0 comments/ 47512 views/ 3 favorites The Shower By: Indy It was a long drive... Terri was tired, hungry and felt she needed a shower desperately. I had dinner all ready for her and all I had to do was drop the pasta in the boiling water. I kissed her hello and pointed her toward the bathroom where her towel and scented soap were waiting for her. "Let me know when you're ready for your back to be washed," I told her. "Ok," she said. I could tell she was drained. I went and busied myself in the kitchen, anxiously waiting to see her wet, naked body. Table set, candles lit, the salads waiting for dressing. What to do, what to do? I couldn't stand it any longer. I went into the bathroom, the scent of her soap assailing my nostrils. "Ready for me yet?" I asked. "Sure! Here ya go," she said in her silky smooth voice. I opened the curtain and reached for the soapy cloth as she turned her back to me. The sight of her naked body made it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand. Gently, at first, I soaped up her back, then applied a little more pressure, giving her a good back scrubbing. Her back washed, I didn't want to stop touching her. "If you'll turn around, I'll wash your front too," I said sheepishly. With a grin on her face, she turned to face me. She looked past me to the opened curtain, "You're getting your floor all wet, Honey". I looked down and sure enough, there was a large puddle of water standing on the floor. "I guess so," was my response as I opened the curtain and stepped into the shower - fully clothed. My clothes were instantly soaked, and my nipples hardened as my T-shirt became saturated. I was obviously excited. After washing her breast, and drawing circles around them with my hands, I presented her to the spray of water to rinse them, and bent down to kiss each one. Holding her waist, the kisses on her breast became more intense and I sucked each one in my mouth. Letting the water rain down on my own body, I closed my eyes and let the water run into my mouth. I released her breast from my mouth and dropped to my knees. She placed a foot on the edge of the bathtub, which opened her up to me. I knelt between her legs, her womanhood directly above my head. Her clitoris exposed and eagerly awaiting my tongue, I obliged and began licking her clit. My hands were on her hips as they began rocking back and forth allowing my tongue to stay stationary. The rhythm of her hips became faster and faster across my tongue as her orgasm began to build... the strokes became shorter and shorter. I applied more pressure to my tongue. Then she stopped... I knew she was about to explode. I grabbed her hips with my hands, buried my face in her pussy and sucked and licked as she grabbed my head and pulled me further into her. Her knees bent as though to pull me deeper. Her orgasm was explosive! I inserted two fingers to feel her juices flow, and my own orgasm was instantaneous. I continued licking and sucking until the wave passed, then dipped my head to lap up her juices with my tongue. The water was freezing by now. She quickly rinsed any remaining soap off her body as I began removing my wet clothes. I kissed her long and deep...loving the feel of her lips on mine. I opened the curtain, and she asked sweetly, "Where do you think you're going?" "I'm going to make the pasta," was my reply. "Don't I get to do you?" she asked. "Baby, you've already done me," I said as I reached for my towel and handed one to her. The End The Shower Waking up with him next to her, still in a sleepy daze she if wondering if she is dreaming the evening before runs through her mind as she lies there watching him sleep. A smile comes to her face, she is where she belongs again....with him. Kissing him lightly on the face she gets up to shower, letting him sleep. She enters the bathroom with all of all last nights love making running through her mind, just thinking of it was getting her so excited, she turns on the shower and drops her robe to the floor, running her hands down her body as remembers feeling his hands on her last night, tracing every inch of her with first his hands, then his mouth with his soft lips and teasing tongue, the thoughts of this are making her crazy with desire...as she watches herself in the mirror running her hands down, brushing them across her breasts, feeling how hard her nipples have already become just from the thoughts. She continues to tease her own body with her hands tracing lightly down her stomach sliding them down her hips then to her inner thighs, just letting them run lightly over her V and back up her stomach to her breast, taking each nipple between her finger tips twisting and teasing as she watches her self, she grows so wet watching herself in the mirror. She lets one of her hands find its way back down, running lightly across her clit, swollen from the excitement of watching herself in the mirror and thinking of him...her hand slides further between her legs feeling the moistness there letting her finger slide in to moisten it as she moves back up and then down again as she moves her other hand to her mouth seductively taking her fingers in her mouth wetting them then back down to breasts she continues to twist her nipples, her wet fingers moving across her chest from breast to breast. Little did she know, that all this time she had an audience, she had no idea he was watching her in the mirror standing at an angle outside the bathroom where she could not see him. Watching her...and knowing she had no idea that he was there was driving him wild, he had grown hard, finding it difficult not to enter the bathroom and join her erotic activities. But being the voyeur was exciting in and of itself. She stops and decides to continue her activities in the warmth of the shower, feeling the warm water run down her body she decides to leave the shower curtain open so she can continue watching herself as she brings herself pleasure. He can still see her every move as her hand finds it way back down rubbing her clit up and down, she feels how wet she is as she lets her finger slide in, moving in and out....slowly at first then faster and faster...as she grows closer and closer to orgasm he sees that familiar flush that comes over her, that look on her face, the look in her eyes he has seen so many times before. He can no longer just watch he enters the bathroom and steps into the shower kissing her on the back of the neck... she is slightly startled but too into the moment to stop what she is doing. She feels how hard he is as he holds himself close to her, as she briefly wonders how long he has been watching her, a slight smile comes to her face at the thought. She slowly takes her free hand and takes his hand down to join the other that is still playfully at work, she is so close, but holding back, not allowing herself to reach orgasm yet, she is enjoying this much too much. He slowly turns her around to face him kissing her face, her neck, he finds his way to her mouth passionately kissing her feeling her tongue brush across his, feeling her teeth as she gently bites his bottom lip. His kisses drive her so much closer.....his kisses move from her mouth down her neck to her shoulders then to her breasts as he takes one of her nipples in-between his teeth gently biting as his tongue teases her. He removes her hand from herself as he drops to his knees kissing and nibbling her stomach as he goes....feeling the warm water as runs over both of their bodies, he takes his hands moving her legs further apart as his mouth finds her clit so swollen he takes it his mouth gently biting.....he hears her moans....he knows this drives her wild...his hands are on her hips pulling her in closer. He takes his tongue licking her all the way down he lets his tongue enter just slightly then works his way up again and then down....up again taking her clit into his mouth sucking and nibbling he moves one hand down from her waist to her inner thigh and up to her wetness inserting a finger as he continues licking and biting her, he can feel her beginning to contract, he sees the flush in her skin, hears her moan as she explodes in pleasure wrapping herself around his finger her orgasm so intense it seems to go on forever as he feels her warm wetness run down his hand, her legs still trembling..... she pulls him up from his knees wanting to kiss him, wanting to feel his body against hers, they embrace each other the warm water still running down their bodies, she reaches for the soap and begins to lather his chest...running her hands over him, his body slippery wet, her hands find their way down to his hardness, taking his soapy shaft in her hand, sliding it up and down as her other hand is teasing a pinching his nipples, she feels him growing ever harder as she strokes faster and faster. She turns away slightly letting the water run over him, rinsing him as she moves to her knees tasting every inch of him with her mouth on the travels downward, his hands on her shoulders then running through her hair as she lowers her mouth onto him, taking him deep into her mouth wrapping her lips so tightly around his shaft teasing the tip with stroke as her hands are on his cheeks pulling him in to meet the thrusts of her mouth, as she moves faster and faster she senses he is so close.....but he pulls her up from knees not wanting this to end yet....he gently kisses her and soaps her body all over massaging as he bathes her.....she loves his touch the feel of his hands on her body. He lets the water run over them both rinsing off all the soap, he turns off the water silently taking her by the hand leading her out of the bathroom, they cross the room and sits down on the burgundy wing chair in the corner, he pulls her to him kissing her stomach his hands on her hips, licking nibbling, she straddles him on her knees in the chair slowing lowering herself, she feels his tip touching her clit, sliding herself back and forth feeling his hardness, she is so wet he slides right in......she slides down him taking him in deeply, loving the feeling of him inside of her she holds her position for a moment just enjoying him....kissing him with her soft wet mouth feeling their tongues meet and tease each other, she kisses his neck letting he feel her hot breath as she teases her way up to his ear licking and nibbling and breathing. She begins to ride him up and down slowly at first, increasing in speed she can feel herself wrapping around his hardness. Faster and faster, she is so wet and getting so close to another orgasm....oh what this man does to her, she can sense he is close too, she moves a hand behind her as she continues riding him in a steady but fierce rhythm, his hips moving to meet each thrust, she takes his balls in her hands squeezing and massaging, she feels them tightening as he gets closer. She is so close, the thought of him exploding inside of her drives her over the edge as the waves of ecstasy take over he feels her contractions he can hold back no longer, her squeezing his balls as she feels his warm wet cum inside of her as they reach the ultimate climax together, he pulls her to him and holds her close as she lays her head on his shoulder...both of them just enjoying the closeness, both of them thinking how they never want this moment to end....they drift off to sleep. The Next morning.... Feeling his soft kisses on the back of her neck she slowly awakens...the scent of gardenias filling the air...she wonders where it's coming from, she hears the water running in the other room. His kisses now traveling down her back, she feels his hand running lightly over her body...down her side over her butt, teasingly between her thighs...mmmmm what a wake up. He rises and takes her hand....leading her towards the sound of the running water. Candles burning is the only light in the room, he helps her to step into the tub, the water rich with bath oil....knowing now where the scent was coming from...she sits in the tub, thinking he is going to join her but, he sits on the edge and takes some bath gel and begins to wash her back...slowly seductively, his hands travel to her shoulders massaging her shoulders, her neck.....then down to her breasts, gently bathing and massaging her nipples... he travels down her stomach, to her thighs, bathing every inch of her with the utmost attention...she is loving every minute of his attention to her body, she feels as if she is melting to every touch of his hands, she feels herself becoming so aroused... he begins to rinse her off....he lets the water begin to drain from the tub as he continues rinsing her... she is wondering what he is up to...she assumed he was going to join her in the bath...he turns the water back just slightly running ...testing the temperature making sure it is just right.....he slides her down, placing a mound of towels behind her he leans her back his hands on her knees holding her thighs apart...letting the water run over her most sensitive parts...the sensation of the water running over her clit is amazing...he can see how much this arouses her as her hands begin to travel across her body massaging and twisting her nipples...he slowly slides his hands down her thighs...teasingly exploring her sensitive folds of flesh as the water continues to dance over her he parts her lips and enters her with his finger...slowly sliding in and out of her....the sensation is driving her wild....he sees that familiar look on her face as she grows close... his finger feeling the contractions begin as she moans with pleasure, cumming with intesnsity...her body writhing with pleasure. Then he rises from the edge of the tub and kneels over her...he places some bath gel in his hand...taking his already erect cock in his hand he begins to stroke himself right above her face...watching him do this gets her soooo hot her hand traveling up and down her body, teasing and twisting her nipples, never taking her eyes off of him as he continues pleasing himself... watching as his head swells and he grows harder and harder with each stroke. Her hands slide up his thighs to his balls taking them in her hand gently massing him, massing his balls with one hand the other running over his ass teasingly...his stroke begin to get faster as she hears his breathing grow more intense, she continues massaging and teasing the sensitive areas surrounding his cock, wanting him to cum...wanting to see him explode, his juices splashing all over her face...she feels his balls begin to tighten as his strokes grow increasingly faster and more determined...his slight moans signaling her....she sees the cum begin to spill from him as his moans grow louder....she replaces his hand with hers and rises up taking him her mouth, feeling his hot cum splashing in her mouth as his body convulses with pleasure, she continues sucking and stroking...her other hands squeezing and massaging his balls as if to make sure she squeezes out every last drop as she swallows him up... The Shower I hear you coming in the door of the hotel room. I am in the shower; you are walking through the first room of the suite. You flip on the television and see if there’s a game on, then you hear the shower and come to investigate. I hold my breath listening for your heavy footsteps. A linebacker on your high school football team, even in your mid 30’s you maintain your huge form. Broad shoulders chiseled chest, muscular arms and legs. I have always been partial to a man’s thighs, and yours, drive me wild. I listen for your hand on the partially open door of the bathroom. You come in and I watch you through the glass shower door. I watch you with my sensual eyes, as I stand there waiting for your reaction to what I am about to do next. The hot water is cascading down my lithesome body. There are droplets of water across my shoulders and on my large breasts. My nipples have hardened because of your presence, and the water streaming down on them. My hips flare out in a direct compliment of my tiny waist. I raise my hands above my head, arching my back pushing my tits forward so you can see them clearly through the door. I watch your eyes as they dilate. You watch me intently to see what my next move is. I take the wash cloth and soap it liberally, rubbing slowly down the length of my creamy white body. I stop underneath my tits raising them up slightly, showing off my large pink nipples to you, and then my hands continue on to the dark curls at the junction of my legs. I start soaping the curls. I drop the cloth and moan softly as my fingers interlace with those dark curls and electric sensations start flying through my body. I rub my soapy hands across my bare buttocks, bending over towards the glass door. I rub my ass with my hands, soaping it up, making it slippery. Finally I bend over a bit more and spread my legs. I hold my ass cheeks in my hands, easing them apart, showing you my tight little asshole. I glance furtively over my shoulder, catching your eye, watching your reaction. I can tell from the bulge in your jeans that your cock is hard and I ache to take it in my mouth and taste it. I stand closer to the shower, allowing the water to cascade down my body once more. When all the soap is gone, I open the shower door. The steam billows out when I do, and my nipples pucker even more with the rush of cool air. I smile at you and then I sit on the floor of the bathtub. I spread my legs far apart and brace my feet against the sides of the bath. I start to slide my finger into my pussy. Just one finger, slowly, slowly making its entrance into my hot wet insides. I withdraw my finger, moaning softly and slide it into my mouth. I catch your eye and smile. Your hand is rubbing up and down on the outside of your jeans, rubbing your hard cock through the material, feeling the precum as it starts to drip from your cockhead. Once again, I bring my hand down to my cunt, this time finding my clit and rubbing it gently. My other hand cups one of my tits. I look at you and ask, “would you like to suck me?” You take my hand and help me out of the shower and we embrace. I kneel down before you and start to open your jeans. I pop open the top button, and slide down the zipper. My hand snakes inside to find your hard member standing straight and tall within. I pull down your boxer shorts and jeans at the same time, stopping only to ensure that you don’t fall over as the clothing passes your feet. My hands caress your stomach and I feel the hair that covers your stomach with my soft hands. My mouth meets with your cockhead, and I slide out my tongue to lick off the clear drops of precum that has formed there. Your cock is sticking straight out and is a perfect angle for me to suck on. I slowly lick my lips, lubricating them, and I hungrily start to slide them down the length of your hard cock. “God, you taste so good, I just can’t seem to get enough.” You remove your shirt and watch as my red tipped fingers curl around your length massaging in harmony with my lips as I take you deep into my mouth. I look into your eyes, from my position of submission before you and once again; I am turned on by the sheer strength and power that you exude. As I kneel before you, my lips caressing your cock, my hands travel your legs and begin and upward climb on the inside of your thighs. My nails lightly scrape your hard muscles as you stand there, legs apart, watching my lips slide up and down on your hard tool. As my hands reach their goal, my right hand gently cups your balls. Lightly caressing you, my fingers first seek out one ball, the right one, and begin to circle tenderly, I hear your indrawn breath. I cup both balls in my hands as I watch your face. My tongue dances down the underside of your cock, and slithers downward to tease your balls. I get closer and I nuzzle into your balls with my face, breathing in, licking, kissing and tasting all at once. I close my eyes and savor the sensations. Your hard cock is laying across my cheek as I continue my assault on you. My tongue traces the hard marbles within your sac and as I lift a little, I slide one into my mouth and suck lightly. My reward is your moan. A moan that lets me know, you like what I am doing. You back away from me suddenly. I am confused. But you smile encouragingly, and go and sit on the couch. Sprawling lazily, with your legs wide apart you smile once again, this time to invite me to continue this feast that I have started. I crawl over to where you are sitting. I kiss your ankles to your knees and I continue kissing you with little tiny butterfly kisses until I get to your thighs. Then I start licking you. Long licks that leave wet trail marks for my fingers to slide through. My fingers are going back to where they left off. Almost as if they have a mind of their own, my fingers find your balls again, and my mouth follows in their wake. I am determined to give you as much pleasure as in my ability to give. My tongue laps at your balls. With your new position, you are so much easier to access. I nuzzle you with my face again, this time, sliding my tongue out further and sucking one of your balls into my mouth. I take your left ball into my mouth, and lick it inside my mouth as I suck gently. I watch your face as you close your eyes and enjoy the sensations that I am creating. I slide your ball out of my mouth, and start licking your balls as if you were an ice cream cone. Long licks, tasting all you have to offer slide up hot and wet across your crotch. My hands have long since found your hard rod, and are sliding up and down in rhythm with the licks across your balls. My tongue goes back further, and I lick that little part that is between your anus and your balls. You inhale sharply. I look at you for direction. Not sure if I should continue, not sure if I should stop. You nod you head briefly and I happily obey your directive. I suck lightly on that little area, unable to stop myself my tongue slides back a little further and before you know it, I am lightly tonguing your ass. Your moan makes my heart filled with pleasure. You breathing is a little faster now and you slide further towards the edge of the couch and spread your legs further. My tongue slides back even further and I spread your ass cheeks a little further apart. My tongue tickles your entrance. I slide my tongue across your ass hole a few times, feeling you, touching you intimately; licking your most intimate areas. Suddenly I change direction, and I plunge my hot wet lips down the length of your raging hard on. You yelp and suck in your breath. My fingers remain massaging your balls and your ass. Relaxing you as I lick all the precum off your cock. Tasting you humbles me. I can’t believe you taste so good. Your hands start pulling at my shoulders. You signal me to rise up. I stand up and straddle your hips. My pussy is steaming wet, ready for your hard cock to ram its way up there, filling me to the max. I start to lower myself down onto your cock head. Slowly, slowly my descent starts, taking you inside me inch by inch. Your strong hands grab my hips and force me down onto the full length of your shaft. I hiss as the breath leaves my body and the force of the pleasure takes over my movements. Instinctively I move my hips, up and down, as I feel your cock slide in and out of my well-lubed fuck channel. My hands rest on your shoulders as I start slowly to make little circular motions with my hips as you slide in and out of me. Faster and faster you thrust. I meet your thrusts and love the feel of your body joining with mine so deep inside me. The sheer size of your tool astounds me, every time we fit together, I am amazed that you can get all that inside me, and yet make me feel so damn good. I moan, and my hands travel over your sweat- slicked chest. I realize that I too, am slick with perspiration, and I feel your power surge within me. I look into your eyes and realize that you are nearing climax. Your hand slides between our bodies and your fingers find my most intimate treasure. I moan as I feel your fingers caress me so gently. As I move in harmony with your thrusts, your fingers drive me wild. I arch my back almost involuntarily and feel the throes of orgasm sweep me away. Wave upon wave of pleasure washes over my body with each caress of your fingers. As I begin my descent from my pinnacle, your thrusts become stronger and stronger, and you too find your ecstasy. I cry out with the force of your thrusts, and with the feeling of your white hot cum shooting deep into my body. In and out, harder and harder you fuck me. Oh God, so good. I can hardly believe that such pleasure is ours. I collapse on your chest. Both of us breathing hard. I feel your hard strong arms come around me and whisper in my ear, telling me of your pleasure and how I pleased you with my submission. I smile and look forward for the next time. The Shower Walking into your Bathroom I see you standing there in your Big Terry Cloth robe that hides way to much of your sexy body, You already have that soft pray of the shower at the temp you like, not hot but not cool either. Mmmmm you even set up the candles when you shower too uh? I like that. Walking over behind you I slide my arms around your waist, my face burring into your hair as I nuzzle deep inside it finding your soft, sweet neck, kissing it lightly. As my hands find the belt drawn across your robe, I untie it slowly, letting it open just a bit as my hands slide under it and feel your soft, smooth, silky skin under my hands, mmmmmm I love that feeling. As they slide across your stomach and up towards your sweet breasts the rob opens further, you lean back into me as my hands gently slide up and cup your breasts, my fingers teasing your nipples, mmm so hard already. I like that, can't wait to have them between my lips. As I slip the robe off your shoulder slowly I let it fall to your feet, you lean back once again and Opppps I don't have one on. You can feel the heat and passion in my body as you lean back against me. I slowly turn you around so that I can see those soft, loving eyes, looking deep into them I pull you close to me kissing your deep and passionate. My hands sliding down on your ass, you know that they just love being there. Mmmm Squeezing it in my hands as I pull you closer and kiss you deeper as I back you up slowly as the warm water starts hitting you cascading across your Sexy Body. Love to see the droplets of water as the run across your skin, the glow from the candles adds just a sweetness to the view of them. Turning around you place your hands up on the wall so that the Water hits across your head and down your back, arching it in I have to stand her for a second and take in the beauty that is before me. The sight of your wet hair streaming across your back, and when you tilt your head back and it slides across that cute ass, I really need a place to sit down. The view is just so overwhelming, I could stay right here all night long. Taking the Shampoo in my hands I start to slowly add some to your hair, oooo is that Enchanted Apples Shampoo. As my hands work in your hair, I'm so glad that you are turned away from me so you can't see (for now) How excited I am, I massage it and work in so tenderly, feeling you, and I think I heard a soft Moan? Mmm You like that uh? As I finish you duck under it and I help you get all of it out, and there is once more, that long silky hair across that back and ass. WOW Taking my hands and sliding your hair away from your back and over your Breasts, OMG I'm glad I can't see that yet. Taking the soap in my hands I laughter my hands and Slide then up across your shoulders, down across your back, mmmm it feels so good under my hands, sliding them down your sides, your arms. Kneeling down behind you that sweet ass just inches before me. I re-lather my hands as I start on your legs, rubbing them across the backs of your thighs, down behind your knees, your calf's, you bring you foot back to me as I soap up really good and massage them all across your foot, top and bottom, sides and all over those cute toes. Just to let you feel what you do to me I brush your foot up against my hard cock letting your feel it against the bottom of your foot, just so you know. As I do the same thing to the other foot I slide back up your other leg. Re-Soaping slide my hands over that sweet as, Massaging it and caressing it, getting a washcloth I soap it up really good as I slide it between your inner thighs, your legs spread open more as I slide it up and down your inner thigh, gently across your sweet sweet lips, back and forth nice and easy. Sliding it back up across that cute ass, ever so slowly as did I hear another moan? I stand up behind you as I tell you it is time to do the front now. As you turn I look in your eyes, Wow I can see so much passion in them as you look into mine also. Then I seen you look down. Naughty girl you. But now you can see what being her with you has done. I love the sight of your hair draped across your breasts, you nipples peeking out or it. Mmmm Still can't wait to taste them. Soaping up again, I slide my hands up across your stomach, between that sweet Valley of those mouth watering breasts. As they slide up and over your chest I circle them around your breasts, feeling them in my hands, mmmm love that feeling also, as it gently rubs across them over them all, not missing an inch, my hands rolling across your nipple now so hard and erect that they are just begging to be kissed, as you lean back into the water washing off all the soap, I can't resist any longer, leaning over to you I lick my tongue across it, mmmmm so hard, I take the tip of it and circle around it before sucking it so gently, my lips warping around it like it should always be there. My tongue breasts away for it as I kiss and lick my way down you, as I kneel before you, that sweet mound now before me, leaning up I tease your navel first, I know it tickles. But I love teasing you with it. As you lean back against the wall you take your leg and rest it across my shoulder as I kiss your inner thighs, nibbling them softly, sucking them. Sling my tongue closer and closer to your waiting lips, as my hands slide up your legs and back on to your ass pulling your hips closer still to me. My tongue slides through your soft hair (Mmm don't really know how you keep it? Crisscrossing it before you feel it drag across your clit, mmmm that's so hard also and I know that was I soft moan I heard there. As you wiggle your hips against my lips I suck on your clit, my lips warped around it as my tongue flicks across it, Your place you hands on my head guiding and pulling me into you. My tongue slides down across your lips, I suck them in my mouth, I just love nibbling on them so much, rolling them between my lips, pulling them gently. As I slide my tongue between them you slide your leg back across my back up and down, mmmm that feels so good, as I suck the sweet juices from you, my tongue slowly deeper and deeper inside you. Till you can't take it any more and you Cum all over my tongue, lips and face, your moans turn to screams of pleasure has wave after wave of pleasure comes over you. I lick and suck all your Warm juices as the shower water falls upon us. Standing up in front of you I come to me, warping your arms around me as I do you, as you look up I kiss you deep, as only you can. Looking into your eyes I tell you it has just begun, come to bed with me and let me be yours all night long, to make you cum over and over again, as I walk you out of the shower dry your sweet body off and we head to the bedroom, mmmm what's next? The Shower I walk slowly to the bathroom. you have already started the shower and the bathroom is a little steamy. the heat feels good... I quietly open the shower door and seeing you standing under the water. I watch for a moment as the water runs down your body. I am not surprised at the response that my body is giving me. you are standing with your face turned up, the water hitting your face, you don't know I'm watching... *smile* when you turn around and open your eyes, you give me a sweet smile and open your arms for me. I step into the shower and into your arms. it always feels so good when I'm in your arms. you slowly pivot us so that my back is to the water. I tilt my head back and wet my hair, letting the water run down my face. I open my eyes and see you watching me, smiling with sweet satisfaction at the vision before you. subconscious, I giggle and ask you to hand me the soap. we change places, so you are directly under the water. I squirt a generous amount of soap into my hands and hand it back to you so you can do the same. we rub our hands together to work up a nice lather. I like to rub your chest with the soap, working up an even greater lather. I fun my hands along your neck and your shoulders, making my way back to your chest to lather up more. I wash each arm and pause to hold your hands for just a moment. I step up onto my tiptoes and softly kiss your lips. you release my hands and wrap your arms around me, lathering my back. you work your way around, lathering my shoulders and neck, then you move down to my breasts. I sigh as you massage my breasts, a purely involuntary response to your soft touch... you ~play~ a little, lightly pinching my nipples as you wash my chest. I reach up and lather my hands again on your chest and move to your waist... I linger a while near your belly button, not sure I can restrain myself if I continue washing lower. I look up to you and smile as my hands move to your cock. you are soft and slippery from the soap. I wash your manhood thoroughly and reach a little lower to clean your sack. I linger, holding your balls in my hand. you are enjoying my attentions and I can feel you becoming aroused, knowing how I enjoy these showers. *smile* you cup my face in your hands and kiss me firmly... turning us around again, so that I can be in the stream of water. I slowly go down to my knees, you sigh, knowing what is next.... I make sure the water hits your cock, to rinse it clean, then put my head directly under the stream of water. you step forward so that you can place your now erect cock directly in front of my mouth. I purse my lips and place a light kiss on the end... I swirl my tongue along the bulb of your cock and enjoy your moan... I playfully rub my teeth on the head, teasing you, making you wait... I glance up at you and seeing you looking down at me, smiling, you love to watch me. I smile up at you and open my mouth wide to accommodate you completely. in a split second you are in my mouth and down my throat. the surprise of the ~attack~ causes you to jump a little and you hear my muffled laugh. I love surprises, don't you? you pump a few times into the warmth of my mouth and reach for the shampoo. as you wash my hair, I begin to work feverishly on your cock. unable to control my desire any longer. you are washing my hair and pulling at it and pushing my face against you... I reach up and lather my hands from the shampoo in my hair and quickly reach behind you, massaging your ass... I place the tip of my finger against your tight ass, you are undecided which way to move your hips, you want my finger in your tight ass and you want your cock in my warm mouth... I intentionally make you wait a moment, while I tease you... I am pumping your cock with my mouth as I slowly work my finger into your rosebud. as I get the finger in as far as it will go, you are crazy with desire for more. quickly and a little roughly I work my finger in and out of your ass and I eagerly suck on your cock. running my teeth lightly along the shaft. your moan fills the room as I feel your body tense. you grab my hair, pulling it hard and slam my face into your body as you shoot your hot load into my throat. you stay deep in my mouth and I hold myself still until you have shot all you have. I swallow and tilt my head back, the water running over my face and rinsing my hair and your cock at the same time. I remove my finger from your ass and rub my hair. I raise my eyes to you and you are smiling back at me. I reach up and you take my hands in yours and help me to my feet. you kiss my firmly and part my lips with your tongue... *shy smile* The Shower Ah, that felt good. We were at my boss's house, the morning after a summer party he had hosted. A few of us had stayed in his guest bedrooms, too intoxicated to drive. His wife was very pleasant and didn't seem to mine at all. In fact, she had given me an outfit to wear today after I showered. Which was what I was doing now, downstairs in their guest washroom. I took the showerhead off the wall as it was attached to a flexible cable. I moaned with pleasure as the needles darted over my skin. I held the wand over my breasts and giggled with excitement as my nipples reacted to the waters caress. I slid the spray over my belly and parted my legs. I closed my eyes as the water caressed me there. I manipulated the showerhead for my pleasure, the flush of excitement building into a wave until my knees were weak and I slid down onto the tiles. With the wand in one hand, my other began to finger fuck myself. I wanted to cry out but this was not the place. Using both water and fingers I finally climaxed, gasping with the intensity. I licked my own fingers before washing away the telltale scent. Up in the kitchen, our hostess was setting out breakfast. The boss appeared behind me. "Enjoy your shower Shannon?" I blushed, "It was very nice, thank you." Others were a little nervous about imposing on our boss but he was very nice and we left shortly after cleaning up. A few days later, at the office, the boss calls me in. "Did you have a good time at the party?" "Yes, thank you very much. Sorry we drank too much." "Oh no, I had plenty too. Did you enjoy the shower the next morning?" I looked at him in surprise. "That's a funny question, why do you ask?" He smiled at me, slid a 5 x 7 brown envelope towards me. "I know you enjoyed your shower." With trembling hands I opened the package. I pulled out several glossy pictures. My face went red when I saw the look of ecstasy on my face in his shower! "I want you to come out to the house Friday night Shannon. We'll take that shower together. You can keep those, I have more. Why don't you get back to work for now. I'll see you Friday at 8." I shoved the pictures back in the envelope and stormed out of his office. Later, when I was certain to be alone, I pulled the pictures back out. Funny, as mad as I was, I had to admit I looked good! The Shower Making my way through the steam, light clouds surround me...following the sounds of falling water, the sounds of the shower. I wonder to myself, who could be here at Syds' after hours, who else has a key? As I get closer...in a pale light I can make out a form...a tall...voluptuous form...the goddess. Her back is to me...she is unaware of my presence. I am stopped in my tracks...the moist and hot air clinging to me...but the heat I feel now has no comparison. Watching the water dance over her body...droplets bouncing...splashing...coating her every inch. Slowly her head turns ever so slightly ... looking over her shoulder...seeing me entranced by her...giving me a smile and a little wink. Letting my clothes fall to the ground, unaware that I had removed them. I close to the vision... feeling the water spray from her body unto mine, turning to me, my hand goes to her... fingertips caressing her face... touching this dream...making sure that it is real. Her face turns to my touch to kiss my palm, letting chills run through me as fire races. Watching her eyes sparkle and glitter... it is magic.... spellbound. I feel the contact of her hands on my chest, rubbing, slick and soapy, building a lather, motionless I stand , unable to utter a sound, possessed by your visage. Your busy hands coat me with a film of bubbles, so warm and pleasing your every touch. Smiling softly at me, looking in to my eyes you whisper " would you mind washing my back?" All I can manage is a very slow shaking of my head as you turn again. Slipping my hands across your back, watching the water cascading over your skin, allowing my hands to glide around to your chest, as I close to your body, my soap covered chest to your back, pressing myself to you. The soap letting me slide and slither against my temptation, hands snaking over your curves, wrapping my arms tightly, as tightly as the soap allows. Slowly I let my knees bend and I use my body, covered in suds to rub up and down the whole of you, slipping sweetly. the friction reduced, but the heat increased. Hear you moan softly with each pass up and down, feeling you gasp in pleasure. After a dozen or so body strokes, my hands rest upon your bosom, fingers on your hardened nipples, letting them slip between tender and soft fingers, whispering into your delicate ear "your back is done". Moans escape us both as we enter the water, letting its tantilizing pulse wash over us still intertwined, enwrapped. My hands guiding you over once we are cleansed of our milky white foam, turning you once more to face me, but that is only for a moment, as I start to descend over your body, kissing softly, your neck, to your collar, to the top of your bosom, only to take the nipple in to my mouth, suckling, licking tenderly, hands drifting down your back , letting you lean against the tiled wall, kissing under your breast, going to the navel, where I take the time to trace it several times, teasing playfully, over the hip resting my head, only to look up at your wide eyes and slightly opened mouth. Now with me on my knees, hands brought down to your bottom, gripping softly but with intent. Placing my knees so that they are parallel to one of your legs, sliding closer, letting me straddle a single leg. My legs closing around yours, giving you added support. My hand guides under your curve and sweet bottom to the back of your thigh of your free leg, then to the knee, lifting slightly, raising, parting them, letting me peer closer to your softness, sensing your excitement, feeling it, hearing you gasp at my touches. Your moans that I share with every touch and caress. Bringing your leg to rest upon my shoulder, you lean back feeling safe, knowing that I won't let anything happen to you. My cheek resting on your inner thigh, you can feel my breath on your sex. I near, kissing softly, letting my tongue dart out, letting it brush over you. My hands, one on your leg the other cupping your bottom. Feeling the shutter you have at the contact, inspired I continue, taking longer and broader strokes. Covering all of you, lapping up your wetness, wanting more and more. Peering up at you, seeing how your body glistens, to find your eyes, not wanting me to stop. I return to my lover, taking the tip and rolling it over your clit, circling, suckling it while it swells, pulling at it with my lips, feeling you quiver. Bringing myself closer, my hand pulls me in, my hunger for you growing with each taste. Your hips begin to grind in unison with my rhythm, long strokes with short darting, flicking and fluttering, sending waves through your most intimate of places. Finally , slipping , slow and sensual, between your lips, savoring every moment, every shutter, every quake of you, slipping deeper and deeper. Sliding to and fro, my head bobbing, rocking side to side, your hips gyrating. Feeling your hands on the top of my head, running through my short hair, gripping tightly. My mouth, now cover the whole of your sex, licking and lapping , drinking you in, wanting you but wanting to please you even more so. Feeling your leg begin to grow weak, I tighten my support, as I continue. My yearning, now more than ever overwhelming me, my mouth as if a frenzy, hearing the sounds of our passion, the wet sounds, the sounds of our breath, the moans and gasps, knowing you are close. I quicken the pace, but I then start to slowly moan while my mouth is on you, letting it build. Louder and louder the vibrations traveling through you, through your sex, up your spine. You head flailing right and left, the sensation staggering you, the vibrations down your legs to the toes causing them to clench. Hearing you pant my name, again and again, louder each time. You hands gripping tighter with each moment, as I grow louder in you. Then holding as I feel the first wave wash over you as you cry out in ecstasy. My hands quickly, move to take better hold, knowing what will happen next. As your body shutters and shakes, hips thrusting wildly as your leg begins to give, as wave after wave after wave hits you. Your breathes are labored between cries of bliss. Slowly, I let your other leg to the tiled floor, as I rise up, only to take you in to my arms. Effortlessly, I, carry you out, your arms wrapped around me, body still quivering with the after shocks . Through heavy eyelids you look at me and smile softly, then rest your head on my chest. I take you to get dried off, before taking you to bed. As you fall asleep in my arms I place my lips upon your forehead, wishing for you a pleasant night with delightful dreams. The Shower It was a long, boring day at work. I had never wanted to get home quite so badly as I did that day. Luckily, dinner was in the slow cooker so at least I could go home and unwind and not have to worry about cooking a meal, first. The kids were also not going till be home till late, between babysitting & practice, so we’d actually have some time alone. Nice. I beat Fred home, but I wasn’t surprised - he normally didn’t make it home until an hour after me. Longer day, longer commute. He left before me each morning, too. The hard worker that he was, I don’t think he even minded the longer workdays. I would have. I came home, and stripped. I didn’t normally have the luxury, but when the family is away, the wife will play. I checked the food in the slow cooker and shut it off, and jumped into the shower. As soon as the hard water hit my tired, achy body I decided what I really wanted was a soak. I shut off the overhead flow of water and began to fill the bathtub. I climbed out of the tub, dripping water all over the floor, and bent over the sink to try to find some bubble bath. It wasn’t anything I normally kept around the house, but I bet my daughter had some. She always soaked before going out on a date. Ah, to be 16 again. I found the bubbles and the scent of raspberries began to fill the room. I dug out a bath pillow and lit a few Yankee Candles and climbed back into the tub. The water was steaming hot and I started to sweat from all of the moisture in the room. God, it felt good to be alone. I found an old radio in the closet and dragged it into the bathroom, right inside the entrance and plugged it in, far away from the tub. Classical music began to sound in the room. I slowly, very careful starting inching my way into the water. I turned the water down a bit and slowed down the rate of water filling in the tub. It was still too hot to climb in all the way. I grabbed a wash cloth, and dipped it into the water before squeezing some body wash onto it, breathing deep the soapy scent that lingered in the air. I started soaping myself off, still standing up in the tub. I shut off the water completely then. Soap ran off my body into water. I lifted up each arm in turn and soaped. I lifted up each breast and began to wash them too, and smiled. I was still pretty darn good looking considered I had given birth to three children. Thank you, Mom. I got her brains and her body, and not the heavy-set genes on my father’s side. I finally slipped into the tub and closed my eyes. I just laid in the tub and let the water lap around my body. Our cat began meowing and peaked over the tub to look at me. He didn’t like me being in the water, away from him one bit. Wasn’t used to me taking the time to do such a thing. I normally took a 5-minute shower with the kids pounding on the door, yelling for their turn. And usually a cold shower, at that, to save the really hot water for them. I said it before, and I’ll say it again. God, it was nice to be alone. I absent mindedly started playing with myself. I wasn’t even aware of what I was doing at first. I slipped one wet finger inside my pussy, and smiled. I hadn’t masturbated in years, and what would Fred say if he caught me? Then again, I never had the privacy to do this, either. I smiled again and slipped another finger inside myself, and my other hand found my breast. No one would be home for hours. I could enjoy myself. And maybe I’d even tell Fred tonight when he got home. It felt so nice to just touch myself, play with myself, and be alone. “AHEM”. I jumped out of my skin, startled, and shrieked!!! I looked in the doorway, and speak of the devil, there he was. “Hi, honey” I shakily said. I was embarrassed and could feel my face flaming hot. What had he seen? How long had he been staring at me? Would he say something? Would he be mad? Fred didn’t say a word. He just stood in the doorway, leaning over, watching me. It made me even more self conscious, and even more ready for him to yell at me for masturbating. God, what a nightmare. My nice, relaxing afternoon shot to hell. That’s what I get for relaxing, instead of doing housework or the dishes or laundry or running errands or paying bills or... Sigh. I wasn’t going to apologize. I had every right. “Honey?” I asked. No apology coming from these lips. He smiled at me, my Fred, and turned away from me. I realized that he was unbuttoning his shirt. He walked away, and I sat up in the tub a little bit more, waiting. He came back into the room, naked. My husband, that I had always thought was a bit of a prude, was actually going to join me! And not only that, he was harder than I had ever seen him before! He still didn’t say a word, but he walked to the tub. He sat right on the edge, patted our cat, picked him up and pushed him out of the way. He motioned for me to move over and to make room for him, and I scooted forward, and he climbed in the tub and sat down behind me. I leaned into him, and he reached around me and held me tight. It felt so nice just to be together. We lay in the tub a few moments, not saying anything, and then I twisted enough so I could see his face and still be held in his arms. I leaned forward the rest of the way, and began to kiss him. His arms tightened around me even more, and he moaned ever so softly against my mouth. We began touching each other everywhere, the water coursing over our bodies. As we moved, some of the water overflowed the tub and onto the floor. Normally, I would have screamed bloody murder at however was making a mess in MY bathroom, but this time I had other things on my mind. I reached for him, and I began stroking Fred, with smooth, slow strokes, the way I knew he liked it. He nibbled on my neck, in just the right spot, the way he knew I liked it. The world fell away from us, and it was only he, and I, and our rising passions. It was good to be home alone. After just a few minutes of touching each him, he began to shudder. I couldn’t see him, but I could see the look in his eyes as he began to shake ever so little and come. He grabbed my ass and dug his nails into me just enough that I knew it would leave bruises. I bruised rather easily these days. After a few quite moments (Fred still hadn’t said one word to me) we climbed out of the tub. Hand in hand, we walked into our bedroom, and I locked the door - just habit I guess, as I knew the kids weren’t going to be home for hours still. I lay down on the bed, right in the middle, on top of all of the blankets, soaking wet, and I didn’t care. All I could see was the look in Fred’s eye and his manhood hanging from him, ready to slide into me. I was dripping wet, from more than just water, and I was ready for him and he knew it. He lay down on top of me, holding himself above me on his arms, and smiled and spoke for the first time. “I hope I catch you naked more often. Boy, you surprised me good tonight!” I laughed softly then, my embarrassment completely gone. “Oh honey,” I said, as I grabbed his hard, long penis and gently slipped him inside of me. I lifted up enough to meet him, and we began to love each other. We grinded against each other hard, and held onto each other hard, and stared deep into each other’s eyes. Or at least, that’s what I wanted to happen - instead I caught myself laughing. “We are acting like a couple of teenagers grabbing a quickie before our parents come home!” I explained to Fred staring at me strangely. HE wasn’t amused by my laughter. I guess I wouldn’t be amused either, if he was the one laughing instead of me. Oh well, live and learn. We still held onto each other, and we could still feel the passion burning hot between us. We began to make love to each other again, and this time we didn’t need any words. We clung to each other, as we both came, grinding our hips against each other. We lay there panting afterwards, happy to be with each other. Happy to be alone. The Shower I walk into the bathroom, already wet and ready after our time together online. I lean over turning the water on to a medium to hot temperature and pull the knob for the shower to start. Stepping back, I slide my sundress up over my head and shiver; partially because the a/c is on and also because of the anticipation of what I know is going to take place. Looking down at my breasts, I see that my nipples are already hard. I giggle to myself knowing the clothespins will clip on them just fine. I reach down, picking up one, clipping it on my left nipple. I close my eyes and softly moan to myself. God it feels so good Sir. I give it a slight tug and begin to feel my wetness dripping down my lips. I pick up the one and clip it on my right nipple. Biting my bottom lip so as not to moan out loudly. I pull out on both of them, holding them like that for just a moment. Walking over to the shower, I pull the curtain back, stepping one foot inside. Feeling my wetness drip down on my leg, I hurry up and pull the other foot in and shut the curtain. I stand under the stream of hot water, allowing the pressure to beat down on my chest and the clothespins. I slide my hand down across my body, starting at my neck. Closing my eyes, tilting my head back, wishing you were there with me Sir. I move my hands down over my chest, dragging my palms down across the clothes pins and across my stomach and further down to my clit. I let out a long sigh as I feel how hard and sensitive my clit is. Softly smiling, I being to circle it with my finger tip, dragging my nail across it lightly. I reach down with my other hand and insert a finger into my dripping wet pussy, and slowly begin to stroke it in and out, as I match the rhythm on my clit. I feel small quivers go through my body, knowing I am there at the edge, ready to cum. I tilt my head back, biting hard on my lip and I release myself, feeling it flow down across my hand and my leg. I grin to myself, and bring my finger up to slide it across my lips. Darting my tongue out so that I can taste the sweetness before the shower washes it off of my lips. I reach down with both hands, tugging harder on the clothespins, feeling tingles go thru me, loving the feel of them clipped onto my nipples. I again slide one hand down to my clit, pushing against it with slight pressure, taking it between two fingers and pinching it tightly. mmmmmmmmm I squat down, moving one finger down into my pussy and one from the other hand around to my perked asshole. Rubbing it around the bud, slowly inserting my finger inside. I begin to fuck my self both in the pussy and the ass, alternating my ins and outs with my fingers. I feel my pussy gripping onto the finger inside of it, as goose bumps form across my body, despite the hot shower that is beating down on me, I let myself again release for the second time, reaching up and unclipping the clothes pin from my right nipple, will still pounding two fingers in my pussy, exploding, grabbing a hold of the clip free nipple, squeezing it and pulling on it. My orgasm subsiding, I stand up, allowing the water to run down across my head, hair and body, I slowly begging to wet my hair thoroughly and begin to wash it. Still feeling the tingling in my nipple where I had released the first clothespin, I again reach down and grab a hold of the clothespin remaining on my left nipple. Pulling it hard. Moaning out. Realizing I moaned a little too loud, I stop for just a moment to listen for sounds outside of the bathroom. Thank goodness, I don't think anyone heard me. lol I slide one hand back down to my pussy and the other one again to my clit. Sliding two fingers inside of my pussy, I begin to stroke them in and out, picking up the pace after each stroke. Pushing them harder and deeper into me. I pick up the clothespin that I took off of my right nipple and clip it to my clit, pulling hard on it as I fuck myself harder with two fingers. Knowing this is the last time that I may cum, I push my hips harder down against my hand, so I can bring myself to a very intense orgasm. I feel my legs begin to shake, I lean a little bit against the shower wall. Feeling the pressure rising, I pull one last time at the clothespin on my clit, letting it bounce back as I move that hand up to my left nipple, pulling hard on the clothespin there, I let myself flow down across my fingers inside of me, feeling it flow down across my wrist and arm. I let out a very content sigh, pulling of the clothespin on my nipple, as the last of the trembles flow through my body. I stand there, smiling to myself, feeling very content at the moment. Knowing that I have yet to write this all down on paper and copy it over to an email for you. I finish my shower, washing my body, lingering a few moments longer than normal across my nipples. I know that I cannot cum anymore tonight, as I have been instructed by you to only cum 3 times. I quickly finish up my shower, turn the water off and step out... The Shower Having decided to spend a weekend away together we journeyed to a log cabin in the mountains. It was quite a long journey and we were in need of food and freshening up on our arrival. It was quite cold in the cabin so you went to the log shed to get some logs to set the fire while I prepared some hot soup and warmed the oven ready to bake a pizza. We put some beer and wine in the fridge ready for later and prepared for a long weekend of love together. Feeling a little sticky I start to undress ready for a shower in the en-suite cubicle, while you work the fire up into a warm cosy glow. I enter the shower and stand under its refreshing flow as my hair becomes wet around my face and the steam fills the booth. I start to make lather with the shower gel and rub it all over my wet naked body. As I am doing so you enter the room and see my silhouette through the clear steamy glass and as you watch me lather my breasts you start to feel excited and undress yourself. You see me pausing for a while as I am obviously enjoying washing my crotch and your excitement is raging within you. Unable to contain your lust any further you throw open the door to the shower cubicle and step in. Turning me round you press me back against the wall and place your lips heavily on mine plunging your tongue deep inside me as you pin me to the wall. You rub your hands up and down my body seizing my breasts and pinching my nipples between your fingers. Your hand reaches down to finger my wet soapy clit and you rub firmly making me groan and writhe with anticipation. I feel your finger slide inside me, one at first, then two as you turn and twist them inside me moving them rhythmically up and down feeling for my most sensitive spot as I start to cream from within. My feelings of desire grow so strong, I want you inside me as I feel you press your hard dick against me, teasing me, as I long to feel you inside me. You tease and make me wait, as the kisses get deeper. Then you pin me to the wall with one arm as you thrust your hard weapon inside of me pushing it deeply to the hilt. Fucking me hard and deep like a raging beast I feel the thrust so deeply my eyes water. I am powerless to resist as you have your hands against mine, holding me against the wall. I writhe with delight pushing my breasts hard against you so that you can feel my erect nipples against your chest. The kisses stop and you start to nibble my shoulder and I kiss your neck. As you work harder and faster and deeper, I am totally lost in the passion and the feeling of you ramming inside me. Unable to control myself I bite on your neck, sucking until you scream. I feel your deepest thrust and every throb of your dick as my muscles hold it tightly within, milking you for all you have. Unable to contain the intensity of the passion any longer, I cry out as you shoot inside me and I feel your come hot inside me. A hot glow engulfs me and I tremble as I orgasm. Our wet juices combine filling me to overflowing so that they run along your shaft and down my inner thigh. You fall against me as you recover your strength still inside me. I whisper breathily to you ' I love you'. Then you withdraw. The water runs over our bodies now highly sensitised. I squeeze out some shower gel and lather it between my hands before I start to wash your balls and between your legs and your arse. You do the same to me, lathering my wet pussy. I wash you outside then my finger penetrates you stroking you inside. Meanwhile, with my other hand I wash your shaft pulling and squeezing. I wash the tip seductively as I nuzzle your neck and you start to get hard again. Your passion is unstoppable. You reach out of the shower booth and take hold of the cord of my bathrobe bringing it into the cubicle. You take my arms, raising them above my head and bind my wrists together with the cord before tying them to the shower head. The warm water runs down over my breasts as you start to flick my erect nipple with your tongue. You nibble as you suck and your hand works its way down to my clit, which is still pulsating from my last orgasm. I am so aroused already that I writhe with pleasure. You work your way down my body, still fingering my clit and you tease my navel with your tongue. The tickling sensation is almost agonising and I scream as I am helpless to stop you. You place kisses and lick my belly as you work your way down my body holding my thigh with your other hand. I want to move my hands to hold you and tug at your hair, but I am bound and cannot move. As your mouth moves closer to my crotch your hands move, one holding my buttock and the other starts to feel around my anus. Your tongue flicks teasingly on my outer lips and I want you so much. Your tongue starts to flick my clit as I feel your finger slide inside my ass. I feel like I am going to burst with pleasure. You engulf me completely with your mouth, causing a vacuum as you suck at me, fucking me with your tongue. Then I feel your teeth gently nibbling on my inner lips. I push myself to you, grinding my clit against you. No longer able to control myself I release my come into your mouth letting out a powerful scream as the orgasm completely takes over me. You are consumed by the desire to have me, and stand up wiping the come from your lips. Your dick is hard and erect and ready. With my wrists still bound above me to the shower head, you lift my leg and support it over your hip as you plunge yourself into me once more. Fucking me hard and deep and out of control. You plunge so deeply into me I feel as if you will go right through me. With a mixture of pleasure and pain I grip onto your shaft as if I want to hold you inside me forever. Your hand supporting my leg firmly tightens on my butt as the other feels my breast. The passion is too much for me I want to explode, I want to grab hold of you and I struggle my hands in frustration. You have control and you fuck me hard and fast. Unable to withhold any longer, the most powerful climax overtakes me and I squeeze you so hard as I contract, I siphon your milk from inside you. You scream. I scream. We are overcome by the intensity of it all. You fall against me and kiss me lovingly and passionately, as you reach up and release me from my bondage. My arms flop onto your shoulders as we embrace and kiss under the warm flowing water as you gently withdraw. I run my fingers tenderly through your hair. Then still kissing me you pull me backwards out of the shower cubicle. You guide me lovingly to the bed, still wet and glowing from the experience. We flop down onto the bed and embrace each other, feeling spent and worn and blissfully contented. The Shower She flew into Seattle, Washington and caught a cab to her hotel. She was attending a weeklong conference for her job. She enters the plush hotel, checks into her room and realizes the company has splurged for this trip. She smiles to herself knowing she has the most luxurious room in the hotel. A knock at the door, the bell-hop with her bags. She thanks him and gives him a tip as he leaves. She opens her handbag and pulls her cyber lover’s number from her wallet. Reaching him, she lets him know there is a key waiting at the desk for him. The thought of such a sexy woman in her hotel room alone, wanting him, waiting for him, was enough for his blood to rush to his penis causing it swell with anticipation. He dresses and drives to the hotel. He approaches the desk and retrieves the key left in his name. He heads to the elevator wondering what she looks like, knowing only what she has revealed in their chats on the net. He arrives at her door and pauses to take a deep breath before unlocking it. He opens the door and hears the sound of water from the bathroom, a trail of panties, stockings and a bra lead to where he finds her taking a long hot shower. He lays his wallet and pocket items on the dressing table and enters the bathroom area. He watches her for a few moments. The shower door is a clear glass one and he can see she is already lathered. She notices his presence and presses her soapy nipples and her wet soapy pussy against the glass door and undulates in a fucking motion against the glass. He finds this terribly exciting and opens the glass door to feast on her beautiful soapy body. She reaches out and pulls him into the shower but he manages to get out of his shoes. She begins unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckles his belt as his pants fall to the floor. She grabs the soap and begins to massage his already thick and hard cock. She lathers and admires it covered with soap. He grabs her by the hair near her ears and gently draws her lips to his deeply kissing her full lips, the ones he has fantasized about kissing over and over for so long. As their tongues dance and explore one another’s hot mouth, she continues to stroke his cock with her soapy hands. While continuing the kiss, he takes the bar of soap and begins to massage her breasts, feeling her nipples harden as he moves the bar over first one breast then the other. He then begins to knead each of them paying equal attention to both and lots of attention to her wet soapy nipples. He slowly moves downward to her already wet pussy with the soap. He strokes her from front to back, from her pubic hair to her asshole and back until she is bouncing up and down from the intense feelings of the bar of soap on her clit. He drops the soap and inserts a finger into her steaming vagina, exploring her not unlike exploring a dark wet cave. He finds her pussy so wet and welcoming; it easily accommodates two, even three fingers while they are still kissing deeply. While he finger fucks her hot pussy she continues to massage his thick, hard cock until he is ready to explode in her hands. They separate for enough time to look hungrily into each other’s eyes. They take time to thoroughly rinse off while continuing to fondle one another. He leans down to suck hungrily on her soap free tits while he uses two hands on her pussy, one hand rubbing her from the front and the other from the rear. She is so wet that he slips fingers of the front hand into her pussy and the fingers from his other hand into her asshole. She feels the intensity from his hands going wild; she seeks out his cock and continues to stroke it. His fingers working expertly on her two holes and his mouth continues to make love to hers. Her kisses are so hot; so exciting their mouths lock together as each explores the other. He pulls back before he explodes in her hands, they open the clear glass shower door and without toweling off they stumble to the king sized bed. He places her on her hands and knees with her full breasts hanging down and he begins to lick her from behind. He starts at her knees and slowly moves up her inner thigh and back to the other leg to slowly lick up that one. He licks the crease of her lips where they join at the thighs, teasing her, licking both sides, never touching her slit with his tongue. He reaches up to fondle her swaying breasts and licks the inner lips of her wet pussy, tasting her sweet juices as they flow freely for him to drink. He moves his tongue over her clit flicking it fast and furious then moves back to her squeaky clean asshole. He licks and probes with his tongue, pausing briefly to insert his tongue into her pussy with darting, fuck like motions. Her knees are bouncing up and down uncontrollably with the need for him to fuck her as he continues to slowly lick her and knead her sensitive breasts and nipples. Seeing and feeling her in such a hot state causes his cock to swell with such desire it swells longer and harder than ever. He positions himself and mounts her from behind, easily burying his eight inch cock in her until his full balls rest heavily against her hot wet pussy. He reaches under the two of them and begins to stroke her swollen wet clit with two fingers, one on each side rhythmically until she bucks her hips around him with excitement. Gently but firmly grabbing her hair and pulling her back toward him, he begins to stroke her with long, slow and deep strokes, pulling out to where his cock head is just outside the lips of her pussy and slowly slipping back in to the root. He feels every bit of her hot pussy engulf his cock as he continuously moves in and out of her. His cock swelling even more, he feels the inevitable rush of cum begin to make his balls tingle and he begins to pound into her hot cauldron of love, she has experienced several small orgasms by now, and he senses the explosive one coming, he pumps harder and harder deep inside her, he feels her pussy cinch down on his engorged cock causing him to explode deep inside her as she screams out her orgasm at the same time. They collapse onto the bed with his body covering her. She pulls her legs up tightly in order to keep his cock lodged within her. He holds her tenderly and softly kisses her face and neck, whispering how great she feels to him and how much he has enjoyed fucking her this way. They finally roll over, she places her head on his chest as he strokes her hair and her back, and they revel in the after glow of a fantastic fuck, anticipating the next one. He can hardly believe that she will be here an entire week. He reflects on the talks they shared on line, her fantasies she shared with him and the fuck they just experienced. He knows he is in for an exciting sexually filled week. The Shower It was a hot, humid afternoon and I felt sticky and restless. I lay on the couch , idly flipping though the channels. Outside, I could hear the cicadas buzzing and the steady hum of traffic. I wanted to bite something. I had the strangest longing and didn’t know what it was I really wanted to be doing, but lying on the couch certainly wasn’t doing anything for me. I decided to take a shower. I went into the bathroom and turned on the taps. The water takes a while to warm up, and while I wanted to cool off, I also didn’t want to freeze. I played with the faucets for a moment, trying to get them to a nice temperature somewhere in the middle; not too hot, but not cold either. Just a nice, pleasant temperature that would rejuvenate me, help me to relax and maybe distract me from the strange empty sensation I was experiencing. I took off my T-shirt and panties (both plain white cotton, all I could stand wearing in this weather) and stepped into the stall. The water cascading around my shoulders felt like a song. The odd ache I was feeling began to pass as I rubbed my shoulders and my breasts as the water fell all around me. I took the shampoo bottle and squeezed some out into my palm, lathering it a little between my hands before applying it to my hair. Lifting my hair up and working the shampoo through it was a very sensual act for me and I was able to shake the restlessness I had been feeling all day for the first time. Humming to myself, I turned so the water could rinse my hair clean, and reached for my puff and shower gel. As I washed myself slowly, relishing the soft feel of the puff and the soap suds against my skin, I heard the door, and knew that my love must be home. Smiling softly to myself, I continued. Only a few moments passed before the bathroom door opened. I turned around, a little surprised that he would walk in on me. With the steam from the shower, I could not see him very clearly through the stall doors, but I realized very quickly that he was getting undressed. My body responded suddenly; I felt my pussy growing wet and I shivered a little. When he opened the door, I was facing him and I was smiling. He stepped into the stall and closed the door, a stern look on his face. The smile fell from my lips when I saw the commanding look in his eyes. “On your knees”, he said. A little surprised by his aggressive tone, but even more surprised by my compelling need to do as he told me, I knelt on the cold tiles on the floor of the shower stall. The water continued to spray down on me from above as he took a handful of my wet hair and guided my head to his cock. Without hesitation, I reached for it and put it in my mouth, sucking gently. He responded with a growl, and said “Harder”, and started to thrust himself into my mouth as he held me in place by my hair. The ache I had been feeling earlier returned, only now I knew what it was. I needed this, I needed him and I needed to serve him. We stayed that way for what seemed a long time. When he finally released my hair, I felt weak at the knees. He offered me his hand and told me to stand. As I rose, a slight smile came to his lips and I shivered again as he first cupped my breast gently, then pinched the nipple hard. “Turn around”, he ordered, and I did as he asked without a word. “Now, put your hands on the wall, above your head”. I looked back at him over my shoulder questioningly, but he only replied with a hard slap on my ass, and a guttural “Do as I tell you.” Shivering, but knowing better than to argue at this point, I placed my hands on the wall. “Higher”, he said, and when I complied he spoke again. “Good girl. Now spread your legs”. Resisting the urge to look back at him again, I did as I was told. He slapped my ass again and said “Wider”. In spite of myself, I whimpered a little and he slapped me again. “Do it.” I moved my feet apart a few more inches and was rewarded by his hand slowly caressing my rear, soothing the places he had spanked. “Good girl. Do you want to be fucked?” he asked, and I moaned a little. His hand slapped my ass once more as he commanded “Answer me. Do you want to be fucked?”. I whispered “yes”. “Louder. Say it so I can hear you.” “yes.” He reached around me and pinched my nipple again, even harder this time. “Good girl.” The next thing I was aware of was his finger sliding in between my lips, lingering a moment on my clit. I was wetter than I had ever been, and my body convulsed just a tiny bit as he rubbed the little button of flesh between my legs. He laughed, and took his hand away, making me ache for his touch even more. “Not so fast. You don’t get to come so soon. You haven’t earned it yet.” Moaning again, this time with pure frustration, I could barely make out the word “please”. He chuckled, and slid his finger deep inside me now, thrusting it in and out. “Please what?” “Please fuck me”, I pleaded. “Good girl. All you had to do was ask.” he replied. I felt his finger leave my pussy and in a moment, the head of his cock was rubbing against my clit. I trembled with excitement as he moved it back and forth, wanting him to push it deep inside of me but also afraid to lose the exquisite torture of the contact I now had. Without warning, he shoved it inside with one deep thrust. I gasped, and he leaned in, his chest across my back, one hand supporting himself on the wall and the other squeezing my breast. He started to thrust back and forth, harder and faster than I had ever known him to go before. Normally, I am not very vocal when we make love, but being taken in this way was so intense that I could not help but whimper and cry out as he fucked me. He bit my neck, and I am not ashamed to say that I came when he did it. Impossibly, he began to thrust even harder. I knew that he was close to the edge then, and I squeezed the muscles inside my pussy around his shaft. “Oh, God,” I moaned, “I want you to come”. After one last, very deep thrust, he pulled out of me, and his semen shot out onto my back. Both of us were gasping, and he rested his head for a moment on my shoulder before turning me around to face him. He embraced me warmly and kissed me as the warm water from the shower rinsed the sweat from both our bodies. Smiling, he looked deep into my eyes and said “So, how was your day?”. The Shower He had always been curious about what it would be like, but had never really thought he could go through with it. That was of course until he had met Sadie, she told him that she wanted to make all his fantasies come true. No matter how nasty, she was willing to please him in every way possible. One night after a particularly intense session of rough sex Keith and Sadie were lying snuggled close when she asked what he wanted to do sexually more than anything, something that was taboo that would shock those who knew him. At first he just looked at her shaking his head in the negative, he couldn’t tell her she would think he was gross or nuts. She may leave him if she new what he wanted. She leaned over him her hair caressing his cheek. She kissed his lips lightly. “Keith I love you no matter what you tell me, I just want to make all your fantasies come true.” She said this while her hand slowly made a journey down his chest, to his flat tummy, further still to his flaccid penis. With just a light flick of her finger tips it was soon swelling to the nice hard 7 inches she loved so much. She stroked harder making it swell even more...she leaned over and nibbled his ear “tell me what you want more than anything Keith” she purred. He was hard pressed to resist when she was stroking his cock so fucking hard. “God damn Sadie your making me so hot.” He groaned out…she just laughed, she knew what she was doing, she always knew. He was going to tell her whether he wanted to or not. She got on her knees in front of him and licked the tip of his engorged cock…the flick of her tongue had him shaking. “Tell me NOW Keith.” She demanded. He sucked in his breath “God ok, ok, ok fuck I’ll tell you.” He caught his breath and pulled her up to him, looked her straight in the eyes. “You’re a bitch I swear. I want to be with a guy; I want to feel a cock in my ass slamming me, making me cum like I have never cum before.” When he told her this her pussy instantly got wet and her clit tightened up just like it would right before she came. She could envision her sexy prince getting fucked nasty by a guy. She had an idea but didn’t let him know about it. No she’d save that for later, for now she had to fuck him Hard, he had made her so hot with that confession and she needed to feel that hard cock deep in her wet, tight cunt. She climbed on top of him straddling his hips and oh so slowly started lowering herself on his cock. When he was buried to the hilt she let out a groan as did he. “Fuck you feel so good inside my pussy Keith. You own this pussy and I own this cock isn’t that right?” She asked as her hips started gliding back and forth on his shaft. Her wetness surrounded him and he started bucking his hips up. “Fuck me Sadie, fuck me, ride me bitch.” He gritted between his tightly clenched teeth. Sadie started riding faster, harder. The thought of his ass getting violated turned her on more than she thought possible. Her nails dug into his chest leaving bloody trails as she drug them down to his abdomen. Soon her pussy could take no more she had to release the juice that was building inside her…with one hard plunge; she was screaming her orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck God damn that’s so fucking good.” Her juices started flowing down his cock dripping down his balls, all too shortly she felt his seed pumping hard, hot and sticky inside of her. She collapsed on his chest, sucking in her breath trying to breath like normal. God he and only he could make her lose control that way. A couple nights later when Keith came over for dinner Sadie had arranged for a small part of his fantasy to come true. She still had plans but she wanted to let him feel some of it before the big show. After a couple hours of fore play on the couch she told him to go to the bedroom get undress and assume the position, meaning on his hands and knees. As he had been her little submissive on more than one occasion he did as she asked without question. As he kneeled there his cock got harder and harder waiting for what she would do to him…At one point when he heard some noise and tried to turn around to see what she was doing she slapped his ass hard. “No do not turn around slut, do as I tell you and don’t move.” After a few moments he felt her come up behind him, still yet this was not a new thing or it wasn’t till he felt something hard pressed up against the crack of his ass. She leaned forward kissed then bit the back of his neck. “Keith I’m going to initiate you, I’m going to be the first to fuck your tight asshole.” She panted out. “Does that meet with your approval my love?” She asked him. It seemed like he stopped breathing for a moment before, he gasped out “Yes…Yes please take my ass.” She rubbed some lube on the fake cock she had strapped around her waist. She then proceeded to rub the fake cock up and down the seam of his ass, his breathing became shallow, and Sadie then opened the cheeks of his ass and started rubbing lube onto the puckered hole of his ass, slipping her pinky inside then taking it out, then adding another one of her digits, then another till she had three fingers buried deep in his anal passage. She pumped them in and out making him moan and beg for more. Soon she complied. Pushing the head of the cock against the hole in his ass made her feel powerful…soon she would open that hole and make it virgin no more just as he had taken her ass for the first time. He moaned out, she could tell he wanted it. She had gone out and bought a fairly nice sized strap on, she made sure it wasn’t too big as to rip his ass; too much that is. Sadie knew Keith loved fucking nasty and hard. If at the end one of them was bleeding then they had fucked right. As she placed her hands on his hips she asked “Are you ready to have me in your ass? Are you ready for me to break your cherry?” The thought was making her hot and she could feel her juices sliding down her thighs. Without hesitation or waiting for his reply she started shoving the 6 inch cock in his tight asshole. He cried out in pain which only made her drive deeper. “mmm yes you’re my bitch aren’t you Keith?” she slid in a little bit more then her conscious walked out the door and she didn’t care if she hurt him. The first time he took her ass he had raped it; bloodied it and she wanted to do the same to his. “I’ll be gentle my love” she whispered. He nodded “yes please Sadie be gentle it hurts already.” That was all she needed. He was her bitch and she would do with him what she wished. She pulled back out of his ass a wee bit then with a plunge of her rounded hips she slammed the cock so hard and so deep in his ass that he literally screamed out in pain. She loved it. She watched as little blood droplets dripped onto the shaft of the strap on. “Oh Keith that hurts doesn’t it slut?” She said as she pressed as hard inside of his tight ass as she could. He nodded his head for that’s all he could do at the moment. Sadie started pulling out then thrusting back in. Raping his ass, making it hers. “who’s ass is this?” she asked repeatedly fucking him harder and harder. Her nails scratching down his taunt back. She watched as red welts of blood started dripping down his back. Her clit was so swollen and it was all she could do to not cum herself. She started pumping in and out of his tight ass, fucking him harder and harder. The louder he moaned the harder she violated his ass. She pulled the short hair he had on his head calling him her little fuck slut as she rammed into him. He started panting like a dog. “yeah my bitch yeah. Do you want to cum now?” she asked slamming so hard she thought she would come out the other side. “Yes, yes, yes.” He panted. “As you wish” she said as she slammed into him hard one last time and with an animalistic yell his seed squirted all over the black sheets. He collapsed flat on his face when she pulled the member out of his ass. She laid down next to him kissing his shoulder. “Was that good my darling?” She asked rubbing her hand up and down one cheek of his ass. She knew he had to be soar she remembered the first time he had taken her ass, she couldn’t walk properly for a couple days. He gulped in his breath and nodded his head “Yes that was more than good baby that was exactly what I wanted.” She knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth. She knew he wanted a real man to fuck his ass. Little did he know that she had more in store for him in the near future. Two weeks had passed since that night, and they were in New Jersey visiting some of Keith’s family and friends. They had been there for a good 4 days when Sadie decided that it was time for Keith’s ultimate fantasy to come true. They had been together for two months now and in that two months they had done some wild, nasty shit. When he wanted to try water sports she said lets do it, when he wanted to tie her up she said I’ll get the silk scarves, and when he wanted to be spanked and bitten she said do me as well. But this, well this was different. Two months and it had been strictly just the two of them, now she would watch another person fuck him. She had to make sure this was something she could handle. It didn’t matter whether it was a man or a woman; he was hers and she didn’t want to lose him, but she also figured as long as she lived out and let him live out his fantasies he wouldn’t go outside the relationship for it. Soon she had convinced herself and set it all up. He had just enjoyed a most strenuous work out and now he needed to shower before going home. Sadie and he were suppose to go out to a nice restaurant tonight and he didn’t want to go back to his parents house smelling of sweat so he decided to shower at the gym. When he had walked back to the locker room he had noticed that he was about the only one in the gym except for one other guy. He hurried to the showers, there he turned the spray on full blast and let the hot steam soothe his aching muscles. The combination felt good. He was letting the spray massage his chest muscles when all the sudden he felt someone behind him. An arm came around his waist and an deep voice whispered in his ear. “Don’t move, I’ve been watching you for the last hour and I know from a reliable source that you want this.” Keith couldn’t lie and say he didn’t; the feel of the big hand traveling down his abdomen past his happy trail and taking his now thickly aroused cock in hand felt good. The mans hand started stroking Keith’s cock, rubbing his thumb around the pulsating head. Keith moaned and his head fell back in abandon. He knew he should stop this but this yet he wanted it so bad. There was no one else in the gym to see them, no one had to know. He could not resist he had to have this, ever since that night that Sadie had initiated his ass he craved more. The man bit the side of his neck and whispered for him to get on all fours on the shower floor. He did as asked and got on all fours, not once did he look behind him to see what the man looked like, he didn’t care he just knew that he wanted to be taken. The man rubbed his cock down the seam of his ass just like Sadie had done but this time it felt more real, it was more real. He held his breath waiting for the ultimate to happen. He didn’t have long to wait. The man pulled back and slammed hard into his tender ass. He moaned out in pain and in pleasure, this wasn’t a 6inch cock in his ass this time, no this was at least 8inches and real. He bit his lip as the man started thrusting in and out. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed something, he tensed up expecting to see another guy spying on him. What he saw instead was his beautiful girlfriend Sadie standing naked watching them. She walked over to the two men looked Keith in the eyes and got on her knees in front of him she kissed his lips then laid on her back slid under him so that her face was where his cock was hard and pulsing against his tummy. She started sucking him as the man started fucking him. Keith almost blew his load right then but something made him hold back. He thought that this might be a once in a lifetime experience and he wanted to make it last as long as he could. He leaned into Sadie and started lapping up the juices flowing from her pink pussy. She moaned around his cock and that made his balls tighten. He stopped eating her long enough to tell the guy to fuck him harder. The man did as told, gripping Keith’s hips tight and started slamming harder; Keith made a small mew in the back of his throat as he felt his ass rip just a tiny bit from the brutal assault. As he felt the first drop of blood drip down the crack of his ass at the same time he felt the mans cum start shooting inside him. The man moaned and thrust his hips harder and harder against Keith. Keith’s own seed started dripping out of Keith’s well filled hole…at the same time his own seed started shooting down Sadie’s throat. She swallowed as fast as she could taking every last drop. It seemed that the earth had stopped spinning for hours but it was just a mater of minutes. Sadie and Keith came back to reality, the man was gone and there on the shower floor they both laid. Luke warm water now spraying their exhausted bodies. Keith reached for Sadie wrapped her in his arms and kissed her forehead. “that was for you she whispered.” Hugging him back tightly. She knew that she would do anything for him and if he wanted that to happen again so be it. The Shower Water flows over me like the hands of a lover, running through my hair, and caressing my breasts warmly to trickle from the tips. They harden ironically against the warmth, but not with cold. i reach for my lathering lover, and work up a creamy froth on the short beard i leave for this very purpose. The dove bar had possibilities right out of the box, but it's bi-curved shape has long since worn down to fit my nether declivity like nothing else. my feminine erection engages the grove it has worn in it, and sends electric messages of pleasure up my spine. i fall back against the wall, nearly overcome with sensation, and the water recedes so as not to rinse away my moisture. i can see Him in my mind then, my perfect man, tall, strong, and harsh. His face hidden in the shadow of enigma, a stranger who nonetheless knows my needs as well as i. i cup my fingers together, and stab them roughly into myself, knowing in my mind's eye that it's actually Him entering me. His large hard warm erection bottoming out, stretching me, bashing against my cervix. Thick warm white fluid rolls down my legs to spatter against the tub. No longer suds, it's His seed being obliterated by the lobster slaying rain. I gasp breathless touching the back side of my clitoris, and a reflexive twitch in my abdomen tells me i've ejaculated. Not truly an orgasm, it's still a pleasurable step on the way to ecstasy. It builds within me, boiling over until it bursts free in self inflicted rapture. i've been doing this a while, but here's the part i never understood. Right at the moment of climax, my dream man becomes a nightmare. He grabs me, forces me down, and punches into me roughly. He's not making love to me, but hate. Rough painful terrifying rape that i'm forced to replicate with my hands. i rip into myself then, clamp down reflexively on my wrist. Sliding down the wall, I can only groan, and shudder as i molest myself. It's beautiful, and hideous, the pain/pleasure i crave while wishing i could make it stop. The need always overtakes me, and despite the cleansing baptism, i subside feeling dirty. i'll never be truly clean so long as this festers inside me. i get up, crying, maybe, and turn the knob all the way to the right. i don't deserve this, i think as the water turns as frigid as my hardening heart. Goose flesh pops out on my flushed flesh, and my engorged nipples actually contract somewhat. The shameful evidence of my abusing myself washes slowly down the drain. Any hope of a normal clean fantasy life goes with it. Stepping out, i grab a towel, and begin to dry off as best i can in the synthetically humid cell. Drops condense on the mirror to roll down the dew, but i don't move to clear it further. It wouldn't tell me anything i didn't already know, anything i wanted to see. I can admit i'm ugly, if i wasn't, i could get laid, and abandon this pathetic self molestation. I could write a list of the things i wish i had. Puberty now gone, i know my boobs won't get any bigger without expensive augmentation. my naturally blond hair is stringy, and frayed like corn silk. my hips are too wide, and there's nothing to be done about that, but my skinny shoulders make me look weak, and stupid. i've got that damn french nose that's so big the only head it turns is mine in a high wind. i didn't get the chin to match so i look like a stupid school marm. i might as well just get glasses, and perch them on the end of my nose. Tie my thin pitiful hair up in a bun. Wishes don't accomplish anything, i sigh as i step out to go get some clothes. i dress to minimize my shortcomings as much as possible. A full circle broomstick skirt covers up my broad pelvis, and thick thighs. A water bra adds some weight, and gives the illusion of cleavage. A low necked baggy shirt shows it off. i put on heels so my calves look better, and i don't seem so stumpy. Another sigh, and i head out towards the school to see if i can make any friends. It never works, they always seem to sense my utter lack of self esteem no matter how much confidence i pump into my walk. i don't even bother any more, it's too exhausting. i'm back to my same old mousy little mince that doesn't do me any better, but feels more like me. Soon, i can hear the buzz of Mill Ave. ahead over more local traffic. The constant conversations amplified by repetition, mufflers spouting an impressive four cylinder hum, the drum circler pounding out a tribal accompaniment to people actually having a good time. i cut through the alley behind the bar i get too drunk at too often, and slip around the corner to the door. i can't even remember the name of the place, i think it's the address, 1622, or maybe the year it opened. No, that can't be right. The sound changes, but not much. The Race cars recede, but there's still the din of too many people talking at once. i take a seat, and order an Ouzo to hedge against bad breath. Of course nobody approaches me, i have to pay for my own damn overpriced drinks. The only conversation i have is with the bartender, to order more mind numbing alcohol. i hate my life. It wasn't my dream lover, i knew that much through the countless drinks. Though i never conjured a face for him, i'm sure i would've given him more hair, less pudge. It wouldn't do for a fantasy to be less attractive even than me. Fortunately, it was a blur of frantic movement seen through the alcoholic haze. With less luck, my pain receptors weren't dulled enough. Maybe they where, it just hurt that much. It was nothing like my fantasies, no matter how much i hurt myself, abused myself, made myself feel dirty, this was an order of magnitude worse. It was a dry fuck, for one, regardless of how much i had to drink. He tore into me, made a wound of my most precious flesh. His incessant insistent friction abrading, and tearing me out. i screamed into his hand, flailed uselessly, weakly, drunkedly to just get him out of me. i felt more violated than i could ever do to myself. i dared not wretch, but i could feel the gorge rise in my throat. i hadn't had that much, i always stopped before the toxic stage, but it was his nauseating abuse of my viscera that made my bowels rebel. Finally, i gave in to it, perhaps hoping it'd disgust him enough to just leave me alone. Blocked from my mouth, it backed up into my nose, and shot out obscenely. He jerked his soiled hand back, but kept making hate to me. i tried to scream, but the side cramping heaves of disgust prevented it. i could barely breathe in, and out between the spasmodic clenching of my guts. i could hear him, though, his disgust at me, and what i'd done. He heaped the abuse on top of my already low self image, commented on everything i hated about myself. At last, the puking stopped, and the dry bile spewing heaves that followed, and i managed to scream. Below the pervasive thrum of Mill Ave., it couldn't have carried far, but he didn't take that chance. Finally, he withdrew, and left me there. i wallowed a while in my self pity, and the acrid, no doubt flammable former contents of my stomach. Ironically, i felt nominally better. The adrenaline, and projectile ejection of my poison sobered me up a bit. Emotionally, i felt worse than ever. i could only feel it more lucidly without the inebriation. i couldn't bring my self to open my eyes, but felt sure that if i could, i'd see Hell above me. From this vantage point, lower than any tortured soul, i could think of nothing existing under me. The solid asphalt of the alley floor was bedrock, there was nothing lower. i eventually decided to get up, because i had nowhere else to go. i didn't feel any higher as i carried myself home, climbed the Sisyphean infinity of my steps only to lock myself into the claustrophobic hole i call home. The shower no longer looks like the haven it once was, just a place to clean off the vomit. All the pleasure, and dirty shame is condensed now to the act of getting the real filth off of me. i already know from experience that it wont cleanse the soiling of my tarnished soul. The water is, at least hot, and i push it to a scalding level. The painful heat burns me away to the cold hard core that i have become. The vomit washes away, but that's just the grime people can see. i'll never be truly clean again. My body is still wracked with spasms, but without anything in my stomach, it's now sobs that twist me into a singular ache. Again, the water only washes away the symptom, it doesn't make me well inside. i'm too damn waterproof, and i just want to tear open my flesh to let it in. My nails make a new pain on my arms, teeth break through the flesh of my wrists. It helps a lot, overpowering the false pain of my useless heart. i don't need to feel any more, so it's a useless organ. The hot water goes away. i don't even care, it's more than i need, more than i deserve with my cold heart. It's bracing, tempering, and that's what i need. To quench the fire in my heart, and add some strength to it's iron. i don't want to die anymore, that's too weak a thought. i've annealed too much, and that's what nearly killed me. I won't let it, that's supposed to make Me stronger, right? I need to do more surviving. This soft life I've been living has made Me weak. If I can't be pretty, then I might as well be tough. Sure as hell beats being weak. Damn right I won't ever be clean again. I'd like to thank that fucker for opening My eyes. I don't need to be clean, I need to get down, and dirty. Clean is for the weak, the helpless, the little girl I used to be. Coming out of the shower is a rite of passage. That little victim is dead, and only the Bitch comes out. I'm just glad no one knew her but Me. The Shower Moving languidly to the side and stretching lightly. Her feet drop over the side of the bed as she sits up...looking over her shoulder at him with a playful little smile and a wink as her hair cascades softly down her body like a blanket of soft golden silk. Setting the covers aside and standing..her feet sinking in the deep plush carpet, as she steps over to the heavy drapes hanging from the double French doors. With a happy laugh she throws the drapes back letting the moon light dance into the room, bathing it in a soft white light. Silhouetted in the soft shimmering rays of the light, her skin bathed softly, like a lovers caress, she looks like a statue...staring to the heavens, as they bestow upon her the mysteries of the universe and all the secrets of time itself. Looking back to him, the light dancing softly across the huge bed, his form outlined under the sheet as he props himself on an elbow to watch her. The knowing smile parting his lips as his teeth flash white as the smile widens. Pushing open the French doors she turns away walking, with the smooth grace of a woman aware of her own strength and power. As she passes the foot of the bed his gaze follows her, slowly taking in each line of her form..each curve ..knowing that his touch has found each hidden place and explored it thoroughly...as the smile softens knowing he will again and again find those secret places and never tire in exploring them anew each time. Laying back, he pillows his head on his hands. "Breakfast in bed every day love..?" his soft sensual chuckle moving through the room as she reaches the bathroom door. Her hand on the door, as she leans her naked form to the cool frame...her hair parting like a curtain as her breast peeks through the opening. One leg bent with her inner thigh rests lightly against the frame, as she looks over at the man laying there... "As you wish my liege..." spoken in a mocking voice .. filled with a husky passion. His rumbling laughter filling the room as he throws back the covers with the quick flick of his hand. The opulent moonlight dancing on his naked form casting shadows that hide his secret places invitingly. His chest bathed in the soft white light as he sits up..the moonlight silhouetting his profile as his gaze moves to her...his tongue slowly gliding around the generous line of his lips, recalling the taste of her silky sweat covered skin. Sliding away from the door she moves into the bathroom with a flash of her bare rear before closing the door slightly. The sound of the water being turned on ... echoes in the silence of the bedroom. Moving with the grace of a cat on the hunt he slides from the bed...his arms stretching above him, muscles dancing tight and rigid as they strain against his skin. With silent, graceful steps he moves to the bathroom door..hand on the frame.... waiting. The click of the shower doors closing, the sound of the water changing, he pushes the door ajar, stepping through ...his gaze moving to the frosted glass of the shower doors, watching her as she lifts her hands run through her hair..the water cascading down her silky naked body. Muffled moans and sounds of pleasure reaching his ears as he watches the water caress her like a lover...his eyes lighting with a mischievous glint as his lips curve to a secretive smile. Quietly closing the door ...he reaches over to the counter his hand closing on the sponge sitting there. Turning ...he waits as she turns...the curve of her back presented to him as his gaze darkens and his tongue moves to wet his lips before carefully opening the door ..stepping in and closing silently. Her soft whimpers and moans becoming louder as he lifts the soap ...lathering the sponge generously. His gaze moving from the top of her golden head ..slowly down to her shoulder and following the soft curve of her firmly rounded behind..and down her long sensuous legs. Stepping right up behind her, his hands circling her waist, the sponge grazes her taut, flat stomach, moving in soft, slow strokes. The sudden moan pulled from her throat as she leans back against his muscled chest..invokes a deep throaty chuckle from him. His hands moving in a slow caress against her skin as his hips press hard against her ....his cock stirring in reaction to the feel of her wet slick skin. Lowering his head letting his lips graze her neck with a feather like touch...his breath cool as his tongue flicks out tracing the taut cord from under her ear to her shoulder. Her sudden intake of breath urges him to continue the exploration with lips and hands...her head falling back against his solid shoulder as his hand continues to lather her wet, slick skin. Her hands slowly lowering to reach and grasp the sides of his muscled thighs, her nails grazing the sensitive skin as she moves her palms up and down as far as she can reach. Her lips parting slightly as moans of pleasure and whimpers of desire escape mingling with the sounds of the running water. "Let me help you..I'll wash your back for you....love.." His voice husky with desire. The sponge moving in lazy circles lower on her stomach as the other hand slides up along her rib cage turning to cup the underside of her breast in his palm. His thumb moving slowly across the tip of her breast ...from one side to the other as the sponge moves down past he naval...caressing and stroking ever lower. Feeling the tremor pass through her body as she leans against him, her throaty moan, bringing a smile to his lips as he continues to press his hips tightly to hers. A growl rumbling up from his throat as her nails dig into the sides of his thighs and his manhood stiffens, pressed against the rounded curve of her behind. Her tongue slides out worrying the curve of her upper lip as she whimpers, pressing back harder against him...catching her bottom lip in her teeth as the goosebumps rise on her breast. Sliding a hand across the front of his thigh ....pressing it between them, as the water hits her sensitive skin, running in rivets down her breasts and stomach. Her fingers seeking to find and stroke his manhood with a featherlight touch. The hand cupping her breast closing softly, gently kneading and caressing the firm orb as the sponge drops from his fingers to the shower floor. Quickly spreading his hand to her warmth and pressing to her probing with some urgency. The feral groan against her neck as the movement of her fingers make him shudder...the passion growing quickly as he presses her against the shower wall. "Do you know what you do to me..." his voice thick with want and desire... "Do you know the power you have to ..excite and drive me to the point of no return." The whimper and moan from her ..as she presses against him and the warmth of the shower wall...her fingers teasing and playing as she can only nod her head..... calling out in a passionate moan as his hips thrust forward swiftly impaling himself deep within her warmth...his guttural growl against her ear stilling her as their movements become as one in a rhythmic dance of passion. Moans of pleasure..whimpers of unleashed passion fill the room as the two become lost again in each other. The love....the desire.... the uncontrolled passion ... as they become as one..shutting out the rest of the world. Lost in a realm of their own making. The Shower The steam from the shower was fogging up the mirror. Water vapor glistened around Haley’s body as I leaned in the doorway and watched her through the twisted glass of the stand up shower. She moved the soapy sponge over her body, tilting her head back to wet her long sandy blonde hair. I unfastened my belt and kicked my pants off. The metal buckle hit the floor with a high-pitched clank. I pulled my shirt over my head tossing it on the vanity next to Haley’s shed clothing. I opened the shower door, her head jerked in surprise. I pulled my boxers down before I stepped in the shower. She leaned against the side of the shower wall, the tile chillingly cold beneath her back. Her body, heated by the warm shower water, was hot beneath my skin. I brought her chin up with my finger. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of grey with flecks of green and blue. Slowly I moved my hand up and down her slick side, my fingers grazing from her breast down to the thinness of her waist and over her hip. My tongue ran over her lips, parting them, and pushing it’s way inside her mouth. My tongue swirled around hers, exploring the familiar terrain of her mouth. Haley tilted her head to the side and grabbed my ass. She moaned slightly around my tongue as my hand rubbed over her pussy. Gingerly my fingertips tickled her there. I parted her pussy lips with my finger, moving it up and down her wet slit. I moved my head down, briefly flicking her hard nipples with my tongue, passing over her flat stomach. I nuzzled my nose in the small bush of hair on the top of her pussy. On my knees I licked up and down her hot slit. The shower was water running from her stomach down to her pussy. I nuzzled her pussy with my nose, smelling her sweet scent. I slowly pushed my tongue in and out of her dripping cunt. Her hips pushing into my face as my warm tongue filled the entrance to her tight hole. I pushed my tongue in and out, a little faster, sliding over her clit each time. She ran her fingers through my damp, wet, brown hair, pushing my head into her pussy with her hands. I wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezing her slippery ass from behind. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. Lightly I flicked over her clit with my tongue. The shower water made her sex so wet. Softly I blew on her clit, my hot breath sending shivers up her body as it hit the wetness. I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking gently, flicking my tongue on and off. The gushing shower water drowned her soft moans out. I pushed two fingers inside of her, starting slowly, then getting faster, moving them in and out as I sucked her hard clit. Her hips bucked on my face as I thrashed her clit with my tongue and jammed my fingers inside her tight hole. Her wetness drenched my fingers. I stood again, my hard cock pressing against her pussy. I moved my cock up and down on her slit, getting it wet with her juice. I teased her clit with the head of my cock before pushing it in her thigh little her twat. Slowly I moved four inches in and out of her. I pushed the rest of my cock into her pussy, filling her with seven inches of thick cock. Her lips parted and let out a small gasp. She rested her head on my shoulder as I began to speed up. I rammed my hips as my body slapped against her wet, hot skin. I held to her hips, pulling them into mine as I fucked her. With one hand I lifted her leg, holding it at my side as I pounded her pussy. Haley moaned and grunted, her cries of ecstasy filling my ears. “Ohh, yes Gabe,” she whimpered as I started to fuck her harder, pushing and pulling in and out faster and with more force. I rubbed her clit fast with my finger while my cock fucked her. Her moaning was getting more intense as she was reaching her climax. Her tight pussy was around my cock as I shoved it in and out. I was going to cum soon, too. Her body was tensing up, as she let out a cry of pure pleasure. “Ohhh, mmmm, uhhhh, Gabe, yes baby, yes,” Haley groaned. At the same time I shot a stream of hot cum inside her wet cunt as we came together. I pulled out of her as the shower water washed the sweat off my face. I carried her out of the shower, her body light and frail in my strong arms, and I laid her down on the bed, drying her with a bath towel. Delicately I patted her body dry and kissed her, then I rested beside her and she fell asleep in my arms. The Shower Using the key to your house that you gave me, I open the door after I had knocked and no one answered. Thinking you were not home, I hear the shower running in the bathroom and figured that is why you didn't answer. I walk into the bathroom and see your silhouette behind the curtain and hear soft moans coming from you. I pull the curtain back slightly and see you leaning against the wall of the shower and see your hands busy working on your body. One hand is on your breasts and the other is stroking your pussy, but your eyes are closed and you don't notice me. I back away and quickly remove my clothes and slip in unnoticed until I stand between you and the shower head, cutting off the water spray that was massaging your body. Your eyes open as if startled and see me standing there and after the initial shock, a smile falls on your face. "Don't stop honey, keep playing with yourself," I say to you. "Hmmmm," you say, "No, I have something else to play with now." As you say that, your hand reaching down and taking my cock in your hand and slowly move your hand back and forth over the head, feeling it grow to your touch. I move over to the side of you, letting the water continue to pelt against your skin, as I take my hand and gently grab the nearest breast to me and start squeezing it as I lean my head towards you and kiss you in a full, opened mouth kiss. Our tongues dancing with each other's as you reach up and put your hand behind my head, pulling me closer to you. I move my hand over to the other breasts and squeeze that one as well before moving my hand lower to your pussy where I feel your puffy lips, inviting my touch. I insert a finger and feel extreme wetness, partially from the spraying water and your natural juices from your manipulations. My cock now standing to attention, rubs against your hip as your hand continues to stroke it. You break away from our kiss and move your head down to my chest as your tongue busy's itself, roaming over my nipples. Your teeth biting me tenderly on the nipples, causing them enough pain to get them aroused and erect. Pulling me over under the spray of water, you start moving down my body, licking and kissing as you go until you reach the my cock and use your tongue to glide over the head and down the sides and back up again. Partly from the spray of the tiny needles of the water on my skin and the hot caressing of your tongue, my cock feels like it wants to burst out of the skin from the pleasure it is receiving. You take the head into your mouth and continue to slide your hand up and down on it as your other hand reaches under and caresses my balls. Suddenly, without warning, you plunge your mouth over the length of my cock, taking it deep within your mouth and slowly withdrawing it until only the tip of my head is feeling your licking tongue. You continue this manner several times as moans escape my lips and my hips start thrusting forward, wanting to lose my cock in your mouth again. Your teasing causing tingling sensations throughout my body as you plunge forward again, this time taking your time to let my cock feel your throat manipulating the head. "Oh baby, I can't take much more than this," I said, "I'm fixing to cum." My words only enhance your assault on my cock as you take both hand and move them around to my ass, and pull me deeper as my cock is now fucking your mouth. My hips in complete rhythm with your moving mouth as my balls are slapping against your chin. "God, baby, here it comes, Oh yesssssssss, please don't stop what you are doing." I moan. You pull me into you as far as you can and hold that position as my cock erupts, sending jets of hot cum against the back of your throat. You feel the cum shooting into your mouth, but maintain your position with my cock buried deep inside of you and swallow several times, but not letting any drops fall from your grasp. My body tenses and just my cock throbs and jerks, giving you every drop my balls could muster. You slowly withdraw your mouth from the length of my cock and begin licking the head, catching the last few drops of my cum. You look up at me and see total satisfaction gleaming from my face. As you stand up and move closer to kiss me, and show me your tongue, with droplets of cum that you want to share with me in our kiss. I kiss you, tasting myself and feeling the warmth of your tongue. I say, "Geez, you are so wonderful……Damn, you make me feel so good." Changing our position, you against the wall and the water now spraying over your body, I move my head down and begin kissing your erect nipples. Taking them between my teeth, biting you lightly, I hear your moans, sending shivers down my spine. I move down, running my tongue over your belly, pausing at your navel and twirling my tongue inside of it, causing you to moan even louder. My hand moves lower and you part your legs to accommodate my touch as I begin rubbing it over your already swollen lips from your earlier manipulations of them. "That's it baby, put your fingers in my hot pussy," you say. "I want to feel your fingers going in and out of me, nowwwww." I take two fingers and insert them between your lips and start sliding them in and out of your saturated pussy, as I move my tongue and begin licking your lips and letting it slide in momentarily and brush against your clit. Your hand moves to my head and you try to position it directly over your clit but I resist you, wanting to tease you a little. Reaching for your hips, I turn you around with your back to me and you put your hands on the wall and move your ass back, with legs spreading automatically. I gaze at your beauty, my heart skipping a beat in amazement how sexy this position is. I insert my fingers again and start fucking you with my fingers. "Oh yessssssssss, " you moan as I continue my stroking. Your hand moves down and you begin massaging your clit, hard and furious. I take my hands and grab each cheek of your ass and pull them apart exposing your rim as I start at the base of your ass and lick all the way up sending chills through your body. I continue and pause at the rim of your ass and massage it with my tongue, causing you to gasp and stroke harder on your clit. I lick downward and insert my tongue into the folds of your pussy, catching your juices and then lick up again and twirl my tongue on your exposed ass. Hardening and extending my tongue, I simulate fucking your ass with my tongue as I insert my fingers back into your pussy, feeling your fingers moving harder and harder against your clit. Your body tenses as your pussy explodes, cum wracking your body as I continue as hard as I can. My cock, hard as a rock now, I move up and position my cock at the opening of your drenched pussy and in one swift motion, plunge it in your hot hole. "Oh, my Godddddd," you scream, "Yesssssssss, fuck me hard…….make me feel you inside of me…….I want to feel you cum inside of me." My hips moving like a jack hammer, plunging my cock hard into your pussy, wanting you to feel my meat moving in and out of you. I hold your hips and pull you back against my thrusting cock. Your fingers still stroking your clit and causing you to cum again and again. I lean forward and grasp your breasts in my hand, pinching your nipples and pulling them forward, causing you to feel the pain, both in your breasts as well as my pounding cock. "That's it baby, fuck me harder." You say, "ewwwwwwwwww, oh yessssssssss…..that's it…….God, I'm going to cum again." "Squeeze my balls baby," I say as you reach down and grab them and start massaging them, milking them, sending my cum, rushing out of the tip of my cock, flooding you with hot scalding cum.….spurt after spurt, splattering against the back of your exploding pussy. Your muscles of your pussy squeezing my cock, trying to get every last drop of cum I have for you. Our bodies tense as if suspended in animation as my cock twitches, unloading every drop. As if all of the strength has left our bodies, we collapse on the floor, our breathing labored, our hearts pounding, holding each other, feeling the water pelt our skins, cooling our bodies down from the heat we have generated. You look up into my eyes, and reach your hand behind my head and pull me towards you as we kiss and feel the moment of pleasure that has wracked our bodies. I tell you, "Baby, you are so fucking fantastic, you do things to me that I've never known before. You have reached the very depths of my desires." We kiss one more time and get up, dry ourselves off and get dressed for the day. My mind reeling, thinking of our next episode, wanting it more than I've ever wanted anything before. I kiss you good bye, and anxiously await when we can be together again. Thank you my love, you are so good to me. The Shower I awoke, feeling languorous and relaxed, like a smug satisfied cat. I instantly remembered our lovemaking of the night before, starting with the blissful time on the sofa in front of the fire, and the hours afterwards. I smiled at the memories. Then became aware of the feel of your mouth on my breast. I slowly moved my head to look down at yours, hair tussled and mussed after much activity, and realised you had fallen asleep in your favourite position, with my nipple in your mouth. This was all very well, but I needed to use the bathroom - urgently. I lifted my hand and scissoring my first and second finger around my breast and nipple, gently eased the very puckered nub out of your mouth with a quiet plop. You moaned quietly and attempted to snuggle closer to me. I held you gently to prevent any sudden movements and slid out from under your head, covered you again, smiling at your protesting murmurings and quickly padded to the bathroom. While I was there, I smiled to myself as a plan took shape in my mind. Remembering it was the weekend, there was no time limit on us, it all fell into place. I knew just how we would be spending our day. When I had finished, I went quietly back to the bedroom, gathered a few things and returned them to the bathroom, covered with a towel. I checked the shower, made sure there were plenty of soft, thick towels big enough to cover a succulent body and then returned to the bed and you. As I slid under the covers, turning to lie on my side facing you, I smiled at the sight of your sweet face, so relaxed. I reached out my hand and gently brushed your wild hair from your face, stroking your cheek with the back of my fingertips as I did. Your body moved slightly, a moan, and then slowly your eyelids fluttered and then focussed on me. Then you smiled, and it took my breath away. The softness in your eyes. "Hullo, lover," your voice so low I could hardly hear it. Your hand reached up to cover mine and brought it to your mouth, softly kissing my palm and the inside of my wrist, making me shudder. Within an instant the smile had turned to plainly visible desire. Heavens, this woman is insatiable, does she never tire? If I had any doubts about my little surprise, they were vanquished in that moment. I lowered my hand to your breast, pushing the covers back slightly so I could see them. Despite my hours and hours of tender touching and loving, I just could not get enough of them. As my fingertips gently teased your nipple, I watched it grow and harden, heard your breathing, your soft moaning, and looked up to see your eyes watching me intently, trying not to close. I smiled at you, moved myself closer and sliding my arm around you, pulled you close and slowly and gently pressed my lips to yours, their questing movements finally persuading you to open your lips and let my tongue in to wish you a good morning. As our tongues greeted and danced with each other your arms enfolded me, pulling me even tighter, our breasts pressing together, nipples touching and rubbing, sending delicious sensations throughout my body. I felt your leg gently insinuate its way in between mine, and slowly but firmly press upwards against my warm wetness. God, how could I be so wet, so soon, or maybe I just have not stopped yearning for you all night. What an incredible testament to your powers of arousal, to keep me wet all night, without a touch. I felt your hands on my hair, my shoulders, my neck, down my back, my sides and then over my backside, shaping the pronounced curve before your fingers dipped into my cleft, making me hiss and pull away from your fingers; ah, that was the plan all along. I smiled in my head as I pushed my pussy against your thigh even harder, making me gasp. Such a devious girl. Through the haze of my growing desire, I remembered my plans and gently disentangled myself from your arms, your legs, your lips, you. "Sara, I need a shower, come with me? Wash my back for me?" You pouted beautifully at me, "Only your back? Spoilsport." I quickly kissed the tip of your nose and smiling happily threw the covers back, making you shiver, and dragged my body out of bed. "Come on sleepyhead, a shower will make us feel better and ready for," I paused momentarily, "..whatever the day has to offer." You heard my hesitation and immediately your eyes sparkled. You knew, just knew that I was up to something. I was learning quickly. As I walked across to the bathroom, I could feel your eyes burning into my back, but refused to turn around, I wanted you there by choice. I heard the movements of the bed-clothes and smiled in satisfaction as I heard you pad quickly across the floor to catch up with me. I turned to look at you, and once again, the sight of you took my breath away. For a moment, I could not help myself. I reached for you, pulled you against me, gathering your hair into one hand, gently pulling downwards to lift your head to me. I stopped my mouth a breath away from yours, and seeing an answering need in your eyes, passionately pressed my mouth to yours, growling low in my throat as our mouths opened wider and wider, tongues thrusting feverishly against each other, your body pressed against me, your arms around me pulling you closer to me, as close as was possible. When I felt you lift one leg and bend it round my hip, I knew it was time to stop, this was moving way to fast. I pulled my mouth away from yours, loving the sight of your closed eyes, the sound of your moan. I dropped my hand from your hair and noisily, smacked your bottom. "Shower!" I growled, trying to sound gruff, but only succeeding in sounding like the croaky old woman I was. I led the way in, turned on the water and watched you watching me, as it warmed up. When the temperature was right I held out my hand and you took it, stepping in and using my hand to pull yourself against me, rubbing your body against me. "Minx" I muttered, smiling happily. "Shower, then maybe some fun." I pulled you under the water, which was now deliciously warm, listening to your moans of pleasure as the water poured over our bodies. I reached for the soap gel and handed it to you. "I believe you were going to wash my back." Your mouth gaped slightly, but when you saw my smile, your eyes narrowed, knowing this was going somewhere, but not sure yet, just where. I held out my hand and nodded to the gel. "You do the back, I'll do the front." I could see on your face that you were trying to work out what was happening. "OK, I'll play your games. For now," you muttered squeezing some of the gel into my hands. With a deep breath, I turned my back on you and began to lather myself, shoulders, breasts - which were already tingling, and a quick glance showed my nipples to be very hard - stomach, thighs. I concentrated on my task, t take my mind off your hands, which were now, very slowly and searchingly, moving into every crevice and space. It was all I could to not to shiver. I felt them on my shoulders, sliding flat-palmed over my back, managing a sly graze against the sides of my breasts, making me shiver slightly; then down my lower back, my sides - you know this is one of my hot spots and I knew you would linger. You did not disappoint. Then the part I had been waiting for, girding myself for, as your hands gliding over my cheeks, the movement slowing, turning into a caress. As your fingers slipped to the underside of my cheeks, they gently made their way to the crevice, and you very slowly dragged one finger from the top as far down as you could reach, circling briefly over my hole before dragging back up again and on to my lower back. God, it was all I could do not to cry out. As nonchalantly as I could, I just muttered, "Don't forget to do my thighs, love." I felt your hand hesitate, knowing you were wondering whether to try again, then I felt them on my thighs, softly circling and caressing, gently rubbing the soap into my skin, and then down past my knees, my calves, then back up again. I felt your movement stop, but did not turn back. I almost jumped when I felt your hands on my waist, pulling me against you, felt your breath close to my ear, as you whispered, "Ready to rinse yet?" I turned round and you were so close our breasts rubbed together. "Mmmmmmmmmmm" you purred, sensuously rubbing your breasts against mine, smiling into my eyes. My heart was pounding, along with my pussy. "OK." I muttered. I stood under the water, turning under the jet. "Can you check my back please, " I asked quietly. There was a pause, and then I felt your hands again, lightly on my shoulders, my back, my bottom and down my legs. "All gone." Aah, now it was working. I could hear the huskiness in your voice. You were enjoying this. I turned to you. "Now its your turn. Shall I do your back," I paused, watching your face, "..or your front?" You looked at me through narrowed, but sparkling eyes. The game was beginning to please. "Both," you replied. I took the gel, directed you to stand under the jet and began to rub it over your body. You did not move, just looked at me, stood there, facing me. I took a deep breath and worked my way down from your shoulders, over your arms, underneath to your sides, your stomach, loving the sound of your quiet moans of pleasure. Very lightly I let my hands graze over your breasts, avoiding your nipples as best I could, and was rewarded with a protesting moan. "Kate, they need more soaping than that." I glanced briefly at your face and was pleased to notice that your cheeks were slightly flushed, your eyes hooded with undisguised desire, and your mouth open, lips slightly parted. My hands returned to your breasts, and this time I deliberately took my time. I slid my hands round and round, echoing their shape, occasionally brushing across an erect nipple, making you moan, loving the way you pushed them into my hand at each touch. I moved my hands lower to your stomach, your abdomen, gently wiggling a soapy finder in your navel, which made you gasp. Then lower to your hips and thighs, knees, calves and feet. As my hands returned on that path you quite deliberately moved your legs apart and I knew you wanted me to touch your pussy, your beautiful hair. How could I refuse? I gathered some more gel, rubbed it into a foam and with my eyes locked on yours applied my hand to your soft curls, making soft rubbing movements and occasionally dipping a finger down to just touch the top of your hood. Your eyes fluttered each time and you moved towards me. I pushed my hand lower, under you, soaping your pussy, making it slick and slippery, and was rewarded with a long moan. "Oh yes, more please." I continued to gently caress and then dipped one, two three fingers in to you. Your legs parted more to give me easier entry. The other hand I had placed on your hip to balance us, and I now moved under from behind turning your body slightly sideways to me. You were moaning continuously now from the sensations, as my right hand caressed you from the front and my left hand now was driving you mad from the back. Very slowly, I moved the thumb of my left hand, and using the soap which was making everything so slippery, gently pushed against your rosebud, and smiled as I felt you push back against me, and a long moan rolled out of your now open mouth. The thumb slipped in easily and as I slowly pushed it in and out, I cupped under you with the rest of the hand. The fingers of my right hand were continuing to drive you to a frenzy, and when the thumb of that hand joined in with circular movements on your clit, for a moment I thought you would fall, you began to tremble so much. Then it began. Both hands, working together, in and out, caressing, stroking, with only the thin membrane dividing the joint sensations, driving you mad, your body trembling, your legs trembling. "Oh god, oh god, oh god. Don't stop, Kate, please. Don't stop!" The sounds were pouring out your mouth, head thrown back, arms reaching out braced against the wall to stop you falling. As my movements continued, regular, rhythmic, deeper and deeper, I could almost feel the fingers and thumb touch each other through the thin inner wall. After a short while of this, you began to plead, "Oh god, Kate, please, please. Let me cum. Let me CUM!". I leaned to you and whispered, "Now my love, cum now for me." And you did. I thrust both hands as deep as I could, and with a moan that came from deep inside, you pushed yourself low, knees bent, trying to force me as deeply into you as I could go. I pushed again and again, feeling your nectar coating my fingers, your walls throbbing against them, and then your arms were around my neck, holding on to me, you could not hold yourself up any longer. As your trembling slowed, I removed my hands and wrapped my arms around you, holding you up against me, your head lying on my shoulder as your breath came in shallow pants and gasps. I softly caressed your back and shoulders, down over your hips, my lips softly kissing your shoulder and neck, as I murmured softly to you. Nonsense sounds, but soft and loving in tone. The water was beginning to run cool, so I whispered to you, "Sara, we need to get dried, you'll get cold. Just lean on the wall while I get the warm towels." You moved slowly away from me, still breathing hard, and smiling softly at me, did as I asked. I slipped out of the shower, and as I moved out of sight picked up the items I had hidden. With a shudder I inserted my half of the harness into my dripping pussy - god, I was hot for this woman - and holding the towels in front of me, returned. You had recovered somewhat by now, and your eyes were open, watching for my return. As I stepped into the shower, you smiled at me, moving towards me. "Thank you love, that was........." your voice stopping in mid-sentence as I handed you your towel, and you saw the harness, the cock bouncing in front of me. "...........just the beginning??" I finished questioningly for you. You smiled widely at me, and moved into my arms, kissing me softly, over and over. I moved one of your hands down to the cocks, shuddering as your movements against it were transferred into me. "We have all weekend, love, time for plenty more games. Now. What do you think we should do with this?" The Shower We spend the early part of the morning lounging around in our pj’s. After a while, I head down the hall thinking of taking a shower. Before doing it, I decide to walk out and tell you my plan. As I walk out of my bedroom, there you are. Together we say, “I was going to take an outdoor shower.” Our jaws drop and I say, “Great minds.” “We’re alone,” you whisper to me. I give you a big hug and we begin to kiss. I cup your sweet ass with my hands and we both moan. You slide your hands up my boxers and wrap your hands around my dick. You move your hands up and down. I moan and slide one of my hands between your legs. You rest your head on my shoulder as I find your pussy. “You’re so wet.” “I can’t help it. You make me so horny.” We break off and I say “I’ll get the towels, dear.” You reply ”I’ll undress.” I run into the bathroom, grab two towels, rip my boxers off and run back to meet you. You wasted no time getting your pj’s off. I look at your naked body and am instantly hard. We can’t keep our hands off of each other. I run my hands down your back and over your beautiful butt. You press yourself against me and rub yourself against my rock-hard dick. We both moan, pull ourselves apart and head down the hall towards the door. As we get near the door, I catch you from behind and press my dick up against your ass. You press against me. I reach around and begin to rub your pussy. You bend your head back and moan in my ear. I rub my fingers fast and gentle against your clitoris. You moan harder. I slid my cock into your ass crack. You reach down with one hand and guide me into your wet, hot pussy. It feels so hot and wet. We both moan as I begin to move my dick in and out. We work together to find that rhythm. Together we move; your ass pushing against my groin as we bury my cock as deep as it can go. We moan together. My cock begins to swell even bigger as I get closer to coming. You tell me that you can’t wait for me to cum inside you and you squeeze your hot twat around my cock. I tell you, “I can’t hold back any longer.” I come deep inside you. You scream and moan as you cum with me. We stand shaking and then pull apart. “Now we really need a shower,” I say and we laugh at each other as the sweat drips down our bodies. We walk hand in hand to the shower and turn it on. We kiss slowly as we wait for the water to get hot. I run my hands over your small breasts and tug at your nipples. You tell me as you moan, “That’s feels sooo gooodd.” We move under the shower and the warm water runs down our bodies sluicing the sweat and cum away. I get the soap and rub it on the puff and begin washing your back. I work my way down over your buttocks paying special attention to your ass crack. I move down your legs. I can feel you tremble as I work my way down to your feet. After I wash your feet, I asked you to turn around. The puff moves its way up your legs. As I get closer to your twat, you spread your legs to give me easier access. I rub the puff across your clitoris. You shiver and moan. I move it around and then slightly into your twat. Your head rolls back and you moan loudly and shake as another orgasm hits you. I begin to move up to your breasts and rub them. I wash your neck and bend down and kiss you. The kiss turns passionate as we both moan. Our tongues lash against each other. We wrap our arms around each other and hug hard. You step back and moan, “Now it is my turn.” You put more soap on the puff and begin washing my chest working your way slowly down to my waist. When you reach my waist, you tell me to turn around. You wash my back, moving the puff in slow, lazy circles and laugh at my frustration. You thoroughly wash my ass and crack making especially sure my ass hole is completely clean. You wash the back of my legs; I am shaking with pleasure moaning loudly. You tell me to turn around. As you move up my legs, your mouth wraps around my cock. I grab the walls to prevent myself from falling. You bring the puff up and massage my balls while your mouth bobs up and down my dick. You drop the puff. “ I want you inside me NOW.” I bend my legs and you stand on your toes. You take your hands and guide my cock into your hot pussy. We kiss hungrily. I begin to move in and out, faster and faster until I am lifting you off your feet with every up stroke. You wrap your long, lean legs around my waist as I lean you against the wall. I go as fast as I can. You are screaming, “Harder, baby!! Harder.” Your twat squeezes hard on my cock as you cum over and over. You tell that you want me to come now. My dick swells as I get closer and closer to a massive orgasm. Finally, I cum over and over again into your pussy. You scream as you orgasm with me. My pace slows; your moans slow. My cock shrinks and slides out. We hug and kiss slowly. Our breathing returns to normal. “If we want to get clean, I think we need to take turns in the shower, dear,” The Shower I turn in my bed, waking up from the sound of the door. You have finally come. After your call this afternoon I stayed up to wait on you like I always do, but as 2 am rolled around I had fallen asleep. It was the first time that I had fallen asleep before you got to me. The door to the bedroom is always open a little so that the cats can come in whenever they want and so I see a strip of light as you turn the lights on in the hallway. I feel my heart beating faster. I look at the door waiting for the moment that you open it and come to my arms. I think of the hard and fast sex that we had earlier today before you had left me. It seems that we are insatiable for each other and I love the way you make love to me. The first thing you always do when you get here is come to me and capture my lips. It is very rare that our heat is not flamed by that first kiss. A few minutes pass and I start wondering what you are doing. Normally you come to my bed straight away. I get up, slip into a t-shirt and walk to the door. I open it slowly and look down the lit hallway. I see the door to the bathroom closed and make my way there. As I step closer I can hear the shower running. It must have been a very hard day for you. Softly I open the door to the bathroom and step in. You have only turned on the farthest light and so little light falls into the room. You must have turned on the shower a while ago, because a steamy fog fills the room. I close the door to stop it from escaping. I see your outlines under the hot water. My eyes focus on your figure and I see that you are standing with your back towards me. Your outline is hunched forward with your head under the water and one hand supporting you on the shower wall. It looks as if your body is shivering. It must be cold outside if you are that cold and need the hot shower. I take another step forward towards you and the fog clears abit more. My eyes widen as I see that you are not shivering, but you are masturbating. Your right hand is firmly wrapped around your hard cock, stroking up and down in a steady movement. Your breathing is fast and your body is shaking. A few tears fill my eyes. You have never needed to masturbate before, as I was always willing to fulfil your sexual wishes. Did this mean that I wasn’t satisfying you!?! A little sob escapes my lips and you turn to me with a look of a kid caught with it’s hand in the cookie jar. “Don’t I satisfy you enough?” I ask quietly. Your eyes widen as you realize what I must be thinking and then your hand reaches out to grab me. You pull me into your arms. Hot water starts covering my body and I feel your body crushed against mine. You hardness pressing against my tummy. Your head dips down and your lips capture mine in a needy way. I can feel the desire in your kiss. “Don’t you dare ever think something like that again lover,” you say to me. Your lips wander to my jaw line. Licking and teasing me. I can feel how my mind fogs over with passion. I manage to stumble a few words but nothing that would make much sense. “I didn’t want to wake you lover, because I thought you were tired after the round this afternoon. I was hard for you the moment I walked through the door and smelled you. I knew that if I had gotten into bed with you I would have woken you up and ravished you and I did not want that,” I hear you mumble from my neck. I smile at your words and my mind blanks. Only our desire matters right now. Your hands come up to cup my full breasts through the wet t-shirt. My hands go to your sides, feeling the hot skin. You stand back and look at me. Your eyes burn into my soul. I know what you are waiting for. I grab the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. I drop it out side the shower and the moment I do you have me enclosed in your arms again. You press me back against the cool shower wall and start kissing me fiercely. I know that the beast in you has now awakened. With soft bites you travel down my jaw, along my neck, down to my full breasts. You cup them in your hands and press them up for your tongue. I feel you lick over my hard nipple and I moan softly, pressing my back through. You suck first one hard nipple and then the other into your mouth, teasing them again and again. The heat between my legs starts spreading through my whole body. After making sure that my nipples were left tingling and hard you kissed lower. Soft kisses over my tummy. Your tongue teasing my bellybutton. A gentle bite just above my shaved sweet centre. I shiver in anticipation. You take hold of my right leg and drape it over your shoulder. My centre opens up for you. With a slow long lick you slide your tongue all the way up my wet pussy, stopping at my clit and sucking it into your mouth. I let out a low moan. My hands go down to claw into your hair. I press my hips forward and one of your hands goes around to hold my butt, making sure I do not move back, taking my sweetness from your lips. Your second hand goes to my pussy and you part it open. Taking a deep breath you smell my desire and you move forward licking and teasing. My hands claw into you more, showing you how much I am enjoying what you are doing. Your fingers start teasing over my clit whilst you are licking my wetness. Your tongue enters me deeper each time. I feel my knees buckling. You stop licking and place a kiss on my clit. Then you get up and kiss me so I can taste myself on your lips. You turn of the water and take my hand, pulling me after you. The bathroom is still steamy and warm. You don’t bother drying us off, but instead just pull open the door to the hallway. The steam escapes and the cold air from outside hits my body. I shiver and my nipples ache with hardness. Your hand is firmly wrapped around mine and you pull me to the bedroom. Wet footprints are left on the carpet. The bedroom door is still open and the moment we enter it you grab me and push me onto the bed. I feel the sheets sticking to my wet body as I try to move up the bed. You grab my ankles though and pull me back down until my ass is on the edge of the bed. You are standing in front of the bed and I know what you need and want. I sit up and look up at you. “Please lover,” you say softly. I smile and lean forward to enclose your hard cock in my warm mouth. You sigh as I suck the head in. I spread my legs and you step in-between. I suck your cock in just once and then all the way back out. I grab it at the base and start licking. The stud in my tongue teases over your sensitive skin. I look up at you again and see the plead in your eyes. I lean back abit and you place a knee on the bed beside me, coming down with your body. I move back into you and wrap my big boobs around your hard cock. A low growl escapes your throat and slowly you start moving between my wet breasts. I dip my head down and lick across your cockhead every time you push up. My hands press my boobs together tightly. Your breathing speeds up and I hear your sweet moans of pleasure. I open my mouth and let you slide your cockhead into it with every push you make. Your hand goes to my head and you grab a handful of my hair. With a painful yank you pull my head back. I look up at you whilst you continue fucking my boobs. Your stare is needy. “Fuck me lover,” you growl. I let go of my breasts and you move back of the bed. I stand up and kiss you. “Sit down, “ I purr and you do. I turn and lower myself into your lap. I can feel your hard cock under my ass as I wriggle in your lap. My legs are in-between yours and your hands come up to my breasts. I lean forward abit and my hand goes down to your cock. I lift my ass up and guide your cock to my wet pussy. I slide it through my slit and you feel my wetness running along your length. Your hands go to my hips and hold me tightly. I know that you love dominating me and taking control and so I let you take over. You slowly lower me onto your hard cock. I purr as your cock spreads my pussy open. Inch by inch you slide in. You get impatient and needy and slam up into me from below. I moan your name in please. My bed is in front of my cupboard, which has a large mirror on it and as you are taller than me you can watch me perfectly in the image over my shoulder. Your hands go to my legs and your push them over yours. I am now spread wide open in your lap. You right hand goes up and cups my breast and your left hand goes down to start rubbing my clit. I purr and drop my head back against your shoulder. “Look at me lover!!!” you growl, “look into my eyes in the mirror and don’t you dare look away!” I obey your wish. My head moves up and I look at the reflection of your eyes in the mirror. You start fucking up into me. Your fingers on my clit are driving me crazy. I start moving my hips, riding you like a cowboy would ride a wild stallion. Sweat forms between our bodies and our movements get faster. My eyes never leave yours. Your hands go up to cup both of my breasts and play with my hard nipples. I let my own hand go down to rub my needy clit. My whole body tingles and I want to cum. You open your legs and spread mine even further. Your fucking gets faster and harder. “I need to cum lover,” you moan out. I slide off your cock and kneel in front of you. My mouth opens and your hand goes around your wet and hard cock. You start stroking up and down it fast and I hear the first low growl. I look up into your eyes and you stare down into mine. I see you explode in them and then your cum hits my face and boobs. You keep stroking and more cum shoots up. I lean forward and take your cock into my mouth, sucking it in and licking the cum of it. I clean it off until every last drop is gone. Then I let you slide out of my mouth. “Hmmmmmm,” you say, “I think we need another shower.” I giggle softly and get up. The Shower Finally another try to write a story in English, so again, sorry for mistakes. We go hand in hand to the bathroom, curling our fingers around the other ones fingers. We are both smiling a lot, certainly thinking about what is going to happen. We enter the bathroom. We know that we will be very comfy now, certainly, as there's a nice temperature, warm enough for not getting cold. We give each other little kisses on the mouth. Finally we help each other getting out of our clothes. You unbutton my shirt and take it off, after what you caresses my upper body. I unbutton your shirt and easily take it down, this revealing me now your soft upper body, while those lovely sturdy, but yet soft breasts are still in the bra. My fingers are walking over the naked flesh and I see some goose flesh. We look now each other in the eyes and are smiling again. You unbutton now my pants and let them drop. I help you to get them over my feet when, at the same time, you release me from my socks. Now I'm standing there with only wearing my slip. I help you now with unbuttoning your short skirt and help you step out of it, without being able to resist the fact of putting a small kiss on each knee. We look now at each other. I'm more then pleased with what I see, and this is shown to you by the position of the 'little guy'. I go with my hands behind your back to unclasp your bra. After that I massage a little the spot where the claps have been resting on your back before taking now the straps to the front and then releasing those lovely globes. I can see now that you are pleased with my attention to that wonderful playground. Now it's your turn for removing the last piece I still wear. You go softly with your hands between the waistband, pulling the slip down. You do that very carefully and I see that your eyes are getting greater by the look at the little guy that is now popping out of his place. You're even licking your lips. Again you help me, this time with getting out of slip. Now you are even a little naughty to me when by going up you plant a little kiss on the little guy's head. You're such a lovely little teaser. Finally at last it's my turn to release you from your slip. I go sit on my knees. My fingers go also softly between the waistband and I pull the slip slowly down, looking at that lovely bush and seeing even some love-lips because our naughty little princess is opening her legs a little bit. Once you are out of the slip, it's my turn now to tease you a little by going quickly with my tongue over those pretty lips, hearing at the same time a little moan escaping from your mouth. Finally I can convince myself to get up. Again we are looking at each other and we both are pleased with what we see. We press ourselves to each other, feeling thus the stiffness and softness of each other. Unfortunately we have to let go, there's still a shower to be taken. I go to the shower and turn on the cold and warm water until the heat of it is perfect. I take your hand to pull you to me, but he ... what is happening ... you're sort of stumbling, just able to grab my ... oh no ... you fooled me again, I can see it because of your smile and those twinkling eyes of yours, you little naughty girl. I can't withhold me from laughing hard because you're such a little tease to me. But he, behave well now my love, we still have to wash each other. We're both standing under the water and are getting very wet. Now and then we giggle because of pushing our body to the other. We now go stand aside the water stream. I take some shampoo and start rubbing that into your hair. I give you also a head massage and by hearing you sigh I know I'm doing my job good. After that I kneel down and you take some shampoo in your hand. You're putting the shampoo onto my hair and start massaging with your fingertips. Oh, that feels so nice. You're doing a hell of a job because I just enjoy feeling those fingertips against my head. I get up now and we both start laughing because of how we both look. We're getting under the stream, pressing our bodies together. I know for sure that I could stand like this for ages. The water is getting all the shampoo out of our hair. Although we both know that there's still a lot to do we seem rather to stand like we do for some additional time. At last we separate and I'm taking now the soap into my hands to make them very soapy. I ask you to stand with your back to me, but before I start with my task I admire your nice little bottom cheeks. Oh, you're so beautifully build. I start now going with my hands over your shoulders, massaging them the best I can. Now and then I take the soap again to make sure that my hands stay very soft. I'm going down now a little to your shoulder blades, all the time making little circles on your skin. I go from the left to the right, not forgetting to go over your sides also, teasing you a little when passing the soft sides of your globes. Now I kneel down to do your legs first, keeping thus a nice place for later. It seems to me that you're a little ticklish because I can hear you giggle each time I go over your toes. That's something I have to remember one never knows when that can be helpful again. I now go, via your ankles, to your calves trying to give you there a good massage. Farther up I go, but I can't resist admiring also those lovely well-shaped legs, daydreaming how they look wrapped in nylons. A little sigh is coming out of my mouth before going a little farther up. Finally I'm with my hands at your bottom cheeks. I take a lot of soap on my hands and go softly over those cheeks. I take both cheeks in my hands and start to squeeze them softly. A smile is coming on my face when I hear you moan. A devilish grin is coming on my face when I pass with one finger through your crack. I feel you shiver now and taking in very loudly your breath. But enough teasing now I think, I have to be careful as you have your job still to do and I know very well what you are able to do to me, just by teasing me. At last the job is done and I pull you to me for going together to the stream. All the soap is just slipping down of you. I'm smiling now again when you turn around to give me a soft kiss on my mouth, pressing you again against me. Oh, your body is so soft. Then we're leaving the stream. Now you go a little back and you take the soap into your hands. You also make them very soapy and give me a sign to make me turn around. Oh, that feels so nice, these soft hands over my shoulders. I feel that you sure know how this has to be done. My shoulder blades get also your attention. He, what are you doing now, oh, I hear the soap, well I'll just wait a little. Oh, I feel you again at my back, which sure is so soft for the moment. But he, that's too soft for being your hands. I look back and see that you're rubbing your soapy globes over my back. Wow, now I understand why so many people still are speaking about the massage they got in Thailand. I start shivering about how you treat me, that just feels so nice. Looking at your face and smile tells me however enough about you wanting to please me. I get so warm because of this thought. The little guy sure also knows to appreciate it, he's at full length for the moment. But now you're going down your knees. This time it's again your hands I feel. Why am I not surprised that you're trying to find out if I also am ticklish? However, you do your job very nicely. I wonder how it will be in future when you wouldn't have the time, then I would have to wash myself, but he, that surely won't feel so good. You are going upwards now, massaging the back of my legs, always getting higher and higher. At last you arrive at my bottom cheeks and after a little massage I feel you pinching them a little bit. I could have known that I would get a tease treatment. Suddenly I feel you go with your finger between my bottoms and scratching a little the little hole there. That will learn me, I think, that's her revenge. Finally you go away from me, but yet soaping again your hands. You make me turn around and there you start with your hands upon my chest. I look at you, but my attention is the most drawn to those lovely nipples on your globes. They stand very erect; I need all my willpower not to go with my hands to them. You take the soap again, but now you're soaping those juicy breasts of yours. You come a little closer to me, taking your globes into your hands and rubbing them over my belly. That feels so nice. I look now at your face and notice that you're watching me. It pleases you to see that I'm very pleased with the treatment you give me. I look you in the eyes and there's again a warm feeling going through my body. Now you're going down your knees and massage the front of my legs. You're already busy with my knees and a little above them when I see you look at the little guy. Again your tongue is going over your lips. Although it's practically impossible, it seems that the little guy is stretching a little farther. Your hands have reached meanwhile the two buddies of the little guy. Oh, you're so carefully massaging them. Little shocks go through my body. I cannot however take my eyes off of you, certainly the way you're looking at that love spear. With surprise I see you opening your mouth. You go forward and close your mouth over the head. Oh, that feels so nice, certainly feeling you suck on it. Now you open your mouth again and are going very slowly forward. I see centimetre after centimetre of the little guy disappear into you mouth. I can see your happiness when reaching with your lips my pubic hair. Now you go back again holding your lips on the shaft. I start to shake by this treatment. When the little guy is completely out of your mouth, you stand up and for the last time you get your hands soapy. Now you take the little guy in yours hands and start stroking him. Once again I start to shake. Oh, I'm so grateful for what you're doing to me. I can only hope to give you a similar feeling. You go on with your work, preventing however that I would cum. Finally you let go of me. We look each other again in the eyes, smiling at each other. Without having to say a word we both know that we're both doing a great job. You take now my hand and pull me towards the stream. When the water is falling down on me you press your body to mine. We're looking each other in the eyes, both knowing that we would like to go for a passionate kiss but remembering also that there is still a little job to do. So we stick to a small kiss on the mouth. It seems that we have problems to let each other go, but meanwhile all soap has been washed of my body. I'm very pleased that I can now do the finishing touch. I get my hands soaped again and start at your belly, leaving those inviting globes for later. I make little circles on your belly, certainly not forgetting to go with my finger in your belly button. A soft moan escapes from your mouth. I do stop my hands once they reach the nice looking bush. Now I bend down my knees and go with my hand over your feet, avoiding however your toes. I go up along the legs. Before arriving at the knees I give them both a small kiss. When my hands are massaging your knees I look at the upper legs and again a little sigh escapes from my mouth. Once again I start daydreaming of those lovely well-shaped legs. My look is going up a little higher but I see that you have noticed it also as you're spreading your legs a little, giving me so a good view at your little treasure. Another sigh escapes from my mouth. What have I earned to be able to look at such a beauty with such lovely assets? My hands start moving up again, softly caressing now your upper legs. Oh, they really feel so soft in my hands. I look up at you and see you smiling at me. I can only hope that you don't realise what a power you would have over me, only by the good use of your body, if so, then I know now already that I will be but your slave. I go now more up with my hands, finally however avoiding the little treasure but now going over your hips. Now however it's more then time to do something about two beautiful playgrounds. I get up and soap my hands again. Before however cupping those lovely globes I go a little forward and take the right nipple into my mouth. Oh, that nipple surely is hard. I go with my tongue over the nipple, flicking from left to right. It seems that you're enjoying it because little moans come out of you mouth. Now I close my mouth and start sucking very softly on that hard nipple. Other moans follow the first ones. While sucking on that nipple my left hand cups the flesh and my hand starts massaging that globe. Further moans follow. Yet I'm surprised that being no kid anymore I'm so excited by this sucking and grabbing that I could do this all day long. I can't however stay too long and my mouth moves to the left nipple, while the fingers of my left hand now approach that stiff right nipple. Once my fingers grab the nipple they start squeezing it very softly. My mouth has meanwhile found the left nipple and that one receives the same treatment as its brother. Here also my tongue flicks from left to right with afterwards me sucking also this jewel. My right hand now goes to the left globe and starts there massaging that globe. When I remove my mouth the fingers of my right hand travel to the nipple for squeezing that one also very softly. I look at you and see that your eyes are closed and lots of moans are coming out of your throat. I have to take care about one little treasure however. My hands have to leave your globes and I'm kneeling down again. It's like you want to make it easier for me because you're spreading your legs even wider. I cannot resist what is before me and I quickly go forward. I can smell now your nice perfume that is driving me crazy. My mouth attaches itself on those tender love-lips. I go with my tongue between the inner lips and I'm surprised by the sweetness of the taste of the moisture that is running out of your love-tunnel. This is something I could do also all night and day long, but I'm for the moment not here for my pleasure only. I stand quickly up, get the little guy very soapy, and then put him between your legs, softly going back and forth. Your moaning is very hard now. When I also put my hands again on the lovely gloves, then you are already screaming a little. I keep on going with the little guy between your lips, however without entering you as this will certainly be done a little later, trying to rub each time against your clit. Slowly I guide you to the stream and now the water is falling on us. You open your eyes and I see now that we'll be making love very soon. We start a passionate kiss which takes our breath away, certainly when we are rubbing our bodies to one another. The Shower Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. The sound of gushing water filled the house at a time where sleep haunted the night for many. The time of the night where everything seemed at rest, awaiting the dawn of a new day. Two lovers are seen inside the shower, the air thick with steam from the hot water spouting from above as the couple embrace, their hands enjoying the satin smoothness of each other's nakedness. Revelling in each others gaze as they stared at each other, their look a mixture of lust, love and desire as their lips met, their tongues entwining as one. Over and on top of each other, around and to the side, exploring the dark recesses of each other as a mixture of bodily fluids were exchanged. They kissed with more urgency as their passions began to grow, the woman's hand slid down his back whilst her other hand began to stroke his face, cupping it gently. The man simulated her movement, cupping her cheek as he struggled to keep up with her urgent kisses. The water continued to cascade down, as the two lovers continued their embrace, the man pushing the woman against the cold tiles of the shower as his tongue snaked down from her mouth to her neck, sucking hard on it, causing the woman to groan out in pleasure as she convulsed underneath his vice like grip. His efforts left an area of reddened flesh that would no doubt bruise tomorrow. The pleasure from his forcefulness leaving her body marked in a variety of places. Her short blonde hair stuck plastered against her scalp as her large blue eyes fixed themselves upon him, her mouth contorted in a pout of disapproval. She continued to stroke the nape of his neck as he snaked his way down from her neck to her breasts, taking in large mouthfuls of her flesh to roll around in his mouth. Tasting her. She moaned aloud again as her hands fluttered across his chest, the cold water beading off his skin as the steam continued to rise, threatening to engulf them. The mans hands explored her body, revelling in her smoothness, enjoying every curve of her body as he rekindled their mouth to mouth resuscitation. His erection throbbed incessantly in the steamy environment, rubbing against her inner thigh. Her hand snaked down then, her softly scented palm rubbing against his head as she roughly tugged at his erection, sending small quivers of pleasure up his spine as he broke their embrace temporarily, an involuntary moan escaping his lips. Picking up the bar of soap, he began to lather it up against her skin as he massaged the soap into her body, his hands running across the expanse of her body, his skilful hands running lightly along her lathered skin, spreading the soap. After rinsing her body from the still running shower, the man handed the bar of soap to the woman. "Use the soap." He whispered sultrily in her ear as she turned him around, running the soap along and over his back, her hands wrapping around him from behind as she continued to lather his front. Her hands snaking down to tug at his throbbing cock, the soap providing lubricant for her as the water continued to stream down from above, washing away his soap, and with it all of his worries. The man leant back, groaning as the woman continued to stimulate his cock, the water running down his face, filling his open mouth and cascading down his naked torso, washing off the remainder of the soap. Pushing her against the cold tiles of the shower wall, the man began to suck at the woman's neck again, harder this time as she moaned out, her breath quickening. His hand slid down her front to her neat patch of pubic hair spreading apart her legs with his right thigh, as his fingers began to explore her, indulging in the feeling of her wet satin-like flesh. "Lower" she whispered into his ear, directing his hand to the spot that got her off the most as his fingers began to circle her clitoris. Her moans becoming louder now as he continued to suck at her neck, his fingers on her clitoris stimulating her. Pleasure began to flow through her body as her eyelids fluttered back, her mouth open whispering 'Harder' as her back arched against the tiles. She came a short while later, her breathing rate increasing faster and faster as she moaned out louder. The rush of blood to her head intoxicating as she collapsed into his embrace, panting. The man smiled as he kissed her forehead, his straining erection rubbing against her inner thigh. She looked up at him sultrily as her hand snaked down to grip his quivering cock. The steam rose, engulfing them as the water continued to trickle down from above. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. The Shower The bound and duct taped erin, after many climaxes...her tits and ass flogged until they are a very bright red color...is led into the bathroom. Her eyes are wide... Master has stripped her of her corset and stockings... He keeps the clamps on her tits and the ball gag around her head... the pain of the nipple clamps is just a slight sensation after the flogging. She hates the nakedness... the emotional nakedness and the physical nakedness... please turn off the lights, Master... please. Tears well in her eyes as she wonders how much more, Master... how much more. Her Master stands her in the middle of the harshly lit bathroom... the mirror reflecting what she doesn't wish to see... what she doesn't want any one to see. Through her tears, she watches Master strip off what remained of His clothing ... his cock half erect...His gaze relentlessly on her... His jaw set... but silent. He retrieves the ball gag from her mouth. She cums and moans...her mouth opens to release it. She silently begs... please, Master, please let me serve You, Master... please. Tears fall as she pleads to Him... to let her feel His cock in her mouth... to let her suck Him to His full erection... to let her hear His voice in her ears, feel His hand grab her hair and force His cock into her mouth, her throat... telling her that she is His... He taunts her with these words... "erin... this is no great service. You think that taking My cock in your mouth makes you Mine? You think that having Me force your service like this..." He says as He points suddenly to the floor for her to kneel (a silent "do it now, girl") as He takes a handful of her hair, guiding His His half erect cock into her mouth. "you think this is what you should be." As He pushes His cock in and out of her mouth, sometimes and unexpectedly down her throat so that she almost gags, His eyes are hard on her... "Look at me, girl...look in my eyes." she looks up... no longer being able to gauge the force or destination of His strokes... she gives up control of her mouth and throat to Him... she is pure receptacle as she looks in His eyes. But in her submission, she feels nothing of Him... no further erection... just His hard eyes on her... not angry, but anger lurks as His strokes in and out continue in random pattern. Her mind is confused... Master has always responded to her service... "You have no control, erin. this is the final control that you believe you have...to make me hard..." Master pulls her head back hard with the hand that holds her hair... His cock out of her mouth... and flaccid, in front of her face. "But you don't, girl. You have no control of Me, slave... none of you have control of Me," He says in a low, ominous tone, almost a whisper, "I am the Master." He bends over to whisper in her ear, pulling her hair so that she is half kneeling to meet His lips at her ear... "And you, my slave... you are Mine. I own you... I control you... you control nothing. You are nothing but my slut, My slave, My property... and My pleasure. Aren't you?" His lowered voice trimmed with a gentle viciousness. He pulls her head back further... so far back that it is hard to breathe. "Tell Master, girl... that you are Mine." Her clit is electric... her pussy is wetter than she have ever felt it before... all of the after-sting of the flogging on her back, the heat of the caning on her ass, the clamps and the pins that pinched her tits... that dry spot on the back of her violated throat from the drop of pre-cum that she captured... the buzzing in her pussy... "Yes, Master, " she barely breathes..."i am Yours." "And you know who takes care of You best, slave... don't you?" He says in the voice dressed in bloody velvet... "Yes, Master..." returns the weak little voice from somewhere within..."Only You." With hardly a moment to receive these faint words, Master grabs her arm. He spins her around and she feels the leather straps of her wrist cuffs snapped together with a padlock after He pulls her arms back uncomfortably tight and crossed. Her mind is confused and dazed... her body is beaten... flogged, tormented by clamps and clothespins, slapped... but unused... she has lost any power with Master... she fails to even excite Him. The reality of that... the pain of her hair pulled directing her movement... the pain of the whipping is nothing compared to the loss of His desire for her... she had everything if only that remained... her soul is too empty to cry... In the same deft move of His to bring her to her feet, Master opens the shower door, turns on the water and adjusts it to a hard, driving pulse from the showerhead. He guides His slave toward the door indicating that she should enter. Without the balance that free arms offer, she steps into the shower and half falls into the tiled wall... the cold tiles a sharp contract to the heat from her skin... Master steps in behind her... "Turn around," He orders... as He picks up the soap and lathers His hands and the wash cloth. He begins to scrub His slave... starting with her feet... The confused mind forces erin to look down... to see the Master scrubbing first her feet... and then up to her knees... He looks up at her from His own knees... "Uncomfortable, erin? Doesn't feel right to you?" He asks as His hands continue not to wash but to scrub at her legs... She can only shake her head mouthing, "no, Master" with no sound escaping from her lips... "Get used to it, my little one... this is what I have always done for you. I have always cared for you... protected you, " His hands demanding that her legs spread. As He rises to look at her, His gaze demands her attention... His intensity frightens her... His hands force her pussy to open to the soapy cloth and to feel Him scrub her pussy lips... her clit... she feels His fingers enter her pussy, scrubbing, probing, the slight sting of the soap... "I am washing the dungeon off of you, my sweet girl... you know who you are now... you know who controls... the fight is almost gone, isn't it, baby?" The kiss that He gives her is so gentle that it frightens her. "Isn't the fight almost gone, baby?" His tone a very low whisper spoken into her ear. "This is the hardest submission of all, isn't it, princess?" "Yes, Master," she whimpers still straining at the cuffs... knowing the bruises that He is still inflicting, "almost gone." He turns her around, scrubbing the crack of her ass... forcing the wash cloth between the cheeks and into her anus...His soapy fingers probing with one hand while He torments the caning welts with the other... "Almost, princess... only almost" He snaps as He sees the wrists red from the fight in the cuffs... the hands purple... He continues to scrub, to probe... He pushes erin to her knees under the torrential shower...she is blinded by the water that her eyes can't escape... As she gathers herself finding a place where the water and the blindness don't smother her, she feels Master's hand scrubbing through her hair and smells the sweetness of the shampoo. She hear Him speak... but even straining cannot hear His words. As the scrubbing continues, He steps into her and she rests against His body... the fight is gone... she stops straining... her hands finally rest... and she gives herself over to Master...it is so much easier to submit to the flogger than to the gentle hand... but she just cannot continue to strain... He has overpowered her resistance. "Stop the fight, slave... stop it now..." He says in the low tone that always frightens His girl. "Stop fighting with Your Master...accept My care... in all of its forms." He feels her weight against Him... the limpness of her body matches the emptiness in her mind... she can't go on. He is smothering her... she can't stop it... she sees nothing under this blinding deluge and His gentle touch... she feels nothing... even the desire to resist being smothered...as though she will never see the future... for the longest moment... or maybe the shortest... nothing... He feels the spirit leave her... she has surrendered... at last... He feels every muscle of her stop protecting the life breath... He hears no words from a mouth that was never silent... He feels her erin-ness end. He smiles and feels the splendor of winning... the sweetness of the capture... His cock hardens. Lightening fast... with a rush that is overpowering even to Him... He savors the moment of her surrender... it was hard won...He smiles against the body of His sweet, surrendered prey, the one He once called the "unhaveable"... His hand still holding her hair... His other hand stroking the hardest erection that He has enjoyed in a long while, He savors the picture of His slave, His slut, His princess... on her knees. Her eyes tightly shut against the water that pours over her head, shower water mixing with tears, no fight left, no ego, no control... all His. He pulls her head back to open her mouth knowing that it will fill with water from above. Instead, though, He pushes His rockhard cock in her mouth and seeing her eyes open wide and questioning in spite of the water assailing them... He smiles at her watching her surrender...no fight left only pleasure as His erection makes her cum... "Now, my love," He says, voice pure velvet... though inaudible to her ears, "now you are Mine." The Shower He steps into the shower behind her. Her back to him, she is hardly aware of his presence. He looks longingly at her. Dripping wet and incredibly sexy. Will she be mad that I’m here he wonders? His uncertainly is quickly cast aside as she sweeps her hair up with her arms. Immediately he notices a swell in his cock. Why does she have this effect on me…? Standing in the shower she is aware of his presence instantly. Continuing to ignore him, she finishes rinsing her hair. Oblivious to him she rubs her hands over her body hoping to herself it is driving him wild. As wild as she is driven by the thought of him watching her. Please let him come over here; please just put your hands on me she silently wills to herself. Of course, she isn’t waiting long. He steps up behind her and gently brushes her shoulder. The instant he touches her she shivers in anticipation. Never getting enough of his touch she closes her eyes and smiles deliciously. One more step forward and their bodies are touching, lightly. Enough for her to feel his cock and how hard it already is. Breathing on the back of her neck he reaches around and grazes her hard nipple. She gasps in shock as her nipple tingles from his touch. Arching her back against him she pushes against his hardness, aching to feel him inside her. It won’t be a long wait. As his hand drops lower from her breast to her belly he pulls her even closer in. The smell of her hair, the feel of her body next to his is almost enough to send him over the edge. Breathe, he thinks to himself. Controlling himself is the last thing on his mind, but he realizes he has to in order to continue. He can feel her leaning back slightly into him. The curve of her hips fitting perfectly against him. She sighs gently, almost as if in relief. So hoping he would join her in the shower today, but not wanting to break the spell yet by speaking her thoughts aloud. Running her hand up his back, over his shoulder and around to his face she carefully feels for his mouth. Tracing his lips she smiles knowing full well that those lips are going to be on her any minute now. Dipping a finger inside his mouth, she runs it over his teeth, trembling when imagining those very teeth raking across her nipples. Pulling his face down towards her neck she sighs again and leans closer into him. She can feel his lips brushing the back of her neck now. His breath, hot on her skin makes her knees weak. She grips the back of his neck pulling him in closer until he had his mouth on her, biting and licking her neck. Her mind goes blank, but somehow her free hand manages to capture his as it winds itself up around her waist again. With her wrist held in his grasp he pulls her around facing him. They stare at each other; there is nothing that needs to be said. He pulls her even closer in, his hand steady on her back. They stay that way for what feels like an eternity. Breathing lightly, hearts racing, eyes locked. Finally, the spell seemingly broken, he reaches up and touches her cheek. She closes her eyes as he runs his fingers over her face. She leans into him as their breath becomes that of one person and searches his face for a clue that he is ready to kiss her. She forgets for a moment that she's in the shower, focusing solely on his face and the fact that his body is pressed up against hers. Oblivious to the steaming hot water pounding down on her, she's only aware of his hand against her thigh and pressing into her back She sees his face, inches from hers but can only focus on his lips. Opening her mouth slightly, she licks her lips and watches his reaction. He's patient, she has to give him that, and he hasn’t rushed the issue at hand. He waits, silently, all the while wicked thoughts running through his head. He wants her to kiss him as much as he wants to ravage her mouth, but he'll wait for her first. Wanting to wrap her legs around his neck and bury his face in her cunt isn’t too far out of his mind either. Neither is picking her up and power fucking her against the wall, but still, he'll wait. Sighing she draws his head in closer to hers. If this man doesn’t kiss me soon, she shivers in anticipation. How can it not be as good as she's imagined? He's here, his body pressed to mine and I’m standing here waiting for him to make a move. Thinking how amazing it will be to slide down on his stiff cock gives her another round of chills. She sighs again and trembles as she pulls his face even closer. She can practically taste him already. Her mouth opens slightly as lips crush together. He draws a ragged breath as their lips finally meet. In his wildest dreams, did he ever imagine it would be this intense? How does she taste so good? Running his fingers through her hair at the back of her neck, all he can think of is to hold her closer, tighter, longer. She had known all along this first kiss would be intense, but nothing prepared her for the shock her body was going through. As he ran his tongue over her lips and in her mouth she managed to choke back the moan that came from deep within her. As excited as she was in the first place just hearing him step into the shower, the heat that flooded her now made the initial excitement seem meaningless.She raked her fingers down his back around his hip and across his thigh. Close wasn’t close enough, she needs him closer. Her free hand roamed over his stomach and across his chest, finally coming to rest The kiss seemed to last a lifetime, but when they slowly pulled away it had lasted just seconds. She stares at him. Her eyes wandering lazily over his face, his lips where she lingered a few extra seconds thinking how intoxicating they were when she tasted them. Down over his body and watching where they were pressed together. She can feel herself getting dizzy. The tingling of her nipples and the heat between her thighs is driving her mad. Wanting desperately for him to touch her, anywhere, everywhere, she still can’t bring herself to speak. With her thoughts racing, she devours his body with her eyes, looking everywhere and getting more excited with each glance. His hands.....she could already feel them in her mind tracing over her body. Gently ticking her leg as they traced up the inside, lightly grazing over her as they continued upward, over the curve of her hip and finally coming to rest on her back. Closing her eyes she is thinking of the way they would close softly, yet hard at the same time over her, pulling her closer, grinding her against him. She can suddenly feel how hard he was. As if he could read her mind, his hands are doing exactly what she was imagining. He sinks his fingers into her soft flesh and pulls her as close as he can. He can hear her ragged breath as he digs his fingers into her and knows she loves it. Rubbing his cock against her is spectacular, it's everything, and nothing like he had expected. Stop rubbing he thinks to himself as he leans back away just a bit. He can’t lean back very far; she follows his movements, pressing their bodies back together. She has him this close and there is no way she is going to let him slip away. She has thought long and hard about how this first time would go and after getting a small taste of what it feels like to be smashed up against his cock, she isn’t going to let him back down now. She kisses him, aching, wanting more. Dropping to her knees, she runs her tongue along the length of his cock. Hearing a moan, she takes the tip in her mouth, and sucks gently, while one hand slides up and down, the other roams at will. Alternating her hands, tongue and mouth, she loves on his cock until she feel the muscles in his legs tighten with tension. "No," he says, his voice hoarse. He wrenches her to her feet. Raising her leg, gripping him with her fingertips, she wraps it around him. Instantly his hands are back on her, pulling her leg higher until he holds it in place around his waist. His other hand follows suit and lifts her other leg around him, without a second thought, he reaches between them and grabs his cock. She catches her breath as he enters her in one long stroke. God, that feels good. One single stroke in and she’s trying to catch her breath. Unmoving for a few seconds, prolonging the agony, they both wait on baited breath. Neither daring to move to break the spell, but not for long. Moving together now, he slowly slides out, pulling her away slightly. Her fingers still clutching his shoulders, eyes closed. She whispers to him one word, but that's all it takes. 'Please.' He moves faster now, harder. She leans in, still not looking, hardly daring to breathe. Nose to nose, lip to lip, yet not kissing. Moving together now, fast and hard. Clutching his shoulders, unaware that she is digging her nails in, she is so close to the edge. She could feel the kiss before it even happened. He jerks her even closer to him as his mouth begins to ravage hers. His breathing is harsh as he is reaching his peak. Yearning to be as close to her as possible he slams into her with reckless abandon. It can’t be hard enough, fast enough. It can’t be enough as it is. He explores her mouth with his tongue as he runs his cock full hilt into her. Begging now for release she moans for him to fuck her harder. He runs his finger down between their bodies. Finding her clit he begins to rub softly, adding pressure as he slams into her with his cock. She's begging again for him to fuck her, harder. He obliges by shoving his cock fully into her. Fucking her faster and harder, the build up has been so long they both drive hard to the climax that is sure to be as intense as hoped for. Still ramming hard he pops her on the ass, causing another moan to escape her lips. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, needing him to fill her to the brim, aching for the release that was just moments away. She bit his lip as he dug his fingers into her skin and jerked her towards him again. His thumb was circling her clit as he lowered his head and began to tease her nipple with his teeth. That was the icing on the cake. She flung her head back as the waves of her climax hit. She saw stars, her head was swimming. There was an explosion deep within her that couldn’t be stopped. Squeezing him with her legs, she grabbed his face and kissed him as another wave flooded her. Never before had an orgasm been so electric to her. She could sense the urgency in his thrusts, and could feel him building for his own release. She ran her tongue over hips lips and down to his neck. Licking and biting she made her way to his ear lobe. Grasping it in her teeth she whispered to him. 'I want to feel you cum, I want to feel your cock explode in me.' With a ragged breath, he slammed into her one more time. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own. He didn’t want it to be over, yet he couldn’t stop this feeling welling up inside him. His dick hurt it was so hard, and cumming in her would be fantastic. He let go. Jerking her to him, he buried himself in her and shot his load. Her breath in his ear, and hearing that sweet voice begging for him to cum, he couldn’t help it. Taking her nipple in his mouth and rolling it over his tongue he felt the last spasms of his cock subsiding. She was quiet in his arms, breathing him in. They sighed their contentment as one. As she lowered her eyes and parted her lips for their kiss, He gently lowers her legs. The kiss is a lingering soft one. The urgency has gone, leaving behind a bittersweet aftertaste. She can’t wait for round 2 The Shower You've nearly finished your shower when I come into the room. Slowly I disrobe and reach to slide back the shower door. Your body is full and exquisite and sheens with the water rippling down your body. The pressure slightly deflects a pink nipple that quickly recovers as you open your eyes and move to let me in. You raise the shower head and rinse me well as I pick up the soap and reapply it to your body. Your skin moves under the pressure of my fingertips and my palms are excited as each stroke caresses your body. Your heavy breasts are fluid to my touch and the cheeks of that appealing ass are mine for a moment. You take the shower head and wrap your arms and legs around me like a fireman's slide pole and you slide slowly down. When you reach the bottom you tease my cock with the warm water and then your warm mouth and tongue while you make a sound like a child tasting their first ice cream cone. I was aroused but now I'm truly hot for you. I love the feel of arousal you bring me and my cock has expanded fully and is in danger of taking control. I turn you and gently bend you forward as my hands reach to spread and lather your anus and the lips of that exquisite full pussy. I linger and fondle each part of you as each finger remembers a favorite spot or movement. At your insistence I relinquish the soap and turn as you use both palms across my broad back and shoulders. Your fingers and palms are at my ass stroking and rubbing with each finger kneading the muscle there. You kneel and continue with my thighs and calves and I raise each foot to let you work the lather between my toes. Up you come to my balls and my cock. I'm stiff in your hand as you stroke me and manipulate the soft skin of my sack and gently roll my balls in each palm. Your eyes are on me as you study my face with its closed eyes. Up you come again, across my abs and to my pectorals. I feel each little pinch and nip of male nipples and the lingering trace of a finger around each. Your hands have come to my shoulders again and then my neck and finally my face. I feel you massage the skin of my cheeks and run your fingers across my closed eyelids and into my hair. Too soon you are rinsing my face with a warm flow of water. As the spray moves I open my eyes and study your still wet and soapy flesh. I step behind and embrace you and my hands are busy on your wet breasts. My palms are stimulated by their touch and by the rigidity of your nipples. I cup them and enjoy the measured weight of each in my hands. Again I step and bury my face against one and take its tiny bud between my lips and suckle. I pull you into my arms and move you against the moist tiled shower wall. My arms are around you and my hands drop to cup your cheeks and pull you in close to me and we kiss. A soft demanding mix of tongue and lip and a slight interchange of the sweetness in your taste accompany my pleasure. My hands fully enclose your cheeks as I raise you with your back sliding against the wall. I feel your mound slide warmly up my thigh and drag softly against my abs and then I have you above me. You've always told me that I can't lift you, but you are light as a downy pillow and your legs open and then surround me. I feel your heels against my back and your neck is bent forward to maintain our kiss. My cock is raging with desire for you as I slowly lower you and can feel you reach between us and down to grasp me and lift me upward. Slowly I lower as you guide and soon I feel your hand pressure ease as my head contacts your lips and I nudge them apart. I feel the pulling and then pushing as you use me to massage you. You use the last return to tease your clit before pushing back in position for entry. Your hand comes back and your arms are around me as I lower you and feel the amazing warmth and grasp as my cock enters your pussy. The soap and warm water are a balm to my feelings of wanton access. I drive forward as your hips lunge to meet me and we join in frenetic action and lust. I feel myself filling you and feel the grasp of your pussy and the slight pressure of your mound. My hands are raising and lowering you impaled on my eagerness as your hand lowers to push your clit hard against me as you ride. Again and again I fill you and again and again I'm welcomed. I feel your clit being pushed against me as my cock travels in its journey of urgency and demand. Your breasts are sliding against the wet hair of my chest and our kiss continues somehow deepened with our desire. I can feel the strength and throb in my cock and the urge in my thighs as I want more and more. I hear you moan and join you in this exquisite demand for more. I feel you shudder and pause a moment until it subsides and then continue more feverishly than before. I can feel every movement in your pussy through the tender nerves in my male's head. Your heels ride me like a cowboy that refuses to lose his seat on a bronco. Our shower rodeo continues and I'm nearing the eight second mark that has lasted for many minutes. Each eager thrust is countered by an even more power lunge. I feel myself approaching climax and my balls and cock are alive with sensitivity. You are my sole mate and my keeper. You are my driver on the complex rainy road ahead. Lightning flashes and thunder fills my ears as I feel your body convulse and drag me over. I fill you and feel your ride slowing as we sink to the floor beneath that unrelenting cascade of warm water. Spent and breathing hard as I thank you and kiss your shoulder. You have ridden me all the way to the floor. The Shower Standing in bathroom, gazing at my own reflection. My thoughts are all questions, looking myself in the eyes. Will he be pleased with my appearance? What has he planned? What playthings might he have brought? Will I be able to please him in all the ways he desires today? Am I taking too long in the bathroom? At this last thought, there is a sharp rap on the door. I immediately turn to open the door and exit the bathroom. Entering the bedroom, I approach him to within about 5ft and stop. Standing stock still, feet a shoulders width apart, arms at my sides though slightly away from my body, I await his inspection of me. “Good to see you responding so quickly, slut,” he says as he begins circling me with his appraising eyes raking over bit of my flesh. His circles grow tighter around me. Wondering what his inspection will entail, I can feel his warm breathe on my shoulders. He stops behind me, so close to me and yet not touching me at all. His lips so close to my ear as he whispers, “Bend over, bitch.” I bend at the waist, making my upper body parallel to the floor. As I am facing away from the foot of the bed, he sits on the bed at the foot. He now has a full view of my ass and pussy. He further instructs me to reach my hands between my legs and spread myself open for him to see. I can actually feel his eyes slowly visiting my every fold of flesh. He further instructs me to continue holding myself open with my left hand and to being fingering myself with my right hand. My back arches slightly as I insert my two middle fingers inside myself. My head comes back as the thought of him watching me completely fills my mind. The hope that he is enjoying causing me to finger myself even harder. My fingers sliding in and out so easily. When I had achieved a really nice rhythm, not so slow but not fast enough to actually risk a real orgasmic build up, he told me to stop. And, to once again, stand erect. As I complied, I heard him rise from the bed. Coming around to face me, the look in his eyes and his small nod of approval told me everything I needed to know. When he reached out and cupped both of my breasts in his hands, I shivered as chills rolled up and down my spine. His first touch always causes me to react this way. His grip on my breasts was growing tighter and rougher. My breathing was becoming quite ragged by this point. Knowing how his first touch affected me, he often made sure to wait and then make his first touch one of a rougher nature. His hands released their grip as his forefingers and thumbs found my nipples and pulled just a bit. He began rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. His grip hard and his rhythm fast. My hips begin gyrating to his rhythms. I can feel my lips becoming wet and swollen. And, still tried I stand there erect. Becoming fearful, now, that my knees will give out on me. As they become weaker all the while my head begins to spin gently and wonderfully. But, as I already know the punishment if I let me knees give out, I try very hard to concentrate on standing. My thoughts only those of pleasing my master whom I know will not tolerate any movement without being told to move or being physically led by him. And, as likes to do just that, he begins to lead me across the room where I see the footstool awaiting my arrival. This is the last image in my mind before the blindfold is placed over my eyes and all vision is lost to the padded contours of his specially designed blindfold. The contours are designed to fit the face and the padding restricts not only light and vision but, also all movement of the eyelids. He leads me towards where I know the footstool is resting and tells me to stop. Taking both my wrists behind my back he handcuffs them together. His hands on my shoulders, he leans down and takes the piece of flesh at the apex of my right shoulder and my neck between his teeth. Sucking this skin into his mouth and grinding his teeth together lightly but firmly. My sudden, sharp intake of my breathe was completely involuntary. As was the small whimper that escaped my throat right afterward. When his mouth suddenly releases my flesh, he pushes me solidly to my knees. Laughing softly but more than mischievously, he says, “Same drill, different game. Bend over, bitch.” And, with a chuckle, he puts his hand on the back of head and with just enough force, pushes me onto the top of the footstool. And, there I lay, practically helpless. He soon began wrapping a semi-thin cord of hemp rope several times around my knees and the legs of the footstool. One knee to each leg, respectively. Securing the ropes to his satisfaction, he finished off the knots and l now lay there completely helpless. Completely at his mercy. The knowledge of my own vulnerability settles in my mind as I lie there wondering what Master is thinking or doing. With the complete absence of light creating a disorientation of time, even benign sounds become foreign and distant. I think I can hear him moving around the room but, how can I be sure? I think I can hear him moving around in the bathroom, but how can I be sure that is where he is? My thoughts and impressions running together in my mind. Slowly swimming around each other and blending with each other. Which are real and which mere figments? Or, misinterpretations? Suddenly a familiar sound. Very familiar. What is it......? Coming from the bathroom, I think....yes! It's the sound of the shower running. The shower running? Why......? If he has chosen now for a shower.......well, I only need wait a few minutes, then. Just until the shower goes off. Then he will return. I do hope. I begin to long for him intensely. Missing him dreadfully. The desire for his touch overwhelming me. My flesh actually craves his attentions ~ of any kind which pleases him. My thoughts become completely enthralled with images of him, remembrances of past experiences with him, the impression on my skin of his touch. I can actually feel it there now. I can feel his caress on the cheeks of my ass. And, then the sharp pang of his smacking the same area. My groin begins to slowly grind against the ottoman involuntarily at these thoughts and sensations. Swimming through these images lazily, I suddenly realize the shower is still running. How long has it been running? Two minutes? Twenty-six minutes? Three hours? The monotonous droning of the water seems to be never-ending. A small part of me begins to actually believe that the shower will run forever. I will be forever awaiting my Masters return. And, still the shower runs. And, still my mind swims through the ashes. Once again my thoughts turn to those of him and of his touch. My being so longs for his return that I can actually feel him near me........ The dozens of tips of a leather flogger feel cool against the flesh of my back and shoulders. The softness of them very soothing in my state. Every fiber of my attention focuses on the feel of them as they trace patterns lightly up my back, across my shoulders and back down to my buttocks. They dance on my hips and in the crack in between my cheeks. Falling and resting on the backs of my thighs and curling their way back up again. Then they are gone, but I hear them swinging through the air just before they land lightly on my ass. Master always starts lightly, but he likes to intensify things quickly sometimes. As he does now. The floggings becoming quicker in succession and harder with each swing. The leather straps cutting through the air, singing to my ears. The straps land with a light thud to the flesh, a deliciously painful thud. But, it's the whip of the tips that leaves a sting on the flesh. And, Master knows just how to find that spot. That one spot where when he lashes me, the straps land low on my cheek and wrap down around my thigh just enough for the tips to flick at my very wet nether lips and at my very swollen clit sharply. As his lashes move back and forth between my ass cheeks and that one special spot, he slowly begins to pay more attention to that spot. Making my hips thrust towards him, as much as they possibly can. His swings become very rhythmic yet still growing in intensity. My thoughts scream in desire as moans escape my throat beyond my control. Mind swimming deliriously as I become so very aware of the detachment of mind and body. Both in a state of euphoric ecstasy all of its own. "I think my little fucktoy wants to cum." I feel his hand on my head as his fingers grasp my hair, pulling my head back and causing my breathe to catch and my whimper to escape. "Cum, you little slut. For me ~ now!" His command instantly bringing forth the most powerful orgasm. My entire body tenses in ecstasy and thrashes between his whippings and the footstool. My mind explodes in euphoria as colorful bursts dance before my eyes. He continues with the lashes and prolongs my orgasm for what seems to be it's own eternity. When it seems I am completely spent, he lashes me once more, and lets my head down to the footstool. I think I hear him leaving.........then I hear the shower turn off. And, my Master returns, again. After removing the handcuffs and blindfold, he releases my thighs from the ropes. He gently leads me to the bed to lie me down. And, kisses me. The Shower The feel of your firm soft body nestled back against me as we shower together (must conserve water of course!) and I soap your breasts and your tummy from behind with sweet low scented soap. As the lather builds, so does the heat in your pussy as my fingers find their way southward towards your hot core. You spread your legs slightly and allow me just a hint of access to the treats I know lie within. My finger tip grazes to hood of your clit and with a start, you can feel it emerging from its protective cover; I take the bold move to insert my soapy finger slowly into the entrance of your full vulva and gently squeeze those lips between my fingers and thumb. At the same instant, my other hand cups your left breast and lifts the firm globe as I brush across the turgid aroused nipple with the flat of my thumb. You moan softly, "Oh yes, my darling! Like that!' as your hand snakes between us and you grip my hard cock in your delicate soft hand. You stroke me slowly and gently as I tug and pull your engorged outer labia and pry them apart to allow a stream of warm water to splash directly on your exposed clit! You move your feet a little wider and with that movement, my fingers slip fully inside you; the slickness of your cum drenched pussy combines with the foam on my hand to allow even deeper penetration. As you stroke my cock – a little awkwardly since your hand has to reach between our snuggly fitted bodies - I speed the movements of my fingers as your pussy grips them tightly in a wave of another orgasm while I continue to roll your nipple top its hardest ever! As the shower flows around us, the soap is rinsed off your body and I turn you around to face me and lift your right leg to the molded seat in the corner of the tub surround. You lean back against the end of the stall as I crouch before you and as I do, I start at your neck (after a soft brush of my lips across yours of course), down to your rising and heaving chest to lave the glistening and softly scented skin of each tit. I start at the crease under each where they meet the wall of your ribcage since I know how sensitive this is for you and then move upwards, over the gentle curve of each breast to the glorious hard nipples crowning them. I circle each nipple in turn with the flat of my tongue as you grasp my hair and try to force me to feast on those delectable morsels. I only resist for a moment and then proceed to suck on each as you are overcome with a nipple induced orgasm and I can smell that cum flowing! Waiting no longer - I can't bear not tasting you - I finally crouch before the altar I worship and descend upon your heated flowing pussy. With your leg raised you have opened yourself to me and you grip my hair so hard I think you will pull it out. Your other hand flies out to grab the shower rod to steady yourself as you start to hump my face. Pulling me deeper and deeper into you, I reach my tongue almost to the edge of your g-spot; sensing the proximity is enough to send you into spasms of orgasmic delight and your sweet cum - the most wonderful taste in the world to me - fills my mouth and flows down my throat as I devour you! I move my tongue to your clit and suck it with my yearning lips; I replace it in your pussy with my fingers, I do curve all three upwards to touch your g-spot and as I do, a jolt of electricity seems to pass through you as you shudder again and again! Not to be outdone, I stand and lifting you out of the tub, still dripping wet, lean you over with your hands braced on the vanity facing the lighted mirror over the sink. I spread your legs wider and with one thrust, drive my steel hardened cock all the way into you almost lifting you off the floor. You look into the mirror as I pound into you - you meet every thrust - and meet my eyes. Both of our eyes are smoldering with the pent up passion and need to cum and within a few minutes we are crying out together, "I'm cumming!" You spray gush and gush of your sweet juices along my imbedded cock as I fill you to overflowing with my hot cum spurt after spurt! Our juices mix together and run down our legs to the tile floor. Quickly, I lower myself behind you and fasten my mouth over your still pulsating pussy to capture the entire outflow, swallowing most of that delicious cocktail but turning you and kissing you deeply as we share our taste with you! As my cock softens, I lean over your back, cupping your full breast in my hands and whisper, "I love you and will for an eternity, my darling!" You respond in kind as we step into the still running shower to rinse our sated bodies and then, after toweling ourselves dry, we walk hand in hand to the bedroom and climb under our cozy comforter. We melt into each other's arms and sleep full of dreams about our future to come – so full of love and happiness. The Shower I found myself trying to look through the crack of the door just to catch a glimpse of naked flesh. The shower was running, but I knew she was just about done. I could see the shape of her body through the shower curtain, but it wasn't quite clear enough to make out any of the details. It could have been her chest that I saw, but it could have just as easily been her elbows across her body. She shut the water off and I waited for the curtain to open. It seemed as if time slowed down. The curtain began to slide open. First I saw her arm and hip. Next, I got to see her right breast. It was more perfect than I imagined. Everything was still moving in slow motion as each and every part of her body was revealed from behind the curtain. Her hands went up to her chest and cupped her tits and rubbed herself, her nipples rock hard instantly from her own touch. It could have been because of the change in temperature getting out of the hot shower into the cool air, but I prefer to think it was from her own touch. I would have sworn that I saw her pinch her nipples between her fingers. Her long blonde hair was wet and slicked back tightly to her head, her bright blue eyes seemed to shine. Her skin was extremely pale, but smooth and beautiful. The light pink nipples on her tits stood out against the pale skin, drawing my attention directly to them. My mouth started watering at the thought of taking her nipples into my mouth and sucking on them. I continued down her lithe body to her thin waistline and tight stomach noticing her cute little belly button, an inny. I imagined sticking my tongue in her belly button, tickling her with it. What I noticed next, or should I say didn't notice next, was the smooth skin between her legs. I expected to see a patch of blonde where I saw nothing but the smooth essence of her womanhood. She looked untouched and innocent between her thin but muscular thighs. I imagined being between those long legs that stretched as she stepped out of the shower onto the floor. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her body as she grabbed a towel and started to dry her hair. Her arms stretched up, pulling her chest even higher into the air. Her nipples were little nuggets pointing out, reaching out, begging to be inside my mouth. As she dried her hair, each little movement made a slight tremor through her chest, shaking just a little and then tightening again as her arms went up again. She continued to dry herself off. The towel moved down to her chest, her hands rubbing on them and then underneath them, pushing them up, making them look bigger than they really were. Down the towel went to her belly. Then she grabbed both ends and took the towel behind her, drying her back. The towel was hiding my view of most of her body until she turned away from me and I could see her ass. Her ass was as beautiful as her chest. She had smooth, thin, hourglass hips, the muscles in her ass could be seen just under the surface of her skin. The towel and a hand went between the cheeks of her ass and I wished I was her towel as it went between the back of her thighs. Then she moved the towel back to her front and her legs spread slightly giving me a full view between her thighs for a split second before the towel covered my view. I was not disappointed though, because her legs stayed spread apart as she bent down to dry her thighs and the rest of her legs. Heaven was looking back at me as I stared at her smooth, hairless womanhood. I couldn't take it anymore. I rushed away from the door before my desire for her forced me to push the door open and take her right there on the bathroom floor. I went back to my bedroom and immediately pulled out my hardness and started stroking myself. The images of my goddess were fresh and clear in my head. I never wanted anything as much as I wanted to bury myself in her body, to touch every part of her and taste every part of her. I closed my eyes and imagined being inside her instead of my own hand. I could almost feel her body against mine as my hand raced up and down my shaft. It wasn't going to take me very long at all. "Wouldn't you rather have the real thing?" I heard. My eyes flew open to see my goddess standing over me. "I know you were watching me, I could hear your breathing through the door." She said. "Plus, I saw you when I first opened the curtain. You should really make sure the lights are off behind you if you want to watch someone without being caught." I tried to speak, but no words of explanation would come to mind. "I uh, umm, you." I stammered. She dropped her towel revealing herself to me. "This is what you want isn't it?" She asked. "I know it's what I want. I've wanted it for a long time, but I didn't think you were interested. Now, I know better and I'm going to get what I want." She grabbed my hand, which was still moving up and down on my cock, and pulled it away. She looked straight into my eyes the entire time her head was moving closer to cock. Her mouth opened and she took me into her mouth, watching me the entire time. I nearly exploded when I felt her lips wrap around and her tongue touch me. It took every bit of self-control that I had. She took more and more of me into her mouth, I felt my head reach the back of her mouth and then continue past into her throat until she had all of me inside her mouth. I felt her muscles contract in her throat as she was swallowing around my cock. My goddess had her lips and nose buried in my pubic hair and she was milking me with her throat. I had never had a woman deep throat me before, but now I knew why men wanted to have it done. Slowly, she came up for air, each inch if me was glistening with her saliva as it was once again revealed from between her beautiful lips. Never in my wildest dreams had I believed that my goddess would actually be doing this with me. When she finally came all the way up she asked, "How did that feel?" Before I could answer she once again took all of me inside her mouth. "Oh shit!" was all that came out of my mouth. I think she could tell that I was close to going over the edge because she stopped suddenly and grinned up at me. "I don't think we should end this yet. How about you do something for me to take your mind off things?" She said as she threw her leg over top of my head and put her knees on either side. I found myself staring at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Little droplets of moisture were formed on her skin, so I reached out with my tongue and tasted them. I felt a shiver through her thighs as my tongue slid across her clit. I reached up and grabbed her ass to pull her closer to me, my nose slid between the folds of her pussy. I inhaled her scent, a musky, very feminine scent. I began lapping at her like a little kitten lapping at milk. I couldn't get enough of her taste or her scent. I stuck my tongue inside her as deep as I could, rolling it around inside her. Her juices began rolling down my tongue into my waiting mouth. My face was becoming drenched. I could feel the liquid rolling down my cheeks. She began to ride my face, her hips undulating, pressing down against me. I began to concentrate my efforts on her slit. I pushed my tongue flat against it, pressing hard as I moved it in circles, then straight up and down. I took my tongue away and pulled down on her more and grabbed her clit between my teeth, I flicked it with my tongue back and forth several times. I felt her begin to tense up as I moved a finger toward her asshole, pressing against it slightly and rubbing circles around it. I felt the tension ease up just a little and I decided it was time. I bit down lightly but firmly on her clit and rubbed my tongue all over it roughly. At the same time I pushed my finger inside her asshole. I felt her entire body tense up, she released my cock from her mouth, her thighs tightened around my head holding me in place as her hips moved uncontrollably. Even with her thighs around my head I could still hear her. "Oh god! Oh no! Oh no! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh god yes! Ooohhhhh! Oh! Mmmmmm! Eat my pussy baby! Oh Shit!" And then her body shuddered and I was covered in her juices. She collapsed on top of me, but I could still feel tremors from her body against me. I blew air out through my mouth across her clit and her body tensed again, sending a new shower down my face. "Please, you have to stop!" She said as she rolled off of me. I leaned up on one arm to look at her. Her chest was heaving, she was glistening with sweat, and she had her eyes closed trying to catch her breath. She was a beautiful sight to behold. Then she finally sat up and leaned forward toward me, grabbing my hair she pulled me close to her and gave me a very deep, very passionate kiss. "So that's what I taste like. I never expected to like the way my own pussy tasted." She said. "Now I'm going to do to you what you just did to me." She told me. "What's that?" I asked. "I'm going to give you something you've never had. You gave me my first orgasm so it's only fair that I give you something in return." She informed me. With that she climbed on top of me and placed me at the entrance to her pussy. "After you made me so wet this should go in easy enough." She moved down slowly, teasing me. I could feel the heat from her pussy when she was still a couple of inches away. A few drops from her dripped on the head of my cock as she moved closer and closer. Finally, her velvety smooth skin touched me. I was mesmerized as I started to go inside her. "This is my paradise." I thought to myself. "This is where I have always wanted to be." She was still moving so very slowly down. I could feel the warmth and wetness beginning to envelop the head of my cock. My hips began to move upwards trying to get inside her, deep into paradise. I still only had about two inches inside her when something stopped me from going any further. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "You're still a virgin?" "I was going so slow so that you would know what I was giving you." She told me. "Now that you know…." She never finished that sentence. Instead she forced all of her weight down on me, breaking the barrier of her hymen. She screamed out in pain as we broke through and she completely impaled herself on my pole. She didn't move once I was completely inside her. Tears were starting to form in her eyes and a small amount of blood was forming at the base of my cock. "That hurt a lot more than I thought it would." She said. "But I'll be fine in a second. The pain is almost gone already. I feel so full with you inside me. It's kind of weird, but really good at the same time. Why don't you take over now? I just wanted to make sure you would go through with it once you found out you were going to be my first." "I love you so much!" I told her. "I have fantasized about this. You are my goddess." "I know." She said. "I love you too Daddy!" The Shower It had been a long day. I couldn't wait to get home and crawl into a hot shower, anything to rid me of this tension and grime of everyday work. I was heading for the bathroom stripping my clothes as I went, when I heard water running. What a way to end a long day. I see you standing in the shower, your flesh glistening from the water caressing your body. I rid myself of my bra and climb in behind you giving you a bit of a start. We give each other a long lingering kiss, my hands sliding over your hot wet soapy body, caressing every muscle as I work my way down your delicious body, working the soap into a lather all over you. As my hands move across the tender part of your belly, you sigh, as I reach for your hard cock. I caress him with my hands, stroking him, lathering him into a froth with creamy soap. You grow harder as I administer ever-gentle touches around the head of your cock and down the shaft. I love the feel of your powerful cock sliding through my fingers. Up and down 'til you're thoroughly clean. I move on to your engorged balls. You shiver as I lightly caress them. I feel my own hunger growing deep within my own secret spot. I go to my knees before you. Looking up, I watch the creamy soap sliding down your body as the spray from the shower rinses it away. I help it along by stroking your cock, watching it trickle off your balls, my own senses swimming. I want you so much. I rub the tip of your cock across my cheek feeling the smoothness of him burning into my tender skin, your own pre cum trickling down my face. I massage it in with your cock, loving the slippery feeling of it on my skin, bringing him closer to my mouth. My hot breath scorches you. You take my head in your hand, pulling me closer to you, encouraging me to take you. I tease you with my tongue, swirling it around the head of your wonderfully hard cock, lapping up any juices you offer me, sending shivers of anticipation through you.... Slowly I draw you into my hot wet mouth, sucking you in farther til your hard cock reaches my throat. I relax my throat muscles. You slide in effortlessly..... You taste so good..... I slowly withdraw, tracing every vein with my tongue, feeling your every pulsating heart beat. I give you two more long lingering strokes with my mouth. Suddenly, you bring me to my feet, kissing me long and hard, taking my breath away. You slide your hand down over my breasts tweaking my nipples, causing them to grow hard under your attentive fingers. I arch back bringing them closer to you. You weigh them as you caress them, bringing them to your searing hot mouth. My body quivers needing you to suckle them. You tease each nipple as you bring them together, sucking and flicking your wet tongue across them. I feel my own juices spill from within. I need you to take me. My excitement growing, as you continue to caress my tits. Your hands glide down over my tender belly, playing with my belly button, sending ever more shivers through me. I tense slightly as your hand reaches my mound, sliding your fingers into my slit, causing my clit to ache with desire. You rub it gently. " Babe, I need your cock!" I beg you to take me, but you ignore my pleas. You continue to explore my sex, causing my body to vibrate with wanton desires. I cling to you as my knees go weak. My eyes close, feeling you spreading my hot juices, making me ready for you. You turn me in your arms, kissing my mouth as you do so. I lean into the wall. Your hands on my hips you pull me on to you, slowly penetrating me. Oh Yes, I need all of you. You withdraw long enough to tease my clit with the tip of your cock. I move my hips to try to capture you. Obliging me, you slowly drive him home, your balls gently beating against my clit, driving me on. Harder and harder, we slam together, driving our senses wild with heated desire. Your hands pulling me onto you, I feel every beat of your heart deep within my pussy, spurring me on to meet your every stroke. I need my release. The pressure building deep within, my body tenses as I give in to it. I feel your body spasm. Harder and harder you penetrate me, causing my own orgasm to intensify. My whole body quaking, Your engorged balls release hot creamy sperm deep within me. Your body quaking, you lean on me for support. We both take a deep breath and a deep sigh. My body filled with the essence of your desire, I lean back into you. You cup my swollen breasts and kiss my neck, sending added shivers through me. With your arms wrapped around me, giving a feeling of deep desire and warmth, I turn to hug and kiss your searing lips ............. Aphrodite The Shower Marissa had worked up a sweat. She'd been coming to the gym now for a few months and really worked herself hard. She liked the feeling it had on her. There were other things she'd come to like as well. Since her breakup, it had become clear to her that she had interests outside of what most would call "Normal". She got really hot and turned on by women. Not just any woman but these women. The ones at the gym in their tight, little shorts and tops, with their tummy's showing and their boobs pressed hard against their shirts. Oh yes, she really loved coming to the gym. One woman in particular stood out. Marissa had seen her in here several times a week. Sometimes they'd be next to each other on the treadmill and other times on the bikes. Marissa had over heard a few conversations and learned the woman's name was Jessica. When they weren't on the equipment, both could be found in the same aerobics class. Jessica was almost always in front of Marissa and usually down a few people. This gave Marissa a great view of Jessica's ass as well as the rest of her body in the mirrors. When they jogged in place, Marissa really loved watching those breasts move. Jessica must have been a D cup easily and they looked so firm in that top she wore. They had never talked, although Marissa had been caught looking at her from time to time. She wondered what Jessica thought and always waited to be confronted but it never happened. Today was like any other day. Marissa worked her ass off and walked several miles to boot. She really needed a shower and the thought of the water running down her body seemed like heaven. She hopped off the treadmill and headed that way. Usually there were several girls in and out of the showers but when she walked in, she found she was the only one. Fine with her, she could enjoy the shower alittle more without having to worry about keeping someone from it. She stripped and grabbed her towel. The back stall was a favorite, it had a privacy door and some of the women were really very shy. Marissa seldom got to use it and was going take her chance now. She slipped in and turned the water on. A gush of cool water poured down and she gasped at first. Soon though her body became adjusted to it and she just closed her eyes and let it flow. She ran her fingers through her hair and then down over her body. Her nipples were hard from the temperature of the water and she sighed as her fingers grazed over them. Suddenly her mind conjured up an image of Jessica in class. Marissa would bet she looked great wet. She could see the water running and dripping off her nipples and it made her hot. Marissa let her fingers roam lower down her body and between her legs. She felt an instant heat run through her body as her fingers found her center. Oh how this woman and images of her turned Marissa on. Just as she was about to slip a finger inside her pussy, Marissa heard a cough and her eyes flew open. Standing there, watching her over the little door was Jessica. Marissa was just speechless and she quickly tried to cover herself up. She knew that Jessica couldn't possibly know the exact thoughts in her mind but Marissa feared her face might have given some away. Jessica kind of smiled as her eyes roamed over Marissa's body lingering on her breasts. "Don't be shy." She said and stepped right into the shower with Marissa. Gently she moved Marissa's hands to her sides and watched her. No words came to Marissa. She was not only stunned that she'd been caught but the woman she fantasized about was right there, naked, in front of her. Marissa let her eyes glide down over Jessica as the water licked its way over their bodies. Jessica's body was more gorgeous so than Marissa could have ever thought. And she was shaven clean as well! Another major turn on. "You want to touch me?" She asked Marissa. "Go ahead" she said and guided Marissa's hand to her pussy. When her hand came in contact with Jessica's hot pussy soft moans filled the shower stall. "Put your finger inside for me" Jessica whimpered Marissa could not believe her ears but couldn't stop from doing what was asked. She pushed her finger inside and found Jessica's clit. As Marissa brushed her finger over that sensitive bud, sounds of pleasure escaped from them both. This was amazing! To quickly Jessica pulled away and smiled. Marissa found herself disappointed as her finger slipped out of that wet heaven. But it lasted only a second as Jessica backed her up against the shower wall and her mouth took Marissa's nipple deep into it. The pleasure was more than Marissa thought it would be and she moaned so loud. The more Jessica sucked and nibbled, the louder Marissa got. They could probably be heard out in the gym but she didn't care. This felt too good to be quiet. Suddenly Jessica stopped her attention on Marissa's breasts and dropped to her knees. Before Marissa could even think about it, Jessica hands parted her thighs and her tongue was thrust up into Marissa's tingling pussy. The world shook! It was unbelievable feeling a woman's tongue inside her. The flicking of it over her clit was so good. She hung onto Jessica's hair while her hips grinded against her face. A flushed feeling washed over Marissa as she got tongue fucked by the woman of her fantasies. This was real. The woman on her knees before her was real. The sounds echoing all around them were real. As was that rush of heat that came right before release was real. Marissa knew she was going to cum. Her head was thrown back, her breathing hard and her body arched. She was hanging onto Jessica's hair for dear life and it was all she could do to not scream. Jessica moved her hands to Marissa's ass and pushed her face further into her throbbing pussy. She must have sensed Marissa was going to cum and Marissa didn't let her down. She exploded all over Jessica's tongue. Her body took on a mind of it's own and convulsed with pleasure. Never had anything felt so good, never had anyone probed her pussy so well and so hot. There, under the pouring water, Marissa came harder than she ever had in her life and Jessica's tongue just didn't stop. Finally, when Jessica had sucked Marissa's pussy dry, she rose up and without a moment's hesitation she pushed Marissa gently to her own knees. Marissa looked up at her and waited to be guided. She wanted this woman to feel good but she wanted to be controlled in the moment. Jessica reached down with her fingers and separated her own pussy lips exposing her clit to Marissa. "Lick it," she commanded and Marissa did just that. She leaned in and flicked her tongue right over Jessica's clit. Making her moan and lean up against the wall herself. "Ahhh yes" She sighed "Now suck on it" Jessica demanded Once again Marissa obeyed. She grabbed Jessica's thighs and buried her face into her pussy, sucking on her clit and sliding her fingers up inside Jessica at the same time. Jessica's hips moved furiously against Marissa's face and fingers. Pushing her fingers as deep as she could Marissa fucked Jessica wildly. She wanted Jessica to scream. And she did! Jessica came fast and hard. Her hands held on Marissa's head tight and she fucked against her fingers and tongue. Marissa sucked hard on her clit and felt Jessica's pussy grasp her fingers and cum all over. Bucking and bucking Jessica came for what seemed like forever. Marissa knew she had done well. The body never lied. She slipped her fingers out and stood up slowly. Jessica smiled at her and they kissed so passionately under that running water. Their bodies spent, their hearts pounding. The water trailed down between them as they found their breath and their composure. Neither of them would ever look at gym class the same again. And neither regretted that!! The Shower You know, I thought there might be some problems flatting with all these people, but this wasn't one that came to mind. After all, it's something of a tradition to do it this way. First year at Varsity, first time way from home, we stay in hostels. Meals are provided, sheets are washed, facilities are clean, available, restricted, and frankly boring. Any of us who manage to find our virginity promptly lose it, in an inappropriate manner, under the influence, and with someone who, if not actually horrid, is certainly not partner-for-life material. Think orangutan. A drunk one. Drinking edges its way inexorably from desirability to compulsivity. Plans for study are put aside. Partnerships are created and broken with monotonous regularity. Some of us put homosexuality to the test, and find that while we are capable of sex with our very own gender, we would, on the whole, rather not. Then of course, the remaining ten percent take the exact opposite view. Friendships come and go, there is a lot of laughing, even more crying, devastation, heartbreak, pregnancy, drug addiction, stalkers, streakers, theft, rape, and an occasional hero who comes along and makes it all worthwhile. Of course, not all those things happen to all of us. Personally, I could have done with a few more heroes, but I'm not complaining. Somewhere along the path toward summer we realise that, despite all the fun and games, we've completely forgotten that we were here to learn something in an academic sense, and realise also that we can't possibly go home and tell Dad about all the extra-curricular learning. He wouldn't want to know about the coke, the drag racing, or the threesome. We're not sure we want to know either, though they all seemed pretty damn good at the time. As it slowly dawns that we, along with most of the rest of our class, might be in trouble, we knuckle down. We study with a will not before seen, a determination which astounds us all, a focus heretofore thought impossible, and with not nearly enough time for it to help. The year ends badly, and we all head to various homes, tails between our legs, goodbye-no-strings-just-friends fucking done and dusted, to face parents who are not happy and less than supportive, but privately pleased that we were just the same kind of hellions as they had been a generation before. The fact is, they would like to know about the coke, sex, drinking and heartbreak. But you can guarantee we won't be telling them, unless we can manage to disguise things enough to convince them that it wasn't us. Summer is spent in remorse, at least in the presence of parents. Many of us need to work hard to raise enough money to do it all again, while the rest waste the time on beaches and in bars. But when it's time to leave home again, and the relieved parents wave goodbye, or drop us off, it's not to the hostel we go. No, we are mature now. Older, and more experienced. We want to feel life with a visceral edge, a reality that only exists when we look after ourselves. We want to cook our own meals, or choose not to. We want to clean up when we feel like it. We want to choose our companions, often based on a five minute conversation late one night, the year before. We want to cram as many people as we can in a small, dingy, dark, grotty flat, and then see if we can drive each other crazy. We want to be grownups. =============================================== I gave it two days after pinning the note to the fridge. Nothing had changed. The fact was, I knew who it was anyway. I just hadn't been quite obnoxious enough to put his name on the note. The six of us who made up the tenancy were a strange mixture. All intelligent, partly-educated, independent, self-thinking individualists. It shouldn't have been a surprise that we provided friction to one another. The three guys were probably not bad as these things go. They were mostly tidy and clean, and they treated at least us three girls as people. No telling what they did outside the house. Nev was probably the least extroverted of the bunch. He was a Computer Science student, but he didn't fit the nerdish stereotype of most of his classmates. He was very involved in mountain biking, and was the most likely of the group of us to eat something healthy. I couldn't stand what he was doing in the bathroom though, and decided I needed to confront him. Don't get me wrong. I had no problem with him masturbating. More power to him. Really. Hell, I've been comfortable with my hand between my legs myself, for years, on a regular basis. It wasn't that, not at all. The problem was having a shower after him, and having to stand on the sticky leftovers. Yuck. Now I realise we girls have an advantage here, but that's no reason to leave evidence. I waited until the next morning, and sat quietly in the kitchen, until Nev appeared, towel around his waist, and made his way to the bathroom. I wasn't really sure what I intended to do, but had got the idea into my mind that I needed to catch him, in the bathroom, in the shower, in the act. So I followed him down the hallway, and listened to him for a while, until I heard the water start in the shower. Knowing that I was safe for a few minutes now, I tried the door. We weren't too concerned about nudity in the flat, and the door was seldom locked. Hell, when the guys went for a pee, they didn't even shut the door until we ganged up on them. Sure enough, the door, while closed, wasn't locked, and I could open it easily enough. The flat we rented was a conversion of a big old house, and some of the rooms were shaped a little strangely as a result. After I opened the door and walked into the bathroom, I still couldn't actually see the shower. I closed the door carefully behind myself, and peered around the corner. Sure enough, Nev was under the water, and just as I got there, he finished rinsing his hair, and turned away from the shower head, and put his back to the water. He would have been able to see me if he happened to look in exactly the right direction, but with soapy eyes, and steam, he probably wouldn't. The shower cubicle had a clear glass door, and from where I stood, I could see fairly plainly through it. Nev must have been giving his upcoming masturbation some thought, because as he turned, his erection became obvious. He reached up and squeezed a little conditioner on his hand, and carelessly wiped it all over his cock, and that's when my plan went all wrong. I'd never seen a boy masturbate before, other than up close, his cock right next to me, with our lips together, and me helping. This was different. He stood there, back almost straight, relaxed and calm, closed his eyes, and started to stroke. He had a sizable penis, and from where I stood, I could see that it jutted out strongly from his hips, curving slightly upwards. I knew, from a late night conversation earlier, that he was circumcised, and the head of it was large, and red. Conditioner partially covered the skin, and his right hand slid effortlessly up and down, getting faster as I watched. I noticed the rest of his body for the first time then, as well. The mountain biking had given him strong shoulder muscles, and his legs held him rock steady. His face was squinting with concentration, and the water was running down the back of his short, dark hair, and down over his muscled back. The desire to confront him had completely departed, and been taken over by another more basic need, and as I watched him intently, both of my hands slipped down to my thighs, and lifted my skirt at the front. My panties provided very little in the way of a barrier, and I pushed them down off my hips to give myself better access. Plunging a finger from each hand inside myself, I realised how wet I was, and stroked frantically, covering my labia with ample moisture, sliding my fingers up and down in time with his hand, slowly nearing my clitoris. I leaned back against the wall now, careless of being caught, and attacked myself vigorously. Two slippery fingers pounded my clit delicately, but oh so fast, and I watched Nev, as he bent his back a little, in anticipation. Suddenly I realised I couldn't hold on any more. My legs collapsed under me, and I crouched, skirt around my waist, panties around my ankles, knees apart, fingers buried, and stroked, as fast as I could, my hands a blur between my spread legs. I'm sure I was making noises, but I didn't care then. I just kept watching the tip of his cock disappearing and reappearing through his hand, and stroking myself. Suddenly his movement changed, and my finger slipped, lost in the moment. It didn't matter. As his cock reappeared once more, a thick stream of milky semen flew from it, and sprayed on the glass opposite him, and as he came, I did too, my muscles contracting almost painfully in this position, and I shuddered over and over, as he continued to spray the glass. My body jerked in time with his releases, and my fingers, deep inside me now, were trapped and squeezed wonderfully. As he stopped painting the shower cubicle, I calmed down a little, and started to realise what a ludicrous situation this was, and tried to stand up, in hopes of leaving the bathroom before I was caught. It was a waste of time. My legs had been strained a little too much, and as I tried to straighten them, I fell headlong onto the floor. It couldn't possibly have been more embarrassing. He opened the shower door as I stumbled around, trying to push my skirt down, and pull my panties up, and smiled at me. "You know, Sandy, that's one of the hottest things I've ever seen, but this last part is a let-down." "You saw me?" "God yes, from the moment you walked in. I thought maybe you were going to accuse me of leaving a mess in the shower." "I was." "Ah. And...?" "Shit, I... I couldn't. I was..." "Yes, I could see." "I'm so embarrassed." "There's no need Sandy. Umm... at the risk of being bold... you could probably do with a shower." "Oh, I... I couldn't." "Uh huh. Come on. Instead of trying to pull those cute panties up, how about taking them off? It's not like I haven't seen already, is it?" "Look, it wasn't my intention to..." "I know, I know. I was really angry when you walked in, but somehow the idea of you watching..." "Oh. You too?" "God yes. Listen, I do jerk off in the shower, but it's not normally like that. That was amazing. You were too." "Well, I've never done that, crouching on the floor of a bathroom, and I never intended to, either." "Come and get in the shower, Sandy." "You sure, Nev?" "Oh, yeah. Unless you don't want to." "Oh, I do. I do." "Well, come on then." I stood there in front of him then, and slowly removed the remainder of my clothes, dropping them to the floor carelessly. I was momentarily embarrassed at him seeing my breasts, but realised that was ridiculous, and showed them off proudly instead. As I opened the shower door, and stepped inside, Nev moved away from the water, and insisted that I get myself wet. I turned away from him, tipping back my head under the hot water, and let it run down my front, a little flowing over the back of my head, and down my back. Nev squeezed some liquid soap onto his hands, and started rubbing it into my shoulders and back, slowly increasing his range of movement to include my arms, and then my hips. Feeling the heat of the water now, I moved back slightly, and pushed my ass against him. I could feel that his erection had recovered, and hoped that he wasn't going to remain quite so gentlemanly. I need not have worried. As I gently rubbed my body against his, he squeezed a little more soap and moved his hands to the front of my body, slipping down over my collarbone, knowing somehow, where and when, to stop. His fingertips walked down over the tops of my small breasts before sliding gently all over them, soaping and kneading, squeezing my nipples between his fingertips before continuing down. It's a strange thing, but my belly button, which is normally ticklish, becomes immensely erotic after I have an orgasm. I've been able to come, when I'm alone, just by stroking there in the right way, but never for the first orgasm. I'm sure he didn't know, unless one of a very short list had blabbed, but he somehow did exactly the right thing, sliding in circles around it, and occasionally shooting straight over the top. I said nothing, encouraging him with my body, and as he continued applying just the right amount of pressure, and his lips started to nibble my ear, I came. Not the earth-shattering near-pain I'd experienced before on the floor, but a gentle wave of pleasure, culminating in a hard clench of my muscles, and a wonderful zing at the end of all the nerves in my body. I wasn't sure he'd noticed for a moment, as his fingers continued their caresses, and his lips explored my shoulder, but he knew. He just didn't want to break the silence. I felt released then, my needs taken care of, my stress erased, and my body tingling. There was just one more thing I wanted, and I knew it was the same thing he had in mind. Nev was about eight inches taller than me, so I knew it would be a bit fiddly, but I wanted him just how he was, from behind. I leaned forward and put both of my hands on the wall in front of me, the water pouring down my back now, and pooling between us wherever possible, and pushed my butt back towards him, making it clear what I wanted again, without speaking. I parted my legs a little, while trying not to bend them too much, and I could feel Nev positioning himself between my legs. His hands, which had remained in front of me, had moved their way down between my legs, and he used them to help position his hard cock in the right place. Desperate now, I pushed against it, willing it inside myself, and as we both wiggled, and he used his hands to help, the tip of his cock suddenly popped through my labia, and he was inside. It felt so big, due to both the position and its actual size that I hesitated momentarily, and he froze, worried that he'd taken a liberty I hadn't intended. But I was just savouring the moment, and pushed myself down over him, his hot hardness filling me, stretching me, arousing me yet again. As the full length of him impaled me, I started to move up and down on him, pushing him out and pulling him in, the water from the shower flowing in and around me as well, the hot water and his hot cock so different. I could hear him panting behind me, and his thrusts were becoming a little desperate when I felt his fingers on me, my swollen clit caressed by his wet fingertips, his desperate cock pounding inside me, his breath in my ear, his tongue on my earlobe, and I lost it. My muscles clenched tightly around him, and I orgasmed. Not the earth-shatter of the first, or the slow pleasure of the second, but a pounding hot wet release. And as I came, clamping him inside me, he did too, grunting and moaning behind me as his seed lodged so deep inside my sopping clamp. We both stood there, in that insane position, each of us encouraging the other to one more muscle contraction, and then, inevitably, we collapsed, arms and legs in all directions, our bodies separated suddenly, and the shower pouring over both of our heads. Unable to breath where I was, I moved to the side, only to hear a pounding on the shower wall. It was our flatmate Linda, and she wanted to know if we were ever going to get out of there, and stop wasting water. She was also pleased that I seemed to have fixed the masturbation problem, but her language wasn't very nice! We stumbled out of the shower, wrapped the only towel around both of us, left the remaining evidence on the shower wall, all my clothes on the floor, and walked in as dignified a way as we could manage out to the hallway, to a standing ovation from four people. Throwing the towel aside, realising there wasn't much point, I dragged Nev to my room, ostensibly for recuperation. The poor boy barely survived the day. The Shower The next morning, I woke before him. I needed a shower, so I rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom. I closed the shower curtain, and turned on the water, not too hot and not too cold. I stepped under the shower spray and closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of the warm water over my warm body. I opened my eyes in surprise when I heard someone in the bathroom with me. A moment later, the shower curtain parted, and a head peaked in. "Couldn't wait for me to wake up, love?" he joked, taking in the view of my naked body. "Guess that means I'll have to join you." He stepped into the tub, and closed the curtain behind himself. He took the shampoo bottle from me, squirted some in his hands, and rubbed them together. He stepped behind me, and rubbed his hands into my hair. He lathered my hair well, remembering that I loved to be pampered like this. When he was done washing my hair for me, he backed me under the showerhead, helping to rinse out the shampoo. Then he picked up the conditioner bottle, and repeated the same process, running his fingers through my hair to work in the conditioner. He rinsed my hair for a second time. "C'mere sweetheart," I coaxed. "It's your turn to get shampooed." I lathered the shampoo in his hair, and then stepped aside to let him rinse it out. "I still need to be washed. Are you going to help me with that too?" I asked with a sly grin on my face. "Oh, but of course, my pet," he answered with his own devilish grin. He picked up the soap and washcloth, got a good lather, and told me to face the opposite direction. I obeyed, turning my back to him. I felt the washcloth start at my neck and shoulders. Carefully, he washed down each arm, down my back, pausing a moment longer on my round bottom, before finishing up with my legs. "Please turn around, love; I need to continue with the front." Again I obeyed him, turning to face him. I saw the passion and love in his eyes as he started with my shoulders, pausing at my breasts. He soaped them, then flicked his tongue over each nipple, watching me shudder. He resumed his washing, stroking the cloth over my belly, down past my kitty, down my legs, then back up again. He went back to my kitty and washed a little longer there. I moaned, closed my eyes, and leaned back against the wall as the pleasure increased. He stopped, and I opened my eyes. "Time for my washing now, love," he said as he handed me the soap and washcloth. I lathered it, and told him to turn around, like he did to me. I soaped his shoulders, arms, back, and paused at his bottom, before continuing with his legs. He turned around. Since I was down there already, I started with his legs, passing his semi erect member, to wash his stomach. I stood and continued with his chest, arms, and shoulders, and then returned to my pleasure tool. I started to wash it, when he stopped me. "I want you so bad right now," he moaned. "Turn around for me please baby and we can make love right here in the shower." I willingly turned around, and felt him push a little on my back, to make me bend over. I felt his hard member pushing at my tight little hole. I moaned and spread my legs a little further apart for better access. He moaned as well, pushing more of himself inside. He got it all in, and stood there for a minute, letting me get used to it before he moved again. I wiggled my bottom against his pelvis, signaling that it was time to get going. He pumped me hard and fast in the shower, the water spraying down on our backs. I leaned with my hands on the shower wall, to keep me from falling. He had his hands on my waist, pulling me toward him. Faster we went, until with a roar, he came. As I felt his hot seed pouring inside me, I shuddered and came, coating his member with my warm juices. We stood for a minute like that, before he pulled out. I turned around, and he held me under the shower, letting the water cool our hot bodies. He turned the water off, opened the shower curtain, and told me to stand there for a moment. He stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and quickly dried off. Then he picked up a second towel, walked over to me, and started drying my hair. Once it was no longer dripping, he moved down my body, slowly and tenderly drying me off. He handed me my robe, and helped me put it on. He put on his robe also. "Let's go see what there is for breakfast, my sweet one," he said. "All of this activity has made me hungry." I giggled. "Me too." The Shower I hear the shower starting so I wait a few minutes until I know you are in it and I come into the bathroom, taking my clothes off as I do. I climb in behind you and slide my hand down your back to your pussy. Using my fingertips I start to tease you, getting you nice and wet. I slide a finger into you, feeling how wet you are. Grasping your shoulders I push you over and slide my cock into you, pushing you up against the wall with the force. You place both hands on the wall pushing yourself back into my hard pounding cock. I lean forward and bite your shoulder as I pound hard inside you. Then you move your hand down and start rubbing your clit, occasionally reaching back to play with my balls. Even in the shower I can tell I am sweating like crazy as I drive into you. I grab your hair and thrust harder into you, using my other hand I start pinching your nipple. I pull out of you and climb out of the shower, pulling you with me. As you step out of the shower I push you down over the sink and slide just the tip in. I keep just sliding the tip in and pulling out, you look back at me and tell me you want me all the way inside you, so I smile and inch it in a little further, moving slow, as you look back forward I pull all the way out, making you gasp. You start to turn your head back at me and I bury myself all the way inside you, making you gasp. I grab hold of your shoulders and use them to go faster and harder inside you. I can tell I am about to cum so I slow down some and pull out, stroking myself I shoot it all over your back. We then get back in the shower and wash each other off. When we finish this I grab you and pull you to the bedroom, reaching it I spin you around and lay you down on the bed. I slide down and start licking your clit, sucking it into my mouth. I pull back some and force you to turn over on your belly, putting a pillow under your hips to raise you up in the air some. After you get into position I lean down and slide my tongue along your asshole, sliding to fingers into your wet pussy. You are moaning my name and clutching the sheets in your hands as I continue. I start moving back and forth from your pussy to your ass with my tongue. Focusing back on your pussy, I slowly slide a finger into your ass. I pull back and force you to turn over again, pushing your legs back up, I start licking your pussy again. I reach for your dildo and slide it into your pussy as I take your clit in my mouth. Pushing it in and out of you I slide a finger back into your ass. This sends you over the edge and you cum hard, screaming and moaning. As your orgasm slows, I pull the dildo out of you and put you back on your knees, forcing you to lay your head on the bed. I slide my cock into your wet pussy and just leave it there. I take my finger and start teasing your ass again, working my finger into it. I slowly move in and out of you, sliding another finger into your ass. You start to moan and bite the pillow, loving my attentions on you. I pull my cock out of your pussy and slide the dildo back in, pushing it in as far as it can go, after I do this I put the tip of my cock at the entrance of your ass, slowly pushing my way inside. Once I am all the way in, I slowly start to slide in and out of you, telling you to use the dildo while I do this. You feel so good I know I won't last long this time, and start fucking you harder. You are moaning, using the dildo, as I thrust in and out of you. I pause for a minute and pull out, turning you onto your side. Grabbing the dildo I pull it out of you as well. Sliding my cock into your pussy I grab your top leg and put it up on my shoulder. I start thrusting hard and fast, loving how wet and tight your pussy feels on my cock. I keep thrust and reach up to grab your nipple, pinching it. You tell me you are about to cum, so I speed up, pounding hard into you, as your orgasm rocks you I feel your tighten hard on my cock, sending me into orgasm. I thrust deep inside you and stop, shooting inside your tight pussy. After I finish I pull out slowly and lay beside you, taking you in my arms and holding you tight. The Shower I guess I'm okay to look at. I'm about 5'3, have short brown hair, and I'm only 108 pounds. I've always been rather self-conscious about my sexuality because I only wear an A-cup, and even those are a little big. However, the summer I turned 18, Kevin changed my mind completely. We decided to take a road trip to Valley Fair in Minnesota the summer after our senior year since we both loved roller coasters. We had spent the entire day getting ourselves silly dizzy and had gone back to our hotel room to clean up before going out for a late dinner. It was less expensive to get one room for the two of us and besides, we'd been best friends for the past four years and had seen just about every side of each other, both physically and emotionally. I went into the bathroom to take a shower but I didn't swing the door hard enough and it swung partially open without me knowing it. Kevin was sitting on the bed, supposedly reading a book as I turned on the water and began to get undressed. I pulled off my shirt and shorts and checked the water temperature before taking off my bra and underwear. Then I stepped in the shower and closed the curtain. I guess Kevin had been watching all of this because he came into the bathroom and undressed without me knowing it. I heard the curtain open and before I could turn around, I felt his arms slide around my waist and heard his harsh breathing in my ear. I had always been attracted to Kevin, but we had never jeopardized our friendship by dating, having seen many of our friends lose good relationships that way. But that day, everything was different. As I felt Kevin's hands on my stomach and his cock pushing up against my ass, I knew I had to have him, and I had to have him right then and there. Before I could do anything, however, he began to run his hands up and down my stomach, circling my breasts before lowering them to gently rub over my pussy. I moaned as his hands worked magic and he lowered his lips to my neck, instinctively finding the sensitive spot there and flicking it with his tongue. Kevin's hands began to wander again, one traveling back up my stomach to cup one of my breasts, kneading and squeezing it, while the other one parted my lips and found the nub it searched for. I was so wet, and not just from the shower. I moaned again as he slid one finger into me as far as he could before slowly pulling it out and inserting two. Then he removed his hands from my body and turned me around, looking into my eyes. I smiled in my bliss and he slid me to the floor of the shower and backed me up against the wall. Smiling at me, he then slid three fingers into my wet pussy and began to kiss my neck again. I felt his lips move past my collarbone and fasten on one of my nipples. I arched my back as the waves of pleasure rippled over me as the combination of his lips on my nipple, his fingers inside me, and his thumb on my clit began to work their magic. I felt his tongue and his lips move down my stomach and nearly shrieked with pleasure when his lips fastened over my clit and began sucking. It felt so good I couldn't stand it, so I wriggled away from him and pushed him back against the wall. His thick cock was staring me in the face and I swallowed before lowering my head to gently lick the head. I had never sucked a cock before, so I was afraid I wouldn't be good at it, but when he moaned, I slowly took the head into my mouth and began to suck. Then I licked the shaft up and down the whole eight inch length of it before taking the whole thing in my mouth. He shuddered as I began to suck the length of him and his hands in my hair guided my head to where he wanted it to go. I alternated between full out sucking and a gentle pressure. Kevin looked down at me and I looked up at him before he told me to relax and open my throat. I did as he said and he shifted his hips so his cock began to slide down my throat. I had an initial sense of panic as I began to choke, but as I relaxed my throat, I felt it slide down until he had his entire cock in my mouth. I. As he pushed forward, I could feel myself opening to him and when I gulped inadvertently and that sent him over the edge. He began pumping in and out of my mouth as I tried to keep up, but, being my first time and all, I was overcome and had to back away from him. He apologized immediately and said he'd make up for it. He slowly crawled toward me as I lay on my back and spread my legs for him. I gasped as I felt his head pushing against my tight hole. He felt so hot, so heavy, and I had a brief flash of terror that I wouldn't be able to take him in. Kevin saw the look in my eyes and told me he'd be gentle and take it slow. It was so slow though! Excruciatingly so. The pressure was so incredible that I gasped out loud again and clawed at his back, trying to get him in me faster, but he only laughed and kept up that slow and steady advancement until I gave up rushing and left myself at his mercy. It was wonderful! I didn't cum right away, but Kevin held himself in me for a moment before pulling out. He pulled his cock out of me just as slow as he had pushed it in and I pleaded with him to stop the torture. He increased his pace, pushing into my pussy and then pulling out, making sure I felt every inch. He kept pumping, faster and faster as I arched my hips to meet his every thrust. He came first, clutching me to him and shuddering as he filled me up with his cum. The feeling of him shuddering around me and the hot cum dripping out of my pussy pushed me over and I came, my pussy milking every last drop of cum from his cock. We never got to dinner that night, but neither of us minded. The Shower We are at your house and have the place to ourselves. It's hot and we've been out most of the day. As we enter the house you tell me to watch some TV while you take a shower. I ask you to sit for a minute and you do. I take your hands in mine look into your eyes and begin to go into this long explanation of the crisis in our environment and how water is a resource that we need to conserve. I am able to get most of this out with a straight face. With only the slightest grin you ask, "Should we conserve water by showering together?" I agree that it seems like a good idea for the environment. And with that we walk hand in hand to the bathroom together. Smiling again! As we enter the bathroom I begin to unbutton my shirt, but you stop me, and say 'allow me!' You unbutton my shirt, and slid it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. You then grab the bottom of my t-shirt and I have to bend over to help you get it over my head. You place your hands on my chest and begin to rub. I then say 'my turn!' I pull your shirt over your head. Placing it on top of mine on the floor. I turn you around and unhook your brassiere. I slid the straps down over your shoulders and let it join the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I pull your back to my chest, reach around you and begin to massage both of your breasts at the same time. I then reach down and unsnap your shorts. I unzip them and pull them down over your hips. You kick them off and into our pile. You then turn around – kiss my chest and undo my belt. You unbutton my shorts and unzip me - being careful of my growing erection. You then slid my boxers down exposing my erection to the air. Before you can do anything else, I reach down and grab the top of your silky smooth panties and pull them down. As I straighten up I say 'We'd better get in the shower while we still can'. You agree and you turn on the water, waiting for a minute while you adjust the temperature. I move up behind you and rub your fanny making it hard for you to adjust the temperature. Finally the temperature is just right and you hop in and turn to me and ask, "aren't you cuming?" I quickly follow!! I put your head under the stream of water and find some shampoo. While I'm getting the shampoo and just beginning to lather up your head, your are stroking my penis. I realize that I will have a hard time concentrating on shampooing so I turn you around pulling your back into my chest. I now begin to shampoo and massage your head. I know I always find it somewhat luxurious to have someone else shampoo my hair and finger my scalp. So I try to treat you to that luxuriousness and work over your head massaging around your temples, all over the top and then around the back of your head concentrating on working my fingers over your scalp. You are moaning in delight and rubbing your fanny against my cock – keeping it at attention. After I finish with your head you get back under the water and we work all the soap out of your hair. You then turn me around and have me sit on the shelf in your shower. You bring the hand held part of the showerhead over and wet down my hair. You then return the favor by giving me a shampoo and head massage. It's wonderful and at times you pull my head to your chest and I'm able to lick your breast while your massaging my head. Eventually you finish and rinse the lather out of my hair. I start to get up and you push me back down to the seat. You grab the soap and lather up my chest, rubbing my nipples. After rinsing you put your lips on my wet nipples and kiss and lick and start to bite. Using your teeth to pull on them. "Oww, that feels good." As you are working on my nipples with your teeth, your hand picks up the soap and you begin to wash my penis. O MY GOD!!!! After working up some suds, you wash the length of my straining penis. You seem to pay particular attention to its head washing all around from front to back. You take one of your hands down and gently soap, and massage my balls. After I'm good and clean you take the showerhead and rinse me off. I again start to rise and you again push me back to the seat. You grab a towel from outside the tub and throw it on the floor in front of me. You rest your knees on it and SMILE at me. You take my cock in one hand and my balls in the other. While gently massaging my balls and the sac containing them, you stroke my penis with your other hand and then lower your head to its tip. You use your tongue and lick it - soaking up the precum gathered at the top. You look up and again smile. I moan! You again lower your head and this time envelop my head. You use your tongue and swirl all over the tip. You move you mouth and lick the length of my penis like it was a lollypop. I am moaning with delight all the while the shower is beating down on us. Marie, you use your mouth moving up and down over my penis. Your tongue is adding texture to the movement adding a lick every once and a while. I am moaning in ecstasy. You continue to move your mouth faster and faster. I grab your face and tell you that 'I'm almost there." When you hear that you lift your eyes to mine, and I can see that they are smiling. They you look back at my crotch. You lick the head all around with your tongue, and then again engulf my penis. Moving up and down faster and faster until . . . I explode with a loud, satisfied groan. You continue to suck my penis and use your hand to milk all of the cum out of my body. As my penis begins to go limp, you lift your mouth off my penis with a plop. You look at me, smile, and lick your lips. I pull you up into my arms. We hug and KISS and after a while - I catch my breath! There is something very sensual about being locked in an embrace while we are both soaking wet. You skin feels so soft and smooth next to mine. I am hugging you and don't want to let go. Then I remember that we are supposed to be showering and you still need to be washed. I grab the soap and lather your back. In doing so I keep your body touching mine. Eventually I work my hands down to your bum. I lather and squeeze your cheeks. I then run my soapy fingers up and down your crack. You seem to shiver and pull into me even closer – if that's possible. I grab the showerhead and rinse you off. Then reluctantly I push you away (already missing the feel of your chest on mine) and have you sit on the shower seat. I kneel in front of you and wet you down and then begin to wash you. I wash your neck, your shoulders, your arms, and hands. Rubbing and touching you with my soapy hands. I move back up your arms to your pits and you kind of giggle. I guess it kind of tickles. I then move to your breasts. I wash all around the left breast and then concentrate on your left nipple. Soaping it up and watching it tighten and get hard as I pull it out to wash it. Your groans tell me that you are enjoying it. Then I repeat the process on your right breast. You bend down and kiss my forehead. I then wash your belly, giving special consideration to your cute appendix scar and then your bellybutton. I then move down to your thighs going very close to your crotch but bypassing it . . . . for now. I continue down your legs, find a spot behind your knee to pause and give attention to. Then down your calves finally arriving at your toes. I soap them up and wash each one individually. I then take the showerhead and rinse all the soap off your body. After giving your squeaky clean toes a KISS, I take the soap and move back up to the top of your thighs. I rub the soap through your public hair and gently move down to your glistening pussy lips. Using my soapy hands I rub all over your lips the smoothness of your lips becoming even more slippery from the soap. You are groaning and your hands are now running through my hair. I reach and find the showerhead and again rinse you off. I then remember something you once said in an email. I adjust the temperature of the spray, turning it up; making it as hot as I think you can stand it. I then turn the dial on the showerhead and turn it to a pulsing stream. I aim it first at your breasts. The water is throbbing on your nipples. I move it from one nipple to the other and back again. You are moaning and just repeating "Yes . . . yes . . yes!" I then start to direct the showerhead lower and you start squirming in the seat. Your legs are already spread wide and I take one hand and open your pussy. With the other hand I direct the throbbing stream right on your pussy. You almost jump out of your seat. I move the jets of water up and down the length of your pussy and now you seem to almost be pulling my hair out. (Be careful I've lost enough already) I move the showerhead closer intensifying the jets, still moving up and down slowly. Eventually I put the showerhead down and jam my face to your southern lips. I start to lick for all I'm worth, moving my tongue as far into you as I can reach. I replace my tongue with my 2 fingers and continue to move in and out. I slid my lips against yours, and lick, and suck on your swollen clitoris. My other hand is playing with your pubic hair. Moves up past your scar to rest momentarily on your breast. I then start to slowly massage your breast while my tongue and fingers work on pussy. I rotate my fingers in your vagina as they continue to glide in and out, in and out, in and out, increasing the pace. My tongue, lips, and finally, gently, my teeth stimulate your clit. Your moaning has gotten much more intense, and you seem to be pulling my head even closer into you if that is possible. As I pull on your nipple, pulling it out, out, and out from your chest. Your body begins to convulse, and you kind of snap your legs together. Or as close as your can get them with me in your middle. You bend down and kiss my forehead. And then collapse into the corner of the shower seat. I sit at your feet, my head resting on your lap, with the spray still streaming down on us. Eventually, we recover and stand and just hold each other in a long hug. We finally rinse off and step from the shower – clean but spent. As we are drying, I notice that almost an hour has past and say that "I guess we better start recycling cans if we really want to save the environment – I don't think we saved all that much water. You reach up put your arms around my neck, smile and kiss me. * I hope you enjoy the story. Please vote and I would love to see a comment. Thanks! The Shower Walking into the bathroom to wash my hands, I felt your body edge up against me. My eyes came up to meet yours in the mirror. Your hands gently ran from my waist to my belly; I could barely breath. Your hands came up, under my bra, reveling my breasts in the mirror. The experience of not only feeling you, but seeing our reflections in the mirror was amazing. You squeeze my nipples and caressed me like no one else could ever do. My head leaned back into your chest in pleasure and my eyes closed. Turning around, my eyes slowly opened. Your lips, covering mine like no one else could ever do. You picked me up with arms so strong, and set me on the cupboard between the sinks. So cold was the mirror on my back that it made me gasp. You pulled my shirt over my head; my bra quickly followed. No other man has ever touched me in such a way . You made me feel as though you were trying to take in every inch of me. Your hands travel over my body and your mouth ravaged me with a hunger I had never felt before. You leave me for a moment and returned with a white T-shirt. Confused at first, you grinned and pulled it over my head. It had to be at least a size to small. You took my hand and led me into the shower. Standing behind me, you let the water drench my t-shirt. Then turning around I saw the pleasure on your face as you take in the sight of my wet body. Your tongue playfully teased my nipples through the shirt. You made it clear that this time, you were in control. You were going to drive me crazy. Your hands, so big and so strong, made their way between my legs. Even in the water, my pussy was so hot and so wet. Your lips came up again to meet mine. God I want you, you make me feel like you are a part of me. You pulled away and looked into my eyes; your hands never leaving my pussy. You got down on your knees, right there in the shower. You pulled my left leg up to rest on the side of the tub; making sure that my back was resting comfortably against the shower wall. I lost my breath as I watched your mouth come closer and closer to my pussy. I felt your hot breath on me; my nipples hardened at your touch. I watched as your mouth took my cunt. Your tongue circling and taking me like no other. My knees got weaker and weaker and I felt as if I was going to fall into you. So close to cumming, my moans got louder and louder. Knowing my body, knowing just how to please me, you stare deep into my eyes as your long, thick fingers made there way inside of me. I need you, I want you inside of me. I slid down the shower wall. Your eyes never once leaving mine, your fingers still inside of me. My mouth covered yours. We stood up and you turned me around. Before I knew it, your rock hard cock was buried deep inside of me. Slow and easy at first, then harder and harder. I held onto the shower wall to keep my balance. Your hands reached around to squeeze my nipples. God, I was close to cumming. The sound of our bodies hitting into each other was multiplied by the echo of the shower. My moans filled the room . With your mouth at my ear, you whisper," I WILL make you cum, you know I always do!!!" Your voice turned me on all the more. My body begins to tingle and the rhythms of my orgasm flowed through my body. You know exactly what you are doing to me. You can feel me tightening up on your body. Giving me just enough time to catch my breath, you did it again. Just then you pull your cock out of me and say,"Come on baby, catch my cum!" I dropped to my knees; you have one hand on the head of your cock and the other one on my head. My mouth surrounds your cock. I swear I could feel your cum shoot up through the shaft of your cock. You filled my mouth with your white hot cum. I gasped at the amount. As I leaned back another squirt hit my face and dripped down on my tits. I could not help but to rub it in. God we were so good together. In bed that night you held me in your arms. You pushed my hair out of my eyes and told me that you love me. I fell asleep with my head on your chest. The rhythm of your heart rocked me to sleep. I want to be in your arms forever. The Shower I was taking a leisurely shower at my favorite health club after getting the usual beating at badminton. I didn't mind, as the game was always fun no matter how badly I did, though most of that was due to my workout partner. My usual loss tended to be due to paying a bit more attention to how snugly his shorts rode his slim hips, rather than giving the birdie my full attention. After losing three sets, spending an hour in the pool, and then another in the weight room, I finally crawled for the communal shower area. There were three in my area of the complex; men's, women's, and the unisex. Showering so freely was occasionally embarrassing, though titillating, and I was often singled out for attention and propositions. Particularly as I showered in a rather worn t-shirt. Why was I in the unisex shower if I was that shy? Because my ex and his new love also frequented the gym, and I went out of my way to avoid them. I refused to change clubs, as they had followed me here, so took the simple step to avoid being seen by either in such a vulnerable fashion. I was soaping my thighs when I heard the door, and flushed a little, knowing someone was getting a good look at my ass, as my shirt tended to ride up a bit at times. I did not turn my head, trying to ignore the other person, though it was always in the back of my mind, that anyone in this shower was likely interested in looking. I was watched often, by males and females, hence the shirt to preserve my modesty. I stood back up in the hot spray, moving my hands up over my belly in lazy circles, feeling my neck muscles grow tight with the want to turn and look. Most people said hi, or something, making some noise to announce themselves. But there was just wet footsteps on the tile, seeming to move in my direction. I was soaping my back, craning my reach to get that spot between my shoulder blades, when a male voice chuckled. "Need a hand?" I grinned, dropping my arm and turning, finding Terry standing just out of the water's reach, delightfully sweaty and wearing nothing but those tight little shorts. If it had been anyone else, I would have said no, assuming they were up to something, though I should probably say no anyway. Instead, I handed over the soapy rag, giving him my back. It probably wasn't the wisest thing to do, but I was rather surprised to see him in here, and the offer sounded too good. I usually spent my shower time trying to calm down after my workouts, physical as well as hormonal, and the idea of his hand even innocently close to my skin was very nice. I really should not have done it. Terry put up his towel, and likely his shorts, before stepping a bit into the water, applying the rag to my shoulders in nice warm circles. I leaned a bit against his hands, one firmly holding me in position, and it reminded me hard of a scenario my Master had painted once. Any means of control reminded me of Master, and my status as his property. It was why I should not spend so much time ogling Terry's slim bod, his short shorts. I had a long distance M/s relationship, mostly carried out online, and it pleased me greatly. It was bliss to have Master own and direct so much of my time, but I also missed the physical aspects. Which was honestly half of why I enjoyed my workouts with Terry. I admired his body, the bunch and pull of muscle, the gleam and scent of sweat on his skin, the sure way his hands moved the racket as though it was a part of his arm. He was a sensual treat, my sole vice, and though I had confessed to Master my preoccupation with Terry's fine ass, I always felt naughty watching him. I was allowed to look, but it was still like being bad, something I needed to be punished for. That idea alone often made me wet, rushing home to confess any impure thoughts in e-mail and awaiting the spanking I was sometimes given. Terry's hands moved down my back, sliding over my hips, soaping and rubbing, sending shivers up my spine. The shirt was thin, a comfort measure to keep me from feeling exposed, though it clung enough to not really hide anything. I was about to protest the dance with impropriety, when he moved to hug my back, proving he was indeed naked and very hard. I gasped, my hips drawn against his erection, the hot flesh fitting the grove of my backside and moving, pushing against me, sliding in the soap. I moaned, closing my eyes to better enjoy the feeling, the closeness, before stepping a bit away. I shook my head, having to swallow before finding my voice. "I appreciate the offer, Terry, but it's not a good idea." He dangled the wash rag in front of me, moving his free hand down my right arm as I reached for it, sliding soap and heat that spread wetness between my thighs. It had been so long since I had been touched, even that slippery caress was a joy. I was having a little trouble breathing, taking the rag, trying to get my brain back up from my crotch to finish my shower and run home to ask permission to come. I hadn't soaped my breasts, always left for last as it felt so nice, and set about it, using both hands in shameless fashion, my pussy twitching with the flood I could feel building, arching my back a bit in a manner that had to look inviting. Terry moved up behind me again, his hands sliding down my arms, squeezing my hands and breasts. I moaned, drawn back against his smooth chest, biting my lip, my breath coming in pants. His left hand moved slowly down my body, trailing over my belly to cup the warmth between my legs. I couldn't get enough air. That hand teased with its presence, so still, so hot, as promising of pleasure as the dick at my back, grinding against my ass, a slow hot slap that sounded so much like a spanking against my wet body. I shook my head again, fighting to come up from the hazy place my body was so eager to go, opening my mouth to protest. His hand moved, sliding under the shirt, gliding thick fingers between my lower lips, churning the slickness that had nothing to do with soap. I whimpered, shaking, bucking involuntarily against his hand, writhing as he slid a finger inside me. He held me against him, humping my ass, exploring my pussy, making a growling noise in my ear. I tried to think, looking for a way to explain, that I could not do this. I belonged to another, I did not have permission to stray, let alone come. I had to stop this. I whimpered again, words failing me, as he moved down my body, kneeling behind my hips, one hand pushing my lightly against the wall. I put up my hands to catch my balance, dropping the rag, bracing myself against the wall, my ass thrust back by the position. I moaned, half seeing myself splayed before my Master, awaiting a paddling I so richly deserved. My pussy trembled, lust swelling my flesh, the imagined punishment firing the havoc Terry's fingers were wrecking between my legs. He stood just long enough to adjust the shower angle, the water beating hard down my back, massaging my ass, rinsing me clean as Terry pushed the tail of my shirt up, baring my quivering cheeks. He was on his knees again, and I groaned as he buried his face in my nether region, his nose tickling the crack of my ass as his mouth joined his hand, his tongue lashing my dripping flesh. I bucked back against his face, grinding my pussy into him, as though I would eat his face with my sopping sex mouth. His fingers move higher, playing my slit while the other hand moved over my clit, rubbing and flicking my hot button, drawing moans and gasps from my parched throat. The combined sensations threatened to spill over me in a release of carnal delights, and that helped clear my head. I did not have permission for this. I could not come without Master's permission. This rule had been driven into my head over the long months of our Internet affair, and no orgasm was worth his wrath at my betrayal in this way. I pulled away as much as I could, bucking against his triple hold, and shook my head rapidly. "I can't. I can't do this." Terry brought his face out of my crotch, his hands stilling but not leaving my tormented body. "I've seen you watching me, Rita, like I was a steak you wanted. I know you're enjoying this. You taste amazing." I blushed, shaking my head, feeling dizzy. It was just too much, the attention, the attraction I had felt, the truth of his words. But I was held by a stronger truth. I was owned in all ways by my Master, my heart, mind, and body his property, and I did not have permission. A spanking would be in order for this indiscretion already, and that thought alone made me want to ride Terry's obliging lips, but I knew better. I might do something unthinkable and lose Master, not just his truth, but his authority in my life. No bout of sex, no matter how nice, was worth losing the most precious relationship I had ever had. Terry had risen while I got my head back on, his dick hard and so hot as it dipped between my legs, sliding in the grove of my slick thighs to tease my lips in torturous fashion. Oh how easy, to raise up on my toes and move just a little, just enough to let him slip inside, to fill my hungering pussy with throbbing cock. I moaned, biting my lip, feeling the head of him as he leaned back, that glorious pressure between my lips, eager and ready to fuck me breathless. I wanted it, oh damn how I wanted it. My body had been craving this for months, that missed fullness, that heady dance as male flesh tore into my delicate flower and pounded my needs as an animal. I almost did it, almost moved to accommodate him. I stepped away, turning, my back to the wall, shaking my head. "I'm sorry, Terry. I do want you, love watching you, having you cream me on the court for my inattention, but I can't do this now." Probably ever. I was saved from his reply as a crowd of jostling men entered the shower, joking and whistling at me as I smoothed my shirt down over my hips. I fled under a rain of catcalls, comments, and invitations. I dressed in record time, not bothering to dry off, or worried about the soap I had left in the shower. Terry would likely put it up for me, though I was not looking forward to seeing him next. I blushed the whole drive home, shifting in my seat around the ache of my clit. I ran like a mad woman to my computer, signing on and typing the account up like a demon. I left nothing out, not one caress or pant, and sent it to my Master. I stripped, fetched my collar from my gym bag to fasten around my neck, and got down on my knees, staring up at the screen and waiting. My heart hammered, my pussy throbbed, desire a deep ache that made my clit sore from the need to release. I waited, clad only in my leather collar, and thought of my Master. I knew I was in for a serious spanking, as soon as Master read and replied. I kept flicking little glances from the computer to the smooth wooden paddle Master had sent for my punishments. I smiled. This would certainly be a cheek warming I would never forget. The Shower Eric sipped his drink, watching her. Amber smiled coyly at him over the rim of her glass, laughing at something one of them had said. He had been enjoying their conversation, but his thoughts kept straying to how much she'd had to drink. Eric watched with interest as she dipped her fingers into the glass of her third cocktail, trapping a cube of ice against the edge of the glass. She wasn't necessarily the most beautiful woman in the world - but there was a light in her eyes that it was impossible to ignore. An impish undertone of mischief starred out of them just now - as she sucked the cube of ice into her mouth with a satisfying "pop." The effects of alcohol had Amber feeling giddy as she reached into her glass for another cube of ice. She liked the way Eric was watching her. Though she might not know exactly what he had in mind - she had ideas. He had a crooked smile that offset his rough exterior. Her cheeks flushed slightly pink as she thought of other things she could do to make him smile. When he asked if she wanted another drink, she decided to throw caution to the wind, and nodded. While waiting at the bar for Amber's fourth drink, Eric thought of how he would get her home. It wouldn't be difficult - their conversation had led him to believe she was expecting it and quite open to the idea. The problem wasn't really getting her home; it was how much of his imagination she could stand once she was there. He wasn't hoping for another night of the cookie-cutter sex that he could get anywhere. His secret wish was that Amber's non-traditional views applied to her sexuality as well. As he returned to the table with her drink - he thought he saw her slipping her left hand from beneath her skirt. She held up her hand as he started to sit down - and stood - chugging the drink he had brought for her. As she lowered the glass, she ran the back of her hand over her wet lips, and asked if he was ready for a change of scenery. Eric smiled to himself - easier even than he had hoped for. Amber was floating on an alcohol induced feeling of detachment. Her senses felt heightened - especially those in her nether regions. In case Eric had any doubts as to what she had in mind, she rubbed her hand on his thigh as he drove. When he parked - she made sure to let her hand brush purposefully across his crotch. His hand at her elbow to steady her, Eric led Amber into his apartment. He started to apologize for the mess as he opened the door, but Amber turned around and told him she wasn't there to see his apartment. The only way he could think to describe the look on her face was ... hunger. She looked hungry. He leaned down towards her, and was met with her lips, her teeth, and her warm tongue. She certainly didn't waste time. Something about the taste of Eric's breath spurned Amber forward. She kissed him like a hungry animal, not worrying about what he thought. She let her teeth dig lightly into his firm lips, and slid her tongue over his, inviting him into her warm mouth. The soft, involuntary clenching feeling below her belly button taking over her senses - she slid a hand down his firm, toned leg ... dragging it back up as she approached his knee. Her fingers followed the muscular curve of his obliques, narrowly missing those areas she most wanted to touch. Eric's hand, which had been resting on her shoulder as they kissed, followed a similar path downward. Between the arched crests he so wanted to touch, and over her firm but smooth belly, pausing to tease her belly button. He cupped the soft area below her navel, his left hand snaking around her lower back to pull her toward him, and she let out a soft whimper. Amber pushed back against his advances, but her eyes did not convey annoyance. She cautioned him to be careful. He felt his own smirk as he asked her what he should be careful of. "I think I need to pee" her soft, expressive eyes were gazing up into his, pleading with need. Eric smiled, and ran his hand with more force over the soft bulge beneath her navel. Amber shivered slightly as his tongue brushed against the outer curve of her ear ... and she gasped as he paused to lightly nip her ear lobe. As he applied more pressure to her abdomen, she insisted once more that she couldn't take anymore; she was going to have to excuse herself to the restroom. He brought his lips close to her ear, and in a low growling undertone, responded "I'd like to join you." Amber had always wondered what it would be like, to feel someone's warm piss as it was released from their body. She had never told anyone, but she enjoyed feeling herself piss. One of her favorite things was to stand in the shower with the water turned off, peeing on her hands, and letting it run in warm rivulets down her legs to puddle at her feet. She knew Eric was more open minded than many of the men she had been with - was it possible that she was finally going to get to experience something she had thought about for so long? Eric watched Amber's expression change from surprised to impishly pleased. She had decided to play this out to the fullest. If it was too much for him at some point, so be it. If he wanted to see her piss, she wanted him to REALLY see her piss. As they entered his small bathroom, she angled for the shower rather than the toilet. "If we're going to do this, let's really do it" she smiled at Eric and pulled her shirt over her head. Eric decided that even if she was a little tipsy, he was glad she'd had so much to drink - and had eaten so much ice. She pulled at his shirt, helping him get undressed. The tangle of clothing impeding their progress, Amber felt that she was about to loose it right there on his bathroom floor. They finally stepped naked into his shower together. "Hurry!" Amber giggled as he closed the plastic shower curtain. Eric was quickly in front of her on his knees. She wasn't really into domination, but something about seeing him in that position was nice tonight. With one leg supported on the side of the shower, she placed her left hand on the back of his head, and used the fingers of her right hand to spread the velvety lips of her pussy. Amber gasped as the first spray of urine leapt from between her fingers and flowed into Eric's upturned palm. Eric moved his hand, replacing it with his mouth. The taste of her excited him. The feel of her hot urine running down his chin and onto his chest caused his cock to pulse with excitement. He moved his head down, letting it splash into his hair - completely covering himself in her warm scent. He leaned forward to lick at her dripping pussy as her stream faltered, then faded to a trickle as her bladder emptied. He groaned at the taste of her, and looked up. The breathless and excited look on her face was priceless. A fire flashed in her eyes as she tightened the hand on his head, and tugged him upward by the hair. Moaning as she tasted herself on his lips, his tongue, and his face - Amber hungrily kissed Eric. One hand was still clutching his hair, the other was wrapped under his arm and snaked up his back, scraping her nails along the ridges of muscle lurking under his skin. She rubbed her breasts against his wet chest, imagining the glistening beads of her piss clinging to his chest hair, now trapped between their bodies. She moved the hand from his head down over the dampness covering his neck, his shoulder, his side ... lower ... on the insides of his thighs ... slowly lowering herself ... her body pressed against his. She grasped his ass, her arm lightly brushing against his testicles ... and slowly dragged her hand forward ... pressing against him ... pausing to cup his balls in her hand ... her breasts now cradling his cock. Amber moved even lower, her nipples rubbing against his thighs, until she could get her mouth on him. She closed her eyes and groaned in delight as she sucked his cock into her mouth, her tongue dancing wetly along the sensitive underside. Eric involuntarily grasped the back of Amber's head, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. He looked down, watching her lips move up and down the rigid column of flesh. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, and slid slowly back, her mouth staying half open as his cock left it ... a thin string of pre-cum stretched between her lower lip and the tip. Her expression was very serious, and she cupped her breasts in both hands, lifting them up "Is it my turn now?" Amber waited patiently, watching him, waiting for the warm stream of piss to be released from his cock. Her breathing was deep and ragged with anticipation. A moan parted her lips when the first warm spray splashed onto her breasts. She leaned her head back, reveling in the feeling of it running down her chest, stomach, and thighs. Placing her hands in the growing pool at the bottom of the tub, she moved her face lower, letting it rush into her mouth and run over her chin and down her neck. She mewled disappointedly as the stream dwindled, and licked the last clinging drop from his head when it stopped. Eric grabbed her hair and pulled her up, eliciting a smile and a throaty laugh from Amber. He ground into her with his lips, his teeth, and his body. She moaned lustfully, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Their teeth bumped in their zeal, which seemed to excited Amber even more. Eric grabbed Amber by the hair again ... "Let's go to the bed." She smiled and groaned appreciatively, letting him lead her from the shower. The Shower Having had a very busy day, the idea of a hot shower was a welcome one. Having dumped my bag on the floor by the door I pulled my boots off and trudged wearily upstairs to the bathroom and turned the shower taps on to warm the water. With practiced ease I removed all my clothes in the bedroom, and walked naked back to the bathroom, which was full of steam. I slid the door open and stepped into a large American styled cubicle and let the hot stream of water cascade over my weary body. With eyes closed and head tilted back, I began to soap, starting at my shoulders I worked quickly downwards over my breasts paying particular attention to the nipples that hardened slightly under my fingers as they gently massaged the protruding buds between thumb and forefinger. Taking the soap bar I rubbed it over my twin mounds making them shine with a soapy gloss, then I played with the buds squeezing them hard, rotating the hardened flesh, enjoying the wonderful jolts it sent through my body. I quickly soaped my arms then down over my stomach, coming finally to the bush of dark hair, opening my legs slightly I pushed my lips apart with the soap, then used it to rub my clit and lip walls enjoying the pleasurable sensation the hard but slippery bar caused, the bud swelled slightly, I moaned gently, encouraged by the feelings. I continued to rub back and forth hard against the sensitive node sending pulses of pleasure shooting through to my pussy. Dipping further down I came to my sweet opening. I circled the ring, teasing myself with that fragrant bar before inserting it slowly into the hole. Oh my god the feeling as the soap was taken in and out, expanding my pussy, coating the area with slippery soap to mix with the juices. Liking the slippery feel of the warmed soap inside my fanny I continued to thrust it in and out gently fucking myself. My breath became quicker as I felt the bar slide into my love box, letting the pleasure slowly build till like shooting stars the sensuous feelings overcame me, and with a massive jolt I came standing there with water cascading over my body. With eyes still shut and shaking with the after shocks I stood up to let the water wash away all the lather. I felt arms encircle my body and opened my eyes in shock to find you standing naked within the waters stream. I wondered briefly just how long you had been there watching me. One look into your wicked smiling face told me all I needed to know. I ran my eyes over your chest covered in a mat of dark hair, down to the taut muscular stomach and further taking note of a very erect penis, and finally strong but lean legs. Taking the bar of soap from my hand you start to massage, letting yours hands slide over the contours of my shoulders, down to my breasts that stood firm and glistening. your hands wandered over the rounded curves traveling over my rib cage and back up to the nipples hard and erect, noting with amused pleasure how they popped through your fingers as you ran them over the sensitive buds, sending tendrils of shooting heat through my whole being, making me arch my body forward every time your fingers came into contact with the very center. Not being able to grip the slippery nipples your attention was diverted by the area lower down, and your hand glided in the direction as you felt for the mound of hair and the lips below, pushing in to find a slippery swollen nodule of my clit, rubbing it gently with your fingers before going on down to the warmth of my pussy, probing with urgency you pushed deep inside, thrusting up to find my g-spot, feeling the wetness as you probed and wiggled inside. I gasped at the force as you thrust up even harder, ramming your fingers into my pussy in an almost brutal way, while never taking your eyes off my face, smiling with that all knowing look you have. Abruptly you withdrew your hand and turned me about so that you could soap my back, working the lather in well before going down to my buttocks, encircling them you rubbed hard with strong open palms. You ran your hand down the cleft between the cheeks, halting at my dark opening, circling the tight ring, before gently inserting you finger slippery and wet. You slid in with ease; I gasped at the penetration and moved forward slightly, but ignoring this you pressed in further, probing deeply, oh sweet Jesus the combination of pain and pleasure, you bent me further over to spread my cheeks affording you better access, you pulled your fingers in and out fucking my arse with a gentle motion, before withdrawing and sliding between my legs to find my soaking wet pussy, and without hesitation plunging in hard with your fingers, noting as you did the warm and creamed up walls. My muscles gripped hard at your fingers, making you groan with pleasure, encouraged you thrust in even harder causing me to grab for the tiled wall of the shower, as you nearly unbalanced me. Coming out quickly you turned me again, and ignoring my moans of frustration took down the shower head, started to remove the soap from my body, playing the hot jet close over my breasts, the force of the water making my nipples tingle, and swell. Working down over my stomach to my mound, you pushed at my legs, 'wider' you ordered, and I complied, spreading my legs as wide as I could. You bent down so that you could open my lips and aim the jets of water up onto my throbbing clit, directing the water then at my pussy, going in as close as possible to force the water up inside me. I gasped again, groaning loudly as I could feel the hot water deep inside. Satisfied with the reaction you played the water over my back ordering me into a wider stance again. 'Bend over,' you commanded. 'And spread your cheeks.' I grabbed my cheeks in obedience and felt the hot jet being forced up inside my back passage along with a soap covered finger. Pleased with a job well done, you removed the shower head and placed back on the hook. Keeping me bent, you reached back into the cleft and pushed in hard with your fingers, roughly fucking my ass, while reaching down to grab my breast with your free hand. You squeezed, gripping my hardened nipple between your finger and thumb, pinching and rotating the bud, shooting jolts of pleasure coursed though my body making me cry out. Backing up onto your hand forced you deeper inside; I gasped and groaned loudly enjoying the force of your penetration. You removed your hand and felt for my pussy hole and pumped it wildly with your fingers causing me to fall almost to the floor. You then grabbed my hips and thrust in with your hard rampant cock, taking me deeply, hard and fast pumping like a stallion thrusting into a mare, each slam sending me forward, only held in place by your strong hands. Again and again you pounded your large stiff member into my soaking wet hole; my juices flowed freely coating your balls as it ran to meet the water still cascading over our bodies. Your pleasure mounted with each hard thrust. You could feel my pussy muscles grip tight onto your shaft, as it slid in and out of my widened hole. Knowing that you could not hold much longer, you withdrew. "Jesus Christ, don't stop now," I screamed in frustration. All you said was, "Your turn to soap." Starring at you in astonishment, I took my time to gather my wits then taking the bar from your hand, I started to play it over your chest using my other hand to work it in well, circling your sensitive nipples brushing over them lightly, hearing your intake of breathe as I did so. Letting my nails drag slightly making furrows in the soap, down over your taut stomach , bending down to soap thighs and gently pushing your legs further apart so that I could soap well, brushing lightly against your balls, knowing that my teasing would drive you wild as you wished for me to get hold of your ram rod pole. I ignored your groans and continued to soap over your legs down to your toes. "Turn around," I said having straightened up in order to soap your broad back down across your narrow waist to the top of your bum. Using both hands I kneaded and massaged each cheek, pushing both into your cleft down and around to your balls, again tenderly brushing against them before moving on down the back of your legs. I turned you once again and dropped to one knee, and took your cock gently in one hand and lightly coated it with soap working up and down, enclosing the shaft with one hand and using the other to soap your balls, squeezing them as I did so. Looking up I could see your head thrown back as you enjoyed the sensation of my hand and the slipperiness of the soap on your hardened member. Gripping the shaft as hard as I could I began to work aback and forth faster and faster, feeling the skin slip beneath my working hand. I heard you groan as the multiple feelings coursed through you. Stopping abruptly causing you to curse under your breath, I got up and took the shower head down, played it over your body, quickly taking the soap off, making sure with my hand that no soap remained, on your bum or around your balls. I bent quickly to taste your cock with my lips and tongue to make sure that no residue of soap remained. Flicking my tongue over the end, you gasped and gripped the back of my head. I worked down the shaft around the ridge and with nibbles and sucks moved back to the very tip. I knew that by flicking my tongue over the very tip and sucking just the very end it would ignite you even further. You groaned loudly pushed my head with your hands so that I was forced to open my lips so that you could fuck my mouth. Thrusting back and forth you slammed your cock in almost gagging me as you hit the back of my throat pulling back against my hard suck with each stroke. Your excitement growing, when suddenly you withdrew, you pushed me over onto my knees and came to kneel behind me. Pulling my cheeks apart you could see my dark opening, the temptation too much and without hesitation you plunged in with your rock hard member, pushing me so far forward with the force you had to grab my hips to stop me from falling, and holding me close to you, you continued to slam into my tight ass, making me cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure at the feeling of your cock inside whilst water splashed over my back, the sound of your animal grunts and groans as you thrust in deeper and harder with each stroke exciting me even more. I pushed back into you knowing that you were near to climaxing, willing you to shoot your load, my own juices already flowing freely, then I felt the hot sensation inside as you came, the groan of satisfaction from your lips as you continued to pump as each wave shot through your body. Then the final gentle thrusts as the sensation subsided. Leaning against the wall for support to regain your breath, you gently eased yourself out as I collapsed onto the floor. I lay there letting the water cascade over my spent body, as the last of the wonderful feelings ebbed away. You finally leant forward and kissed me with such tenderness on the lips before leaving the shower. You returned with a towel for me to wrap myself in and we left together and walked to the sitting room to lie next to the roaring fire. Laying there relaxed within your arms, I sighed in contentment, and smiled at the knowledge that it wasn't over yet as there was still plenty of time for another sexual romp at a more leisurely pace later........... The Shower I get off work early one day and as I come into the house I notice you aren't around. I hear water running and I realize that you are in the shower. I decide to join you and begin to take off my clothes as I make my way to the bedroom. The bedroom door and the door leading from the bedroom to the bathroom are open. I finish undressing and enter the bathroom and see your naked figure behind the shower curtain. "Hey Baby, why don't you join me?" you ask, startling me. "How did you know I was home?" I ask. You laugh and say, "I was lying on the bed reading when I heard your car pull up. I had been fantasizing all morning about showering with you, so I thought I'd make me fantasies come true. The water's nice and warm, so are you going to join me or not?" you ask as you open the curtain and peek out. You see me standing there naked and you smile. "Well, I guess you are," you say with a look of contentment. I step into the shower and you wrap your arms around me while you giggle. "I guess I wasn't the only one thinking about this, huh?" you ask. I don't say a word. I just wrap my arms around you and pull you close to me. We kiss deeply and passionately. Our moist bodies rub against each other, driving us both wild. You move down and start kissing my neck before moving up to kiss me deeply once more. You pull away from me and give me a smile. You reach over and pick up the soap. You slowly start to soap up my chest, taking time to tease my nipples until they harden. You move down to my abdomen causing my muscles to tense from your delicate touch. Then you drop down on to your knees and slowly start to soap up my thighs, every so often letting the back of your hand brush against my scrotum. You ask me to turn around and you soap up the back of my thighs. You soap up my buttocks then set the soap down for a moment. You gently caress my buttocks for a while sending me into ecstasy. You stand up and soap up my back and shoulders and then reach around to rub my chest. You pull yourself up against me and I feel your breasts pushed up against my back and your mound pressed against my buttocks. You tease and pull on my nipples for a few seconds and I turn my head so we can kiss again. As we kiss your hands work there way down my body. Finally, I feel your soapy hands on my rigid cock. You take my shaft in one hand as you massage my balls with the other. I moan loudly as you start to stroke my aching cock. You gently tug on my cock showing me that you want me to turn around. I turn and you drop again to your knees. You rinse off my cock in the warm water and then, with no hesitation you take me into your mouth. Your mouth slowly slides up and down on my shaft as you tease my nipples with one hand and my anus with the other. I reach out to grab the wall as I feel myself start to get light headed. You know I'm close to cumming so you quicken your pace on my cock. You start to pinch and pull on my nipples as you slip a finger inside my ass. You press down hard on my prostate and I moan loudly. You feel my cock start to throb in your mouth and you pull your head back making my cock bounce up and slap against my stomach. You quickly take me in your hand and after a few more strokes I explode covering the wall with my cum. My legs give out and I drop to my knees in front of you. You wrap your arms around me, holding me close as I catch my breath. You kiss my neck gently and I come back to me senses. I start to kiss your neck and you tilt your head back to let me cover you with kisses. I take the soap and start to lather up your shoulders but since we are under the water spray it washes right off. So, I take the soap in the palm of my hand and I start to rub the smooth surface against your upper chest. You moan loudly as I start to work my way down. I go over your breast again and again, each time just barely missing your erect nipples. You growl in frustration and I finally relent. With my free hand I gently pinch a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Its slick from the water and soap and it slips out from between my fingers. You gasp from the sensation so I do it again and again to each nipple. Your breathing quickens and you grab my wrist pushing them downwards. I know your breasts must be getting sensitive so I start to rub the soap over your abdomen in small circles. With each circle I move further and further down your abdomen. When I get down to your navel, you change positions, laying back against the tub and stretching your legs out. I continue to move downwards until I'm lathering up your little patch of blonde pubic hair. You moan and start to lift your hips up, pushing them toward me. I put the soap down as the water washes away the last of the soap. You moan in frustration because I've stopped and you open your eyes to see what I'm doing. You see me changing position so that my head is down between your thighs. You smile, close your eyes again and spread your legs as wide as the bathtub will let you. I lift your legs up and place them on the sides of the bathtub opening you up to me completely. You gasp as my tongue pushes inside your vagina. I push in as deep as I can and you bite your lip to keep from screaming. I explore your inner walls with my tongue for a few moments tasting your wonderful juices. Then I pull my tongue out and you let out a disappointed sigh. Before you are even finished I push me tongue inside your anus, your sigh becomes a very surprised yelp as your body tenses up and I have to stop myself from laughing. Your body slowly starts to relax again and I start to slide my tongue in and out of your ass. "Oh Baby," you gasp. "I need to cum now...please." I move up and take your clitoris into my mouth. I suck gently on it as I push two fingers inside your vagina and one inside your ass. I push my fingers in and out of you as I gently suck and lick your clit. Your body starts to twist and writhe and I know you can't take much more. I suck hard on your clitoris as I start to ram my fingers in and out of you. You grab my shoulders and I feel your fingernails start to dig in as your body begins to shake. Your moans get louder and louder until suddenly I feel your wetness start to flow over my fingers. I pull my fingers out and start to lick up the juices that are pouring out of you. Every muscle in your body is tensed up as I lick and suck you until your juices stop flowing. Your body finally relaxes as I cover your lower body with little kisses. You open your eyes and smile at me. "My turn again," you say as you push me back against the tub. You take me into your mouth again and tease me with your tongue. After a few minutes I'm rock hard again. You start to climb on top of me but I stop you. "I have something else in mind," I say as I reach over and turn off the water. I stand up and help you up and out of the bathtub. You reach for a towel but I stop you again. You look at me puzzled and then I lead you into the bedroom. I face you toward the bed and push you down to your knees. I bend you over the bed and then I drop to my knees behind you. I push my cock all the way into you with one stroke as I bend over to kiss the back of your neck. Our wet bodies slide against each other as I passionately slam in and out of you. You moan with each thrust which turns me on even more. I'm so full of passion for you that I know I'm not going to be able to last very long so I reach between your legs to rub your clitoris. I match the strokes against your clit with the strokes of my cock sliding in and out of you and your moans turns to cries. I should be concerned that the neighbors might hear but I'm too turned on to care. You bury your head into the sheets as you scream and slam your body back against me. I hold you tightly as your body shakes uncontrollably and I feel your wetness running down my balls and thighs. You lift your head up to breath and you gasp for breath trying to get yourself under control. After a few moments your breathing slows down. "Oh Baby, I love it when you do me like that. You're like an animal. Mmmmm...Baby, I want you to cum in my ass," you tell me. I pull out of you and walk over to the nightstand. I grab a vibrator and some lube. On my way back over to you, you stop me, kneeling in front of me. You take me into your mouth, sucking your juices off of my cock. You know that drives me crazy and I almost cum there in your mouth. I pull away from you and you giggle. "Something wrong Baby?" you ask innocently. I take you by the shoulders and bend you back over the bed. Quickly your smile is gone and it's replaced by a look of lust. I know how much you like to be in control but I also know sometimes you love to be taken even more. I put some lube on my fingers and slide two of them deep into your ass. You moan from the mix of pain and pleasure. Normally I'm much gentler but we are both too turned on to take our time now. I stroke my fingers in and out of your tight ass for a few moments before I slip a third one in. After a few moments of sliding my fingers into you, you start to push yourself back against me. I know you're ready so I pull my fingers out and spread lube all over the vibrator. I place the tip of the vibe against your anus and start to push. It easily slides deep inside of you and you gasp as I bury it all inside you. I turn on the vibe and its pulse send shivers all through your body. You moan in intense pleasure and I hold the vibe like that for a few moments letting you enjoy it. You start to rock your hips back and forth and I know you're ready to continue. I slip my cock back inside your vagina and I start to slide in and out of both your pussy and your ass at the same time. After a few moments you're pushing against me harder then I'm pushing into you and you're begging me to cum in your ass. I slip the vibrator out and press the head of my cock against your anus. I push in and my head slips past your opening and your muscles tighten around my shaft. I slowly push inch after inch inside you. You moan louder and louder as I fill your tight ass. Finally my entire cock is in you and my balls are resting against your wet lips and clitoris. You pull away from me just slightly letting me know its ok to start. I gently pull out until just the head of my cock is in you and then slowly push back in. I hold your hips and push my cock in and out of your tight ass. You moan loudly with each stroke turning me on even more. Your tight muscles grip my cock and pull me deeper into you. I know I'm not going to be able to last much longer. My pace starts to quicken as you urge me on telling me how good it feels and how much you want to feel me cum inside you. It's all I can take when I hear you say those things and my cock starts to throb. I push in with one hard stroke and I explode inside of you spraying hot cum into your tight hole. I push in and out of you with short strokes as I empty myself inside you. I make short strokes inside you until I go soft, then I pull out and lay back down on the floor. You come over and lay down on top of me. We kiss for a little while and then fall asleep in the warm sunlight coming in from the window. The Shower When men look at me, I wonder what they see. Do they see the sweet, shy and innocent girl that I'm told I appear? At 5' 11" I stand out in any crowd with long brown hair that I normally tie up in bun on the back of my head. Hips, waist and chest, that from the front show a nicely curved hour glace. I know I have a bit of stomach, I'm not skinny, and I'm full figured woman. My rack tends to get more attention then I like, having an E cup tends to draw men like flies to honey. I turn the facet in the shower on, fold my dark blue towel and lay it over the rack near by. Taking my hair out of the braid from the night and shifting my fingers through loosening the strands. Remove the black leather and silver stars of my collar from my neck, placing it on the back of the pillar sink. The steam from the shower soon begins to circle me, beckoning me. I look at my reflection in the mirror I wonder, do they even get a glimpse at what is beneath my surface? Is there anything about me that could warn them? When I walk, I know my hips sway to and fro. I wonder if that makes them think. As I crossed the street yesterday in front of a car waiting for me, I saw a college age male looking at me. He had no clue what walked past him. But the look in his eyes made me hot, even now, knowing that he wanted my ass for his pleasure. I looked at my night wear, just a warm long sleeved shirt barely reaching my thighs, over plain cotton underwear. My fingers slide up my thighs to the waist band as the picture of my Master flashes before my eyes. As the blue fabric falls to the ground around my ankles my hands grasp the hem of my shirt and pull it up past my breasts and over my head. A bisexual Taurus that likes to fight back, an over active sex drive and an oral fixation. A need to be held and caressed. Loved and cherished. Bitten and played with. Tied and bound to the bed and made to suffer as her orgasm is denied her until her Master gives her permission. To play with anything in her mouth, a sucker, a guitar pick, a straw, her master's hard cock. I've turned more heads playing with a sucker, than running across the street; and I've been told I could cause a traffic accident doing that! I step into the shower, slightly shocked at the head of the water but soon become accustomed. The water beats on my skin above my chest, sliding down around the sides and the valley of my breasts before running trails of heat down my stomach and hips. I love the feel of water as it slides down me, enveloping me in its wet embrace. Don't get me wrong. I am Taurus after all. When I find a leader worthy to mine eyes I will follow him till the end of time. I will put he's desires and wants before mine own, I will lay my heart and my soul in his hands. He will have full control over me; to do as he will. Wash my hair quickly so I can enjoy the water before I have to get out. Scrubbing my hair and scalp clean, rinsing it out. I pour a fifty cent piece worth of wash in to my body sponge. Holding it to the valley of my chest, my Master's face flashes before my eyes again as my hands move over my breasts. Tickling my nipples in passing, my eyes close as my hands move over my chest. Feeling their weight, imagining it's his hands on me. I have to squeeze my thighs shut for a moment before my head clears and I can keep going. To submit like this, to hold someone before yourself. To know that he has full control, that when he looks at you, you can see it in his eyes. You're his. Plain and simple. You belong to him. I can feel my desire rising as the ball and my fingers slid down both my arms and then return to pass over my chest again and slide down my stomach. The water pounds on my back as I lean forward, bending my knees to wash my feet and ankles. Slowly moving up my calves; my thighs. He is the center of my being; I would trust him with my life. Not just my heart... but my soul The shock of the cool wall on my back rocks through my core, as the sponge falls to my feet. My finger slides over my slit. I reach forward and reposition the head of the shower so it hits me. Leaning back my finger presses through and lightly touches my hard clit. My breath catches and my mouth opens slightly as my whole body tingles. My free hand slides over hair, my face and neck before falling to my chest. I can feel the water sliding down, over my hand and swirling around my clit before falling down my legs. A second finger joins the first, rubbing, circling, teasing me. He will cherish me, love me, guide me and train me. He will punish me when I do wrong and when ever he damn well pleases... My fingers press into me hard and fast. I will adore him, love him, and learn from him. I will take my punishments, learn my lessons and revel that I might give him pleasure... I hook my fingers slightly, just as my Master taught me, as I draw them out, they glide over my aching g-spot. My body shudders, the fingers go back straight and hard, only to hook slowly over my g-spot again. My head rolls back and lies on my left shoulder. My back arches off the wall slightly as my breathing gets heavier. The hand on my breast pulls at my nipples, rubs them softly, messaging my flesh. The steam in the room is so thick I can taste it on my tongue. My desire is so strong I can feel it like a drum beating in the center of my body, spreading out like the trails of water flowing over me. My thoughts are lost as I spread my fingers into a 'v' and glide them fast and furious over that most sensitive part of my inner space. My middle and third fingers glide on either side, sending my mind swirling. I can feel my body tightening. My muscles gripping my fingers as they slide in and out, making me moan as thoughts of my master flow in my head. His eyes, his smile, his wonderful voice. My hips press gently against my own hand as I pinch my nipple and press my thumb on my clit. My body shakes and I orgasm as I call out my Master's name. My own juices coating my hand and running down my leg with the clean waters of the shower. As my fingers slowly withdraw, the other hand rubs down my stomach and I lazily stand up. My body and mind slowly comes back to me. Readjusting the shower head I rewash my privates and legs. The water slowly sooths away the orgasm, almost drawing it out, as it lasts a little longer. Smiling, I climb out of the shower and grab the towel. Running the blue fabric over my skin, shivering. I wrap myself in the towel, grabbing my clothes as I exit to go to my room and get dressed. All I can think as I loosen the fabric allowing it to pool around my feet with a sigh, is... I love the water... The Shower "Give me ten minutes. I want to get something ready for you." he had said. So she had ordered another cup of coffee and lingered with her recollection of the last time she had seen Ed. It had been the first time, in fact, though they had met for coffee a few times before that. In every love there is a first time that ignores the times before it and resets the calendar. That first time had been one of slowness and a thousand kisses – an afternoon of languid lips and soft, slow hands. Of hair entwined in all ten fingers at once and smiles seen through shuttered eyes. It was an afternoon of seeing him against the backlit drapes as he kissed his way from the soles of her feet to the root of her soul, stopping again and again to lick or kiss her thighs on his way teasingly there. It had been an afternoon of arched back and clenched fists, of moans and cries she'd not heard or uttered in who-knows-how long. It had been an afternoon of peace lying in his arms, feeling his pulse inside her. Peace, comfort, and joy. Together they had made a hymn to hidden love. Now, with the key card in her hand, Susan stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ninth floor. Just before the doors closed a room-service waiter rolled his cart into the elevator. He smiled briefly at her and pressed a floor button. She smelled scrambled eggs and thought of waking up in Ed's protective arms. The doors came together and the elevator lurched slightly to begin its climb. A drop of moisture broke free onto Susan's thigh and began to trail downward. As soon as Susan opened the door to room 926 she noticed the soft quality of the light. The scent of candles - pine, lilac, musk - drew her further into the room. On the nightstand, on the armoire, on the side chair and the small desk – candles were everywhere lighting the room. Twenty at least. She saw his laptop on the desk and heard Norah Jones singing, "I had to see you again." But where was Ed? Then she heard the water. Of course. How many times had they fantasized about this in those long late-night calls? How many times had she watched him in her mind while her hands took her to the brink and beyond? Susan knew what he expected. She took off her shoes, removed her skirt and blouse, slipped out of her bra, and then put her blouse back on. When she opened the door to the bathroom, she saw him soaping himself in the shower. Though over 50, Ed was trim and slightly muscular. He smiled easily at her and continued to spread soap on his chest. Susan closed the door and leaned against the edge of the vanity. She watched him. Her hands gripped the edge of the vanity behind her while he slowly stroked his soapy cock and balls for her, his eyes fixed on hers. No more than four feet from him, she could hear the slick sounds of his hands on himself and the catch in his breath every time he let his fingers dwell on the head. Every time she'd masturbated to this image, she'd told herself that she would fight the need to touch herself when watching him shower, would fight that urge for as long as she could bear it. Now though, so close she could reach out and touch him, she tensed her leg muscles and bit her lip. Ed turned his back to her, spread his legs a little, placed one hand high on the wall for balance, and continued his slow, rhythmic stroking. As she watched his elbow move up and down, she could feel that familiar lightened feeling in her thighs spreading upward and into her core. The room smelled of lilac and warm towels. Over her shoulder she could see the vanity mirror was nearly fogged over. Susan shifted on her feet. She took a stronger grip on the edge of the vanity, and pressed back against it, hard. Did she moan, too? Was the sound real or imagined? Was she staying in control, as she had always told herself she'd do? Ed turned toward her, his hands on his chest and belly now. "It's okay, he said. Go ahead. Touch yourself now: your nipple, your thighs. I want to see the pleasure on your face. I need to see the hunger show in your eyes." Susan's right hand slid into her blouse and she quickly spread her fingers around her left breast. She traced circles around the nipple and then began to tease it between her thumb and forefinger. Ed smiled and started stroking his cock again. She pinched the nipple and moaned – aloud for certain this time. He smiled and opened his stroking hand as if to say, see: this is yours. All the while he kept stroking his cock slowly and smiling into her eyes. Susan shifted her weight against the vanity and put her left hand between her thighs. Ed's smile broadened and her fingers dropped lower. She could feel the dampness on her knuckles as she started to stroke her smooth outer lips. Up and down, trying to match Ed's rhythm. Her breathing began to catch and she could hear herself saying his name under her breath. Each time her fingers ventured in between the lips, she heard his name escape. Ed's eyes were on her hands now, and she began to make them dance for him. Her eyes closed and soon she was lost in her memory. Feeling his weight upon her, feeling his chest hair brushing her nipples, feeling the pressure of his lips against her breast. Feeling him enter her.. And she wanted it. Needed it. Needed him. Her fingers were frenzied now, thrusting in and pulling out in a quick and forceful rhythm. She opened her eyes and saw Ed was under the water now, rinsing off. Her throat felt dry and she was breathing quickly. She was almost there, almost there. And he held his cock out to her again, an offering. Yes, she wanted it. Wanted it so much. With her fingers still inside her she stepped forward two steps and reached around his head. His mouth opened for her and they came together in fire and water. He reached around her waist and pulled her into the tub next to him. Her white cotton blouse was darkening in the spray and up against his chest. He held her tightly against him and took her kiss into him as a sponge takes in water. The warm shower beat against her back. The kiss lasted a long time. Then Susan broke the kiss and began kissing his neck, his chest, his belly. He gripped the towel bar as she dropped further, the back of her head now in the shower spray, her face at his thighs. "You know what I want for you now, don't you?" Susan smiled up at him. "Of course. I've needed you for so long. I'm yours, sweetheart." She started licking the underside of his shaft and twirled her tongue around the head, grinning as Ed sighed and leaned back further. More grins, more twirling and soon Susan had him fully in her mouth and was rhythmically sliding her mouth deeply along his shaft and back up again. Her fingers began tracing patterns on his thighs, moving upward each time she slid her mouth down his length. "Oh my. Oh my. Yes, that's the place. Please, yes, that's it. More, please." Ed's desires were as clear as Susan's intentions. Her own desire, which moments ago had been nearly overpowering, settled underneath as a well-laid bass line. She fed on it as she played him. "You'll get more. I promise." And then Susan slid her tongue down his shaft and kissed first one ball and then the other. She ran her finger from the base of his cock downward. Soon it was at his most private place, that entrance to which she had the only key. Ed squeezed just a little to draw in her finger and then caught himself as his knees began to bend. She felt him pull her finger in and then she began to twist the finger left and right, pulling it slightly out and pushing it in a little more. When she took his cock back into her mouth, she moved the finger all the way inside and began to probe. Ed was moaning in synch with her movements as Susan built a syncopation of mouth and finger movements. Soon she felt his cock harden even more as she found that spot she knew would make him see angels. She pulled him through her lips again and again until Ed's moans rang off the tub, the tiled walls, and the mirror. She smelled the lilac of the soap and the woodsy candles and savored his taste. It was good. God, it was good. Susan felt Ed's legs grow tense and the head of his cock began to bulge. Her finger never stopped in its motion inside him and her mouth kept up its glide as she sensed he was losing control. Maybe he didn't want any control right now, she thought, and swirled her tongue around his cock head to see what effect it would have. She pulled on it hard. He began to plead. "Don't stop, Susan, please" he was saying. He was bucking and thrusting himself into her mouth. His breathing became guttural. Susan quickened the pace of her inner massage and pulled his shaft deeper into her mouth. Again Ed tensed his legs. His balls were pulled up close now and still Susan pulled on him repeatedly. Then, as she knew he would, he exploded in a rough, virile cry. The explosion of sound and semen filled Susan's world. She pulled him into her as far as she could and swallowed. Ed kept grunting over and over. Surely the desk clerk could hear him nine floors below. It seemed like a minute or more that Ed shouted his pleasure and Susan held him inside her. She was pleased. She smiled around his cock and slowly pulled her finger free from inside him. How she loved the sounds he made as he came. For months she had been content to recall those sounds in between the precious phone calls. Now he was in her arms, in her mouth, and his hands were in her hair. "Come here. It's my turn to taste," he said. Susan rose as he pulled her up. He brought her face to his and kissed her hard, prying her lips open with his tongue. He sucked her tongue deeply into his mouth and licked it with his own. "We taste good together, don't we?" She smiled. Oh, God yes we do, she thought. "Honey?" "Yes?" "Is it my turn now?" Ed reached around her, helped her step out of the tub and led her into the bedroom. He began to remove her soaked blouse, all the while kissing her tenderly and deeply in turn. He laid her on the bed, kissed her between her breasts, and then at her belly, and then once just at the top of her mound. He looked up at her and smiled. "Soon, sweetheart, soon," she heard him say. Susan smiled. She closed her eyes, felt the first press of his lips at her entrance, then his tongue as it slowly entered her, and gave herself up to him. Soon had arrived. The Shower It has been a long, hot day by the time I push open my front door and trudge up the stairs to my apartment. I forgot to turn the air conditioner on, so the room is beyond warm and stuffy. I drop my purse onto the couch and make my way to my small window unit. I flip a few switches and wait for the usual hum of the condenser to tell me everything is running. It will still be a while before my muggy apartment is tolerable again, so I decide to hop in the shower. I kick my shoes off in the bedroom and peel my now damp top off, tossing it into the hamper. My dress pants are next, and I sigh in relief as I step out of them. I am quick to turn on the window unit in the bedroom, and eagerly await the cool spray of air to hit my stomach. I unclasp my pink lace bra and let is slide off my shoulders onto the floor. The A/C is chugging along now and my back is tingling from the cold unit. My hands slide under the satiny fabric of my panties and push them down over my hips. They fall to the floor and I kick them over to where my now discarded pants lie. Once damp from sweat, my skin is now covered in goose bumps. A shiver courses through my body as I grab a towel out of the linen closet and head to the bathroom. The apartment is still rather hot, and outside of the bedroom, my skin again feels clammy. I run a brush through my hair...still short, though I am trying to grow it out, and auburn. And thick, so thick. The air in the bathroom is like soup as I turn on the shower. I close the curtain and gingerly step in. The cool water hits my warm skin like ice cubes on a griddle. Another shiver trickles down my spine, but I welcome the refreshing blast. I turn up the hot water a bit until I am satisfied with the slightly warm temperature. I move under the steady water stream, wetting my hair as the water flows down my back and chest and over the rest of my body. My hands move from my hair and brush against my wet breasts. I feel instant goose bumps and a smile creeps across my mouth. Lathering my hands with the bar of soap, I let my finger travel back over my nipple, closing my eyes to savor the feeling. It has been too long since my breasts were given any attention. I lean against the wall as the water continues to spray over my body and flick my fingers over my now hard nipples. There is a familiar tingling between my legs, and my heart begins to race ever so slightly. My hands move away from my breasts and amble slowly over my stomach and hips. The warm water creates a shimmery curtain over my waist and legs. My eyes close dreamily as my fingers lace through a dark mound of pubic hair, and slide lightly over my pussy lips. I hear a gasp in my throat as my fingers burrow further. Then a sigh...this feels so good. My hand is moving slow at first, as I tease myself with little flicks of my fingers. Mmmmm....I open my mouth to breathe and moan a little at the same time. I spread my legs wider as my fingers push open my lips and press firmly against my clit. As if shocked, my body reacts with a shudder and my muscles momentarily tighten. The shower continues to soothe me, and I feel my hand gliding slowly and circling the entrance to my pussy. The aching within me is intensifying. My mind drifts into a fantasy where I am seduced and deliciously plundered by you. My hands are no longer my hands; they are yours, and your hands are hungry for my body. They crave the touch of my skin as much as I crave for you to touch me. Two fingers slip inside my wet pussy, making me moan louder. It feels so good. I turn around and press my lathered body against the tile wall, so I can imagine you are taking me from behind. Your strong hands are gripping my hips as your hard cock eases inside me. I moan again as my fingers move in and out, almost taunting the lust that is slowly taking over me. I can feel your mouth on my neck, your lips and tongue awaking every nerve with hungry kisses and fierce sucking. My breasts are pressed against the cool tile; I want to touch them again, but I dare not abandon the salacious needs of my lower half. Three fingers now; pumping faster as my sighs and moans grow louder. I close my eyes again and you are behind me. I want you so very badly. I beg you to take me harder; my pussy is burning to be ravaged by you. I am oblivious to the water flowing over me. My thumb begins to massage my clit while my fingers work feverishly to satisfy my desire. Your name escapes through my lips, and I know I am close to climaxing. I whisper naughty commands into the wall while spreading my legs open a little more. My breathing is becoming heavier; my mouth will not close, and I am gasping with each plunge on my fingers into my pussy. My body is begging now, wanting it harder and faster. In my mind again, you comply. You thrust inside me with such force that I am pushed further against the shower wall. My fingers continue to work in an out of me just as hard. I can feel my orgasm mounting, like a sleek panther readying herself to pounce. It suddenly washed over me without any further warning; the muscles in my vagina contract and constrict almost violently. I cry your name again and slump against the tile. My long legs are quivering from the magnitude of my orgasm. Your face lingers in my mind for only a moment as I stumble back under the shower head and lose myself in its warm wet embrace. The Shower Six days now, and it felt like there was never going to be any relief from the deadly heat that lay over the land like an oppressive, heavy hand. Brian walked to the kitchen in his jockey shorts not quite awake yet, he dreaded the day ahead but had no idea how to change the mess that was his life. It wasn't bad enough that the heat was omnipresent, but his wife of seven years was omnipresent too. Linda was a disapproving, unhappy presence in his life. She felt as stifling as the heat to Brian. Always there, never smiling she felt like a heavy weight hanging on his heart. Brian had been thinking back, trying to find the point where he and Linda had lost each other, a useless exercise, he had no clue what had gone wrong. He loved her as much as when they had married, but she was acting as if she was very unhappy, and as much as he hated to think about it he knew he would have to talk to Linda soon. He could not live like this any longer. Brian made coffee and speculated how much his life could change in a single day. He waited for the coffee to finish dripping, poured himself a cup and turned to come face to face with Linda. He was so surprised to see her there he almost dropped his coffee. She never got out of bed early with him this could not be a good thing for him. He recovered his grasp on the coffee cup and wondered what new abuse she would heap on him now. He stood quietly waiting for her to speak. When she did speak it shocked him into speechlessness, he wondered if he had heard her right. "Brian, what would you say if I told you I am lesbian?" Brian had first met Linda in high school; they had met each other again at an Alumni function three years after graduating from the same high school. They seemed to have the same interests and enjoyed each other's company and they started dating. On their third date, they had mind-blowing sex in his shower and never looked back. Now here they were seven years later standing in the kitchen of a house they had bought together. Brian looking dumbfounded, Linda looking scared. His heart beat so loudly in his ears he was sure she could hear it, he staggered backwards and leaned hard against the counter. "Please, Brian, please say something to me." There was no question she was not serious. Looking at her Brian wondered what he should say to her. This did explain many things that had been happening in their marriage but how could he answer her without hurting her or himself? He set his coffee cup on the counter and still not speaking he opened his arms to his wife, and she fell sobbing into them. He stroked her hair and held her his heart still beating wildly Brian's view of reality was very shaky at that moment. Linda's sobbing became calmer, and she sagged against his body hiding her face against his chest. "Oh, Linda" Brian was unsure if he could speak but he knew he had to there was nothing left to do but talk. He saw divorce and heartache ahead for both of them. That was the last thing Brian wanted but he could not see any other options right now. Finally, Linda stopped crying and Brian thought to himself; ask her, not really wanting to know "How long have you known, Linda?" Still not looking at Brian, Linda spoke into his chest; Brian took her face in his hand and tilted it up so she had to look at him, "Tell me again, Linda, I couldn't hear you". "Two years." she said. "Two years." Brian's voice was quiet, thoughtful, "What did you think I was going to do if you told me?" Linda stepped back from Brian looked at him and said, "I thought you would be angry, or hate me. I could not bear it if you hated me, but the way we are living is making you miserable and I feel you are starting to dislike me. I had to tell you" "I don't hate you, Linda, I love you, and I've always loved you, even when we were kids in high school." Linda was looking slightly less scared now, her face relaxed a little, but she was still looking like she could run away any minute. Brian said, "Let me get a shower and then we'll talk about this, okay?" Linda nodded her head and even managed a small smile, the first Brian had seen on her face in months. She stepped back and Brian picked up his coffee and walked out of the kitchen heading to his bathroom. Oh, my god Brian thought to himself, now what do I do? How do I deal with this? He felt numb, his stomach churned and he wondered how people recover from something as strange as this. Moreover, he wondered if they ever recover. On autopilot, Brian set his coffee on the bathroom counter and stripped off his jockey shorts. He stood naked in front of the mirror not really seeing his reflection, lost in thought. Brian's reflection showed a tall medium build man, despite the beer he loved to drink he had a flat belly, he was a handsome man in a rugged way. His cock lay flaccid and small against his body the head of his cock was large and smooth, it nestled in his pubic hair, his ball sac hung heavily between his slightly spread legs. Brian sighed turned from the mirror and entered the large walk-in shower. He turned on the water jets on both sides of the shower then he turned to face one of the walls put both hands on it and leaned there letting the water hit him hard. He felt much older than he should, his body felt heavy, his mind had temporarily quit thinking; a mass of conflicting emotions swirled inside him. He leaned his forehead on the wall grateful it was Saturday so he did not have to face anybody at work today. How long he stood like that, he had no idea, when he became aware of a presence in the shower with him. His forehead still on the wall, he turned his head, streams of water running down his face, to see Linda standing naked in the shower. Startled at seeing her there he wondered what kind of game she was playing, when he saw another woman enter the shower. The strange redheaded woman was tall, very curvy with full breasts and hips, a flat belly and long shapely legs. He looked at her face and saw she had the most brilliant green eyes he had ever seen. He felt his cock move slightly, aware that she was arousing him; he stood up and said "Linda?" Linda looked at him and said "Brian, I know you're in shock, but I think I have an answer to our dilemma, so we don't have to tear our lives apart." She reached over, turned the water pressure down on the shower jets, and turned on the ceiling rain shower. Brian was curious now. Linda had always been sexually adventurous, always ready to try new toys and positions, she always had been exciting to him. He looked at her body, wondering if she were mistaken about her sexuality. Linda was a beautiful woman, small with perfect features; she had long beautiful chestnut colored hair. Her breasts were full, and round sitting high with light colored aureoles', her waist tapered nicely and her hips flared slightly to a beautiful roundness. God, how he loved fucking her. He felt his cock stretching, getting longer and fuller. Brian could barely speak, he was aware he was getting hard and did not care. The green-eyed woman was watching his cock a slight smile on her face. "Brian, this is my friend Annie, she's not lesbian, she's bi sexual. She also needs a place to live, but we can talk about that later." Linda turned to Annie and said "Well. What do you think?" Annie looked at Linda and said, "Not much of a talker is he?" Then turning to Brian she said, "But you do look yummy, hi Brian, I'm Annie." By now, Brian felt like a roast in a meat market but he did not care he had not had sex with anything but his hand in months. He was hoping the two naked women in his shower meant his dry spell was over. The women moved towards him, at the far end of the shower was a tiled bench and Annie gently pushed him back to the bench so that he had to sit. She was on her knees in front of him looked up at him, the water streaming off her face and body she asked Brian "Are you okay with this?" Brian could only nod his head his cock was now fully erect, thick and long, he ached with the need to have sex. He knew he would have to think about all this later but for now, he would roll with it. Annie wrapped one of her hands as far around his cock as she could and lowered her head to his cock. She opened her mouth and slipped her lips around the head of his cock, she put the tip of her tongue in the slit in the tip of his cock, tasting his precum, flicking her tongue in the slit, and licked the round full head of his thick, hard cock. Brian laid back closed his eyes and moaned quietly. Then Brian remembered Linda and opened his eyes. She was lying on the shower floor face up. Annie had lowered her pussy to Linda's face. She moved her pussy on Linda's mouth, while Linda held the globes of Annie's ass in her hands. Brian could not believe he could get any harder but he did. He involuntarily groaned louder. Annie sucked on Brian's cock, she would pull her mouth almost off his cock swirling her tongue on the head of his cock. Then she would slide her mouth back down his cock, sucking him, tasting him, she could smell his musk even through the water. Brian felt the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth. Annie's beautiful green eyes stayed on his face watching him. Brian's belly contracted, his balls pulled up tight against his body, oh God her mouth was driving him mad. The shower water poured down on the three of them like a gentle rain. Brian looked down at his wife lying on her back under Annie, he could see her hair wet and dark on the floor and her belly and legs stretched out on the floor, he saw Linda's hands spanking Annie's ass. Annie squirmed at the spanking and sat harder on Linda's mouth, then Linda slid a finger in Annie's ass, and Brian felt Annie gasp and open her mouth. He pushed his cock farther into her mouth, her throat opened to take him deeper in her mouth and he started pumping his cock in her mouth, fucking her face, she spread his legs farther apart and put her hands to his balls. Annie pulled Brian's balls gently, stroking his inner thighs as she sucked hard on his cock she took his cock completely into her throat. Brian gasped and bucked at her face, holding her face in his hands, he moaned Annie's green eyes watching him. He fucked her face, his cock deep in her throat. "OMGGGGGGGGG!" Brian cried out"YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Annie's heavy breasts swayed as she pumped her mouth on Brian's' cock, then she pulled her face off his cock suddenly. "Nooooooooooo." Brian moaned. Annie put a finger to his lips, whispering "Ahhhhhhhh, patience" the water streaming down her beautiful face. She sat back on Linda's face and Brian could see his wife's tongue and lips greedily sucking on Annie's clit, Linda's finger now sliding in and out of Annie's pussy. "You like to watch, Brian?" Annie asked provocatively a slight smile at the corners of her mouth Brian was stroking his cock in one hand, "Yes, yes I do like to watch." He was shaking with desire. Annie stood up leaned over put one hand on each side of Brian on the tiled seat and put her mouth on his. She opened her lips and slid her tongue in Brian's mouth, he met her tongue with his, and she sucked on his tongue deeply, just as she had sucked on his cock. Annie bit his lip, pulled it with her teeth, and stood up again. She smiled at Brian who was still stroking his cock, "I like to watch too, Brian." Linda lay quietly on the shower floor the water streaming off her body, her face was flushed her eyes were closed and her breathing was ragged. Annie moved to Linda's feet, knelt down and spread Linda's legs open, Linda's clit was hard and full, very pink, Annie licked her lips, "Yummy" she said and bent over and put her mouth on Linda's clit. Linda cried out her face so beautiful in her passion. Annie opened Linda's pussy lips and slid a finger inside her, Annie sat up and put the finger in her mouth, watching Brian who was watching the women and pumping his cock with his hand. Annie bent back over Linda's pussy, she kneeled down and took Linda's clit into her mouth. Linda arched her back put her hands in Annie's' wet hair and moaned. Brian couldn't sit watching any longer he stood up, his large rigid cock throbbing he moved behind Annie. Her ass tilted up to him; her pussy slick even in the water, her pussy lips spread open inviting him to fuck her. Brian knelt behind her and moved close to her, he pulled her ass slightly to him, and started to slide his cock in her wet ready pussy, when he stopped, leaned over and put his tongue on the tiny mouth of Annie's ass. She shook and shivered; he licked her small tight asshole, kissed it, slid his tongue in a little ways and felt her wiggle under him, pushing her ass back to him. He stroked her small mouth with his finger, his spit making his finger slick and he slid his finger in her tight small hole still licking, kissing her. Brian's finger slid in and out of her tight asshole and Annie quivered at his touch. Brian sat up spit in his hand rubbed it on his cock and kept his hand on his cock to keep the water from washing the slick spit off his cock. He moved his cock to Annie's ass; he slid the head of his cock in her ass. Godddddddd she was so tight! He felt Annie relax her sphincter, and heard her moan into Linda's pussy. He pushed his cock hard into Annie's ass; Brian watched his cock disappearing into that small beautiful hole, his hands held the cheeks of her ass tightly. Brian groaned, "Oh, Godddddddd!" and he slid his cock deeper in her ass. Annie tilted her ass up higher to Brian silently begging him to fuck her sweet ass harder. Brian began pumping his cock in and out of her pink, small ass hole watching as his cock slid between her ass cheeks. Annie's ass was so tight on his cock he thought he was going to cum sooner than he wanted to, but he held back. Annie was sucking Linda's pussy, moving her fingers fast in Linda's pussy. Linda moaned loudly and she cried out, "Ohhhhh, godddddddd, yesssssss!" Annie bit Linda's clit and Linda bucked screaming with pleasure. Brian pumped his cock faster into Annie's tight, hard ass. His balls had drawn up tight against his body, his cock so hard he knew he was going to cum soon. Annie was bucking her ass on Brian's cock, fucking him hard and fast, she was moaning into Linda's pussy... suddenly Linda screamed "Aggghhhhhhhhhh, yessssssssssss!" Linda's body stiffened and she shook and quivered as her orgasm rippled through her, shock after shock raced thru her until she thought she thought would pass out. Brian couldn't wait to cum any longer. He heard Annie crying out, her head thrown back her cries so raw she sounded animalistic. Brian held Annie's ass tightly. He threw his own head back, his guttural cries loud over the sound of the streaming water. Brian felt his sperm shoot out of his cock. His orgasm so intense so exquisite he lost all sense of place and time. He shuddered and pushed his cock hard into Annie's ass. "Oh Goddddddddddddd, yessssssssssssssssssss!" he shot jet after jet of hot, thick sperm into her sweet tight ass. Annie shook under Brian's body he felt her body stiffen heard her scream "Yesssssssssssssss!" Weak and shaking he almost fell on Annie; Brian quickly rolled off her onto his side and collapsed under the streaming water. Linda and Annie lay breathing hard side by side on the shower floor, he heard Linda's slight silvery laugh and suddenly his life did not look so bleak. Brian had the feeling this could work. Remarkably, in a strange way Brian's life had just improved greatly -The End- (or is it?) The Shower With his wife already asleep in the bed, Jason thought he would indulge himself in a little bit of pleasure. Sure, sex with his wife was good, no it was great, but on occasion he selfishly wanted it all to be only about himself and here was the perfect opportunity. Stepping into the bathroom he closed the door and then turned on the shower. His wife had showered several hours earlier so Jason knew it would take some time before the water warmed up. He quickly leafed through the magazines that were stacked on the tank of the toilet looking for a Cosmo or possibly a Glamour magazine. Often he could find some sexy articles in those magazines but all he found that evening was either Good Housekeeping or Ladies Home Journal, certainly no good reading for jacking off. Stepping away from the pile of magazines he peeked into the shower, stuck his hand into the water and confirmed it was still too cold to get in. Moving back over to the sink he looked at his face and then he slowly stepped back until he could see his entire upper torso and down as far as his cock in the reflection. Then, watching his cock in the mirror he reached his palms up to his chest and began circling them over his nipples. Feeling them quickly harden at the sensation he continued watching his cock in the mirror as it slowly stirred to life. First the growth was steady as it pushed itself out from under the reddish pubic hair and though still soft, it was several inches longer. Then as he continued toying with his nipples, alternating between rubbing his palms over them and using his fingers to lightly pinch them he saw his cock begin to twitch as it continued to grow, but this time as it grew it curved upward in an odd twitching motion. Continuing to watch his cock in the mirror he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the shaft and then slid them back and forth over the head and then back. His cock hardened even more with the motion of his hand and the sensations it created. He stopped stroking himself and moved his hand away so he could see himself fully erect. By then he noticed the steam curling around the shower door so he moved to the shower, opened the door and stepped inside, carefully avoiding the, now too hot, water. Adjusting the water temperature and testing it several times he finally stepped into the stream and let the warm water cover his body. After a while he adjusted the shower head changing the constant stream to a powerful pulsing blast. He then reached for the soap, soaped up his hands and as he began running his slippery hands over his nipples, he arched his back and pushed his cock under the pulsing spray of water. Moving his hips back and forth he watched as the pulses of water splashed on the head of his cock and then as the pulses splashed down the shaft and finally into his pubic hair. Toying with his nipples he continued moving back and forth letting the water splash off his cock making it tingle along its entire length. Knowing the water wasn't enough to get him off, he continued a bit longer letting the teasing sensations get him more and more turned on. By now he had moved from toying with his nipples to pinching them quite hard, letting the bit of pain mix with the other sensations coursing through his body. Finally, when he could hold off no longer, he reached out and grabbed the soap with his right hand. He squeezed the soap, working up a good lather and then suddenly pulled his cock out of the shower's pulsations. Backing into the shower, he let the water pulsate on his shoulders as he grabbed his cock with his soapy hand and fingers. Wrapping them around himself he began sliding up and down while squeezing hard. As he stroked himself he recalled the images of his cock sliding in and out of his wife, at the way she whimpered and moaned as he fucked her and then the way she moved as she came. The images in his mind mixed with the sensations coursing up his cock and the sensations he created as his free hand continued toying with his nipples, one and then the other, and he felt the pleasure building inside him. He pushed his cock forward and then leaned his back against the shower wall. Rising up on his toes as his whole body tensed up, he looked down and watched his cock as he was overcome with the pleasure. As he came he watched his cum spurt across the shower splashing into the water still pulsing from the shower head. His cock spurted again with the cum going only half as far. The last bit of cum ran down his hand so he turned and let the water from the shower rinse the soap suds and the cum off of himself. Looking down he watched his white fluid swirl around and then down the drain, disappearing from his sight. Jason then reached up and turned off the shower. Opening the shower door, he grabbed a towel, dried off, hung up the towel and then grabbed his underwear, pulling it on. He came out of the bathroom, grabbed his tee shirt from the bed, pulled in on and climbed into bed. He then leaned over and gave his wife a kiss whispering, "Goodnight." His wife mumbled something back that he didn't understand. Not really paying attention to what she said, he simply rolled over, grabbed his pillow and slowly drifted to sleep. The Shower The water was warm, beading on her flesh as the shower head sprayed her body. She had gotten home ten minutes earlier. The house empty she decided to have a shower before getting tea. The water feeling like a gentle caress after the long day she had just had. As she lathered her body he watched. She did not know he was there. Her hands rubbing, massaging the soap into her smooth white flesh. Leaning back against the glass, an impression left in the steam covered class, she washed and massaged between her legs. Massaging the soap into her body she rubs against her clit. 'Ohhh." She moans softly. Leaning hard against the glass her fingers work into her. Manipulating her sensitive flesh. Exciting her. Arousing her. Making her body groan with desire. Eyes closed, that's when she felt him touch her. He whispers the sound almost lost in the shower. "Don't open your eyes." She nods. Feels his lips touch her. Soft almost impossibly gentle. Like a feather tip brushing her lips. She just felt him. Then tingles as the touch of fingers runs from her shoulder down to a breast as she feels it being cupped and lifted gently. Again the feather soft kiss this time on her nipple. "Ohhhhhh." Keeping her eyes closed a hand pushes back against the glass dragging down it. Leaving a distorted hand print on the glass. The tingling touches, the beat of the shower serving to stimulate her like no time in the past. Moist kisses trailing from breast to mouth and back again. Fingers spreading her, working soapy water in and around her soft shaved mound and swollen lips. Pressing her back against the glass, stimulating her as the cold glass sends a shiver up her spine as an orgasm races from her stimulated flesh, up and out her mouth as a scream. She clutches at her lover, struggling to keep her eyes closed, desperately trying to make the moment last. She feels pressure between her spread legs. Not fingers now. Lifting a leg, resting it on the side of the shower, she feels herself being opened up by her lover. Penetrated, she cries as the stimulation threatens to rip another orgasm from her. Pressure against her flattening her breasts. Feathery kisses suck the showers water from her neck. Hands against the glass. "Ohhhhhhh." She cries as she rides from one wave of pleasure to the next. "I love you." Whispered in her ear as the sensations between her legs drive her desires. Another scream. More pleasure. Each building on the last. She can not stand it. The sensation, the feel, the desire. Finally, her legs wobbling, chest panting heavily; she collapsed. Spent, exhausted. She looks up at her lover. To look into his eyes. Nothing. The glass door still closed as it had been. The water beating down on her. Confusion. Exhaustion. Satisfaction. All clouding her mind. Was it a dream? Was it more? "Honey." A voice calls. "I'm home. Do you want me to have tea ordered in?" He is home? Confusion. She focuses on the clock. An hour and a half she had been in the shower. That's not possible. It seemed like only minutes. Half an hour at most. A kiss on her cheek. Her hand going to it. A whisper. "I love you....." Fading off into, into what. "Honey." Knocking at the bathroom door. "Are you okay? Did you get home late? Do you need me to order tea instead?" Her husband. Confusion. "Ummm. Yeah. Ummm. I. I was late, sorry." Quickly, almost slipping in the soapy water, she struggled to her feet. Whispering into the now almost cold shower. "I love you." Turning off and getting out still not sure what happens she does not see the impressions of her back, her hands and those of another's fade. The room cold she wraps a towel about her, opening the door she runs straight into her husbands arms. They kiss, they hug. The towel falls and thoughts of tea end in that second. Soon the sounds of love fill the house. The feeling off desire permeating the walls, floors and ceiling. Cries of lust. Professions of love. Groans and moans. Creaks and squeaks. Things that go bump in the night.... "I love you." Whispered in the dark... The Shower As the last of my nightclothes hit the bathroom floor, my thoughts are drawn back to you. Your touch upon my skin, your lips pressed against my own, and your aroma that fills my every breath. I look back in the bedroom to see you still sleeping handsome and peaceful. The very sight of you brings excitement to my soul. I can feel my heart race and my pulse ignited to speed up, all of this brings a hard throbbing between my legs as the heat rises and my lips begin to moisten. I step back to bathroom and start up the water. Trying so hard to control my thoughts of you. The water is warm, just below the point of HOT. My first step under the water brings goose bumps to my skin. My nipples harden and add to my excitement, my lust, my desire for your touch. I submerge my face under the stream of water pulsating down from the showerhead. The heat feels good against my skin, much like the heat your touch brings to me. I reach up to smooth the water across my face; run my fingers through my hair and down my neck. The water constantly running down my face as my hands continue to wander down my body. My nipples erect and hard under my fingertips. I squeeze, tug, and twist bringing sensations to my body. I hear myself moan with each touch to my nipples. My passion and desire for you touch is like a craving I cannot cure. My eyes closed I can smell us as the warm water reignites the mixture of our night. I move my hands down, totally lost in the moment, oblivious to all that is around me. I reach between my legs and gently caress my throbbing clit. I hear my moan, slightly louder than the one before. My fingers feverishly working my clit as my other hand continues to squeeze and caress my breast. I can feel my clit begin to harden as my fingers start to roll the lips. I want my hole to be filled with you. My bald mound thrusts with passion and longing. I allow myself to touch. My own wetness is warm. I tease the opening with my fingertip and I feel my hips thrust toward my hand. I must feel the softness hidden within. I plunge my finger deep into the moistness of my warm pink cave. The sounds of my moan fill the shower as I begin to explore myself. Finding the points that bring me the most pleasure. Working feverishly now to bring myself to orgasm, I am lost within myself. Forgetting that I am in the shower, losing all thought except the one that will make my body tremble. The only sounds I hear is the water drops that pound my body and the sounds of my own pleasure. Thrusting my hips faster I stop only to slide another finger into my crying pussy. Bracing myself against the wall just beneath the showerhead, I fuck my pussy faster, harder, and deeper. My breaths deeper and my moans louder, my heart racing. In an instant, my world turns bright white. My legs stiffen and I thrust myself onto my fingers repeatedly until my body cannot move. I tremble with each thrust as bring myself to the height of pleasure. At once, I am in this amazing orgasm, my juices now flowing down my hand, and my cries of pleasure reach all corners of the room. From the farthest point in the shower I hear a gasp, it is not my own. However, I am so lost in the bliss between my legs I cannot stop to look and see. Still thrusting slowly now as to finish the orgasm I feel another set of hands touch my skin. Once again, my pulse begins to race. As I begin to slow my motions on my clit, I give in to your touch. The heat from the shower refreshes your cologne from the night before. That smell envelopes me and draws me in. I turn to you to wrap you in my arms and bury my face into that place in your neck where I fit so comfortably. Taking deep breathes inhaling your aroma and lifting my breasts against your skin. With the water running down my back and your hands slowly caressing the small of my back turns me to putty in your hands. As you smooth and caress the small of my back my lips quiver to feel your skin against them. I lean up to you just enough to kiss the side of your neck, working my way around to the front. I gently kiss your Adams apple and work my way up your chin. Leaving a kiss on your cheek, then moving to the tip of your nose, to the other cheek, and now lingering so close to your lips. I can feel your desire to press your lips against mine, but I hold back just enough that you can feel my breath. This is driving you nuts you crave my taste. Your hands and body wanting so much more that I feel your hands wander down to my ass and with a tight squeeze, you pull me against you hard. Our bodies now pressed together as tight as they can be I can feel your heart race and sense your lust is as high as my own. I lean into your sensuous lips, gently kiss you, and invite your tongue to dance with my own. I love how you taste and how your tongue explores my mouth as if it has never been there before. The kiss is deep and passionate, you raise one hand to brace my head, the other wrapped around my waist, and you kiss me deeper than you have ever kissed before. I feel your soul and body totally entranced in this moment as I am. I cannot help myself, I feel your hard shaft pressed against my bald mound, and I begin to slowly press and grind against you. Even with the heat from the shower, I can feel how warm your cock is and the fast pace of your pulse racing through it. I want so much more of you, to taste you, to feel our bodies pressed together as though we become one. I steal another kiss, this time at my will, my control. My hands holding your jaw line I kiss you so softly. Small kisses on the corners of your mouth, I see your eyes close as you give in to me and let me have my pleasure. Still holding me tight but letting go of my head, your body relaxes to me. I extend my tongue to trace your lips. You open up slightly in hope of feeling my lips press against yours. I pull back and quietly say no, not yet. I continue to explore your face with my lips. Kissing you nose, your forehead, each eye, and then your lips again kisses soft and gentle, like butterfly kisses. You struggle so hard to kiss me; I feel your body shake a little as you begin to crave me. I give you what you desire and I place a deep sultry kiss on your lips and move my right hand down your side. I pry our bodies apart and reach for your cock. As I hold you in my hands, our lips still pressed, I feel how hard you are. I feel my own pulse speed up as my pussy begins to throb at the thought and desire to feel you buried deep in me. I need to feel you cum, to feel your cock swell as you allow me to bring you to the point of exploding. My hand working your cock, my mouth watering and wanting to hold you there, you have given into me allowed me to pleasure you. I slowly move us to the back of the shower, away from the direct blows of the water falling upon us. I drop to my knees and watch myself as I calmly stroke your swollen cock. The warmth and moisture from the water help to lubricate my strokes and heighten your senses. I look up to you, your eyes roll back in your head, and you let out a mellow moan. Your moan sets me a fire, I want to hear more, louder, I need to bring you to the point of no return, and I must have you. I cup your balls in my hand and take your cock into my mouth, deep throat right of the bat. You let out a cry of pleasure that sends heat piercing through my body. For a brief moment I hold you there, enjoying the head of your cock pressed against the back of my throat, your pulse racing on my tongue. You want so much more as you slowly thrust further trying to hard to bury yourself in my mouth. I suck on your shaft from base to head. Sucking and licking you enthusiastically tasting the drops of precum your body offers me. I look up to watch you as I continue to enjoy your swollen cock. Your eyes fixated on me, my every movement. I know you want so bad to hold my head as I suck you, but the shower will not allow it and I am in control of your pleasure. Your eyes on me, your moans fill the bathroom; the occasional touch of your hand is driving me insane. I want you to cum, I need to feel you body tremble as I draw every last drop of your hot juices from your body. My lust and passion for you is so high in this moment that I cannot stop what I am doing. I usually prefer you to cum on my breasts, but not now, not in this moment. My fingers are stroking you as I continue to suck your cock and my tongue zealously working all around your pulsating shaft. Your moans are getting louder and your thrusts are faster. I know you are close. You try to pull out of my mouth, but I do not allow it. With one last suck, I take you in deep and draw your juices to flow from you. I drink you up and your moans fill the room, our lust emanates around us. The thrill of your cock pulsating in my mouth and your hot, thick cum running down my throat brings moisture between my legs. Sucking on you, tasting your cum, and hearing your pleasure, I cum. Your taste is amazing, I must have more, and I continue to suck you, inviting every drop to coat my throat. Your body weak from the orgasm and still shaking, you pull me to my feet, place your hands on my face, and kiss me. Your tongue searching my mouth as if to find a taste of you still lingering in my mouth and you are filled with a desire to know how we taste together. Your body weak at the moment but wanting so much more, you take my hand and lead me away from the shower. We are so lost in each other that we leave the shower going, as you take me to the bed. The Shower The shower door slides open and he steps inside; she is not startled, she senses him even as her eyes are closed. The fragrance of her body wash is heady as he stands behind her nibbling her neck. She melts, sighing as he kisses and sucks her nape. He moves his mouth to her shoulders, she quivers with wanting. The warm water cascades over her perfect curvy body as he moves in closer he places his hands on her hips. Gently he slides his right hand around her and caresses her beautiful round belly; god she's lovely, every inch of her. She is magnificent; young, eager and full of sexual abandon. With eyes still closed she smiles and washes those big beautiful breasts of hers; he brings his hand up and cups one of them, but his hand cannot accommodate their magnificent bounty. She adds her hand and together they push it up to her mouth as she takes the nipple and sucks on it. She feels his hard cock against the crease of her plump ass and remembers what nasty things they did last night. She smiles again and hopes that this will lead to a repeat performance. Pulling her back against him, she leans on his body; a sensual "MMMM" comes from her lips as he takes the right nipple and gently tweaks it, pulls it and flicks it. Her nipples reacting to the water now become harder; as he becomes harder from watching her. His other hand curves around her hips across that wondrous belly heading to her mound. His fingers travel through the silken locks of her brown neatly trimmed bush as she moans as sign of assent that he should continue. Parting her outer lips, his finger slips in with little effort. Is it the water that has made her so, or is it her own wetness. He feels a slicker fluid in her and he leans down to nuzzle her neck again. She giggles like a little girl and shrugs her shoulders at the way his beard and moustache tickle her. But soon that changes as a second finger enters her cleft and she reacts more like a woman, letting out a moan of pleasure and desire. Moving her away from the direct spray of the water he turns her and leans her against the cool tiles of the shower. He whispers something into her ear, and she nods her head in agreement as her breath becomes more labored and shallow. Kneeling before her he places his mouth on her, slowly licking her outer mound as his fingers massage her wet pussy. He breathes a little heavy too as he is aroused by her taste and smell. She begins to caress her breasts and starts to play with her now turgid nipples. The way he licks her is like an ice cream cone, slowly savoring each taste. Probing her with his tongue she squirms slightly wanting it deeper inside her. Moving one hand off herself she runs her fingers through his hair and tugs it gently pushing him deeper into her now soaking wet sex. He increases the pace of his licks and toys with the area around her clit. Her moans are louder and she starts begging him to eat her pussy. He does, and she parts her legs wider to give him more room to maneuver. That evil, wicked tongue that flayed her last night is there again, with quick staccato flicks her clit awakens and starts to twitch a little. Her moans now turn into begs for him to use it on her clit more; he obliges, first with a slow circling motion and then with quick flicks over the hood he coaxes it to become nub hard. That lovely wicked tongue has a mind of its own and plays down there with wild recklessness. She moans again, and points her toes standing on them. He sees her arch up and he pushes in deeper tasting the velvety cream of sex that is flowing from her. "This is so hot" she thinks, "and he's so hot"; she wants this to go on and on but she knows at some point she'll cum. She grips his hair harder and pushes her pussy into his face. He lets out a moan as she looks down their eyes lock. Her breathing is now shallower and she is gazing into his eyes seeing the lust building within. His right hand strokes his cock, and with his left he reaches up and grabs her right nipple again rolling it firmly in the grasp of his thumb, index and middle fingers. She is in heaven all this attention, all this lust for her; looking down again she locks eyes with him and now sees that he is determined to make her cum. She nods her head telling him to go for it she's been teetering on the edge for a while. As his slow licks are countered with quick flicks, she rises on tip-toe again pushing her hips up and down fucking that tongue that's driving her crazy. Her head swims, visions come and go; visions of him, of her and him, of her alone masturbating while reading his scorching e-mails, cumming like a dirty little girl, her roommate walking in on them. She smiles at that one, it hasn't happened - yet. She wishes it would; she'd watch as he ate out her roommate and maybe they would have a torrid three-way. It has been a fantasy of hers to be with him and another woman and he's just so dirty that he would probably go for it. Her resistance wanes and now both hands are in his hair pushing her hip, grinding them into his sweet face. That goatee and moustache tickling all the right places, she bears down one more time as he pushes his tongue deep into her pink mound. With a low groan she comes. Steadying herself against the tiled wall she lets the orgasm wash over her as she calls his name and growls a few yeses. As she cums, he takes his hands and gently rakes the fingertips over her thighs. It heightens the sensations and causes her to buck wildly. He holds her thighs to steady her and as a few aftershocks roll through making her body twitch she lets out a hearty laugh and looks down at him with appreciative eyes. The quaking subsides and her rises to his feet. Draping her arms around him she kisses him tasting her juices on his face; it tastes so sweet and she laps it all up. Her eyes glance down at his engorged fat cock. Now it will be his turn, she takes a good portion of the scented body wash and rubs it through her hands. Standing behind him she gets on her knees and reaches between his legs and goes up finding that mass of cockflesh. Curling her fingers around his stiff manhood the body wash makes for an excellent lube and her hand glides effortlessly along the shaft. He breathes heavy and leans his head back. Standing facing the shower head he braces himself with one hand on the wall. She giggles as the water flowing over him makes the body wash on his shaft lather and her hand slides with more ease. She tells him it's OK if he shoots, he's probably aroused from the wild oral he performed on her and she wants to see him cum. Moaning, his cock grows fatter in her hand and she wonders whether she might not enjoys a morning "taste". Maneuvering around him she kneels in front of him, taking her beautiful tongue she flicks the head and takes just a little of it in her mouth. He wants to fuck her mouth, explode in it. She wants to prolong the agony just a bit longer and get a full load. Her mouth takes in the head and she swirls her talented tongue around it; sucking some of the pre-cum form his slit she uses it and her spit to lube it. With her right hand she moves up and down the shaft in a corkscrew motion. He groans and starts to breathe heavier. A little more of his rigid mass disappears in her mouth and then some more until finally the she's down to his base. Suppressing her need to gag she holds him there and slowly releases him. At this point he's hard as a rock and she sets to work. Licking the shaft and then the balls her ministrations cause him to plead for release. Looking wickedly into his eyes she swallows him again and again sucking that delicious cock. She's begging, pleading for his release in her warm, wet waiting mouth by her actions and he is so close. Sensing it, she flicks her tongue over the head rapidly; as she does so his balls draw up. He tenses, his hips buck and the first pulse of relief breaks through. She takes the head in her mouth and feels the warm sweet ooze hit her in the back of her mouth. She knows he's not done yet; opening her mouth just a bit she takes him down to his base again as another massive torrent pours in. Her eyes close as she revels in what she's done. Gently squeezing his balls a final spurt leaves him. There is so much that some drips out of her pretty mouth and onto her big beautiful breasts. A slight trickle curls in the corner of her lips. Standing up she uses her middle finger to wipe up the cum in the corner of her lips and licks the fingertip clean. She looks slyly at where it landed on her tits, seeing that one glob is by the nipple she pushes the nipple to her mouth and sucks it off. The other dollop is in her cleavage, with two fingers she scoops it up and swallows it. They stand there holding each other, kissing passionately, laughing and smiling. Stepping out of the shower he wraps a towel around her. This is what she loves, the pampering after; he dries her, of course occasionally "slipping" the terrycloth into or over a sensitive place. She giggles, and sighs and purrs, as he dries her breasts, he takes extra time on her large still stiff nipples. She's aroused again and looking at him with those amazing brown eyes takes his hand. She tells him that it's Saturday and they're going back to bed they're staying home all day to laugh, to be lazy and to fuck. © 2007 Linebacker Media LLC The Shower It has been way, way too long since I've been fucked. I think about you and how you used to make me cum so easily. You were so good to me. I get into the shower. We always got into the shower together first. Our foreplay before the foreplay. I let the water run all over me. My hair is wet and I reach up to shampoo it. I rub my scalp knowing it pushed my breasts out. I remember how you used to pinch them as I did this. I rinse, letting the suds slide down my body. I apply my conditioner and using a clip pin it up. At this point I would take the shampoo and wash your hair, but I think wistfully, you're not here. Instead I grab the puffy and pour body wash on the puff. I squeeze it a couple of times, letting the suds run down my hands. I start with my shoulders like you used to, my neck, letting the suds run down my breasts. I cup them and cover them with suds, letting the scratchy puffy run over my nipples. They harden them instantly. I start rubbing down my belly to my bald mound. It's waxed, the way you like it. Completely bare, the suds and water can easily reach my clit if I move just so. You should be doing this for me now. I hear your voice in my head, telling me to spread my legs. I do, just a little. I can hear the amusement as you tell me, no...farther... I spread my legs farther and rub the puffy between my legs. A shiver runs through me as I brush my clit. I can imagine what you did here. You would check, your hands playing with me to make sure I was clean. Finger fucking me, you would make me gasp; beg for more, holding me up as my legs went weak. I shake myself out of my reverie and wash my legs. Then reach behind me and start to wash my back. I imagine you turned me around and washing it for me, making me bend over in the shower as you wash my ass. Your finger would tease the ring of my anus, playing. Covered in suds sometimes you would push one in, just to tease. Sometimes... I should be washing you now. I imagine my hands over your neck, your shoulders, your chest. I imagine getting on my knees in front of you, the water running over us, as I wash your cock. It would be soft still. I would start by cupping your balls, gently washing them. Then reach between your legs and wash the crack, letting my fingers play over the skin, rubbing where you're most sensitive. Your cock would begin its little dance, getting bigger and bigger for me. Finally when it was standing straight up, I would lick my lips and take you in my mouth. I would run my tongue the length of you, letting my teeth nip your tip oh so gently. I would look up to see your face, but you always had your head thrown back when I did that. I would let my hands and the puffy wash your legs while I sucked you, my head bobbing up and down on your cock. Finally I would let you slip from my mouth and wash your hard cock oh so gently. The water would rinse us both and you pulled me to stand with you. The water is turning cold and I quickly rinse the puffy, then myself. I watch as the suds run down the drain. I release my hair and quickly rinse it. The cold water has made goose pimples cover my body. I wish you were here to warm me again. The shower is off and I pull back the curtain. I wrap my hair a towel. You used to tease me about using two towels. I can imagine you twirling one and whipping my ass with it for being oh so wasteful. Another towel and I pat dry my body. My body needs release and you're not here to provide it. Do you miss me? Do you miss my body? Do you miss my blowjobs? Do you miss me screaming in your ear as I squirted my juices all over you? Do you miss the marathon sex sessions where I would have so many orgasms I lost count and wore you out? Do you miss fucking me doggy style from behind, my ass in the air, inviting you? Do you miss tying me down and teasing me for hours? Do you miss me? Because God do I miss you. The Shower Morning already. I know I have to get up, but I went to bed late and I'm still tired. My oldest came home for a visit and brought a friend with him, so we were up late talking. He's a nice guy and good looking for 21. I really am not in the mood to deal with the kids. Maybe I'll just lie here a little longer. Damn, I need the bathroom, so I guess I'm getting up. I open my bedroom door and am surprised to find the bathroom door open with the shower running. Next thing I know, my sons' friend pokes his head from behind the curtain. "Morning Deb," he says smiling. I'm not quite sure what to do, so I lower my eyes and ask why he has the door open. He tells me that my ex came and took most of the kids out and my oldest took the baby to go get a few things. He apologizes for leaving the door open but thought he'd be done before I got up. I tell him to let me know when he's done because I need to use the bathroom really bad, I push the door to close it and turn to go back in my room. He calls my name and tells me if I need to go that bad, I should just do it, he won't look. I'm not comfortable doing that but after listening to the water running I'm about to wet my pants. I go in and make him promise not to look. Unfortunately I can kinda see through the partition between the shower and the toilet. Damn, he's built, with a tight, round, firm ass. I finish my business and go to leave. He asks if I enjoyed the view. I turn bright red and mumble sorry as I step to leave. He opens the shower curtain wide and grabs my arm. I am now privileged to a full frontal view of him, he has a hairy chest and hung real nice. "I just thought you'd like to see the whole package," he says with a wink. I guess I stared just a little too long which let him know I liked what I was seeing. He pulls me toward him and kisses me. I don't know what to do, this shouldn't be happening but I'm responding to the kiss. He smiles at me and asks me to join him. He can see I'm hesitant and starts helping me out of my shirt. I take off my bottoms and step into the shower. He pulls me against his wet body and kisses me again. He feels so good in my arms. He starts soaping me up, working from my shoulders down. The feel of his hands on my body have me tingling all over. I gasp as he slides his hand between my legs and washes my pussy. We switch positions so I can rinse off, and then he hands me the bar of soap. I lather up my hands and start washing him from his shoulders down. His body is so firm and his huge cock feels good in my hand. I spend alot of time washing his cock and his balls before he rinses off. As he's standing under the water, I rub my hands all over his body to help rinse him off. His chest, his ass, his legs, and back up to his cock. I lower myself to my knees and start kissing his balls. I lick my way up and down his hard shaft before taking him as far in my mouth as I can. I suck on him with such enthusiasm that he has to ask me to stop or he'll cum too soon. I kiss my way up his body, stopping to suck his nipples. I work my way up to his mouth and kiss him deeply, my tongue darting in and out of his mouth. When he shoves his tongue into mine, I suck on it. Now he's kissing his way down my body. Stopping to thoroughly enjoy my tiny titties. Slowly down past my navel his mouth explores. He pokes his tongue between my legs and I spread them as far as I can in our confined space. He licks my pussy, sucks on my clit and tongue fucks me as his hands squeeze my ass. I'm so excited by now that I can't wait to feel his manness inside me. "Fuck me hard," I beg. I turn around and put my hands on the wall. I spread my legs and he enters me from behind. I moan continuously as he pounds the hell out of me, one of his hands caressing my tits and the other lightly rubbing my clit. "Harder, faster," I cry. He tells me I'm the hottest older woman he's ever known and can't believe how tight I was inside after having so many kids. I can't hold it in any longer and neither can he. We both moan loudly as we explode in one simultaneous orgasm, With each spasm he shoots what feels like an endless amount of hot juices deep inside me. He pulls out and immediately those juices ooze out of me and down my thighs. I turn around and he pulls me into his arms again. We kiss as we stand under the water to rinse off. "Maybe we can do this again before I leave," he says. "I think that can be arranged, but next time I want you in my bed," I respond. "Maybe all night?," he asks. "Definitely," I say. I pull the shower curtain aside to leave and stop abruptly. My oldest had come home already and was standing at the open doorway with a shocked expression on his face. I don't know how long he was standing there, or what he heard. I turn bright red again, because he not only got a good look at his naked mom, but he knows his friend got to know me intimately, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Nobody said anything. My son turned and left, closing the door behind him. We got out of the shower. We dried each other off and got dressed. We kiss once again before leaving the bathroom. They leave in two days and I'm looking forward to that next time in my bed, and so is he. I think it will be tonight. The Shower I turn the hand shower on myself. I'm lost in my thoughts about you. The warm water pours over my body washing the soap off me. You can't take any more. You stand there enthralled by my wet body. Your cock begins to stir. You quietly slide your jeans down your long legs, and pull your T-shirt up over your head, tousling your dark hair. As I rinse my hair I close my eyes, and you step into the shower behind me. You run your large strong hands up my body, cupping my breasts from behind. I push back into you. I know you like the way my bum feels against your hardened cock. I hear a moan escape your lips as I push back a little harder. You tighten your grip on my nipples pulling them to full erection. "Welcome home, baby." I whisper. I feel your hot breath on my neck. You begin kissing and gently nibbling at my neck. You know this makes me so hot. You want me so bad. There is urgency about us, but also the want to show care and love towards each other. My hands reach behind and pull your bum in towards me. I love the feel of your rigid member pressing into me. "You know what I want, don't you Sweetheart?" Your lips and hot breath brush past my ear. As if on cue, I reach for the large bar of soap. I love the way your cock feels when it's lathered in soap. I rub the soap between my hands, and pass it to you. You cover your hands as well and place the soap back in the holder. My hands go directly to your penis. Yours go right to my bum. You ease your hands between my ample cheeks, and gently massage my little hole. I arch my back a bit to give better access. You work a finger into my ass. I moan. God, it feels so good. You know me so well. We meshed sexually since the very first time we were together. I know you just as well and love to please you. I can feel you harden in my hand. You are a steel rod. Your shaft is so ready for me. You have worked my opening and gotten it ready for your cock. You lean into me and press against my back. Our bodies melt together. You kiss my neck and ears. I run my hands up and down your back. I press my ass into you. You take a small step back. You look my wet backside up and down. It's delicious and you know it. You take your cock and run it up and down the crevice. I'm the one that releases the moan this time. "Marc, I need you inside of me so bad." With that, you press the head into my hole. You pause to enjoy the sensation. You press into me farther. It feels good to have you fill me. I jut my hips back into you. Begging for more with no words, I want it all. You ram the rest of your engorged member into me. Your hands slide down to my hips. You pull me back to you. You pull me, matching your strokes with my hips. You dig in your fingers. I can do nothing but enjoy the feeling of you filling me with your cock. I reach down and start to rub my swollen clit. It has begun to throb demanding some attention. You loosen your grip on me. You slide a hand around to my breasts, gently pulling and twisting a hard nipple. Your hand finds mine. We rub my clit together. I relent, letting your hand slide beneath mine. I'm showing your hand where and how I want it. You push into me with a steady rhythm. You nibble at my ears. You're sliding effortlessly in and out of my bum. I grip and release you at every thrust, building the tensions. Your fingers find their way inside of my dripping pussy. I continue rubbing my clit as you fuck my wet hole and fill my bum. My god do I feel full. Your cock feels bigger than ever today. My pussy is wetter than it has been in days. The sheer eroticism of the scene had heated us beyond all logic. Your pumping continues in both holes. I'm building to one monster of an orgasm. I let off my clit. I want this to last and if I get myself off, you will be shortly behind me. Knowing you make me cum usually sets you into motion. I reach under and massage your balls. I squeeze them gently and feel you harden. "I need to fill you up, darling. I need to give you all my cum, Babe." With those words, I begin to rub my clit a bit harder working your balls feverishly. You're thrusting faster and harder. My pussy's on fire. I need release as well as you do. You start fucking me hard and rough. I love that feeling. You released my nipple wrapping your hand in my hair. You gently tug it. This sends me into frenzy. You fuck harder. I rub harder. "Give it to me, Babe. Cum for me, my little girl." You tug my hair harder. I rub my clit harder. Your thrusts are full of lust. Your cock is rock hard and ready to explode. "Fuck me, Marc. Make me cum hard. Give it to me, Baby. I need your hot cum up my ass." We are at the peak. I feel you get so hard inside of me. You feel my body start to tense. You fuck me with abandon. You thrust, drawing full lengths of your cock. My hand twists and pulls at my clit as well as your balls. I start to explode first. You feel my contractions start on your hand. You pull my hair hard. You shove your hand up my wet pussy as far as you can reach. You thrust deeply into me giving me the first hot blast of your load as my pussy gives way to my pleasure, trembling with my climax. My bum tightens around you. I milk your cock for all it's worth. I want it all. You bury your cock inside of me releasing the last ropes of your load into me. My contracting hole has given you what you want and I feel every last drop of you inside of me. We stand together like that for what seems an eternity. I lean back into you as you release my hair, turning my head to kiss you. You support my weight with your strong arms wrapped around me. I'm feeling weak. I feel as though if you let go I will collapse right here. I love cumming with you. It's always intense and passionate. You pulled yourself out of me gently letting your cum drip out of my wrinkled hole. I feel your hot load drip out. You take the hand shower and rinsed us both off. You watch as your cum washes down my legs. You spray yourself off. You take me in your arms and carry me to the bed. We kiss and touch and revel in our love. I curl up towards your side and lie my arm over the expanse of your chest, as you wrap your arms around me, protecting me the way you always do while we drift to sleep, curled up in each others arms under the cool covers. The Shower Kathy found herself awake this morning in anticipation of the morning events that would transpire. Her mind racing and her heart pounding. She called Keith to let him know that her husband had just left for work no more then thirty minutes ago and she finally felt safe to call and tell him to come over. She was nervous yet excited all at once. She had never thought of trying something like this. Kathy left the door unlocked downstairs like they had agreed the night before and made her way upstairs to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let it warm up while she began to remove her pajamas. Steam started to fill the bathroom, she wondered if he would ever get there. She knew he would be there just after nine, so she decided to go ahead and get in. The warm hot water felt as good as it ran over her body and she kept hearing the door open downstairs but she was certain it was just her imagination. Finally after a few moments, she heard the click of the door shut. This time it was not her imagination. Keith locked the door behind him and made his way up the stairs. By the time he reached the bathroom his shirt was unbuttoned and un-tucked. He was loosening his belt and undoing his shoes and taking off his pants. She peaked out the shower door and gave him an innocent smile. By that time he was fully undressed, and pulled back the shower door and entered into the shower. The two of them immediately became entwined together. He pulled her close and began to kiss her. Their tongues and lips twisting and writhing as they passionately greeted one another. As the water was running down their two bodies his hands blindly searched her body caressing and teasing every inch from top to bottom. Keith aggressively grabbed her hips tightly and pulled her up against him. She could feel him growing with excitement. His mouth continued to kiss her and explore her. Moving from her lips to her cheek, to her chin and down to her neck. It wasn't long before he was nibbling on her ear and gently biting her neck. Kathy let out a slow deep moan. He reached for a bar of soap and soaped up his hands. He then turned her around and stood behind her and began kissing her on her neck and the water ran down his back. Keith then slowly took his hands and started at her waist and slid his soapy hands up from her waist to her firm breasts. He began to slowly and gently caress them with his soapy hands. Teasing them and cupping them as he continued to kiss her neck and nibble on her ears. He then slowly slid one hand up to her neck and tipped her head back towards his head and she turned her head towards him and they kissed. Again Kathy could feel his cock growing; he must have liked this position. She slowly reached around and gently stroked it to give him a tease. Keith turned her back around to face him. He pulled her close again as the warm water raced over the both of them. And again their lips and tongue feverishly explored one another. The passion between the two of them was obvious. They had real feelings for one another and it was hard to hide. He then slowly began kissing his way down her neck, and then to her chest. Stopping to gently tease her nipples with his tongue as he cupped her breast with his hand. From there Keith gently kissed her waist and then got down on his knees. He slowly spread her legs apart and raised one up and leaned in to lick her inner thigh. His tongue followed its way up to the center of her smooth wet lips. With one hand he steadied her leg and the other he parted her lips and began to slide his tongue up and down the length of her lips. Kathy began to writhe as his tongue flicked up against her clit. He could taste her juices as his tongue continued to explore her. She reached down and took his hand and motioned for him to slide his finger up into her. As he gently slid his finger in, he stood up and began to kiss her. He could feel and hear her moans through their kisses. Wanting to return the favor, Kathy began to work her way down from Keith's neck to his smooth chest and on down to his waist. She got down on her knees and took his swollen cock in her hands. She slowly began to tease and play with the head. Licking and teasing the opening. Knowing full well he loved that. She could see in his eyes that he was enjoying it immensely. She then took his whole cock in her mouth. And began moving her mouth up and down the length of the shaft. Keith's body instinctively began to writhe and keep motion with Kathy as her head bobbed. He grabbed her by the back of the head and continued to thrust his cock into her mouth. It felt so good; she could feel the head of it throbbing. He stopped her, and pulled her back up to her feet, pulled her close and brushed the wet hair from her eyes and kissed her lips tightly. Again their kissing intensified and soon he was kissing her neck and ears and her hands were running all over his back. He then turned her around again, and leaned her toward the wall so that her firm ass was sticking out. Keith slowly slid his engorged cock into her tight opening, Kathy let out a gasp as he filled her with every inch that he had, all seven of them. Together they moved in perfect harmony, Keith thrusting hard in her and Kathy slamming her wet pussy back onto him. Keith grabbed Kathy by her hips to intensify the effects of his thrusts. Kathy reached down between her own legs to fondle his balls. She could feel them start to tighten, she knew he was close to his orgasm. Kathy looked back over her shoulder and told him, “Keith darling, give it to me, slam that pussy hard and give me your cum, please baby.” Who was he to deny this wonderful woman what she truly wanted? The two of them turned toward each other exhausted and breathless and kissed. Keith held Kathy close as she laid her head up against his chest, water cascading down on them both. The Shower Two days. For two days she wasn't allowed to cum. Two whole days! The very thought was enough to drive her mad, to leave her smoothly shaven pussy wet and aching. But, it was Master's wish, and she would obey. The pet was nothing, if not obedient. The only problem was, she knew he'd make it as difficult as he could for her. She'd made it through almost an entire day, which was both a blessing and a curse. Because the longer she went without cumming, the more she knew he was plotting to make her suffer. And what a sweet suffering it was, for she knew when he finally allowed her to cum, it would be all the harder, all the better in the end. It was only the waiting that was difficult, the restraint required. Self control had never been one of her strong points. That was, she knew, why he so often demanded it of her. She was sitting at her desk, typing away on her laptop when she heard him come into the room behind her. She could feel his presence, smell the subtle, masculine scent of his skin and she felt her cunt contract with desire. Oh, she tried to ignore it, tried to focus on the work in front of her, but it quickly became impossible as she felt herself growing even wetter than she already was. His hand slid along her shoulder, to the back of her neck. Fingers spread, they slid into her silky black hair and grabbed hold. She gasped and her body immediately went slack. Her fingers stopped working, her eyes closed. It was suddenly hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to do anything except indulge all the wicked thoughts that danced through her mind -- memories of the feeling of his fingers teasing her clit, of his cock sliding hard and deep inside of her. A soft whimper spilled over her trembling lips. She heard him cluck his tongue as he leaned down and bit, hard, at her shoulder. She cried out, a keening little wail of pain and disappointment as her whole body shivered. An evil chuckle bubbled out of him as he lifted his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Come take a shower with me." A groan rose up within her, whined out of her, and her whole body shivered as he let go of her hair. Slowly, she peeled her eyes open, turned to look up at him. A dark brow arched sharply. "Is there a problem, pet?" he asked. Struggling to swallow, she shook her head. "No, Master," she replied in a soft voice. A smile spread across her lips and she stood up, leaning in to steal a kiss from his lips. He reached up and softly stroked her cheek. His fingers were warm and gentle on her smooth skin, and she felt her entire body warm with the tenderness of the touch. A purr rose up out of her, cut short as he leaned in and kissed her hard, his tongue licking at her lips before his teeth caught the plump, tender flesh of her lower lip and bit it, hard. She whimpered against his mouth, tasted the sharp, coppery tang of her own blood, and felt his tongue sweeping over the wound. She heard him growl as he pulled away, still clutching her collar, and led her to the bathroom. There, his dark eyes watched her with a devouring stare as she undressed. She pulled the band from her hair, letting the raven waves streaked with bright flashes of blood red tumble down past her shoulders. Then, she peeled her t-shirt up and off, letting it drop to the floor before she unfastened and shimmied out of her jean shorts. She threw him a wink as she turned, wearing only a lacy black bra and a tiny scrap of a black thong, and turned on the shower, making sure to give him a delightful view of her ass in the process. She wasn't really surprised when she felt the hand slap hard and fast against her flesh. Wasn't surprised when it lingered, driving the heat of the sting deep and hard into her. She cried out softly, hissed a deep breath as the pain washed from her ass cheek, through her body, and settled straight into her aching cunt. Once she had the water started and adjusted to a good temperature, she straightened and reached behind her. She unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor, freeing her triple D-sized breasts to the humid bathroom air. Immediately her nipples hardened and a shiver washed over her, making her visibly tremble. The bra was added to the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor before she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and slid it over her hips and down her thighs, revealing her smoothly shaven and visibly wet pussy. A smile spread over her master's lips, and he took her hand, pulled her close. "Is my pet wet?" he asked mischeviously. Her head bobbed up and down, and she licked her still tender lips. "Yes, Master," she managed in a quiet voice. "You're not lying to me are you?" "No, Master," she said. "You know I can't lie to you." "Hmm," he said, looking positively devilish. "And yet, you've tried before, have you not? So perhaps we had best be sure." That said, he took hold of her collar once more and pulled her roughly against the front of his body while his free hand delved between her thighs. His fingers slid against her pussy and found her clit, teased it for a pair of heartbeats before two fingers slid into her cunt. She moaned loudly, her forehead falling to rest against the front of his shoulder as she felt her knees weaken. She let her weight rest against him, seeking the solidity of his form for support as she trembled against him. "Master...please...." Her voice was a bare whisper as her fingers curled against his chest, grabbed hold of his shirt. "What was that, pet?" he asked as he began working his fingers slowly in and out of her tight little cunt. He drove them deep, then pulled back and teased her clit again before sliding them into her hard once more. She could only shake her head and cling to him, struggling to hold on to her self-control, to do something -- anything -- except give in to the tight, hot knot of desire boiling in the pit of her belly. Finally, just as she opened her mouth, to beg, plead, scream for him to stop, he pulled his hand quickly away from her, let go of her collar. "We can't have you cumming, now can we pet?" Struggling to breathe, trembling and weak, she could only shake her head once more. She felt the warmth of his lips against her forehead, and felt herself being turned and lifted slightly as he sat her on the edge of the sink. "You've done so well all day, little one. Don't disappoint me now. Sit there for a minute and be good." She nodded her head, still breathless from the incident. "Yes, Master," she managed. "Good girl." He kissed her forehead once more, then proceeded to undress himself. When that was done, he reached into the shower and ran his hand through the water. For a moment, she thought he was testing the temperature. Quickly she realized that was not the case. He turned back to her, and let his hand hover over her chest, the water he'd collected dripping from his fingers onto her chest, rolling down her tits. Warm at first, then quickly cooling, it made her coo softly as the sensations teased through her. Then, his still-wet fingers stroked against her skin, dampening it as he trailed fingertips down to her nipple, pinched it, twisted it, rubbed it with his thumb. She shivered, her breath quick under his fingers. "Get in the shower, pet," he said, releasing her and stepping back. She blinked and nodded her head. Carefully she slid down from the sink and slid past him, stepping into the shower. He was right behind her, and slid the curtain closed. She had barely stepped out of his way before he had hold of her arms and pushed her roughly up against the wall at the back of the shower, pinning her there as he took hold of her mouth with his own. His hands slid down her arms and released them, held her hips instead, and her hands lifted to drape around his neck, winding there and pulling him even closer to her. She knew that this would only make her wetter, more in need of her master's cock driving hard and deep into her...but she was good with that. Because once more, the reward was so much sweeter than the suffering. Trapped as she was between him and the shower wall, there was little she could do. Her hips arched forward against his thigh, however, humping his leg and whimpering into the kiss like a bitch in heat. She tried to stop, tried to still the movement, felt her cheeks warming in a way she knew had nothing to do with the heat of the shower...but she simply couldn't stop. She wanted him, needed him. It wasn't until his hand slid up and took hold of her neck, held her against the wall as he pulled back, that she was forced to stop. She stood there, panting heavily in the steamy air, looking at him. She knew that the desire, the aching need, was written plainly on her face, in the depths of her jade green eyes. "Kneel," he growled, grabbing her collar and putting a firm, steady downward pressure on it, encouraging her to obey. Not that the encouragement was necessary, for as soon as he spoke, she began to sink onto her knees on the shower floor. He let go of her collar as she settled in, her hands resting on her thighs, fingertips digging into them to keep from touching herself as she gazed lovingly, desperately up at him. "I'm horny, pet, and need to cum. But because you're not allowed, then I obviously can't slam you up against the wall and fuck you until you beg for mercy. And because I know how much you love sucking my cock...." He paused as a low, hungry moan rolled up out of her, and a darkly hungry look stole over his face. "I'm not entirely convinced that using your mouth won't make you cum before I do." She swallowed hard, looking up at him, tortured and dismayed by the torment, and struggling to maintain control, to focus on the goal, rather than the difficulties. But it was hard...so very, very hard. Almost as hard as the cock hovering so temptingly before her face. Her eyes dipped, drank it in for a moment as her tongue swept over her lips. She could almost taste him in that moment. Still, she forced her eyes to return to his face, struggled to push the thoughts out of her mind. All she succeeded in doing was switching to a different thought of him, like channel surfing through memories and fantasies, all of them revolving around him. She found him smiling at her, a wicked, devious little smirk. And a moment later she found out why as his hand moved to his rigid, throbbing cock and started stroking it. She nearly cried as her eyes followed his hand along the length of his flesh, and she moaned loudly, her whole body trembling. She could think of nothing more in that moment than it should be her mouth wrapped around him, kissing, sucking, licking slowly along the length of him. "Master," she moaned softly, her head tilting up toward him, but her eyes unable to tear away from the sight of his cock. "Please." "Yes, Pet?" She forced her eyes closed, squeezed them tightly, dug her nails into her thighs. The flash of pain did little to suppress the desire coursing through her, making her cunt pulse and throb with every beat of her heart. She opened her eyes, looked up into his face. "Please, Master, please...let me suck your cock. Please, this is too much, I can't handle it. Please!" "No. You may watch, nothing more," he said, his steely tone making it very clear to her that there was no more room for her pleas. She felt a sob welling up within her, choking her throat, making it hard to swallow, hard to breathe. Tears stung her eyes, and she blinked quickly several times to banish them before they could fall down her cheeks. But still she knelt there in the rolling steam of the shower, her body damp, her pussy dripping wet, the need a physical pain between her widely spread thighs. Her eyes remained focused on him, barely even blinking, watching his own hand -- why wasn't it her mouth?! -- bringing him closer and closer to the edge of cumming. After a few moments, he turned slightly, rested his forearm against the wall of the shower for support. She knew he was close, knew it wouldn't be long. She was right. Less than a minute later, he was cumming, the creamy evidence splashing against tiled shower wall. The tears finally fell, she couldn't hold them back any longer as the choking sob rose from within her, coupled with a sad, keening little wail of despair. Breathing heavily, he turned his head slightly and gazed down at her, though she was only vaguely aware of his stare. She was too focused on his cum, splattered on the wall, slowly beginning to drip down the tiles. He straightened up and reached out, softly stroking her head, petting her slowly. "You may have it if you wish, pet." Her head turned, looked up at him, excitement written on her face, clearly shining in her eyes. "Oh, thank you, Master!" she cooed. "Thank you!" She shifted around in the shower, then, facing the wall. Her hands rested on the ledge of the tub, and she leaned in, her tongue washing against the cool tile, sweeping over the largest splatter of her master's cum. She moaned loudly as she continued licking the wall, moving from place to place, cleaning it thoroughly. It didn't take long -- not nearly as long as she would have wished -- before the mess of his pleasure was all gone, and she whimpered as she went over the wall one last time, seeking any drop that she'd missed. Chuckling, he reached down and softly petted her silky hair. "That's enough, pet. I'm sure you've gotten it all." She was sure, too, but she licked the wall one last time, searching for any lingering taste of him. "Yes, Master," she said. "Come. It's time to get clean." The Shower I push open the bathroom door and a billowing wave of steam pours out of the room. You are in the shower, your back to me. I can barely discern your outline through the fogged glass. As the steam settles, however, my view happily improves. I can now see the profile of your body: the smooth lines of your legs, the softly-rounded globes of your ass, the gentle curves of your breasts. The sight of your succulent body keeps me riveted in place, my eyes locked on this unfolding scene, my arousal beginning to steadily grow. I watch you through the glass as the hot water cascades over you. Your hands slide gracefully along your curves, lathering your body, lingering in spots. Pausing as you reach your breasts, you cup them and run your hands over their flesh. Softly you caress their fullness and gently tease your nipples. Your head tossed back, you let the shower jets massage your body. I see you shifting your legs and I know -- I hope -- you are getting excited. As my erection grows, I fight the urge to throw caution to the wind. I am resolved to simply continue to watch. Leaving one hand to fondle your breasts, the other hand follows the warm streams of water as they flow down your body. Sensually, your hand crosses your stomach and approaches the junction of your thighs. As your fingers disappear between your legs, I hear a soft sigh over the shower's noise. I know from your moans that your hand had found your special spot. Although the steamy glass prevents a clear view, I watch as you stroke your body. Slippery hands, gliding across your body and into your hidden valley. Gentle hands, teasing your breasts and pleasing the inner reaches of your pleasure. I watch in silence, wishing my hands were your hands. As this unexpected show continues, my cock grows into a full-fledged hard-on. It practically throbs with each beat of my now-racing heart. I cannot resist the urge to unleash it, stroking its length in time with your movements. You are not yet aware of my presence. We continue to masturbate, you on one side of the shower glass and me on the other. As your hand increases in speed, so does mine, and we begin building toward our orgasms. I watch as you continue to administer to your body, dipping your fingers into your own wetness. Through the steam, I cannot be certain. But given the familiar sounds coming from the shower, I know you must be running your fingers over the outline of your clit. My cock in hand, I imagine the feel of the soft, warm folds of your lips as they envelope your fingers. I imagine how wet and luscious you are right now, as your fingers are sliding effortlessly into your sweetness. As I watch your hand move, your moaning increases in volume and tempo. I know you are approaching bliss as I, in my own world on the other side of the glass, grip my prick and continue to masturbate toward my own orgasm. I close my eyes and envision your lips wrapped around my length. My hand continues its travels up and down the length of my cock, stroking to this fantasy. As the water falls over you, your cries of pleasure fill the room completely. I close my eyes and prepare to finish myself off. I don't know if I made some noise, or if you just sensed someone in the room. But, in the moment, I don't really care. All I know is that the sound of the water stopping and the shower door opening causes me to stop mid-stroke. Before you even step out, you are greeted with the sight of me leaning against the bathroom sink, my shorts wrapped around my ankles, my cock still in hand. I become all the more embarrassed as you say nothing. You slowly take in this scene, brazenly staring at my body. At last, you break your silence. "You naughty boy," you say, half scolding, half teasing. "You were watching me, weren't you?" "Yes," I sputter. There is little else I can say. "Did I make you excited?" you coyly ask. It seems to be a silly question in light of my current state. I glance down at my still obvious arousal, and then look sheepishly back at you. "Well, well," you respond with an inviting smile, "what are we going to do about that?" Not waiting for my response, you reach to again start the water. I frantically step out of my shorts and kick off my shoes. I step into the shower as your turn around to face me. Reaching down, you purr approvingly as you take the length of my cock in your hands. Keeping your grip firmly on my manhood, you kiss me passionately. Your tongue meets mine, swirling together. Your kisses quickly increase in intensity. Playful bites pull my lips towards yours. Breathless nibbling against my ear. Forceful kisses along my neckline, certain to leave mark. Your mouth travels across my chest, where your tongue teasingly circles my nipples. Encouraged by my moans, your teeth gently bite my flesh, leaving me weak-kneed. Sensing my impatient desire, you elect to take a direct route down my body, crossing my stomach and arriving quickly at your goal. Your hand tilts my rigid length away from my body, and you slip its enlarged head into your waiting mouth. We groan in unison as your lips close around the crown of my cock. Opening my eyes, I look down. I am met by your gaze, looking up at me with lustful brown eyes. Without breaking eye contact, you slowly feed my shaft deeper into your mouth. More and more of my length disappears, until your mouth is filled with my hardness. Your hands are firmly on my ass, pulling me closer still. Your lips wrapped tight around the base of my shaft, I feel your tongue administering to the underside of my cock. Pleasure radiates across my crotch. You momentarily release your suction on me, stroking my throbbing cock with your hand and licking your lips as you continue staring into my eyes. I beg you to again give me your mouth. Without hesitation, you devour my cock. Your tongue lashes out and laps at the head, swirling around and around the crown. You stroke my length and squeeze the shaft. As you lick and kiss my tip, my erection, as well as your lips and chin, become coated with saliva. Your eyes close as your hands continue stroking me, and your tongue continues licking my slippery cockhead. Looking down, I see that one hand has traveled south, where your fingers are working furiously on your own desire. The sight of you pleasuring yourself while enjoying my cock excites me even more. I begin a pumping motion through your fingers, only to be held still by your tightening hand. Your grip makes it clear this is to be your blow job. You are in control, and I am not to do anything but stand still and enjoy it. You take hold my dick and lick along the shaft to my balls. Reaching the sac, you tickle them with your extended tongue. You lift my balls with your hand and gently suck them. I am forced to grab hold of the shower head to keep myself standing. My trembling legs testify to your talents. Slipping my erect organ again into your mouth, you begin a sliding motion up and down my length. As your mouth engulfs me, your tongue again swirls around my shaft, working me further into a frenzy. You are no longer looking into my eyes, content to instead concentrate on the hard cock in your mouth. My prick continues pistoning up and down between the oval of your lips. You cup and squeeze my balls, as if coaxing the cum from them. As I watch your head bob on my prick, I feel myself nearing eruption. "I'm gonna cum," I warn. My statement of the obvious only seems to encourage you. You must feel my cock swell as I near the edge. Spurned on, you plunge my cock in and out of your mouth, faster and faster, relying solely on your lips and tongue to deliver my pleasure. Your head becomes a blur at my crotch as you hunger to taste my release. At last, my body gives in to the inevitable. The force of my first spurt surprises you, coating the back of your mouth and covering the length of your tongue. You hold my shaft in your hand, your fingers detecting every convulsion of my erupting cock. Your lips are firmly wrapped around its swollen head, sucking greedily. Each convulsion is accompanied by another squirt of cum. Your suction leaves me breathless, as you milk the cum from my body, sucking and squeezing until you have pulled it all in, leaving me dry. I struggle to regain my senses as you noisily lick my cock clean. Eventually, you release me from the warmth of your mouth. Climbing back up my body, your lips reacquaint themselves with mine in a passionate embrace. The taste of myself on your lips and tongue keeps my arousal alive. Your own arousal is also readily apparent. Your nipples are erect as you rub yourself against my chest. They pop out towards me, as you increase the friction generated from our closeness. After several more deep kisses, I step back. I can no longer resist the urge to fondle and kiss your sensitive tits. Your chest heaves as first contact with my mouth is made. You cup your breasts in your palms, presenting them for my attention. I kiss the perimeter of each breast, working from one to the other. My lips take hold of your nipples, my tongue encouraging their erectness. Love bites cause you to coo with pleasure. Holding your breasts together, my tongue captures both your nipples in my mouth. You purr with delight as I suck them in. As you push your body towards me, I know your level of arousal is reaching new heights. I am eager to see how high we can go. Traveling down from your breasts, I leave a trail of caresses and kisses across your chest and stomach. On my knees, I reach the crest of your pleasure zone. Lifting one leg slightly, my mouth kisses around your inner thighs. Slowly, I work my way along the top of your thigh to the knee. Once there, my mouth moves slightly inward and begins a return route toward the junction of your thighs. Skirting your sweet spot once again, I move along the thigh of your other leg in a similar manner. Twice more I take this trip along your legs, each time approaching closer and closer to the center of your lust. With each passing journey your body responds as if starved for my touch. Unashamed, you press your womanhood to my face as I pass by, your body completely open as if it was an unwrapped gift. I see the glistening of your lips, moist with anticipation, inviting my further exploration. I continue kissing and licking, slowly working my way toward our shared goal. Your hips push outward, in search of my teasing tongue. My mouth moves away from you each time, only to return and tease again. Finally, to satisfy your impatient longing, I take hold of your ass cheeks and pull you closer. Together we adjust your body so that your wet, swollen desire is right before my eyes. You let out a long, guttural moan at the first contact of lips on lips. You allow your weight to rest of my open mouth. Extending my tongue, I begin probing your slit and lapping at your dripping wetness. My tongue like a soft spoon, I drag it along the length of your opening, savoring the sweet taste of your juices. I simply love your smell, your taste. As you hold my head in your hands, I give you long deliberate licks along your crevice. Your head tossed back, your body squirms in delight. Shifting your body ever so slightly, you place your clit on the tip of my tongue. Eager to return the pleasure you gave me, I begin an assault on the centerpiece of your lust. I take your bud lightly between my lips, rolling the roughness of my tongue across this bundle of nerves. As I gently pull on it, your wetness drenches my face. Alternating my approach, I dip my tongue far inside you. I then return to circle your clit and lick your sex lips. Lapping and tonguing, I continue to coax you toward a climax. Around and around I drive my tongue, licking, sucking, teasing, rolling, tasting your flowing honey. We both want you to come on my mouth. We both want to feel your walls tremble with pleasure, closing in around my tongue. Your breathing is rapid and I can sense your orgasm fast approaching. I tongue you with urgency, concentrating on your clit as you rock your body uncontrollably against my face. Your body is shuddering, and I struggle to maintain contact. As you near the edge, my hands take hold of your hips. Holding you tightly in place, my kisses deliver their final offering. Your body quakes as your climax washes over you, wave upon wave of pure satisfaction. Your hands cup the sides of my head, keeping my mouth and tongue centered on your lust. As your body trembles uncontrollably, the flow of your wetness overwhelms me with desire. I eagerly continue lapping and licking you, attempting to gather as much of your juice as possible. I press my mouth over you, hungrily sucking on you as your orgasm slowly subsides. Finally assured your climax is complete, I rest my head in the warm triangle of your crotch. After a minute or two, your still shaky body slides down to the shower floor to join me. Between gasping breaths, you kiss my lips, my face, my body. Your hands roam over me, finding my body is still very much excited by your touch and eager for more. Without saying a word, your lust-filled eyes convey your desire: you want me to enter you Standing up, you place your feet as wide apart as you can in the shower. Bent at the waist, you grab hold off the faucet handles for support. A most pleasant sight comes into view between your legs. My engorged cock twitches with desire. Holding my length in hand, I move up behind you. I rub the tip of my cock along your slit several times, coating it with your sweet lubrication. A jolt of pleasure flows through your body. We are both so aroused that even this simple action causes us to moan with lust. I continue teasing you for a few strokes more, until my own desire forces me to slip myself inside your folds. Slowly, I push forward and slide easily into your warm, wet confines. Instantly, I feel your vagina convulse around me, squeezing my member tightly. Your body again shudders with pleasure, as yet another orgasm follows upon the last. I pause briefly, allowing your body to adjust to the size of my shaft. You look back at me, a look that tells me you want to be fucked. I too am beside myself with desire. Holding your hips steady, I begin the rhythm we both enjoy so much. The slap of my skin against yours provides our soundtrack. My balls spank against you with each thrust. After just a few moments, you are muttering unintelligibly. The only thing clear is your insatiable lust. Each time I pull my cock out, your folds grip me tightly and provide new stimulation for your clit. To keep some semblance of control, I slow our pace. I withdraw until only my head remains inside you, wait a second, and then reverse direction and plunge back into your warmth. From my vantage point, I have the pleasure of watching my length travel in and out of your body. Even in the wet shower, my cock is glistening with your moistness. I see your sticky lips clinging to my shaft as he pulls away from your insides. The sight of my hard cock wrapped by your flesh brings me ever closer to the edge. Leaning forward, I reach for your breasts. Cupping your breasts from behind, I tease your erect nipples between my fingers. As I tweak your buds, my cock continues to fully fill your wetness. I can feel you thrusting back against me, eager to meet my movement. Your insides tighten around me. My hands leave your breasts and travel across your stomach to your swollen pussy. My fingers explore, searching for your clit. Quickly found, I begin massaging you ever quicker toward orgasm. I match the actions of my fingers to the thrusting of our hips, pushing us closer a shared climax. The hot flow of water from the shower splashes across your back, running down your spread legs. Suddenly, there is no turning back. You begin pushing yourself harder and faster back onto my cock. I feel my balls tighten as they get ready to release my cum into you. Faster and faster and faster we move, until we reach our ultimate velocity. We simply cannot possibly fuck any faster. With a animal-like scream, I give a final thrust up your tunnel. My prick extends as far inside you as it can. my balls tighten and spray the first jet of cum inside you. Your orgasm hits as you feel my cum paint your inner walls. Your legs shake uncontrollably, and I tighten my grip about your waist to hold you up. With each pulse of my prick, I can feel the grip of your walls clinching my flesh. The once-warm water has begun to cool, but it has done nothing to quell our passion. Reluctantly, I remove my cock from you, allowing you to stand upright. You turn to face me and we embrace. Your hand reaches for my dwindling cock, gently squeezing a final dollop from it. Our shared orgasm slowly fades into sweet memory. The Shower Note: My sweet and I have been internet chatting and lately talking about showering together. In another plane of existence (my imagination) we finally had our first shower together this morning. So later I wrote her a note to refresh her memory. ------------------------------------------- I heard your car pull up so I was at the door and opened it as your hand went up to knock. When you stepped in you had that same smile as in your picture, maybe a little more nervous. I gave you a big hug. BRRR I'm barely dressed and your coat is COLD! And I'm kissing you lightly on the lips and cheeks as I try to help you take it off, but I have to take a step back. "Does it seem kind of silly for you to drive all this way for a shower?" "Shhhhhhhh" is all you respond with. Oh yes, we made two rules for your visit. No talking and no sex. Of course anything can be interpreted in many ways, but we'll work that out. So I take your hand and lead you back to the shower. Stilettos for a shower! No wonder we were eye to eye with each other when hugging. In the washroom you get a look at the shower and you're smiling now. Who wouldn't? The shower is actually a room about as big as a walk-in closet. When you let me design something you get the max. It has two showers in it - one is a regular shower but with several body sprays on the wall and the other is a hand-held. There's a tiled bench to sit on. Almost everything you could think of except little hooks or whatever they're called to fasten cuffs or restraits to. We're not playing that game today anyhow. I reach in and turn on the water so it will warm up while we get ready. So now a bigger hug, a more lingering kiss and I start removing your first piece of clothing. As I get it off I kiss your neck, your jaw, your ear, around to the back and up the other side - ear, jaw, neck. Plus my hands are all over you, making that clothing eager to come off. Another thing off - your bra and I bend over and mouth your nipple while holding your breast up with my hand. I have to tongue all around it and where breast and chest meet, that seam or crack is my favorite. Then I work myself around back of you, holding your breasts as I kiss your back and do other things with my mouth - how do you describe those things? Little blowing and sucking things all the way around you. A few more articles of clothing and I'm kneeling in front of you, trying to kiss you and lick you while you're standing there wearing only those stilettos. Finally you lean on my shoulders and pick up one leg, then the other as I remove your shoes. Now you're naked to the world, or to me at least. Yum! I could just eat you up standing in front of me. And I give it a good try. I love a woman who moans like that. Because I am kneeling I have to guide you with my hands to turn you around for me to get your backside. Hmmmm, I love putting my face in there while pulling you into me with my hands going around your hips! Now it's my turn, and it goes a lot faster because I'm only wearing a few articles of clothing. Just as much fun though because now you have more things you can do - you have the hug and kiss and also the mammary rub you can do to me, and it's so delicious! You were kneeling in front of me when I had to help you get my waist band over my erection and the smile you gave me when you finally saw it will be with me forever, one of the top 10 moments of my life. I'm so glad you wanted to play with it, he needed a little r&r all on his own. Everything you're doing feels so good, rubbing it with your hands, rubbing it over your face and nose, stroking, oh I need this! After who knows how long I take your hands and pull you up and we step into the shower. I've been looking forward to playing with the handheld. Set it to pulsing and see the girl moan, that's my new game. Sarah Silverman said if you ever want sparkling clean tits take a shower with your boyfriend and that's working for you. I probably soaped the girls up and rinsed them off 10 times. I'm pretty thorough, soaping up and rinsing off every part of your body. We have to take turns sitting - and standing - on the bench for each other, frontways and backwards. The no sex rule almost got tested when you were kneeling with your elbows on the bench. But it was just a rub, my toys against your toys with help from both my fingers and your fingers. Oh! Oh! Oh! It's always over too soon, but after you've done everything 3 times it's time to get out. I've got a big towel ready and I won't let you dry yourself. I pat you down gently and then dry myself quickly. It's too bad you need to get dressed and go to work. I sure can think of ways we can play for hours more. There's not really much fun in putting clothes back on, but it has to be done. And out the door, till next time. The Shower The steam began to softly boil over the top of the shower, while I gathered my things before getting in. Wishing I was getting ready to really see you tomorrow, not just another Friday with the girls. "It just doesn't seem that much fun for some reason tonight." I thought to myself holding up a fresh pair of sexy panties as I rustled thought my panty drawer. The bathroom's temperature heated to a welcoming sauna and the mirrors glazed with seductive wetness as droplets raced down to that finish line at the bottom. I dropped my panties to the floor, thinking of the words you so easily teased me with earlier in the day. The words of seduction, lust, want, hunger. Your words of sex pounding in my head like your heartbeat, it felt so good to have another man say such things. I have flirted with friend's husbands and they with mine, but nothing like this, always knowing it was all in good fun and would never lead to anything, but this, this was lust at it's best. Playing with me, teasing me, taunting me, leaving me wanting more. Knowing that it could be so easy to meet. Knowing that temptation was knocking at my door. I should have never opened that box, I hid so long ago. Should of never looked for it's key. "But, God it feels too good!!!!" a smile, soft and lustful glairs back at me as that wicked little voice whispers at me as I wipe that seductive wetness from that mirror. The warm steam beckons me. It's long fingers motion me to enter it's warmth. I can not refuse it's call, it's plea. I step in the shower, warm steam surrounds me, envelops me. It's body blankets me as I stand under the hot water. Running over my body, stinging but titillating me, I can't think, those words softly whispering, seducing, teasing, taunting, titillating me over and over in my head from this man I've never even seen. The soap, it's perfume fills my nose, rushes of lavender dance in side my head. How the lightly purple colored soap slides silky over my body, my mind wishing it were your hands, sliding over every inch, hitting places and bringing them to life. Skimming, drifting, how it slithers over every inch of my silky sun kissed skin. I can't resist, I reach and take that glimmering sliver showerhead from it's resting place. Sliding down the cool tiled side wall of the shower, stopping at the corner bench, I raise my right leg and rest it on the opposite bench. Arching my back and sink into a better position. Hot water stinging my body as if it were a thousand fingers. I lower my hand gliding it over my leg, snaking it up my satiny calf to my firm thigh. Breath deepens at the thought of your words, your touch, of you. Skipping up to my begging breast, roaming over them. My nipples hard and erect. The lightest touch sends waves of tingles thought out my body. How they ache for your touch. Embracing my shoulder, my mind wanders to you, wishes it were your arms wrapped around me. Caressing me, cuddling me. Up to my neck, fingers moving stiff, rigid, sharply. My long Burgundy Flirt painted nails leaving small red lines, trails of wanton pleasure in my skin. Long auburn hair forms into a forked tail down my shoulder as ribbons of water serpentine downward. My mind racing, my heart beating so loud I can hear it as my other hand holds that sliver showerhead at that spot, God should of never gave a woman. Breath deep, slow, forced as my chest rises and falls. Hot, sinful, immoral, corrupt water fondles. Blood fills me, clit so hard and unyielding. Teased, titillated, taunted by you, this sliver man shining between my legs. Fingers waltz as you lead. Pleasure gorges my body. Hips sway to your dance. This slow, dreamy, sensual waltz you have me seductively waltzing to. Moans of sheer delight loft in the steamy lavender filled air. Your words whispering to me. Faint whispers of every word you typed. Every letter dripping in your sex. "Mmmm... Take me now, Oh God, take me now," my mind pleads. "Ohhh... yessss... Mmmm...Hmmm..." The words ring over the patter of falling water that misses my lust stricken body to the shower floor. Words I hunger to say to you in the heat of passion. My dark fawn eyes closed in ecstasy. Breath held not able to flee my body. Tingles, chills, thrills flood, overwhelm my body. Pulses of thick white creamy nectar flow. My fingers glide to my lips, taste the rewards of your seduction. My mind drenched just as my body of you. God you make me feel so good! Mind flashes, "Do I make him feel the same way..." The Shower All day at work all Diane could think about was getting home to Bill. He had been out of town for over two months on business. Bill got home last night after spending over fourteen hours jumping on and off planes so he could get home in time for her birthday. Diane knew last night that he was exhausted because as soon as he finished his shower, he fell in the bed and was asleep in minutes. Two months was a long time for a hyper sexual woman to be without her man. She lay there watching him sleep and thinking how lucky she was to have such as wonderful man in her life. Not only was he a great provider, but he was sexy as hell too for a man at the ripe old age of forty-six. Bill worked out and it showed in his physic. Muscular, broad shoulder, slight sloping T-shape chest, a slight punch but on him it was sexy. His butt was something that women who were butt lovers dreamed about, two prefect grapefruit size ass cheeks with the deepest dimples on the side. Bill's cock was average but how he used it was amazing and never failed to satisfy Diane completely. Now Diane was no slough either for a forty-four year old woman. She was 5'9', with the prefect wine goblet size 36C breasts and a small rounded tummy because very few women over thirty had a flat stomach. Diane had a nice rounded ass too thanks to Pilates exercises. She loved everything about her man, but what she loved most was devouring his cock whether with her pussy or her mouth. The thought of his dick, hard and throbbing in her cunt or between her lips, made her clit stand to full attention and cunt juices flow. So today at work all Diane wanted to do was get home to her man to show him how much she wanted and needed him in her life and between her legs. Diane entered the house through the kitchen door which was just off the master bedroom in the back of the house. She knew Bill was home. The evidence was dirty dishes in the sink and the shower running in the master bath. It was at that moment that Diane decided to show her guy just how much he meant to her. She quietly walked into the bedroom and to her surprise her man had plans for her. In one corner of the room was a table with two long stem roses, one red and one white, on a black linen tablecloth with a candle lit dinner for two and soft music playing in the background. Diane smiled mischievously and went over to blow out the candles. She took the dinner back to the kitchen, placing it in the warmer over the oven for later because after she was through with Bill, he would need that meal to restore his nourishment. Diane went back to the bedroom stripping off her work clothes on the way. She slipped into the bathroom unnoticed by Bill who was standing in the shower with water running down his back. He was facing the wall so he didn't see Diane walk in. She quietly opened the shower door and slipped inside sliding her hands around his waist and pressing her naked body up against his back. He jumped and then relaxed when he recognized her scent apples and cinnamon. "She always smells like apple pie and what red blooded male didn't like apple pie," Bill thought to himself. He started to turn but she pressed against him and slid her hands up his chest, cupping his shoulders and pressing slightly. She rose up on tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "No, don't turn around yet. I have plans for you." Bill relaxed and smiled because he knew that if Diane has plans for him, it was something that he was going to enjoy. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing against his back while she began to kiss a path down his back, her hand squeezing and caressing his muscular arms. Her tongue licked a water droplets on his shoulder blades down the center of his back to the curve of his butt cheeks. Her teeth nibbled on the taught skin and licked water. Tasting her man was was erotic to her that the juices from her cunt glistened on her lips. She continued her oral assault on Bill's body from behind. Diane's hands followed the path her lips and teeth took. She kneeled down and with her lips sucked first one butt cheek and then the other. Her tongue swirled in slow circles with her teeth lightly raking across his naked ass cheeks. Bill moaned his pleasure, but kept still knowing that Diane loved exploring his body. Meanwhile, Diane's hands slid down to his thighs with her nails raking light circles up and down them. Her lips found the crack of his ass and blew warm puffs of air as she licked on either side of his sphincter. She slid down further angling her head and capturing first one testicle and then the other in her mouth, sucking and bathing them with her tongue. Diane moaned and the vibrations sent a new and unexpected thrill through Bill. She felt his ball sac tighten and knew that it was filling with cum. Not wanting to miss one drop of his nectar, with one quick motion she twisted around and released his balls. Her tongue licked from his ball sac to his blood engorged head and back down. Diane repeated this fucking motion again, but bounced her tongue like a vibrator against the underside of his cock. Her mouth closed around the head as she looked up into Bill's face. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, and breathing deeply. The sight of him made the walls of her cunt spasm in an orgasm. There was something powerful about giving her lover pleasure that sent her over the edge every time with her cunt walls twitching in orgasm. Diane continued to mouth fuck Bill's cock, up and down, stroking the length with her tongue, slowly working his cock into the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat muscles to take him as deep as she could without gagging. Then she let his cock slide back out. The rhythm was slow at first, slow and steady as she began to taste more pre-cum leaking from his hole. She slid his cock out until just the head was resting against her lips, swirling her tongue around and around the head and then swallowing his dick back down her throat until her face was pressed against his stomach. Inch by inch Diane swallowed his cock deep into her throat letting him slide back out of her mouth. She repeated the deep throating one, two, three times. Diane felt Bill's body trembling. His hands cupped her head as he seated his cock deep in her throat. The first squirt of his cum hit the back of her throat. Diane gagged and pulled back to catch loads of his juices as his body spasmed. She swallowed large, creamy, salty, slick loads of his cum. Diane swallowed all of it not wanting to lose a drop of Bill's ambrosia. Bill caught his breath and looked down at Diane. His hand stroked her wet hair from her face. He smiled at her. "My God, woman, the things you do to me!" She gave a deep throaty laugh and smiled back up at him. "This girl is always thinking of ways to please her man." Bill laughed straddling her legs. He kneeled down pulling her legs up and over his shoulders as his lips kissed a path to her dripping wet cunt. Diane was moaning and bucking up and down because she knew what was about to happen and just thought of Bill's tongue flicking in and out of her cunt. As his fingers stroked her G-spot, it sent an uncontrollable shiver through her body. He licked and nibbled the inside of first one thigh and then the other repeating the torture. Diane was moaning, her hands pulling at his head trying to get his head between her legs to her hot cunt. Bill was not having any of it. He wanted to lick her quite thoroughly and surprise her like she surprised him. "Baby, let me feel your tongue on my twat," Diane moaned, and at that moment Bill slid his finger into her tight sphincter as he parted her lips and his tongue rubbed against her throbbing clitoris. She grasped, her legs tighten around his head, her hand squeezing his head. His tongue was preforming miracles on her honey hole. Diane was panting, bucking up and down, and squeezing and pinching her erect nipples in rhythm to his cunnilingus. Bill felt her body tremble. Her legs started to spasm as Diane reached her climax, and she squirted vaginal juices in his mouth and face. Bill licked and sucked every drop while his hands stroked up and down her trembling legs as she came down from orgasmic release. Bill slid back up her body, and Diane could feel his rock hard dick on her thigh en route to her wet cunt. Chest to breast thigh to thigh and in a flash he flipped her over, pulled her up on her knees, and in one quick thrust plunged his cock into her cunt. Fucking doggy style, the water beating down on their hot bodies was the most erotic feeling for Diane. She was bucking back against him while he thrust deeply into her. In and out, out and in, the pace was fast, furious, hot, and incredible. Bill and Diane were grunting from the exertions. His hands were wrapped around her wrist using her as leverage to send them both over the edge into orgasmic abyss. Diane thought that Bill's cock grew with each thrust, and her cunt tightened in response, feeling her lover's dick rubbing against her G-spot so furiously. Bill could feel his balls tighten as he watched his cock slide in and out of her clinching pussy. Suddenly, their bodies tensed, Bill's cock exploded, and Diane's cunt burst sending them off into climactic bliss. The Shower Grimaulkin grinned as he saw Ben slam his fist into a man's face. Blood spurted from the wound, not as high or as wide as Hollywood could make it. Blood didn't spatter like that in real life. The man stumbled and fell back against the wall, putting both hands against it to steady himself. Ben stepped back, calm as could be. Ben knew that some street fighters, at the sight of their own blood, would be either coldly angry or charge at him like a bull. This was one of the latter. With a roar, he went at Ben, who easily sidestepped him and slammed a fist hard into the man's kidneys, most probably rupturing them. The man fell sideways, howling. Ben then leapt on him, and began beating the man into unconsciousness. The more blows Ben rained upon the man, the more Grim felt himself harden in his pants. Watching his lover "work" always made him horny. To know that this man with such strength and power, could express so much tenderness to him, this made him both proud and hot. Finally, Ben rose from the still form of the bloodied man, his arm raised in victory. The crowd began exchanging their money, and Ben got his cut from his handler. He turned to see Grim standing alone in the crowd, his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels, with a boyish smile on his face. Ben's heart swelled at seeing his boyfriend; and another part of his anatomy threatened to swell also. However he kept it under control by taking off the bloodstained chains wrapped around his arms and hands. Grim came over. "You made quick work of him. I expected a couple of rounds." "I was in a hurry," Ben said, and kissed Grim lightly on the mouth. "Oh? For the shower afterward?" Both men grinned at each other. Both men knew exactly what this meant, and both of them were looking forward to it. Again, Ben bent down and kissed him, this time with a little more passion. "You know it." Grim licked Ben's lip and stepped back. He glanced at Ben and smiled, both of them had raging erections. They walked the two blocks home, hand in hand. Once inside the door, clothes came off willy-nilly, flying everywhere. Grim's shirt ended up balled under the TV. Ben's pants in a pool at the bottom of the steps. Kissing and fondling, they found their way up the stairs to the bathroom, and there things began in earnest. They slowed down, Ben caressing Grim's back, and Grim rubbing his erection against Ben's abs, and his stomach against Ben's manhood. Finally, they parted, both knowing each other very well now. No words were needed between them anymore. They both seemed to just know. Ben gently pushed Grim into the huge shower, and Grim grabbed the soap-on-a-rope. Grim got the water going, dodging out of the way of the initial cold spray. Ben climbed into the shower. Grim turned and faced him, then took down the shower head, since it was a hand-held one. He sprayed Ben all over, put the showerhead back. Grim then proceeded to suds Ben up. It was more than Ben could take. With a low growl, he grabbed a hold of the back of Grim's head and kissed him savagely. Grim opened his mouth, happy to receive him, as the Ben initially took over entirely. Grim surrendered, and then Ben slowed down on the kiss. His hand moved to grasp Grim's hard manhood. Grim moaned in the kiss, and Ben pulled his head away. He began to kiss along Grim's jaw. He liked the stubble under his tongue, as it felt like sandpaper. Ben settled his head against Grim's neck then kissed it and started sucking slowly. In the same rhythm, he stroked Grim. However, it soon became apparent that Grim was thrusting into his hand. Ben looked down to see Grim's cock disappear in his hand for a moment, only to reappear at a thrust, its angry purple head huge in his hand. Ben whipped Grim around, so he was facing the wall. He wanted to see himself stretch Grim. Grim put his hands on the wall and stood in a spread-eagle position. Ben wrapped an arm around Grim's chest. He kissed and nibbled the back of his neck, while his hand in the front searched and found his nipple. His other hand reached up and Grim and Ben entwined their fingers on the shower tile. Grim tilted his butt up. Ben let his cock rest in the crack, but feeling Grim move up and down on it brought him to another frenzy. "What you do to me..." Ben said, and began preparing Grim for entry. He inserted one finger into Grim's rectum, eliciting a huge moan. He thrust it in and out for a while, and then added another. Grim moved on his fingers, his muscles clenching. Ben then tilted himself down, angling himself over the opening. Grim felt the fingers removed and something much bigger knock at his entry. When Ben entered just his head, he cried out. At the same time, Ben was stroking him harder, faster. All these feelings were enough to send him over the edge. He screamed, lifting his head up sharply. Ben leaned into Grim, holding him tightly as Grim shot a load against the wall. Ben chuckled, a gentle laugh, and kissed Grim's neck. "Here we go," he said huskily, and pulled mostly out, then thrust hard back in, shoving Grim into the wall. It didn't take long, before Ben growled low in Grim's ear, and his body clenched. Grim moaned, feeling him expand, and then fill him. Ben kept holding Grim close as he released deep inside him. Then, the water grew icy cold. With a cry, both men jumped out of the shower, separating from each other. Laughing, Ben recovered first, while Grim grinned and threw him a towel. Ben laughed, "Need a bigger water heater, that happens every time!" The Shower We just finished moving into our brand new dream house, and the last of the furniture is finally all set up. We both need a shower and I am dying to try out our fancy new steam shower. Our master bath is more room than bath. We each have our own private sink and toilet, for privacy, but the bathrooms share the shower and large Roman style tub large enough to swim in. I took your hand and lead you up the stairs to the bedroom. "Strip down lover, and meet me in the shower." I lean in to kiss you, playing my tongue over your lips and trail my hand down your hot body to your cock. I cup your balls and rub my hand up and down a little, feeling you harden with my teasing. I love touching your cock and hearing you groan, but I force myself to pull away, pulling my short sundress over my head as I walk toward the bathroom, making sure you get a good long look at my naked body. I can feel my pussy start to pulse a little, knowing you're watching me. I turn the water on in the shower and let it run hot, filling the glass room with steam. I step inside and let the hot rain fall over my body, instantly hardening my rosy pink nipples into hard pebbles. I turn around and let the water wet my long hair, eyes closed. I hear you slip inside the shower and walk up to me. When I open my eyes, you kiss me, pushing me up against the hard marble wall of the shower, your hands roaming over my breasts, my flat stomach, my hips and my inner thighs. I moan into your mouth, and suck on your hot tongue. I wrap my hands in your hair, pulling you closer, and wrap one leg over your hip. "Take me, now!" I groan in your neck, kissing my way to your ear, and sucking the lobe in my mouth. I hear you chuckle, and pull away a bit. "I want to make you cum for me first baby girl." Before I can say another word, you're kneeling in front of me, and you pull both of my legs over your shoulders, so that you and the rock wall are supporting my weight. I grab onto the bars along the shower wall we installed just for this. "Ohhh, yes!" I cry out when I feel your hot tongue drag up my warm slit and tease my swollen clit. You suck it into your mouth and flick your tongue, pulling my hips closer to your open mouth. I can't stop the moans from escaping me feeling you torture my clit like that. It won't take too long for me to cum that way. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" My hips are moving against your face. I can feel the tremors start, and my legs begin to shake as I moan over and over again as your suck rhythmically on my engorged clit. Your fingers send me over the edge when you slip one and then another into my tight pussy. You pull away from my clit and look up at me, "Come for me darlin...come for me." "Don't stop!" I gasp, arching my back and pulling your fingers deeper inside me. My orgasm rocks through my whole body, making me gasp and cry and moan uncontrollably. I can feel my pussy sucking and squeezing your fingers inside me, and the motion of your fingers only keeps me going, pushing my orgasm higher and higher. "Oh...Oh...God! Fuck!" I shriek when you put your mouth back on my pulsing clit and suck it hard into your mouth, rubbing your fingers inside me at the same time. "OOHHHH...DON'T STOP!" I scream, tossing my head from side to side as I squirt my juices into your mouth, rocking my hips with your fingers in the biggest orgasm of my life. My whole body is shaking now, and I can barely breath. "Please, now...take me now!" I moan, pulling your head away from my crotch with one hand. Your face is covered in my juices. "I want you on our new bed, Kitten." You stand, letting my still shaking legs fall away from your body. Quickly you scoop me up and carry me to our King size bed. I pull you down with me, kissing you. I can taste myself on your tongue. Your cock is hard against my stomach, thick and long. My body aches to feel you slide inside me. I roll you over and straddle your hips, taking your hard cock in my hands. The head of your cock is huge, swollen and purple. I tease it with my fingers, running my other hand up and down on your cock firmly. I look you in the eyes, and smile slowly. I reach down between my own legs and gather up some of my juices. Very slowly I let it drip down your throbbing cock so that you are soaked in a combination of my juices and your pre-cum. "That's so hot...fuck baby...I need you!" You groan, pulling me farther up your body so that I am straddling your cock, which is laying against your stomach. Slowly I run my pussy up and down the underside of your throbbing cock, teasing us both. "I need inside you!" You growl, kissing me hard on the mouth. Slowly I move your cock so it's pointing straight up, and sink my body down on your thick pole, groaning as I feel you slide deep inside me, filling me up. Your breath catches in your throat, and I moan as we begin to move in a dance as old as time itself. We start out slowly, and move faster and faster, harder and harder, our bodies slapping against each other, grinding and pulling back, slamming up and down over and over again, until we both are moaning over and over again, so close to the edge. "Touch me...touch me." I cried out, slamming my pussy down on your thick cock. My clit explodes when your fingers start rubbing frantically, and I scream, tossing my head back, rocking uncontrollably through my orgasm. My pussy spasms on your hard cock, repeatedly, sending you over the edge, growling and hissing your own pleasure as you explode deep inside me, shooting your cum in spurts over and over again. Eventually we both slow our movement, shaking and moaning as little aftershocks rock through our bodies. Slowly I sink down onto your chest, resting my head against your shoulder, breathing hard. You run your hands down my back and ass, sending little orgasmic spasms through my whole body, making me cry out against your neck. I can feel you still semi-hard inside me, pulsing gently. "Let me know when you're ready for round two baby. We have the rest of the house to explore each other in." "I swear you're going to kill me." I groan, unable to move. We both start laughing and start again. The Shower "Be sure to wash your back," Mom said as I headed to the bathroom for a shower. "I'll wash it for you if you like." How was that going to work, I thought. Is she going to get in the shower with me? "I won't look," she said. "You're a grown man now. Don't worry." Yeah, right. Then why does she need to wash me? And how will she soap down my back without looking, anyway? What if her hands went the wrong way? Is she going to be in there naked with me? I wanted to say yes so bad it hurt. But was this real? "Go ahead and get in, I'll be there in a minute." she gestured toward the shower door. I still don't know why, but I said, "Ok." The water poured over me as I stood there, nervous. I was just finishing high school. Never had a girlfriend, never been kissed. It's true that I thought about girls all the time, my sheets were wet every night with my cum. It wasn't just school girls I fantasized about either. Many nights I thought about Mom. How she'd bend over to say goodnight, almost showing me her breasts. How she had sat on my bed next to me, her hand around my waste, touching my thigh and almost stroking my ass. And I'd masturbated countless times thinking of having sex with her. But this was different. I figured she'd only see my butt, it couldn't be so bad. And, what if...? The shower curtain slid open. I heard her feet land on the wet floor behind me. "Here's a washcloth, honey," she said, handing it to me. I held it under the spray. She reached past me to grab the soap from the dish. The quick glimpse I caught told me she was naked. A shiver went up my spine, and I started to get erect. I held the washcloth behind me, and she took it. Next I felt her hand on my shoulder. The slight roughness of the cloth and the cleansing feel of the soap felt good, but there was something strange in the way she moved her hand. Slow, gentle, like she wanted it to last a long time. I stayed still and let her do it, a gnawing feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. Slowly her strokes moved down, to the middle of my back, then lower. I wondered if she would wash more of me than she said she would. Part of me hoped so. Mom's hand then gently scrubbed up my right side, and then she touched my chest. "Can I keep going?" she said. "Yes," I said, my head still swimming in uncertainty. She moved her hand down over my body, and reached my hips, then my ass. "You should clean really well down here," she said. Her strokes felt more like loving caresses than scrubbing, and I felt sure this was going somewhere very wild. She continued, "You should let me wash you more often. Will you do that?" I was terrified of her seeing my erection, but at the same time I wanted badly to show it to her. "Yes," I said. "why not?" Then I felt both of Mom's hands stroking my hips, slowly moving forward toward my cock. "Will you let me wash here?" she said. "I'll bet you're really dirty down there." My breathing got heavy, and I felt something against my back. It was Mom's breasts. Her soapy hands reached around between my legs and she started to stroke below my balls. Her fingers probed my sacs, then with her left hand touching one ball, her right hand grabbed my erection and moved slowly up toward the tip. "You have to keep this clean, honey," she said. Her touch was exciting. It was so wrong, but I was so starved for sex and I'd dreamed about Mom for so long I didn't care - she seemed to want this too, so who was I to say no? Her hands let go of me, and in reaction, I turned around to see why. Now, I didn't give a thought to her seeing my erection. She stood there, her naked body inches from me. The blonde hair, green eyes just like mine, her youthful face that didn't look forty-something at all. And her body. She had modestly sized, but beautifully shaped tits, small dark nipples, which stood hard before me. Her hips were voluptuously curved, the focal point being a dark bush hiding the place I came out of. Mom was sexy, and I wanted her. She handed me the washcloth and the soap. "Your turn," she said. I started with her shoulders. She raised her arms and I followed down her side, and slowly, nervously moved my hand toward her breast. She took the washcloth away. "You don't need that," she said. I was shaking as I stroked her breast. It was soft, yet firm, and I wanted so bad to feel it in my mouth, to suck it. I stroked her other breast the same way, pausing to feel the hardness of her nipple. Mom's eyes closed and she took in a deep breath. I caressed her belly, then ran both hands along her hips, drinking in the electrical charge I felt being there with her. And then I ran one hand toward her bush. The hair felt just like mine. Her legs parted slightly, and I reached lower. Feeling heat, I started to pull away but she grabbed my hand and pressed it into her vulva. "Like this," she said, moving my hand in a slow, small swirl. Her eyes closed again and her head tilted back a little. And I felt her hand on my erection, squeezing hard. I didn't want to cum yet, and pulled away. She seemed to have the same thought. She picked up the soap, put it in my hand, and said, "Here, wash my back." I waited for Mom to turn around, but she didn't. I reached around her waist and began stroking the small of her back, our bodies moving close. In a full embrace, I stroked her back. As she breathed, her breasts heaved against my chest, my erection firmly planted against Mom's belly. Her arms were around my neck, and I felt her breath in my ear. I moved both hands down to slowly stroke her ass. I loved the smooth, round feel of it. I thought about all the times I'd looked at Mom's ass and how it seemed so sexy, and now it was mine. I squeezed it. She whispered, " I think we're clean enough now, honey. Turn off the water." She toweled off my body, then handed me a towel to dry her with. It seemed to be over, but I wanted it to go on. I searched her face for a sign that she wanted more, too. I'd already gotten more than I could ever hope for. Was it enough? We threw our towels in the hamper, and found ourselves naked together, there in the small bathroom. Before I could formulate the question on my mind, Mom's hand slipped around my waste and she led me out of the bathroom, to her bed. Without a word, she lay down and waited, a twinkle in her eyes. I climbed onto the bed and lay beside her, facing her. Still unsure, I waited for her to make the next move. She whispered, "Do you think about me when you play with yourself?" I was astonished at the question, and couldn't speak. She put her hand on my thigh. "I know you play with yourself practically every night. I'm you mother, I make your bed and change your sheets." she was smiling, and somehow I wasn't embarrassed. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," she went on. "Everybody does it. I do it." "Do you ever think of me when you do it?" I asked, my voice shaky. "Yes." My erection hardened, and her fingers reached it and gently caressed it. "I do think of you. A lot." "Really?" "Yes. I know it's wrong. But after that shower it seems kind of ok." "Because now you know I want it, too?" she said. "I guess so." "Then, come here." She took my hand and pulled me toward her. I climbed over and lay above her, my legs pressing against hers. "What do you want first? My boobs?" "Yes." "Good. Suck them, like when you were a baby." I slowly lowered myself until my lips were almost touching her breast. My erection pressed against her thigh, giving me a rush. Softly, my lips caressed Mom's breast, feeling the softness and smoothness, and coolness of her skin. I felt her nipple stiffen, and took it into my mouth. Involuntarily, I sucked hard, drawing her flesh in. Her back arched and she breathed deeply. I felt her hand on the back of my head, softly running her fingers through my hair. "My baby!" she whispered. I let go of her breast and started kissing the soft flesh of her belly. There was something deeply comforting and maternal there, I licked and kissed every inch. She was warm, tender, and soft. Again, she held my head, pressing me against her. Briefly, I looked up to see her face. Her eyes were slits, she seemed lost in pleasure. I moved lower, toward her vulva. She moved her legs apart, as if to signal me to do anything I wanted. I was still scared of what I was doing, but I couldn't stop. I kissed her warm thighs, then started probing for her sex. She reached with her hand and moved the hair and the lips aside, exposing her delicate pink button and the moist flesh surrounding it. I licked it, and she writhed. I probed with my tongue, feeling for the opening I knew must be there. The opening I came out of eighteen years ago. And I found it. Deep, hot, and wet, my tongue seemed to disappear within, and I stroked as much as I could. Mom was rolling, moaning. "Stop!" she whispered hoarsely. Was this it? Had she come to her senses and decided to put an end to it? "I don't want to cum yet. Come here." She reached out her hands. "I want to hold you first." We lay naked in tight embrace. She kissed my neck, then my cheek. She'd kissed me many times before, but not like this. Always like mother and son. Then I remembered one time a few months ago when she did kiss me that way. Everyone had gone to bed except her. She had been in the family room, and I got up to get a drink of water. She'd just turned off the TV, as if she didn't want me to know what she'd been watching. I noticed that her nipples were erect under her thin nightie, and thought to myself that I'd have something to masturbate about later. We exchanged a few words, and she said, "Goodnight," putting an arm around my waste in a way that made me a little uncomfortable, and kissing my cheek like she was doing now. And she was stroking my ass, squeezing my cheeks. "I can't believe I made such a handsome, sexy young man," she whispered. "Thanks. I guess it's 'cause you're so sexy yourself." "Why, thank you, sweetie. You really mean that?" "Of course!" She looked at me with limpid eyes, her lips parted. "Look, I know what's happening, and it isn't right. But I really don't care. I've been craving this for a long time. And if you do too, then why not do it? I mean, who's it going to hurt? We both want it. It's consensual, you're an adult. I won't tell anyone, and I know you won't tell anyone. Right?" "No, of course not." "Then let's fuck." My cock became rock hard, digging into her belly. She reached around behind my neck and pulled me down, her lips crushing against mine. She kissed me with animal passion, and it completely freaked me out at first, but when she relaxed a little and her kiss became more warmly passionate, something clicked inside me and it started feeling good. Totally wrong, but good; good because it was wrong. "Put it in me," she said. "Please." "It's so weird. I came out of there, and I want to go back in and cum inside you. I don't know why." "Exactly. I remember every detail about you coming out of there, and I want your cock inside me. I want you to cum inside the place you were made. I love you so much. Maybe with some people this is the ultimate way to show their love. All I know is I want you to fuck me." I moved my erection to the opening between her legs and felt the hot wetness. As I slid inside I felt a dark wave of corruption that felt so good I almost came right away. But I held off and worked my erection in and out. Mom was moaning. I couldn't hold back any longer. My body stiffening, I felt my own heat flow through my cock and into my mother's body, throbbing over and over. I collapsed on top of her, and she caressed me. We lay still for a very long time. I thought about how, whenever I masturbated while thinking of her, my mind immediately changed as soon as I'd cum and the idea of making love to her suddenly revolted me. But now that I had really done it, there was no change of mind. I still felt the horrifying sexual attraction and I wanted more. When our breathing returned to normal, she said, "Was it everything you expected?" "Yes. It was fantastic." "Your first time making love to a woman?" "Uh huh. Thank you for being the one." "So you still love me?" I looked into her eyes, wondering how she could question it. It was hard to recall any time that I'd told my mother I loved her; it seemed so childlike and, before today, so wicked because of the fantasies I'd had. But it was different now. "More than ever. I love you more than ever." She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. "I love you too. More than ever. You need to finish, though. I want you to lick me down there and make me cum." Relieved, I kissed her breasts, her soft belly, and found my way to her sex again. Now it was wet with her juices and my cum. Somehow it didn't bother me to lick and taste my own cum, since it was mixed with her juices; the taste, heady and erotic. As before, she pressed my face into her as my tongue dug deep inside her hole. I thought of the taboo, the complete secrecy this entailed, the dark corruption, and it filled me with a passion that made me stroke her with vigor. She grabbed the bedsheet, groaning. I felt a jolt of energy in her pussy, a spurt of juice, as she collapsed and panted heavily. Still filled with passion, I licked and drank in everything I could. "Was it good?" I whispered. She turned to me and smiled. "The most incredible sex I've ever had. I've been wanting this for years, watching you grow up, growing into such a sexy young man. And I know you've wanted it too." "How could you tell?" "A mother just knows. I've noticed how you look at me sometimes. I can't explain it, sometimes two people just have a connection." "I wish we'd done this a long time ago," I said. "I would have, but the time wasn't right. You're a man now, and you can decide for yourself who you want as your lover." I smiled. "I want you." "Then, I'm yours." The Shower My wife travels a lot for work. She's a sexy woman full of class and travels all over the world. Often when she's gone I'll take the time to mow the yard, weed eat, and other manly tasks. When I do this type of work on the weekends she usually gets pretty turned on by all the sweet and dirt. To be honest I think she just likes seeing me take care of things. This last week I was working pretty hard under the house, splitting cables and stuff. I looked like I just crawled through a cave. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was pretty turned on and knew that I would be in for a real treat later that night. When I was all finished up I told her that I was really looking forward to a shower. As I made my way to the bathroom I gave her a short kiss and kept my distance as to not get her dirty from my clothes. I turned the shower on full heat and let it run while grabbing some fresh clothes and prepared to get in. By the time I got in the shower and got all soaped up the room was full of stem. I couldn't even see through the glass of the shower. If someone were in the room I wouldn't even know about it. When shampooing my hair I fear opening my eyes, so for a few minutes I can't see anything. This particular day I was glad to be so blind to my surroundings. While I had my sudsy head and upper back under the shower I felt a hand lightly reach around the side of my waist. I gasped lightly at the surprise and by the time the hand got around to the front of my body my cock was at full attention. I could also feel a pair of voluptuous breasts touching my back. I of course knew that it was my beautiful wife. It felt strange at first to have this ghost hand touching me so privately but I didn't fight it. The attention felt too good to be startled. As I finished rinsing my hair out she grabbed my cock and simply held the rock hard thing in her hand. I then turned toward her and passionately cupped the side of her gorgeous face in my hand as I place my lips on hers. Under our kiss I could feel her smile with excitement. With her hand still griping my stiff member I pulled our bodies as close together as they could possibly get. Feeling her smooth wet tits on my body caused me to want to match up our sexes. Having our nipples touch together is one of my favorite forms of foreplay. To do this I have to bend slightly as my wife is shorter. Unfortunately when I did this she lost her grip on my penis. It didn't matter much I was so wrapped up in the feeling of her body pressed up against mine that all I could think about was our bodies melting into one. I then started kissing her neck and slowly brought the attention back to her lips. As our tongues twisted together I felt a familiar hand grab at my prick again. Taking my left hand I slowly ran it down the side of her face and then her neck only to arrive to her collar bone and then ultimately her left breast. Lightly rolling her nipple between my fingers sent an electrical shock through her body. As I did this she started to rub my penis with her hand. The wet soapy feeling was so soft and felt so good. We then stopped kissing and I started to make a lower decent with my kisses. I lightly kissed her on her neck and made my way to her right breast. I took her nipple into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. Lapping at her engorged nipples with my tongue sent shivers down her spine. My wife is so sensitive that I need to limit myself on how much time I spend on her nipples. We went back to kissing as she took her hand off my penis and reached around to grab my butt. She grabbed my right cheek and pulled my body into hers. With the tug of her pull our bodies landed against the tile in our shower. With her body up against the shower wall and mine against hers I pulled her knee up and propped it up against my body so that her leg draped over my thigh. I then ran a light touch down her body conforming to her body. Once I got to her pussy I lightly rotated my middle finger between her lips in order to find her love button. As soon as I had her clit under my finger I lightly circled it a few times and eventually ran my fingers down between her lips so that I had one lip on each side of my middle finger. I then lightly rubbed her pussy with my hand. I could tell that she was getting tired of standing on one foot so I lowered her leg back to the floor and knelt down between her legs. I opened my mouth and lapped my tongue at her pussy. I love pleasing my wife and look forward to eating her out whenever the opportunity arrises. I took my tongue and ran it over her clit and sometimes sucking in her lips and digging in deep. After licking and kissing at her warm sex for a while she finally had all she could take. She then took that leg I had propped up earlier and put it on my shoulder. She then pushed me down on our shower floor and straddled my body. As she lowered her self on top of me with the shower raining down on top of us all I could think was how much I loved my wife and how beautiful she was. It was a sexy sight to see. She lowered herself down on top of my body. She gently guided my cock into her pussy and slowly rocked back in forth with my penis deep inside of her. As we smashed our sexes together we both moved in perfect rotation building up to our climax. Just as she started to cum and her body convulsed into orgasmic spasms I hit my max and released a load of cum deep inside of my wife's vagina that it immediately started pouring back out and down my balls. We sat there for a short while with our sexes still connected letting the water hit us and then finished our shower. Honestly the best wife ever. The Shower Fiona heard them before she saw them. Frank and Evan had been out training for cyclecross, now both of them were walking by, stripped down to their bike shorts and covered in mud. Frank pointed at Evan and said "Epic ride, and epic face plant.". "Did you leave any dirt on the trail?" she asked "Right after I face planted, your boy Frank here did a high speed endo into the biggest puddle out there," Evan added. Both of them were coated head to toe in mud. The only bit of clean skin showing was where their helmet straps had been. They both headed for the bathroom to clean up. She heard the shower start; their voices were mostly drowned out by the sound of running water. But she could hear bits of the conversation. "Dude, how did you get mud there?" "I don't know, just get a loofah and start scrubbing." The thought of them and a loofah intrigued her, and she walked towards the bathroom. Frank saw Fiona's reflection in the chrome of the shower head. "Have you ever been in a threesome?" he asked Evan. "No." "Would you be interested in a threesome with Fiona and me?" "Dude, where did that come from?" "Yes or no?" "Hell yeah!" "Don't look now, but Fiona is watching us." "Okay," Evan replied "She has a thing for guy on guy. Mostly soft core guy on guy... " "Where is this going?" "If we just scrub each other down, she will be knocking on the shower door in five minutes. Ten minutes if she decided to masturbate." "Okay, but two words.... Exit Only!" "I plan on staying above your waist." Frank started to lather Evan's back, running his hands from his shoulders all the way down to his ass. He put his arms around Evan, caressing his chest. "You sure Fiona will go for this?" "Absolutely, and the more we touch each other the hotter she is going to be." "What is it like?" "It will probably start with her getting in the shower and move on to her blowing both of us." "At the same time?" Evan asked. "She will between us, sucking on one dick at time. It's pretty hot to watch." "What else?" "She might blow one of use while the other fucks her. It usually ends with us taking turns fucking her while the other watches, but who knows? She can be pretty creative," Frank replied. "Holy shit... dude, I'm getting a hard on just thinking about her fucking us, not because you are feeling me up..." "Yea, thinking about her tends to do that. Okay, now you soap me up. Remember; Exit Only" Fiona was watching Frank soap up Evan. The master shower was a large glass cube. It seemed like it had room for three people. Fiona planned on finding out if that was true soon. He was running his hands up and down Evan's back. They were talking. Evan had a naughty grin on his face. They looked a lot better without all the mud. Fiona's eyes ran up and down their naked bodies, admiring their firm muscles. Evan leaned forward, putting his hands on the wall and sticking his ass out. Frank was right up against him, massaging his chest. Fiona imagined being between them. She started to walk in, but stopped, putting her hands on her breasts instead. They would be there for a few more minutes. She had time to enjoy the show. She peeled off her shirt and began to rub her hands on her breasts. Her fingers slid against her nipples. Her eyes were on the two naked men. Frank's hands were on Evan's hips. Evan had an erection. In fact, he looked pretty turned on. "Stroke his cock, stroke his cock," Fiona whispered to herself, but Frank continued to rub Evan's ass. Fiona pinched her nipples between her fingers. The sight of the two guys covered in soap suds, caressing each other was almost surreal. Frank turned and faced the back wall. The water from the shower splashed on his ass, and ran down his legs. Evan stepped behind him, and ran his hand up Frank's back and onto his shoulders. Fiona's eyes fixed on Evan's tight ass. His cock had to be up against Frank. She thought being where Frank was, and squeezing Evan's penis between the cheeks of her ass while he moved it up and down. "Dude, Fiona's watching use", Evan whispered to Frank. "I can see her in the shaving mirror." Frank looked up at the small mirror on the shower wall. Sure enough, there was Fiona. Evan continued. "She's got her shirt off and she's playing with her tits." "Then it's going to be a few minutes before she joins us. " Frank felt Evan press up against him; Fiona was clearly turning him on. Evan's hips pressed against Frank's ass. "Don't get too excited. I'm all for putting on a good show for Fiona, but there are limits." "My bad. Tell me more about what she will do to us." "She's probably going to watch to us some more. All I can say is, you do what she asks, and the payoff is fantastic. Every offer she had made me has been totally worth it, no matter how bizarre it sounded at first." "Dude, she has one hand in her pants. Is there anything I can do encourage her?" "I dunno, her mind works in strange ways." "Well, I'm going to kick it up a notch. Don't freak out on me." Evan said. Fiona moved one hand down her body and slid it into her shorts. Her finger rested on her clit. She slowly began to circle it. Evan was still washing Frank. Frank turned again, so he was facing the side wall. Evan's hands were on his chest, working up lather. Frank had an erection too. Fiona watched as Evan's hands moved down Frank's body, getting closer and closer to his cock. She started to breathe faster. Then the hand on her breast started squeezing it harder. Evan's hands moved up Frank's hip and on to his ass. "So close," Fiona whispered to herself. Evan leaned back a bit; she saw the tip of his cock emerge from between Frank's cheeks. Her thoughts returned to the idea of having a dick pressed against her backside. Then he did it. Evan put his hand on Franks cock and started stroking it. She pressed hard on her clit, and began rubbing it. Almost right away waves of pleasure swept over her. Her knees felt week. She put on hand on the wall to catch herself. As she caught her breath, she decided it was time to go in. Frank felt Evan's hands slide down his body, then up his hips and on to his ass. So far so good. Then he felt Evan's hips press against him, and his dick rubbed against his ass. He wondered how far Evan was going to take this. The next thing he felt was Evan stroking his cock. "Holy Masturbation Batman," Evan exclaimed," I think she is having an orgasm. She started squeezing her tits, and then just about fell over, "Evan said breathlessly, " She's taking off her shorts and coming this way" "I guess you plan worked. Nicely done. You can let go of my dick now." "Room for one more?" Fiona asked. Evan and Frank both turned to look at Fiona. She was naked and opening the shower door. Her face was flushed and her nipples were erect. "Of course, come on in," said Frank. "I don't want to interrupt," Fiona replied. Frank and Evan both turned as Fiona stepped and watched as she knelt down. Frank felt her hands replace Evan's on his cock. Her hands were smaller and softer. Her touch was gentle. "I've go this, " Fiona said as she pushed Evan's hand away from Frank's cock. "You work on the top half, I will take care of the bottom half." Frank felt Evan's hands on his chest, but his full attention was on Fiona. Water was dripping off him, and onto her. Her tits glistened as the water beaded up and ran off them. He felt her fingertips on his balls. Then she put Evan's hands back on his cock. There was a stark contrast between Evans powerful strokes on his dick and Fiona's gentle caress on his balls. Fiona began to lather up their legs. First Frank, then Evan. She started on Frank's calf, and worked her way up his leg. When she got to the top she lathered up his balls. She could see Evan's hands rubbing Frank's chest. She grabbed Evan's wrists and guided them down to Frank's dick. As Evan began stroking Frank, she resumed caressing his balls. Frank gazed down at her with a looked that combined curiosity and pleasure. She worked her way down Frank's other leg, and then started on Evan. By the time she reached the top of his leg, Evan had put his hands back on Frank's shoulders. She gave Evan a little shove back, and reached up between them to lather up his dick. "Fiona, I think its time to clean you up," Evan said, helping her stand up. He guided her so she was between him and the wall, and began to rub soap all over her. Frank squatted down in front of her, lathering up her legs. Evan's hands were covering her breasts with soapsuds, and his cock was nestled between the cheeks of her ass. Frank's hands were all over her legs. She felt his fingertips on the inside of her thighs. Evan's fingers felt electric as they pinched her nipples. Then she felt Frank's finger slip inside her. Her knees felt weak again. Fiona put her hands on the wall for support. She felt a warm wave of pleasure pass through her body. Evan's cock pressed between her checks. She looked down at Frank. His erection showed how much he was enjoying finger fucking her. She wanted to feel his penis. "Frank," Fiona said," I think Evan missed a spot on your back, Stand up and turn around. Frank stood between Fiona and the wall. She put her hands on his back and moved closer, so her hips and thighs pressed against him. She stood up straight so Evan could continue to massager her breasts. Her arms slid around to Frank's chest, and then wandered down to his waist. Her hand closed around his dick. Fiona squirmed, slipping and sliding between the two soapy men she was sandwiched between. She squeezed both of them; Frank with her hand, and Evan with her ass. Frank turned around, so that he was facing Fiona. Frank and Evan pressed tight against Fiona. She felt Evan's cock against the small of her back, and Frank's just below her ribs. Fiona stood on her toes, putting her arms around Frank's neck to pull herself up. As she did, Evan's dick slipped between the cheeks of her ass. Her breasts flattened against Frank's chest has they squeezed her tighter. Evan put his hands under her ass and lifted her up. He clearly liked rubbing his penis on her ass. Fiona felt Frank's erection rubbing on the small patch of pubic hair above her vagina. She pulled harder on Frank's neck, if she could get just a little higher; she thought she could start fucking one of them. Her feet left the floor; she wrapped her legs around Frank's thighs and pressed the lips of her vagina against the tip of his cock. Frank smiled, but he did not have any control of her. Evan lowered her a bit, and Fiona slide down onto Frank's throbbing cock. She rode up and down on Frank, feeling Evan's penis brushing against her ass. "My turn," Evan whispered in her ear. She pushed her hips back and Evan lowered her again, this time onto his own cock. Evan continued to move her up and down, and Fiona continued to switch between Frank and Evan, getting fucked by both of them until they were about to come. She wasn't ready for the fun to end. "All right you two, up against the wall," Fiona ordered. Evan lowered her to the floor, and Fiona let go of Frank's neck. She grabbed the shower handle as Evan and Frank put their hands on the wall and faced away from her. She sprayed them down very thoroughly, watching the water run off their shoulders, down their backs, across their asses and finally onto the floor. "Turn around," as they turned she repeated the process, hosing down their chests, and letting the water wash the suds off them. "Now get out, I'll be done in a minute," Fiona said. The two men stepped out and began to towel off. Fiona turned her eyes down, and began to wash herself off. She knew they were watching her, She started by rinsing her breasts, making slow lazy circles around her nipples with the spray. She turned slightly as she directed the spray over her shoulder and onto her ass. Finally she put the shower head between her legs, holding it there for almost a minute. The rush of warm water felt good, but knowing that she had their full attention excited her even more. She twisted the control from spay to massage, and the water pulsed against her. She looked out of the corner of her eye at Evan and Frank. They were both staring at her, their dicks fully erect. She aimed the water right on her clit, letting the warm water pound away at her. She imagined Evan's cock pounding into her while Frank caressed her breasts. She liked it when Frank watched her get fucked. She almost always had an orgasm when he watched her. And when Frank got ' sloppy seconds', she came even harder. She ran the shower massage across her breasts, then turned off the water and put it away. Fiona stepped out of the shower. Both Frank and Evan began to towel her off. Frank was in front of her, and he started with her neck. The towel felt soft and warm as it rubbed against her skin. The towel moved slowly, deliberately, across her collarbone, and began to swirl around her breasts. Evan was behind her, drying her shoulders. Frank's towel gently rubbed against her breasts, starting from the bottom and working up. His hands cupped her tits through the towel and squeezed. The soft cotton rubbed against her erect nipples. Frank was completely focused on what he was doing. Evan had worked his way down to her ass, and was wrapping his towel around her waist. Evan's hands pressed the towel against her thighs. She could feel his breath against the small of her back as he continued to work. Now Evan's towel was between her legs, lightly brushing against her vagina. They covered every inch of her body, and soon every drop of water hand been wiped away. Frank picked up Fiona's thong and wrapped it around her wrists. Evan grabbed the makeshift restraint and slipped it over the robe hook on the wall. It was just high enough that Fiona had to stretch, and could not easily get down. They both started kissing her on the lips, turning her head left and right. Soon they were kissing her at the same time, one on the lips, the other on the ear, or neck, or shoulder. Frank and Evan continued kissing her, slowly moving down her body. It almost made her dizzy. They moved down to her breasts, caressing and kissing her tits. Fiona felt hands on her thighs. Both Frank and Evan's lips moved closer and closer to her nipples, but they stopped short, taunting her. She could feel their breath, but no tongues flicked against them, no lips wrapped around them, no teeth pinched them. At the same time, their fingers stopped short of her vagina. She ached to feel then inside her, but their finger were just out of reach. Fiona started to tell them she wanted their mouths on her breasts, but before she could speak, Frank kissed her on the lips, and his tongue filled her mouth. She struggled to get her hands free. If they would not touch her, she would do it herself. She wanted to grab their dicks, stuff one in her mouth and the other between her legs. She wanted to pinch her nipples between her fingers, and squeeze her breasts while they fucked her. But she could not get loose from the hook. Frank's fingers were tantalizing close to the wet folds of flesh between her legs, Evan's lips were millimeters from her nipples. She ached to have the touch her in the right places. Both of them put a hand on Fiona's breast, fingers spread, straddling the erect flesh in the center. They started kissing her again, just below her breasts, across her ribs. She felt their mouths on her hips, then her thighs. She spread her legs apart, wishing one or both of them would go down on her. Their mouths quickly moved back to her breasts. They were frantically kissing, licking and sucking on her tits. She felt their tongues all over her nipples. Her breasts were being squeezed at the same time. Her breathing got faster. She could feel her pussy getting wetter, spreading on to her thighs. She felt their hands on her ass. She wanted them inside her; she struggled against the hook she was hanging from, she pleaded for one of them to be inside her. Frank and Evan were getting even more frantic. She started to climax. She watched the two naked men in front of her as they focused on her tits, and she came. This time the feeling started with her nipples and spread out through her body. The inside of her thighs were wet from the excitement. Her breathing began to slow down as her orgasm finished. Frank and Evan were slowing down too. Frank released her wrists from the restraints. Fiona took both Evan and Frank by the hand and without a word lead them back into the living room. "Sit down Frank," she said, nodding towards a chair in the middle of the room. Frank settled into the chair, wondering what Fiona had in mind. "Evan, come with me, I want your help with something. Frank, stay there and think about what I am going to do to you, "she said with a naughty smile. Fiona led Evan back to the bedroom. She turned to face him, putting her hands on his chest. "I really enjoyed watching you and Frank in the shower. Seeing you stroke his cock made me so horny I could not help myself. Did you like watching me masturbate?" she asked. "Fuck yes," Evan replied. "Do you like making me horny, Evan? Does that turn you on?" "Yes." "If you could do anything to me, what would it be?" Fiona asked. "Anything?" asked Evan. "Well, anything you would let me do to you." "Anything you could do to me... hmmm" Fiona knew what Evan was thinking. She ran her fingers across his chest and whispered in his ear "Anything that me and my strap on dildo could do to you..." "So if I wanted to fuck you in the ass..." Evan started. Fiona stepped behind Evan and pressed against him. She stood on her toes, pressing her hips against his ass. "I would do the same thing to you, and I'd do it first" she interrupted. She grabbed his hair and gently pulled on it "I'm thinking of you on your hands and knees, and I'm pulling your hair as I fuck you from behind, and it's making my pretty horny" "That certainly puts things in perspective. I think we will keep the exit only rule," Evan replied " How about I fuck you from behind while you talk dirty about it to Frank, and when I'm done, I get to watch you ride Frank's cock". "That sound absolutely fabulous" Fiona replied. She grabbed a few things out of the closet and headed back to the living room. "I think I found everything I want," Fiona said to Frank as she walked back into the room. Evan followed her in. Fiona walked over to Frank and slipped the leather belts across his chest to form an X. Then she tied his left wrist to the arm of the chair with a silk ribbon, Evan did the same to his right. Fiona stepped behind Frank and put her hands on his shoulders, Evan tied her wrists to the straps on Frank's chest with more silk strips. "Frank," Fiona whispered in his ear "you are going to sit there and listen to Evan and I fuck. I am so wet and horny; I will probably want to ride your cock after I've made Evan come." "Alright Evan," Fiona said, "Get behind me, I want you inside me" Fiona felt Evan hands on her ass, then his tongue between her legs. "He's licking my pussy Frank. His tongue feels so good," Fiona whispered in Frank's ear. She looked down at Frank's cock. It was fully erect. "Oh, oh, oh. It feels good. Your friend is very talented," Fiona moaned into Frank's ear. "He's got his mouth right on my clit. He's going to make me come Frank. He is gong to make me come and he has not even fucked me yet." Frank hung on each of Fiona's words, each grunt and moan turned him on more. He imagined what she looked like; bent at the waist, her full breasts swaying as Evan went down on her. He could feel her breath on his neck, and it was getting rapid. Sometimes she would lean forward and press her tits against him. It certainly sounded like she was having an orgasm. The Shower Fiona felt Evan's penis rub against the lips of her vagina. He pulled back on her hips until her arms were stretched as far as they could. Then he slowly entered her. She tried to push back and take more of him in, but she could not move back any further. He was taunting her with his slow pace; it felt like forever before he filled her completely. She pulled herself back against Frank. "He is inside me," she whispered in Frank's ear. "His cock feels so good. He's fucking me slowly, and I love it. He's got his hands on my tits and his entire dick in my pussy. Oh, yes, yes yes. He's going faster now. Fast and hard." Fiona pulled herself forward, and started kissing Frank on the neck. He moaned when he felt her lips on his skin. She slid her hands along the straps on his chest. Her fingers ran through his chest hair and she squeezed his nipples between her fingertips. The tip of Frank's cock was just out of her reach. Frank strained against the silk straps on his wrist. Hearing Fiona having sex with Evan was driving him crazy with lust. Her fingers were so close to the tip of his penis, but because of the way they were tied up, he could not get any closer to her. She gripped Frank's shoulders for support as Evan thrust into her over and over. Evan pulled her back, away from Frank. He put his hands on her tits, squeezing them has he pressed his cock deep inside her. Each time Evan slid his dick into her, she pushed toward Frank forward a little. Evan pressed his hips firmly against her ass. He tugged on her nipples at the same time. "I'm going to make him come Frank," she whispered," He's going to come inside me." Evan had started thrusting back and forth again; he still had her nipples between his fingers. He was starting to go faster now. He was deep inside her, and each time he pressed forward she felt him against her clit. Fiona slid her hands across Frank's chest, pinching his nipples, just like Evan was doing to her. She started to talk dirty to Frank again, but all that came out of her mouth was a moan. She tried to tell Frank how Evan was fucking her harder and faster, but the words just were not there. Frank had to know, the way she was shaking him back and forth and Evan's hips slammed into her over an over. Fiona looked over Frank's shoulder, his penis was fully erect. She did not know how much this turned him on, but it certainly did not turn him off. She pushed back against Evan, and squeezed his cock. She wanted him to finish, she wanted to ride Frank's cock while she was still wet from Evan fucking her. She heard Evan cry out, and he slowed down and finally stopped. "Untie me", she commanded. Evan wasted no time in releasing her. As soon as she was untied she spun around the chair and climbed into Frank's lap. He was on the edge of the chair, and she was facing him. Fiona took Frank's cock in her hand and guided into her pussy. "Is this what you have been thinking about," she asked Frank as she took him in. "More than you can possibly imagine," he replied. Evan was behind her again, and once again she felt his hands on her tits. As Evan pressed his hands against her breasts, Frank leaned forward and ran his tongue over her nipple. Fiona let out gasp of pleasure. Evan started to kiss Fiona on the neck, still caressing her breasts. His chest pressed against her back, driving her tits into Franks face. And Frank seemed to enjoy it. He continued to lick and suck on her as she moved up and down on him. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of being between two naked men, feeling them; their hands and mouths all over her, and Frank's penis deep inside her. All three of them were soaked with sweat from the encounter. She felt Frank's orgasm when he was all the way inside her. He continued to take her breasts in his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipples. Fiona put one of her hands between her legs and began to play with herself, trying for one more orgasm. She could feel Frank's erection starting to fade, but kept squeezing him inside her. She ran her fingers over her clit. As soon as Frank realized what she was doing he doubled his efforts. Evan must have sensed something too, because his kissing became more urgent, more frantic. All the sensations combined to give Fiona her last orgasm of the night. She thought she must be setting some kind of personal record and the feeling of euphoria swirled in her head. When it had passed she slumped forward on Frank, resting her head on his shoulder. Evan released Frank from the chair, and the all stumbled back to the bedroom, collapsing together on the bed. The Shower It's been a long day, and I was perfectly happy standing under the warm water, letting it cascade over my body, its' warmth soothing the muscles and washing the stress of the day away. As the day's events started to fade away, other methods of releasing stress start to fill my mind. Filling my palm with body wash, I slide my hands down my naked torso, enjoying the feel of my hardening nipples, the curves of my skin slippery with soap. A noise behind me draws my attention, and startled, I turn toward it, finding you smiling at me from around the shower curtain. "Can I join you?" I grin. "Absolutely." Reaching out to you as you step into the tub, my light skinned hand lands on your muscled, dark chest before sliding around to your back as we pull each other closer. Your large and heavy cock is already hardening, pushing against my belly, and I smile as you slide a hand to the side of my neck to pull me into a kiss. It's not just a basic kiss; it's a choreographed dance of lips, tongues, and teeth. I gently suck your full bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling on it before giving you my tongue to play with using your tongue. Within minutes, I'm weak-kneed and holding onto you is as much about keeping myself upright as it is about wanting you close to me. I reach down, the soap that hasn't been washed from my body yet making it a quick slide to your cock. I wrap my fingers around your shaft, smiling against your mouth as I hear your breath hitch, and stroking the length of you. I want you as weak kneed as you've made me. You pull away from the kiss, leaning against the wall, and I reach down with my other hand so that both hands and stroking you, one focusing on the shaft while the other plays around the head. I lean into you to trace my tongue up the pulse in your neck, inhaling your warm masculine smell. I feel your hand fisting in my hair, pulling it. Surprised, I open my mouth to protest as my head pulls back, but I never have a chance as your mouth meets mine. Where the first kiss had its gentle, slow burn, this is all fiery heat. As you thrust your tongue into my mouth, I have no doubt that you want me as much as I want you. As suddenly as it started, it stops with you breaking the kiss and turning me so that my back is against your chest. One of your hands caresses and then cups one of my very large breasts as the other slid down my body to my pussy. I moan as your fingers slid between my lips, flicking over my clit before slipping inside me. Laying my head back against your shoulder, your mouth takes the opportunity to work its magic over the sensitive side of my neck. Leaning against you (because my legs weren't exactly holding me up anymore) I reach behind me so that I could wrap my fingers around your hardness again. The fingers playing with my nipple seem to be keeping a rhythm with the hand that was furiously finger fucking me while flicking the thumb over my clit. My hips had a mind of their own as they work to meet the thrusts of your fingers. Going crazy in my desire for you, I finally pull away to turn to you and kiss you, pushing you against the wall. Sliding down to sit on the edge of the tub, I wrap my fingers around your cock and smile up at you before sliding my tongue around the head, eliciting a moan. I repeat the motion with my tongue, stroking you with one hand while the other reaches out to caress your balls, keeping eye contact with you. When I just lightly drew the tip of my tongue down your shaft, I heard you sigh. "Are you teasing me?" You asked softly. With my tongue swirling around the head of your cock, I don't say anything, but cup your balls instead. When I heard the mixture of frustration and want in your groan, I decide you'd had enough teasing and engulf the head of your cock into my mouth, sucking deep, still using my tongue around the head as I moved your cock in and out of my mouth. Choreographing my movements, I suck your cock down as far as I can go, feeling your head at the back of my throat, massaging your balls with my hand. Increasing pressure with my hand that's stroking your cock, I suck harder, moving my tongue around your cock rapidly, as my head bounces up and down on your cock. The jerking of your cock lets me know of your impending orgasm, and I continue to stroke you with my hand tight around your shaft as I sit up. I slip my other arm under my breasts to hold them up for you to cum on. I look up at you. "I want you to cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my tits." Apparently, those were the magic words because a moment later, I feel your hot cum landing on my breasts and slowly sliding down to my nipples, accompanied by a loud guttural groan from your throat. As you slumped against the wall for a moment, I took the opportunity to look down at my spunk covered breasts, amazed at the amount that covered them. Swiping a finger over one nipple, I scoop up some cum and touch it to my tongue. I wiggle my eyebrows comically. "Mmmm...cream filling." With a grin, you pull me to my feet, and let your gaze wander down to take in the view of my cum covered breasts. "I like the way that looks." You look a little while longer before washing it away and leaning down to give me a kiss. I push my soft, curvaceous body against your hard, athletic one as the kiss deepens, and again, I feel you start to harden against me. I break the kiss in surprise. "Already?" Your mouth took the opportunity to kiss and nipple on my neck again. "I'm not fifty," you replied. Any snappy remarks that I might have are lost as your mouth finds mine again for a deep kiss just before you pull away to turn me around. "What do you have in mind?" I try to sound light and flirtatious, but my voice comes out breathless. "I want to be inside you" was your only response as you bend me slightly at the waist and spread my legs with one resting on the side of the tub. I don't have time to brace against the wall as you slide all the way into me in one stroke, the extreme wetness making it easy for your hard, thick cock to slide into my very tight pussy. We both groan with the incredible feeling when you started to pump in and out of me. Reaching back to you, I steady myself with a hand on your hip as the other hand is up against the wall my forehead rested against. You pull me back against you so that I'm standing straighter, still pumping in and out of me, and you slide your hand down to my clit, rubbing the throbbing little nub. Never having been a woman who could climax from intercourse—or for that matter, while standing up—I am surprised when an orgasm tears through me, leaving me limp. The continual thrusting keeps the orgasm going long after it began, and I lean up against the wall to keep me from falling. "Oh, God, your cock feels so good inside me," I manage as the orgasm starts to subside, relishing in the feeling of feeling all of you within my tight walls. I feel another wave of orgasm rip through me and scream out. At the same time, I feel your cock jerk inside me and hear you groan as you cum, filling me up. Within moments, I feel your cum sliding around in me, and as you soften and pull out, your cum mixed with my wetness starts to slide out of me and down my legs. Our heavy breathing and the water of the shower were the soundtrack to the silence after cumming. After a moment, I force myself to turn on shaky legs to face you. Pulling me close to you, you kiss me gently. I slide a hand down the side of your handsome face, rubbing the pad of my thumb over your bottom lip before leaning in again to brush my lips over yours. "Ready to get out of here?" I asked softly. "Only if we can go to the bed," was your reply with a lascivious grin. The Shower Interesting how the word shower makes me think of 'show her'. I'm not sure where this thought came from as I'm walking toward my shower. It's late Friday night. I need a shower before I go to bed. The events of the day flash through my mind as I try to focus on my everyday routines. It's not easy considering the day I've had. I reach the bathroom, standing in my boxers I reach for the light switch. My mind flashes, you're on the bed next to me, my fingers are probing you body. You're reacting to my touch. I hit the switch; the light and fan come to life. Absent mindedly I run my hands over my face. I can smell you still, it's as if I've been tattooed with your scent. I pull back the shower curtain. You're on your back, you prop your legs up, placing your feet flat on the bed. I have a wonderful view of your most (and moist) private parts. I start to position myself between your thighs. I step into the tub. I crouch to turn on the water; I like hot showers. I start the water and wait for it to warm enough to switch the shower head on. My hand is under the water feeling the warmth. You're watching me position myself between your thighs. You're smiling as you caress your breasts. I put my hands over your shoulders. I turn on the showerhead, the water crashes down my back warming me. I lather the soap on my body. My nipples become erect to the touch. You welcome my body into yours with your smile and your caress. I slide in easily; you're so wet you take my length with one thrust. I reach for the shampoo and start to wash my hair. Your hair is slightly matted from our exertions. Your legs are entwined with mine; you're using your legs for better positioning to allow me access by tilting your pelvis up to meet my thrusts. Your moans are getting a little louder and more insistent. I rest my head against the shower wall. The water continues to slide down my body. My hand finds my penis rigid, I start to stroke. You bite your lower lip, closing your eyes, bucking your body against mine. Your moans start from somewhere deep within your body and I know I'm pleasing you. My ass is clenching as I stroke myself, thrusting my penis against my own hand recalling; the feel of your body, the look on your face, the sounds you make when I make you cum. The feel of your body tensing up as you tighten down on my cock as the waves of pleasure roll throughout your body. I love the way your body tightens under me as you are engulfed in wave after wave of pleasure. I feel your thighs tighten up on me, your stomach is taut with the tension of your body as you orgasm. I'm ready to cum in my own shower. I've got to stop. This can't lead to good things. The caress of your manicured hands on my body, over my chest and arms, you looking at me longingly asking me if you can help me finish, I eagerly nod in agreement. My thrusting begins with renewed vigor. The wet sounds we make give me a good idea of how turned on you were/are. I love your tenderness under me, feeling your finger trace around my nipples making them come to attention. Your fingers trace through my hair and caress my cheek. I'm amazed when your hands reach down to my thrusting buttocks and begin urging me to thrust deeper and harder. When you feel my final thrust into your body you look into my eyes smiling and waiting for my excitement to ebb. I cum quietly in the shower as your memory washes over me. I fall over next to you, panting and trembling from the effort. As I step out of the shower, I switch off the fans and lights toweling off my body. There are certain parts of my body recalling your warmth, like when a hand is moved away and you feel the sudden coolness of the air. I smile, as I think ahead to our next encounter. My thoughts of you are interrupted, "Dad, you want to play frisbee?" "Yeah, let's play Frisbee, but we need to make it quick. Your mom will be home soon and I need to get dinner started" The Shower After dinner, hubs went to take a shower. I waited a few minutes, used the toilet and joined him. I slipped behind the curtain, and he was covered in soap and smelled amazing. Unfortunately for me, he was already done washing himself. I love to scrub his body and get him all slippery, but I waited too long. Instead, I asked him to wash my hair. After he rinsed the soap from his body, he stepped aside and let me pass so I could stand under the water. As I soaked my hair, he rummaged through all the bottles looking for my shampoo. I turned to face him, and he gave me one of his soft, jello-knee inducing kisses before he told me to turn back around. While the warm water streamed over my chest and cascaded down my body, his hands went to work on my head. Something about the way his strong hands running through my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp, just makes me go week. I kneeled in front of him, still facing away, as he worked the shampoo into a lather. The water continued to spray over me, and soon, I was getting rivers of bubbles in my face. Unable to with stand it, even with the amazing sensations he was giving me, I stood and began to rinse. This time, I faced him, letting the water spray the back of my head to aid the rinsing. While my hands were busy lifting my hair, his slid around my waist as he stepped closer to me. With my head tilted back, he was able to plant kisses and nibble gently along my collarbone and neckline, which absolutely drives me wild. By the time I got all of the soap out of my hair, I was moaning quietly with every nipping kiss he gave me. My hands dropped around his shoulders and I held him close as he lifted his face to mine. The first kiss was gentle, our lips meeting, his slanting over mine so our noses didn't get in the way. As our mouths pressed together, our lips opened, and his tongue sought out mine. After a few moments of smooth tongue dancing, he pulled back. One hand slipped up my back while the other slid up to cup a breast and his mouth returned to mine. This kiss was longer, a little more urgent. Our faces moved in opposite directions, allowing the angle of the kiss to change frequently. His tongue continued to slip between my lips and tangle with mine. Soon, I was returning the favor, darting mine out to touch his lips and retreat again quickly. My hands moved as well. One slid up the back of his head, my fingers curling into his hair, while the other cupped his scruffy cheek in an attempt to hold him still. Soon, my mouth wasn't enough, and his lips began skimming down my face to return to my neck. He bit me there, in that little hollow between throat and shoulder, my sexy spot, the spot that turns my insides to mush. I panted into his ear when he did that and moaned quietly. This spurred him on, and he continued his oral assault on my sensitive shoulder line. His hand at my back slid down a little ways and pulled me closer to him, while the fingers at my breast continued to dance over the nipple. When the peak was hard, he dropped his mouth and slowly flicked his tongue over it. This earned him a slightly louder moan and more panting. I could feel his cock beginning to harden between us, and I dropped one of my hands to his hip. As he began to feast on my breast, I slid my hand closer to the hot pole between us. When my fingers first touched him, all I felt was warm, satiny velvet. My fingers ached to close around him, but I wanted to tease him a bit first. I danced them over his turgid flesh, lightly skimming his sensitive skin with my short fingernails. He groaned, and the vibrations shuddered over my sensitive flesh, bringing a deeper moan from my throat. I couldn't wait anymore- I had to hold him in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and slowly slid them up and down, using the water from the shower at my back as lubrication. He groaned again and lifted his mouth to mine. As our mouths met, he began to thrust his tongue into mine. My hands mimicked his movements- As he thrust into my mouth, my hand slid down his shaft. As he pulled his tongue back, my hand slid up. Soon, we had worked out a pleasant rhythm of thrusting and gliding. By then, both of us were moaning. Nothing gets me excited like the feel of a hard cock in my hand. He moved his mouth away from me again, gliding his lips down my throat, and I soon felt his hand cup my mound. Wasting no time, he slid a finger between my lady lips and pressed gently at my already swollen clit. I moaned and my head fell back as I took in the pleasure. His fingers began to work at my pussy, sliding up and down my slit to tease both my clit at the top and my secret entrance at the bottom. While his hand worked me, I slid mine farther down to cup his heavy balls. He moaned quietly when I did that, and sent one of his fingers deep into my body. I couldn't hold on to him anymore, and braced my free hand against the shower wall for support as his fingers continued to fuck me. Like I said, nothing gets me more excited than a hard cock in my hand.... except, that is, the same hard, velvety cock in my mouth. I didn't want to cum yet, and the way he was working me, I would soon explode. To stave off my orgasm, I dropped to my knees in front of me. By then, the water had begun to turn cool, so I turned up the hot with one hand while I jerked his shaft with the other. He was so hard already, I didn't have to do anything but open my mouth and take him inside. Having just been washed, his cock was heavenly. It was so clean and smooth and so HARD I wanted nothing at that moment but than to just savor it. He groaned loudly as I took him as deep into my mouth as I could that first try. I looked up at him through the drops of water, and he had one hand braced on the wall, the other gripping the shower rod so tight his knuckles were white. As if I needed more confirmation that my mouth felt amazing, he thrust ever so slightly even deeper into my mouth until his cockhead bumped the back of my throat. I moaned around the intrusion in my mouth- he just tasted so damn good. The vibrations skimmed over his sensitive organ and he groaned deeply again. I love hearing his groans and growls- there's such passion there that he tries so hard to hide. It's one of the sexiest things. I decided to do whatever I could to get more of those deep groans from him. I pulled my head back until his cock was completely out of my mouth, to which I was rewarded with a disappointed moan. Smiling, I turned my head and slid my lips down his shaft sideways. I slid my face up and down a few strokes, watching his face as I did so. His eyes closed and his brow tightened as he concentrated on the sensation of my lips working his rod. His balls were heavy, and on every down stroke, I felt them against my cheek. I slid my lips to the base of his cock again, and instead of sliding back up, turned my face and let them meet his sac. I dipped my head and began planting kisses all around his nearly hairless cock region. When I got to the lowest point of his testicles, I opened my mouth wide and began sucking them while bathing them with my tongue. I brought my hand up to stroke his cock while my tongue teased and manipulated his balls. One at a time, I sucked them into my mouth and held them while I stroked his stiff rod. His hands dropped to my head, then my shoulders, then fisted in my hair as his groans got louder. I knew he wouldn't let me stay down there much longer, so I slide his cock back into my mouth, shoving my face all the way to his pubic bone on the first try. I deep-throated him for several strokes, flicking my tongue at his shaft as I went down, sliding it along the bottom as I pulled back up. His groans turned to pants and I knew he was close when his knee came up and gently pressed me back, away from his hard, extended organ. "stand up" he whispered, in a sex choked whisper. "It's your turn". He kneeled in front of me, but I hadn't actually washed my parts yet. We'd gotten distracted before we got there. When I told him so, he didn't care. I managed to steal the showerhead for a quick rinse, but then his mouth was there. He pressed his lips to mine, parted them with his tongue and began to lick furiously where his fingers had been earlier. Because I have a bit of a belly, he couldn't get super close to his feast in the position he was in. Instead of stopping, he propped my foot on the side of the tub and slid his feet under me so he was sitting on the floor of the tub. He pressed his mouth against me again, this time from directly underneath me. The different angle allowed him to get closer to his prize. His tongue began to lash my clit again, and I felt his hand slip off my butt. Curious, I looked behind me, and almost came as I watched him stroke himself. Unable to tear my eyes away, I watched as he pumped his cock. The head would disappear on each upstroke, only to pop out of his fist with each down stroke. Enthralled in what I was watching, I almost lost my own grip on the shower curtain rod when I came. I hadn't even been focusing on what he was doing with his mouth, but I exploded. After my orgasm, he stood up in front of me again. I placed my hand over his, and together we pumped his shaft a couple times before he let go. He drove his fingers into my hair and held my tight while his mouth plundered mine. His tongue stroked deep into my mouth, his lips ravaged mine. I moaned into his mouth and lifted my foot back to the side of the tub. I slid his cock over my puffy pussy lips and down to the cleft between them. He moved, just tiny little thrusts, teasing my entrance until I moaned again and bit down on his lip. He smiled against my mouth before pulling away. He reached his hand down to grip his tool, positioning it just right, and slowly slid into me. I was still holding onto the shower curtain rod with one hand, and with the other, I braced against the side of the tub again. His hands came to my hips, holding me while he worked his way inside me. Water really is not the best lubrication there is, and face to face was an awkward position. With one last, deep kiss, he asked me to turn around. He pulled out of me as I turned. When I was facing the wall in front of him, he pushed my shoulders down, forcing me to bend and turn up my ass for him. He fisted one hand in my hair, gripping tightly. Enjoying the change in mood, I braced myself using the water control valves. I heard him spit, and felt his hand moving as he lubed up his cock. His hand then dove between my thighs, working my clit and dipping into my moisture. He stepped up close behind me, and I felt him prod at my entrance. He held the base of his cock and plunged into me. Knowing it was coming, I still grunted at the impact. His cock split my lady lips as he drove into me. Without a pause, he began fucking me. His hand was fisted tightly in my hair, his other gripping my shoulder as he pounded into me. My moans and groans got progressively louder. I LOVE it when he gets rough with me. As he continued to use my cunt, I came. My pussy clenched around him and my voice rose as I muttered "oooooohhhhh fuck". He didn't let up, and after the first orgasm ended, the second began. By now, there were no quiet moans and groans. It was a loud, dirty affair rolling off my tongue as his cock pounded into me from behind. I needed more though, and shoved the shower curtain out of the way to grab the baby oil. I reached back to hand it to him, and he knew exactly what I wanted. He pulled out of me, pulled me up to stand in front of him and slid his hand down to grasp my breast. His fingers were rough when they pinched and rolled my nipples, and I cried out again when I felt his mouth clamp down between my neck and shoulder. I could feel his hard, hot cock between my ass cheeks, and he thrust against me a couple times. I moaned and thrust back against him, conveying my impatience. The shower was still cascading over us when he shoved my shoulders down, forcing me to bend over in front of him. I heard the cap on the oil bottle snap closed and felt his fingers massaging my tiny, clenched opening. He worked his finger in to the knuckle to prep me, and I soon felt his cock at my entrance. He didn't give me much time before he began to slide it in, but I was so turned on it didn't matter. My intermittent moans turned into a constant groan as he breached my tight muscle and slid deep inside my ass. When his pelvis bumped up against my cheeks, he stopped for a minute. As I adjusted to his intrusion, he turned the shower head so that it cascaded over my back to help keep me relaxed. He began pumping his hips, thrusting into and out of my tightest hole, all while I groaned unendingly. As his thrusts got harder and faster, my groan got louder until I was practically screaming with desire. "oh yes... oh my god... oh honey..." came out of my mouth when I couldn't groan anymore. Soon, my asshole squeezed him tightly and I had yet another orgasm. This one was so powerful I felt my knees begin to buckle. I'm surprised the neighbors weren't pounding on the shared wall when I screamed my pleasure. I wasn't done yet, and neither was he. His thrusts came even faster, and with the water running down my back, I could hear him squishing into me, feel his balls slapping the backs of my thighs with every thrust, feel his fingers dig into my hips, hear his groans as his orgasm approached. Needing his cum, I started thrusting back at him. How we managed to go so fast standing up, I don't know, but a few minutes later, he pulled me by my shoulder so I was halfway upright and began fucking me faster than he had been. As he pounded into my ass, my constant moan came back. I think it was a "yesyesyesyes" type of moan, but by then I was so far gone, I don't really remember. He fisted his hand in my hair again, and the sharp tugs that came with every thrust of his hips was too much for me to take. I came AGAIN, screaming louder this time "ohfuckkkkkkkkkkk" as my sphincter clenched around his straining rod. I heard his pants and moans change and knew that with just one more thrust... and he was coming in my ass, filling me with his hot cream. I felt his body jerk with each jet of cum until he was finally empty. He released my hair from his fingers, and slid his hands around my face as his cock slipped out of my ass. Surprisingly, the water was still warm, so he turned me in his arms and kissed me as he pushed me back so we were both under the stream. We stood in each other's arms, kissing deeply, stroking each other's backs as the water poured over us, for several minutes. When we came up for air, I rested my head against his chest as his fingers slipped over my back and he kissed the top of my head. We relaxed under the stream for a couple more minutes before he washed up and got out, leaving me to actually shower. Best shower in a long, long, LONG time! The Shower I scraped the key across the door a few times. I put my left hand on the door frame to try and steady myself as the world continued to spin around me. I pressed my forehead against the cool metal of the heavy door that was the last obstacle between me and my nice, comfortable bed. I knew I shouldn't have drunk that last shot. Or probably the last few. I know I got a little carried away, but it was my first real college party. I had to celebrate our school's big win over... some other school that also played football, I guess. I don't follow sports much, but I was out of my parents house, out of my home state, and away from my stodgy, academic high school life. I'd arrived, and it was time to celebrate. I had a great time at the party. There had been guys everywhere for me to talk to. For the first time in my life, I felt like a popular kid. I hung out with guys, and I survived. Ok, considering the way my head is still swimming, I probably made more of an ass out of myself than anything, but at least I survived. After a few deep breaths and concentrating on the feeling of the cold metal against my forehead, I finally felt confident enough to try opening my eyes again. There's the key hole, right there above the door handle. I can do this. I slowly slide the key across the door. It teetered just on the edge of going in. Then, success! The key slipped into the door, and I quickly turned it and pulled the door open. I stumbled into my dorm hallway and against my door. Luckily, I lived in the closest room to the outside door. I immediately knew I'd moved too quickly though, as I felt my stomach do a backflip. Luckily, everything stayed down, but I couldn't go to bed like this. I couldn't have my bookworm of a roommate seeing my like this and maybe reporting me. I stumbled down the hall toward the communal bathroom. I was trying to stay quiet, but I knew in my state, that it was hopeless. At least I'd stayed with the sports theme of the evening and worn sneakers and jeans. I don't know if I would have been able to get all the way to the bathroom in heels and a skirt. Just a couple more doors, then I pushed my way into the dark bathroom. I cursed the inconvenience as I ran my hands across the walls, looking for the light switch. Although, I'm not sure what I was expecting at... way past my bed time. Finally, the lights came on, and I moved into the closest of the three shower stalls. I close the curtain on the outer vestibule and start stripping. I feel gross as I take my shoes off and put my socks on the floor of the bathroom. I'd never been in here without my sandals before. I guess it'll be grosser in a moment when I take my socks off and put my bare feet on the floor, but mentally, there's nothing grosser than wet socks. I quickly strip out of the rest of my clothes, careful to keep my filthy shoes and socks on one end of the bench, and the rest of my clothes on the other end. I notice the stain on the inside of my black thong. That one guy... Joe?... had been very sexy. I should have let him get further than kissing me at the party, but I just wasn't quite ready for more yet. I turn the water on as I step the rest of the way into the shower. The initial blast of cold water stuns me back into lucidness for a moment, and I remember to close the curtain between the shower and the outer area where my clothes are. I lean against the far wall of the shower, enjoying the feel of the now warm water beating on my back and running down my legs. I know the shower walls are probably heinously filthy, but it feels too good to lean against the cinder block. I try to will the increasing nausea away as my world continues to spin. I really shouldn't have taken those last few shots. I don't know how long I've been leaning against the wall when I suddenly jump. I think I must have been falling asleep. I back up into the water ready to actually clean myself off and get to bed. Suddenly, I feel a hand come from behind me to shove some sort of wet cloth into my mouth. The hand is so big that it covers the lower half of my face. I can taste the overwhelming odor of feet, when I realize that my own filthy socks are being pushed into my mouth. I try to back away in revulsion, but I just run into an enormous body behind me, the hand still pressing my dirty socks into my mouth. I feel his chin on my head. I'm 5'10, so this guy must be enormous. I know it's a guy because simultaneously with feeling his chin, I feel something long and hard pressed against my ass and lower back. In my drunken state, it doesn't even occur to me why this guy might have his hard cock pushing at my ass. All I know is that I need to get my socks out of my mouth. Unfortunately, his huge hand over my face made spitting the socks out impossible, and his clearly extremely muscular body behind me was keeping me from getting away. I smell the duct tape before I see it. The man uses his free hand to press the end into my right cheek. He then quickly pulls it across my face, moving his other hand out of the way just as the tape came across my mouth. I heard the loud rip of the tape quickly rolling off as he passed the whole roll of duct tape around my head 4 or 5 times. I can feel the tape in my hair around the back of my head, and I am dreading having to pull it out of there. I reach up to pull the tape off of my face. I'm still solely focused on my mission of getting the socks out of my mouth. He chuckles, a deep alarming noise, as he grabs my hands and pulls them straight down to my side. He holds my arms down with his left arm as he uses his right to run the duct tape roll around my hips, firmly trapping my wrists at my side. It has probably been less than a minute since I first felt his hand on my face, and I am now completely helpless. He pulls me back into his body again. I feel his cock harder than ever against my ass. His pubic hair scratching my ass and his chest hair rubbing on my back. His breath is hot against my ear as he whispers, "I was really looking forward to getting my cock sucked tonight. I really don't want to hear your whining though, so it looks like you'll have to satisfy me in other ways." He grinds his hips into my ass as he speaks. The base of his cock slips between my cheeks, the tip still pressed against my lower back, and the gravity of my situation finally occurs to me. I leap away from him, intent to get away. I'm shocked when he suddenly lets me go, and I lurch forward. My face slams into the cinder block wall that I found so comforting a moment ago, and I fall to the shower floor. He chuckles again. I turn to finally get a look at him, but all I see is his foot descending onto my face. He steps on my eyes, turning my face into the shower floor. The shower is still running, and I am having trouble breathing with the gag in my mouth and the water all around me. "Roll onto your belly, girl." I ignore him, still trying to force my way up. Then I feel him start to put pressure on the foot on my face. I'm sure the tiled floor is leaving an imprint in my face, and I feel like my head is about to cave in. "That's just a taste. On your belly." I feel his foot ease off my face as I roll onto my belly. I taste feet and feel the cotton of my socks rubbing over my tongue. My nose scrapes on the grout between two tiles as I struggle to breathe. Terror takes over as I realize that this is actually going to happen. I'm about to be raped in my own shower. I feel my lower body relax as I involuntarily start peeing. Between the liquor and the fear, I can't help pissing myself. Unfortunately, the drama of the moment is lost as the still running shower immediately washes the evidence down the drain. I hear him chuckle again as he reaches down and pulls my hips up. My hands are still taped to my sides, so my face and chest remain pressed into the floor as my knees pull forward and hold my ass up in the air. I whimper as I feel him start to run my bar of soap over my ass. I'm terrified of what he'll do if I keep fighting, so I just stay still as he continues soaping up my ass. He kneads my cheeks between his fingers as he mutters to himself about my tight, young ass. I try to ignore it as I focus all of my attention on the tickling of the tile grout on the tip of my nose. Hopefully, he'll finish soon, and I can forget that this ever happened. I am brought crashing back to reality when he suddenly jams a finger into my anus. He's essentially told me that he's going to rape me, but it's still a shock to feel him actually enter me. It hadn't even occurred to me why he was soaping up my ass until he started fingering me there. I've never had anything in my ass before. It's really never even occurred to me to try it. I have a toy that I occasionally masturbate with, but I have never even let a guy put his fingers in my pussy. I've definitely never had sex before and never even contemplated anal. I bite down on the socks in my mouth. The odor of feet is still revolting, but having something to bite down on is a welcome distraction as he starts to finger fuck my ass. He adds a second finger as he fingers me for what feels like an eternity. I feel his beard between my legs as he bends down. More stubble than a beard, I think, as I feel him scraping between my thighs. I jump a little as I feel his tongue slide into my pussy. I probably wouldn't hate the feeling if I knew the guy, but right now all I can think about is his slimy, disgusting tongue inside me. I'm concentrating on the taste of feet in my mouth again, trying to avoid thinking about the horror going on behind me. He pulls his fingers out of my ass. Oh god, I know what's coming. Just to make sure, he grabs my hair and pulls my face back. He jams his fingers into my nose. "You like that, don't you, girl? You'd better, because it's time for the main event." Thankfully, his fingers mostly smell like soap. I'm going to have to change soap brands after this, but at least his fingers are relatively clean. The incessant water suddenly stops hitting me. I can still hear the shower running, but he is now kneeling behind me and stopping the flow. His cock is so big that I can actually feel the weight of it as he rests it on my ass. I'm so slippery from the soap that he slips right between my cheeks and presses up against my anus. I thought I had accepted this, but the feel of his actual cock on the verge of raping me was too much. I couldn't handle the thought that this monster was going to enter my ass, where I'd never even put my own fingers. I scream and scoot away as best as I can with my hands still taped to my sides and my chest on the floor. I'm very aware that my nipples are hard for some reason as I feel them scrape across the tiled floor. Unfortunately, I only make it a few inches before the top of my head hits the shower wall. Why are these showers so small? He chuckles again. That maniacal, evil noise. Then, my world explodes in pain as he delivers the hardest spanking that I have ever felt. His hand slams into me over and over again. All I can feel is pain as he beats my ass and my head repeatedly slams forward into the wall from the force of the impact. I'm dazed and barely holding on to consciousness when he suddenly stops the spanking. Immediately after stopping, he grabs my hips so hard I'm worried that they're going to break, and he slams his cock into me. In a way, I'm happy for the savage beating he's given me because I'm so out of it that it feels like I'm watching some other person get fucked. At least he's given up on my ass. It's a sign of how desperate my situation is that I'm vaguely grateful that he's in my pussy now. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm horrified that he's taken my virginity, but at least he didn't get his monstrous cock into my ass. It feels like an eternity, but is probably only a few minutes when I start to become aware of the burning in my ass from him finger fucking me there again. I was so dazed, that I didn't even notice his fingers re-enter my ass, but I can definitely feel them now. He is taking long, deep strokes as he fucks me. He pulls almost all the way out. Then he pushes in so deep that I can feel his big, heavy balls bouncing off of my clit. His demonic fingers never stop working my anus as he fucks me. I stare at my spot on the cinder block wall and bite the socks in my mouth, trying to concentrate on anything but what he is doing to me. I'm elated to hear the bathroom door opening. Someone's going to catch him and save me! He quickly slams all the way deep into me. He continues grinding into me as his hands wrap around my throat. He doesn't say anything, but the message is clear. I keep my silence as we both listen to the mystery woman outside empty her bladder into a toilet. The sound of our shower covers up whatever noise he makes as he fucks me. I can feel his pubes rubbing into my ass as he grinds into me. I desperately want to cry out as much as I can with the gag in, but I'm terrified of the meaty paws now using my throat as leverage while he fucks me. I can hear her washing her hands when I hear, "Hey Sam, is that you in there?" I'm elated. It's my room mate. She'll be suspicious and get help. I can't breathe as the hands squeeze my windpipe shut. He doesn't even break his rhythm as he keeps grinding into me. "Hello?" My attacker calls back in a loud whisper, "No, it's not Sam. I'm just feeling a little sick and needed a shower." The whisper barely carries above the noise, but it must mask his gender enough for my stupid, stupid room mate not to question him further. "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt you, I just haven't seen my room mate yet. Good night." My room mate hangs out for another moment. I'm starting to panic without air, but my attacker neither releases his grip, nor stops grinding into me. My heart sinks as I hear the door open, and we're alone once again. Oxygen floods my lungs as the hands move back to my shoulders, then slide down my back to grip my hips. I feel his cock pull all the way out. I bite down hard on my socks as I feel his tip at my anus. It really had been too much to hope that he'd given up on that. He unceremoniously slams into my ass. I scream into the gag, but hardly any noise comes out. He's fingered me so much and filled me with so much soap, that his cock slides right in. I sob into the floor as he fucks my ass. He doesn't say anything, but his rhythm is much faster now. He is just holding onto my hips and fucking me as fast as he can. I hope almost getting caught inspires him to finish. His hands move back up my back. One settles between my shoulder blades, the other rests on the back of my head. He is pushing my into the floor so hard it hurts. My knees have collapsed, and he's now fucking me directly on the shower floor. I can feel the shower drain rubbing on my right thigh. I would be grossed out, but I have bigger problems now. I can still smell the duct tape and my own feet. The cotton of my socks rubs across my tongue as I bite down on them. His sweat drips on my back as he slams his cock into my ass over and over again. I don't know how long it's been, but I can feel a change in his pace. He is starting to take shorter, quicker strokes. Leaving himself buried in me for longer. For some reason, it occurs to me that he's not wearing a condom. I'm terrified of catching something, but at this point, I just want this to end. At least I don't have to worry about pregnancy with him in my ass. Besides, there's not a whole lot I can do about it. Finally, I feel him push all the way into me. He is so deep, that I can feel his balls contracting against my pussy. I can feel him throbbing inside me for several seconds before he just goes still. He slaps my ass a few times before slowly pulling out of me. I just lie there. Trying to concentrate on anything but the revolting feel of my rapist's cum sliding back out of me. I pay attention to the taste of my feet, the feel of the tiles under my body, the water falling on my shoulders, the ache of my ass where he beat me earlier. Somehow though, all I can feel is my rapists cum sliding back out of my ass, trickling down the outside of my pussy, and running between my thighs. I have no idea how long I've been alone, sobbing on the floor, but I realize that I haven't heard from him in a while. I twist my head to look around, but he is nowhere to be seen. I'm alone, tied up on the shower floor. I struggle a little and my hands immediately pull away from my sides. The moisture from the shower must have weakened the tape, and I just never noticed. I scramble to my feet as I pull the tape off my head and finally spit out the revolting socks. I slam the water off and run out to grab my clothes. Shit, the asshole took my clothes. There's nothing left but my shoes and purse. I don't even care at this point. It's still the middle of the night. I just grab my shoes and purse and run naked and dripping wet back to my room. The Shower "You know what we've never done?" my Mistress asked me over the phone as she as on her way to my apartment. "What might that be Ma'am?" I answered. "We've never taken a shower together," she responded. I thought it over for a second but it was true we hadn't. We had shared a lot of experiences together but never a shower. Courtney and I had known each other for years but it had only been recently that our relationship turned sexual and we took on our present BDSM roles. This was her first time being in a purely Dominant role and it was my first time being in an in-person fully submissive role. As with most people, both of us had been in relationships where at time we had taken on a stronger role or deferred at times, but this was a learning experience for both of us taking on these roles full-time. To her credit, while she had started out tentative, lately she had been really blossoming into her role. At first she was worried about embarrassing herself, doing something I didn't like or hurting me. I kept reassuring her that she wasn't going to embarrass herself, that we should be doing stuff she wanted to do and that as long as she didn't permanently hurt me, any temporary pain would be just fine. Slowly she had gained confidence which was extremely sexy to watch. As she gained that confidence, she began to "push" me much more. When we first started, we attempted some light bondage, some light spanking and Courtney just being more demanding all around. As she gained confidence we moved onto other things but the big turning point was when she purchased a riding crop. It seemed that her swinging that against my ass as I stood in front of her flipped a switch in her. In the past couple of months we had experimented with cross-dressing, chastity, name-calling and we even tried a small strap-on. Courtney's demeanor had also changed recently as well. As part of her growing confidence she was much more demanding, and knew exactly what she wanted to do. I was enjoying every minute of it. "You still there?" Courtney asked. "Yeah sorry, I just drifted off for a second, lost in thought of you in the shower I guess," I admitted. Courtney responded, "I'm glad you like that idea. Because that's what I have planned to do tonight." I smiled and told her how good that sounded to me. We hung up the phone after she instructed me to be sure to have a couple of beers in the freezer as she liked them "frosty." I waited in anxious anticipation. When we first started with our new relationship I had always been anxious as it was all a new exciting experience. However, since Courtney started gaining confidence, I noticed I was beginning to have nervousness around her visits. As I mentioned she had begun pushing my comfort level. At first we were on my time-table, and now we were solidly on hers. It allowed me to be 100% submissive but with that came some anxiety. Courtney arrived at my apartment about 30 minutes later. I let her in and provided her with her "frosty" beer. We each finished our drink and Courtney said, "Well, let's go take our shower, I have a little surprise for you." I quickly led the way to the shower as I was very anxious to see Courtney with water cascading over her naked body. She was so very sexy, standing at 5'6" with such a juicy ass and her luscious 36D breasts. Courtney ordered me to strip down which I did so in front of her. A few weeks earlier she had decided I should be hairless from the neck down and so I stood in front of her fully aroused and not a piece of hair on me except on my head. She smiled at me and said, "oh look at that, your cute little cock seems very excited for me. It seems even smaller without any hair anywhere though. Still it is cute you're trying." I didn't quite know how to respond to that as it was the first time she ever mentioned the size of my cock before. I watched her strip, first revealing her luscious tits, and then peeling down her pants. When she lowered her pants, I was in for a surprise. She had worn her strap-on harness. For some reason, the fact that she wore it over to my apartment was even more of a turn-on than if she had put it once she got there. What also surprised me as she lowered her pants was the large light purple dildo she had sticking out from the harness. As I said we had played with a strap-on dildo before, but it was a very thin 5 inch dildo. Definitely a "starter" size. This one was much thicker, and definitely as longer. Courtney stood in front of me now naked except for her cock sticking out in front of her. "Surprised?" she asked. I could only nod my head in agreement. She laughed and said, "It is a little bit bigger than you're used to but I've been thinking it over, and I think it is important for a submissive like yourself to know what it feels like to have a real cock inside of him. The prior one was more your size and we both know that that isn't big enough. I think a submissive should have to take a cock bigger than he is. Fortunately for you, your cock isn't that big to begin with so it wasn't difficult to find a dildo bigger than you. However, while this one 8 inches long and an inch and a half thick, I think we can call this one a medium sized one. Obviously, you're goal will be to take a bigger one but that's a conversation for another time." By this time I just stood there dumbfounded. I couldn't imagine this one going inside me let alone anything bigger. Courtney started giggling as I stood with my mouth open. "Clearly you like this idea as that little cock of yours is as hard as can be and is dripping precum like a faucet. Let's get into the shower so we can start the fun," Courtney said as she ran her hand up and down her cock. "Oh you might want to go grab the lube as I'm thinking you're going to feel this." I leaned into the shower and started the water and then went to grab my lube. When I got back, Courtney was already under the water. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen with the water cascading down her large tits and running onto the purple dildo sticking out. She saw me gawking at her and said, "Get in here so that I can show you what a real cock is." I stepped into the shower with her and she told me, "kneel down in front of me." I slowly kneeled down, her plastic cock right in front of my face. I had kneeled in front of her many times before. Normally it was to lick her pussy, on occasion it was to suck on the small dildo we had played with before, this was the first time it was much different. I looked at the plastic dildo in front of me. The water was running down the shaft and slowly dripped off the end. Courtney, put her hand behind my head, pulled my hair and my head back and said, "open up slut." As soon as my mouth opened, Courtney thrusted her hips and the large thick dildo slipped past my lips and entered my mouth. Within moments I had gagged on the plastic cock and Courtney told me, "keep sucking my little slut, I know you're not used to being around large cocks like this." I had been on my knees for five minutes when Courtney said, "now time for the main event." When she withdrew the dildo from my mouth I moved my jaw around as it had been in the same position for five minutes. Courtney laughed and said, "oh dear, if you think your jaw is sore after five minutes, I can't imagine what your ass is going to feel like when I'm done. Now turn around and put your hands on the wall." It felt as if I were being arrested as I had to "assume the position." I felt Courtney begin to lube my ass and within moments I felt the head of her dildo at my ass. "You ready to feel what a man's cock is like?" Courtney taunted. "It for sure will be more than you're used to. It's so much bigger than your cock, I can only imagine how inferior you're going to feel after this." She was playing head games, I knew it, but it was working nonetheless. At this point my cock did feel inferior, even though I had never felt that before. But after having this dildo in my mouth for five minutes it was clear it was much larger than I was. Courtney then began to push against my ass, within a few minutes Courtney's cock slipped inside me. I let out a moan as it began to violate me. The water was still splashing on our backs as Courtney slowly pushed the dildo into my ass. I was bent over at the waist with my hands on the far wall. "Oh that looks so good, bent over like the whore you are, taking my cock up your ass," Courtney told me. With each additional inch, she would remind me how much bigger this dildo was than my cock. Before long she had all eight inches inside me. When it was entirely inside of me, she held it there, grinding her hips against my ass. I felt as if I were going to be split in half. I couldn't help but moan as she moved her hips with the dildo buried inside of me. She then began to slowly fuck me with her cock. Before long she had built into a rhythm forcefully pushing the dildo into my ass. Each time she thrusted into me, she grunted a bit and pulled my hips towards her. It was as if each time she wanted to push the dildo deeper into me. I had no choice but to grunt each time she pushed her hips into me in response. While this hurt unbelievably as my ass was stretched open, my cock was growing harder and dripping pre-cum. She continued her head games telling me, "This is now the new standard. From now on, this cock will be in your ass. You better get used to it and before long, we will move up to an even bigger size." Continuing she said, "I can only imagine how this cock makes you feel with it up your ass, tell me how mediocre you think you own cock is now." As she ended her sentence she thrust her hips again and buried the dildo deep in me. I let out a loud groan and had to admit to her that this sized dildo in my ass did make me feel inferior in regards to my own size. She giggled when I admitted it, and said, "Just wait, that ass is going to take so much more in the future." With that she roughly fucked me for the next five minutes, telling me how much larger the cocks were going to get and comparing their size to my own. It felt as if she wanted that cock to come out my mouth she was thrusting so hard. When she was done, Courtney pulled out of my ass and I felt empty. Empty and of course VERY sore. After we had dried off and cleaned up, Courtney led me to the couch while she was still nude. She laid on her back and spread her legs. "Since your cock isn't enough to satisfy me, put your tongue to use," she instructed me. I spent the next two hours pleasing her with my tongue; I brought her to multiple orgasms while she continued to berate my cock size and continued to talk about the dildo I had just taken up my ass. Finally, Courtney sat up and said with a devilish smile, "Let's take a shower." The Shower I had the house to myself. Peace, perfect peace! The wine was opened, the lights dimmed, all I had to do was chose a film to watch from mass of DvD's we had accumulated over the years. Or maybe I should get one from the secret stash in our bedroom; films that were not for general view? My peace was disturbed by the doorbell making its annoying sound and interrupting my decision making. "Oh shit!" I said aloud, wondering who would be at the door. Hopefully not some loser selling double glazing or a religious nutter. I opened the door to be greeted by my neighbour, Alex. "Hi Will," she said looking up at me smiling. "I am sorry to disturb you, but my shower has just packed up and I have just come back from the gym. I couldn't use yours could I?" Alex, stood there with her hair a wet mess, still on her gym clothes. "Yes, of course, do come in," I said. "Oh thanks Will. Let me get my towel and change of clothes. I'll be right back." Alex ran down the drive to her house opposite. I had admired Alex for as long as we had lived in the same street; a short, slim lady about the same age as me, late 40's, a bum to lust after in skin tight leggings, a tight tee-shirt showing her small but nicely shaped boobs, shoulder length auburn hair and a fantastic smile. She and her boyfriend kept themselves to themselves but my wife and I sometimes got together with them for a glass of wine or a BBQ. Alex was soon back with a bag and a towel. "I really appreciate this Will. I always run back from the gym as part of my workout, and the bloody shower would only spray boiling hot water when I tried it." "No problem, any time. The one in our en-suite is best, let me show you." I led her upstairs and it felt really weird going into the marital bedroom with her. I opened the door to the en-suite. "All yours Alex, enjoy!" I said stepping aside. "Thanks," she replied smiling at me as she went into the en-suite bathroom. I left the room, shutting the bedroom door and went downstairs. Putting the thoughts of a film out of my mind I poured a glass of wine and sat staring into space imagining what was happening upstairs; the lather and water cascading over her taught body. The nipples hardening as she stroked them as she washed. I felt myself harden as I thought about her washing between her legs. I wondered if she had much pubic hair? Was she shaven, a bit or totally? I tried to stop the thoughts as I felt myself get even harder. My thoughts were soon interrupted by Alex coming down the stairs. "Will, thanks so much." "No problem Alex, anytime. I would guess that you will need a new shower as these things are not built to be fixed so be prepared to be without one for a few days, but as I say, you can always come over here and use ours. The kids are away with Sue for the next week, so use this place as your own. Do you want a key?" "Wow that's really kind, but let's see what Hugh can do when he comes home. He may be able to fix it or get a new one, but thanks I will let you know." "Sorry, how rude of me," I said. "Would you like a glass?" I added looking at my glass of wine. "Eh, I would love one, but I must get home and start dinner." "Ok," I said trying to hide my disappointment and also trying not to stare at her in a lustful way because my mind was being filled up with visions of her naked in the shower again. With that she headed for the door, turned around and smiled. "Thanks Will, you're a life saver." I returned to the sitting room and decided a naughty porn film was now to be the order of the day so went online and spent the next two hours finishing a bottle of wine, looking at my favourite websites and trying to stop thinking of Alex. The next afternoon the doorbell rang again at about the same time. I opened the door. "Hi Will! Me again, guess what?" Alex said smiling sheepishly at me. "Come in, I guess the shower is still broken?" "Yes, Hugh managed to make it work but now only cold water. He managed to have his shower this morning, but there is no way I am having a cold shower!" she laughed as I let her in. "You know where it is, anything else you need?" "No thanks," she said, "I have everything.". "Ok, let me know if you want me to wash your back," I joked. "Will do, but I think I am OK," she smiled. I busied myself in the kitchen as Alex went upstairs and had her shower, my mind again full of thoughts at what she looked like and what she was doing, how she was cleaning herself, where she was rubbing. I felt her standing behind me. "Thanks again Will, I think we will be ok in a couple of days so if I could use yours again tomorrow...." "Of course, use anything of mine you like Alex," I smiled. "Naughty naughty Will," Alex said smiling as she wagged her finger at me in mock anger. "You behave, or I shall have to put you over my knee!" Amazed at how the conversation was going, for in all our meetings there had never been any flirting or references to sex, I responded with; "promises promises Alex, I might like that!" "I bet you would! Now I had better be going before...." "Before what Alex?" "Stop it Will," she said playfully slapping me on the arm. "See you tomorrow Alex, and don't forget the offer if you want your back washed!" "Ok will do Will, and I will remember your kind offer!" The next day the door bell rang at about the same time again. "Hi Alex!" "Will!" "How are you?" "Will, I am so grateful, but thankfully we should be Ok tomorrow, so this will probably be the last time I bother you." "Trust me Alex it's no bother." "Anyway thanks again." I smiled at her, "Back wash?" "Nice idea, but no thanks." "Ok, maybe a massage after?" She laughed, but then looked at me quizzically. "Are you serious?" I paused. This conversation looked as though it may be going into dangerous ground. What should I say? "If you want one, I would be happy to." "I'll think about it," she said looking serious for a moment. With that she went upstairs and I soon heard the shower turn on and I was soon deep in thought. We all knew where massages often went. But even if I had misread the signs, there was no way I could massage Alex without getting turned on. It was impossible. "Does that massage offer still stand Will?" came the shout from upstairs, interrupting my thoughts. "Of course!" I replied climbing the stairs, trying not to appear to be too enthusiastic. I walked into the bedroom, the bedroom I shared with my wife. Lying on her stomach with a towel over her bottom and just a bra on top was Alex. "Now Will, let's be clear. I just want a straight massage, I know where massages can go, so behave, understand?" "Perfectly," I replied taking in the sight of her lying down on the bed. I went into the en-suite and washed my hands and made them warm and returned with a bottle of baby oil. "Ok?" I said. "I think so, not sure this is correct, but OK. Just behave Will." I poured some oil on my hands and started to slowly rube her shoulders. "Ok?" I asked. "MMMMmmm yes. Nice." I started moving down her back, my fingers and hands covering her back and trying not to get oil on her bra straps. As if aware of what I was thinking, Alex reached behind and undid her bra, and lifting herself up a bit throwing it to one side. "Better?" she asked. "Yes, much." I made long slow sweeping movements down her spine to where the towel covered her bum. I went back up her body with more oil, taking in the sides but being careful not to go too far down the side and touching the sides of her now uncovered boobs; not that I could see them of course. "That's so nice Will, keep going, don't stop. Sue is a lucky lady!" "Thanks," I mumbled. "Would you like your legs done?" "Oh yes, but not me feet. I am very ticklish!" "Ok," I said as I moved towards the bottom of the bed. I filled my hands with more oil and starting on her left leg, I massaged the calf and felt her open her legs a bit to allow me easier access. I then did her right leg, again just the calf and stopping at the back her knees. Getting more oil I returned to her left leg and started just above the back of her knee and massaged her thigh. Kneeding the back of her thigh with my thumbs I massaged the inner and outer thigh with my fingers. Again I felt her open her legs a bit. "That's really nice Will." I stopped doing her left leg and repeated the action on her right. The towel slipped a bit as I kneeded her thighs showing that Alex had a pair of tiny briefs on. "Sorry," I said as the towel slipped a bit more. "No problem," she replied dreamily. "Take it off if it's in the way." I did as she suggested and continued massaging her thighs wondering how high I dare go. I was within a couple of inches of the top of her thigh. I had encountered no resistance but I had agreed to behave. If I went any higher I would be touching her pussy. That was not behaving despite my overwhelming wish to do so. "Will, that's getting very close to being naughty." "Sorry." "Don't be, it's very nice but I think you should stop there." "Ok," I replied, sliding my hands down her thigh back to safer ground just above her knee. I started massaging her thighs again, with one hand rubbing each thigh. "Oh god yes, that's nice Will," Alex sighed, opening her legs a bit wider. I looked up and could just about make the shape of her pussy lips through her briefs, but could also see the unmistakable sign of a wet patch giving away the fact that this massage was turning her on. Taking a chance I started moving up her thighs again, the response to which was her opening her legs a bit more and a sigh as my oily fingers rubbed the muscles of her inner thighs. I was so so close to the top of her thighs, going slowly higher and higher, but this time there was no hint at her stopping me. I was soon at the top and tried to rub between her legs without touching her pussy. I could see she was getting wetter and wetter. Her panties were now almost see-through. Feeling bold now, I said. "Alex, is that Ok?" "Mmmmmm, what do you think?" I slowly rubbed her lips through her panties. "Oh yes, yes!" she sighed. I then slid a finger under the gusset of her knickers and felt her lips directly. Do flimsy material in the way. Sliding along her lips, I felt her open her legs even further and my oily fingers and her natural lubricant made it easy to enter her with my middle finger. "Oh God yes!" Alex exclaimed as I entered her up to my second joint. I felt the muscles inside her grasp my finger. I withdrew it and continued the exploring of her wet pussy with one hand as the other pulled her knickers to one side. I soon found her clit, standing hard and proud and as I gently rubbed it, I felt her stiffen and moan in appreciation. "Yes Will, just there." "Let me take these off," I said as I started to remove her knickers. She helped me but lifting her-self off the bed and I was soon rubbing and stroking her again. As I fingered her and rubbed her, her moaning became more vocal and she was soon crying out that she was about to cum. "Make me cum Will, please!" I had two fingers deep inside her fingering her, finger fucking and finding her gspot. My other hand was busy with a finger rubbing her clitoris. I remover my fingers and went back to rubbing her pussy lips as I continued to play with her clit. Getting closer and closer she raised herself up on all fours, exposing her-self to my lustful eyes. Taking in her hairless shaven pussy, and now for the first time I looked at her tiny rose bud of a bum hole. Dare I, I thought? I was soon taking her juices and rubbing her bum making it slick. I could see it open and close as I touched it and as she made it clear she was so close to cumming I gently put a wet finger in, immediately feeling the hole open to allow me in. "Yes, thats it! Oh Fuck, yes. I am cumming!" With that I felt her bum close tightly around my invading finger and she froze as her orgasm consumed her every nerve ending. As she calmed down, I stopped rubbing her clit and withdrew my finger. Alex collapsed on the bed. "You promised to behave Will!" she said looking at me smiling in that post orgasmic way that women have. "Should I apologise?" "Yes, but that was a hell of a massage and trust me I did only want a massage. Well initially anyway," she smiled. "Well I am glad you liked it." "Oh I did, now maybe I should massage you, or should we just concentrate on massaging one part?" I laughed. "That's up to you!" Alex sat up, allowing me to see her breasts for the first time. Small as I had thought, perfectly shaped with hardly any sag, and topped off by deep red hard nipples. "Come on then, kit off and lie down Will." I did as I was asked, aware of my middle aged paunch compared with her finely tuned slim gym figure. I was semi hard and as I lay down but I hardened as I saw her stand up and I could take in all of her nakedness. She put some oil on her hand and started to gently rub my cock. It was soon rock hard. "Nice?" she asked. "Mmmm!" More oil and a faster action then followed. She then started cupping my balls and playing with them with one hand as she stroked me with the other. "Oh God yes! I will not last long Alex!" "Good, that's the idea." I was soon fucking her hand. She kept her hand still and I thrust into it. "Oh my God I am going to cum," I shouted and almost immediately stopped thrusting as she grabbed my balls a bit tighter and I shot wad after wad of thick white sperm over her hand and my chest. Cleaning herself and my chest she said "I think you needed that!" "Oh yes, I did," I sighed. "Will," she said looking at me seriously. "That was fun, but it was also wrong and it will never happen again. Ok?" "Ok." "I mean it, we have too much to risk. I enjoyed it, I really did, but if it started to become a regular thing I don't think I could live with the guilt, and if we got caught...well." "I know," I said. "I can't help but agreeing with you in one way, but wishing we could do more another time." "We can't. We mustn't. Anyway my shower is fixed now." With that she stood up, gave me one last glimpse of her body, got dressed and gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead and left, looking over her shoulder to say: "Bye Will, thanks for the shower, and the extras!" The Shower & the E-Mail (Real life event, names have been changed and removed for privacy) * * * * * To: You From: Me I had been reading the stories for a while, hot beyond belief, my panties wet with the sexual thoughts roaming through my mind. My fingers naturally slowly rubbing my swollen clit, getting me to the point of orgasm then stopping just like the way you tease me. Torturing myself a couple of times before realizing my thoughts of you mixed with the stories were going to kill me if I didn't do something soon. I glanced over at the drawer that held my toy in it and slightly smiled, my fingers running up and down my wet slit as I imagined thrusting it in and out of me. A low moan escapes my mouth and I stiffen afraid of someone hearing me, then I laughed realizing...I was home alone. Grinning I thought up what I intended to do; I still needed to jump in the shower, so why not have a little water play. I grabbed a clean pair of panties, my housecoat and my toy from the drawer then hurried into the big bathroom. Turning on the water I carefully placed a clean towel on the toilet seat and grab a washrag. Then I laid my toy on one of the two small seats within the shower. I debated over what I wanted to do first wash myself or play, again I grinned, I would wash myself. I soaped up my washcloth and ran my hands over my body, caressing and rubbing, letting the hot water wash the soap off then applying more. I groan aloud and smile to myself knowing that I could be as loud as I wished during this playtime...if only someone could have been there to listen. My eyes moved to my razor as I proceeded to shave my legs, and the other normal areas, then I ran my fingers through the growing hair between my legs. It had been a few months since I had been completely shaven; it was time to shave again. I loved the way I felt when I was bare, my skin smooth and rubbing against my thighs, causing a tingling sensation whenever I'd walk or sit down, more so against my panties. Again I groan and lather myself up with shaving cream then began to slowly shave away the hair. My fingers teasing my folds as I moved and tugged on them to make sure I got every last bit of hair. My legs were shaking so bad as my body was on fire, the heat from the water adding to my excitement. Finally I was completely bare, my fingers tracing my folds satisfied with how smooth I was, one circled my clit bringing back the need, the reason I brought my toy to the shower with me in the first place. I reach for it, turning, putting my back against the wall as I slide down, my knees bending. The hot water beating down on my exposed clit, as I slowly rub myself, then I stick a finger into my warm wetness. I groan again, louder this time and relish in the fact I could cry out as loud as I needed to. I bring the head of my toy to my entrance and slowly apply pressure. As it stretched me I cried out softly, from the pain. The big head larger then my fingers as it slowly entered me, I imagined it was you pressing my back against the wet shower wall. That it was you squeezing my bare breast as I begin to move the toy inside me... I cry out and move it faster, my other hand moving to my swollen clit, rubbing furiously as the pace of my toy speeds up. Groaning over and over again as I thrust my hips against the toy, my legs shaking so hard I can barely stand anymore. I sink down to the floor of the shower on my knees, the water pouring over my head and back as I lean forward my hand grasping the toy in me and forcing it harder in me. My hips rising as I rock back and forth on my knees fucking myself harder and harder. My cries and moans echoing through out the shower stall, becoming high pitched as I close my eyes tightly feeling as if I'll explode. With one last thrust inside I scream out and I feel my body tear apart mentally, convulsing on the floor of the shower as I ride wave after wave of orgasm. Slowly I remove the toy and lay there slumped over, catching my breath. When I felt I was able I stand I shut off the water, grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my wet hair before I stepped out of the shower. A slow smile plays across my satisfied face as I realize what email I'm going to be sending you next. Hope you had a good lunch, I did ;) Love you, Mistress The Shower and the Seduction My mother is and always has been a very beautiful woman. In fact I think most men would agree that she's pretty damn hot. Even now at 42 years old, she still turns more than her fair share of heads when we go out. She's Mexican-German in descent, so she's got dark hair and a medium complexion, but with bright blue eyes. And as far as her body is concerned, well she's got one. And that is exactly how I ended up in such a fantastic moral quandary. See, for as long as I can remember my mother has always been an active woman. She's active in the school system, the community, you name it and she at least has a foot in the door if she's not completely running the show. It doesn't matter if it's the women's softball league, or a couple hours at the gym, or even if it's just an afternoon of vigorous gardening around our quaint two-bedroom townhouse, she can never sit still. And because of this she has easily maintained a figure that most 42 year-olds (and most 25 year-olds, for that matter) in our neighborhood would kill for. You might think that it would be very difficult to be a 21 year-old guy living alone with a woman with a figure like hers, but my mother's figure honestly never concerned me while I was growing up. It was probably because she was never very conservative with it at home. She never thought twice about walking around the house in her "bed clothes", which more often than not consisted of nothing but panties and a tight tee-shirt or tank top. She was often braless, and wore thongs, and slinky negligees and other casual lingerie, but what woman didn't? I myself would frequently only wear boxers during the hot summer months, and this too had never really struck either of us as abnormal. It's not like we were naked in front of each other. And so our mutual state of undress in the mornings and evenings never really warranted our attention, because for us it was the norm. My mother's body, though often close to nude and always on display, never brought about any kind of sexual arousal in me, nor did mine arouse her. That is, until recently. About two weeks ago there was a nasty blizzard that dropped about 10 feet of snow over a period of 2 days and one night. It was the worst winter storm our area had seen in something like 30 years, and in its wake had managed to bury homes and vehicles, destroy a few older houses, and also down several power lines. That is how my mother and I became affected. With the power lines having dropped overnight, both of our alarm clocks were dead, and I awoke that morning to my mother shaking me violently and telling me to get up, quick. I knew immediately that something was up, due to the fact that she was bundled up in sweats and a scarf. When I pulled the covers down to my waste I realized why, because the temperature in my bedroom was practically sub-zero. "What's going on?" I asked. "I don't know, but the power is out and it's freezing in here!" She was shivering through her scarf and wool socks, and looked worried. "I need you to get some of that firewood from the basement, so we can have some heat." "Okay," I replied, confused and not moving. "Well come on, what are you waiting for?" She whined and began hopping and rubbing her arms vigorously, a futile attempt at generating some body heat. "I need you to leave before I can get up." Her eyes narrowed for a moment and then she cracked a sarcastic smile. "What, are you naked?" She asked. "What's it to you?" I smiled a groggy smile back. She laughed. "Well you ain't got nothing I haven't seen before, boy. Hurry up!" And she turned and left the room. I quickly jumped out of bed, dismissing her lewd comment, and threw on a pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt. Still cold, I decided a pair of wool socks wouldn't hurt me, either. I didn't waste any time in running straight to the basement. We had some old firewood down there that had been stock-piled since God knows when, but we'd never had a use for it with central heating and air in the house. Now I was glad we'd kept it. In the corner of the dining room was an old wood-burning stove that we decided to keep when we moved in, not for its intended purpose, but because it gave the room a sort of old-time rustic appeal. We'd never used it in the fifteen years we'd lived there, and now we were both praying it was functional. Neither of us knew how much snow had fallen outside, but we couldn't see out of any of the windows, so we were guessing a lot. I just hoped it hadn't covered the stove pipe on the roof of the house. A quick strike of a match and we'd find out. We got lucky, and it worked better than we'd hoped. Much to our surprise, the little stove had some real heating power. Within an hour the house was getting a little too hot for us to handle, so we shed the extra layers and were able to move about the house with at least a slight sense of normality. Mom put on a pair of tight boy shorts and an oversized cardigan. I knocked around in a pair of pajama pants and a wife-beater. We weren't going anywhere, so there was no sense in getting dressed. A battery-operated clock-radio on the top shelf of the linen closet told us all the details of the storm, and informed us that although the power company was working diligently through adverse conditions, power most likely would not be restored for a minimum of three days. That was the bad news. The good news was that we had plenty of food and drink, and candles to at least dimly light the essential parts of the house. The storm hadn't come without warning, so we were mildly prepared. We also had an old backup generator in the basement that was practically an antique. Neither of us even knew if it worked, but we were about to find out. We both went down into the basement to check out the generator, and mutually decided that it was next to useless. We could use it for about 20 minutes per day, based on a worst-case-scenario of five days of isolation, which would give us not more than about 5 minutes-worth of hot water, if that. At least with that we'd be able to take a quick shower before bed. We mutually decided that that was the best use for it. We spent the rest of the day talking, playing cards and board games, and trying hard not to go stir-crazy. It was especially hard for Mom, because she couldn't stand to sit still. She had always had a way to expel her energy, and now without one she seemed to be getting very anxious. She was in her room with the door closed about six times throughout the day, something that rarely happened around our house. We weren't very secretive from each other, and rarely closed our doors. I felt bad for her, but what could I do? I just hoped it wouldn't take as long as they said it would to get things up and running again. So when the first day finally waxed and waned and nighttime came, we got together and planned our attack on the shower. First I would run down to the basement and kick on the generator while mom waited in the bathroom to jump in. Then she would do a quick in-and-out, just taking care of the bare essentials, and by the time I had run back upstairs, stripped off my clothes, and made it back to the bathroom she would be out and we would perform the old switcheroo. It wasn't going to be fun, but it was all we could do for the next few days besides going without showers, and we both agreed that that was a bad idea. So we would just have to suck it up and deal with it. The time finally came, so Mom went into the bathroom and disrobed, and after a short pause told me she was ready. As ridiculous as this was, we had to admit that it was sort of fun trying to beat the clock. "Okay, here I go," I shouted through the door. "Hurry," She yelled back, no doubt shivering on the cold tile floor. I hauled ass down into the basement and made my way to the generator. It took me three tries to start the damn thing, and then I bolted out of the basement as quickly as I could, stumbling like an idiot in the dark, but nevertheless determined. I reached my bedroom and shucked off my clothes, threw a towel around my waste and made a beeline for the bathroom. With no hesitation I burst through the door, whipped my towel on the floor...and stopped dead in my tracks. I Froze. There she was, two seconds too late, having just stepped out of the shower and onto the cold tile. She too was motionless, staring back at me, wide-eyed, dripping wet from head to toe, and like me, seemed unable to even think of what the next move was. Her towel was on the rack behind me, so she couldn't get to it. I don't think the towel was what she was concerned with, anyway. She was busy letting her eyes wander over my body. I was studying her too, though not altogether intentionally. She was slender, shapely and toned. Her breasts were round and full, and appeared surprisingly firm for her age. Her nipples were hard, probably just because of the cold. And just below her nice, flat tummy was a thin line of pubic hair that ran straight down between her legs. As many times as I'd seen her almost nude, it hadn't prepared me for this, the bare flesh. All that workout time had really done her body good. I looked up and noticed that her eyes were wide and fixed directly on my crotch. I was fully erect. Not surprising, but wholly embarrassing, as I'm sure you can imagine. Finally after what seemed like an eternity I broke first and scrambled to recover my towel and cover myself. "Could you hand me mine, too?" She said, her voice trembling. "Yeah," I reached and grabbed her towel off the rack and turned to hand it to her. She was standing with her knees together, one hand attempting to cover both breasts but failing miserably, the other clamped between her legs shielding her pubic region. I held her towel out for her, but with no free hands she just stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I couldn't help but notice that her left nipple was exposed, and when she saw me glance at it she made a valiant effort to cover it up. I shouldn't have been looking, but who could help it? Besides, her eyes had been wandering too. Trying to juggle her breasts with one hand wasn't working, and was only making matters worse. She finally realized the attempt was futile, dropped them both and snatched the towel out of my hand. "Oh just turn around!" She hollered. I turned, but I didn't look away. I was unsure of whether I should go or stay. The shower was still running and the water was getting colder by the second. Without another word Mom darted from the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. I hesitated a second, and then jumped in the shower. The water was lukewarm at best, so all I could do was rinse off and then jump right out before it got too cold. It was a terrible shower, but I honestly wasn't too concerned with that at the moment. My mind was on other things. I knew what had happened was somehow wrong, but I wasn't sure why. I replayed the images over and over again in my head: running up the stairs into my room, shedding my clothes, grabbing the towel, charging into the bathroom, and then staring at my mother's naked body, hands at her sides, the sheen of her wet skin reflecting in the candlelight, the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. I dried myself off and realized I was still hard as a rock. I wanted badly to jack off right there in the bathroom, but I didn't think it was the right thing to do at the time. I decided to wait until my dick softened before I left the bathroom, but I gave up after a few minutes passed and there was no sign of that happening. I wrapped the towel around my waste with a huge tent in the front of it and peeked out the door to see if my mom was around. The coast was clear. Her door was still closed, and with any luck would stay that way until I made it to my room. I darted through the door and walked as quickly and quietly as I could to my room, and eased the door closed. My dick was so hard now that it hurt, and I knew the only way to ease the pain was to cum. I threw off the towel, laid on my bed and began stroking myself, slowly at first, and then faster and harder. It felt too good, and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to climax. I began thinking of my mother's wet naked body again. It felt dirty and wrong, but I'm sure that's why it turned me on so much. Not to mention the fact that she was a knockout. I imagined what it would be like to cup her large breasts in my hands, stroke her nipples, and penetrate her soft shaved pussy. I could feel the pressure building in my swollen cock. Suddenly, just when I was on the verge of climax, there came a gentle knocking on my door, which I hadn't completely shut in order to avoid unnecessary noise. "Honey, are you in there?" I sloppily tossed the sheets and comforter up over my nakedness as the door began to open. "Yeah," I answered softly, pretending to already be asleep. It didn't make much sense with the candle still burning, but I didn't have time to think of everything. "Are you...decent?" She asked. Hell no, I wanted to reply. But it hardly matters now, does it? "Uh...well yeah," I replied. "Can I come in?" She had never asked me to come in before. "Yeah, of course," She entered slowly, cautiously, and when she realized that neither of us was naked anymore (as far as she knew) she made her way to the bed and sat down next to me. I was trying hard to conceal my large erection. She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt that was three sizes too big. It was much more than she normally would've been wearing and we both knew why. I was actually a little disappointed to see her somewhat bundled up. That sounds wrong, but it's how I felt at the time. "Well," she began, and after a short pause seemed unsure of where to go from there. We both sat in the silence and avoided eye contact. "What do you think?" "What do I think of what?" I asked, not trying to play dumb intentionally, that's just what came out. Her grimace didn't draw any further comment from me. "Of what happened, silly," I just smiled. I don't know why, but I couldn't help it. It was one of those smiles that happen when something is awkward and you're not sure what to say. "What's so funny?" She asked, smiling nervously herself. "I don't know. Nothing," I replied. "What happened? You were supposed to be out by the time I got there." "I was out," she said flatly, a point that could not be argued. "You know what I mean," "Well I had to wait for the water to heat up, and I knew I didn't have much time, so I jumped in and washed as quickly as I could, but...apparently it wasn't quick enough." "Apparently not," I agreed. We paused for a moment, both reliving the experience. "Well I'm just glad I wasn't the only one who was naked," she said, with a slight laugh. I had almost forgotten that I was naked, too. I laughed a little along with her, still embarrassed over my hardness. "Yeah, and I'm sorry about...well you know," "No, no, no...it's okay. I'm just sorry about the way I acted. I shouldn't have been staring at it like that," she looked nervous and ashamed. "Well I was staring at you, too," I replied. "I noticed," she smiled lightly. "Well then I guess we're even," I said, and she seemed to agree. There was a short pause as we reflected on the moment. "Well look Honey, the reason I came in here wasn't to relive the whole thing. I just want you to know that...I don't feel awkward about this and I don't want it to make things difficult between us, okay?" She was lying right through her teeth. You could just about cut the awkwardness in the room with a knife. "As a matter of fact, I'm glad it happened." I raised my eyebrows and looked at her like she was crazy. "Come again?" "Yeah, I'm glad it happened," she continued. "This is a big stepping stone in our relationship. See, now we really have nothing to hide from one another. You've seen me in my most vulnerable state, and I've seen you in yours. Now we can feel completely free to express ourselves in ways that we probably never would have before, see what I mean?" She looked like she was praying for some sign of my concurrence. And I had to admit, as crazy as it sounded she did have a point. "Yeah I guess I do," I said, honestly feeling a little better. "Good. Besides, it was nobody's fault, and...well that's it. Accidents happen. Let's just not let it get in the way of our relationship, okay?" "Of course not, Mom. I guess I don't really feel that awkward about it, either. Well I do feel awkward for obvious reasons, but I agree with you and I definitely don't want it to come between us." "Okay, well that's good," She let out a sigh of relief. "Then we're agreed?" "Agreed," With that she spread her arms for a hug. I was unsure of what to do, as I was still very much naked, and still had a raging hard-on. I lowered the covers enough to sit up and hug her without revealing too much. At least I hoped not. As we embraced, I could feel her braless breasts pressing against my bare chest, and the feel of them made my cock pulse. I tried to stop it, but there was nothing I could do. My erection was severely tenting the covers around my waste. Hopefully she wouldn't notice, since most of the covers were bunched up around my lower torso anyway. The dim lighting was working to my advantage, too. When we separated I kept myself propped up at the elbows in hopes it might help. We stared at each other again. "Now let's both get naked!" She kidded, laughing out loud. If you only knew, I thought. "Well at least I still look good," she consoled herself. "Yeah you do," I agreed wholeheartedly, and then quickly realized how the reply must've sounded. Her eyebrows raised and so did mine. "I mean...well...you know...you look..." it was a lame attempt to cover my ass, and she just giggled. I gave up, embarrassed once again. "Don't worry about it, honey," she said with a smile, and placed a hand on my chest, rubbing me softly. The soft touch of her fingers gave me goosebumps. Her eyes wandered over my body once again. "You know you don't look so bad yourself, Tiger," she said, her hand sliding down over my stomach. "In fact, I'd say any girl would be lucky to have you." Her eyes traced my body down toward the blankets and her hand followed, lightly running over my torso until she reached the blankets. My cock jumped and stirred the covers, and she saw it. She gasped and pulled her hand away quickly. "Uh...Okay. I guess I'd better get to bed and let you...do whatever it is you do." She smiled a knowing smile at me and leaned in, softly kissing my cheek. "Goodnight, baby." And with that she stood and walked out of the room, leaving the door open. Alone at last, I threw the covers off the bed and began jacking off violently, not giving a shit that the door was wide open. I cupped my balls with my free hand and worked them gently with my fingers. Within seconds I was shooting load after load of hot semen onto my stomach and chest. I threw my head back, arched my back and came long and hard. It was a good orgasm, and afterward I quickly dozed off to sleep, extremely satisfied with the outcome of my day.