissed me back automatically, and he awoke long enough to breathe, "I love you."

"I love you too." I covered him with the blankets and he snuggled into the pillow.

I slipped out of bed, sliding on my black satin robe. I stepped to the window of our hotel room and peeked out the curtains. The city was twinkling with lights, and the view from our room was beautiful... but my view of the bed was better. 

I decided to let Chris rest while I took a hot shower. We could always call for room service if we decided to spend the evening in bed.

The bathroom floor was cold on my bare feet. I danced back and forth on them, shivering as the water heated up. I had goosebumps all over and my nipples were hard. They were ultra-sensitive, and tingled as the silky fabric of my robe brushed against them. I thought back to earlier in the evening, and the memory of my pleasure sent heat waves to my groin.

The shower started to steam up the bathroom. The air was warmer now, and damp. I slid off my robe and draped it on the counter by the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. My hands went to my breasts, cupping them as I studied my naked form. I imagined that they were Chris's hands. They squeezed my breasts, softly at first, then more firmly. I could feel my nipples pressing into my palms. With one hand I began to trace and squeeze my nipples. The fingertips of my other hand trailed over my skin, down my stomach and around my belly button, twirling patterns over my thighs and hips. I closed my eyes and arched my back. I could still smell Chris on me. I could feel myself getting wetter, the walls of my vagina already pulsing with the desire to feel him inside of me again. 

I had left my dildos in the bedroom, but I didn't want to leave my steamy haven. I arranged my robe on the counter and sat down on it. When I turned, I could see my back in the mirror, and the very top curve of my butt and hips. I imagined what it must look like to Chris when he enters me from behind.

I massaged my vagina with my whole hand, putting pressure on the entire area. I let my middle finger slip through the lips and feel the wet warmth of the folds of my pussy. Tracing around my clit, I moaned and arched back. I laid down on the counter, spreading my legs. As I pressed on my clit, I felt my body quiver with excitement. My other hand roamed my body, rubbing, pinching, squeezing.

I put my finger inside my cunt, and squeezed it with my muscles, silently thanking myself for knowing how to exercise that particularly useful area. I rocked my hips upward to meet my hand, my palm pressing against my clit. I used three fingers to massage all around it, in a circular motion. As I moved faster, I couldn't contain my moans. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily, my other hand squeezing my breasts.

Faster, faster... louder... more intense. I felt it building up... waves of pleasure, a burning feeling through every nerve in my body... my toes curled... did they uncurl? I can't feel them anymore. Every ounce of my being is concentrated on my clit. Dip inside one last time, spread my juice all over. I'm to the point of no return. I cry out, stopping the motion, and press hard against my clit with my whole hand, my hips pressing back against it. My mouth is frozen in a silent scream, my eyes shut tight. Every muscle is tensed as my orgasm rolls through me. 

When the contractions finally stop, I begin to breath again, haltingly. I sigh and open my eyes, and see Chris standing in the doorway. His cock is hard in his hands, his mouth open wide. He catches my eye and grins.

As I scoot toward him on the counter, I think to myself, "We're going to have to postpone that shower..."



Steamy in the Sauna



The room filled with grey mist, tendrils of steam caressed her skin. She looked across the small space and saw him sitting in a corner on the wooden slats, head tipped back, deeply inhaling. A small tub of black grainy paste sat next to him. She wondered what it was.

"Hey," she said, waking him out of his reverie.

His eyes opened and she couldn't tell if it was the steam but there was a strange grey mystery swirling within them.

He picked up the tub of paste and extended his arm, offering it to her.

"Want some?" he said.

"What is it?" she replied. Without quite knowing why she realized she was licking her lower lip.

"It's an exfoliant," he said, "I brought it back from Tibet."

She laughed. "An exfoliant," she said. "How very masculine of you."

He stood and walked towards her - two short steps across the cozy room. She watched the sweat beading on his collarbone and trailing down towards his chest. He reached his finger into the jar and scooped out a dollop. "Smell it," he said. 

She hesitated for a moment, feeling pulled between sensations. She wanted to move closer to him, but she didn't want him to know it. But she couldn't pull back now: she leaned her head forwards and inhaled. 

"It smells like... coffee?" she said.

His eyebrows rose. 

"Mixed with honey," he said. "And oil."

She looked up at him, unsure what he wanted. 

"Try it," he said. He began to lather the earthy brown paste onto his chest. He looked like a beast, in the depth of a jungle, black stripes against his clear skin. The steam was starting to burn her eyes, and she could feel her breath turning hot and humid.

"Try it," he said.

She reached a finger into the jar and gingerly extracted a single, juicy dollop.

"Start with the thighs," he said. She pushed the paste against her skin. It felt shockingly coarse, like a cat's tongue. A little shiver climbed along the skin of her leg. Her fingers started to massage it in, slowly at first, small circles pushing up and out.

"It's rough," she said. She looked up into his strange grey eyes. He looked back, not even breaking a smile.

"What did you do in Tibet?" she asked.

"I negotiated," he replied.

"With the monks?" she asked him. He smiled.

"Among others."

She watched his fingers pushing along his clear skin. His body looked like a statue. 

"You need to cover your whole body," he intoned, as he continued to lather the black paste onto his rippling torso.

"I don't always do as I'm told, you know," she said, her mouth quirking on one side only.

"I know," he replied.

Her fingers climbed down her calves, and she couldn't help but admire the tautness of her own muscles. She noticed the tiny beads of sweat starting to form in droplets through the gritty brown membrane. She watched as they grew, pooling, then drained in rivulets down her leg.

"How's the heat?" he asked, snapping her out of her reverie. She blew out sharply, feeling the hot air against her cheeks.

"Oh, it's hot," she said. "But I like it hot."

She didn't even know, for herself, why she was treating him this way. A part of her wanted to see him respond - it was always so easy to get guys to respond. But with him it was harder. She thought she saw a momentary smile pull out on the edge of his thick, straight lips. But maybe it was just an illusion, maybe it was just the steam in her eyes.

"Have you been to the baths before?" he asked her.

"First time," she replied, a little quiet.

"You're here on your own," he said. Was it a question or just an observation, she wondered. She said nothing.

"Your back," he said, "I can help you with it, if you'd like." She hesitated, imagining how the long fingered hands would feel pressed against her skin.

She hesitated. "Never mind," he said, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable." 

"No it's fine," she spluttered. "Let me do yours."

He shifted closer to her on the bench, exposing the the broad muscular planes of his back to her. 

She reached into the jar, and tentatively daubed a small area of paste onto his scapula. His muscles tensed and flexed under her palm. She marveled at how defined his body was.

"You obviously work out a lot" she said.

"I don't actually". His voice seemed reverberated in the tight space seeming to come from the dripping walls themselves.

"When I was in Tibet if there was anything I needed, I had to pull it up the mountain myself."

Gaining in confidence slightly, her fingers began to travel along the tops of his shoulders squeezing gently, and pressing. She could feel the muscles starting to loosen, relaxing.

He exhaled. Was she really doing this? The man was a complete stranger, yet somehow, she was allowing herself to be intimate with him. A small flutter of excitement ignited in her belly. 

He jolted suddenly, wincing. 

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" she asked 

"It's just a scar," he replied. 

She traced it with the tip of her fingers, feeling how it's perforated seemed to melt into the smooth clear skin surrounding it.

"Tibet?" she asked.

He paused, laying his hands on his thighs and rubbing slowly back and forth.

"You don't have to explain," she said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the burden she had placed on him.

"No, no..." he replied, "it's just..."

He stopped, for a moment, and the silence engulfed her. She was surrounded by hot air and hanging steam, and her fingers rested gently on the edges of his back.

"Some other time," he said. There was a gentle sadness and vulnerability in his voice that made her want to wrap him in her arms. The moment hung in the air too long and too heavy. She wished it would evaporate with the steam.

She ran her hands back up to the top of his back, then worked her way back down again. His whole back was gleaming, now, with bronzed with shimmering oil, reflecting in the dim light of the sauna. As she moved down his back she caught herself, uncertainly, running her fingers along the line of his shorts. To her own surprise she knew she wanted to go further. 

As a small, thin stream of water dribbled down his back, she realized that moisture was gathering between her legs - and it wasn't from the sauna. 

Her breath began to come heavier, and she wondered if he could feel it. He turned suddenly, shocking her. She dropped the pot of sticky paste and watched in horror as it started to splay outwards on the floor. In one quick movement he was down at her feet, scooping up the little jar with its precious black gold. The top of his head brushed against her thigh, and she was not expecting the jolt of electricity she felt arcing from there to her sex. The next thing she knew he was upright, and her heart was beating hard and fast in the hot, thick air.

They stood there, facing each other, still and quiet and so trusting. She felt as though a fathomless eternity stretched before her; she didn't want it to break. The light reflected in his sensitive eyes, and he leaned in towards her - for a moment, she hoped this his lips would descend. But they didn't. His hands grazed slightly against her waist as he stood in silence before her, the distance between them agonizing and forbidding.

"Now me," she said, trembling slightly.

She turned around, towards the wall, and waited with bated breath as she held herself for the few seconds it took for his hands to find her. His broad, thick thumbs were first, pressing up against the outsides of her shoulder blades. Then his strong, flat palms, pushing down and sideways along the gentle slopes of her shoulder backs. Suddenly she realized there was something missing.

"What about the exfoliant?" she asked.

"Oh," he replied, "I was just getting you warmed up."

He leaned over towards the bench to dip his fingers in the thick honey, and as the first fat drop landed on her shoulders she felt dizzy, overflowing with desire and anticipation. As his hands moved out towards her shoulders she felt as if she was being played by a maestro pianist. His fingers danced and stumbled around the strings of her top.

"Wait," she said, turning towards him briefly. Then, turning away again - preserving her modesty, despite her strongest wishes - she reached up behind herself and undid the strings. She let the top fall off her arm and onto the bench in front of her. She crossed her arms across her chest, hunching forwards slightly, then tipped her head back over her shoulder and smiled at him.

"There," she said, "that'll be easier for you."

Then his hands truly began to get to work. They moved up and down on either side of her spine, slowly at first, shallow rhythmic strokes, lengthening into deeper, strumming motions, like a bow across a cello. She could feel the music growing inside her now, her breath falling into rhythm with his motions, the vibrations growing in her thighs and in her sex. She wondered if he would reach the crescendo she dared herself to wish for.

His strokes, now, seeming to carry an edge of desperation, began to transform into caresses. They were moving closer and closer to her sides, more like an embrace, his fingers reaching around towards the bases of her breasts. Her breath was becoming faster now, the excitement growing inside her. Panting, she turned her body and looked into his grey, glowing eyes.

"Yes," she said.

Now, emboldened, his hands reached all the way around to the front of her body. She could feel his index fingers circling over her nipples. They began to grow slowly stiffer, and as they did so she felt every circulation of his fingers with deeper and deeper pleasure. She moaned, despite herself - she could not believe how much he excited her. Now his thumbs joined the fingers and he squeezed her nipples between them, rolling the soft tissue to a tantalizing beat. Another honey-edged moan escaped her lips. She wanted to call it back but she was too far gone to care - how could she let this man she'd never met before have his way with her body like this? But it only made things more exciting. She only wished that he would go further.

Suddenly, in a moment of tenderness, he kissed the nape of her neck. Hot white electricity seemed to spread out from the point where his lips touched her skin. His hands moved down from her nipples, cupping her. The weight of her fruit hung down into his hands.

Still cupping her with one hand, he moved his fingertips down her belly, to her navel and further to the band of her bikini. His fingers paused, as if asking for permission to go further. She felt his warm, solid weight behind her as both a source of excitement and comfort. 

"Please" she murmured lips barely moving, and placing her hand on his, moved the tips of his fingers within the soft cloth. 

She felt a something, a tremor against her, a hardness stirring. She loved knowing that touching her gave him pleasure. She loved and was aroused by his arousal. The moisture in her was pooling, flowing, threatening to overflow.

One delicately muscled finger began to circle her clit, gently pressing. She couldn't figure out the pattern of his rhythm, but it was taking her to new levels of excitement. Her head lolled back slightly, receiving his lips. The sensation of her lips connecting with his, thick and soft made her almost loose her grip consciousness. Moving on from her lips, his lips travelled along her jaw, and caressed the skin behind her ear. 

Gasping, she clenched his hand, and guided the one long finger, within her sex. Without needing a cue, he began to slide in and out, his finger completely disappearing inside her pleasure. The finger curled, muscularly beckoning within her, applying a gentle yet firm pressure to the textured circular patch on the roof of her sex. She began to throb in time with his movements, a hot pulsing beat that she know could only last so long. Gripping her, he bought the heel of his hand into contact with her clit. It blanketed her, and now suddenly she was almost overwhelmed by these two distinct sources of stimulation working in concert, like two voices harmonizing. The voices gained tenor climbing inexorably towards an operatic climax. One, two, three rubs and she couldn't hold back any longer. She threw her head back, panting audibly. A pure white sensation exploded in her sex and travelled blazingly through her body. Engulfed by this feeling, her eyes streamed, and every last shred of tension left her body. She whimpered, gasping convulsively and slumped backwards into his gentle embrace. The steam wrapped them in its swirling embrace.



Steamy in the Steam Room



I always go to the gym early in the morning before work. Some days I am completely alone, but this morning I noticed two women on the treadmills when I did my 30 minutes. I cut my workout short so that I could spend a few minutes in the steam room before I had to leave for work. It's very relaxing, and its helps get me in the mood to deal with my annoying customers.

As I headed for the steam room, I took a closer look at the two women. The first one caught my eye because she had huge breasts - had to be more than a DD, and their motion as she worked out on the stair-stepper was, well, mesmerizing. She had light skin, reddish hair cut above her shoulders, and despite the size of her chest, she was only about 5-4.

A few feet away from her was a slightly taller woman with tanned skin and long black hair. She had a much smaller chest and was working hard, jogging on a treadmill. I would guess she was in her mid-30s, and probably 10 years older than the first woman. Both had very toned legs and nice round asses. It was almost sad to leave such a fine view.

I went to the locker room and got out of my clothes, wrapped a towel around me and headed into the steam room. I poured some water on to get the steam going and took a seat on the third tier, in the corner opposite the glass door. I leaned my head back and relaxed, starting to get drowsy in the warm, moist air.

A few minutes later, the door opened and the large-breasted woman came in. She looked up at me and smiled, poured a little more water on the rocks and took a seat on the bottom tier in front of me, also facing the door. From where I was sitting I had an excellent view of her ample, towel-wrapped cleavage. This was a good day.

Not another full minute had passed before the dark-haired woman entered. I had not seen her face when she was on the treadmill, and now I saw that she had piercing, bright blue eyes. She also smiled at me, up in the corner, before pouring a large dipper of water on, and taking a seat on the bottom tier.

She was carrying a small bottle of oil, which she began rubbing onto her arms. I noticed that the woman seated below me was watching her. The dark-haired woman seemed very aware that we were watching her, but didn't seem to mind. She had a deep tan, and from the shape of her arms and calves I could tell she was faithful to her workouts. Watching her rub oil onto her arms, shoulders and legs gave me a warm feeling in my balls, and I was really hoping that I wouldn't get a full erection here wearing just a towel.

After a moment, she had finished everything that was not covered by her towel, but she didn't stop there. She looked directly at the other woman, fixing her with an unmistakable stare, and stood up, shedding her towel. She took two confident steps and stood in front of us, looking directly at the woman below me. She did not say a word.

She squeezed out some more oil and rubbed it onto her breasts and stomach, and it dripped down onto her thighs. She had small, brown nipples that were cone-shaped and rock-hard. From where I was sitting it appeared that her pubic area was shaved completely bare. 

When she had finished with her front, she turned around and bent at the waist, giving the red-haired woman a great view of her ass and pussy, and rubbed more oil onto her legs and calves, and into her round ass.

Though I could not see her face, I think the other woman was as shocked as I was, but, like me, she could not stop looking at the erotic show. The show was about to get much better, though.

When she had finished, she again looked the other woman straight in the face with those piercing blue eyes, and took a step toward her, holding the oil out in front of her like an invitation. 

I didn't dare move, or barely even breathe. Soon there were two naked women below me, and the tanned one was rubbing oil into the other one's large breasts. They didn't seem to care about me watching, which was good because I had full throbbing erection by now.

The red-haired woman seemed reluctant at first, but her inhibitions seemed to melt away when the raven-haired one ducked down and began sucking on her nipples. I heard a low moan from one of them. 

She moved down her body kissing her neck and then down to her breasts. She began to suck on her nipples, teasing them with her tongue flicking them back and forth. Her hand slowly moved down her body sliding it between her thighs as she parted her legs a little so she could have better access to her closely trimmed pussy. 

In a moment the star of the show had inserted first one, then a second finger into the red-haired woman's pussy and was slowly finger-fucking her while she continued to suck and nibble on her nipples. Their moans seemed loud in the small, damp steam room. This went on for several minutes before the dark-haired woman whispered something in the other's ear, while looking straight at me. I know she could see my erection, but I didn't care - this was her show.

They both rose to leave, and looked toward me over their shoulder as they left the steam room as if inviting me to follow. No one spoke. They were both stark naked and holding hands as they headed across the hall toward the pool area.

I was compelled to follow them of course. They were both very pretty women, and watching them touch each other had really turned me on. There was a stark and beautiful contrast between the slender, tan, dark-haired woman and her busty, pale-skinned partner that burned itself into my mind. I re-wrapped my towel to at least try to cover my erection (with little success), and followed them.

I came through the door into the pool area and saw that they had made their way to the small public showerhead between the men's and women's locker room on the opposite side of the pool from where I now stood. The large breasted one was facing me, with the water running down her shoulders and breasts, which I could now see had nice small erect pink nipples.

The other woman was on her knees with her face buried in the redhead's pussy. From the moans echoing across the quiet pool area, I could tell she was giving her clit a good tongue-lashing.

I could not much stand this scene any more, but I didn't dare approach them and interrupt uninvited. I reached down and fondled my hard cock with my right hand, and my towel dropped away, leaving me as naked as the other two.

I started stroking my eight inches slowly, watching them and keeping time with her moans until I began to feel my climax building. Her cries became louder and more urgent until she began to shake and groan.

My own orgasm was here. I closed my eyes and stroked my cock, which was now slick with my own pre-cum, faster and faster until I finally went over the edge, groaning and releasing spurt after spurt of hot cum from my aching balls. It landed wetly on the cement in front of me.

My knees weak, I opened my eyes and saw both women now watching me appreciatively. I smiled weakly at them, and they giggled and went into the women's locker room together.

I wrapped once again in my towel and went into the men's locker room and dressed quickly. I was probably going to be late for work, but I didn't really care. On my way out, I stopped at the desk and renewed my membership for a year. I can't wait to go back in the morning for another workout!



Steamy Inspiration



Their room overlooked the pool area. From the slider they could see her... her tan skin glistening from the oil. She lay there on the deck chair... her head back... blonde hair splayed against the back of the chair. Her skin looked so scrumptious against the peach of her string bikini.

He stepped over to Cindy as she watched from the slider. Her breathing was heavy... she turned to face him. Lust in her eyes, she brought her head to his, touching her lips against his then kissed him deeply... lustfully. He wondered what had brought on the change in mood.

He met her kiss with equal passion. He could feel himself harden. The thin fabric of his shorts no match for his erection. His hand traced her neck... slowly moving down toward her breasts. Her nipples were hard beneath his touch. He cupped her breast in his hand... rolled his fingers over her nipple. Her breath caught... She reached her hand down... felt his hardness beneath his shorts.

He thrust his hips toward her. She felt the length of his cock... wanted it in her.... but not yet. she knelt before him... slowly lowered his shorts. His cock leapt out... wanting to feel her wet warm lips around it.

She ran her hands slowly up his thighs... around to his hot hard ass. She moved her mouth closer to his cock... teased it with her tongue.... He moaned loudly with pleasure as she took him into her mouth... enveloped his cock in hot wet wonder.

As she worked his cock he noticed movement outside of the slider... he saw her there... on the deck chair... the blonde. His moans must have captured her attention. She was looking toward their slider... the screen and a few feet the only thing that separated them.

He could see that she was hot.... a bead of sweat ran from beneath her blonde hair. It traced its way down her neck slowly working toward her breast. She reached toward the droplet... stopped it with her finger then raised it toward her mouth seductively sucking the bead of sweat from it.

His cock stiffened even more as he watched her slowly fingering her mouth. She could see them it became clear.

Cindy knew nothing of their observer... she wantonly worked his cock in and out of her mouth. Her hands moved over his ass... his balls... his cock. He was torn between telling her about the blonde and enjoying the naughtiness of it.

He reached down and pulled Cindy up toward him. He lifted her shirt over her head... removed her bra. Her firm breasts so inviting... he nestled his mouth between them and grabbed one in each hand. Cindy lowered her panties from beneath her skirt as he did this.

He lifted his head to kiss her... glancing out the slider as he did so... He did not see her there... the chair was empty.

Though somewhat disappointed he was too overcome with lust to think twice about it. He kissed Cindy deeply... tasting himself on her lips. She again lowered herself down taking his cock in her mouth. Now on her knees with her ass toward the slider.

He closed his eyes... savoring the feeling. He heard a moan coming from Cindy. As he opened his eyes he saw her... the blonde was there in their room. She had removed her bathing suit. He took her in... all of her. Her tan lines bright against the bronze skin. Her body was toned... tight and hot. His cock was on fire. He struggled to keep from cumming.

The blonde had one hand beneath Cindy's skirt. A lustfully questioning look was in her eyes... would they throw her out? Cindy's hips thrusting back against her hand gave her her answer.

She knelt on the floor behind Cindy. She raised her skirt, exposing a hot firm ass. She could smell Cindy's wetness... see it glistening from her cunt. She leaned her head forward... lowering her mouth to Cindy's waiting cunt. She was drenched in wetness.

He moans were loud... She raised her head from his cock ... looked up at him for reassurance. He stroked her cheek... fondled her hair... nodded.

She stood up and moved toward the bed... taking the blonde by the hand as she went. He followed...

Cindy lay back on the bed... The blonde moved down between her legs. He paused to take her in gain... her ass was exquisite. So tight and tan... she must wear a thong bikini he thought. He moved toward her as she lowered her mouth to Cindy's waiting cunt. 

He knelt behind her... pressed his body against her back. His cock touching the warm skin of her ass. She thrust her hips back into him... He reached his hands around her and cupped her breasts... pressed himself tighter against her back... leaned his head down toward her neck, feeling her hair against his cheek... smelling the coconut from her suntan oil. Her body was warm and slick from the oil. His hands worked over her chest, back and ass.

He took her ass in both hands... pressing his cock against it. She thrust her hips back toward him. He thrust forward again... the oil helping his cock to slide... he parted her ass. Her brown hole begged to be touched.

He lowered his hand toward her cunt. It was drenched with wetness. His finger slipped effortlessly into it... she moaned with pleasure. The vibrations of her lips caused Cindy to moan as well.

He slowly inserted another finger... Slid it all the way in... then slowly pulled them out. He raised them to his lips... tasted her on them... MMMMMMMM his moans of anticipation escaped his lips.

Lowering his hand down... he again gripped her ass... spreading her cheeks as he did so... He pressed the head of his cock against her dripping cunt.... Thrust it slowly inside of her. More moans of pleasure escaped her mouth.

He pulled out.... Brought the head of his cock against her ass... sooooo tight.... so inviting. She met his thrust with equal pressure forcing him into her. It was sooooooo effing tight. He was overcome with how hot and tight it was. He paused... regaining his control.

She thrust her hips back into him... forcing him deeper. His cock now buried in her ass... He grasped her hips and pumped her ass with his cock. He was on fire.... his cock like steel... her ass sooooo hot and tight and glistening with oil. He pounded her... she met his every thrust with pleasure. Her mouth and hands worked Cindy's cunt. Cindy's moans of pleasure... of her orgasm put him over the edge. He thrust madly... his cock working in and out of the blonde's ass. He let his load go... deep inside her ass as the blonde started to cum... her throbs of pleasure milking his cock.

He held her tightly as the spasms subsided. They moved onto the bed... one on each side of Cindy. They fell asleep in an instant... holding each other... cuddling.

When they awoke an hour later she spoke to them for the first time... "By the way... my name is Jenna... so PLEASED to meet you both." 



Steamy Love



I met Carmen during a soccer match in Madrid; I flew from Italy all the way just to watch 'el clasico' between Real Madrid and Barcelona. I went with a whole bunch of guys and there were two girls sitting in the front row.

The one on the left was gorgeous, she had long black hair and a great butt, and she was supporting Barcelona like me, so soon I found an excuse to talk to her, even though my Spanish sucked. 

I introduced myself, and we ended up in a bar after the match, with her friend and my buddies. Everything went great, but I didn't want a one night stand, and I only had 2 more days left in Madrid, so I decided to change my flight for the week after, to spend more time with her. 

Once back in Torino, the city I used to live in, we stayed in touch. Sometimes I am a bit impulsive; I was studying history and decided to continue my studies in Spain. Short story, I ended up moving to Madrid to be close to her and we started dating.

We had been together 3 months for our first Valentine's, and I planned something special. We had never been to Finland, and we were both very curious about that country, and during the winter it was easy to get cheap flights and accommodations, although Finnish winters are famous for being very rough. We found cheap flights to a town called Lappeenranta, pretty far even from Helsinki, and after reading about the region (South Karelia) we decided it would be a great crazy adventure.

We rented a cottage for the weekend, to have some privacy. And we had much more than privacy there.

The place was located in a forest area near a lake. We had never seen so much snow before; it was so pure and beautiful, no signs of civilization anywhere. It was -25 C outside, but there was a fire place to keep us warm. We made ourselves comfortable by the fire place and opened a bottle of red wine.

I was very horny, but Carmen was in a more romantic mood, stuck in front of the fire, holding hands. I did not want to rush her and ruin our night so I enjoyed the moment with her.

After a couple of glasses of wine, I asked her whether she was still feeling cold, because I had a great idea. Actually, all I could think about at that moment was sex, and I had seen we had a sauna room available, so I suggested that maybe we could give it a try.

She agreed, so I took her hand and led her there. I opened the door of the dressing room and got rid of our clothes. It was all new to me, but I managed to set the temperature right and pour the water, following instructions.

We sat there naked, in the steamy room and we started sweating. I kissed her softly, then I licked her slippery breasts. The steam was driving me crazy. Her pussy felt quite different to my hands, like juicier and more tender than usual.

I did not say anything; she just bent over, for me to take her doggy style. It was strange; normally we spend a long time seducing each other before intercourse, but we seemed to feel an urge to do it quickly this time.

I penetrated softly form behind, trying to hold her. It was difficult to hold our slippery bodies together, but the feeling was so intense, the tender rubbing of our wet skins and her swollen pussy lips squeezing my penis. It didn't last more than 5 minutes and I had a very powerful orgasm. She was breathing heavily, I got scared it might have been too much for her, and I walked her to the shower to cool down.

She started to laugh and said 'silly, it was great'. Then I just massaged her body in the shower, until she decided she preferred to continue in bed. 

Our bodies were still hot and relaxed, and I had a new erection. She was very horny and all I wanted was to lick her. I spread her legs, put some pressure on her clit with my tongue and started moving it. It was great having no neighbors at all; I love to hear Carmen scream loud.



Steamy Massage



(This is a story for the female readers on this beautiful site.)



It is a cloudy day, early in the afternoon after a stressful day at work and you scheduled a 'full body massage special' at a small massage parlour across town.

You are barely through the door, when your name is already called by the smiling assistant on the front desk as you are guided to a small bright white room with incense already burning. It is warm, just the right temperature.

As the woman, who guided you in takes a leave to let you undress and lie down, you hear a voice coming from the room next door. A male voice.

"I'll be right with you, Miss. I suggest you lie down on the couch and start to relax. I must assume it was a tough day, considering you chose the 'full body special'."

Just as you positioned yourself comfortably on the couch face down, you can hear the door to the next room opening. You don't mind looking up as he enters and prepares a few little bottles between him and you.

"I will begin your massage now, Miss. Please relax and jst enjoy."

His voice is smoothing, calm, full of confidence.

You hear a click as he opens a bottle of massage oil.

The next thing you feel is a drop of liquid running down your back, slowly and cool. The drop runs from your shoulders down your spine right to your lumbar vertebra before you feel the first touch of warm, strong fingertips.

They are slowly spreading the massage oil over your back. It is smooth, almost like velvet running along your skin.

"you feel very tense, Miss. let me help you with that."

The fingertips spread out and you can feel the palms of his hands slowly pressing your muscles in circles to loosen the pressure. Slow gentle but firm circles. from the spine slowly going outwards.

For the shoulders the fingertips just pinpoint the tense muscles and spread out, seemingly making any stress, any sorrow disappear with the stiffness.

You feel the hands sliding down flat down your back sprading a new layer of warming oil all over.

The room is silent but it is no awkward or uncomfortable silence. It is total relaxation.

As his hands rest for just a moment on your lower back you can swear you still feel his touch and warmth in his shoulders though for a fraction of a second you can feel the warmth of the hands crawl deep under your skin with the oil.

On your lower back you can feel how he sets up the sides of his palms and flattening them as he moves them slowly to the sides taking every negative bit of thought with them.

The warming touch vanishes only to resurface on your calves, rubbing firmly, leaving a feeling of relieve with every stroke.

The room is filled with the soothing scent of incense as you feel the towel, that you put over your bottom is gently lifted yet not removed.

"Miss? Do you wish to continue to the final step of our special? Many clients don't feel comfortable once it comes to it."

It is the first time You hear anything since the massage started. You almost forgot there was a voice attached to that touch. A man attached to this warm touch.

As you don't take any action; you feel the towel, now soaked in scented massage oil is slowly removed as you feel the touch on your bottom so gentle, that you can tell only by the warmth.

As you sink into a deeper state of relaxation, like sinking into a warm pool of water, you can feel a different touch on your lower back.

Lips. A kiss as gentle as the hands resting on your bottom.

then another kiss only inches from the last.

The kisses continue crawling down almost for what feels like an eternity.

The hands start moving slowly. No gtip just gentle strokes around your bottom to your inner thighs and back. Back and forth, back and forth.

"Don't be scared. Just relax". You hear muffled by the blankness that the relaxing massage left in your absolutely eased mind.

One kiss on your inner thigh before you stiffen for just a moment as his tongue, even warmer than his hands, makes gentle contact with the tingly spot between your legs. His tongue draws firm cirles around your clitoris. Always the same pressure only varying in speed.

He is experienced but can't help but moan a little as your taste runs through his mouth. You can hear it.

You feel the tongue speeding up more and more, keeping a steady pressure with firm stimulation.

His hands stroke restless over your bottom, caring. you dont know how long its been like this but the moment his hands unite with his tongue in your thighs the world seems to disolve into pleasure before your eyes; exploding into ecstacy.

"I hope you enjoyed our 'full body special', Miss.

Our policy is: 'Let no customer leave unsatisfied.' It was my pleasure and I hope you will schedule an appointment with us again soon."

Your breath is shallow and your body is still shaking from the touch of the massage as you dress and prepare to leave.



(I hope the female readers enjoyed this short journey. I tried not to force to much mandatory emotional reactions to outside stimuli so that every woman reading this can experience it differently. I wrote this up in one session and since this is my first story; again feedback is much appreciated.)



Steamy Memories



There have been times although I am a straight woman that I have thought about another's woman's hand caressing my thigh or her tongue touching mine. When I was younger I had an affair with a slightly older woman though neither of us had been with another woman before. The memories of those hot nights and her small narrow hands on my body and her tongue licking at my skin still come back to me frequently.

If I close my eyes and let myself I can still remember the way her lips felt on mine and the taste of her that would linger in my mouth after we made love. And although I enjoy men, the way that they can wrap their arms around you and make you feel so safe. There are some things that men have that women don't, but I think about it. 

No one has come close to comparing to Martine in bed. At the time I was younger and more naive and a little giddy with the idea of it. Martine would look at me with her serious green eyes while she kissed me. Sometimes when she was pumping her fingers in and out of me she would demand in her slow sexy voice that I look at her and not close my eyes. She said she loved watching me come.

I used to love getting her in the shower. She was very tall and slim with perfectly rounded breasts. She was foreign and her French accent used to drive me mad. Anyway we would get in the shower and I would watch as the water ran over her smooth tan skin. Then I would run my hands all over her slippery body.

I would take the soap and run it up her back which would always make her shiver. Then as the water rinsed away the soap I would lean in and kiss her. There is nothing quite like kissing someone, your tongue sliding into their wet hot mouth, while water pours down on you. 

While our tongues slid together and touched and then slid away I would run my hands down to her breasts and pinch and twist her nipples the way that I knew she liked. Her hands would come around to knead my round bottom. When I put my mouth over her nipple and sucked hard running my tongue back and forth her fingernails would dig into my ass. 

Her skin would be hot and clean. I would use my teeth a little rough on her nipples and she would moan, "Oh, yes, Kathleen. Just like that." In that sexy accent.

While I teased her nipples with my tongue I would slide one hand down her stomach which would be slippery with water. I would spread my fingers so that only my middle finger would part the shaved lips of her pussy. No matter how hot the water was her pussy was always hotter. And wetter.

I would slide my finger along her clit just enjoying how wet and hot she was. The I would slide my finger up inside of her and pump it in and out slowly. She would grip my shoulders and spread her legs farther apart and gasp and moan. Sometime she would moan so loud that I thought the neighbors might hear. Sometimes I hoped that they could hear. The idea of them hearing me driving her crazy turned me on.

I would lower myself to my knees and sticking out my tongue run it over the outside of her pussy first. And then with my finger still sliding in and out of her I would point my tongue and touch her clit. 

I would use just the tip at the very top, touching so lightly and wiggling my tongue back and forth a little. Then without warning I would slide it down and over her clit and flick it back and forth before once again retreating to the top.

This would drive her crazy the quick bursts of attention to her clit. I would lick and suck and bite her clit until I could feel her legs begin to tremble a sure sign that she was about to come and then I would pull away and lick all around, but not touching her clit. When she would start to cry out, sometimes begging sometimes just moaning incoherently, I would thrust another finger inside of her and suck her click into my mouth while vigorously pumping my fingers in and out of her.

At this point she would be so wet that my whole mouth was coated with her juices. I would be so into her pleasure that sometimes I wouldn't even taste her until afterward. I liked the taste of her though, so hot and salty and thick.

I would hold her clit between my lips and run my tongue over the tip inside my mouth. This drove her crazy and never failed to make her come. I would feel her inner muscles clench around my fingers so tightly that it almost hurt. She would practically scream when she came. Her hands would fly out to grip my head or my shoulders or whatever she could reach. Her legs would shake and clamp around the sides of my head. 

If I kept plunging my fingers in and out of her she would come over and over again. Her cries would get louder and louder. Eventually her legs would give out and she would sit down on the edge of the tub. Then her beautiful hairless pussy would be right in my face and I would keep thrusting my fingers in and out. 

Nothing before or since has turned me on as much as watching Martine as I fucked her. Especially when she was sitting on the edge of the tub, her legs spread, her pussy open to me, her head thrown back, unintelligible sounds coming from her throat. 

When she was finally done she would put her hand around my wrist to stop me and pull me up to her. She would kiss me for a long time, licking her own come out of my mouth. Then she would pull me out of the tub and shove me down on the floor. 

I would lie there dripping wet while she slid her dripping body over mine. She would spread my thighs and then my lips with her fingers. She would flatten her tongue and lick all the way up from the bottom to the top of my pussy. Then she would thrust her tongue as far inside of me as it would go. Her tongue was long and I would feel it twist inside of me a few degrees cooler than my hot flesh and rough against the smooth sensitive skin of my pussy. 

She would wait until I starting panting and then she would turn her body wiggling her long frame up between my legs until her hot, wet, pussy was touching mine. Then she would begin to thrust her hips. We would move against each other our lips spreading so that the hot wet flesh of our pussies was pressed together. 

We would keep this up until we were both trembling and then she would roll us over so that I was on top of her in a 69 position. She would thrust her tongue into me and I would roll her clit around with the tip of mine. When I found where she was most sensitive she would grunt into my pussy the vibrations sending a jolt through my clit. Soon we would both be moaning into each other hot flesh as we came licking up each other's juices. 

We had a lot of good times, Martine and I. I tried once to tell my boyfriend about it. I wondered if he would do a threesome, but he wasn't open to the idea at all. So I am left to my memories and the sound and taste of Martine that still exists in my mind.



Steamy Mother and Son Encounter...



What happened one autumn night was really rather unexpected, but it was an amazing encounter that led to something very special.....

Lanky and muscular with curly blonde hair and soft blue eyes, Tim had turned into beefy 6'2, 188 pound 19-year-old college athlete with sinewy rippling muscles. Shy and soft-spoken Tim had a sensitive streak that made him especially appealing to the women on campus. When the unexpected encounter in this story happened, though, Tim was single, having broken up with his last girlfriend a month or so prior.

His mother, Maria, came home from work after her second shift assignment. Her husband, Louis, was away on business and their two oldest children were grown and living on their own. So Maria and Tim were home alone on this night. Tim typically would be in bed when Maria got home from work, but he didn't have class in the morning so he was still up. Maria went through her usual routine of grabbing a late-night sandwich and reading the paper and then pulled her hair back into a ponytail and changed into a t-shirt and shorts. At age 44, Maria was still quite beautiful with her shoulder-length honey-colored hair, full lips, tan , toned body and almond-colored eyes.

"Another long shift," she sighed, plopping down on the sofa. "My feet are killing me."

Up until this fateful night, Tim's relationship with his mother had been that of any typical teenager. Despite his mother's appealing looks, he had never really had any sexual thoughts about her.

"Well, here Mom, let me take care of them."

"Oh, that would be wonderful!"

Tim sat on the sofa and set his mother's feet gently on his lap, cupping his mother's bare right foot in his hand. This thumbs pressed into the bottom and his fingers massaged the tops and toes. 

"Mmmm, this is relaxing," Maria muttered.

Tim's hands kneaded his mother's sore feet, but her skin felt cold. He pulled his mother's foot close to his mouth and gently blew on it with his warm breath.

"mmmm, thanks that feels really good."

Looking back, it was a sudden decision.....and he probably was blurring some sort of line: massaging your mother's feet is probably okay, but kissing them, and sucking them, probably not. Tim put his mother's big toe into his mouth, sucking it softly, his tongue feeling its way around its softness.

"Mmmmm, Tim...." Maria said.

"feel good?"

"Oh yes,"

The lines of appropriateness began to blur more as Tim's hands began exploring more. Maria never protested. Tim began tenderly kissing his mother's feet, his hands exploring up to her calves, kneading them, massaging them as Maria scooted closer to him on the sofa.

"oooh, that really does feel good," she cooed.

Tim passed a point of no return and began kissing his mother's calves. He pulled off her shorts and slid them onto the floor, her legs where now draped off Tim's now shirtless shoulders as Tim's tongue began tasting and exploring the damp softness between his mother's legs. His tongue teased her most powerful button, sending electric shivers through her body. While Tim's tongue explored his mother's warm love cave, his long fingers traced and teased his mother's beautiful breasts until her pert nipples stood erect like soldiers ready for battle.

"Make love to me," Maria purred.

She slid Tim's running shorts off, leaving him in just his red bikini briefs, which she put her hands into...and then slowly pulled them off. Maria's hands massaged his firm, taut ass. As she viewed her son's back side, something caught her eye....

"Hmmmm, I didn't know you had a tattoo... When did you get that?"

Tim explained his trip to a tattoo parlor last summer, as she her hands ran over his body. Tim's clothes were now in a pile on the floor and he lay on the sofa on his stomach completely naked. Maria's tongue traced the sun symbol on Tim's back, kissing every inch of it. 

"Let's go upstairs," Maria said, holding her son's hand.

Both now completely nude they embraced and kissed one another passionately, their tongues exploring, tasting, probing. With her husband gone, they had the king-sized bed to themselves.

"The bed isn't the only thing in here king-sized," Maria cooed, looking down at her son's fully erect, throbbing organ. 

Tim lay on his back on the bed as Maria kneeled between his legs, bobbing downward to take his full, swollen member into her mouth. Her tongue teased the tip and traced the shaft and into the mound of blonde hair at the base. Her fingers traced the river of blonde up to wear it ended near Tim's belly button.

"Make love to me," Maria purred.

Maria lay on her back. A big mirror on their dresser allowed them to watch themselves make love to one another. Tim climbed on top, sliding his hard, erect organ deep inside his mother. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him into her tightly. Maria's back arched in delight as Tim thrust into her in one final orgasmic explosion, sticky, hot cum shooting throughout her. He collapsed into Maria's arms. They kissed, cuddled and made love all night, knowing that their relationship had forever changed.