4 comments/ 14041 views/ 6 favorites Excite By: 12shadesofred "Sh, sh, sh!" She whispers harshly through a bubble of laughter. Her nerves make her giddy, they make her fingers tremble against my back as she rushes me to finish picking the lock. I give a small smile, which she can't see and return my attention and frustration to the task before me. My fingers would much rather be working away the buttons of her loose-fitting pink blouse. Instead they clash against cold, rusty metal. My impatience grows with each passing second. Suddenly I feel her body press against mine. "Hurry baby," she purrs into my ear. Heat rises over me in a rolling wave, with my hips following, and then subsides as quickly as it had come on. If I had any hopes of reigniting that fire it came at the cost of busting this lock. "God." I breathe out. "Hurry Jess, I need you to touch me." I bite my lower lip. Fuck. By some divine miracle, or as if my will itself has manifested, the lock pops open. Hastily I slip it from its place and push open the gate. Relief floods through me, and Abby laughs as we hurry onto the field. The air is crisp and cool now that our body heat isn't dancing on top of each other. My head seems clearer and I wish for that dizzying feeling that her closeness always brings. Even though this area of the park is smaller than the rest, the field seems giant when it's deserted. My heart starts to pound against my chest. Here we are. I take a moment to calm myself, inhaling deeply and letting my eyes relax at the sight of stars, my shoulder length hair tickling my back as I look up. Abby's hand laces with mine and my heart beat quickens again. So much for calm. I dare a glance over at her. She's smiling. Her lips are gently curved upward, her face angelic, but there's the slightest hint of expectance in her eyes and I feel myself drawn in. Her eyes are so dilated that you can see the difference between her pupil and her dark brown irises. An almost full moon is reflected in them. Her lips part and a small cloud of her breath hangs between us. For the briefest moment everything is still. Everything is serene. Suddenly as if all of life has snapped back into existence, I am surrounded by warmth. Her warmth. Her tongue a sharp contrast to the ice of my lips. But my body responds. Slowly I heat up. Slowly I melt. Even though every movement feels like it's paced out by the millisecond. Her arms link around my neck and I pull her closer by the waist. Her stomach tightens against mine as she holds her breath, and releases as she fights an exhale. My tongue is deep in her mouth, sliding along hers. My hands inch up until they twist into her long dark hair and pull gently. She gasps and kisses me harder. When she pulls away to look at me I take the opportunity to undo the buttons, deliberately looking into her eyes. I kiss her neck as I remove the shirt and let it fall to the ground. Her flesh tightens from the cold and she closes the slight gap between us, making my teeth sink into her neck. She moans softly and I begin my decent down her body. "Oh, God, Jess. Please." I grunt my compliance as I lick along the low cut border of her jeans. My hands glide over her soft skin, smoothing out at the small of her back, pulling her close as I bury my face beneath her navel. Carefully her hips buck foreword, urging me further down. Carefully I undo the button and pull down the zipper. My breath hitches at the sight of the triangle of her silky black panties. I trail my tongue up from the fabric to her navel, to her cleavage, to her neck, to her lips. Her nails dig into my back as my hand slips between cloth and skin. When my finger hits the tight, wet, knot of flesh between her legs, it swells into a bud and I rub rhythmically over it. She rocks her hips on my hand and I kiss her firmly. Her body tenses as she struggles to stay standing and I work harder, forcing her to collapse against me. She buries her face into my neck, clinging to me. "Jess," she moans. The sound of her breathing and the way she moans my name, along with the way she smells, the way she feels, makes me tremble as well. I feel myself grow wet, and all I can think of is laying her on the grass and sliding my fingers inside her until she comes. All of Abby's weight is pressed against me, and I can feel her orgasm mounting. Her moans become deeper and more frequent. "Oh... Jess..." The words slam against my lips. "Jess, please." She begs and I move faster to satisfy her unspoken demand. "Oh, God... Yes." Her hips begin to move in contrast to my fingers slipping along her. She's so close and all I want is for her to fall over the edge. I can feel her knees buckle and she starts to shake, and just as I'm sure she's about to convulse against me, her hand slips into my pants. Her fingers are cold against my clit, but it doesn't take long for them to warm up to me. "Abby," I breathe into her ear. A quick jerk of her hips remind my fingers to keep working at her bud, and I slip over the engorged petals. Abby's fingers work quick and sharp, constantly bathing the tight bundle of nerves in fireworks. As our orgasms mount our moaning gets louder, threatening to shatter the cover of night. Our bodies tangle and slowly we begin to sink to the grass. We part less frequently from our kisses, focusing on the closure. Her orgasm blooms like a flower, but is so powerful it sends us tumbling to the grass. She doesn't stop moving her fingers over me, and it doesn't take long for an orgasm to overtake me like an earthquake and I shake into her arms. "I love you Jess." She kisses the side of my head, guiding my orgasm down with her hand. I pull her head down to kiss me on the mouth. "I love you too Abby." We take our time entering back into our surroundings and move as close together as we can, gazing up at the stars. Excitement It's all she can think of right now. She can't grasp the thoughts of just a moment ago. Can't even get her mind back to a calmness that would allow them to flow into her from whatever ethereal place they dance away to when they are in a playful mood. She tries to set her mind firmly on the task of getting them back, but they slide off as though she were floating on a river of ice. There is too much keeping her from that kind of peace. Her back arches again and she feels her control slipping away. "Please" is ripped from her lips. A pitiful plaint she wishes she could stuff back into her mouth. Instead, it is his smooth hardness that pushes its way over her tongue. She has barely the wherewithall to grasp at it and open to take more. He's told her when he gives it, she's to take it - and she wants it. Oh, how she wants it. Her need is coupled with the fear of not doing what he's told her she must. It makes her gag and sputter, though without her trepidation she would take his cock with gusto and delight. She gobbles at it, greedy as a cat after a long chase of its prey. It pounds its way between her lips and thumps the back of her throat again and again. She gasps and struggles to be ready for the next ramming, but it comes too fast and she can do little more than open for him and let it thump her. Just when she fears she can take no more, it stops and she collapses her neck, panting, face into the comforter. Weary, yet wanting. Where he'd had a handful of her hair, he now strokes her scalp. He is saying something, but she can't hear. She is panting too loud. The only thing louder is her heartbeat and his voice is soothing as a breeze over scorched earth. "I know you didn't hear me. Have you stopped listening?" She casts wildly about for a clue to what he might have said, but there is none. She feels tears welling up, a response to impending punishment. Instead, his fingers are firm but gentle and his lips touch her head. She has learned that his tone and touch are poor cues to his next actions, however, and she feels her heart race to leave her behind. She fleetingly thinks of begging it to stay, but it will do whatever he wants it to and she can do little more than watch as it jumps to his bidding. The pounding crescendos in her ears. She hears it and sees in his eyes that he feels its escape is near. He holds it beating in his hand and he stretches it out to show her the palpating mass torn from her chest. Instead, his fingers stroke her behind the ear. "Can you hear me yet?" His voice is tender as new spring buds. "Poor baby. You've worked so hard. You deserve this. You know that don't you?" She can't swallow, but she finds she can nod her head. It bobs loose on a stalk too long for the weight at the top. She doesn't know if he means that she earned a punishment or reward. What she is going through could be either. He coos at her. "You did deserve it. I need you to listen though." She nods again. Tries to show her alertness but finds herself bound in a fog of tremors. The cloth bindings are nothing to the stupor he's induced in her limbs. The turpor of her movements come from the uncertainty of him. The mystery of his needs and the unknown demands he will make of her next. "Listen carefully because I want you to do well. I need to take you. I need to pound your wet little cunt and feel it come on my aching hard pole. Do you understand?" She manages a nod. Tears sting at her eyes, but moisture runs down her thighs. He's going to torment her even more than he already has. She is at the end of her ability to keep control of any part of herself. Her legs start shaking violently. A combination of fatigue and fear and need take her over. He waits patiently for it to pass. "You've done very well. I've made it easy for you. I've pulled away and kept you from orgasming to this point. I've kept you from displeasing me. If left to yourself, you would have cum no matter what I say. You would have been as bad as you have been good while I am here to help. Now you're going to have to do some of this yourself." Outrage leaps in her. She's been holding her thoughts at bay for what feels like hours already. Every moment has been a struggle to push her thoughts onto some banal subject rather than let it drift into the torrent of thrill he's been dunking her into. She's been doing anything to keep the visceral sensations from the front of her mind. Keep any hint of carnal enjoyment from creeping into her soul and to somehow keep her head above the currents dragging at her entire being. Those that will drown her in ecstasy. She's been hours pulling her own hair in an iron fist of denial. Now he claims to have made it easy! If she could swallow, she would protest. She would snatch her heart back from his hand and show him her suffering in no uncertain terms. She squirms in her bindings, but his hands smooth down her shoulders, reach around and pinch her nipples. One then the other. Her body leaps off the bed. The pain is unimaginably sharp and the throb in her clit overwhelming. His voice sounds so reasonable when he speaks. "I know you've been working hard. I do appreciate that. You've got a long way to go, though, to please me. You'll have to work even harder to do what I need." His hands are soothing on her shoulders and neck, they dance over her aching muscles. She sighs in spite of herself. A long deep sigh that shakes her chest and empties her will. "You are not to cum until I say so. That orgasm is mine and I want it. When I tell you to, though, I want it all. I want your pussy grabbing, squeezing, sucking and yanking my hard cock dry. If you cum before I tell you, I will shove my rock hard pole through your ass, pull out and shoot everything I have all over it, whip it raw, then leave you needy and unfulfilled." He pauses to emphasize his point. "I want to make sure you understand this because I will not give you a second chance and I want to fuck your dripping pussy. I will be angry leaving here without that." He pauses a long breath. "And there will be a punishment severe enough that it will never happen again." Another breath. More of a heated panting, followed by his quiet murmur. "Do you understand?" She tries to talk, but feels herself dry up all the way through her throat. She tries to nod, but her muscles won't obey. He bends and kisses her lips. Nibbles them. He softly and sweetly pulls them one at a time into his mouth and chews them. Her moans come. They bubble up inside her and slip out into the night. She tries to hold them back, still arrogant at his claim that she hasn't been suffering. That he's done most of the work. That she could have done more to keep herself from exploding into unreason. Or possibly a million pieces. It rankles her that he brushes her aside so easily. That he thinks so little of her suffering. It frightens her too that he has more in store for her. Her legs and arms shake again. A shivering that shoves moans out the lips he holds between his. His kisses lead her body on. Take her physical self away from her thoughts and beliefs. He owns her and parades his mastery for her now. His lips hold inches from hers and her neck rises from the bed as though drawn by a magnet more powerful than her ability to resist gravity. His fingers draw lightly across her back and she melts. The bedcover sucks her in and she bizarrely thinks she will slip right through the restraints he has placed on her. The ties that hold her ankles together, her knees tight and her arms spread wide. His fingers will melt her and she will be free to resist him if she wants. She won't though. She wants him. She needs him to take her. She's needed it her entire life and never knew. When his hard cock pushes in her next, threatening to rip her apart, she'll writhe again. Not because she doesn't want it. Because she can do nothing else. Because he likes it when she struggles. When she squirms and wriggles. He likes it when she can take no more. When she begs him to stop while at the same time, he well knows that she couldn't bear it if he does. She will melt and remain bound. His fingers move down her back, relaxing her muscles, turning her body into a liquid pool. The comforter has become so thoroughly soaked with her juices that the room is humid. She lets a sigh slide from her throat and he punctuates it by grabbing a handful of hair, lifting her head and cramming his pole in to the back of her mouth. He groans, releasing an answering flood of gushing fluids from her groin and suddenly he's fucking her mouth. Slamming in and out in a blatant reminder of the promised climax of her torment. She feels herself build toward orgasm and finds she can't stop it. She writhes and bucks, trying to tell him what's happening to her. How he has to stop so she won't come, but unintelligible sounds mumble out. She needs him to fuck her, to take care of her. She's desperate and struggling wildly. She's panicked and making noises around his relentless tool, but it feels too late. Her struggles make him harder and bigger and he is pounding her mouth more ferociously than ever and she is slipping quickly over the slender edge of orgasm. She loses control just as he stops. She can't tell if she comes or not because it all goes numb below her breasts. His palms stroke her face and he is saying something she cannot focus on. It's something important but she can't catch hold of her breath. Or a thought. Or feeling. He reaches back. Out of her range of her vision. Her face is buried in the comforter and she is unable to lift her head even an inch. Until the sharp pain hits her buttock. And another. And another. Her head raises all on its own now. On the next blow, the shock has worn off and she cries out. She forces herself to lie still, but the shaking commands a raging battle within her. Tears spring to her eyes and she whispers "Please". He takes her face in his hands, kisses her forehead, her nose, her brow, finally her lips. "You nearly disobeyed me." His voice is soft but firm. "You are not to come until I say so and when I tell you to, you had better break loose. Do you understand?" She nods eagerly. She wants him to know she heard him and will do as he says. She doesn't want more of the spanking. She wants him. At the same time she wants to please him. She wants to be who he needs. She wants to be strong and do whatever he wants her to. He kisses her face and it burns where his lips touch. She wants to reach up and feel where the heat is, but her hands are tied. Stretched out and held to the head and foot of the bed. Her shoulders ache from the strain of her struggles and as they slump, he massages them. "Don't give in yet. His voice coaxes strength from her quivering muscles. I want you tough and needing more. I want to ram my hard cock in you until you can't take it, until you beg me to stop and you're thrilled when I don't. I'm going to fuck you so hard and deep and fast and long that you'll think you've torn open and when I let you come on me, your cunt will feel like hundreds of muscles all along my hard pole. That's what I like. That's what I want from you." His words are so menacing but the tone so sweet, she gasps and feels a torrent of wet gush from her. It pours out over her thighs and pools under her abdomen. Her ass is pushed high in the air by the pillows underneath her hips and her aching pussy exposed to the thinnest breath of cool breeze. She feels a slicing hint of chill as the fluids slip out her pouting lips, pool along her thighs tied tightly together and leak down onto the saturated bedclothes. "Oh," she groans. "Oh. Please. Please take me." And she means it. Gives herself then. All of her. Everything she ever was or could be. Where his hands hold her pulsing heart, where he'd ripped it from her open chest, she offers the rest of her poor and aching self. Body and soul placed there next to her heart. His fingers tease their way down her spine as he slips his hard length into her mouth. It has grown. Impossibly. Since it last ravaged her throat. Now it slides in slowly. Half way, then out. Half in, then out. A hypnotic rhythm. Made more entrancing by his hands pressing, pulling. Pressing, pulling. Thumbs digging into bared muscle. Pressing, pulling. Digging. The shivers drain from her limbs. A glowing kind of fatigue settles in its stead. She can feel the lightness of her body and his palms moving in delicious circles. Her mind tries to drift off to twilight, but there is an edge to her bliss that tethers her to a kind of hyperawareness. A keen flame waiting a spark or coal seeking a puff of air. She is twinned. The one side of her that is but his merest whim from a piercing orgasm. His cock slipping in and out of her mouth, slow and easy. A budding tempo that can take her over and send her crashing out from the edge at any moment. Or the delicate flower being pressed. Massaged carefully to sleep within a tome of comfort. Only to later wake ravenous and desperate. She could be either of these right now and knows both. More, though, she knows that she is both observer and haver. She is his, body and soul, but his control of her body is so complete it has split her. He will take her soul or not, she neither knows nor cares, but he holds her corpse. He carries it within the palm of his hand. His fingers have leisured down her back, his cock still slipping in and out of her mouth in a trance like rhythm, easy and slow. It speeds up just a bit as his digits near the base of her vertebrae and he leans forward slightly. Her breath comes out in sigh after sigh, pressed out of her by his magic hands. She thinks it could almost be the wind she hears. Not howling, but easing around corners and smoothing down alleys. A light blowing that makes life fresh and green. Her sighs are subtle and light. More than breath. Just as her arousal has become more than life. She could doze if she didn't have this monster coiled within her. The bindings are no longer tight and keeping her. They'd slipped into familiarity. Her friends, now, they just hold her for him and she is grateful. His fingers reach and dig into her ass. They feel so good. Something she's been needing for a long time. They squeeze and separate the cheeks. Mold her globes. She falls another level deeper. When his fingers stretch out and begin toying with her swollen sex, she moans without thinking and pooches her bottom up for more. It feels so perfectly natural. The pads pinching the labia, sliding along the silken folds. His digits skip and play in the wetness and she feels the pressure building within her chest. His hardness is throbbing in her mouth and it's suddenly pistoning in and out. Banging on the roof and nudging into her throat. The sensations tear at her as his fingers open her wide, releasing a flood. They prod at her, stretch, poke and threaten to pierce her being. Her arms tremor and a shiver begins from deep inside. The need welling up inside bubbles and is bursting into flower when the sharp sting of his belt hits her ass. She feels it go beet red and has only time to wonder how it can be so sensitive when it feels another slashing. She's being cut open by the leather, her moans turn to screams. Her bindings are viciously tight. No longer friendly nor welcome. She writhes and bucks, but they get tighter and meaner. His cock is no longer between her lips, though she doesn't remember it leaving. His nose touches hers and his voice is soft. "Why will you insist on disobeying me? I don't feel that I should have to help you this much. Do you? Do you think it's fair that you are here to please me, but I have to work so hard to help you to be good?" His words are low, the tone is kind, but he stings her as fully as the belt. She knows the taste will linger just as long. The burning on her ass will remain when dawn breaks and her release comes, but the cut from his words will last even longer. She wants to please him, he just makes it so hard. She realizes she can't do it without his help and tries to open her mouth to tell him. His hands are stroking the sides of her face as she fish breathes, and of all the things in her mind to say, she mouths only "Please." "I want you to do well. I need it." His tone still sweet and pleasantly conversational, though hushed and deliberate. "I need to fuck you hard. I'm aching to slam my hard cock into that tight, wet little pussy and pound it until you can't take anymore." She moans in answer. An agony yanked from her depths. "Oh yes, I need it. I won't stop when you beg me, though. Oh, no. I'm going to keep ramming that pole into you. Banging on the end of your cunt. I'm going to keep fucking you after you scream for me to stop. Your begging will only make me harder and needier. You already know this." She manages a nod. She knows this very well. A thrill shoots through her at the thought. She loves the way he gets so excited by her torment that he loses control. The sensations do get too much for her, but she loves that he takes her beyond this. She needs help to get past her boundaries, just as he's told her. Over and over. She knows the truth of his words. Knows how much he gives even as he demands everything from her in return. She needs his help. He's released her face. Scared, afraid more that she has displeased him than of his punishment, she babbles. "Please. I'm trying. I'll do better. Please let me. I'll do better." "I sincerely hope you do." He says sternly from somewhere behind her. Her ass feels his hand. She finds it nothing to the sting of the belt, but it gives a warmth that suffuses her skin. She thinks how bright and shiny red it must be by now, just before his cock stretches her beyond reason. It drives into her. She wonders how it grew so large, or her aching pussy so tiny. He's tearing her apart as he pummels her. She can't move or scream. She just jerks her body with each blow as sounds are forced from her. "Ah. Ah. Oooooh. Oh. Ahhhhnnn. Ungghhhh." She can't think. She can't even begin to try to stop the orgasm that sits on her spine, settling slowly toward her groin. She knows when it touches, she will dissolve. The pounding ceases, but his tongue teases her opening, presses it to give up its nectar. And it does. She feels her juices streaming from her. He laps at her and the imminent climax drifts down. Ever closer. He releases her and she relaxes. Relief pours from her every nerve. She nearly came again. She wants to please him so badly, but he makes her body jerk and dance at his every delight. He does what he wants with her. As she sags in her bindings, his spear drives through her heart. She thrashes, but his hands have her hips. They grab and pull her. They let her know they have her and can treat her like a rag doll. His pole assaults her. Thrusts so hard into her, breath becomes a gift he will allow or keep from her by his will. And always the orgasm hangs there. Ominous. Threatening. He stops, letting her know she will not be allowed to burst, but before she can gasp or regain composure, his beast is at her lips demanding entrance. She opens wide, choking and nattering as it shoves in before her invitation. It tastes of a light and delicate musk. Familiar and pleasant. He pushes it in slowly until his balls meet her chin. His groans shoot pleasure through her body, down her thighs. He holds her head by the hair, pulls out and pushes back in. His groans come deep and full and her grin around the hard tube is one of gloating satisfaction. He bends and kisses her and the same delicious taste pervades her nostrils. His lips are impregnated by her scent. The wetness slides over her lips and she suckles it greedily. The taste is so subtle, yet overpowering and she feels the relentless pressure of that orgasm. His orgasm, she reminds herself. It's his to tell her when and how. That only serves to bring its demands nearer. Excitement She hangs limp in her silent battle, when he grabs her hips again and stabs completely through her. She screams, she wiggles. If she could move more freely, she would twist and turn and buck. And she would thrust up to meet his desire. Impale herself on the ravenous staff. Her need is taking her. Thrusting through her as harshly and encompassing as his member plumbing her depths. His orgasm rips at her. Prises her apart. She was split before, but now she is completely separated. She watches her body being bludgeoned as though from afar. The orgasm. HIS orgasm, moving over her corpse like a shadow. She wants to yell a warning to the bound and captured woman writhing in torment and absolute pleasure, but she is mesmerized by the beauty of the picture before her. She wants to see the nearing, swooping shade take the poor woman. Yearns to see the punishment she would endure at his firm hands. She feels the woman's agony. And her utter bliss. She watches as he abruptly yanks the club he's been pounding her with away and moves to delicately tap her stiff and aching nub with his protruding tongue. He nibbles at her with his lips and she marvels at the woman on the bed. At her struggle to keep the winged serpent - the pouncing orgasm - at bay. She watches the writhing form as she feels tingles spreading and knows it is too late for the woman. She sees and feels her clit explode as his hands squeeze her ass and holds her in place. His tongue taps and touches her, sending shock waves of agony and ecstasy rippling outward from her center. Before his orgasm can overpower her, though, he is back, pistoning his impossibly oversized member into her small hole. She feels it stretch wide to take him, her fluids oozing out around his pole. She milks it, amazed that she somehow kept from coming. Pushing her hips and grasping at the smooth, hard flesh. The sensation of moving with him inside sets off earthquakes within her. The tremors grow and she squirms and she knows there is no holding back now, punishment or not, but he jerks out of her and slaps his palm down on her bare flesh. His hand's release of her signals not relief, but the invasion of her mouth and all the spasms that had nearly peaked as he fucked her come crashing around her ears. Her scent, the headiness of it, permeating his rod drives her to new heights of arousal. She cannot have imagined being so completely turned on before him, but now she craves it. More than passion and more than addiction, her need to be claimed and taken has become part of her. It beats with her ever thought. That he can tie her and torment her like this is a monument to her addiction. He somehow saw into her soul the day they met and knew where he would lead her. She would never have believed the night would fall around her as she lay tied to his bed, tormented and begging for release after hours of her tribulation. Even though he had told her. Up front and matter-of-factly that he would have her like this, that she would beg and that she would want it to never end. She remembers suddenly, scoffing at him. A thrill shooting through her at the thought, yes, but any man ever doing this to her? Never a chance! Oh the patience he showed getting her here! Even now, when she needs it so badly, he keeps her tied. Not just to the bed, but tethered to the very edge of her ability. To reality. His cock, drenched with her scent fills her mouth, her nose, her being. It sends shivers deep inside her. The shivers meet and grow and she knows again that she will come. When he pulls away, dropping her head, she pleads in desperation. "Please." Her voice is cracked, her need bleeding from her lips. "Please let me come. Please. Take me. Do anything you want, just please." Her voice fades. He pauses. Takes her face once more into his hands and kisses her deep and long and gentle. She can taste herself on his lips and her hips quake with the sharp edge of her climax. He probes her mouth with his tongue and she can't believe she's about to break loose. He pulls back and takes her eyes in his. The indigo pulls her down into a surreal world. "You've been so good." He tells her quietly. She moans and nearly comes. "So very good." He takes her deeper into his eyes. "I want you to come now. When I shove my hard cock in you, I want you to come. I want to feel you come as soon as I ram my cock in your tight, dripping little pussy. I want to feel it now and I want you to keep coming until I let you stop." She hasn't breath to talk nor strength to nod. She manages a weak "Please" as he moves behind her and takes hold of her hips. When he forces his pole in her this time, she shakes as she never has before. Her body takes her over and splatters shrieks from her mouth. Spittle flies with her babbles, but she knows only the absolute sensation of her body in the throes of forces beyond her simple flesh. He skewers her. Stabs so deep within that she has no self held back from him. He takes it all. When the first tide of orgasm washes ashore and leaves her gasping, another crests right behind. He keeps ramming to the heart of her. She can't catch her bearings. It's pain or pleasure and she can't tell the difference, but she thinks she can take no more. Opens her mouth to beg him to stop. She wants nothing more than for this to go on and on, though and shrieks are driven out of her when her mouth opens rather than the pleadings she thought would come out. The tempo increases and she feels his cock grow and harden. It's throbbing with a beat separate from the pounding and it makes her come even harder. Spasms that shake her organs loose within her. The first jet of scalding jism hits her insides and she screams wildly. He pumps into her, calling out loudly as it sears her womb. His release sends a deep satisfaction coursing through her. A warm glow of delight to match the weariness of her bliss. His yell shakes her with its finality and she revels in the joy of having pleased him. She can sleep now. Drift away into a blanket of stars, but his cock is still half hard and pushing into her mouth and she'll not get relief until it can take no more. She smiles. A knowing, nearly evil smile. Hoping its needs will keep her up all night, she licks at it. Cat licks alternated with long sucks along its growing length. His groans pump life and strength through her blood and a new warmth begins to spread from her middle as he unfastens her wrists. He was right to tie her up, after all. Excitement in the Cinema This story was written with help from my friend Tim. Thank you! * It was my fourth date with Tim. We'd had a lot of fun the past few times, dinners, dancing etc. Tonight, the plan was dinner and a movie, and maybe a little extra something back at my place. Dinner had gone great. Great food, great wine, and great conversation. Seen as Tim picked the restaurant, I got to pick the movie. I chose the newest comedy, but after about 10 minutes, realised it was a mistake. The "laugh-a-minute" reviews couldn't have been more wrong. My attention started to wander... I looked around the screen. It was a late showing, so the only other people I could see were a young couple in the front row, miles away from Tim and I. I turned to look at Tim. Even in the darkness, his eyes seemed to shine. I rested my head on his sturdy shoulder. Running my gaze down his muscular chest, down to his jeans. I started thinking about what might be hiding in there. We hadn't done anything sexually together yet, just a bit of kissing at the end of each date. Just thinking about the kisses... I reached my head up and planted one on him. We felt like teenagers, smooching on the back row. I rested my hand on Tim's knee. He was too busy pushing his tongue into my mouth to even register the touch. I started slowly sliding my hand up his leg. It wasn't till I was half-way up his thigh that I knew he'd noticed me. I felt his breath catch, midway through our kiss. I slowed slightly, but never ceased my slow ascent towards his crotch. Getting closer and closer, I noticed some slight movement in the zipper region. And as my hand reached his crotch, I felt his semi-erect dick pushing back at his jeans. I still don't know why it was so exciting. The childish fumble in the dark? The fact we could get caught? Or just that it was my first time touching him? Either way, as I slowly ran my hand slowly up and down Tim's bulging member, I could feel both of our excitements building. It was growing in my hands to point where I thought his jeans would burst open from his hard cock pushing against his fly. My nipples started to get hard as I guided his right hand to my firm breasts. Even with my bra on I knew he was getting excited from feeling my erect nipples poking through the thin material. I couldn't wait any longer. I slowly unzipped his jeans and started to run my finger up and down his shaft. He started to breathe harder from the teasing. The feel of his thick penis getting me wet. He started to undo a couple of buttons on my blouse and placed his hand on my chest, rubbing and caressing over the top of my breasts. The fear of being caught at any time made it feel so intense and naughty. I loved it. I stopped kissing him for a moment as I checked that the coast was clear. Reached in and pulled out his rock hard cock. It was perfect. Long, thick and hard in my hand. He let out a quiet moan from feeling me slowly start to rub his shaft up and down. I pushed him back and as I leant over and spat on his cock, then I started to pump his cock up and down. I tightened my grip slightly, which started to drive him wild. All I could think about was feeling this thing deep inside me. It all felt so naughty. The thought that someone could have been watching us, watching my hand on his dick, made me so wet that I could feel it soaking through my underwear. I reached down under my skirt and slowly rubbed my swollen clit through my panties. Swirling it round and round, my breathing started to really pick up. Soon after, Tim noticed what I was doing and couldn't help but watch. I started to pump his cock faster and harder making him fall back in his chair, eyes rolling back in his head. I knew he was nearly on the edge of releasing his load, spraying all over my hand, so I slowed right down, driving him insane. He took a look around and whispered to me "Sit back Katie. I want to try something. Trust me". "Ok" I say "just be careful no one sees what you are doing" So I sat back in my chair. Not knowing what was about to happen. I watched Tim move down in front of me, between my legs. He started to kiss up my thigh while slowly moving my legs apart. He kissed my skin so softly with his warm lips, tickling the sensitive skin with his gentle kisses. Before I knew it, he started to move his tongue over my wet pussy through my pants. I was paralysed from an overwhelming feeling of pure pleasure. I held his head and pulled it in, closer to my clit, feeling his tongue try to burst through my underwear. I couldn't help but start to moan slightly, a little louder with every stroke of his tongue. My moans were drowned out by the film (or so I thought) as he started to pull my underwear to one side and thrusted his tongue into my soaking wet tight pussy. It felt so good. His warm tongue pushing in and out of my pussy. I pushed my pussy into his face as I could feel myself about to cum. As I felt myself fall victim to wave after wave of pleasure, a spotlight was shone on my face. Tim removed his face from between my legs, stood up, and came face to face with the cinema attendant. Tim grabbed my hand, and we ran from the cinema, flagging down a taxi just outside."Your place or mine?" he asked with a wink. The five minute cab-ride back to mine was torture. The thought of being watched by the cinema attendant... I was still so horny, and I could still see Tim's throbbing member through his jeans. As I fumbled with my key in the lock, I felt Tim pushing up against me. His hard cock pushed up against my ass, as he began kissing my neck. I turned around backing into the door to open it, as Tim leant in to kiss me, pushing me inside my house. We never broke our kiss as I led him to my bedroom. I started to unbutton his shirt, running my fingers up and down his shirt, his toned chest... Once his shirt lay on my bedroom floor, I reached down to undo his jeans, lowering them. I stepped away from him slightly, breaking our kiss for the first time since we got through the door. I pushed his shoulders back slightly, sitting him on the edge of my bed. As I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, he lay back, as I completely removed his jeans and boxer shorts. Coming up that close to his dick. Mmmm. He was still pretty hard, and his perfect dick was begging to have my lips wrapped around it. Holding on to his member, sliding my hands up and down slowly. Then I gently kissed the head of his dick. Working my way down his shaft, all the way to his balls. I licked my way back up to the top, running my tongue around the head, licking the pre-cum from the tip. Sucking his dick into my mouth, pushing it in, deeper and deeper, until the whole thing was forced into my mouth and throat. His dick was now fully hard. I could feel it throbbing in my mouth. Hearing the slight moans escape from his lips. Tim sat up, put his hands around my arms, and pulled me to my feet. Stepping back from him, I slowly unfastened my shirt. Sliding my sleeves off, and dropping it on the floor next to his. I turned around, unzipped my skirt, and slowly slid it down over my ass. Standing in front of him, in my red lacy underwear... He pulled me forward, kissing my stomach lightly, while running his hands down my back, gently cupping my ass. His hands wandered upwards, as his fingers worked to undo my bra. Sliding it off, releasing my firm breasts, inches in front of his face. He pulled me in close, spinning me round and lay me on my bed. Tim was completely naked at this point, with me just in my panties. He moved on top of me, between my legs while kissing me so deep and passionately. It felt like our tongues were dancing together the way they were connecting. I could feel his hard-on between my legs, pushing against my pussy through my panties. I could feel it pulsing on my clit, making me so wet, hoping it would burst through my panties into my wet tight pussy. "Take me, Tim" I whispered into his ear, "I want to feel you inside me." Then I slid my panties to one side, feeling his cock rubbing against my bare clit. I reached down and grabbed his cock and rubbed it a couple of times before lining it up with the entrance of my pussy. We were both breathing really fast by now. Tim slowly eased the head of his penis in and holds it there, teasing me, allowing my body to accustom to his thick hard cock. I reached down to grab his ass, and I pulled him all the way inside of me. It felt sooo amazing. I could feel every inch of him deep inside my pussy. He started rocking back and forth, sliding it in and out, making me moan out loud. "Do it, Tim. Fuck my tight pussy!" I screamed. So he started pushing it in harder and faster. My tight pussy stretched around his thick cock. I wrapped my legs around Tim, pulling him in to me tight. Forcing him deeper in to me. He reached down, squeezing my breast with one hand, and he reached down to rub my clit with the other, all the while driving his hard cock into me. I arched my back, and closed my eyes as I could feel myself giving in to my second orgasm of the night. He pulled out his dick, and replaced it with two of his fingers. Finger fucking me as he watched the pleasure roll through me, leaning over to kiss me, his tongue assaulting my own, as I moaned my way through the kiss. As my pussy stopped spasming around his fingers, Tim broke our kiss, and lay at the side of me. His cock was still stood up tall. I knelt up on the bed, slid my panties off fully, and moved to straddle Tim's cock. I flattened it down against him, and grinded my pussy against it. Spreading my juices over him, before rising up, and forcing his dick back inside of me. I slowly raised myself up again, rocking my hips forward and backwards slightly, my pussy gripping on to his dick. I started bouncing up and down on Tim's dick. Sliding up slowly and gently, and slamming myself down. My breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. Tim grabbed my ass, squeezing it, caressing it, pulling me back down on to his dick. Tim started moaning louder, his breathing became deeper. I needed to feel him shoot his hot load into my wanting pussy. I bounced harder, impaling myself on him. I reached down to rub my erect clit as I could feel yet another orgasm coming. I wanted us to both come together this time. With one long moan from Tim, I felt his dick tense up inside me, pushing me over the edge making my pussy tighten from my orgasm. I push down as hard as I can on his dick as he started to spray his load deep inside me! I could feel every shot of cum shoot up inside my tight pussy. I then collapsed on top of Tim kissed him softly, and we both lay there, before drifting off to sleep.... Excitement Never Ceases My wife, Houston Hot Wife, wrote about our first encounter with my best friend, Bill, on July 3, 2002, titled 'What Are Best Friends For?" She's been encouraging me to write stories from my perspective that will give many a really good hard on and maybe even more gratification! I know while writing this first of what I hope will be many reports of our real life encounters my cock is at least getting heavy! Bill, Betty, and I have, since our first encounter in 1976, have become more of a poly amorous family than just friends who have sex together. No members of his "real" family or our "real family" have any clue about our special relationship. Well, that is not entirely true. Betty's two sisters knew at one time and have even been out with us during a sexual escapade or two. One of the sisters even got to watch them in action a couple of times. But they don't know how things have continued even though they know we're still close friends. They probably do still know but it is just not discussed. As Bill lives near by he'll frequently drop by for a drink on the way home. He's so welcome he just comes in the back door, which is never locked, fixes him a drink, and then comes looking for us. Once in a while he'll call out, "Hello, hello!" to let us know he's in the house, but more times than not he just makes himself at home. Usually at that time of day Betty is upstairs in her studio and I'm on the other side of the house in my office. This one day, a couple of weeks ago, Bill dropped by, fixed himself a drink, and went looking for us upstairs. He went to Betty's studio first, but she was out shopping. So he came in my office and sat down to relax while I finished my phone call. I motioned to him to please get me a drink which he did. When he got back I had just finished my telephone call with a client so we relaxed and talked about whatever it is two friends talk about having cocktails at the end of a long day. We heard the entry bell ring and correctly assumed Becky has come home. We both went down stairs to greet her and fixed her a glass of wine. About that time I got a call on my cell phone which required me to go back upstairs to the office. My son was calling about some issue he and I had been working on together and all my notes were upstairs. I told Bill and Betty I would be back as soon as I could, but Bill said don't rush as he had to go anyway. I headed upstairs and a few minutes later hear the entry bell ring again and without really thinking assumed that Bill had left. I finished the call with my son, finished off my drink, and worked at a project I had going on for about half an hour. Done with my work for the night, I went downstairs, swung by the bar and fixed another drink, and headed toward our master suite where Betty is usually either knitting or reading a book by that time. As I entered the room through the already opened door, there was Bill and Betty, stark naked, he standing at the side of the bed, her legs thrown over his shoulders and having her pussy slammed pretty good by Bill's hard cock. I paused for a moment enjoying both the visual image of my best friend fucking my wife and that wonderful an inimitable sound of balls slapping against a naked ass. "I thought you had to go!" I said. "You thought wrong," he retorted, "but I am about to come!" Pun intended. But cum he didn't! He must have continued fucking her for 15 to 20 minutes, during which time I had undressed and was sitting in my recliner slowly stroking my cock. They changed positions several times, but for some reason he just could not get off. After a while they took a short break and laid there in each other's arms. Betty had cum so many times she could not remember and was getting kind of sore. I got in bed with them and started gently kissing Betty, lips first, and worked my way down to her pussy. I gently licked and kissed her thoroughly worn out love hole. I could smell and taste his former presence inside her, but only precum and his natural smell, with which I was so familiar. All the while I was stroking Bill's cock and balls. After a short respite, he rolled over to mount Betty , missionary, to once again continue his journey to climax. I touched them both in all the right places and lavished their bodies with my mouth. Positions changed again and again, finally getting into my favorite...Betty and me in a 69 with Bill entering her doggy style. How much more intimate can it get to see your wife's pussy being filled while licking her clit and his cock and balls? After a few more minutes of this Betty said, "You (addressing me) suck him for a while. I'm going to the bathroom and get some toys." He rolled to his back and I went to work on his cock with determined effort. Usually Betty, and I, prefer he cum in her and I get fresh hot cream pie. But this time I knew she was so sore she would not mind if I sucked him all the way. He certainly did not mind, either. Betty doesn't swallow. I do! Although no lack of trying by either of us, he could not cum. After a while Betty came back and he said we might as well give up for tonight. Betty and I did not go for that. We were determined. He had often urged both of us to masturbate while he watched, so we got on either side of him and told him to start pounding his own cock. Betty was kissing him and nibbling on his neck and pecks while I was orally making love to his balls and fingering his ass. In over thirty years of sharing our love with each other I had never seen him masturbate. Sure, I'd seem him stoke it a couple of time, but never with the intention of cumming. This went on for quite a while and Bill kept saying, "its not working, its not working." We simply ignored his protests and remained determined to bring him off, one way or the other. Finally, after one of the longest lovemaking sessions we've ever enjoyed with Bill, I could tell by the increased tension in his groin area he was about to blow. While I did not try to stop him from doing it all himself, I eased my mouth down on the head of his cock, hoping to savor every last drop of his cum. That was the final trigger! He took his hand off his cock and pushed the back of my head so that I took his cock deeper into my hot mouth. He fucked my face for less than a minute before shot his load into my eagerly awaiting mouth. I've always have no hesitation to swallow his cum and did not do so now, but without much thought, I held some in my mouth and as I came up off his cock I told Betty to kiss me. I pushed my tongue deeply into her delicious mouth, giving her some of Bill's still warm seed. I thought she was going to object as she never has liked the taste of cum, but instead, after she realized what I was doing, she damn near sucked my tongue out by the roots! As the excitement of the moment waned, Betty snuggled up to Bill and held him close, and I went back down on his cock to make sure I did not miss a single drop of his delicious fluid. We all fell asleep that way, his cock still in my mouth. Excitement of Mature Passion I've always been attracted to older men. I find their maturity and wisdom extremely sexy, in addition to the fact that they do pay more attention to the female's needs when it comes to sex. I've had many mature suitors in my short life, and I have absolutely no regrets about any thus far, but there are a few that sparks undeniable ecstasy when I reminisce about our rendezvous. One such scenario was with the CEO of a prominent newspaper publication. He headed many out reach programmes, charities, projects, and even employment interviews. He wasn't arrogant with his achievements but he did like to highlight them so that others knew that at 50 years old, he was at the top of his game, compared to where he was coming from- a dedicated country boy that pushed past the boundaries that he could have a very influential and rewarding life. And so in his quest to the top and associations with the elite, he took interest in fine art, and wines, plays and appropriate social events. It was astonishment, how and why he would take an interest in me, when I came to his sales office to book an advertising spot. I'm a laid back and rather shy individual that didn't really care what the masses thought. I, at barely 24, was however a rather sensual young lady, that possessed a sexy figure, with a voluptuous ass, which he later admitted, sparked his initial interest; and secondly, that I looked like I could keep my mouth shut. Understandably, he was a public figure- with the career, the titles, the house, the prestigious wife, adult children; and so he would not want to risk that on a flicker lust. This interest in me helped me by seeking exclusive funding in tertiary education, and securing a prominent job as the assistant to one of his fellow publishers. I was eternally grateful, for a humble store clerk. So, when he invited me out to drinks, I would not turn it down. To be honest he was rather sexy, toned, and had and amazing smile and many females in and around his organization knew this as well, and it was rumor that he had a few affairs with them, but nothing of evidence surfaced of these affairs. So this sexy 50 year old took me to the most breathtaking spots my humble means would not have afforded me to see. I had exquisite cocktails, and soon after decadent lunches, soon after leading to succulent four-course meals, while he gazed lustfully, made implicit remarks, and gently touches. Could this get any better for me? Yes....and it did One night after and early dinner, at a new Thai restaurant in the bustling and upscale business town, he opened up to me about his lack luster sex life at home, and I eventually opened up to him about my rather exciting sex life, and soon we were negotiating when he could get a "demonstration" of what I meant by "exciting". My senses were ablaze after downing a few Siamese Sours, and I asked if now would be good. He smiled and before long we made a turn to a secluded district with a few discreet hotels. These were known to be used by prominent business men for secret trysts, without the contempt heaped on motels. He went in a booked a room for the next few hours, while I stayed back in the Range Rover. When he came back with the key he escorted me up the stairs overlook a massive pool and hot tub area, and the view of the rest of the city was magnificent. He silently came up behind me as I gazed out and enveloped my waist nuzzling my hair, then down to my neck and back up to my hair. Every nerve in my body became alive, while gently telling me that he's been dreaming of this day from the day he laid eyes on me his hands travelled up from my waist to my breasts ... and he squeezed long and hard, so much that I had to gasp, and turn around to face him. There was so much longing and desire between us, and this was evoked in our kiss. It was so intense, and heated with animalistic sounds and breathing and rubbing and groping and...more squeezing. He lifted me up to take me to the bed and squeezed my butt with such force, that it made me pull closer to him and feel his raging erection. Once on the bed we were a tangle of kissing and tugging- he kissed me as he tugged my skirt of, and I kissed him as I tugged his shirt of, but it was a matter of moments before we were completely naked. The heat of his mouth on my breast was blissfully excruciating. And soon his cool finger were on my belly, and then my mound, and then between the folds of my pussy. Just that slow sensual touch brought me to the brink of my first orgasm. I need more. And he gave it. Following the trail of his hand he left kisses on my belly and my mound and then he was spreading my folds with his tongue. The heat of his mouth made me want to cry. He was deliberately slow and I savored every nip, lick, suction that he employed to my spot. Soon he added his finger to my hole and brought me to that orgasm that I would never recover from. I loved every moment of his gentle touch and the pleasure I got from this. It was time for me to show him what I meant by "exciting". I pulled out from his vice grip on my thighs and went to kiss him. Tasting myself and the remains of the brandy from the Narai Special he had earlier back at the restaurant. To his surprise I slowly broke away from our kiss, to nuzzle his taut chest, and his tiny hard nipples, with slow licks and sucking as I daringly stared into his eyes. He then threaded his hands into my hair to hold me close to his nipples, but I had other plans. The sight of his huge and thick dick jutted out from his mid section. It was a magnificent work of art, and you could see the power it evoked and the gentle call it was sending me. I touched the base and slowly glided my hand along the head to the shaft. It was beautiful. It reminded me of dark chocolate. I liked chocolate. I wondered if I'd like the taste of his dick...and I did. The initial contact of my tongue on the head of his dick, seem to bring him physical pain, because he was groaning, and his grip tightened on my hair. So to be gentler, I enveloped the head with my mouth and swirled my tongue around it slowly. His breathing became ragged, and his grip on my hair tightened. But the taste was so good, plus I still needed to see how much of it I could fit into my mouth. I worked my mouth down the shaft a little further and savored the heat and the taste of his pre-cum. He was getting more excited now, because he was pushing more of the shaft into my mouth, first with a steady slow rhythm and then with more urgency. As he was about to climax, he pulled the dick out of my mouth and clamped down on the head to stop the eruption. When it subsided he slipped on an extra sensitive latex condom and positioned himself at my opening, and entered slowly because there was some resistance to the entry. When it was finally in he gripped both my thighs and a started a gentle rhythm, and then the momentum built he was close to cuming now, and quickly flipped me over on all fours. With my butt in the air facing him, he gave me a hard slap to the ass cheeks, and then gripped my hips for some really hard plunges in a matter of minutes I was in a wave of contractions and came forcefully, followed by a roar from him as he buried his dick inside of me, as I felt the short spasm of his dick spilling its seeds. We collapsed on the bed panting and sweating, trying to recover from such an exciting bout of sex. I thought to myself how lucky I was, to be able to experience such an intense pleasure with such a loving and tender man, one old enough to be my father. But it was way better than sex with men half his age, and I would really like to experience more pleasure with him in the future. But for now we had to get going, his wife would be enquiring about his whereabouts soon, and my boyfriend would be calling as well. We got dressed quickly and left soon after, but not before one last passionate kiss. "That was definitely exciting" he said, "and I hope it won't be our last". With a smile I promised it wouldn't be. Besides a few lunch dates after, we never get together for such passion again, as two weeks later he was called away to temporarily head a parent company at a neighboring island. We communicated via emails and calls, but weeks stretched to months and before I knew it, I was loosing essence of him. But today he sent me an email, with information that he'll be coming back to the island for a weekend and he wanted to see me. I am now so excited. After so many months of not being around him, feeling him, I was in heaven. So now off to the salon, for hair, nails, and waxing...because nothing will be stopping me from renewing my excitement with him. Exciting "What's the most exciting thing you've ever done?" Ah, the silence is broken. It was a quiet drive home after a stage play. A relaxing dinner with us softly touching each other's elbows and knees. Very pleasant. And now, a bolt from the blue. And probably an involved discussion about minutia. How I long for quiet. So rarely achieved. Children always asking questions. People knocking at my office door to "chat", which turns into a long tortuous discourse about hellish topics. I became an accountant for peace, for silence. If I had wanted speech, I would have been a telemarketer. But in relationships, one must have talk, or else the partner does not seem connected. And I have paid my dues. I suffered through years of speech, both giving and receiving. I believe that I have earned some silence. But I will give in, lest I be seen as "cold". "I don't know. What do you mean?" I ask as I turn onto the freeway. "What do you mean, what do I mean?" Complication. This is the joy of silence—it is simple. The instant one opens the mouth and loosens the tongue, then there is confusion, misunderstanding and possibly rejection. In silence, the possibilities are numerous, but there is the secret knowledge that all of the possibilities are wrong. For some, this is the seed of anxiety, the birth of unwarranted panic. But for me, this is contentment. Better the devil we don't know. Best to leave Pandora's box closed. But rare is the one who is content to leave the unknown unexplored. I am Mycroft Holmes in a society of James Kirks. "I mean, what kind of excitement? The kind that stirs the heart? Or that endangers the body?" "Um, I guess both—either." "Okay.... Well I saw our two year old jump off of a table. That was about as much excitement as I can take." I coast off of the freeway and turn at the signal. "Hee, hee. That's was pretty funny, really." "You didn't hold her, listening to the screaming, while she was slowly being bandaged." "I was there. I was bandaging, you know." "I know." "Anything else?" Guessing games. Where does she come up with these questions? "What is your favorite movie?" "If you could pick anyone, who would you choose to be president?" "How do you feel about that?" Living with her is a perpetual Ungame. Always a new question, a new probing to the delicate, unexposed underlayer. Always exposing the unseen. Perhaps I should say that I tire of them. Perhaps I should encourage her to enjoy silence more. To be together by being together and nothing else. "I don't know. I went to China. That was exciting. I married you." "And how has our marriage been exciting?" Oh, oh. Dangerous topic there. I could see her grin, leer, and lean in for the kill. I think I might have stumbled on her intention. Or gotten close, anyway. Is this going to be another battering because of our "shallow" relationship? This is a conversation that could last all night. I suspect that this pleasant night is turning for the worse. How can I possibly avoid this accident waiting to happen? I turn onto the highway and set the cruise control. An even 40 miles an hour. "Well, the wedding was exciting." "Tiring, more than anything else." "I suppose, but still exciting. Anything could have happened." "But nothing did. Come on, you said 'exciting'. That our marriage was exciting. Is it emotional, or dangerous?" "Um, both." "Really? How?" "Well... every time you take off your blouse my heart pounds so much that I could have a heart attack." I guess that was the right thing to say. She smiles big and puts her fingers on the inside of my thigh. "You know, I think I need some excitement tonight." That sounds good to me. But how long we must wait. Driving the sitter home. Kids to bed. Dishes to wash. We'll be lucky our eyes are still open by the time we're done. "It'll be pretty late, I think." She unbuttons the top button of her blouse. "Who says we need to wait?" The second button is defeated and the slightest curve can be seen out of the corner of my eye. "There's plenty of excitement right now." The third button pops and—I would have sworn she was wearing a bra in the restaurant. Yes, I remember hugging her shoulder and feeling the strap. The bathroom. She went to the bathroom before we left. I didn't give it a second thought. I'm giving serious consideration to it now. I wonder if that's what all women do when they take so long in the bathroom— that's a nice fantasy. The fourth button is released and the prisoners escape. Somehow, her seat belt was unbuckled already. Am I blind, not seeing what is right in front of me? So many clues, and I don't even know. She kneels next to me on the seat, placing her back to the windshield. She pulls back her blouse and I can't help it—I gasp audibly. Sure, I've seen her nude hundreds—heck, thousands—of times. Her breasts are weighted with past pregnancies and some age. But still, they are full and round and soft and.... Well, if you have a woman opening herself up to you, inviting you to partake in her nakedness, to taste of her delicacies, no matter how many times it may be, it is still a precious gift, an exciting prospect.... Heck, I don't know. She still gets me horny. I don't understand it. Never did. But there it is. And her exposure in this public place has stiffened me uncomfortably. Public place. Suddenly I awake from the living sexual fantasy in front of me and look out my mirrors. No one around. There almost is never anyone on this highway, this time of night. How fast am I going? Ohmy... seventy? The speed limit is forty. I release my foot from the gas, and remember that I had the cruise control on. I take both feet of the pedals, carefully. Perhaps it is time for a word of caution: "Maybe I should pull over, get behind some bushes or something..." She smiles and leans forward to whisper in my ear. While doing this, she cannot help but caress her soft bosom against my arm. (Dang, but I'm uncomfortable. In my pants, I mean. I'm really comfortable with her. A bit tense, but an enjoyable tension.) "I wanna go fast. Now. Don't do anything that stops us." Okay, I'm heading into pain, here, so I shift my pelvis around, trying to give my growing under-self some freedom of movement. "I'm sorry," she says, dripping with pleasure at my discomfort, "let me help you with that." As always, her help is slow, almost studious. Yes, the seat belt was released, my button pops open, the zipper lowered with swiftness. The band of the underwear, though, is pulled down with excruciating length. Then she reaches in and pulls out my excruciating length, comforting it with her fingers, caressing, fondling. And the discomfort disappears. Negotiating clothes took a moment. I had to lift myself up so my pants could go to my knees. My shirt over my head knocked off my glasses, which she reached for me. Did she plan to take so long, groping for my sight, while she "unintentionally" fondled my penis with her breasts? Like I care, really, but motivation is significant. Her long, plaid skirt, however, remained on. I knew the answer, but to move things along, I posed a query: "Now that I know that your intentions were not pure from before we entered the car, I would assume that you have no underwear under your skirt. Is that correct?" "But I am pure. White as unblemished snow. Want to see?" She lay back on the seat, placing one of her lower thighs on my lap, taking great care to lift my penis and rest it on the inside of her thigh. Her other leg she draped over the back of the low middle seat. Her bare buttock sits against my upper leg and my question is answered. "Touch me. All over." She gently takes my right hand from the steering wheel and presses my fingers against her nipple. On hand on the wheel, one on her breast, I stroke and rub. In the midst of her gasps, soft moans and stirring, her skirt hikes up and her pelvis is soon rested against me. I feel every stir and jump within her. As her tension mounts, so does she, pressing her still-covered opening against my hip. Her wetness sets me off again, but I have plenty of room to grow, this time. I stroke her face, caress her lips and she licks the tip of my finger with her tongue. I open up my legs and taunt, "Come over here and do that. I dare you." She smiles and gets up, shifts over to me and her breasts are on my leg, her face above my length. I can see nothing, with her hair covering her back and all under it. But I feel her palm cupping my balls, her other hand surrounding my shaft and an inexplicable wet warmth surrounding the tip of my organ. In this joy of receiving, I could not forget giving, as I realized that my right hand still rested on her skirt. As her tongue tasted my slit, rubbing me, I raised her skirt up and exposed her buttocks to the air. I stroked them, sometimes grabbing one as I received a jolt of pleasure from her sucking. I realized I was being selfish. Slowly, I reached between her thighs, and the gate of her legs opened to me. I softly caressed her exposed sex, digging my fingers into her public hair. My fingers slowed as the pleasure of her tonguing my penis rose, but I soon came back to rubbing her. Soon, my finger explored her, looking for her clit. The small, hard nub was soon found and I rubbed her with abandon, but still remembering her sensitivity. For long minutes we took turns pleasuring each other as the car almost drove itself, allowing us to surrender to our ecstacy. "Dang," I muttered. She pulled her mouth off of me and glanced up, while she wiped off the saliva. "Did I do something?" "Only what I wanted, my love. No, the exit is coming up." "So? We're busy. Keep driving." And she placed me inside her mouth again, eyes closed, and I stroked her clit and her mouth closed around me. Who knows how long we drove like that? Pleasure is not enough to describe it. I wish there was a word to describe the feeling one has when one's life-long lover is using her most secret erotic gifts to please you. It is a warmth in the heart, an unspeakable terror that she might cease. It is more than orgasm, for the orgasm, as deep as that erotic pleasure and joy is, is simply fleeting, as soon as it is gone, one seeks it again, for it is never enough. This is a longing that endures and grows. A unity that delves beyond flesh. A pleasure that is beyond the surface of the skin, that fills your whole body. It is as if all one's needs were completely fulfilled, in the simple act of sexual presence. There are no enemies, no guilt, no shame, no depression, no hunger, no anger, no pain. It is complete peace in tension. Complete contentment in desire. Complete communication in silence. This feeling cannot be experienced in masturbation. Nor can it be had in a one night stand. I have heard that it could be imitated by some illegal drugs, but I doubt it. It is found only in relationship, in knowing, in complete trust. Should one take a video of us, they would see the pornography of my cock in her mouth and my hand up her twat and perhaps one might assume that is all there was to it. But the surface uniting of bodies is only a part of this joy. We never had such pleasure in the early years of our marriage. There was always a hesitancy, a self-doubt, a doubt in the other as well. We could do this same action and it would be meaningless. Sure, it would be fun, pleasurable, but only on the surface. Inwardly, we would still be wanting more of each other. But this act of utmost pleasure isn't just a single moment. It was built upon years of support. Years of arguments that came to a resolution. Years of working together for a common goal—changed diapers, comforted friends, clean dishes. It comes from thousands of sexual entanglements with each other, some successful, some not. It is not just knowing what the other wants, sexually, it is knowing who the other is and responding to that. Part of who we are is sexual desire, fulfilled in each other. But if that is all we were, our sexual relationship would be spare, lacking. As it is, we can experience deep joy in sex because it is built on deep relationship and unity that exists beyond agreement. Ultimately, it is surrender to mutual pleasure, complete erotic trust. And so this emotion we share with each other is sexual. I love to have my penis drawn up by her tongue, and she loves to have me finger her gently and continuously. We have had this experience as I lay on top of her in intercourse, but not yet to orgasm. We have had this experience holding each other nude, half asleep, having done nothing explicitly sexual (but we were thinking about it). I have had this experience as she lay on me, my penis hard between her breasts, and she was asleep. She has had this experience while I laid on top of her, my tongue deep in her. Yes, it is sexual, and we probably only experience it in sex. But without our entangled lives, it is like a two-dimensional kiss on paper, without feeling, without substance. After a time, her mouth tires out, and we have traveled much further from our destination that we intended. Should any car attempt to pass us, I slow down as they come to our window, so whatever flesh they might possibly see would only be a confusing blur. Finally, she releases my hardness and says, "This isn't fast. Let's go faster." I put my foot on the pedal and we go up the speedometer, quickly to 45. She hikes up her skirt again and she kneels on either side of my thighs. 50. She lifts her face up to mine, her chest pressed against mine and kisses me deeply, stroking my lips with her tongue. Although I can't see it, I know the speed is up to 55. Maybe more. Placing her cheek next to mine, she grabs on to me below her and places it on her opening. Yep, we're up to 60 now, and I can be sure we haven't run over any squirrels or small children. She lowers herself onto me. My foot goes off the accelerator. She squeezes me and presses upon me, all over me. "Feel my humps?" She leans into me, in complete control of our intercourse. She moves with the rhythm of the car, pressing up against me, staring out the side window, looking at the blurred scenery fly past, breathing harder, pumping harder, crying louder, "yes!" I feel myself losing control. My free hand is on her ass, and my sensations are going wild. Her breasts are firmly stroking my chest. Her hot breath is against my cheek. Her vagina strokes me more and more frantically. Finally, as the car moves off of the highway, it bumps us both up into each other and we both have an orgasm around, within, upon, below, surrounded, consumed by each other. As the car drifts slowly into the shallow ditch, as I had already tapped the brake to slow us down, we hold each other tightly, wishing that we would never release. After about five minutes, a truck slowed down to check on us. "You guys okay? Do you want me to call a tow truck?" the amiable driver said as he held out his cell phone. Our quick jump into clothing probably make us look disheveled, curious to the penetrating look. But it was good enough for the dark night, a good forty feet from any streetlight. "Nah, we're just taking a breather," I say back. "That's cool," he responds. "Can't be too careful. Keep your eyes on the road!" He climbs back into his truck and drives away. "He's right, you know," I say with a mild tone of rebuke. "I should have had my eyes on the road." She smiles. "It was exciting, right?" "Oh, yeah," I reply with some sarcasm, "Exciting. We could have gotten killed. Or seen." Her smile fades. "And which would have been worse?" She pauses as I fail to reply. "Sorry. I won't make that mistake again." "That's good. When I'm driving, I should have my eyes on the road." "Fine. Let's get going." "I can't." At this point, I snickered. I was never one at holding a deception for long. I reached over and began unbuttoning her blouse. "I can't keep my eyes on the road right now." I pull the blouse off of her shoulders, and lay her down on the seat. "I've got something else to focus on" I said as my hand slid up her thigh and rubbed my finger against her clit, just before my mouth covered her nipple, tonguing her. Her only reply was a soft moan.