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Mardi Gras

By: Crew Cut



A swim. I was really looking forward to a swim. The day was hot and sultry with no sign of a breeze, and the next cool change seemed to be days off. It had been a hot, steamy Sydney summer, the past month been made hotter and steamier for me because it had been the month of the gay and lesbian Mardi Gras. In March each year, the city throbs to a queer beat, and this finds me at my happiest. Pure Sydney magic. There was always the hope that one would meet one's 'own true love' at the end of each Sydney summer. Tell the truth though, I'd broken up with Sal after new year, and all I was looking for was some sweat and passion. I was enjoying being back on the scene, cruising happily through the bars and parties.

If you're dreaming of a butchish tomboy with a fetish for very short crew cuts of any hue, a toned and tattooed body, with several piercings, then you're thinking of me! I like to work out, I love to swim, and I play almost any sport. Apart from that I dance and laugh, and, well, my other favourite activity is fucking. I like to take the lead, and pride myself on always making my gals want more.

I had been to Kings Cross to my hairdresser. The mardi gras parade and party was tomorrow night and I wanted to look my best. That's my dykiest best. My haircut was the key element. I'd worn my shorts and a singlet top, over a bikini bottom. No need for a top; I planned to take the train and bus to Bondi after my hair appointment, and there's no need for a swimsuit top at Bondi.

I ran my hand across the newly shorn stubble on the top of my head. Hair grows half an inch a month, so I need it shaved at least that often to meet my satisfaction. Even half an inch can start to sit down flat against the nape. Leave it any longer, and it was not short enough at all! In the past I have left it long on top, but today was so hot I had demanded it be sheared closer yet ... a 00 all over. First it was dyed jet black, so at first it left a pitch black stubble all over. Then I had had it shaved smooth bald around the temples and behind the ears. I have a black celtic design tattoo behind my left ear. It links via a chain design down my shoulder to a series of rose tattoos along the top of my left breast, down between my tits and across my right one. When I link chains through my nipple rings, they glint gold against the black tattoo. In tomorrow night's parade I planned to wear my black leather vest with the titholes and chains looped from breasts to rings on the vest.

At lunchtime the train union called a snap stopwork meeting, and by the time I reached the platform it was still crowded. The trains were running again but it was taking some time to clear the backlog. It was going to be a close and sweaty ride to Bondi Junction and then on the bus to the beach.

Eventually a train arrived and we crowded on. I was squashed against a pole which dug into my breastbone. The doors closed and the crowds settled. I couldn't move. The train began to sway and behind me I felt breath on my bare neck. It cooled the rivulets of sweat that were trickling down. What??? I would have jumped if there was room amid the crush of bodies, but I am sure that I felt a moist, soft tongue lap up the trickle of sweat as it reached the bottom of my ear! YES! There it was again, a tongue licking right along the back of my ear where the flesh was fully exposed, shaved bare!!! I took a sharp intake of breath, gasped in fact. My head was clamped between raised arms, their owners facing away from me. If someone was dancing their tongue on me, they would be doing so unobserved. My pussy shuddered slightly, my stomach muscles tightened involuntarily. And then, there was a soft, steady stream of cool air being blown behind my ear, where the moist tongue had been. It must be deliberate!

The train took a sudden lurch, and the body behind me was thrown forward. I felt two very hard nipples pointing into the thin fabric of my singlet top. As the train continued its rhythmic progression, the nipples rubbed and hardened still further against my back.

Who was this?

We entered Edgecliff Station. Inevitably some people wanted to get off. Those of us standing in the vestibule had to get off the train to let those emerging from the seating compartments alight. I stepped out on the platform, looked around to see if I could see who had been assailing me, but there was no hope. There were men in business clothes, a middle aged woman with two children and a bevy of office workers. No one stood out as being an obvious one. We all crowded back onto the train, and I found myself holding a rail by the door which closed near my face. My back was turned to the crowd of people behind me. It was as close as before, if not more so. As we set off, I felt a pair of soft woman's hands encircle my pelvis. A pair of thumbs found their way, from behind, into the front of the elastic waistband of my cotton shorts. Then the hands flattened against my mound and smoothly the palms started caressing inside my bikini bottom. One finger pressed against my clit....held it down and then circled it, then flicked the hood ring. I was too startled to cry out. I did try to turn around, but merely succeeded in squirming, which encouraged the unseen hands to explore further. One finger traced my slit.....so wet, from sweat, and by now, excitement. A face pushed close to my ear and whispered "Relax, enjoy the ride!" I went limp, as if mesmerised, and just then the train shuddered and lurched. A finger plunged deep into my hole, wiggling about, exploring the walls. The train lurched violently forward in a series of short kangaroo hops. With each movement, an additional finger was thrust inside me, and my body was bounced up and down on them. As this happened, her nose was pressed into the nape of my neck and once again those nipples thrust forward into my back, rubbing as the train lurched and hopped.

With one final thrust, the train emerged from the tunnel into Bondi Junction station, and at the same time, I gushed wet from my cunt. The fingers were enveloped in the spasm of my cumming. My whole body shuddered.

Then the hands were gone, the nipples were no longer a presence, and I was getting off the train. I looked all around me and couldn't see who would have been responsible. In somewhat of a daze, I was carried along by the crowd to the bus interchange, where we all herded onto our respective buses, mine bound for Bondi Beach. I was amongst the first on and got a seat towards the front. I couldn't see the crowd behind me. I closed my eyes and relived what had just happened to me as we found our way round the curves and narrow streets to Bondi Beach. The bus remained crowded all the way to the final stop...as people got off, they were replaced by others, many children and families going for a swim after school.

Before I could hit the water, I had one more thing to do: visit a friend who runs a piercing and body art studio in Bondi. She had set aside some new jewelry for my piercings for tomorrow night. I climbed the stairs to her studio, and she showed me to a private room so I could examine the pieces at my leisure, put them on and examine them in the mirrors that surrounded the walls and ceiling. The clithood ring had a single sparkling diamond. It glittered and glistened, the perfect complement to a glistening moist bud. I lay back on the soft leather lounge and, raising my leg, examined it with my fingers. I pushed a finger into my cunt, moistened it, and rubbed it on my clit.

The door opened and I thought it was Bella come to check. Instead, a stranger stood before me, a woman so beautiful I thought I had died and gone to dyke heaven. Xena with spiky short hair! She rolled me onto my stomach then climbed on top of me and merely dangled her naked breasts onto the middle of my back. She brushed her nipples against me, and then pushed them more insistently into me. It was the unmistakable feel of the nipples from the train!

She rolled me back over, smiled broadly and sat astride my face. She leaned forward, and started to nibble my clit and use that soft, broad tongue to work magic in my cunt. I stroked her arse and started to lick her as she did me. "No" she insisted, and then got off me. "There is plenty of time for that tomorrow night!"

"Tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Sure, I am your date for the Mardi Gras party tomorrow night! I have been sent by your fairy dyke-mother. And I don't turn into a pumpkin at midnight!" With that, she buried her face in my pussy and worked her magic once more.

Some time later I left for a cooling swim at last. My new-found fairy-dyke-princess left first. As she went, she said "I know you butch gals like to impress, so make sure you pack YOUR magic wand tomorrow night!"

Mardi Gras



As we unpack our bags and settle in, we decide to stop and just leave our everyday lives in the suitcases. We enter the shower to wash that travel smell off of our bodies, and you notice my cock begin to harden. You can't help but smile and reach for it. Lately we have been so tired you probably only see my cock in this state once a week anymore. The days of college and our marathon sex nights seem long gone after two years filled with me trying to get my PR firm off the ground and you teaching and coaching until 8:00 every night.

Remembering how you teased me with great head on the drive here, but didn't let me cum in that inviting mouth of yours, I decide to withhold my little friend from you now. Your face widens in surprise, but you play along. We continue to clean up and go to get dressed. I watch you slowly dry off and cover your gorgeous body. You slide on a sheer pair of dark blue panties and some loose cutoff shorts. You start to put on a rather plain blue bra until I remind you that it is Marti Gras. You smile, knowing what I have in mind and toss the bra aside. You pick a low-cut, tight, blue shirt that hugs your D breasts. As you put on your makeup I look you over. I think you'll get a lot of attention. A beautiful 25 year-old 5' 9" blonde with large round breasts in the middle of New Orleans; I'll have to watch out. I finish getting ready and we head out to the streets.

Immediately you are offered a set of beads. You deny the guy, saying you need some alcohol before doing that sort of thing. I look the guy over. He's 18 tops and by looks is surely a virgin. With some empathy, I ask you to reconsider. You slowly pull your top over your breasts and enjoy the gratitude on his face as he takes in your scrumptious breasts. Just then a camera flashes on us. Busted. Your face turns totally red as the cameraman runs and this innocent boy tentatively puts the beads around your neck. I joke that the cameraman will have you on the internet before we get home and you smack me playfully.

The rest of the trip is full of requests to see your lovely chest, after all you have a set of beads already, but we head into the bar. We order two long island teas and head to find a table. The only open seats are at a table with guy sitting by himself. Or is he? As we get closer, we notice the set of legs under the table. I'm not the type to be timid, however, and we need a place to sit. We walk up and I ask if we can sit. He smiles and says yes, reaching down and tapping his? Wife? on the shoulder. She comes up and joins us but her hand stays down on his cock, which we can see sticking up from his pants.

Compared to the group sex experiences we had in college this is relatively tame, but it has been a while since we've seen anything like it. Nonetheless, we are both very turned on by the atmosphere here. We quickly finish our drinks and order two more. Meanwhile we talk with this couple about the fun they've had since they got here (they had an early start). They tell us about a threesome they had last night with some random guy they found at a bar. The guy just smiles as his wife describes the stranger's build and how thick his cock was. They then invite us to join them later tonight. I must say it is tempting. They are both very attractive. Too bad they have the personalities of bricks. They don't seem very safe either. We decline but stay to enjoy another drink before hitting the street. The guy then asks his wife to resume what she was doing and she dips under the table again. As we finally leave, he begins to shoot deep in her mouth, so we stay to watch her finish.

On the way out, a short redhead with the brightest smile I've ever seen grabs your arm and introduces herself to us. She tells you that you're very attractive and she wishes she had a chest like yours. You blush, but she continues to stare at you. She offers us each a shot of rum and you a set of beads if she can massage your bare breasts right here in the bar. Her boyfriend, who we just notice, comes behind her and kisses her on the ear. Once again, you've done stuff like this in college and once again . . . it's been a while.

You look to me and see that my smile is big as can be and you lift your shirt once again. The redhead squeals and grabs them immediately. She massages them for a minute while her boyfriend tongues her neck and ear, and I simply watch. She then leans forward and quickly kisses each nipple before lowering your shirt for you. You are only biplayful, your attraction to women is mostly curiosity, but this girl's enthusiasm for you is a big turnon. We take our shots and she lowers her beads onto your neck and quickly flashes you. We finally leave the bar, and it is starting to get dark.

The streets are well lit and we begin to walk through the center of everything. We are very loosened up by now and you begin to collect beads at a seemingly record pace. Since you have so many sets and since so many men have been able to enjoy you, you decide to even things out a bit. Any girl you notice me glancing at you offer beads. I must say, the results are spectacular. I love your body, but you also know I love to gaze at other women and together we view some stunning pairs of breasts.

You feel my cock through my pants and can't believe how hard I am. We step into a bar and order fuzzy navels this time. This bar is a bit less restrictive than the last. Many of the women are topless and some are totally nude. A crowd is gathered around a table watching a couple 69. We can't see their faces, as they have them buried in each others crotch's. You continue to stroke me through my jeans. We stay here long enough to get thoroughly trashed and we forget the time. As people start to filter out, we head out too.

We take an alley shortcut back to our hotel (we think) and come upon something we've never seen before, at least not in real life. A brunette woman with enormous fake breasts is on her knees with three big guys around her. She is sucking one and fondling the others. We continue to approach (too drunk to realize this probably isn't the safest situation) and watch. They notice us but don't acknowledge us. These guys easily have the largest cocks we've ever seen in real life. The brunette moves her mouth to the next guy's cock and continues her stroking. It looks exactly like a porno scene, only there is no camera. After about five minutes of watching this woman worship three cocks the action starts to heat up. The guy in the middle is back in her mouth and starts to erupt. He pulls out and begins to shoot ropes of cum across her cheeks and mouth (I look around for a camera again because this seems way too much like a porn movie). The brunette smiles and moves on. Seconds later, the second guy moans and dribbles his cum onto her chin.

You are wide-eyed and I ask if you want to leave but you say not yet. The brunette now takes the third guy into her mouth and strokes what she can't fit into her mouth (he is the biggest of the group, at least 11"). Soon he too pulls out and begins to shoot his cum. His cumshots are very forceful. The first one slides across her forehead and collects in her hair (you wince at that one). The next few shots literally cover her face and begin to dribble down onto her breasts and stomach. After nine full shots, he finally stops and she licks the last drops from his cock. The brunette finally sits back and starts to clean her face. One of the guys offers her his shirt to clean up with and she wipes herself clean, winks at us and gets dressed. We walk off and hurry to the hotel.

Once inside our room, I start to attack you but you pull away. I chase you and you lead me out onto balcony. We are on the second floor and there is still a crowd below as we are only about half a block off the main party row. You quickly drop to your knees and unfasten my pants. Since I wore no underwear, access is easy and you quickly lick the underside of my cock before putting me into your mouth. I moan and fall back against the railing. The scenes of the day have me already on edge and you know not to stay down there too long. I look down to the street and see that we have gained quite a bit off attention. Men and women in the crowd below are cheering us on. You stand up and throw your clothes off before I can even start breathing again and shove your tongue down my throat. You are usually the submissive one sexually, so this surprises me. I kiss back and we battle tongues while you grab my ass and I take your beautiful bare (nothing new) breasts in my hands and you begin to slow down. I take this as my cue to take the next step and I begin to kiss down your neck.

"It's not the time for that," you inform me. "Fuck me now." I have no objection to that and I sit you down in the lounge chair on the balcony. I take a quick look at the crowd and see that at least 30 pairs of eyes are riveted on our little show. I tilt the chair back and line my cock up at the entrance to your pussy. I know that I will have no problem sliding all the way in on the first stroke, but once again I remember how you teased me on the drive here. I take the tip of my cock and slide it down from the small patch of hair above your pussy onto the smooth skin below. I stop at your clit and wiggle it just a little and you shudder. You curse me as I continue the slow slide down. As I reach the top of your entrance, I increase the pressure and my cock slips into you. You moan loudly but I pull back and repeat the trip from your clit to your hole over and over again, very fast. You buck your hips up and try to get me to enter you fully.

After about 20 seconds of this you scream, "Stop teasing and Fuck Me Now." With those words, I plunge into you to the hilt in one stroke and stay there. You scream again, but this time there are no words, just a long, piercing yell as you go over the edge and cum around my cock. The entire crowd below us erupts in applause. Even in the state we are in we hear the sounds from below. You orgasm twice more just from the thrill of our audience alone. I bite my lip until it bleeds slightly to prevent cumming so soon, even though I am completely drunk and have just entered you. Once we settle down, I begin to slide slowly in and out of you. You play with your breasts and your clit while I watch your face and just smile at your beauty, at this situation, at your total lust for me, and at the pleasure of sliding my cock into your scalding hot cunt. 

Tonight is not for making love or for sex. Tonight we are Fucking. We haven't FUCKED in over two years and it feels great. Only minutes later I feel my orgasm build. I lean down and kiss you as I fill you with my cum. You can feel the heat spread within you, and you cum once more. We moan into each other's mouths as we finish off our simultaneous orgasm, another thing we haven't done since college, and we finally stop our motions and just kiss. 

The crowd below is forgotten. The scenes from today that turned us on so much (and earned the small mountain of beads sitting on the hotel floor) are also forgotten. All that remains is two people, perfectly matched, enjoying the afterglow of two years worth of forgotten lust and misplaced priorities. We barely make it to the bed and under the covers before we fall asleep, intertwined and inseparable. And as the party goes on below in the slightly chilly night air, we sleep in the toasty cold cave of our blanket, faint smiles still spread across our content faces.



Mardi Gras



The air was cool as it slid across the warm flesh of my back, teasing my eyelids into lifting slowly from their embrace of slumber. What time was it? Did it matter? Minutes, hours … my entire body still pulsated from the rigors of our lovemaking, and my lips quirked in a sideways smile at the thought of how I had given in … of how I had finally surrendered complete control to you. It was not something I would have thought possible, me being the control freak that I am … but ohhhh god what a wonderful release … to trust someone that much … to place your body and soul at the whim of another…. It was something we were going to have to do again soon, very soon.....

I was still laying face down, spread-eagle across the bed, naked but for the knee-high black leather boots. My bottom, still pink and heated, began cooling slowly as the evening air whispered across the newly tenderized skin. I sat gingerly on the very corner of the bed, glancing around only to realize you were no longer in the room. I shook my head … this was New Orleans ... you could be anywhere!! Bending over, I unzipped the boots, shucking them off and tossing them across the room in the general direction of the closet. There was something to be said for finding a hotel room this nice in New Orleans at this time of year … it was Mardi Gras, the people, the booze, the music, all flowed easily through the street one story below. 

Even now the open doors to the balcony beckoned, the white sheer curtains billowing softly into the room. I pulled a black satin sheet from the bed and wrapped it, toga-fashion, around myself before padding over to the open doors. Leaning against a glass paned door, I watched the revelry being played out below. A woman slipped deftly through the throng of people, a brown derby hat sitting askew atop her raven curls, a green feather boa wrapped around her shoulders … her coral-tipped breasts bare to the world. She got halfway across the street before a gorgeous, darker than sin Romeo with beads galore grabbed her, spinning her around and devouring her lips with his own. I grinned. There was something to be said for exhibitionism, it gave one a certain sense of freedom from the strict confines of a sexual frustrated world. Besides, it damn sure looked like fun ... 

I made a mental note to try co-ed naked crowd surfing before we left. A group of college guys (so evidenced by random greek lettering across their t-shirts) plowed down the street, arms entertwined, eyes glassy and heavy footfalls uneven. They were singing something about Mary the Hairy doing all the kings men. Stepping farther out onto the balcony, I leaned one bare shoulder against the wrought iron railing and waved. I received one marraige proposal, two serenades and a drunken tumble for my efforts. I tastefully declined, assuring them I already had a "gentleman friend" who was very good at satisfying my every desire.

When the warm strength of your arms slid around my waist, I relaxed back into your embrace, my new-found admirers finally giving up and continuing their trek through the throng of bodies in the street below. "You're out of bed," you whispered against my ear, teasing the lobe slightly with the warm wetness of your tongue. I closed my eyes as a fiery tingle slid down my spine to collect in a growing pool of heat between my legs. My ears and my back were my most erogenous zones, and I adored the fact that you constantly used that to your advantage. "

Ummm-hmmm," I mumbled back with a lazy grin, "turns out I can still walk after all."

"I brought us some croissants from the bakery downstairs … honey, sugar, and cinnamon included," you said softly, the warm skin of your chest radiating heat against my back. My mind spared a brief second to consider the idea of eating, then snapped quickly back to focus on the slow, methodical movements of your body against mine. Your hand slid softly across the warm fullness of my ass, the sheet rubbing gently beneath your fingers. I could feel your lips curve into a grin against the side of my neck. 

"I'll never get that picture out of my mind … your creamy skin against the dark navy of those sheets, those sexier-than-hell boots … that gorgeous little upturned ass of yours. You knew I wouldn't be able to help myself … you knew how I would react." I turned my head and nuzzled my lips against the semi-rough underside of your jaw. "Which is ... exactly ... why I did it." Your rough chuckle of laughter took life and seemed to caress my hair, sliding purposefully over my breasts, sliding across the flat plane of my stomach, teasing across my upper thighs in its enjoyment. We stood that way for an hour, or perhaps only a moment, my head tucked up under your chin, watching the antics of the crowd below and taking in the wonderful smell of cajun spices, cinnamon croissants, and building arousal. Finally tired of standing, you caught my arm and led to me to one of the two wooden rocking chairs decorating the balcony. "Let's sit and watch for a while …" you suggested, your eyes only leaving the revelry below when my body, unmoving, finally drew your attention. 

I fixed you with a cocked eyebrow and a disbelieving look. "The last thing I want to do right now … is SIT," I pointed out, switching eyebrows to achieve the full effect. Again, that delicious growl of laughter coursed over, around, and through me, this time the vibration tickling deliberately against the swollen outer lips of my sex … god how I loved to hear you laugh. "Okay, okay … we'll do it this way," you offered, sitting down in the chair and offering me your lap. I settled in gingerly, tucking the sheet down around my legs before settling back against the cradling heat of your shoulders. It was then that I realized you were still shirtless … it was literally impossible to resist a quick little nip at your bared shoulder. "Vixen," you growled, your head dipping down until your teeth could get in a nip of their own, finding the sensitive flesh at the base of my throat. I shuddered at the sensation, my breath catching as my back arched of it's own volition. I turned in your lap, seeking and finding the warm heat of your lips with my own. As the temperature of our kiss rose … so did my body's response. My hands slid over your shoulders, my nails trailing lightly across skin. 

I turned, twisting my body until my legs slipped through holes on either side of your hips, and I was completely straddling you. Leaning back I wiggled my eyebrows and grinned. "Hi." Laughing out loud, you worked quickly, separating my makeshift toga in front to provide your hands with the freedom they needed to dip inside and capture the soft plump flesh of my breasts. The dusky pink of my nipples darkened, puckering into a warm rose as your thumbs teased lightly across them. When your mouth dipped to capture one, my back arched towards you, wanting to give full access to the tasty morsel you sought. I ground my hips slowly against yours as my own warm juices began to flow, the petals of my woman's core throbbing with anticipation. 

The entire universe was pounding with life … and it all came to focus as a center of emptiness at the apex of my thighs. Savagely, desperately, I craved the feel of you buried deep inside me. I could wait no longer. My hands made quick work of the button and zipper on your jeans before I slipped one slender hand under the waistband to cradle you in my palm. Sooooo warm. So hard. My tongue darted out to moisten my lips in an unconscious gesture of excitement. When I finally had you freed from the restrictions of clothing (what a horrible invention anyway ... pants … can you imagine??), your hand slithered down to cup the moist heat of my pussy, your middle finger slipping slowly inside me. Grinding down against your hand, a small whimper slipped past my lips, the muscles in my thighs clenching as another finger was added and I tried to pull them deeper still. 

My breath was coming in ragged pants, and my eyes sought yours with despair … it was then that your fingers left me, your hands sliding around to cup the twin globes of my ass, pulling me down onto the silky steel hardness of your erection. A deep guttural moan escaped me at the erotic sensation of being totally filled. I felt stretched, hot and pulsing and wonderfully aroused. As your fingers dug into the soft flesh of my bottom, your hands guided me in a sensual rhythm … showing me exactly where … how … and what felt best to you in this position. I had no sense of time, no knowledge of the world around us, just the raw sensation of pistoning myself up and down on your cock, my thighs bracing and relaxing with each downward thrust. 

The tempo of our lovemaking escalated … a sweet interlude of pleasurable sex shooting forward into the raw physical need of desperate fucking. When you began to tilt the chair with my movements, rocking up for deeper penetration, a high wail left my lips, no doubt drawing the attention of half the crowd below us. I felt myself bouncing back after each downward lunge. I didn't care, couldn't concentrate on anything except the pure sexual drive within me, the tightening of my body, the throbbing of my pussy as your shaft continued to dive deeper and deeper into my folds. My nails raked the flushed skin of your shoulders, whimpers of ecstasy pounding past my moistened lips with each breath. I screeched, clawing and thrusting as I felt my orgasm rushing over me … my high pitched keening finally bottoming out into a low … panting grunt. 

My body shuddered, tightening convulsively around the hot intrusion of your cock, milking you for every drop of the creamy liquid heat that had begun to escape you moments before. My head dropped to your shoulder, my breath hot and moist against the flushed skin of your neck. I felt your hands resting gently against my ass, your very heartbeat still pulsing through your fingertips. My eyes closed as I felt you tilt your head back against the chair … no doubt closing yours as well.

The chair rocked gently in the warm breeze of the New Orleans night, the air heavy with the scents from the bakery below as our ragged breathing slowly straightened … finally matching in the even cadence of sleep.



Mardi Gras 2010



While my husband and I were vacationing last year, and experiencing "Mardi Gras", we found ourselves drinking a little too much, and getting caught up in the spirit of the moment.

I've never flashed any part of my body to anyone, not for the thought of exposing myself to a stranger or strangers, but for I'm a little insecure about my body. Having had more then a handful of k*ds, they took the best of me.

Getting the chance to cut loose, dress a little slutty and drink without having to watch the k*ds was a real treat. My husband's fetish is that of legs and feet, especially while encased in sheer, silky hosiery, ie: stockings & pantyhose, so I decided to give him a little treat. 

While my husband was doing some shopping at a small convenient store, I found my chance to get dressed to hit the crowded streets. I slipped in to a silky, periwinkle, one piece lingerie nightie, that had sheer sides and a built in thong panty. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't believe that was me. I sat at the edge of the bed and rolled my fingers into a pair of sheer, silky, nylon stockings. I slid them onto my feet and up my legs. As I stood up to attach to the matching garter straps, I caught a hot flash of just how sexy I felt.

When my husband entered the hotel room, I ignored his call. He then called for me again. I slipped one of my black nylon covered legs out from the bathroom door, and dangled my heel and said "here I am". 

I then stepped out and I swear he looked like he was going to faint. He was in shock and didn't believe it was me. I removed my masquerade mask and he was still in a wow. His hands were shaking, his heart was beating as fast as mine was. "Wow" he said. "You look so Fucking Hot, Sexy, Beautiful, Mmmmmmm". 

That being said, we embraced in a long, wet, passionate kiss. His hands felt me up from my silky thighs, up over my naked ass. He stepped back and adjusted my tits so that they were evenly covered with the lingerie.

He looked me into my eyes and dared me to walk openly in my lingerie, without my over coat. He double dared me to walk around with both of my breast out openly. I was shocked and yet very turned on by his dare. Not one to turn down a dare I said "we'll see", he then pulled me close and we began making out. He then asked me if we were to meet someone, say a guy if I would let him fuck me? I thought for a moment then responded by saying "I'll take the dare". 

I then slipped into a short iridescent rain coat, grabbed my husbands hand and headed out. It was shoulder to shoulder, body to body. I think it was the alcohol, the sexy outfit and the sexual synergy that was emitted from the crowd of sexually charged people that caused me to do the un thinkable.

I told hubby that I was thirsty, he resented the fact that he needed to push through the crowd of people to get me a cold beer. I'm sure he wanted to keep my buzz flowing. He kissed me and headed off. Within minutes I lost him, out of sight. 

It was about 10 minutes later when he was at the front of the line and was waving to me. No sooner that he stopped, the holiday parade started. There was no way that he was making it back until it was over. I was dying of thirst and look around to see if anyone had anything extra. A real good looking guy behind me noticed me looking around in despair asked if he could help me. I hesitantly said "no thank you" then murmured under my breath a cold beer. 

I had become so hot that I contemplated removing my coat. I figured I could cool off and complete the dare. I slipped my coat off and hung it over my arm. I immediately felt cooler but still very thirsty. All of a sudden I felt this cold wet object on the back of my neck. That good looking guy behind me managed to scrape me up an ice cold beer. 

I immediately spun around, and greeted his ice cold gesture with a heart warming smile. As he looked me up and down, he commented on my beautiful masquerade mask. He noticed I was with someone and he commentated that I wouldn't see him for at least an hour and a half. He said the path was blocked off until the parade finishes.

Bummed I turned around and thought about my poor husband. I then felt my new drinking friend get closer to me. He said "excuse me". I looked at him and just thanked him for the beer. A minute or two later he bumped into me again, but this time it was different. I felt what felt like a bulge in his pants as he bumped into my naked thong filled ass. This time I let it go. He whispered in my ear "sorry, it the crowd from behind". I turned to verify his excuse and "Wow" packed double then before.

As I turned back around, he bumped me again but this time he was still against me. My big tits were hitting the back if the woman in front of me, I needed to excuse my self to her. His bulge happened to be pushing just below my tail bone. He whispered in and said " please excuse me, I'd like to say sorry again, but I'm really enjoy this". Not knowing what to say, I accepted it. He then asked if I was going to repay him for the ice cold beer. I couldn't even turn my head all the way to answer him, so I said "what do you want"? He said that he wanted to see my tits. I went deaf for a minute, then he said it louder "I would love to see your tits". I knew this moment would come, but I thought my husband would be next to me to share this. I turned my head sideways and said " I can't even move to show you". I thought that would end it. No sooner that I said that he was forced even closer. He then said he'd love to feel them then. He said he would give me a few pairs of beads, if I let him.

He then nuzzled my neck and waited for my answer. I must admit the sensation of his breath on my neck, his bulging crotch against my next to naked ass, I began to feel weak in the knees. I allowed his request. He slid his arms around me like he was my lover, and pulled the front of my lingerie down. My 36d tits fell free. I guess this was part of the double dare. Nah, I needed to walk through the entire crowd with them out. I was just trying to rationalize with what was happening I guess.

He then with both hands simultaneously began to play with my sweaty, milky tits. He rubbed his finger tips over my nipples and they immediately became erect. In my head I was thinking how long do I let him before I stop him. He then removed his hands, bumped into me then slipped several strands of party beads over my head, they hung just below my tits. They actually furthered my arousal.

He put his arms around me again and managed to surprise me with another cold beer. Just as my buzz was leveling off. I laughed and said "what do I have to do now"? He slid his wet cold hands under the strands of beads and cupped my tits.

What he said next, blew me away. He said that he wanted my panties as a souvenir. I laughed and said I wasn't wearing any, that the thong was attached. In a split second I felt one of his hands feeling up my ass. I swallowed hard and figured he would realize and stop. He could hardly slide his hand over my ass for we were so close. I felt him slide his hand over my nylon thigh to the front of my lingerie. His hand roamed all over till he reached my crotch. He began to gently rub it, all awhile still playing with one of my tits. He whispered in my ear that I was right and I wasn't wearing panties. As he said that his fingers helped to slide the front of my thong aside and I felt it unsnap as he did so. He ever so gently pulled my back and inserted not one but two of his long, thick fingers into my hot, creamy hole.

I arched back laying my head just below his chin and allowed his fingers to penetrate me as deep as possible, I couldn't squirm for there was not enough room. I was lost in the moment. All the drinking, colorful lights, loud music led to this sexually stimulating moment. I shuttered, jerked and found the strangers open mouth with my willing tongue as I came all over the hand. As intense this erotic, sensual encounter no one around us seemed the wiser. 

As the parade was finishing up, my drinking buddy now added at least a dozen or more beads around my neck, and told me that I made his vacation. And that he would look for me the following year, "same time, same place" we agreed as we faced each other for one last kiss. Still captivated by the moment, I managed to snap the crotch of my wet thong, and made way through the thinning crowd in seek of my husband.

I greeted him with open arms, no jacket to cover up my sexy outfit, my tits fully out, covered with beads. He smiled and said "He's never loved me more, then this moment". We made love the entire evening into the early morning then again. As my husband made love to me missionary style I told him of my very sexually erotic experience. He licked and kissed my achy feet, sucked my silky stocking covered toes and brought me to climax at the same time in my story.

xox The Sexy Mylf



Mardi Gras



As Mardi Gras approaches, the feeling of dread overcomes me. I will have to be walking these parades for two weeks, 8 miles a day, and thousands of people to control. 

I tell you of the feeling of dread I have, knowing of course you can't do anything about it, but you listening seems to help. I tell you of some of the problems which occur. It's our job to keep everyone off the streets so that the High School marching bands, and parade floats, can pass. We walk along with the bands so that no one gets hurt. 

Some of the happenings make me want to laugh. Like the time when I was walking and a guy jumped out from the crowd, landing in front of me, as he proceeds to tell me, "God, If I knew that cops looked this good I would have done something sooner to be arrested, would you please marry me." I can't help but laugh at the drunken soul, and motion him back off the street, pass the white line that edges the side of the road. As I pass, I tell the crowd. "This is my line do not cross it." Of course I then get a smart arse that doesn't want to move that will ask. "Hey Ms. cop person is that a real gun?" or "Is that thing on your side a toy?" I look at them with much conviction, and smile, saying "I don't know sir, how about I pull it out and shoot you in the foot, and then you can tell me!" He then backs off, and moves his foot from my line. 

The walk in itself is very tiring. It’s slow paced and the parade only takes one break. Usually I am lucky enough that when we break, I am at mid point of the parade route at this little store on the corner where the parade turns onto Main Street. We only have a small amount of time to do what we have to do, and get out of there. Unfortunately, while we are at this stop, it seems inevitable that someone will come up to you for help. Which means you really don't get much of a break. 

I tell you of all these things, not realizing that you were listening to every detail of the one stop that we make. You ask pertinent questions about the specific area and location. 

The time approaches as the Mardi Gras parades begin. Every day I come home and explain the crowds, and how tired I am from all the walking. Then, one day as usual, I awaken to email you letting you know I am awake and getting ready for the parade. You don't respond. This worries me, you have always responded to my emails. I continue to email until I have no other choice but to leave. With no response from you. 

I leave for the parade. As the parade begins its journey, and I begin my duty, keeping the crowds back as well as watching for any illegal activities within the crowd. I see this one person seemingly following the route with me, but behind the crowd, Thinking to myself, just a kid trying to get from one place to another. I can't really see the person, because of the crowd, just catching a glimpse from time to time. Having to deal with all the drunks on the street, keeping them back, I really don't have time to worry about this one person in particular. 

The parade route is slow, as usual. It seems to take forever before we get to our rest stop. Today seems to be particularly dreadful, with, first not hearing from you, and then having to stop a couple fights along the way. Atlas, we finally make it, my body is aching, I am tired, and I really don't want to be bothered by anyone. I go into the store and get me a coke and head to the back of the building, hoping against hope no one finds me, at least for the few minutes of rest that I so desperately need. I get there and thank god there is no one. I can still hear the noise of the crowd in front of the store, along with the music blaring from every radio, and stereo in the city. 

I lean against the building drinking my coke. From the side of the building walks this man. I think back to the parade route, remembering the few glimpses I had seen, this is the same person that was following me. The face looks familiar, but vague. 

Working in a jail I come across many people, in many walks of life, but because of the volume of people it’s hard to remember one specific individual. This face isn't the face of a criminal. Maybe someone I had seen once in court, the District Attorney's office, perhaps, or something of that nature. 

The face very handsome, striking even, looking into the brown eyes, the intelligence emitting from them. Thinking to myself, no definitely, I would have remembered this person if we had ever met. Somehow he looked very familiar. As he began to walk towards me, with such stride, and confidence, in his walk. I think GOD, what a gorgeous man. 

My heart begins to race, and I lose all sense of myself, the beauty of this man is spellbinding. All my senses perk up to his sight. My nipples become erect, while the pit of my stomach begins to tighten. My knees become weak, my breath quickens, and my love nest becomes wet with my nectar at the thought of having this man near me. I lose all sense of who I am, where I am, the noises of the crowd do not even effect me. His sight intoxicates me, as he continues to approach me, moving ever closer to me. I lean back against the building wall to steady myself. 

You stand right in front of me as our eyes lock, and my god, I realize that this is you. My dreams coming true. To actually get to feel your strong skin, look you in your eyes, hear your strong voice, smell the aromas of your scent, and to taste the sweet juices of this man I have yearned for, forever! 

My eyes water, I can't believe that this is you; I am in complete and utter awe of your presence. I gaze into your eyes and, you smile, that wonderful devilish smile you have. I whisper, "Patrick is that you?" 

You don't say anything as you lift me up, holding me against the building as you press your lips to mine. Pushing your tongue deep into my mouth, sucking and savoring the tastes of our flavors. 

Feverishly we kiss, as I feel your hands move across my breasts and you unzip the front of the uniform blouse, exposing my rounded full breasts to you, my nipples pushing hard against the white lace bra. 

Your tongue moves down my neck, kissing, sucking, and savoring the salts of my body. My head is spinning out of control, as your presence has drowned all my sense of reality. Feeling the warmth of my hot breathe against my skin, while the soft tentacles of your wet tongue move downward to my breasts. Moving my lace bra out of the way, as you cup my breasts in your hands, still kissing the cleavage. Slowly, running your tongue around my breasts, circling the fullness of them, while your warm soft palm caresses them. Your tongue moves closer to the nipple, rolling your wet velvety tongue around it, placing it in your mouth as you suck on it ravishingly. 

The sexual energies within my body becomes electrified to your touch. My body is overcome with desire. While my mind wanders back to reality, as I hear the noise of the crowd in the not so far distance. I know that my sense of timing is coming back as I know that I must get back to the parade route and soon. 

My body betrays my mind at this point as I feel the warmth and softness of your lips and mouth upon me. Your touch, while your lips suckle my erect nipples, the softness of your warm hands exploring my body, command different from me. It becomes yours to do with as you please. 

Slowly my senses return for a moment and, I hear noises coming from the side of the building, hoping that it doesn't come this way. 

I touch your face slightly. Our eyes lock upon one another’s, exclaiming to you, "Baby, I can't do this right now. Not because I don't want you, because god knows I am so wet for you. Its because we may get caught, and it wouldn't look good on me for my job." 

You look at me and slowly you whisper, finally letting me hear the sweet sound of your voice, "Baby, I have not flown out here, not to have you. You are mine, and I must have you now, must taste you now, must feel you now." 

I lose it then. All caution is thrown to the wind, as I whisper, "Baby take me I am yours." 

Lifting me up, I wrap my legs around you, as you carry me to the trees that are behind this store. 

My arms are wrap around your shoulders and neck, kissing you passionately as you walk holding me. My tongue probing down into you’re mouth wanting to taste every part of you, inhaling your erotic scents. The ones, which emit an odor of the desire burning within you, turn me on even more. The heat between my legs is overwhelming, as you kneel, laying me down on the ground before you. You begin to undo my pants, along with my duty belt, as I kick off my shoes. All the while your eyes never leaving mine. You begin to unbutton your shirt as I pull off my pants, panties, shirt, and bra, leaving me completely naked as I watch you take off your shirt, unbuttoning, and unzipping your pants pulling them down. 

I gaze upon your handsomeness, in all your muscular strength, the curves of your manliness, and your glorious manhood. I lay there in awe of this beauty that God has given to love me. 

You move on top of me as I spread my legs feeling your hardness against my clit and stomach. Slowly you kiss my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, my cheek, running your tongue over my lips, parting my mouth with them, then pressing against them hard, trying to suck all my flavors. My kiss meets yours with the same amount of urgency. Our tongues probe deep into each other’s mouths, as they dual and dance with passion. The sounds of the fires burning within heard with each breath, as they become fierce with each new movement of our bodies against one another’s. 

You begin to move your hips up and down over me, teasing me with your hardness. Feeling the wetness between my legs grow hotter, coating my opening with my juices. The rounded tip of your swollen hardness pushing harder, with each stroke against my swollen clit. Moving your mouth to my ears, kissing them, whispering, "Baby, I have wanted this for so long!" 

My heart leaps, knowing that I to have wanted this and never felt that it could be. All my dreams, here before me! Your tongue moves downward to my breasts. Kissing and suckling all around them. Taking the erect nipples in your mouth wrapping your lips around them, sucking slowly, rolling your tongue around, nibbling just a little, sending chills up and down my spine. I moan at each touch of your tongue on me. 

Taking one of my arms, kissing the shoulder, down the elbow, forearm, hands, fingers, saying, "such delicate and soft skin, much to delicate to be carrying that big old gun there little lady." I can't help but chuckle at that, as you do as well. 

You continue to slowly glide your tongue back up my arm, and again to my breasts and nipples. My body responds as my shoulders lift to your lips, pressing my breast to you. Slowly you move downward to my stomach, darting your tongue in and out of my naval. 

My sexual energy, flowing throughout my body, as it responds to your every touch. The sensations all mixed together, as I watch you move along my body. Feel the slightest touch, hear your soft cries of desire, and see the delight in your face as you savor my flavors. 

Moving your tongue down to the side of my hairline, you smile as you kiss my heart tattoo that is there, tracing the outline with your tongue. Then moving downward to the top of my thighs, feeling the heat of your breath against my sensitive skin, as you tantalize and tease my every sense. Down my knee, lifting my leg as you do this, my calve where again you come to a tattoo of a unicorn, kissing it, as you reach my ankle. Slowly you move your tongue back up again. Traveling upward you decide to move to my inner leg. Wanting you so much, the burning desires deep within me, causing me to quiver to your every touch. My hips moving up and down in motion to the warmth of your tongue going up my leg, my wetness seeping through my lips. You see this, causing you to become more excited. Your hardness becoming rigid with anticipation. 

Running your tongue up my inner thighs, while my fingers part my lips to you exposing a very swollen and pulsating clit. You begin to stroke my clit with your tongue, slow strokes as your fingers move across the edge of the lips to my wetness. Moving from my clit to my ass and back up again, making the figure 8. Over and over you do this, and, as you do, you feel my body tensing. You insert two fingers into me and find the spot that you are looking for; you begin to rub it with the tip of your finger. Knowing that I am about ready to climax, you begin to move your finger back and forth against the spot as your tongue continues to suck, stroking on my clit, with a more rapid motion. You feel the heat of my juices building, my cries of pleasure more intense, the thrust of my hips pushing my clit harder to your lips, knowing its time...tap, tap, tap, as I begin to explode, and incredible, intense multi orgasm that runs from deep within me, filling ever part of my body with the energy of this sexual experience. My hips push up to your mouth as I yell in ecstasy. Your tongue moving rapidly, as you drink the juices of my love nest, sucking it, savoring it, enjoying all that I have to offer. 

Continuing in this orgasm, you move up me, looking pleadingly into your eyes, "baby, please let me feel you in me." Placing your hardness against my clit, as the spasms of my orgasm push against the tip of your swollen gorgeous thick shaft, then moving it downward to my love nest you push the head into me. Your eyes close as you feel the warmth of my nest wrap around the swollen tip. Looking at me as you smile and ask "baby, is this what you want?" 

"Oh yes, baby, please!" In a whisper, looking deep into your brilliant eyes, as you ask again, "baby, do you want my big cock inside you?" My les then wrap around you as my wetness tightens around your thick hard cock, sucking you into me, while you hold your hips steady. 

You know it won't take much for you to explode as you push hard into me. Opening me up as you stretch me with your thick huge cock. I moan deeply at the pleasurable feeling of you filling me completely. Feeling you deep inside of me, as my orgasm continues. 

My juices surrounding you as the walls to my love nest tighten around you, the heat of my nectar soaking into the pours of your huge thick cock. You slide in and out of me, stroking harder and deeper with each thrust, my juices still continuing inside, the sexual energy, combining making this orgasm last and last. My hips push up meeting yours, my legs wrapped around you as you push harder, deeper, faster, your thrust becoming more urgent as you feel your orgasm reaching the point of no return, the heat of my orgasm against your throbbing hardness, sending sensations throughout your body. I feel you driving deeper with each thrust, your heavy balls, slapping against my wet cheeks. In and out as your balls tighten, and you feel the climax begin. Looking at you with such lust as I cry out "Cum for me baby!" "I want to feel your hot cum deep inside me." Pushing you even deeper still into me as you lift my legs into the air. You and I cry in pleasure as my climax has reached its peak, and I feel your huge cock push hard and deep into me, the heat of your juices hitting deep inside of me. Over and over again as you move in and out pushing harder and harder with urgency deep within me. Our lips lock as we kiss passionately. Our breaths becoming one with another’s, inhaling each other’s sexual essences with each breath. In and out, until we have completely drained each other of all our juices. 

Turning over so that you are now laying, with me on top of you, I feel as our juices slide down your long shaft wetting both of us. I smile at you, as I begin to creep down your gorgeous body, feeling your now softening member against my tummy, then, sliding against my warm soft breasts as I move downward. My index finger and thumb wrap around your still semi-hard glorious manhood, The glistening of our delicious nectar shining upon it. My mouth begins to salivate wanting to feast upon our juices. 

My tongue slowly parts my lips as it begins to circle the tip of your huge cock. My hot breath against your wet sensitive skin, tingling your sexual essences, making your hardness grow yet again. My lips part slightly only to enclose upon your now hardening cock. The rose petal soft tentacles of my tongue begin to suck against the swollen head, pressing against the tiny opening upon the tip while the warmth of my mouth surround you. The taste of our nectar mixed within my salivating glands, letting me drink up our intoxicating juices. 

I hear your moans of pleasure as you feel my mouth begin to move downward along your long thick shaft. My hand moves down to your heavy balls, so that my warm palm can caress and massage them. 

Inch by inch my mouth moves downward along your hard shaft, filling my mouth completely as my lips stretch open around your huge cock. Savoring all our juices as you push your hips deeper into my throat. Your hands reach holding my head while your fingers play with my long brown hair. Your hips push up to me, forcing my mouth open, driving your swollen cock head deep into my throat. Moaning, "Suck my big cock baby." "Take all of me." 

The sound of your pleasure drives me over the edge once again, as I feel myself wet with passions. My mouth pushes further down on your long thick shaft as my hand continues to caress your balls. My finger begins to move behind your balls, teasingly. Pressing slightly upward and forward, as my finger moves from behind your balls to your puckered opening, and back again. 

Pushing your hips hard to me as you feel my teasing, driving your huge cock deep into my throat, and I swallow. Feeling your swollen head against my throat as my lips touch the base of your thick hardness, brushing slightly against your heavy balls. 

"Oh yeah baby, take it all!" you moan out in pleasure. Your hips begin to work your huge cock in and out my warm wet mouth. My tongue stroking your long shaft as you slide in and out. Feeling the deep veins against your thin skin. Sucking you deeper with every push of your hips to me. My hands massaging your heavy balls, while my fingers move with more pressure against your puckered opening. 

Your hand moves to my nest as you motion me to move on my side. Your finger stroking my wet swollen clit, as two others push hard into my glistened opening. 

Feeling your balls tighten, I move my lips over your huge swollen head, sliding my tongue down along the underside of your thick cock, down to your balls. My tongue then begins to circle around them one by one, while my warm palm wraps around your hard cock and continues to stroke the long shaft up and down. My lips open to each testicle, taking it within my warm wet mouth. You feel my velvety tongue circle around it, drinking up our juices from earlier. Taking them one by one, then both together as I suck and lick them clean of our nectar. Then as I release them, my tongue slides gently behind them and touches your puckered opening slightly, circling it, but, only for a moment, as my hand continues to stroke your hardness. I hear you cry "Ohh YES baby!" Lifting your legs for me, as my wet warm tongue presses against your gspot, then, moving my mouth back up your balls, my fingers replace my lips, resuming my tease with them, as my mouth works its way back up your pulsating hardness. 

I feel your balls tightening as I begin to slide my wet, soft tongue along your throbbing vein beneath your long cock. Knowing you are near orgasm, and feeling myself near as well, as your fingers, stroke my clit and gspot. My hips buck to your hand as you push deep inside my love nest. 

My mouth opens around your swollen thick head once more, as you push hard and deep into my mouth. One hand holding my head as your hips thrust into my face, driving your hardness deep into my throat once again. My mouth filled with your delicious flavors, as I suckle and savor each inch of your gorgeous cock. My warm palm wrapped around your ample balls, while my fingers press against your puckered opening, entering your slightly, with my little finger as I push forward toward your balls. 




Mardi Gras



Your body begins to jerk with pleasure, and you cry "Baby, I am cumming!! Drink up all my hot cum baby!!" My mouth grips around your thick shaft as your hips push hard into my throat, feeling the beginning of your delectable nectar hit against my throat and I swallow, feeling your delicious juices slide down into my throat. 

My body contracts in a such a climax as you fill my mouth with your love potion. 

My mouth continues to lick and lap up all you have to offer. Feeling your throbbing hardness jerk with each spasm of your eruption. Lifting my lips from your gorgeous cock so that the last of your spray may fall upon my face and breasts. Feeling the hot cum hit against my skin as I begin to rub it into my pores. My body glistens with your juice. 

You lay beside me, and we kiss, not wanting this moment to end. Looking at one another as you say "I thought you were cute with the uniform," glancing downward upon me "but, I see I prefer you without." 

Of course the parade ended without me, but now, I no longer look to the Mardi Gras parades with dread.



Mardi Gras



Midnight.

The rest of the city was in a state of frenzy, partying itself into a stupor. My roommate had left early the day before saying she'd see me… eventually. Having moved in only a few weeks before, she was plainly baffled by my behaviors.

She simply could not understand someone living in the very heart of New Orleans, and not being interested in partying. Especially during the Mardi Gras celebrations. Then again she had already admitted that she just didn't, and possibly never would "Get me".

I didn't have the heart to tell her. She was so keen to set me up as her eccentric reclusive roommate… She had wandered into my room once or twice. Stared at the walls decorated with art by H R Geiger, Luis Royo, and Olivia. Glanced through my book case with my collection of Stephen King, Peter Straub, Neil Gaiman , Anne Rice as well as my gaming (Vampire and D&D books mostly). Noticed that I had candles all over the room and a collection of tarot decks… 

Well, you can imagine the things she had decided. She was convinced that I was a witch or something, and I think the idea kind of excited her…

I obliged by not explaining that I just didn't feel like partying at the moment. I'd gotten tired of bar or party hopping. Watching people hook up, pairing off to wander away alone. Or, worse, loving couples snuggling and whispering to each other.

To put it simply… I was lonely.

I'd spent most of the night in my room curled up with a bottle of 21 yr. old scotch, watching movies. The movie was over, the bottle was half gone, it was midnight and I was bored. Anything had to be better than this… So with that thought I turned off the TV and wandered to the closet in search of something to wear.

With a devious smirk, I climbed into a pair of fishnets and my favorite skirt. Black, ankle length, slit up both sides to mid thigh. A low cut, tight, black see through shirt covered by a filmy red see through shirt. A pair of knee high platform boots. 

With a glance at the mirror, I decided that the slightly mussed state of my nearly hip length red curls was good, and grabbed the last bit of my outfit on the way downstairs. The collar slipped around my neck, a comfortable weight with its heavy silver ring resting against the hollow of my throat. I dropped the by now nearly empty bottle of scotch on a coffee table as I headed to the door.

Generally I make it a rule not to go out alone, Especially drinking or partying. To make up for it, I headed to my favorite club which was only a ten minute walk, or stumble, from my door. The bartender and most of the bouncers knew me there, and would keep an extra eye out for me. 

As soon as I got there, I was let in, accompanied by much grumbling from the line of people waiting for entrance. Tony, the guy at the door, grinned and gave me a hug. "Looking great… Glad to see you again, Red…" 

I returned the hug. "I'm alone tonight."

"He nodded, having played Big Brother a time or two in the past. "Plan to leave that way?" 

I shrugged. "You know my type…"

He laughed and patted me on the ass. "Talk to Ken, he'll point you in the right direction…"

Ken was the bartender, a broad shouldered gentle natured bisexual who's taste in men and women was almost identical to my own. He leaned across the bar to kiss my cheek as he asked for my pleasure. 

"Something tall, dark, and insatiable?" I asked with a wink.

"Redheaded slut?" he asked with a grin, mixing the aptly named drink as he scanned the crowd intently.

"Something new, I think." I responded as he handed the drink over. 

We laughed, and he leaned over to whisper in my ear "Near the left speaker…"

I followed his gaze and grinned. "Yummy." I muttered as I studied the figure dancing alone in my usual spot. He looked about 6'1", an interesting mix of African American and probably Italian. Shaven head. Dark sunglasses. No shirt to hide his well-muscled torso. Tight black jeans, and boots.

I finished my drink and headed across the dance floor to the speakers. On my way past the DJ's booth I waved and mouthed my request for NIN's Closer. The DJ, one of my favorite, waved back and grinned. "Next" he promised.

It was an old game and I knew every move. I danced near the guy, but not enough to make him move out of the way. As the song wound down I brushed past him. "You're in my spot." I grinned up at him. 

He laughed. "Got your name on it?"

I nodded, moving closer "Look under your feet!"

He took a step back, looking down to where in Huge Red letters it said "RED" on the floor. "You're Red?" he asked, grinning at me.

I nodded just as the spotlight stopped over me and the DJ said "A song for my favorite girl, Red…" and Closer started.

I bowed low to the ground, praying that I wouldn't pop out of the low cut shirt and ruin the moment. The guy blushed and started to move away, but I grabbed his hand. "I don't mind sharing, if you're friendly…" without letting go I began to move with the music, hips and body swinging in a serpentine fashion that served to entrance my already captive audience.

He laughed softly, almost growling as he dropped my hand. We moved closer but stopped just short of touching as his body echoed the movements of my own.

We danced through several songs, never saying a word. After nearly an hour, he reached out, hooking a finger through the ring in my collar. "Have a drink with me, Red." Without waiting for a response, he turned, leading me back to the bar.

Ken grinned as he saw us coming, a glitter of jealousy in his eyes. "Whatever the lady wants." my companion said, pulling me up beside him. Letting go of the collar, he wrapped an arm around my waist. 

Ken glanced me over, reaching for a glass as at the same time we both said "Water" I laughed "Thanks Kenny, you know me too well…" 

"He just smirked as he handed the glass over and looked to my companion. "One for you…" he let the question trail off, obviously waiting for an introduction.

"Mark, and please." He answered in an amused tone.

Once the second water was handed over, we headed upstairs where a number of fans and couches provided a comfy place to cool down and chat for a while. He settled into a corner of a couch and reached up, tugging at the collar until I fell into his lap. I smiled, perfectly content to snuggle up against his lovely chest.

I crossed my legs, propping the heel of one boot against the edge of a table. He watched the movement, eyes running up my legs to where the slit in the skirt had pulled up several inches, stopping just short of showing anything. He looked almost disappointed to notice, but grinned as he ran one finger from the top of my boot to where the skirt rested. "Sexy…" he said in a low, gravely voice.

Something about the voice struck me then, and I looked at him closely for the first time. The glasses gave only my reflection, and impulsively I reached out to remove them. His hand jumped as if to stop me, but he put it back on my thigh again, watching me closely as I studied his face.

"Well?" he asked, tilting his head to the side to study me as intently as I was studying him. Light glinted across his eyes, almost seeming to reflect against those dark pools, and I gasped.

I wasn't at the club, I was at home, snuggled up in my bed, dreaming. There was no possible way that I could be curled up in the lap of this man who's hand was almost subtly working its way up my thigh, slipping beneath my skirt. There was no way that this crooked grin was meant for me as his other arm pulled me toward him for a kiss.

It simply wasn't possible that his mouth was moving on mine, his tongue slipping between my slightly parted lips. There wasn't a chance in hell that it was His hand that had reluctantly moved from under my skirt to stroke my breast. He wasn't kissing me breathless… Not him… It was all a dream, and since it was only a dream I gave in.

The kiss broke then, as if he sensed my acceptance. His eyes were on mine, he was still waiting for an answer to his question. I was breathing heavy, my breasts rising and falling in away that he seemed to appreciate as he glanced down to watch them. "Oh" was all that I could say, and I felt like a complete moron. 

The man I had been fantasizing about for months had just kissed me, fondled me, and was showing every sign of being interested in quite a bit more. His hand moved to my breast again, pushing the filmy red shirt aside, then pulling the tight black tank out of the way as he closed his lips over my nipple, through the bra. All of this was really happening, and all that I could say was oh…

So I said it again, several times, as he unsnapped my bra for better access, rolling one nipple between his fingers as he sucked on the other. My stream of "oh, oh oh…" had become a soft sigh, a whimper, and then a moan as he shifted his body so that I was pinned against the back of the couch.

Another moan escaped as he pulled away, quickly pulling my shirt up to cover my swollen breasts. His low chuckle was echoed by laughter as a group reached the top of the stair, heading in our direction. He moved to shield me somewhat as I scrambled my clothes back into place. They would know exactly what they'd interrupted but that didn't matter. I didn't mind people knowing that I was with this man, so long as they weren't getting a free show.

They passed by us, several making smart ass comments about us not stopping on their account, guys offering to lend a hand, the usual. Mark stood slowly, his already tight jeans were quite a bit tighter than they'd been when we met on the dance floor. I smirked at his discomfort as he tugged on the collar saying "C'mon Red, lets go home."

We were almost to the stairs when I heard a female voice call out "Red?" sounding almost shocked. 

I turned, blushing slightly as my roommate ran up to me. She stared hard at me, not missing a detail. Her eyes widened slightly as she studied my lover, obviously recognizing him as I had. I shook my head at her, handing him his sunglasses, and pushing him toward the stairs. "If you can crash somewhere else for a few days…" I winked and turned to follow him before she could say a word.

We rushed downstairs and practically ran to the door, pausing only to wave to Kenny. Tony caught the mad dash and stepped in my way. 

"Problem, Red?" 

I shook my head, grinning up at him, then glancing to my companion. "Nothing a little privacy won't fix, Tony." He blushed, and I smirked as he let us past. "Got a car?" I asked my new friend as he turned toward the parking lot, he shook his head and I grinned. "Good, we can walk from here."

Ten minutes later I was locking the front door behind me, throwing the chain on for good measure, just in case the roommate decided to ignore my request. We just stood there for several minutes, looking at each other. He had one of those know-it-all smirks on his lips as he waited, finally saying "Go ahead, ask…"

I shook my head and grabbed my head, leading him upstairs to my bedroom. I walked right to the center of the room, but he stood in the doorway, looking around at the walls, then finally up at the ceiling. I pointed to my computer, blushing slightly. For a couple of minutes he stood completely silent and still. He looked up at the ceiling, then at my computer, then at me.

Just as he seemed about to say something, I pointed to a stack of DVD's next to my TV. Silently he walked over, flipping through the movies, then set them down again. He walked to the computer, staring at the background on my screen. He walked to the middle of the room, looking up at the poster over the bed. He looked at me. "Oh" he said.

I couldn't help it. I'd been so nervous, thinking he'd be offended, thinking he'd leave… I was terrified that my fantasy was about to end before it had barely begun. I giggled. The giggle turned into a chuckle, and the chuckle became full out laughter. I laughed so hard I fell backward onto the bed, rolling on my side, clutching my stomach.

After a moment the laughter was echoed, not as near hysterical as my own, but he was laughing. The bed bounced as he flopped down, pulling me into his arms. The laughter faded as he started kissing me, his hands moving to pull both of my shirts off, again exposing my breasts. He weighed them in his hands, but before he could do more, I stopped him.

"Mark." He looked at me, waiting. "I wanted you before I knew."

He grinned, brushing the hair away from my face. "I know" 

I wriggled away from him to sit up so I could pull off my boots and the fishnets… He pulled off his boots and looked at me questioningly. I gestured for him to stand in front of me, scooting to the edge of the bed. My skirt made me think of a loincloth as I climbed up to my knees, reaching for the snap on his jeans. I undid them slowly, teasing myself as I pulled the zipper down. I let my fingers linger, lightly rubbing against the denim for a moment, but I was too impatient.

I grasped the denim at his hips, slowly pulling downward. I forced my eyes upward, watching his face as I slowly pulled his jeans and shorts down low enough so that he could kick them away. Two dark pools of midnight desire watched me intently. I shivered and dragged my gaze back downward, reaching out to take him in one hand. My fingers wrapped around the width, barely touching. 

With another quick glance up at him, catching sight of those enigmatic eyes, I leaned forward as he took a step closer to accommodate me. My tongue darted out quickly, fluttering across the tip, swirling around the head several times before my lips closed around it. My other hand slipped up the inside of his thigh, moving to cup the testes. Lightly I rolled them between my fingers as I took more of the length into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the head and down the shaft.

He was completely silent, hardly even breathing as he watched the top of my head. One hand moved out to brush through my hair, but he didn't hold on or try to force my head. I was pleased, and rewarded him for the consideration by managing to take almost the entire length. I swallowed, contracting the muscles in my throat, pulling a little more in.

There was a soft moan from above me before the hand in my hair tightened, pulling me back as he pulled out of my mouth. I pouted up at him and he shook his head. "Too good…" he muttered, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed. "I don't wanna come like that, not yet…" I nodded, still pouting. He grinned, pulling me onto the very edge of the bed, his mouth moving to my breast as his hands pushed my skirt further up my hips. 

His laughter, with his lips wrapped around my nipple, made me shiver. He'd discovered that I had Nothing on but the skirt, and was apparently pleased. Soon he tugged at the waist of the skirt, making me raise my hips so he could pull it off. He moved before I could settle onto the bed, pulling my knees onto his shoulders as he nibbled at the inside of my thigh.

I supported myself on my elbows as I watched him, still half afraid that any moment soon I would wake, and it would end like all my other fantasies. I couldn’t quite grasp my mind around the fact that yes, this was Vin Diesel, the actor I had been lusting after, and it was really happening. Thought became irrelevant then, as his hands pressed my thighs wider and his tongue snaked out to taste me.

Somehow I held back a moan, and resisted the urge to fall onto the bed. I wanted to see this, I wanted to know every moment that this was real. I was afraid that if I so much as blinked, the spell would break and I would be alone again. His lips closed around the sensitive button as two fingers dipped into my wetness. The moan escaped, and my elbows gave up as I lay back on the bed. I could feel myself moving toward orgasm but didn’t want it, not yet. It was too much, and nowhere near enough…  I didn’t want to come without feeling him inside me.

“Please…” I managed to gasp as I tried to squirm away from him.

His mouth pressed tighter against me, and a low chuckle sent a ripple of sensation through me.

“Please… Mark… Vin… Not like this…” I pushed at him and managed to break free, scrambling back onto the bed. I practically launched myself at the bedside table, digging through the drawer until I found a pack of condoms. Really, I hated the things, but I hated the mess and the potential dangers of going without. In a perfect world I could feel him without the protective barrier, but I didn’t really see this lasting beyond tonight, or if I was lucky these last few days of the celebrations.

His hand closed over mine as I ripped the wrapper open, and he smiled. Tossing the foil aside I grinned and reached for him, sliding the latex into place even as he pushed me back onto the bed. His mouth pressed against mine as our tongues slipped past teeth and lips to explore. He ran one hand through my hair, fanning it out across the pillow, and smiled down at me.

It seemed like there should be words, some sort of question or declaration, but they didn’t seem to be important or even necessary. I’d told him the thing that was most important to me at the time, that I hadn’t known who he really was when I pretty much threw myself at him. I didn’t want to be like the drooling fan girls, who just wanted to add a celebrity to their lists, say they had bagged him. I couldn’t say I loved him, since I only knew the characters he portrayed. There were simply no words for what I wanted to say, and he seemed to understand that.

Sort of gently he wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing me back against the bed. He pulled my hands from his shoulders, capturing both wrists in one of his hands. We stayed like that for a moment, with him pressing against me. I was impatient, as always.

I tightened my legs, pulling him closer so that I could feel his heat pressed against mine. A thrust from him would complete the moment, and I waited. He stared into my eyes for a long moment, seeming to search for something, some form of reassurance perhaps. I held nothing back, and apparently he found what he needed, as very slowly he began to move into me.

It had been a while for me, close to a year if not longer. I winced slightly at the sensation, then gasped. I felt as though I was being stretched, spread open to accommodate him. Which, I suppose, was true. He moved with an excruciating slowness, pressing forward, moving deeper within until the entire length was enveloped. He stayed there for a moment, rotating his hips slightly, then just as slowly began to pull out.

I felt the tremors begin, though it was no surprise. I knew it would take little more than this before the moment would come for me. I moaned, breaking free of the kiss, and pressed my face against his shoulder. He released my arms, which instantly wrapped around his neck. I felt his lips press against my throat, then a slight but delicious pain as his teeth closed on my shoulder.

My head fell back, electricity singed my veins, tiny static shocks went through my body as the orgasm washed over me. I thought for a moment that I was drowning in an intense dark sea, then realized that he had pulled away and was staring into my eyes. I felt trapped, like the serpent’s prey, but didn’t want to escape. He put all his weight on one arm as he wrapped the other around my waist. Neither of us blinked as we watched the reactions and emotions play.

The pace quickened with each thrust and withdrawal, a relentless advance that drove me through a series of aftershocks and brought him closer to satisfaction. I held tight onto his shoulders as I moved with him, nails scraping as my teeth nipped along his collarbone. My body ached already, and I was sure that if he was holding back, I was glad for it. There was an intensity, whether it was his, my own, or both I wasn’t sure… But I wasn’t entirely positive I would survive much more than this.




Mardi Gras



His thrusts were harder, his face very serious as the tension gathered within his body. Our eyes locked together again and I smiled, raking my nails across his lower back. I could feel him pulsing deep within as his release was answered by another of my own. Time froze, centered around those sensations, then eventually reasserted itself. Carefully he withdrew one last time, tossed away the used condom then pulled me tight against him. I felt his lips brush across my cheek as his arms wrapped around my waist. His breathing became even as he drifted into sleep. 

An Aerosmith song played in my head as I watched him. “Don’t wanna close my eyes, I don’t wanna fall asleep. Cause I’d miss you babe, and I don’t wanna miss a thing…”

I woke up the next morning, my roommate’s stereo blaring some song that didn’t seem to have words so much as a continuous monotone. My head throbbed at the light coming through an open window and I whimpered, pulling a sheet up over my head. I wrapped my arms around the body pillow that had been my constant and exclusive bed partner for close to if not over a year. 

“Good morning, Vin.” I whispered and pressed my lips against the pillow, trying to cling to the last remnants of my dream.



Mardi Gras



We take a quick flight down to Mardi Gras for a weekend jaunt to celebrate..The sexual tension is very heated during the ride down..We sit close to each other on the plane. Both of us have had a long week and we are looking forward to some time away, just for some fun, some relaxation and a promise of some naughtiness to come...

As the flight takes off, I whisper in your ear, that I removed my panties in the ladies room right before the flight..You look down and notice that I am wearing a white blouse and a black mini skirt. You can see my garter belt because I have allowed my skirt to ride up just a touch too high. Just enough to give you a glimpse of the pleasure you are to enjoy later on..My stockings are sheer black with lace at the top. You know that I am smooth since I just was waxed during the week in anticipation of our weekend together..You look up to see my nipples straining through my lacy bra, you can see them through my blouse. They are firm, tight, they ache for your touch...

We make eye contact, you can see the desire, the lust in my eyes, I need you now, soon.....You can almost feel the heat radiating between my legs...I want you so much. I'm silently begging for you, needing you, your mouth and hands all over me...Your cock in me..Your tongue all over my body. The plane is full, there is no where to slip away, to fulfill our carnal lust...You rest your hand on my thigh, I almost orgasm at your touch..I lean over and kiss your neck, your ears, I whisper in your ear how much I want you, how bad I want to touch you, taste you, feel you inside of me..How much I want to bring pleasure to you..The plane lands and we rush out to grab our luggage and hop into a cab to race to our hotel...

Once inside, all checked in, we are ushered to our room. Our lust has disapated...some...You pour me a bath, bubbles and candles are lit..Wine is poured.. The water is hot and smells delicious...I slowly lower myself in the water.. It is heaven..I invite you into the jacuzzi tub to join me...

After our bath, we dress..I choose to dress very sexy in a black merriwidow, black thigh high stockings, black stilettos and a gorgeous dress. You surprise me with a mask to wear to our Mardi Gras party...Little do I know what type of party you have arranged for our evening...With my hair brushed out and silky down my back, all dressed up, you escort me into a cab and on to our party...You too are in a mask as the night is full of illusion and intrigue...

We pull up to a stately mansion, everyone outside is dressed just like us, very elegant and stylish..We walk to the front door, we are greeted by a very handsome man and woman...However, this party is unlike any party that I have ever been to..When we walk inside, I look around, I am almost taken aback by what I see around me...Virtually everyone inside is naked and performing some type of sexual act on one another..You look to see what type of reaction is on my face, you are hesitant as you are unsure of what my reaction may be...You are both delighted and surprised as you see a huge grin start to spread on my face as you know I would never seek a party out like this myself, however I am welcoming this party now that I have been brought to it..

I quickly shed my inhibitions, we mingle with others, we have a glass of wine. You slowly move me to one corner of the room. There is another gentlemen there, alone.. All three of us start to chat..The conversation is pleasant, yet has a serious sexual undertone to it...As we are chatting with this gentlemen, you start to unzip my dress, it falls to the floor, I am pleasantly surprised as both of you look as me with lust and desire..I can see your erection through your pants, I know what is in store for me.. I am instantly moist with anticipation, knowing that you will be inside me soon...Both of you start to touch and fondle my breasts, which you know I love...He kisses my neck, you run your hands through my hair...We are kissing, I unzip you pants, then his..We could care less who is in the room and who is watching. I am filled with such desire, such need for the both of you...

I kneel to the ground, your cock is in my mouth, pumping furiously...I am stroking him with my hands..You are gently pulling at my hair..I am fondling your scrotum, lightly scraping my nails over it as I know that you like that so much...I can't get enough of you...You taste sooo good, you feel huge in my mouth, such a turn on to me...He is now touching me, his head is now between my legs, licking, tugging at me, bringing me to orgasm...You quickly get behind me, you take me in one thrust..He is still between my legs, licking and sucking on me while you are thrusting in me..I almost can't stand how good this feels to me...

We now move to me being on top of you riding you while I am giving him head. Riding you feels soo incredible, you are skilled, you know exactly where I want to be touched, tasted, licked, fondled..No communication is necessary as we have done this dozens of times before. We know each others bodies and how we react to one another...

From my lovers prespective~

As you turn away from me, you continue riding me but he centers himself in front of you, and you deliberately begin caressing his hardest member, licking the tip and some of the pre-cum off of it. You move slowly on my cock, as you want to save our cuming together with possibly him cuming inside your mouth.

You begin slowly taking him into your mouth, sucking it back and forth as your pussy rocks on my cock! You pickup the rhythm as your pussy dictates your mouth and it's speed. Suddenly, I begin to feel you clamping down on me, and my moment is arriving too! 

Between your moans while sucking him, I begin to hear your breathing becoming more short, and his eyes are clamped tightly shut. . .and his hips are bracing for the motherload. I see you sucking him feverishly in response to my thrusting harder and harder inside of you. We all begin yelling and screaming, bringing the others that have been watching us closer, to watch us orgasm all together. 

You pull his cock out just as he releases all over your face, and I explode inside of you and you're wasted. He collapses onto the sofa next to me, and you turn around on me, and we begin to lick and kiss each other, me tasting his cum on your face & lips. I suddenly feel you begin riding me again, bucking our hips in motion together, knowing this time we're both ready for a second visit to orgasm heaven. . .



Mardi Gras and Mom



It's usually the most exciting time in the "Big Easy" and this weekend was no exception. Mom and Dad always made a trip down there every other year when they could afford it. Last year my parents had gone through an ugly divorce and my father had been found cheating on my mom with one of his clients. In the end, mom got most of everything and a huge chunk of money. She wanted to go and have a vacation with her only child, but still have the chance to scratch "her itch".

Before I go any further, I should tell you my moms "a babe"! She's 5'8", brunette, bright blue eyes, with a measurement of 38-27-36( I heard her describe it once jokingly to [SPC1]her sister). If she has any fat, its well placed. Once when I was younger I saw her come out of their bedroom holding just a towel in front of her tanned light skin and her inside thighs were leaking a white fluid. To this day I still get a woody remembering it.

Anyway, back to the start of my sexual education. Mom had taken me down to "The Big Easy" to get into the festival mood. We had planned on being down there for a week of parades and sight seeing. Shortly after the second day, about 4 p.m., we had walked around and ended up on one of the corners of Bourbons Street. Being a 18 yr. old jock with raging hormones and a nice 9in. cock, I was in no rush to turn around. Mom noticing where we were and tried to talk me into turning around and going back the way we came because we could get more beads from around the parade area. "We have plenty of time to go back mom...let's try this way once."

"Well, I guess your old enough to see what happens," replied mom.

I was so horny walking down those streets seeing all ages of women showing off their tits and ass. People flashing all parts of their body. I even saw a couple off in the corner doorway doing it against the window panel ( they were both facing each other with her legs around the guys waist and moving hard against each other). Mom saw this also and had a blush on her face when I turned to look at her. "People are a little wild this year!" mom replied.

A guy walked up to mom and had asked her to show her tits. I'm thinking it had to do with the fact that mom had worn a white tube top and was pushing her cleavage up well. Mom looked at me and smiled saying "Hold my drink and stand close to me please." With a bit of negotiating about which beads and a few jealous teasing looks. Mom lifted her top to chin level showing her almost perfect tits( they had a little sag, but no tan lines). Mom seemed so overjoyed about having all the guys looking at her body. She even jumped up and down shaking her tits for more worthless beads. After that mom and me must have walked up and down that street 20 times at least. Her showing off her athletic tan body and me every so often whipping out my hard penis to older women. Mom had also taken notice of this too, but said nothing then, just smiled with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Kid...isn't it past your bed time?" she joked.

"Wow, I can't believe its almost 3a.m. except for all the beads around our necks and body," looking for my watch face under all bead wraparounds. "But I still feel so...alive...I just don't want to quit!"

"I think we should, its going to be along day tomorrow also." Mom winked at me.

As we went back to the hotel we were staying at, mom kept her arm around my body, pressing her big breasts and tight ass against me. I opened the door to our room and walked up to the chair pealing off all the beads we had "acquired". Just as I was down to my jocky shorts, which didn't hide my stiff cock, I noticed mom had not closed the bathroom door and was stripping in front of the mirror and me. Holding her breasts up with her hands and admiring their form. She quickly pulled and twisted her nipples till they were hard and reddish. Turning the light off in the bathroom and walking with a bounce in her step to her bed. Mom glanced at my erection and smiled, "Just how long has it been that way?"

"Since I seen your..." pausing with a glance at her chest.

"Oh, my. Then I guess its my fault for not paying attention earlier when we got to Bourbon Street."

"Your father and I just loved to walk up down this street flashing everybody and later having mind boggling sex on some side street or doorway." Staring kinda off into the distance.

As mom came back to reality, she walked up to me and slowly dropped to her knees. Sticking her thumbs around the waist band and looking up at me. "I know I shouldn't do this, but I'm horny and it looks like you could write on a diamond with that hard cock of yours, so for this once and once only occasion. I'll let you fuck me, but in the ass......if that's o.k. with you?"

Like I was going to say, "No."

I just shook my head up and down and let her place my member in her mouth. Mom was no slouch in this department when it came to giving a blowjob. She moved back and forth repeatedly, soft and tenderly ,then hard and fast. This goddess was sending me to new emotional highs. Mom must have known I was close to cumming cause she got up and squeezed the base of the shaft hard. Leading me to her bed ,she slowly bent over. "Honey, I'm just so horny...please stick it into my pussy a few quick times to get it really wet before you enter my ass." 

I looked at fine tight little ass she spread her legs for me to enter her pussy. Mom must have shaved both her legs and pussy, because I saw no hair anywhere. WOW!!

Slowly I rubbed my hard cock against her opening getting it nice and wet. My mother was face down in the pillows letting out little moans as I teased her passageway. "Come on, baby...stick that fuck rod in me."

Not one to disappoint women, I slipped it slowly into her, feeling how soft and tight her pussy was. We slowly started fucking back and forth a few short times. Mom pulled forward and covered her pussy with her hand and then rubbed her backdoor with her own juices. Looking over her shoulder, "Go for it Stud!" Placing my cock at her entrance, I slowly pushed my way into the tightest feeling I've ever felt. Mom's hands tightened to the bed sheets till her knuckles turned white. Her body started shaking while adjusting to my large member penetration. "OH MY GOD...UH...YOUR SO BIG...IT FEELS LIKE YOUR SPLITTING ME OPEN!"

Being my first time at any real sex( a few gropes in the back of a car or in my girlfriends bedroom, but nothing this good) I stopped. "I'm so sorry mom...do you want me to stop?"

"Please god no... just give me a moment to adjust." Breathing heavy, "Your just bigger than your father...hmm...and I love it...oh yeah...keep it pumping baby...uh, uh, uh."

Her body started to shake and push back harder on my cock. Mom had one hand under rubbing pussy and the other twisting her nipple.

"Come...on....baby.....uh....make....mommy happy......uh."

"Mom...your ass feels so good....I don't now how much longer I can stand it."

"Cum in mommy's ass...oh god...uh, uh...oh yes...pump faster...that's it...uh, uh, uh."

After about 20 minutes of good hard pushing. I came in my own moms ass so hard that it was running down my mom's pussy and inside thigh. She shook so many times that I thought she went into seizures. As I slumped down on my mother's back with my cock still in her ass I reached out and turn off the night light. We slept this way almost till morning. I woke up with mom running a warm cloth up and down my hard cock again. But that's another story.