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Happy Valentines

By: Perfect1



To my Valentine,

We are away from each other too much. Living apart from you makes me yearn for your touch and the feel of your body. When I see you next it will not be too soon. But I want you to know what I will do to you when that time arrives.

You will enter my house with me waiting to take your bags off your arms. Then I will slowly put my hands on either side of your face and let you see the passion and love in my eyes. My lips will part and our kiss will be slow, long and filled with Love. Our bodies will come together and I will feel your heart beating against my chest. When our kiss is over I will smile and take your hand to lead you into the bedroom. No words need to be spoken.

On the way to the bedroom, my passion for you will win out and I will have to stop and press your body against the wall. My hands will be just above your waist when I start to kiss you again. This time our kiss is hard, passionate and full of wanting. My tongue is exploring your mouth as my hands come up under your blouse. I feel your naked flesh goose-pimple with the touch of my bare skin. You know where my hands are going and your kisses get rougher as you cannot wait. Your hands are holding my head and running through my hair, but I know they want to be on my hands moving them quicker. But you play along as you know the anticipation of your pleasure will be coming soon. 

My hands come over your bra covered breasts, and immediately I can tell from your reaction that you wished that you had removed that bra before you got here. Even with the support and coverage you need to handle your D-sized breasts, I can feel your hard nipples getting even harder. You want to start stripping right there, but I stop you and back just far away to stop your kisses. You will have to wait for me to completely satisfy you today. 

I know that it has been a long time since we have made Love but I keep telling you that the longer and slower it takes for us to enjoy each other's body, the more pleasurable it will be. Again I take your hand and we enter our bedroom. You always refer to this room as "Your" bedroom, but this is my sleep room until you arrive, then it is "Our" bedroom.

I stand you facing our mirror and walk behind you. I enjoy watching your expressions as I remove your clothing. First, from behind you, I reach around and start unbuttoning your blouse. As each button comes undone, I see more and more of the beautiful flesh that I will be exploring. I remove your blouse off your shoulders and take the time to nibble your neck like you want. I can see that your eyes are closed and that your head has fallen back to give me more access to the nape of your neck. I take this chance to admire your full cleavage that is formed by your heaving chest. I know that I will be seeing them fully naked soon, but there is always something sexy and dirty about sneaking a peek at your partially covered breasts.

As my lips depart from your neck, I move my hands down to the waist of your jeans. I know that you are looking at your body and probably thinking "I am not good looking and my body is fatter than it should". But I am thinking "This body is so hot and gorgeous and I want to make it quiver with pleasure". I unsnap your jeans and slide them down your legs. I kneel at your feet as I remove them one leg at a time. While I am down there, I also remove each sock. I do this slowly too so I can sneak a whiff of your panty covered pussy and the sweet aroma that emits from it. I gently caress each foot as your socks are removed, because I know how sensitive they become when we are in the throes of passion. My hands now gently caress your legs as I get up from my knees. Your hands circle behind you to try to start at my clothes, but I stop them and just shake my head at you in the mirror. You pout but you know your time will come.

I reach up and unhook your bra. I watch in the mirror as your breasts are revealed to me. Your eyes are now watching me as I think that you like to see my expressions too. I smile as I close into your body and my hands take another slow course to your breasts. Your hands cover mine as they come under your breasts and slowly move over your hard nipples. I feel your body shiver and your knees weaken a bit as the pleasure ripples through your body. But our hands cannot stay there. Again I move down your body and slowly remove your panties. As my hands come back up your legs, my right hand cups around your thigh and my fingers part your pussy lips. Your pussy is so wet and I need to get a quick taste of you. You watch my expression as I lick your juices from my fingers, waiting for my approval. My eyes and my smile tell you that I am very happy to taste you.

I hug you from behind and take another look at your gorgeous body. But I know you anxious to get started on your turn. You break the hug and move me to face the mirror now. It is your chance to tease and excite me further. 

Your hands find the bottom of my shirt and slowly lift it over my head. You take the time to caress my nipples even though they do not send shivers down my body. But your smirk on your face is what I like to see. That means you still have a sense of humor when it comes to love making. Your hands now caress my belly and poke at my belly-button letting me know that I did not touch yours. I roll my eyes and think to myself that one of these days I will get it right. You undo my pants and slide them to the floor. You can see that my cock is already hard and straining to be released. You remove my pants and socks and slowly come around the front of me on your knees.

You like to see the release of my cock straight on. As you pull my underwear down, my cock springs out to greet you. You give it a quick kiss on the head. Then you gaze up to me and I see your devilish grin. You mouth the word "mine" as your mouth engulfs my cock. It is my turn to get weak in the knees as it takes great strength not to let you take me to a climax. But you know that I will not let that happen. I reach down and grasp your shoulders to stand you up again. You take one more lick and give me your pout again, like I took away your favorite toy.

Standing naked in front of each other, we let our bodies come together like when you first entered the house. This time we can feel each other, but it is still the Love that we take from the kiss. Our kiss breaks and we turn towards the bed. You start the teasing by crawling onto the bed so I can see your wonderful ass. You have never let me explore that and maybe never will, but you know you can tease me with it.

You crawl to the head of the bed and lay on your back with your hands grabbing the spindles on the head board. You like to be tied up once in a while, but it is always fun to see how long you will keep your hands there as I start to caress you. I now take my turn and crawl between your legs, kissing my way up your body. I move past your pussy (that will come later) and kiss up your belly, making sure I add some attention to your belly-button. My mouth and tongue now find their way to your breasts. I start with the left one as my tongue licks your nipple. I flick it back and forth very fast and then gently suck it into my mouth. I feel your body coming alive as it is trying to coax my hips down to meet yours. This will not happen yet.

My mouth now moves to your right breast and I repeat the licking and sucking. But before I leave that nipple, I give it a quick nip with my teeth just to get your attention. This is my turn and you will let me take my time. Our bodies come together again for a passionate kiss as my lips find yours. You wrap your legs around me hoping that my cock will be enticed to enter your pussy and you will feel its hardness enter into you. But you need to be pleasured a whole lot more than this.

I make sure that you are still holding onto the head board as I break our kiss. I rise up onto my knees and reach down to pick up your right leg. I start caressing your foot and kissing your toes. Your feet are so sensitive and I like to see the pleasure in your face as I lick and suck on them. Each toe and in between each toe gets a different response from you. I enjoy this too because I love your feet and I also get a beautiful view of your extraordinary pussy. After the right comes the left and I repeat each lick and suck to make sure that I do not forget a part of you.

I want to start kissing my way up your legs, but I notice that you have sat up and now you are shaking your head at me. It is your turn again. I lie down and grab a hold of the head board now. To give up all control is very difficult, but I know that you will take good care of me.

You sit straddle my legs with my cock standing just before you. My body does not have all the secret spots or the pleasure spots that yours does and I feel sorry that you have mainly my cock to play with. But you still know how to tease. You look at my hard cock and smile, then your hands travel up your body and start caressing your breasts. You see the longing in my eyes and face, but inform me that I had the chance, now it is your turn. You pull at your nipples and twist them harder than I dare to, all the while giving me that devilish grin.

Finally your hands travel down your body and onto my cock. With your touch a little pre-cum appears at the head and you use this lubricant to make my cock head glisten and shine. You then bend down and start licking the head of my cock. Your hair falls over your head so I cannot see, but as soon as I try to brush it away you give my cock a quick bite to let me know that it is not allowed. It is my turn to pout. Now with my cock in your mouth you pivot your body and straddle my chest. With your pussy just over head I raise my head and start licking your pussy. I knew you couldn't last too much longer not to have my tongue lapping at your pussy.

With this move I knew it was alright to let go of the head board. I grabbed your hips and brought your pussy down to my mouth. This opened you up more and made it easier to explore you. I can feel your tongue and hot mouth on my cock, but when I start licking and sucking on your clit you cannot keep up and have to take time to catch your breath. I can feel the orgasms run through your body as I put a finger inside you as I am licking away. Your body starts convulsing as each orgasm gets stronger and stronger. 

Finally you have had enough and need my cock inside you. You swing your ass around and as quick as you can, you settle your pussy down around my cock. First you just rock your hips back and forth with your hands on my chest. I reach up and start twisting your nipples and try to get to suck on them. But you do not need this, you lean back and put your hands behind you and start rocking up and down on my cock. This feels so great, but the view is just as good. Being able to see your naked body get pleasured as it sits on me is a site to behold. 

I keep on concentrating on my cock and not to let it cum too soon. I want to make sure that you have been completely satisfied before I cum. You start to slow down a little and now you take your time and feel my entire cock as you piston up and down it. I try to put my hands on your breasts again, but you slap them away and cover them with your own hands. You have something else on your mind. I watch as you lick your finger tips and then rub your nipples. You are getting them rock hard now and I see your eyes are now closed enjoying the sensations going through your body. You usually do not perform for me like this, but I have always enjoyed watching you.

Your body now stops moving as you let my cock release from your pussy. Somehow you knew I was getting close to cum, but you did not want it yet. You are still playing with your nipples and my hands get slapped away every time I try to touch you. So I move my hands back to the headboard and that brings a new smile to your face. I watch your hands caressing your breasts and then I watch your right hand travel down your body. This is something that I rarely get to watch.

Your fingers find your clit and they expertly start working their magic. Your middle finger moves from the clit to being sucked up inside your pussy. Your fingers start moving faster and faster and your hips start moving in rhythm. Your orgasm is building and you cannot stay silent any more. Your orgasm gets screamed out as your body shudders and shudders like you are having a seizure. 

After multiple minutes of continuous convulsing your body settles down and you collapse on top of me. I allow you to recover a bit before I start kissing your face, your lips, your eyes, any place I can kiss I do. You are still trying to get your breath, but you know that I am not done and you will have to wait before you can fully relax.

I slip out from under you, and since you have been on your knees for a while I roll you over and put your legs up by my shoulders. I know you like this as I can get deeper and this way I can easily control the tempo. My cock splits your pussy lips as I lean into you and the sensation is so overwhelming. I have to take my time as I will not be able to last much longer. Your self-pleasuring performance gave my cock a break, but it wants release too. I start to quicken the pace as you move your feet flat against my chest. Our bodies start pumping together as my climax is building. I am not sure if you are getting pleasure out of this or not anymore, but you are gasping and panting like you are. Again your hands find your nipples as my thrusting gets harder. Now I know you are getting excited as your hips move up to meet mine. I can feel my cock wanting to cum and you look into my eyes. With an animal groan you say the only words to me. "Fuck me, fuck me hard." With that I lean into you and thrust as hard as I can for as long as I can.

The pleasure that whips through my body is so intense that I cannot even pin point the time I cum. It is like pain and pleasure and a numbing experience all in one. We collapsed in each other's arms and sleep the rest of the day like that. Happy Valentine's Day.

Happy Valentine's Day



After a very romantic dinner, I suggested we go back to my place for dessert.

As we enter my place, we head for the kitchen. As you enter, I ask you to "Take a seat at the table." Two red candles, a bottle of wine and two wine glasses are in the center. I pass you a lighter and ask," Please will you light the candles."

The candles were lit so I turned off the lights and I walked towards you. I give you a short and sweet kiss. "Now for dessert" I say as I pull out a bowl of strawberries and another of whipped cream. I then set them on the table.

I take a strawberry and dip in into the whip cream, then I bring it to your lips. You take a bite and as your lips touch my fingers a warm and tingly feeling becomes present in my body. I then bring the rest of the strawberry to my lips and when it was done I lick my lips.

It is your turn so you take a strawberry and place it in between your lips; I lean forward and take the strawberry from your warm and inviting mouth. A trail of strawberry juice runs down my chin.

You then lean forward and start to kiss my chin and neck. A sweet whisper is heard in my ear." I wonder what else tastes like strawberries." I look at you and you smile.

I start to unbutton your shirt and as I am doing this, the strings of my halter top are being untied. When I have successfully removed your shirt, I dip my finger into the whip cream and I bring it back to your chest where I draw a heart and then I lick it off.

My shirt is now on the floor and a dollop of whip cream has found its way to one of my erect nipples. You start to trace the outside of my nipple with your tongue, then you start to lick and suck the whip cream off, the same attention is given to my other nipple.

I whisper in your ear, I'm all sticky; I think I need a shower. I stand up and you then follow me into the bathroom. I then turn on the shower, as I am adjusting the temperature of the water, I feel your hands at my waist unzipping my skirt. As it fell to the floor I step out of it and then I start to help you with your pants. I then feel your hands at my waist again and this time you have hooked your thumbs under my elastic of my panties and you are sliding them down my legs. I then remove your boxers.

I step into the shower and you follow. I run my hands over your chest. "Your still sticky" I say, I reached behind me for a washcloth. I take my time washing your chest and every time I finish a spot I kiss it.

When I am done with the cloth you kiss me and take the cloth and start to wash my breasts, as you do this I start to rub your manhood. What I am doing to you, and what you are doing to me is a deadly combination, I start to moan. When I do this you drop the washcloth and your hands start to roam my body. I then gasp as you place a finger inside me; you start to move it faster and faster. I start to moan again but this time louder. I start to cling to your shoulders as I am getting close to orgasm and I know my knees will go weak. You kiss me, then ask, "Are you all right. "Yes." I say, in short gasps, I smile. We hold each other for a couple of minutes. I turn off the shower and I step out and I hand you a towel. We then take turns drying each other. When we are done, I say, "I'll meet you in the bedroom in a few minutes." As you left I put on my lingerie that I just bought. It is a short pink slip dress with two slips and a lace up top at the front. It also comes with a G-String.

As I enter the bedroom, I say, "Happy Valentines Day." You are lying on the bed with your head propped up on a pillow. You smile and wink.

I walk over and kiss you on the lips. As I do this you pull me onto the bed beside you. With in minutes were were skin-to-skin and touching and exploring each other's bodies.

I lay there, I wonder to myself, why does lingerie have to be so expensive when it never stay's on your body.

You then take one of my hands and you bring each and every one of my fingers into your mouth. This sensation drives me crazy.

I then start to run my fingers and nails down your back. Your hands are draped over my wanting body and you pull me closer towards you.

I know, I want you inside me and I'm ready. With one quick thrust your inside me and your start to move faster and faster. I then angle myself so you can go deeper inside me. I start to yell out "Yes, Yes" and then your name. I have never felt this fulfilled in ages.

I climax and we just lay and hold each other. You then whisper in my ear. "I love you" I start to cry as no guy as ever said that to me before.



Happy Valentine's Day



After a very romantic dinner, I suggested we go back to my place for dessert.

As we enter my place, we head for the kitchen. As you enter, I ask you to "Take a seat at the table." Two red candles, a bottle of wine and two wine glasses are in the center. I pass you a lighter and ask,” Please will you light the candles."

The candles were lit so I turned off the lights and I walked towards you. I give you a short and sweet kiss. "Now for dessert" I say as I pull out a bowl of strawberries and another of whipped cream. I then set them on the table.

I take a strawberry and dip in into the whip cream, then I bring it to your lips. You take a bite and as your lips touch my fingers a warm and tingly feeling becomes present in my body. I then bring the rest of the strawberry to my lips and when it was done I lick my lips.

It is your turn so you take a strawberry and place it in between your lips; I lean forward and take the strawberry from your warm and inviting mouth. A trail of strawberry juice runs down my chin.

You then lean forward and start to kiss my chin and neck. A sweet whisper is heard in my ear." I wonder what else tastes like strawberries." I look at you and you smile.

I start to unbutton your shirt and as I am doing this, the strings of my halter top are being untied. When I have successfully removed your shirt, I dip my finger into the whip cream and I bring it back to your chest where I draw a heart and then I lick it off.

My shirt is now on the floor and a dollop of whip cream has found its way to one of my erect nipples. You start to trace the outside of my nipple with your tongue, then you start to lick and suck the whip cream off, the same attention is given to my other nipple.

I whisper in your ear, I'm all sticky; I think I need a shower. I stand up and you then follow me into the bathroom. I then turn on the shower, as I am adjusting the temperature of the water, I feel your hands at my waist unzipping my skirt. As it fell to the floor I step out of it and then I start to help you with your pants. I then feel your hands at my waist again and this time you have hooked your thumbs under my elastic of my panties and you are sliding them down my legs. I then remove your boxers.

I step into the shower and you follow. I run my hands over your chest. “Your still sticky" I say, I reached behind me for a washcloth. I take my time washing your chest and every time I finish a spot I kiss it.

When I am done with the cloth you kiss me and take the cloth and start to wash my breasts, as you do this I start to rub your manhood. What I am doing to you, and what you are doing to me is a deadly combination, I start to moan. When I do this you drop the washcloth and your hands start to roam my body. I then gasp as you place a finger inside me; you start to move it faster and faster. I start to moan again but this time louder. I start to cling to your shoulders as I am getting close to orgasm and I know my knees will go weak. You kiss me, then ask, “Are you all right. “Yes.” I say, in short gasps, I smile. We hold each other for a couple of minutes. I turn off the shower and I step out and I hand you a towel. We then take turns drying each other. When we are done, I say, "I'll meet you in the bedroom in a few minutes." As you left I put on my lingerie that I just bought. It is a short pink slip dress with two slips and a lace up top at the front. It also comes with a G-String.

As I enter the bedroom, I say, “Happy Valentines Day." You are lying on the bed with your head propped up on a pillow. You smile and wink.

I walk over and kiss you on the lips. As I do this you pull me onto the bed beside you. With in minutes we were skin-to-skin and touching and exploring each other’s bodies.

I lay there, I wonder to myself, why does lingerie have to be so expensive when it never stay's on your body.

You then take one of my hands and you bring each and every one of my fingers into your mouth. This sensation drives me crazy.

I then start to run my fingers and nails down your back. Your hands are draped over my wanting body and you pull me closer towards you.

I know, I want you inside me and I’m ready. With one quick thrust your inside me and your start to move faster and faster. I then angle myself so you can go deeper inside me. I start to yell out "Yes, Yes" and then your name. I have never felt this fulfilled in ages.

I climax and we just lay and hold each other. You then whisper in my ear. "I love you" I start to cry as no guy as ever said that to me before.



Happy Valentine's Day



Valentines Day was approaching and Rob was trying to think of the perfect gift for his wife Mary. He was a good gift giver -- listening throughout the year to what she said she may like to have, then surprising her by remembering on Valentines Day, her birthday, or their anniversary.

This year Rob was out of ideas, so he emailed Mary's friend who worked downtown, near him. "Kate, let's get together for coffee tomorrow afternoon. I need an idea or two from you. Thanks, Rob."

They met at the little coffee shop on the corner and Rob bought Kate's coffee. Kate and Mary went way back and Rob figured Kate was the only person who knew things about Mary that he didn't.

"What's up, Rob?"

"Well you know Valentines Day is coming up, Kate, and I'm just out of ideas this year."

Kate started to give some standard ideas before Rob interrupted.

"Here is what I was thinking, Kate. I read this advice column in one of those free city papers the other day from a 35-year-old woman, same as Mary, who'd been married 9 years, same as us. She said how their sex life was still great but that it was so routine. I remember her writing 'If my husband licks my pussy one more time I'm going to scream.'"

Rob startled himself a little with his forwardness.

"I think our sex life is great, but I ask Mary all the time if there is anything else that she wants and she always says no. So now I'm asking you, her best friend. Has she ever mentioned anything to you? I want to make this a Valentines Day to remember."


"I have an idea...but I want to make sure first. We're going out to lunch Saturday, let me subtly feel her out and get back to you."

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The following Tuesday Kate and Rob met for coffee again. Rob was anxious knowing that he was going to hear something his wife wanted, something she hadn't even told him.

After some idle chit-chat, Kate said, "Are you ready, Rob?"

"Sure, lay it on me."

"OK. Mary loves you. Clearly you respect each other a lot and you're each very successful professionally. But sometimes Mary said, she wants to be treated, ah, without so much respect. She said she remembers some of her college days where a boyfriend or two was just having his way with her, using her body to get himself off, and how hot that made her. I think she's needs to be dominated a bit, Rob. Show her how awfully horny and out of control she still makes you."

"That I can do!" Rob exclaimed. He threw a 10 on the table, kissed Kate on the cheeks, and offered an enthusiastic thank you.

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A few times after that Mary had asked Rob what he wanted for Valentines Day and each time he said, "You'll see -- and I bet I'm going to get it."

Mary just assumed the usual V-Day blowjob she provided was all Rob meant.

The Saturday morning of Valentines Day came and Rob said he had to go into work but that he had reservations and to be home at 6:30, they had to be out the door by 7:30. Mary said she'd go to the gym and meet him at home at 6:30 to go out.

Rob was home when Mary arrived from the gym, sweaty and out-of-breath but sexy as ever.

"Hop in the shower, do your hair, and then you get your surprise!" Rob said, showing Mary a white box that looked like it contained some new clothes for the evening.

Mary was full of anticipation while in the shower wondering where their reservations might be and what she would be wearing. Rob was good at picking out clothes for her, part of his sensitive nature (that she didn't realize was about to end).

Rob poked his head in the bathroom,"Remember, baby. Get all ready except for getting dressed, then come out, okay?"

Rob was naked as she came out of the bathroom, squeaky clean, make-up on, and hair done. She looked beautiful -- her 35-year-old body as perfect as the day he'd met her.

Rob held the white box in front of him and said, "You look amazing, baby. You have no idea how many times each day I think about your perfect body and think of fucking you."

Mary thought this language, as relatively mild as it was, was a little strange coming from Rob. "Let me go get your gift, Rob. Then I want mine!"

Rob blocked her way out of the room, and said, "You are my gift" in a strong tone she wasn't used to.

He scooped her light body up unexpectedly and threw her on the bed, then straddled her waist, holding both of her wrists above her head with one of his strong hands.

"Every day you walk around this house making me horny as hell. Dressing in front of me, undressing in front of me. Just seeing your ass in your tight pants when you walk away from me. Our sex is great, but I bet you have no idea how many times each week I beat off thinking about you."

Mary looked surprised and Rob reached over with his free hand and took the white box. Inside were just 4 handcuffs. He locked each of Mary's wrists to the headboard then each ankle to the footboard.

Their sex, while still great, was only once or twice a week since each was busy and frequently tired. After securing Mary to the bed, Rob moved up and still straddling his wife, let his cock hang right over her mouth. She looked beautiful, he thought, all ready to go out for the night.

"Here is the way this is going to work. This is my Valentines Day gift from you. For years you've been making me so god damn horny and the sex is great, but it's not enough. So tonight I'm going to fuck you anyway I want. I'm going to use your body for real like I do in all of those fantasies that I think about when I beat off thinking about you. It's been 9 great years, Mary. I love you, but tonight, I'm just going to use you. Open your mouth and wet your lips."

Then he shoved his cock into her mouth. "Oh baby, that feels so good. I love how you suck my cock." He thrust his cock in and out a few more times, holding her head with both hands, running his thumbs around the flawless skin on her cheeks.

He moved abruptly back, pulling his cock from her mouth, then running his shaft along her cheeks, feeling her silky skin on his throbbing cock.

Still rubbing his cock along her cheeks he said, "You're so beautfiful, Mary. Almost everytime I see your face, I imagine my dick in front of it ... or in your mouth."

With that he moved down the bed. Mary was still shocked at her husband's behavior, but she was highly aroused.

Rob was very well endowed and rarely would his dick fit into Mary's tight pussy without Rob sufficiently preparing her with some of his expert pussy licking. Nearly everytime they had sex, it began with Rob eating Mary out to a thundering orgasm before he made love to her.

He moved down and pulled her pussy lips apart. Usually he would tease and eventually reach her clit, but tonight was about him, he just wanted her pussy ready as soon as possible.

Not long after he started licking her clit she cried, "That's it Rob, faster, that's just right." But he stopped quickly.

He moved up the bed and from the side, jammed his cock in her mouth. "Maybe you didn't understand, Mary. Tonight isn't about you. It's about me. I'm only licking you so my big cock will fit in your tight pussy. You'd think after years of getting fucked with this cock," he pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her cheeks gently though firmly a few times then put it back in her mouth again, "it wouldn't be quite so tight. Do you understand?" He pulled out of her mouth again, hearing a popping sounds as he moved away.

"Yes, Rob. Fuck me, use me."

He wanted to grin, this was language he wasn't used to hearing from Mary, either, but he didn't want to let on, he knew his plan was working. He put his cock back in her mouth to shut her up. "'Yes, Rob' will do just fine. You'll speak when spoken to. Understand?" Then he moved his cock a few more inches into her mouth before moving free.

"Yes, Rob."

Now moving back down the bed, this time he placed his cock at her pussy and gently pushed to see if she might be ready. She was plenty wet and ready from their exchange though still tighter than she normally was by the time Rob got done licking her pussy.


Once he knew she was ready, he plowed in up to his balls, making her scream. He continued to pump, in and out, coming in from an angle to apply plenty of pressure to the top of her slit and her clit.

"God, your pussy is so tight, Mary. I love FUCKING your body." He said the last line in a calculated way -- again try to disassociate himself from the wife he loved and adored and the hot piece of ass he was fucking.

He continued fucking hard, fast, and deep, and it wasn't taking him long to come. But then Mary said, "Oh, that's it Rob. Keep doing that, I'm almost there."

Rob pulled out quickly and moved up, sticking his cock, coated in her juices, in her mouth. "Maybe you don't get it. I don't care tonight. I'm gonna fuck you how I wanna fuck you. If you come fine, enjoy it. If you don't come, I don't give a fuck." He knew she was loving his act though neither let on.

He moved down the bed part way, putting his slick cock between her breasts and sliding back and forth. "I love fucking your tits. Do you know how often I think of fucking your perfect tits when I beat off?"

"No, sir."

"All of the time I think about fucking these perfect tits and coming all over them, or your neck, or even your face. You like my come on you, don't you Mary?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well I bet you'll get some on you tonight. But not because you like it. Because I like seeing you with my come all over you."

Rob slid his cock out from between her breasts and moved his shaft down over one nipple, then the other, taunting his constrained wife. Then moved back down and rammed his cock into her again.

His mouth was by her ear as he reamed her pussy. He usually loved kissing her as he was about to come inside of her, but not tonight. "Oh, I'm gonna come so hard inside you. Oh yea ........ ah."

Rob kept pumping away hard while coming and for a little while after. Little did he know how close Mary was to coming with him, but he pulled out before she could.

He moved up and kneeling over her, slid his moist softening cock against her cheeks again, then put his cock in her mouth for her to clean. "Clean my cock off, baby. You got it all messy."

Rob moved back and forth so she could lick all of his flaccid cock in her mouth. "I love your mouth on me after I've come inside you. I think I'm going to have you clean my cock off more often. Would you like that, Mary?"

She muffled a "Yes, Rob" even though he didn't remove his cock from her mouth this time. He could feel his cock coming to life again already.

He moved back and took his cock in his hand, stroking it back to life in front of her face. Holding his balls with one hand, he stroked his shaft with the other. "This is what I look like when I'm beating off thinking about you. Sometimes I imagine you're laying there just like that. Waiting to get my come all over you. Would you like me to beat off in front of you and come on your face, Mary?"

"Yes, sir. I'd like that a lot," she said. The last part more sultry than obedient much to Rob's dislike.

His cock was now rock hard again. "Well I guess that's good, but it doesn't matter cause I was going to do it anyway."

He kissed her for the first time since earlier that morning, then moved down and put his cock back in her pussy. Again he fucked her hard and fast. This time though at an angle that he knew wouldn't provide much stimulation to her clit. He didn't want her coming.

Having just come, he fucked her hard for what must have been 20 straight minutes, he was getting tired and would pause, but kept going. Then he thought she was going to come so he pulled out and moved up to titty-fuck her again.

"Oh yeah." Rob was nearing his climax and trying to decide where he wanted to come. But her tits were feeling too good around his shaft to move.

He came in a gasp, his come shooting all over Mary's neck and tops of her breasts. Again he stuck his cock in Mary's mouth and she licked him clean, his come still coating her chest and neck.

He removed his cock from her mouth. "You've been a very good little fuck-doll, baby. Do you wanna come?"

"Yes, please, Rob."

He moved from the bed and got the keys to the handcuffs and unlocked her right wrist. Then he moved to the dresser and took his digital camera from the top drawer.

"I need a rest, babe. But one free hand should be all you need to come. And don't worry, the pictures will be just mine."

"You selfish prick!" Mary exclaimed, but Rob knew she was loving it.

She took her free hand and began to rub her clit. Rob began taking pictures, some of her whole body, some zooming in on her fingers in her pussy and massaging her clit. The whole time, Rob was stroking his cock back to life again.

When Mary was getting close, Rob jumped back onto the bed and knelt between her legs. "Here, let me help," he said as he put his cock in her pussy, holding the camera in the other hand.

He was sliding in and out slowly while Mary kept fingering her clit. She'd never touched herself while he fucked her so this was also new territory. He got a few great pictures of his cock, her stretched pussy, and her sexy small hand.

Her pace quickened and Rob pumped faster to match. Rob was taking photos of her shut eyes and agonizingly pleasured face. She came with a loud scream and then her body went limp and her free hand fell on the bed beside her.

Since Rob was rock hard again he kept pumping her wet pussy. Regaining some life, Mary took her free hand and put it lovingly on Rob's lower back as he fucked her more sensually this time.

Again he found a rhythm of a few short strokes to one deep quick stroke and fucked her for long time. Again he thought she may come so this time he subtly changed his angle to a way he knew from experience would help her along. She was trying not to make a sound, fearing he may move from her again, but her fingernails dug into his back and she came on his cock. After a few more strokes, Rob pulled out, moved forward, and put his cock in Mary's mouth again.

"Ah, that's it baby. I've come in your pussy, come on your tits, now I'm going to come in your mouth. Happy Valentines Day to me."

He eased back, pulling his cock out of her mouth. "Are you ready for my come?"

"Yes"

"Then you've got a free hand, make me come."

Mary stroked his hard cock above her face. For a moment he moved forward so that she could lick his balls while she used her free hand on his shaft. When he felt himself nearing climax, however, he moved back down a bit so his cock was pointing straight at her mouth.

"That's it baby. Make me come all over you."

Rob watched the first stream of hot white come hit Mary's lips and right cheek before he even made a sound. Mary opened her mouth further and the second stream hit her nose and left cheek before finding her mouth than ending on her chin. Then between his cries, Rob put the end of his cock into Mary's mouth as she kept stroking her hand on the base of his shaft, the last few streams of Rob's come ending well back in Mary's mouth.

"Oh fuck you are so hot. I'm married to the most wonderful woman."

Rob started to unlock Mary's cuffs and said, "I'm going to have to tie you down more often."

"You don't have to tie me down to treat me like your little slut, Rob. That was the best sex I've ever had."

"Me too," he said as he finished unlocking her cuffs then kissing her on the lips, his come still covering her cheeks and chin.

Both feel fast asleep knowing their next nine years were going to be even better.

But little did Rob suspect that it would start the next morning when he'd woke up to find himself tied down. 



Happy Valentine's Day



Now I know most of us men couldn't care less about Valentine's Day but it's not the same for the women in our lives. To the majority of the females in the country Valentine's Day is the most important day of the year. Not only are they looking for an affirmation of affection from their men they are seeking bragging rights among their peers. There seems to be no category of female that is not under the influence of this holiday. From teens to grandmothers, from just going steady to married many years, they all are looking for something for Valentine's Day.

Attention men, if you're hoping to get laid anytime between February 14 and let's say next summer you had better remember to get your girl something for Valentines. She doesn't want excuses and although she doesn't want lame presents, she will accept them over nothing. This is the one true holiday where it is the thought that counts. Even if she hates the gift if she thinks you spent a lot of time in selecting it and it is given in love she will be happy. Even if you give her a chrome-plated turd that says, I love you she can brag to her friends about the goofy present her man gave to her. To her at least it proved that you love her.

The most important part of Valentine gifts is that they cannot be practical. Let me state it this way, if you see something and you think it is a good idea, believe me it's not. If it's handy then it's not something she wants for this holiday and it doesn't matter how much it costs if it is handy she doesn't want it. Just look at it from the woman's side, she goes to the office Monday and Shirley says, "look at the earrings Larry got me," then Marsha says, "Tom gave me roses and took me to that fancy French Restaurant down town." Now what is your girl going to say, "Well num nuts gave me a new vacuum cleaner." And then all the girls will pat her hand and give her their sympathy, while laughing at her behind her back. Now do you want your girl being the one that is laughed at or the one who is laughing at? 

Although an expensive present is nice, price is not the criteria of a nice gift. I hate to put this on you fellows but this is the one holiday where you are going to have to put some thought into your purchase. Believe me you'll never get an answer out of her and don't even think about believing her if she says she really doesn't need anything this year, for it's a lie. I will say that cutesy beats pricey every time and I think the reason is they want to think of you trying to shop 'cute' so they can get a good laugh.

Here are a few hints that I've learned over the years but you can take them for what they're worth. About jewelry, now one would think you couldn't go wrong with jewelry but in less you happened to see the piece when shopping with her you have no idea if it is something she would like. Here's a little hint for you, they hate hearts, now I know you see all these women wearing all kinds of hearts but believe me they were given to them by some dumb man and they just wear them to show all the other women how dumb their men are. OK, how about lingerie, forget it, first you have to go the lingerie store. Just like car mechanics like to give your wife a bum steer the sales ladies know you are out of your league, and you're getting screwed, but I don't mean in a good way. On top of that you wife or girlfriend think you are only thinking of your own horny self with a purchase of lingerie. Candy is another iffy choice, if your girl is on a diet, and whose girl isn't, candy is a minefield. If she is a little heavy, she may take it as an insult, so before you get her candy make sure it is OK. 

Next comes flowers, now flowers always work, every girl loves flowers. The problem with flowers on Valentine's Day is it is one of the busiest times of the year for flowers and everyone has the price jacked up beyond belief. They really are about the best gift as they're impractical as hell, I mean they only last about two or three days at most. For Christ's sake don't buy them on a street corner or even a super market because believe me they will know, and nothing says not caring like the connivance of purchase. 

The card maybe the most important part of the whole holiday and you need to put some time in selection. Try to find a card that relates to you and her, maybe something once said, or a place that looks similar to somewhere you two have been. It isn't hard it just takes some time and just remember, the earlier you do this the more selection you have to choose. Even a homemade card will work if you can say something from your heart but this too will take some effort on your part.

Come on fellows it is just one day of the year and for all she does for us the least we can do is try to make her happy this one day of the year. 



Happy Valentine's Day



Author's note -- This is a short/flash story for Valentine's Day. I'd like to thank Poizon69 for his help. Feedbacks are always welcome.

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Alana and I had been friends for the past three years. We had met at a friend's party, and we clicked. From there we had built a great friendship. Whenever both of us weren't dating someone we would go out with each other. Frankly I had more fun with Alana than with my dates. 

The pressure wasn't there like it was with the dates. There wasn't the constant judgment that goes on with dating. Instead there was fun, great conversation and genuine friendship. This was a great relationship, not just a romantic or a physical one.

One night we were watching a movie together at my apartment. Alana even likes the same types of movies I enjoy. We had been talking about how silly the people we meet were on a daily basis and how they would fit into movies when I looked over at her and it struck me hard. I love this girl. Isn't that interesting that I love her, and just realized it?

Of course I didn't say anything about it right away. I haven't committed to anyone or risked anything for a number of years in the relationship department. Just because I realized I loved Alana didn't mean I was going to jump until I had totally thought this through.

It was a week after my thoughtful revelation that I made my decision. I needed to let Alana know how I felt about her. Kind of strange that I had known her for three years and I hadn't made any move on her, now after just a week I knew what I wanted to do. The hard part was how I was going to do this.

Now I'm not Mr. Romantic or anything. Really, I'm not. However, I think that this will require a romantic act to show Alana how I feel. If I'm going to make a fool of myself, I might as well go all the way. Well, I'm a great planner, just not always the best at carrying out the plan.

I was real lucky; it was the month of February, right at Valentine's Day. This was a perfect time to implement my plan. My God, even in my mind it sounds like I'm putting in action the plan for a war front.

I called her up on Valentine's Day at about 2:00 in the afternoon. "Alana, what's up? How are you?" I asked her casually 

"Well, I'm OK, Matt," said Alana. She sounded little down.

"What's the matter? You really don't sound too happy." Oh God, please don't let her have problems with a new boyfriend or something, I prayed.

She took a deep breath and said, "I always seem to get a little down on Valentine's Day. I'm not really sure why. I just do."

"Well, how about coming over to my place tonight? We'll order pizza and watch a little TV." Now that was sounding bland, I thought. 

"I guess that'll be fine. I hate being alone on Valentine's Day."

"All right, then. I'll see you when you get off work." I hung up the phone and almost screamed YES!

I was ready at about 5:00. Unfortunately she wouldn't be here until 6:00. That's ok; I would be ready for her.

At about 5:45 I started lighting candles. I might have overdone the whole thing because it took almost 15 minutes to light all of them. It sounds silly but I had a feeling Alana would love candles with strawberries scent, she loved strawberries. 

Right on time Alana hit the door. I love it when a woman is on time, and I always admired Alana for her punctuality. 

I opened the door; she was wearing a black dress and was looking stunning. I just wished her hemline were a little higher up, but she just took my breath away.

"Hello," I told her when she came in. "You look absolutely spectacular tonight."

"Uh, thank you and hi." She kind of looked at me funny. I guess I hadn't been that complimentary towards her in the past, and the spectacular comments caught her by surprise.

I touched her shoulder and guided her towards the living room. "Come on in."

As we walked into the living room her eyes widened. "What is all this about?" She turned to me and then looked back into the room at all the candles.

"I wanted to set a mood. I want to tell you how I feel about you." With that I reached out and touched the side of her face. My hand went to the back of her neck and I pulled her toward me. My mouth went to hers and I hugged her tightly kissing her deeply.

Slowly her arms went around my neck with her hand weaving its way into the hair at the back of my head. Our lips parted and she looked up at me. "What brought all this on?" she asked me.

"I wanted to tell you that I love you." I kissed her again and had it returned. "I'm not sure when our friendship changed, but I've fallen for you." I said honestly 

I broke our embrace and took her hand. We walked over to the couch and sat down while still holding hands. "Alana, how do you feel about this? I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't want this like I do."

She leaned over and kissed me gently. "I've wanted this for so long time, at least two years, anyway." She smiled at this.

We kissed and petted for a while and then she stood up took my hand. She led me into my own bedroom guiding me to the bed. Then she stepped away from me and blew me a kiss. She turned around and said, "Unzip me, please."

I pulled the zipper down and her dress fell away from her. She had a very beautiful back and sexy ass. She didn't have a model's figure -- a size zero, but she was a healthy girl. However, numbers don't matter. Her sexiness does.

She turned her head around and said, "Aren't you going to unhook my bra?" 

Okay, I have to admit my smile went pretty big at this point. "Oh, YES!" I unhooked her bra and it fell forward as well. She turned around and I saw her beautiful breasts and the rest of her body. "You are so sexy. I've fantasized about this for some time." I confessed.

Her smile was huge. She kneeled down in front of me while I sat on the bed. She started unbuttoning my shirt, really slowly. After my shirt was unbuttoned to my waist her hand went into my shirt and touched my chest. Her hands were warm and an electric shock went through my body with her touch.

She pulled my shirt down my shoulders. She leaned forward and placed her mouth on my chest licking and flicking with her tongue.

I reached around and touched the back of her head and hummed a little. "Alana, that feels fantastic. Oh, God, that feels so good." 

She stood up and motioned for me to stand up. I did and she undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down. She kissed her way down again and hooked her fingers in the elastic of my underwear and with one motion pulled them all the way down leaving them in a pile with my trousers.

I was already ready, standing proud and tall. I'm not huge. I'm probably average. I've never taken a look at other cocks. The only ones I've really seen are on porno movies and those are usually huge. Alana, though, seemed to have no problem since she went to work with her mouth and tongue. 

She looked up at me, smiled, and asked, "You were ready for me before I even walked in the door?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, I've been thinking about you all day."

"I've been thinking about doing this to you for a very long time." She said after coming up for air. "I've been reading books and practicing doing that." With that she pushed me down on the bed and I leaned back.

I sat up and said, "Slow down, it's time for me to get to know you as well as you've gotten to know me." I stood up and kicked the pants of my ankles. I grabbed her by the waist and moved her to the bed on her back. I hooked her panties with my fingers and pulled them off.

"You are so lovely, Alana." I touched her beautiful soft pubic hairs. Leaning forward I planted a very deep kiss right on her rose petals. Her taste was wonderful, and her scent was intoxicant. She started moaning in a very low volume. I made love to her with my tongue. She started to move her hips in a rhythm, and I knew she was on the edge of her orgasm. I quickly moved between her legs and entered her. No words to describe what I felt at that movement. It was just incredible. I didn't hurry and took my sweet time, but Alana immediately reached her climax. I tried to hold on, and succeeded as I wanted to stay hard and enjoy it. Few a moments we were just motionless. Finally her breathing slowed. 

"Lover, that was fantastic. I'm not sure I can even move right now." She breathed in a low voice. I took a final kiss of her lips. She quivered and I laughed.

She asked, "Why are you laughing? Is it something I did?"

"Not at all. I just realized for some reason I was whispering. Almost like this was a revered moment. This is kind of funny."

She laughed also. "You are right. It is funny. I never thought about it but when people are passionate they do whisper." She reached over and kissed me. "Matt, wanna continue what we were doing?"

With that I quickly positioned myself behind, and entered her very easily. She was very wet. Once I was inside her we kissed for a few moments. Within a few minutes she was moaning and squirming again. I'm not sure but I believe I would rather make Alana have an orgasm than allow myself to have one. I want to give her so much more than receive.

I felt myself about ready to orgasm. I sped up to push her over the top. I did well because she sang out, "I'm there, I'm cumming." Her arched back lifted us both up and moved us around.

I started to orgasm. She reached up and started kissing me and deeply hugging me. After that I rolled off her and lay on my back. I then reached over and pulled her toward me and held her in the crook of my arm.

"Alana, that was incredible. I can't begin to describe how much I wanted to make love to you." I kissed the top of her head and held her tightly.

She then placed her hand on my chest and lifted herself up so she could look into my eyes and said, "That was the best Valentine's Day gift I've ever had. I've always hated this day because I've never been with a man I care for during it. Now, I know why this day makes women happy." With that she leaned over and started kissing me again. Then she looked at me again.

"Do you think we could do it again?"

"Of course," I told her. "Happy Valentine's Day, Alana."



Happy Valentines Day



Saturday afternoon before Valentines I scheduled an appointment with my hair stylist and manicurist.  Working on weekends was part of my hard working girl routine; so, I worked until about 2 in the afternoon then drove to the salon.  With nails and hair done, I walked to the tanning salon a few doors down and spent a few minutes maintaining my satin finish.  I know what you are thinking this one is high maintenance but, after all a lady has an image.  I was planning a night to be remembered and could hardly contain my desires as I lay naked under the lamps.  Just for a moment I allowed my mind to wonder and my hands followed.  As the heat radiated over my body, my hands found the tip of my desire.  My legs opened to the heat of the lamps and I fingered my clit as I imagined my lover watching me, wanting me, licking and sucking at my desire.  All too soon, the lights snapped off and I was faced with reality but, the fire in side me was not extinguished.  I could feel the evidence of clear sweet cum trickling down my thighs as I walked back to my car.

With lust in check momentarily, my thoughts wondered to my plans for the evening.  I knew my Valentine would not be the type to appreciate finer things such as roses, candles, and wine.  Instead, I drove to a liquor store and bought a six pack of beer for him (complete with valentine wrappings, just to fit my mood) and a bottle of Merlot for myself.  I could imagine the taste of beer on my lovers tongue blending with the dry taste of merlot.  The desires within me would be all the intoxication I would need.

I hurried home to shower and dress and dress for my date.  Standing naked in front of the vanity, I smiled sweetly at my reflection anticipating the night ahead.  I was running short on time and knew I must concentrate on things other than the ache in my thighs.  Therefore, I quickly showered and changed into a new cowhide skirt I’d purchased the day before.  The skirt was short, made of soft leather with the print of cowhide.  I would have preferred to just wear the skirt without hose or thong, but, I knew my date loved to see my legs in shimmering panty hose.  I had to admit the light shiny pantyhose made my legs look lean and sexy.  I topped the hose with my new tiger print thong and matching bra I’d purchased from Victoria secret.  A black ribbed sweater and high heeled black pumps completed the outfit.  My hair in shoulder length swirls and makeup in natural neutral shades, I looked very pretty and sexy.  I smiled, and winked at myself in the mirror.  Tonight would be a night to remember I thought, silently.

My Valentine and I had chosen to drive separate vehicles and meet at a common destination.  We lived in separate town; therefore, we chose to meet in the Wal-mart parking lot in a town midway between his place and mine.  We really didn’t have a set agenda for the evening but, both had expressed our desires for intimacy or to be more accurate we were both consumed with fantasies of passion, lust and pure sex.  Driving to my destination, my thoughts were of nothing but my need for sexual release and I knew it would be hard to concentrate on anything else until we satisfied our desires.  My nipples were already hard in anticipation and pressing tightly against the confines of my bra.  I tugged at them separately through my sweater and suppressed a moan as I waited impatiently at a red light.  Two young gentlemen in the car next to mine noticed my dilemma.  They grinned, winked and generally expressed sympathy for my situation.  I silently wondered if I should ask them for assistance.  I could use a little two-on-one action about now and they both looked awfully cute.  I wondered how hard their cocks would be, such young studs would have hard lengthy cocks to suck and nibble on.  With another quick glance in their direction, I summed up the potential.  Images of them both floated through my mind.  Two sexy young studs, one in my mouth the other thrusting me hard from behind.  My breath quickened and I closed my eyes resting my head back against the seat.  I groaned out loud as my clit tightened hard between my thighs.  I heard a tap of a car horn and opened my eyes. The light had turned green.  I glanced at the guys in the car and flashed them a wink with a grin.  I accelerated through the moment and raised the volume on the radio my heart thumping with the rhythm of the bass.

As I reached our designated meeting place, my valentine was waiting.  I parked and opened the door to go over to his vehicle.  He was already walking towards me admiring the view as my long legs unfolded from the car.  The extra effort I’d put into my appearance was rewarded by the appreciation in his eyes as he walked up to meet me.  He barely said “hi” then touched my face running his thumb and forefinger over my lips.  He pulled my face toward him and pressed his moist hot lips to mine.  His tongue pushing deep into my mouth like he was starving for something he hadn't had in a while.  I kissed him back willingly knowing that he would not allow my resistance even if I’d wanted to.  The pressure increased as did his passion.  His tongue conquering my mouth, sucking and biting at my tongue until the taste of blood mingled with the saliva.  His eyes were blurred with his desires as he broke the kiss.  My surprise for the sudden forcefulness in his kiss must have shown in my face as he whispered, “you were late!  Don’t ever make me wait for you!”  A bit dizzy from the kiss, I slid back into my car seat.

His eyes slid over my body taking mental dictation of what I was wearing.  His hand dipped into the car and straight for my legs sliding up and down from calf to knee then higher over my thighs to touch the silk clad crotch.  He croutched at the open door of the vehicle, and again drew me into a lustful kiss one hand gripping my neck and the other teasing my crotch with his thumb pressing hard just below my pelvic bone to apply pressure on my g-spot. Feeling me squirm, my hips moving voluntarily against the pressure, he rolled his thumb in a circular movement, working me to frenzy. He broke the kiss long enough to gasp for air.  We were both breathing heavily in the cool Texas air.  "It’s a bit cold out there."

How could he think it was cold out here?  I hadn’t noticed anything but, heat.
"I'm okay,” I said. 

He indicated that at least one of his hands was warm under my skirt and roaming freely up and down my legs.  He looked inside and commented on my skirt.  "Wow, is that leather?"  He asked.  "Yes..."  I said.  He ran his fingers over the material and up under my sweater.... "I love how you dress to please me."  He said.  I smiled back.

Then he frowned when his hand squeezed my breast.  "Why are you wearing a bra?" he asked.  "I don't go out in public without one, babe... Ladies don't do that!” I reminded him.
"I'm not the public.” He said. “You dress to please only me!"
"I'll take it off before the night is through..." I promised...  

He chuckled, sliding his hand beneath the bra to squeeze my raised nipples..
Tugging almost painfully he said, "I know you will and I can't wait to suck those little nips."  

His lips claimed mine in another passionate kiss and his tongue rolled freely in my mouth.  He abandoned my breast in search of the silky coverings on my legs again.  Up and down from thigh to ankle and then lower to check that I was wearing pumps, another requirement for his pleasure.

"God those pantyhose turn me on.." he breathed.  I knew he had a thing for pantyhose and smiled sheepishly.  He gingerly pinched my inner thigh as if to say you knew that.  

“Let's get outa here.”  He stepped back from the vehicle.  Glancing south, I could see he was sporting a nice hard on.  My mouth watered.  I wanted to feel it, touch it, and suck it.  He always had such a hard cock.  "Where do you want to go?"  I asked.

He indicated a motel down the street and told me that he had checked out room prices in case we wanted to share a room for a while.  I laughed and said, "A bit confident of yourself aren't you?"  He stepped closer and brushed his palm down my face... "Do you need me to convince you more?"  He asked.  I licked my lips in a nervous gesture.  He captured my tongue with his mouth again.

"No.." I whispered when he released my lips.  I could feel the moisture between my legs and new that my clit was hard and waiting. His hands on my legs and thighs had me wanting him to touch me more and I knew that if he kept this up.  I would be touching myself there in the V of my thighs or pressing my pussy into his palm begging him to take me.  Sitting with my legs slightly apart I wanted to feel his fingers in me touching me.  Feel his tongue against my clit as his fingers slid into my slit, pumping against my g.  I imagined another finger sliding into my ass and pinching my holes together while he sucked my clit.  I gasped at the images and my breath caught in my throat.  He stared into my eyes as though he knew what I was thinking,  "Such a pretty face," he said. "Your makeup looks really nice."  

"Thank you."  I said.   

"So, you'll follow me?"  He asked.

"Sure." I said....

I followed behind as he pulled onto the highway.  I knew he needed to be in control and was happy to follow his lead.  As I parked a couple of spaces from his vehicle I felt a slight pang of conscious.  I’m not ordinarily so open to hotel romances and the thought of a cheep hotel tryst was a bit disturbing but, I assuaged my conscious thoughts with the reminder that he was more than a casual acquaintance and that we did have a steady relationship of sorts even if most of our exchanges were through virtual communication via the internet.  

So, as he strolled into the Hotel, I waited patiently checking my reflection in the mirror and repairing my lips that were a bit swollen from his hard passionate kisses.  My smile trembled and my hands weren’t steady.  My eyes were very bright blue and shiny.  “God! You would think it was my first rodeo!”  I laughed and shoved my lipstick back into my purse.

I climbed out of my vehicle as he came walking back toward me with a cocky grin.  “What are you grinning, about?”  I laughed.  

“I get a blow job for valentines…!”  He stated confidently.  

“What?…” I teased?  “Whatever gave you that idea?  Just for that baby… my lips won’t touch you there.” I said.  Moving closer I slid my hand into his crotch to feel the semi hardness there.  He pulled me closer, his hand cupping my ass. 

“Oh, yes.. you will!”  He ground against my lips.  “I have my whips and chains and you’ll do just what I tell you to or I’ll use them.”  He teased.  “John!”  I squealed in protest. Then deciding it was time to change directions I stated. “It’s cold out here and you know how I feel about public displays..”  

“You’re right!” he said.  

“The room is just up the stairs here so… we can leave our vehicles parked here.”  

“Okay.”  I opened the trunk to take out the Valentines Balloons with the six-pack for him and my bottle of Champagne.  He noticed that I had something for him and reached into his back seat for a rose bouquet he had brought for me.  I was trembling from the cold standing outside in my short skirt but I still thanked him and told him how beautiful they were.  He laughed and said if I liked exchanging gifts outside… maybe I would like to spend some time on the balcony in the buff.  I blushed at his reference to the previous story I had written.  I followed him to the room.

The motel was brand new and still smelled like fresh paint.  For a cheap room it was actually very nice.  I placed my roses on the table and bent slightly towards them to inhale their fragrance when I felt his icy hand slide up my inner thigh homing in on my warm crotch.  I instinctively spread my legs and he lifted my skirt pulling my silk clad ass against his crotch.  He rubbed his hardening piece against the crease of my ass that was slightly parted by the back of my thong.  I moaned softly and his grip hardened pulling me tighter against his hips.  “I’m ready to fuck you!  Casey!”  He said.  I responded by arching my back and let a soft sigh escape my lips.
He raised my skirt higher and looked down.  Then is when he noticed the thong.  I wondered if he would be angry.  

“What’s this?..” he asked.  He pulled on the strip of material tightly causing it to part my lips in front and rub against my clit.  “It matches my bra…”  I stated softly.  “I don’t give a damn… I didn’t tell you to wear anything other than your pantyhose.”  He said.  He felt me tense and new the pressure of the material was rubbing my clit.  He pulled tighter.. tugging a couple of times.  There was a knock at the door.  He hesitated slightly then landed two resounding slaps to my ass… “Loose the thong!  NOW!”  He stated as he stepped back to the door to see who had knocked.  He glanced at me as he reached for the knob.  “What are you waiting for?”  He asked.  “Who is it, John?”  I asked.  He frowned at me and demanded that I drop the thong as another knock sounded on the door.

Just as I reached under my skirt to pull off the thong he opened the door and a strong gust of chilling wind blasted through the door.  I looked up to see the female hotel clerk at the door watching me remove my panties.  She and I both blushed much to My Valentines delight.

“Can I help you?” John asked the clerk.  I quickly stepped out of my garment and held it in a ball behind my back but not before she saw it.  John noticed her gaze as she stammered, “I can come back later.”  

“No, that’s okay.  Actually, you can join us if you’d like.”  John chuckled.  “I was just about to make my lady friend eat that thing.”  He laughed at the look of surprise on the woman’s face before she replaced it with a teasing smile.  “Well, okay… “ She said, getting into the feel of the moment.  “I was just delivering a TV remote but, since you two seem to have a show of your own….”

She teased.  I blushed uncontrollable and turned away embarrassed.  John took the remote and thanked the clerk and they both laughed as he closed the door.  He threw.. the remote onto the desk and laughed as he strode over to me.  “The look on your face was priceless.”  He said.  “It’s not funny, John.”  I said.  

“But, God… did you see the tits on that bitch?”  He said.

“Actually, I think she might have joined us if I called her back.”  He said in a half serious voice.  

“I’d love to get my hands around those tits… they probably make two of yours.”  He stated looking at my breasts.  Before I could form a protest, he chuckled to himself and pulled me close grinding the hardness of his pelvis into mind to remind me that he was almost fully aroused.  “By the way she was watching you strip I’d say she wouldn’t mind lickin’ your pussy while you suck my cock…”  I pretended to be put out and muttered.. “but, I’m not sucking your cock, remember.”  He laughed…

“Considering the way you’ve been staring at my crotch since we got here, I’d say you’re ready to suck it right now, you horny bitch!”  He admonished. I glanced down a bit embarrassed that he had noticed.  His tongue grazed my cheek on the way to capture my lips in a hard wet kiss.  Then his tongue slid back to my ear and he captured my diamond stud in his teeth tugging almost painfully.  Chills touched my spine and I dropped my head back as he captured both my hands behind my back hold them with one of his.  His hands ran up beneath my shirt and under my bra to grasp painfully at my breast.  I moaned as he twisted my nipples between his fingers.  “You want it really bad.  Don’t you, Casey?” he teased.  “I know you too well, Casey… I know that you love suck my dick… and you will when I tell you to, Casey.”  He growled as his teeth grazed my neck.

I moaned again softly and opened my eyes to stare into his emerald ones..  I saw his arousal and as he tasted my lips it was for the first time sensual instead of lustful.  His lips parted over mine at once hard and soft inside.  He pushed his tongue into my mouth circling my tongue.  I formed a hardened point with the tip of my tongue and he circled the end with his several times then sucked gently on it as though he were sucking my clit.  He must have felt the same waves of desire because his cock became so hard straining against the material of his jeans and pressing into the soft area between my thighs.  He gave a soft growl of delight as he dragged his tongue from my mouth and across my cheek to my ear.  Somehow my legs were against the bed and he lowered me to the mattress.   He stood at the foot of the bed and slid my skirt down from my hips staring at the small dark strip inside my panty hose and down my leg.  I asked if I should remove my heels and hose and he said “No.  Those stay on.”

He loves the look and feel of sheer nylons on flesh and took great pleasure in allowing his hands to roam freely over my thighs and legs from ankle to thigh and then higher until he was joining me on the bed pushing his body onto mine.  He raised my sweater and ran his hands beneath my bra cupping each of my breasts and pulled them out of my bra… His tongue felt so good.  So, hot as it closed over my nipple and he sucked strong and hard causing each of them to stand at attention.  My hands were in his hair and I arched my body pressing my breasts harder into his mouth…. “You like that baby?” he asked… “yes…” I sighed.  

He sucked greedily again at each breast bringing me to full arousal with his lips and tongue working their magic on my nipples.  I raised both knees and cradled his body between my thighs.  His hair was soft and thick in my fingers.  The bra kept getting in his way as he rolled and played with each breast until he sat up and said… “Let’s get rid of this thing.”  I sat up and slipped first my sweater off and then the bra.  He squeezed both breasts with delight the weight of them filling his palms and lay me back down to play with them longer.  I was totally turned on by the attention he gave to my breasts and could tell that he truly loved the feel… squeezing them, kneading them and biting on my nipples until I was moaning watching him enjoy the thrill of turning me on.

“I want to fuck you, Casey.”  He said, when his lips returned to mine.

“yes… please.”  I begged.  “Do you want me to make you cum, baby?”  he asked.  

“yes, yes…” I breathed. He moved back down my body until his was between my legs and could feel the heat and moistness between my thighs.  He could feel the wetness seeping through my pantyhose and it seemed to ignite him even more.  “Ummm, you are so wet… “ he said.  The he placed his mouth over my mound and sought for my passion flower through the hose with his tongue.  When he found it the rough sensation of the panty hose mixed with the tip of his tongue made my thighs tremble in response.  He knew he was there and continued to flick his tongue back and forth then blowing his hot breath through the nylon to stir me even more, until I was weak and shaking.  I had never felt a sensation quite like that before… it was torturous yet erotic driving me to peak then stroking my clit with the rough texture.  My hands were in his hair urging him on… my hips meeting his mouth… knowing that I would not orgasm fully without the true touch of his tongue he continued to give me small orgasms.  One by one tasting my juices thru the nylon and feeling each one building in intensity.  Finally, I could take no more and begged him… “Fuck me, John… God, you are driving me wild.”

He gave a half laugh and rose up from the bed.  I had not noticed but somewhere along the way his jeans had been removed and his erection was long and hard.  Rising to his knees on the bed, he deftly ripped the panty hose from front to back in the crotch exposing my dripping flesh to his mouth…”My moans were loud and strong when he finally touched the tip of his tongue the tight point of my clit.  Then I tasted my juices on his tongue as his lips came to my mouth and I felt the single thrust of his now rock hard cock slam into me in one swift motion.  There was no need to stroke me!  As his cock hit bottom and pressed against my cervix, I trembled and felt an explosion deep in my mid-section. It felt as though every muscle contracted in waves…much like the waves at a baseball game except the where inside me.  Waves of pleasure rippling through the lower half of my body making me thrust against his cock as I screamed with pleasure… “Oh, yeah… come for me, Casey”  I heard as he moved in and out riding the waves of my orgasm which seemed to last for more than a full five minutes.




Happy Valentines Day



When I was fully spent he rose up on his arms with his rock hard body still in mine and I caressed the silky hardness of his ass.  He had the tightest hardest ass I’ve ever touched and the skin felt silky to touch.  He softly slid his cock from my body and the steamy stiffness was very wet.  “I need you to clean up the mess you made.”  He said… I grinned the lazy smile probably much like a satisfied feline and said… “Okay, John… You can have whatever you want.”…. He grinned a devilish grin and collapsed beside me on the bed.  “I want you to suck it, baby…”  he said.  “Wrap your lips around it and let me feel your pussy mouth.”  He teased.

Still a little breathless and shaky from the quake of my orgasm, I moved to my knees and knelt between his legs.  I slowly took him in my mouth and slid my lips down all the way to the  base in slow.. very slow increments.. circling and circling my tongue around the girth of his cock savoring the taste of my juices.  I opened my throat to make room for him to slip into the deepest part of my mouth and felt his smooth head against the back of my throat.  He shuddered a bit and I pulled back, licking the underside of his cock with the flat part of my tongue like I was licking an ice cream cone.  It felt so hard and tasted so sexy.  I repeated the process over and over until his hands became harder and insisting in my hair.  I couldn’t make out everything he was saying but, I did here him say that “Your mouth is made for fucking, baby… Suck me…” which I did with pleasure.  My strokes became longer and harder until I was bobbing up and down on his masterpiece…. No hands.  Only my mouth and tongue slowly down then out again to suck and circle the head of his cock licking the pre-cum from the tip as it slid from the slit. I felt his pleasure building and could tell by the sounds he made that it felt good to him.  I stroked his balls with my nails.  Handing me the ky jelly and asked me to slide a finger into his ass…  I pulled away from his pleasure long enough to tell him I had something better than my finger.  I was afraid I would tear him with my long nails and long fingers.  I reached into my purse for a thin dildo I carry that vibrates at both ends but, is short and thin… no thicker than a single finger…

He watched as I slid it into my pussy to moisten it and pushed it in and out a few times… He then wanted to taste it.  The taste of my pussy on his lips must have made him ready because he began stroking himself in long hard strokes… I turned the vibrations on and he lifted his ass as I slowly began to insert the thin dildo into his ass.  I was careful to make it a slow and painless entry and told him to tell me when to stop.  I began stroking his mouth with my cock again but, he continued to stroke himself with his fingers as well.  So, I matched his rhythm with the vibrator in his ass… the pleasure was intense for him.  I could tell by the tension in his body.  I asked if he wanted me to stop stroking with the vibrator and he said no… it feels so good.  I took him in my mouth again and matched my strokes down with the thrust of the vibrator longer and harder until he was thrusting his hips into my mouth and holding my head to his cock… begging me to “suck it, baby!”  I felt his sphincter give as his ass opened and contracted only seconds before the streams of white lava flowed from his balls and shot into the roof of my mouth.  I swallowed quickly trying to catch and swallow each wave as it shot into my mouth.  But, he was not far enough down my throat and some of it spilled back onto his cock and balls.  His pleasure moans were loud as he thrust in and out of my lips delivering his load into my mouth.

As his pleasure subsided and the sensitivity returned to his cock and ass, I quickly removed the dildo and slid my lips gently from his cock.  He collapsed against the pillows for a few seconds to regain his composure.  I asked if I had hurt him and he said no… he asked if it had been my finger or the dildo thrusting and I told him a bit of both… especially close to the end when his ass opened a bit… He told me that it was a strange sensation cumming with your ass spasming at the same time. He relived the experience with me cradled at his side… describing how it felt inside him…. Then when we were both back to normal breathing patterns… we showered and dressed then decided to go out for dinner…

To be continued…



Happy Valentine's Day



"Yes, two dozen roses. No, I don't need em delivered: I'll pick em up. OK. Bye."

Brad ended the call and slipped his cell back into its holder. The lanky blonde stared up at him from where she was sitting on the expensive, Italian leather sofa.

"You're such the helpless romantic," she cooed.

"Hopeless: I'm a hopeless romantic, honey," he corrected.

"You're hopeless, all right!" she agreed.

Brad looked at his watch. "I gotta go. Have a great day, hun." He leaned over and gave her a warm peck on the cheek. "I'll pick those flowers up on the way home from work, and then we have reservations at Sperazza's for six thirty. Only took me a month of waiting!"

"You're so good to me," she burbled. "I don't deserve it."

"Sure you do, honey. I love you."

"You better get outta here, silly, or you're gonna be late! I'll see you at six."

"OK," he laughed. "Bye hun."

"Bye."

Brad turned to go. The woman on the couch watched him like a hawk as he approached the door, opened it, stepped through, and closed it. The second the door slammed shut she bit the corner of her mouth and turned her head, to where a phone sat on a table next to the arm of the sofa. Almost of its own accord a beautiful, perfectly manicured hand floated out toward the phone, grasped it, and pulled it to her. She pressed one button, waited for the connection, then heard a male voice on the other end. 

"Hello?"

"Chris? It's Nell." 

She paused expectantly, savoring the tingling deliciousness of it all. A sly half-grin, composed of equal parts sheer joy and debauched wickedness, slithered slowly across her face.

"Happy Valentine's Day..."

I

Nell was tall (five feet, ten inches in bare feet), built (well-proportioned and curvy, with outsized breasts and a full, round backside), and pragmatic. Her large eyes were a warm brown: so dark they looked almost black. As one might expect given her physical assets, she had always had plenty of attention from the opposite sex, and usually had no problem getting almost whatever she wanted from men. Take Brad, for example. 

Brad was your prototypical "nice guy." He was sweet, and kind, and everything (one part of) Nell could ever ask for in a companion. Brad had a good job, a nice home, and provided her material needs most adequately. But (another part of) Nell thought Brad terribly boring. And terrible in the sack. It was never clear to her if she had a sexual contempt of nice guys and a consequent lack of respect for men like Brad who were slavishly devoted to her, or she was just deeply attracted to "bad boys" on a sexual level. Perhaps it was a bit of both. 

Regardless, Nell couldn't be bothered to figure it out. All she knew was how she felt, and acted upon it; that was the way she had always done things, and it had served her well over the course of her life. She was, as stated, a stark pragmatist, and very aware that she was in a position where she could have her cake and eat it too, the proverbial best of both worlds: one man to take care of her material needs, and another man to take care of her carnal needs. Did he ever...

Sexually, Chris was everything that Brad was not. Brad was half an inch shorter than her five ten; Chris stood six feet, four inches tall. Brad had a plain face and ordinary body; Chris' chiseled face was handsome, his body toned, well-cut, and athletic. In terms of disposition, Brad was retiring, sweet-natured to a fault, and never took the reins; Chris had an assertive, dominant personality in the bedroom, and treated Nell like the whore that she was (exactly the way she so desperately needed to feel).

Nell wasn't a size queen; nevertheless, she couldn't help but notice that Chris' manhood was bigger than Brad's, and worked better. Chris got it up quickly and stayed hard until she was totally spent; Brad got hard, eventually, but it wasn't as hard as Chris and his stamina left much to be desired as far as Nell was concerned. Brad had difficulty bringing Nell to climax; she could count the number of times he succeeded on three fingers. With Chris, by contrast, she had never failed to scale the heights: always spectacularly, and usually more than once. There were even times when she found his vigorous affections so stimulating that he triggered one orgasm right after another, for minutes at a clip, leaving her blissfully dazed and exhausted. 

Whether this was a result of her deep sexual attraction to Chris, his greater size and stamina, his more skillful technique, his sexually dominant nature, or some combination thereof, again, Nell didn't know and couldn't care less. All she knew was what she felt, in the deep places, down between her long legs, and those feelings were unequivocally, hands down in favor of Chris when it came time to get off.

And to Nell, St. Valentine's Day was prime time for getting off.

II

Chris, naked, was splayed out on his back on the sofa. Nell, equally naked, straddled him with one leg folded on the inside of the couch while the other hung over the side with her foot on the floor. She bent over his face, cradling his cheeks in her hands, and was furiously working on his mouth with her hot, darting tongue. Just beyond his head, on the table next to the arm of the sofa, sat her phone (which she had turned off: she didn't want any disturbances to mar her special Day), a carton of Marlboro Reds and a fifth of Wild Turkey 101 Proof Bourbon, along with an ashtray and two cut-crystal Old Fashioned glasses. Chris' thoughtful Valentine's Day gifts were much better and more meaningful to her than useless shit like Brad's flowers and romantic dinner.

Nell sincerely wanted to try to quit smoking, but Brad's constant needling and badgering her to do so didn't help. In fact, she found his bitching downright irritating. She also liked to take a drink now and again, something else Brad didn't do and, just like with her smoking, he found reason to chide her about when she did. She wasn't an alcoholic; in fact, she almost never got drunk, save perhaps at a celebration like a wedding. She simply found booze pleasurable, and she refused to apologize for that. And on this Day, which she had dedicated solely to her pleasure, she'd be damned if she wasn't going to indulge herself and feed her vices to her heart's content.

Chris, for his part, didn't care one whit about Nell's habits in this regard. The way he saw it, she was a grown woman and could make up her own damn mind about such things. Besides, he enjoyed liquor himself and, though not a habitual smoker, did sometimes share one with Nell during their trysts, and certainly would today. It was a special occasion, after all.

Nell was making soft, high-pitched mewling noises as she kissed him; he was a fabulous kisser. He really primed her pump with his mouth, and was doing so now. She was also making popping and smacking noises as she pulled her eager mouth away from his briefly, then dove for his tonsils once more. She was thoroughly exploring every inch of the inside of his face, pressing his cheeks against her palms and fingers.

Nell was simultaneously slipping her vaginal lips and stiff, tingling clitoris up and down Chris' shaft, which was already hard and being pinned against his belly by her weight. The tingling had started a while ago; the second she heard his voice this morning, in fact. Having had this Day mapped out for over a month now, when she hung up she removed every article of clothing she had on and simply waited. Once Chris arrived bearing his priceless gifts of booze, smokes, and himself, she stopped him at the door with her command: "Take it off. All of it." He rapidly stripped right in the foyer and walked the gifts over to her.

That was then; this is now and now...now that wild tingling was rapidly building in intensity. Her pelvis began quickening the pace and then after a few moments more she started half-talking, half-moaning into Chris' open mouth, informing him that she was about to cum. She slid her head to the side of his as her orgasm began, her wide hips still pumping; Chris could feel her hot breath beating on his ear and her aching grunts as she pressed her clit very hard into his flesh-encased steel and released herself all over the bottom of his hard cock, sliding up and down and greasing his manhood to such an extent that it was literally shining with her essence by the time her climax subsided. He could feel her trembling so he simply placed his hands on her back and held her close while she let it all out. Finally, when she had her breath back, she informed him of her delight: "God damn that was good. Thank you, baby: you busted my nut again; I fuckin love it. Your turn."

And with that, she slid down between his legs, his dick springing up. Without ceremony, she took him deep into her hot, wet mouth and began sucking on him. Her hands found their way up to his nipples to trace gentle circles around them and then slid back down his body to grip his shaft. Her head was smoothly sliding up and down, taking him deep at first, and then working deeper as she found the rhythm. "Your cock tastes so good," she cooed. "And your balls." She went further down and licked his sack: first down the middle, then each sphere. After this, she took each one into her mouth and slowly, softly sucked on them to the delight of Chris, who let out grunting groans to express his feelings at being under her tender mouth and hot, wet tongue as she thoroughly worked his jewels, in union with all the pampering she was giving his hard cock.

Her mouth was exquisite and she did so many things with her tongue that Chris sometimes thought she had two in her mouth and her was head hammering away so smoothly and she was jacking his dick with her hands and Nell began to pick up the pace as he got close and then it happened and he was suddenly firing hot jets of his cream into her mouth and she eagerly lapped up every bit and swallowed and smiled and thanked him again for agreeing to see her on such a special occasion and for doing such a great job and now she was going to smoke and have a drink so he could reload. 

"And when I'm finished...we're goin again."

III

Nell was a woman of her word: they were now, in fact, going again. This time Chris was dutifully on his belly between Nell's spread legs so he could lick her pussy. Nell loved the way he licked pussy; so many men...so many, she knew...had no idea what to do with a cunt when it was near their mouth. Chris did. Very much so. He slid his arms under her legs and wrapped his hands over top of her pelvis, so that his fingers fell across the top of her lips, right near the clit. He would usually place the tip of his middle finger on that clit and begin stroking, softly at first, then a little harder. He also varied the stroke, beginning with a straight pulling and pushing motion and then, once she began to get good and warm, rotated her clit pinned under his finger, whirling it around with a circular motion.

It was all Nell could do to keep from screaming, biting down on her mouth and stifling her cries, when she remembered that Brad was not home and wouldn't be for quite some time, and that it was perfectly OK to let it out. This she began to do, most vociferously. After Chris elicited another orgasm from her, he quietly and repeatedly kissed her pussy, clean shaven and fresh and oh-so-sweet, telling her how wonderful it was and waited for her quivering to subside a little. Then he placed his fingertips right next to her clit, pressed down, and gently pulled up the flaps at the top, unhooding her Button, exposing it. He shifted his face to one side of her slit, and licked straight up her inner thigh to the top. Then he repeated the gesture on the other side, increasing her anticipation.

Finally, just before she begged him to stop teasing her, he shoved his tongue tip right against the bottom of her slick, leaking labia and dragged his tongue forcibly straight up the groove, collecting a little tiny wave of her juice as he went, and slapped it over her exploding clitoris as the very tip of his hot, wet tongue whispered by the Knot. Nell's upper body shot off the sofa like she got hit with an electric cattle prod. "FUCK!" was her sincere response. Then she settled back on her elbows, propping herself up. "I love to watch you eat my pussy, baby. You're so fucking good..." she moaned, unable to finish her sentence because her eyes rolled back in her head when Chris began working that clit with his tongue. "You're the only man who knows what to do to me; you know that, don't you?"

Chris was flattered by her admission, but he could not answer presently as his mouth was stuffed full of her slick, hot, tingling meat. Now he was alternately whispering his tongue on that clit, then pounding it hard with broad, lashing strokes. He pulled his face back and began flicking his tongue tip like a snake's over her Button, carefully holding her lips wide open and keeping that clit exposed, tingling, and mercilessly tongue-serviced. Nell let him know in no uncertain terms that she loved every bit of it. That was when he shifted gears and began taking her Knot very, very gently into his lips, kissing it, then sucking her into his mouth, just letting it graze his teeth as he released her. Then he repeated the procedure.

As she began to get close (Chris knew when this was happening because she said, point-blank: "Oh shit, you're gonna make me cum like that!"), he formed the middle finger and forefinger of one of his hands into a stabbing weapon like a knife and slid both fingers into her sopping slit as he lapped her clit, keeping it exposed with his other hand. He cocked his wrist over so that the fingers were pointing at about the 11 o'clock position, and began scraping his fingertips up against her anterior wall, seeking her Spot. He shortly found it, he knew, because her formerly comprehensible words became a jumbled inarticulate mess as he fingered her and licked her clit, alternating flicking and sucking until she exploded again, all over his hand and tongue.

When she finally collected herself, caught her breath, and could form a coherent thought, she said, "Holy shit you really know howta lick a cunt! I love you, baby." That was when she planted a hot, sloppy kiss on his mouth, which was still smeared with her sticky wetness. "Get on your back: I'm gonna fuck you now."

IV

He was barely flipped over and settled when he felt his dick in her mouth once again and rapidly stiffening. It didn't take long because Nell gave great head and she was obviously very excited and pleased, which excited him. Once he was fully inflated and hard as concrete Nell jab-stepped over his hips, placing one leg folded alongside and one foot on the floor for leverage as before, then she reached back, grabbed his dick, and carefully inserted it into her steaming wet hole, which was still tingling to beat the band thanks to her incredible orgasms.

She slid down carefully, eating up half his length on the first few strokes. As he gently opened her up, she began to give more and more of herself to him on every trip down. Before very long she was able to plunge her tunnel fully onto his sword. This she began to do as her hands planted themselves firmly on his hard chest, balancing herself and giving her the leverage to really use her leg to drive her pelvis up and down on his manhood. Her clit happened to slide against his shaft on one of her upstrokes; seeking more of this delightful treatment, she shifted her pelvic angle slightly backward. "There you go," she said. "There you go! That's the spot! Right there!" she growled. "Right there!" His hard cock was jabbing at her Spot while her clit was sawing up and down his shaft. She could feel it already: this one was going to be monumental.

Her hips tirelessly motored up and down his pole: a well-oiled piston. Nell carefully kept her clit pressed up against Chris' immense hardness and before half a dozen ups and downs were completed she felt the tingling coming on like a deadly wave that she knew was going to consume her. And it did. Chris reached up and grabbed her heaving breasts and held on for the ride of his life as Nell bucked and pounded and screamed and felt the throbbing fire in her loins grow and impossibly increase still further. Her face reddened as "FUCK!" exploded from her mouth several times. "Oh God baby, I'm cumming so fucking hard, FUCK!"

She stabbed herself right on his cock and held herself there quivering, moaning. That was when Chris slid his hands, palms up, straight down the backs of her thighs, planted them on her thick ass, then began pushing her up his pole and letting her back down. Nell began rubbing her clit as Chris fucked her some more, slamming his dagger home again and again, seeking her sweet Spot, then finding it, about the time Nell's madly dashing finger brought her clit to the exact right place and time and the explosions, which never stopped, redoubled in intensity and then he began banging his hips up into her, hard, again and again; it felt like he was trying to destroy her Spot with his dick.

Poor Nell at this point, if she could have thought anything at all, would not have traded the sensations for all the money in the world. This was bliss, such as she had never known. Endless. In her next intelligible moment she recognized Chris' voice growling in her ear. Her pussy was throbbing so hard it threatened to detach itself from her pelvis of its own accord. Now his big, strong hands were all over her ass and had her pinned on his dick. 

"Uh uh; you ain't gettin off that easy, baby," he whispered into her ear. "I'm gonna make you cum again. Let's go. I want it. I want another one. I want it all. It belongs to me. YOUR FILTHY FUCKIN WHORE CUM BELONGS TO ME. Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME, YOU FUCKIN WHORE! GIMME THAT FUCKIN WHORE CUM, NOW!" 

Nell, who always wanted to be a good whore, did as commanded. Chris was pulling her hips up by her ass then slamming her hard onto his pole in time with his upstrokes. Nell's dam busted and spilled and busted and spilled and she could hardly tell where one ended and the other began and it didn't matter because she was cumming, coming apart at the seams and dissolving in fire and she thought she might be screaming but the tingling was so intense and so all over her being that she couldn't hear it and it went on and on and on and on and on and on and ...

V

They were just getting started. It went on like that, all morning. Then all afternoon. As often as her sore pussy could stand it. Sore she was; but she was loath to stop. Not only was it the best sex she'd ever had, but at some point Brad would come home and that meant her time with Chris would be at an end. So she was determined to make the very most of it. And she was.

Though they did the grand tour of various positions, the pattern was always the same: fuck, cum, smoke, drink; fuck, cum, smoke, drink; fuck, cum, smoke, drink, etc. Most of her orgasms had been of the multiple variety, a probable combination of the planning of her special Day and Chris exceeding even her wildest expectations (which were already pretty wild to begin with), plus the sheer erotic naughtiness of secretly getting over on Brad behind his back (and God damn well, too), the extended time in the sack, the loosening effects of the liquor, and the effects of each prior climax helping to set up and spur along the next one. And the next one.

Whatever it was exactly, again, it didn't matter to Nell: it had been fucking fantastic, literally. That she knew, could absolutely feel: her pussy practically never stopped throbbing and tingling and leaking all over the damn place. Even during the light meal she made for lunch. "Gotta keep your strength up," she said to Chris when she left him to go prepare it. They remained unclothed while they ate, and gave each other forkfuls, and kissed and fondled and ate slowly because they wanted to anticipate the feeling so that, when they finally got back to it, they could make it the best one yet. Which, given what had gone on before was going to be quite a stretch, but they were both damn sure going to give it a good try.




Happy Valentine's Day



Over post-prandial smokes and bourbon, Nell decided she wanted Chris to know certain things. "You are not the kinda guy you bring home to Mom," she began. "If you were, I would marry you on the spot, because you are damn sure the fuck of a lifetime!"  

They both laughed. Nell was bold to go on. "That's why I'm with Brad and not with you. He's exactly the kind of guy you bring home to Mom. I know you fuck around a lot and are definitely not the type to be a kept man; men like you are never meant to be. You're much more rare and precious than that." 

As far as Chris was concerned, as between he and Brad, he was getting the best end of the deal. "That's how I am, Nell. No apologies. You knew before you got involved."

"I did. So, instead of pining about what can never be mine in that way, I'm going to have everything else and mark time until I can make all those other bitches wait their turn!" she laughed. "And speaking of turns, it's very much mine today, so..." she took one last drag, stubbed out her smoke, then swigged the rest of her whiskey in one gulp and smacked her glass down on the table, hard and loud. "Finish that drink, cowboy. Because now...now you're gonna fuck me again. You're gonna give me a good, long, hot, hard fuck." She cocked an eyebrow. "Understood?"

Chris said nothing; he simply smiled in that way he had that made Nell go watery in the knees and thankful that she was sitting. Then he mimicked her actions with his smoke and drink, pushed his chair back, and stood up bare inches from her face: his magnificent six foot four inch frame in all its glory bathed in the dying afternoon sunlight, warmed to an orange glow by all the haze.

Nell actually felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes for this beautiful man who had given her so, so much, and was about to do so once more. "Christ," she thought. "He's already getting hard!" And indeed, Chris' cock was presently rising, thickening, lengthening, and stiffening as he cupped his hand under Nell's chin and pulled her face up for a long, lingering kiss, with lots of tongue and tasting of what she had just eaten and drank and Nell's wetness was already violently washing over her womanhood as she felt herself lifted bodily and so easily out of her chair and gently cradled in his strong arms, her incredible five foot ten inch frame curling up like a little girl and melting into Chris as he slowly stalked them both over to the sofa. 

Her head was cradled on his neck as he began growling in an ominous low voice. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby. I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Nell buried her lips on his neck for fear of screaming her vocal cords hoarse. She simply moaned.

"I'm gonna stick my hard cock in your filthy whore cunt and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more, you naughty fuckin bitch."

Nell was making soft mewling sounds intermixed with stifled sobs and half screams now.

"You're gonna cum for me, you hear me, whore? You're gonna cum so much and so hot and so hard I'm gonna turn you into a living orgasm. It's gonna be so intense you're never gonna forget it long as you live. The next time you're with what's his name, and every time, from now till forever, you'll be dreaming, and thinking, and fantasizing about ME. You got that, whore?!"

"Oh, Jeezus God!" she shouted. And then suddenly she was on her back, on the sofa, and Chris' incredibly strong hands had already gripped her legs, and then...

VI

Just for her. On her special Day. He stretched out her legs to the maximum. He did this by taking one leg just below her foot, wrapping his right hand firmly about her lower calf, just above her heel, and pulling it up then pushing it back, all the way back, so that the top of her foot was pinned firmly against the top of the back of the sofa.

Nell knew what was coming, and cumming, and what it portended. "Take em down, baby: all the way down!" Her pussy was already so wet and her clit so stiff that if she began playing with herself she was sure she would cum. Right there. Right then. On the spot. But what Chris was setting up was looking to be more like a hydrogen bomb than an orgasm. So she began praying: "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh-my-fuck-in-Gahhhhhhhd..."

Chris recognized the signs, and moved his left foot, which was planted on the floor, forward. Way forward. So that the front of his left knee met the back of Nell's right knee and pushed hard towards her head. She moved her foot out on her own, all the way out, holding her lower leg straight at the knee, stretching all those nerves and synapses to their limit, and tightening them in their origins right around her pussy, opening herself up fully. Those wonderful nerves would very quickly have their own reward. Now Chris leaned forward into his knee, so that it slid out onto Nell's thick calf, trapping it out there and forcibly holding her legs open in an incredibly long and very shallow V; her thighs were very, very far apart now. Then he slid his other leg, the one on the inside of the sofa, all the way back so that it was fully stretched out.

Her prayers continued unabated, increasing in intensity. Her breathing was already rapid and she felt perspiration moistening her upper lip. 

"Look at me, whore. Look at me," Chris commanded. Nell fixed her rapt attention upon him, waiting.

He blew her a kiss.

She felt her heart nearly stop. "Oh God," she moaned. "Oh my God, baby...I love you so fucking much!"

Chris had heard it all before; not just from Nell but from many, many women. And you know something? It didn't matter: every time he heard it, it was like the first time, the power of it. To hold a woman so closely and own her like that in such a sexual way...there was no greater aphrodisiac known to him. The feeling was indescribable.

"Look at my cock, baby: look at my fuckin cock!"

Nell did as she was bidden, and tore her eyes away from his to stare down past her heaving breasts to see his fully erect cock hovering just over her soaking tunnel. Her mouth was open.

"I'm gonna rub my cock on your clit now, whore, and you're gonna cum for me, got it?"

All she could do was nod vigorously; she had not a sliver of doubt she would climax a few seconds after he started. If she touched herself right now she was going to explode.

"Look, whore. Are you looking?!" And with that, he picked his dick up at the base, pulled it up towards his belly then quickly reversed his motion, whipping the heavy head straight down at her clitoris.

WHAP!

Nell's reaction was immediate, and guttural. "OOH!"

WHAP! Again: "OOH!"

"You like that, baby, huh? You like it when I beat my dick on your pussy, don't you?"

"OH!" she wailed. "Fuck YEAH!"

WHAP!

"God, I love you!"

WHAP!

"Make me cum, baby! Please!"

He placed the bottom of his cock right against her stiff clit and began rubbing it up and down. He may as well have touched her with a high tension line.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Chris placed the tip of his dick down in her outer lips and got it nice and wet, and then slid it all the way up her canal to her clit. Once there he began slowly washing her clit with the collected juice in a circular, lubricated motion. After a few brief seconds, this did it.

"Cumming! Cumming! I'm cumming! Holy shit!"

All over his still-swirling manhood she came, and then she came some more. He didn't stop. She didn't either. Her teeth were clenched so hard that someone looking at her through a window would assume she was in severe pain. She wasn't in pain; this was the beginning of her ecstasy.

"Hohhhhlee shit!" she repeated. "Oh God, fuck me! Please baby! Don't tease me: FUCK ME! Fuck me baby...oh God!" This last was when she saw him slip his cock home, then felt him bottom it immediately and hold it. Chris could feel her pussy wrap gratefully around his dick, enveloping it, gripping it, spasming. Felt her throbbing. From the inside.

He looked down to see her mouth wide open. Her eyes were glistening. Her lips were quivering. Her pussy gripped his dick like grim death. Nell was taking short, sharp inhalations. Chris shifted his hips a fraction of an inch forward, and heard her inhale still more sharply, holding her breath. "There?"

All she could do was nod her head so rapidly it threatened to snap off at the neck. What had transpired was that Chris was trying to put the shaft of his stiff cock on her clit, so that as he pumped in and out he might stimulate her clitoris while he aimed his dick straight for her Spot and hammered it into submission under his tender ministrations. And he'd better get started so that Nell could breathe again. There was one last detail to attend to before he did that.

He leaned over, touched her lips so, so tenderly with his, slipped his tongue into her aching mouth, and then moved his head aside hers so that he could whisper into her ear...

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

VII

Nell was so happy at that moment she thought she would die, and then her joy impossibly increased still further as Chris dropped his hips, all of his weight crushing his stone-hard cock straight down into her, all the way to the hilt. She was so wet it felt like there was an overflow for lack of room in her stretched pussy. Then he backed out and did it again. He was simply swinging his pelvis like a door pivoting on its hinges, his hips dropping in one easy motion, like bombs falling from a Stealth fighter over Baghdad, up and down, up and down, in and out, in and out.

Easy motion.

Her screaming began almost immediately and didn't really stop...not really...until he was good and done with her ass. The first orgasm arrived with such speed and force that she thought it might rattle her teeth out; her hand flew down between her legs to find her clit and start rubbing it during those times when it wasn't firmly attached to Chris' piledriving, pulverizing steel shaft. Her other hand went straight to his ass and gripped his glute as though it were a life preserver and she were drowning (her nails drew blood and left a lot of scratch marks). Now that she had a firm grip, Chris could really go to town.

He increased the intensity of his easy motion, his tempo a little quicker now. He was making Nell feel that he had all the time in the world and that her capacity for shattering climax was limitless. Between him hitting her Spot on every deep downstroke, his steely shaft rubbing and scraping along her Button, and her whirling middle finger supplementing the few brief moments his cock wasn't actually in contact with her screaming, rock-hard clit, the orgasms really began happening. They got more intense, and were being packed more and more closely together. Chris rode on. The space between climaxes was disappearing at a rate Nell never heard about and didn't even know was possible. She thought she might die; no one had a right to feel this good and live through it. Perhaps this was what they meant by Heaven...

"Oh God! Holy shit! Oh God! Oh my God I'm gonna cum so fuckin HARD!" she screeched, trailing off into a dying wail.

And she did, indeed, cum extremely hard.

Chris' steady pistoning (never flagging, never wavering, motoring on at the same up-tempo) eventually drove her into a state of meta-orgasm, a place where the time between the beginning of one and the end of another decreased to such an extent that, practically speaking, her orgasms became one long, continuous climax. Never ending. Nonstop. Her mind was coming unglued. Her tunnel and clit had become a thing alive, vibrating with an intensity that took her to other realms entire: angels were singing while Chris simply rode on. Her pussy was spasming out of control, grabbing at his dick. He slid home again and again and again and again and again.

Nell was so far gone that all she could do was scream "Jeezus God!" over and over, her neck muscles bulging, the veins in sharp relief and threatening to explode, her face flushed. And still Chris rode on. He reached down and picked some drool from her mouth by dragging his middle finger and forefinger down over her lower lip, then slapped the warm spit over her nipples, never stopping his easy, fluid, quickened pelvic motion. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Twelve minutes. Nell was still cumming: on and on and on she went, from glory to glory, with no end in sight.

Finally, when he had decided she'd had enough for one session, even this very special session, he announced that he was going to cum, then did so, leaning over so that she could grip his other ass cheek in a matched set of deathlock as he pumped his hot man gravy deep, deep inside her. One shot. Twice. Another. Heaving. Bucking. Spasming. Exploding. His release was of such exquisiteness that he felt as though he squirted his whole being into her, if such a thing were possible. He knew he'd given her the very best, and felt the intense pleasure and pride any expert craftsman gets when his job is over and extremely well done.

He melted into her, as thoroughly spent as she. Nell could barely drag one hand from his ass to place on his head and run her fingers through his hair. Her lips next to his ear once more, Chris heard her breathily whisper "Jeezus God" one last time. Apparently her prayer session was finally at an end. As she slowly and softly tousled the hairs on his head, she said, "God damn. You are so fuckin good. The best. That was the best, the best fuck, the best fuck ever..." She paused a moment, then said:

"I love you...I love you so fucking much, baby. I love you. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you..."

VIII

Chris liked his whores to finish up by giving his cock a nice, hot tongue bath, mopping off and lapping up all that good, precious, sticky cum and sweet man gravy. Nell had absolutely no problem with that. She was his whore to do with as he pleased and if it pleased him, she made it her business to be absolutely certain she licked off every drop. She loved the taste of his cum.

So it was that Nell was working most assiduously to clean Chris off with her mouth, carefully mopping, kissing, sucking, and licking all the parts of his manhood as he stood before her when Brad unexpectedly arrived home ahead of schedule. He'd left work early in order that he might obtain some amorous affection from the woman he so loved on this most romantic of days, before a romantic dinner and perhaps, if he were lucky, some more amorous affection later that night.

So what he saw as he walked through his front door was most disturbing, as you might imagine. His best friend Chris, completely naked and sheened in sweat, had his back to him and was standing proudly in front of that fine Italian leather sofa in the living room. And on that sofa, facing Chris with her head at about his waist height, sat his beloved Nell, also completely naked. 

Her incredibly long legs were spread wide and her feet were flat on the floor, far outside Chris' big feet. Even from this distance, he could see her smoothly-shaven pussy wide open: the perfect pink of her exploded inner lips was literally glistening with her fresh fuck-juices to such an extent that they were almost dripping all over the costly upholstery. Both her beautiful hands were strongly gripped on Chris' firm ass: the long, shapely fingers tipped with blood red nails buried so deeply into the hot skin and tight muscles of Chris' cheeks that Brad could see shadows in the indented flesh. His nostrils flared: the air was ripe with the distinct aromas of cigarette smoke and fine Kentucky bourbon and very hot, ultra-satisfying sex.

When he sufficiently overcame his utter shock at arriving in the midst of such decadent pleasure and carnal stink and raw naked flesh, nominal boyfriend Brad had only one short query:

"Nell?"

Nell stopped her tender, meticulous work, kept her clutching hands firmly wrapped in Chris' ass, and very slowly and deliberately moved her head all the way outside his hip. That sly half-grin, composed of equal parts sheer joy and debauched wickedness, the very same one she wore after she'd heard Chris' voice on the phone earlier that morning, slithered slowly across her face. Her womanhood throbbing, she paused expectantly, leering savagely, savoring the tingling deliciousness of it all. Then she growled in a rumbling, tar-coated, screamed-hoarse, throaty low tone...

"Happy Valentine's Day."

THE END 



Happy Valentine's Day



2:43 AM. Still three hours before the alarm.  

A clap of thunder sounds and I awaken with a start. I realize that I am sweating, then I remember my unpleasant dream. Rain pelts down on the windows; the sound is hollow and grating, like the laughter of a demon. I am lost, alone with my dark thoughts. I am dying.

A touch. Your hand caresses my back: soft, gentle, reassuring. I smile, remembering that you are with me tonight. The storm forced the airline to cancel your flight, and you came back to be with me again. It was not an easy trip back home, but you came, looking like a drowned cat when you walked in the door. I cried with joy, and so did you. 

"You should stay at the airport. It's too far to come all the way back home in this storm," I had told you on the phone. You said that you already had a hotel room. Liar.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, then started to cry. It is that time of the month and I cry at everything. You know that so you just kissed me and cried with me.

Now we are warm and dry and you are rubbing my back and I am loving you with all of my heart. Your hand reaches around to caress my breast and I allow it full access. Hell, I welcome it with open arms. I turn to face you. Because of your touch I am no longer lost, no longer alone.

Now we are kissing. Our special kisses. I am using my tongue in the way that always gets you crazy horny. You are playing with my nipples then the undersides of my breasts then around to my back and again and again and I am going crazy with love and desire. And we feast on each other like we will never stop in all our lives. 

All of a sudden we do stop, like someone hit a cosmic pause button. It's so dark that my eyes can barely make you out, but my soul sees you in Technicolor. "Are you ok?" you ask.

"I am dying," I reply.

"Every day brings us both nearer to death," you respond, "how do you want to live?"

"In you." I am crying again. I hate this time of the month. You take my hand and put it on your heart.

"You are in me," you reassure me, "that's why you married me, remember?" That does it. The spell is broken. You can always make me smile.

"Oh yeah," I giggle, "I almost forgot that I had a wife."

"You fucking better not," you warn, "I'm only doing this once in my life."

"I love you so much," I tell you, unnecessarily, "You came all the way back here to be with this head case of a wife that you have."

"And your point is?" you ask.

"You shouldn't have. I would have been ok," I am lying my ass off, and you know it. I do have to give it the old college try, though.

"Uh huh," you reply, knowing that I am lying and that I know that you know. 

Then we are kissing again, back to our special kiss. I can tell that you are starting to get jumpy, starting to want it badly. Now my mission is to make you insane with desire.

The neck. Little nibbles, gentle licks and, now, a soft tongue around your ears, and I feel your nipples go do diamond hardness in my fingers. I begin gently tugging them, urging them to lengthen further. You do the same to me. We are milking each other. I want to nurse you so I pull your head down to my breast and you suckle. Gently, eagerly, urgently. 

Now it is my turn and we reverse roles, changing from mother to daughter, finally settling on friend, lover—wife. 

By unspoken agreement we reach downward at the same moment, finding each other wet, open and desperate for our union. I am quicker, though, moving my mouth from your nipple, licking and nibbling my way down your beautiful tummy, down, down, down toward the squirming hips.

I have arrived and you are opening for me. As we arrange ourselves I wonder how many times we have danced this ballet together. By now it is beyond counting or caring except that we move with the practiced ease of a couple who know who and what they have wanted all their lives. 

And you are mine. Delicately I begin to lick, pretending that I have never done this, exploring you as though you are new to me. You allow me to amuse myself for a few moments, but then your hands grasp my head, guiding me, and I know that you have reached your limit. It is time, my love.

I use my hand to open you, gently pulling back your hood so I can access the crucial spot. It is as always: slow and gentle, just the way you like it.  Soon you are beyond knowing or caring about anything except my tongue. Your hands fall away from my head as you yield and lose yourself completely.  You begin to thrust your hips, and I know what to do.

My other hand moves to your opening, and I gently insert a finger. I listen. Your moans tell me that a second is required and I obey. Again I listen. Yes. This is perfect. I slowly work inside you, feeling upward and inward. Your g-spot beckons, swollen. I smile to myself at how easy it is to find yours—and how mine is nearly impossible to locate, except for your magical female GPS. Well, that is one difference between us.

Now I have you. You are trapped between my tongue and fingers and there is only one exit. Your back is arching and your hips are lunging as you search for it. I hear you gasping and groaning, praying for it.  Don't worry, my love, I will guide you. Relax, darling. It...is...right...

HERE. And you are there. Gone from this world into your special place.

As you fall back, still gasping for air, I retrieve the pillows and rearrange the covers over you. I take you in my arms and you nuzzle into my breasts.

"Are you back?" I ask.

"Barely," comes the muffled reply. I hold you and we breathe in each other's scent. I close my eyes and feel your presence.

You stir, rousing us both. "I'll be right back," you say, heading for the bathroom. I doze off, waiting for your return.

Kisses. Am I dreaming? The touch of your hand on my clitoris sends an electric current pulsing through my body and I am wide awake. "I want to kiss you," you tell me as your fingers begin their magic circles.

"You know you can do whatever the fuck you want with me. I'm yours, body and soul," I sigh. And then I cannot speak or think or do anything except be loved by you.

There are our tongues and lips and there is the magic of your hand and there is...oh God. I feel like a balloon that is being blown up, getting larger and larger. Now I am floating off the bed, hovering in the air, bouncing around. And you keep pumping me up, making me bigger. I cannot hold all of you. I want to tell you that you must stop or I will burst, but no words come out. 

I cannot stop this. Oh God, I don't want to stop this. You are blowing me apart. 

I am... 

I was... 

Through my ecstatic oblivion I marvel at how this only gets better and better for us. And how we will die together over and over forever and ever. Amen.

Now I am nuzzled into your breasts, and you are caring for me. You stroke my hair as you always do when you want to know if I'm awake. I nod and lift my head. The clock glows on the nightstand.

3:26 AM. A lifetime just passed.



Happy Valentine's Day, Cum Slut



Better late than never, this is one of two Valentine's Day audios. Here, things are rough and primal. You are a wanton, dirty cum slut. Join me and let's fuck.

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Happy Valentine's Day, Darling



Better late than never, this is one of two Valentine's Day audios. Here, things are tender and romantic. You are the subject of my love and adoration. Join me and let's make love.

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Happy Valentine's Day, Master!



my Beloved as you get snuggled up in bed, I would like you to close your eyes for just a moment and imagine me there with you, laying next to you on your left side. My breasts firmly pressed against your torso, my leg over the top of yours and nestled between your legs, my arm across your lower abdomen, my cheek resting on your chest, listening to the sweet sound of your heart beating, my hair tickling your chin, planting soft kisses and sneaking in sly licks upon your left nipple.

(Did you close your eyes yet, I knew you didn't, please do so now (hehhe, I sound like you), just close them for a moment and try to imagine above)

Please do these things to yourself as I describe them and imagine me doing so please (or at least the ones you can reach *vweg*).

Now feel my left hand start to explore your body lightly with my finger tips. Starting with your eyebrows, tracing them with my finger. Playfully poking the tip of your nose. Doing the maze of your ear, placing my finger into your mouth having you moisten it for me and going back to your ear once more, seeing the bumps rise on your arms. Returning my fingers to your lips and closing my eyes, trying to memorize each part of them by touch so when we are apart I can close my eyes and I will be able to feel them instantly. Tickling your neck and brushing your clavicle lightly, causing you to shudder slightly.. Returning to your nipples, tracing them with my finger tip and first, brushing them with my thumb and leaving them behind with a pinch they wont soon forget. 

I move down your chest and trace along your torso, finding your belly button I tickle and probe. Moving my hand down to your waist I follow the natural trail to your groin, playfully tugging on the hair that guides me down to where I most want to be. Finding a most pleasant patch of pubes, I run my fingers through them as I slide my hand down to your cock that has brought my mind such immense pleasure and which I look forward to it bringing my body even more so. Just slightly firm from the touch that has occurred. I take it into my cool hands and begin to stroke it softly. I stop and move my head down and place it on your tummy so that I can intimately explore my little friend. 

Tracing every part with my finger tips, trying to also etch into memory this moment. I wipe the beginning droplets of moisture off with my finger, turning my head so that you can watch I bringing my finger to my lips and draw it into my waiting mouth. Mmmm as sweet as nectar, just as I had imagined it would be like. Sucking ever so gently on my finger, I pull it out with a soft pop and turn my head back towards my heaven. 

Tracing the head of your cock, then the rim underneath, then the shaft. I let my hand slide down gently massaging your jewels. Feeling how soft you are, knowing they are so full of tasty cum to coat every inch of my being with. I stick my index finger into my mouth to moisten thoroughly, I scoot down a bit further and seek out a new pleasure spot of yours. Unsure at first, I feel you tense slightly, to help you relax I turn my head back slightly in your direction and take your luscious cock into my warm and waiting mouth. As I feel your muscles begin to relax again, I cease my finger movement but remain present and steady. Concentrating my momentary attention on the tasty treat before me, taking you deep into my mouth so that the tip of your cock enters my throat, swirling my tongue along the base and shaft. 

As I feel I have your mind concentrated elsewhere, I proceed with my left index finger and insert it slowly and gently into your ass, twisting as I do ever so slightly. You moan softly and I know the combination of services is pleasing you. I feel your hands reach for and clutch my head, wrapping your hands in my hair and pushing me further onto your throbbing member. I insert yet more of my finger, so that I may reach that magical button, that will help you begin your climb to a place all of your own. I feel your hands tighten their grasp and hear you draw in a quick breath. I know that I have found the spot I was looking for. I massage and knead your jewels with the palm of my hand, I continue my ministering of your succulent ass and proceed to suck and lick you to the best of my abilities. 

I can sense that your orgasm is near and I withdraw my finger, gently remove you from my mouth and stop all physical stimuli. I look up into your eyes to a bewildered look, I bend over and kiss the tip of you penis lightly, look back into your eyes and say "Please indulge me Master, it is my turn to please you". You nod slightly (as you are infamous for) and consent to let me do as I see fit this evening. I move up and kiss you softly on the lips, licking the perimeter of your mouth, then seeking out and finding your tongue with mind and kissing you most passionately. I break and whisper in your ear, "Don't move please Sir, I will be right back".

I gather the supplies I have prepared in advance and return to your side. Setting them within reach but out of your site. I ask you to please close your eyes. As I trust that you have, I begin to drizzle warm chocolate syrup over your body. I take the can of whipped cream which is most convenient for artwork and cover my little friend and each nipple. I take a cherry and ask you to let it rest between your lips and begin to eat my sundae. I gently ask you to open your eyes and you do so. A little shocked but amused and chuckling softly. "Sir, you look most delicious, may I eat you now"? You smile, and reply "Yes, luv you may". With that I move to your mouth and suck the cherry from your lips I chew it quickly and kiss you deeply. Mmmm what a delicious start to my Sir Sundae *wink*. 

I move down and lick the syrup off your neck and chest, stopping momentarily to take a finger and run it through the whip cream. Bringing that finger to your mouth and watching you lick and suck it clean. I feel kitty begin to purrr and my pussy moistens with anticipation of that tongue. I click the remaining whip cream from your nipples and bite them gently. I lick the remaining syrup from your torso and look into your eyes lustfully. I lick my lips and stand up beside you on the bed. I take the can of whipped cream and coat your kitty with it decoratively but not heavily. I wouldn't want to mask the true essence of kitty, the scent and flavor of your kitty that keeps your cock rock hard and throbbing. 

I straddle your face and lower your kitty to your awaiting mouth as I lean forward and begin to taste the main entry of this Sir Sundae. I feel your tongue lash out quickly and strike my clit just once. As you proceed to lick away the obstacle upon your creamy pussy. I begin to gyrate my hips closer to your face, so desperately longing to feel your tongue on my clit again, deep in my snatch or anywhere. 

Meanwhile, I begin to lick the whipped cream from my little friend, clearing the way so that I may kiss him as he likes to be. As I take you deep into my mouth in one shot, I feel your tongue lapping and slurping at my slit. Your tongue performing its magic upon my pussy. I moan loudly with your cock deep in my throat and gasp for a breath. I feel your hand swiftly smack my ass to which I wiggle in response. Knowing full well that any movement would only cause another one to meet my red hot cheek. As another three or four stinging smacks impact my ass, I moan loudly and take action to get what I want out of this evening. 

I kiss your very hard cock lightly on the head and sit up. I move off your face and stand over the top of you, turning to face you and moving down a few steps. I now stand directly over your hips, as I squat I reach out for your purple and angry cock. So mad that I have stopped yet again. I clutch you softly yet urgently in my right hand and lead your penis straight into Your kitty. I continue to lower myself onto you, as the tip of you enters me, I remove my hand and push down as far as I can so that my clit is mashing against your pubic bone. 

I sit still for a moment enjoying the feeling of you so deeply inside of me. I begin to massage my clit against your groin and kitty moistens further, allowing a bit more lubrication and a more comfortable fit. Mmmmm the feel of your hard and pulsating cock inside of me is more than I can take. I reach up and clutch my breasts, I take my nipples into my fingers and pinch and pull on them firmly as I continue to gyrate and rock back and forth on this joystick. 

I lean over onto you, mashing my breasts against your abdomen. I take your face in my hands and say gently, "Master, nothing would make me happier than to have you on top of me as it should be, You're the most amazing top Sir. I want you to fuck me til I cry and beg for you to stop. When I beg for this, please don't stop but slam me harder Sir. Would you do this for me my Beloved"? I feel your arms wrap around me, your groin pressed firmly to mine and you initiate the roll so that I am lying beneath your very strong arms. We lose touch for only a moment, and you quickly thrust yourself deeply back into me at once with a force that makes me gasp and cough at the same time. 

You lean down and take my face into your hands, bearing your full weight upon me, kissing my lips softly, looking into my eyes and say "It would be my pleasure to do that to you and for you my luv". With that you move up and support your weight on your arms. These arms that are so muscular, just lying beneath you and massaging these make me hot for you. I look directly into your soul and say, "Being your bottom fills my heart and soul Sir, in ways you may never fully comprehend." to which you reply "But luv it is my honor and privilege to be your top, I hope that I may always serve that role in a way that you find pleasing". 

With that I move my right hand to my clit and begin to rub it, my fingers coated with the juices from our union. My left hand begins to alternately pinch and pull my nipples. As you begin to fuck me with much passion and complete reckless abandon. My breasts bouncing to and fro as you slam into me harder and more intense with each thrust. To gain leverage I move both hands to the headboard and use them to brace myself and to push off of and meet each of your thrusts. Panting lustfully and making noises I have never heard from myself before I become completely lost in the moment. 

As I sense that your orgasm is near I return my hands to my nipples and clit and begin to finger myself with an urgency that I have never experienced. I wrap my legs around your hips and lock my feet behind your gorgeous ass. As I feel the sign that you are about to cum, when you push very deeply into me. I pull you deeply into me and also let myself go and allow myself to experience this intense bliss. As my pussy begins to contract and squeeze your cock tightly, I feel the first hot splash of cum on my vaginal walls. To which I proclaim in a voice much louder than I have ever used in a moment such as this, "Oh Master, please cum inside me, please fill my pussy with your hot cum". 

The heat of your cum matches the heat and intensity of the passion we have shared this evening. Your kitty continues to grasp you as you begin to push in and out of me ever so slightly as you continue to shoot your cum deep inside my womb. You thrust yourself completely into me as you share your last drops. 

In a few moments you collapse upon my breasts, resting your sweet face upon them. My legs still wrapped around you and pulling you towards me. I run my fingers through your hair and push it back from your face, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. Not saying a word but just enjoying the moment of you still inside me and laying upon my breasts. A few moments pass and you gently roll onto your side, taking me with you. My leg still underneath you so that mine are entwined around yours now. My head upon your chest. I pull back slightly and look up into your eyes and smile sweetly. "Thank you Master for all that you are and for being mine. Happy Valentine's Day Sir. You truly are the Master of my Dreams Sir". To which you reply simply, "Happy Valentine's Day my luv".



Happy Valentine's Day, Mommy!



A son buys his mom a sexy, red nightgown for Valentine's Day.

Like most grateful children, I love my mother. Maybe I love my Mom a little more because I'm an only child and she's a single mom. In hindsight, maybe I loved my Mom too much. What happened between my Mom and I went beyond the acceptable norms between a mother and a son. 

I'd never tell anyone what happened, as I'm not proud of what we did. Based on the distinct, separate, and expected roles of a mother and her son, I know it was wrong of us to do what we did. Yet, if I could turn back time and relive that part of my life, I'd still have sex with my Mom. It was a beautiful experience and I don't regret having sexual relations with my mother.

It all started Valentine's Day. Every year I buy my Mom the same Valentine's Day gifts, a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. Only, this year, I was thinking more with my penis than I was with my commonsense. Unfortunately, I didn't know my penis had taken control of my brain. I bought my Mom a sexy nightgown from Victoria's Secrets. At the time, I didn't realize I was buying it for her but, in retrospect, I was and I did.

I crossed the line by buying such an intimately personal gift. I wasn't thinking straight. I had just broken up with my girlfriend and every year for the past three years, I buy my girlfriend a little sexy something from Victoria's Secrets. So, there I was at the Mall to buy my Mom a Happy Valentine's Day card, when I found myself standing in front of the sexy lingerie store and staring in the window at the display of red panties, bras, corsets, bustiers, and nightgowns. Their window display for Valentine's Day is always enticing and enthralling.

I don't know, maybe I missed buying something sexy for my honey. Maybe I enjoyed and missed the personal and attentive service the saleswomen paid me. Maybe, I just enjoyed perusing the sexy lingerie. Yet, for whatever reason, there I was looking at the nightgowns and imagining my Mom wearing it.

At first, without a doubt, my intentions were honorable, that is, until I imagined seeing my Mom modeling what I bought her. Wow. Still, it was about time that someone did something nice for her. She works hard. She works two jobs to make ends meet, while helping to put me through state college. I help out when I can, but there are only so many employment opportunities open to a full-time student.

I don't know what it is about red but it's like I'm a bull whenever I see that vibrant color. I love red, not so much for me, but on a woman. I mean, I'd never buy a red shirt or a red car, but I'd be attracted to a woman who wore a red dress or drove a red car, a red convertible, with big, bright headlights, if you know what I mean. Weird, huh?

Anyway, I was shopping in the store looking through the nightgowns and imagining Amy, my ex-girlfriend, who I still miss, wearing something red, when I saw this absolutely gorgeous red nightgown. Wow. It was short, low-cut, slit up to here, and cut down to there. Imagining the woman I'd give it to, I had to buy it.

At the time, I wasn't thinking of my Mom wearing it, really. I just knew that I needed to buy it. It was, by far, the most sexiest nightgown I've ever seen. 

It was expensive, but I had just received a credit card in the mail. Yeah, I know, here we go with the credit card debt, but this was a luxury that I just couldn't afford to miss. Maybe, I thought, I'd save it for my next girlfriend and give it to her next Valentine's Day, so long as she took a size 6.

Coincidentally, my Mom takes a size 6. Maybe I knew that subconsciously at the time, maybe I didn't. I don't know. Whatever. 

I bought it for whatever reason because I loved it, no doubt. It made me feel good. I bought it, I just bought it. It made me so happy to buy it, so I did. As soon as I bought it, I didn't feel so alone and lonely any more. 

It was as if I was drunk with testosterone and the color red was my devil of temptation that made me buy it. Call it fate or kismet, but the nightgown was the catalyst to me having sex with my Mom. Blame it on the nightgown, if you must, only, I had no idea of that at the time. I was just missing my girlfriend.

Once I had the nightgown in hand, I remember walking out of the store, as if I was taller. I was so excited about my sexy, impulsive purchase. I walked around the corner to the card shop and bought Valentine's Day wrapping paper, one that was kind of sappy, with hearts and flowers. Then, I bought a funny, but sentimental card for my Mom. Even then, I didn't put the both of them together. I thought of the card and the nightgown as separate gifts for two different people.

I really didn't realize that I had bought the nightgown for my Mom. I didn't know that I was going to give it to her. Certainly, I wasn't thinking of my Mom in that way, at the time, sexually and lustfully, but I was. I may have had a fleeting thought about my Mom, but certainly, it wasn't my intention to go to Victoria's Secrets to buy my mom a sexy, red nightgown for Valentine's Day.

I continued my shopping and while walking through the Mall, I couldn't take my mind off of that sexy, red nightgown. Since I had already bought the nightgown, I forgot that I was there to buy my Mom something different, something other than chocolates and flowers. Yet, there I was again, buying another heart shaped box of chocolates and another dozen roses. So preoccupied with that nightgown, that skimpy piece of lingerie had put me on automatic pilot. I wasn't thinking of anything but that damn nightgown.

My Mom was still at work when I got home. She's never home. She's always working and she's always working late to make some extra overtime money. I never know when to expect her home. 

I put the roses in water, filled out the Valentine's card I bought her, and put the chocolates on the living room coffee table, along with the flowers and Valentine's Day card. Then, I went in my room and closed the door. I don't know why I closed the door, since I was the only one home, but I did. In hindsight, obviously, I was feeling guilty over something, embarrassed perhaps, for buying the nightgown and over my incestuous feelings towards my mother, which at that point hadn't yet manifested, only surfaced.

I took out the nightgown and it was beautiful, so sexy. Made of silk, satin, and lace, it just felt so luxurious. It made me excited just to touch it and to feel it, while imagining the sexy woman I'd give this to wear it.

I had bought some nightgowns for my girlfriend in the past that after washing them a few times, they'd fall apart. Not this one. This one wasn't made in China, Bangladesh, or Sri Lanka. This beautiful garment was made in Milan, Italy. Imported from the city of fashion design, right up there with Paris, France, the workmanship and detail of the garment was extraordinary.

An old movie buff, I imagined Sophia Loren or Gina Lollobrigida or Claudia Cardinale wearing such a creation. As soon as I imagine one of those women wearing this nightgown, I was horny. As soon as I was horny, I thought of my Mom. 

Carefully, lovingly, knowing that whoever I gave this sexy nightgown to, the woman of my dreams, I'd be having hot sex with her, while they wore this nightgown. From a simple piece of red material, in my eyes, it had become magical, alive almost. I tried to imagine the size 6 woman who would wear my Valentine's gift. A blonde with blue eyes and big tits or a redhead with green eyes and big tits or a brunette with brown eyes and big tits.

Even then, not for a minute, did I consciously imagine my Mom filling out this nightgown with her big tits. Only, sub-consciously, my penis had other ideas. My penis, I dare say, knew the woman I wanted and, obviously, I wanted my Mom.

Carefully, I lined the gift box I bought with red tissue paper and removed the price tag from the nightgown with scissors, instead of my usual way of just pulling off the tag. I didn't want to take the chance of ripping the material. As if putting her to bed for the night, as if she was Sleeping Beauty, as if she was my girlfriend and my lover, lovingly, I carefully and neatly folded the nightgown, and gently laid it in the box. Even there in the box, it was so exquisitely beautiful. Then, I wrapped it in the Valentine's Day paper I bought and slid the box under my bed.

Then, something unexpectedly weird happened. As if turning off the light in my room coincided with the excitement that I felt buying this nightgown, much like blowing out the candles of my birthday cake after making a wish and everyone having sung me happy birthday, it was over. Even after I walked out of my room and continued with my day, I couldn't help but think of that red nightgown in that gift wrapped box beneath my bed. It took all the self-control that I had not to go in my room, grab it from under the bed, rip open the box, and take out the nightgown to look at it, touch it, hold it, and imagine the woman wearing it.

What is wrong with me? God, I'm so lonely. I'm so horny. I'm so pathetic. Do I miss my girlfriend that much? She was such a bitch. She cheated on me. She doesn't deserve such devotion.

Only, the romantic fool that I am and always will be, this is Valentine's Day and to be alone without someone to tell her that I love her, and to hear her say in return that she loves me, is what I miss. I've always had a girlfriend, someone to buy a Valentine's Day card and a gift and to receive a kiss, a hug, and sex in return, but not this year. This year, I'm alone, lonely, horny, and buying a nightgown and having no one to give it to as a Valentine's Day gift. I'm pathetic. I'm such a loser.

Much like in the way of hiding a deflated blowup doll in my closet, the happiness that I felt buying that nightgown suddenly ended when I slid it under my bed and now I was sad, depressed, actually. I had no one to tell that I loved her. I had no one to hold and to kiss and to touch. I had no one to give the nightgown. There was only my Mother.

"I love you, Mommy." 

She's the only woman in my life right now that I can say that to with as much certainty and as much sincerity in knowing that she loves me, too. Only, it's not the same. She's my mother, my Mom, and I'm her son, her baby. She's certainly not my sweetheart. She'd never be my lover. I may think about it, when alone, lonely, and horny with my hand around my penis, but I could never have sex with my Mom. It would just be so wrong to do that.

It was then that I thought of my Mom wearing the nightgown that I bought and when I thought of her sliding that sexy, red nightgown over her naked, shapely body, I touched myself. I couldn't help but touch myself and the more I touched myself, the more I thought about my Mom wearing that nightgown. Horny to begin with after thinking of Sophia Loren, Gina Lollobrigida or Claudia Cardinale wearing that sexy, Italian, red nightgown, thinking of my Mom wearing it made me want to masturbate, while imagining her modeling the nightgown for me, something she'd never do. I thought of a Frederick Fellini movie where everything is in black and white, but for the red nightgown. Wow.

Missing my girlfriend on this day of love for lovers, I was horny. Between walking around Victoria's Secrets, buying that nightgown, and not having had sex in a while, playing with myself sounded pretty good right about now. I already had an erection from wrapping the nightgown, while touching it, feeling it, and imagining someone wearing it. I never thought I could be aroused by an inanimate object, such as a nightgown, but I was. Gees, maybe I was beginning to develop a fetish for red or for silk, satin, and lace.

Rather than torture myself by masturbating in my bedroom and laying on my bed with the nightgown beneath me, I distanced myself from the nightgown, the subject of my lust, and made myself comfortable on the sofa in the living room. I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, pulled them down to my ankles, along with my underwear, and grabbed hold of my cock. Knowing I was going to cum and not wanting to make a mess, I grabbed a bunch of tissue from the table by the end of the couch.

I'd be so embarrassed if my Mom ever found cum stains on the couch. How would I ever explain that? I had jerked off over my Mom before, but never like this and never out in the open in the living room. This was a first. Besides, she wouldn't be home for hours. I couldn't help myself, I was so very horny and it all started over that damn nightgown.

What is wrong with me? Yet, I didn't care. I needed a sexual release. I just needed to cum. The mere thought of that nightgown culminated in me jerking off over the thought of my Mom slipping the nightgown over her naked body and wearing it. It made me hot to imagine her walking around the house while wearing it, as I stared at what she couldn't hide beneath the sheer material of that nightgown.

"Oh, my God, I'm such a pervert," I said out loud for no one to hear. "I can't believe I'm jerking off over the thoughts of my mother wearing that red nightgown."

I could see her, envision her wearing that little red nightgown and the image of her with that on heightened my sexual arousal. She doesn't wear panties to bed under her nightgowns. I know because I'd see her panties strewn on the floor or in the hamper. Only, she always sits like a lady whenever in her nightgown and even though I admit that I looked hoping to see, I never saw my Mom's pussy.

I've seen her panties and bra plenty of times. I've even seen her in her panties and bra, but I've never seen her naked tits, her bare ass, or her bushy pussy. Yet, if she was to wear this short nightgown with the slits on the sides, unless she wore a bathrobe over it, there'd be no way that she wouldn't be flashing me her pussy. In the way that it was cut so low, I'd see more of her tits, too. I stroked myself, as I imagined my Mom accidentally flashing me her pussy, while exposing her tits to me.

I knew she had a bush. During the summer, on those hot nights, she'd wear those sheer nightgowns and I'd see her dark patch of pubic hair, as well as the impressions her nipples made in the thin material, especially when she stood by the refrigerator with the door open. When I looked more closely and focused, I could even discern the appearance of her areolas.

After seeing so much of my Mom's body, I couldn't help but wonder if she knew I was looking or if she was purposely giving me a show hoping I'd see. What did it matter? I saw what I needed to see to masturbate over it later, as I was doing now.

Hey, she has needs, too. Maybe she knows I'm looking and maybe she shows me her body purposely and makes it look accidental. Maybe, after she gives me a show, she masturbates later over what she showed me and over what I saw of her. Why not? She's human. Yeah, I know, I'm her son and she's my Mom, but basically down deep we're both the same, sexual animals.

It made me more excited to think that my mom was an exhibitionist, perhaps. It made me horny to think that my mom may be flashing me her body on purpose. It made me want to flash her my cock, only, I'd never do something like that, purposely flash her my cock, just so that I could jerk off over her having seen it later. That would be sick. I'd be so embarrassed if she ever saw my cock.

In the meantime, I just needed to cum. So, there I was lying on the couch and slowly stroking my cock, while thinking of my Mom wearing her sheer nightgown on a hot day. She was naked underneath and I concentrated trying to imagined what she looked like naked. She does have a hot body and I'd give anything to see more of it, especially right now, while I was jerking off.

I stroked my cock a little faster, as I imagined seeing the dark outline of her pubic hair. I stroked my cock a little faster, while I imagined the impressions her big nipples made in the thin material of her nightgown. I imagined seeing her ass and her pussy, as I imagined her bending over in front of me to pick up something from the floor. From where I was laying on the couch, if she was to bend over in front of me like that, I had the perfect vantage point to see up her short nightgown.

I continued thinking about seeing my mom naked and I imagined that I could actually see her. The imagined image of her naked body continued to heat my libido. Then, I imagined her wearing the new nightgown I bought. Oh, my God, she'd look so good in that skimpy, sexy thing.

"Oh, Mommy, you look so beautiful in that nightgown," I said out loud for no one to hear. "I'm so glad you like it."

"I'm sorry that I didn't buy you anything for Valentine's Day, son," I imagined her saying as I stroked my cock faster, "but is there anything that I can do for you?"

I imagined catching her staring down at the impression my erection made in my jeans, while I peeked down her top at her tits.

"Is there anything you can do for me? Why, yes, Mommy, there is. You can touch me, Mom. Touch my cock. As my special Valentine's Day gift, can you give me a hand job?"

"Sure, it would be my pleasure to masturbate you," I imagined her saying, "but only because you've been a good and loving son and because it's Valentine's Day."

I imagined my mom touching my cock. I imagined her stroking me. My mom was masturbating me. I couldn't believe it. Entertaining the thought of my mother's fingers curled around my cock, while she slowly stroked my stiff penis was a thought I always loved to imagine while masturbating.

I imagined my Mom wearing the sexy, red nightgown I bought today. Oh, my God. She'd look so good in that thing. So low cut and so revealing, I imagined her showing more of her breasts to me than she ever has. I imagined her sitting across from me and, even though her knees were together, she was unaware that she was flashing me her bush. My Mom's pussy was there for me to see and I imagined touching it and licking it before fucking it.

"Mom, I'm so embarrassed to tell you this, but I can see your pussy."

"You can?" I imagined her looking down at herself to see what she was showing and what I was seeing, before looking up at me. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed," I imagine her saying but without moving a finger to cover her nakedness. "Avert your eyes, son. Don't look at Mommy's pussy. That's so wrong to lust over your Mommy's pussy in that way, Stephen," I imagined her saying. 

Only, I couldn't avert my eyes. I stared instead. While stroking my cock faster and faster, until I was stroking it at a feverish rate, I imagined continuing to stare at my mother's pussy.

I imagined her wanting me to touch her as much as I wanted to touch her. I imagined giving my Mom an innocent kiss to wish her Happy Valentine's Day.

"Happy Valentine's Day. I love you, Mommy."

"I love you, too, son."

I imagined her being so happy that I bought her the card, the flowers, and the chocolates, and being so surprised when I gave her the nightgown that, when I kissed her, she parted my lips with her tongue and French kissed me. I imagined my Mom was French kissing me. I couldn't believe my mother was French kissing me. 

I imagined my hand touching and feeling her nightgown all over. I imagined feeling her breast. Then, when her nipples made an appearance, I imagined rubbing my palm across them, before fingering them with my thumb and index finger, before taking them in my mouth, and before sucking them. I was sucking my mother's tits. Then, I did it, I parted her knees with my hand and touched my Mom where no son should touch his mother and where no mother should allow her son to touch her, while she fondled my cock through my pants.

It was then that I imagined hearing her voice.

"Stephen!"

With cock in hand, ready to cum, my Mom opened the front door and there I was lying on the couch in full view and totally exposed with my pants and underwear down around my ankles.




Happy Valentine's Day, Mommy!



"Mom! What are you doing home?"

"It's Valentine's Day. I left early," she said staring at me from the front door.

Oh, my God. I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop it. My whole body shuddered, shook, and convulsed in spasms. I exploded cum everywhere. My cum shot itself across the room. If there was a Guinness record for the longest and highest cum shot, I'd be the world's new record holder. My cum flew everywhere. It just exploded and, as if a small bird with big wings, it flew across the room before diving bombing the carpet.

"Mom," was all I could say, again.

My mother saw me masturbating. My mother saw my cock. My mother just stood there with her mouth gaping open, while watching me explode cum everywhere. A nightmare worse than any I could imagine, I was embarrassed beyond tears.

I got up off the couch, pulled up my pants, ran to my room, and slammed shut the door. Oh, my God, I was so embarrassed. Mortified. I felt like such a pervert. I couldn't believe she caught me masturbating. She saw everything.

My mother saw my cock, my balls, and my pubic hair. She saw everything. She saw me masturbating. She saw me shoot cum across the room. Fuck, I didn't even clean it up.

Yet, what was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to get up off the couch, while trying to preserve whatever modesty I had left and get on my hands and knees with my pants down around my ankles to clean up my own cum? She's probably on her hands and knees now cleaning my cum out of the living room rug, before it stains and hardens and remains there in the deep plush pile of the carpet forever, as evidence of my perverted lust.

I'm such a damn retarded pervert. I'm so embarrassed. How can I ever face her?

I stripped off all my clothes but for my tee shirt and put on my pajama bottoms. I pulled back the covers, turned off the light, and went to bed with the covers pulled tightly over my head. I was tired, anyway, exhausted really. After cumming off like that, I was drained. I needed to nap. I needed to hide myself in my room and never come out. How could I face my mother ever again?

I couldn't believe I actually fell asleep. I didn't know what time it was when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Stephen. I made supper. C'mon, Honey, don't be embarrassed. Let's forget about what happened and what I saw. I didn't see anything really. Okay? It's Valentine's Day. I made you your favorite meal. And I bought a bottle of champagne. Come celebrate with me. Don't leave me out here alone on Valentine's Day of all days."

"Okay," I said rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

She sounded so sad and I didn't want to disappoint her and ruin her evening. I couldn't believe it was 8:00. I had slept for 3 hours. Only, I was still tired. Then, I remembered my Mom coming home early just as I was cumming off. She never comes home on time forget about coming home early.

This is the worst day of my life. I'm so embarrassed. How can I face her? What do I say to her? She saw my cock. She saw me masturbating. She watched me cum.

I slipped on my slippers and threw a loose bathrobe over my pajama bottoms. There was no need to get dressed and undressed again, when I'd be going to bed again soon. When I went out in the kitchen to get my plate of food, my Mom looked like she had been crying.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

I figured she was crying because her son is a pervert.

"Nothing. It's just Valentine's Day is depressing when you don't have that special someone in your life."

Tell me about it, I thought, suddenly missing Amy.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Only, I can't imagine how you must feel. It's been longer for you not having a special someone."

I suddenly felt so bad for my Mom. She's been alone and on her own for years. My feelings for her happiness eclipsed my feelings of loneliness, horniness, and embarrassment that she saw me shoot a load of my cum across the living room. I was just so glad that I had remembered my Mom with a card, flowers, and chocolates.

"Thank you for the card, the flowers, and the chocolates" she said. "C'mon, it's a special night. Let's sit in the living room while watching TV."

Once in the living room, I looked for the signs of my most embarrassing moment, but she must have already removed it. How embarrassing to have my Mom clean up my cum? Gees. Then, I spotted the champagne.

"Can we open the champagne?"

I looked at the bottle chilling in the ice bucket. I needed a drink to remove the thought from my mind that my Mom had seen my cock and watched me masturbating.

"Sure, that's a good idea to have it with our food. That way neither one of us will get tipsy."

Only, we both got more than a little tipsy. Something inherited from my Mom, no doubt, neither one of us has a tolerance for alcohol, especially for champagne. It goes right to our heads. After only the second glass of bubbly, we were both feeling the effects of it by talking more and laughing over nothing. With the third glass, well, it's a good thing that neither one of us were driving.

Then, she started crying again. She looked so very sad. No doubt, with the alcohol being a depressant, it added to her sadness.

"Mom. Don't. C'mon, you'll find someone. Don't worry," I said putting my arm around her. 

She put her arm around my waist and we stayed like that, with her leaning in to me and with her head on my shoulder, while watching TV. I don't even remember what we were watching. All I knew was that between the champagne and my Mom holding me like that and me being so close to my Mom, I was beginning to get sexually aroused.

I was always getting sexually aroused. At twenty-years old, able to masturbate five times a day, I was a walking combination testosterone and cum factory. My Mom at only 39-years-old was hardly over the hill. If she was anything, she was a MILF, especially when compared to my friend's mothers who were all fat and married in unhappy marriages.

At my age, it doesn't take much for me to have an erection and I sure had one now. My cock had pitched a small pup tent beneath my pajamas and bathrobe. Knowing that my Mom surely noticed it, I was a little embarrassed and when she did, not wanting to encourage my lewd behavior, no doubt, she pulled her arm away and sat up straight.

I was embarrassed not only that I had an erection but also that my Mom saw that I had an erection. I felt like such a pervert. I can't believe I got an erection over my Mom and that my mom noticed that she had excited me in that way just by holding me and hugging me.

We each reached for our champagne and had more to drink. Then, I poured us a fourth glass. I didn't want to waste it. Besides, the bottle was nearly empty now, anyway. And those flutes looked so small. Surely, we weren't drunk, were we?

Hoping to cheer her up, it was then that I decided to give her the nightgown. Had it not been for the champagne, I never would have given my Mom a nightgown, especially one so sexy, as a Valentine's Day gift. I mean, if the nightgown had been a long flannel one, that would have been acceptable, but this one, well, oh boy, was outrageous. I couldn't believe I was going to give it to her.

"Where you going?" She looked up at me, as if I was leaving her to go to bed.

"I have a special surprise for you."

"You do? But, you already gave me a card, flowers, and chocolates."

"This is something special that I saw and I thought of you. You don't have anyone to buy you something as nice as this, so I did."

I couldn't believe it. I was just as excited now to give her the gift as I was when I bought it. Only, I couldn't believe I was going to give it to her. 

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mommy," I said handing her the box and leaning down to give her a kiss on the lips. 

I surprised her with my forwardness. I don't think she expected me to kiss her on the lips, but I did. She didn't pull back or turn away. Only, with her eyes wide open, she had a shocked look on her face that I kissed her and she surprised me by kissing me back.

As if unwrapping a bomb, my Mom had a way of unwrapping a gift without tearing the paper. She had a bag full of wrapping paper that she reused for special occasions. Excitedly, I watched her slide her fingernails beneath the edges loosening the tape and removing the paper in one piece without so much as a tear. I watched her set the box on her lap and shake it open. Then, when she opened the tissue paper, she looked up at me with a surprised expression.

"Stephen," she said removing the nightgown from the box. "It's so beautiful." She held it up. "It's so short." She put her hand behind the material. "It's so sheer. It's so revealing," she said with a laugh. She turned and smiled at me. "It's so sexy. I love it. Thank you, sweetie. I've never had anything as luxurious and as sexy as this. This is the best Valentine's gift anyone has given me. Thank you, honey." 

She leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. This time it was her idea and it was a longer kiss than when I had kissed her, but it was a kiss without tongues.

"Go try it on. I want to see it on you," I said taking the last sip of my champagne.

"No, I can't do that," she said looking at the nightgown and then looking at me before looking back at the nightgown. "You'll see everything I own," she said staring down at the nightgown, before looking up at me with a blush on her face.

"Mom, I've seen you in a nightgown before. What's the big deal? I'm your son and your my mother. It isn't like I'm a stranger. It isn't like I'm lusting over you," I said knowing that I was.

"Yeah, well, okay. It would be rude of me not to try it on and show you, I guess," she said with a blush that told me she felt she was embarrassed about being wicked.

I couldn't believe my Mom agreed to model the nightgown for me. I haven't been this excited since the first time I had sex with Amy. Had she not been a little tipsy, she never would have done that, but the alcohol removed some of her inhibitions, no doubt. Who knows, maybe she has needs, too? Maybe, she's just as horny as I am. Maybe she wants to show me her body as much as I want to see her body. We both have the same genetic makeup, after all. 

Oh, my God. Be still my heart. I was so excited that I was about to see my Mom in that revealing nightgown. I couldn't believe it. Now, I was so glad I bought it.

She seemed to take a long time. What was only a few minutes felt like an hour. How long does it take to strip naked and put on a nightgown? I couldn't believe it when she appeared in the doorway. She had fixed her hair and makeup, too.

The soft light of the living room lit her up, as if she was a movie star. The light passed right through her. I saw more of my Mom in one second than I have in all the years I've been with her. I had to rub my eyes to realize that she wasn't naked. She may as well have been. Wow.

"Wow! Mom, you look fabulous. It's a perfect fit. It looks as if it was made for you. You look so beautiful, so sexy."

"Thank you, honey," she said twirling around.

When she twirled around like that, I got a glimpse of her ass cheeks. She wasn't wearing panties, which I knew already, as I could clearly see her pubic hair and when she turned around, I saw her ass crack. Then, she walked towards me, as if she was one of those Victoria's Secrets angels walking down the runway. All she needed were the wings.

I didn't dare tell her, but I wondered if she knew. Only, how could she not know? She must have known. Surely, she looked in her full length mirror before leaving her bedroom. I could see everything she owned, as if she was wearing tinted red cellophane.

Never have I seen so much of my mother's body. The nightgown left little to the imagination and whatever was left to imagine, I had already imagined it. A perfect match, it was then that I realized my Mom was as much of an exhibitionist as I was a voyeur.

"Come finish your champagne," I said.

She sat on the couch beside me and when she did, I got up to clear the coffee table of our dishes. I just wanted an excuse to walk back in the room from the kitchen. I just wanted to see her sitting there on the couch. I was hoping to see something of my Mom's that I've never seen before.

As soon as I walked in the room, I saw it. I saw my Mom's pussy. Even though she sat with her knees together, the open triangle above her slim and shapely thighs gave me a clear view of her pubic hair. Immediately, I had an erection.

"I'm cold," she said.

"Cold? I'm hot," I said removing my bathrobe and plopping myself beside her.

Was it not for my pajama bottoms, my penis would have been sticking straight up. I put my arm around her again, while rubbing her shoulder to warm her and she leaned into me and put her arm around my waist again. It felt so good holding my Mom in this way. Her skin was so soft, yet her body felt so firm. We've never held one another like this and had it not been for the champagne, I don't think we'd be this cozy now.

I don't know if she felt cold or if she felt naked, but she grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over our laps. She had her hand resting on my thigh under the blanket. I was grateful for the blanket thrown across my lap because any second my cock was going to escape my pajama bottoms from my pee hole. Boy, that would have been really embarrassing. She would have thought I did that on purpose, no doubt. Then, I'd really feel like a pervert, exposing my cock to my Mom, yet again.

Then, my Mom started softly crying again.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I held her closer and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm just so happy," she said. "You're always so good to me."

When she looked up at me, I leaned down and kissed her again. It was a soft and loving kiss and not a sexual kiss. Only, this time, she kissed me back. When I pulled her close to kiss her, I felt her breast come in contact with my ribs and the side of her hand come in contact with my cock. My penis had freed itself of my pajamas and my Mom wasn't moving her hand away from my exposed prick. She left it there and every time my naked cock pulsated, it pulsated against my Mom's hand.

Knowing that my penis was rubbing against my Mom's hand made it pulsate even more. I couldn't believe it. I was so aroused. She didn't even have to touch me for me to want her. Just the rubbing sensation of my cock against the side of her hand was enough to drive me mad with desire for her.

Maybe it was because of the champagne, but I moved my hand from her back more to her side. Now, I could feel the side of my Mom's breast and it felt good. Then, I did it. I couldn't believe I did it, but I did. When I kissed her again, I slipped her my tongue. 

Instead of pulling away, instead of slapping my face, she responded with her tongue. Once we were kissing, French kissing is when I felt my Mom's fingers touch my penis. It was surreal. My mom was ever so lightly touching my cock with her fingertips, more with her fingernails than with any other part of her hand.

"What do you think about when you masturbate?"

She floored me with her question.

"What?"

Suddenly, I felt like Brett in Pulp Fiction when Jules asks him a question and all he could say is, what? I was so nervous. I was so excited. My Mom was touching my penis while asking me what thoughts I have when I masturbate.

"Tell me. What do you think about when you masturbate?"

"Mom, I'm not going to tell you that. I can't tell you that. It's embarrassing."

"C'mon, tell me. I want to know." She looked up at me waiting for me to answer and when I didn't she asked me another even more revealing question. "Do you think about me when you're playing with yourself?"

Oh, my God, I wanted to say fuck yeah. I think about touching your body, while you fondle my cock. I think about you stroking my cock, while I finger your nipple and finger your pussy. I think about you sucking my cock before cumming in your mouth. I think about making love to you, fucking you and cumming inside of you. Only, I didn't say any of that. I couldn't. How could I? This was my mother.

"No," I said looking down at her. I could never lie to my Mom. She always knows when I'm lying. "Well, sometimes I have. Yes." 

I couldn't help but feel like such a pervert. My Mom knows I masturbate over the thoughts of her.

"Were you thinking about me when I caught you masturbating?"

I could feel my face turning a bright red.

"Yes."

"Were you thinking about me wearing this nightgown?"

I've been thinking about you wearing this nightgown as soon as I saw it, which is why I bought it, I wanted to say, but didn't dare. I didn't have the courage. I was afraid to confess my feelings of lustful desire for my mother.

"Yes," I said instead.

"What were you thinking about? Tell me. I want to know."

"Mom, no, I'm embarrassed to tell you that. I feel like a pervert as it is."

I couldn't believe my Mom was asking me these questions while touching my cock. She was ever so lightly touching the side of my stiff cock with the tips of her fingers. It felt so good for her to touch me like that. It wasn't so much as a sexual touch as it was a sensual touch. I mean, while masturbating, I imagined my mom touching my cock and I imagined my Mom giving me a hand job, but I never imagined she really would and I never imagined it would feel this good just to have her touch me ever so lightly with her fingertips.

"You're not a pervert, Stephen. You're just a healthy young man. So, tell me. Were you thinking about me touching your penis?"

"Yes, Mom, I was."

"Were you thinking about me giving you a hand job?"

She looked up at me and when she did, I wanted to kiss her.

"Yes. I'm sorry, Mom, but I was thinking that."

"Don't be sorry."

Then, she took my cock in her hand. Her fingers surrounded the width of my cock. My mother was holding my cock. She was holding my cock, not stroking it, not fondling it, just holding it. 

"Mom, what are you doing?"

She held it in place, as if it was a stick shift of a car. She was just holding onto my penis. That was when I moved my hand more to the front of her and cupped more of the side of her breast through her thin nightgown. It felt so good to feel my Mom's breast.

She looked at me in the way that Amy looked at me the first time she allowed me to feel her breast. It was as if she was giving me the green light. 

"Go ahead, you can feel my breast," she said looking down at my hand that touched part of her breast. I moved my hand and cupped her entire breast. I was feeling my Mom's tit. "Is this what you were thinking about, me holding your penis, while you felt my breast?" 

"Oh, God, yes, Mom."

"Do you like it when I hold your penis?"

"Like it? I love it, Mom."

"Do you like it when I stroke you like this," she said slowly stroking me.

"Yes, of course."

"Tell me."

"I love it when you stroke my cock, Mom. It feels incredible."

On thin ice, we were threading uncharted grounds. We were walking through a mine field. Any second something she or I did could blow-up in our faces. The more she touched me, is the more that I dared touch her. Any second either one of us could have second thoughts and stop, just stop, and then all of this would be over and I'd be so sexually frustrated.

Afraid to move my fingers, it felt so good to hold my Mom's breast in my hand. Immediately, her nipple became erect and hard and I could feel it pressing against my palm. Just as she didn't move her hand on my cock or from my cock before, I didn't move my hand on her tit or from her tit. I waited for her to give me a sign and then she did. 

She started touching the head of my cock with her fingertips. It felt so good to have my Mom fondling my cock like that and in that way and in the same way that I wanted to fondle her nipples. When she did that, touched my penis, I leaned down and kissed her again. Only, this time, it wasn't the tender kiss that I had given her, it was more of a sexual kiss and she surprised me when she returned my kiss with even more passion. 




Happy Valentine's Day, Mommy!



That was when I really started feeling her boob and playing with her nipple. From my viewpoint, I could see right down her low cut nightgown. I could see most of my Mom's tits and I wanted to stick my hand down her top. I so wanted to suck her nipples. 

Then, slowly, gently, she started stroking me. Afraid she'd stop, I didn't speak for fear of having it end. I didn't want to say anything to ruin the mood. I just hoped she'd continue stroking me.

While stroking me, her hand moved back the blanket and it fell to the floor. Now, my Mom was staring at my cock. I looked down and watched my Mom stroking my cock, while staring at it. It was so exciting to see my cock in her hand, while she gently stroked it and fondled the head of it with her long fingers.

"You have a beautiful cock, Stephen."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. Was I supposed to thank her for telling me that I had a beautiful cock? Was I supposed to compliment my Mom on her tits? She did have a gorgeous set of knockers. She did have a tremendous body, but I felt awkward talking about my Mom's private parts to, of all people, my Mom.

From throwing the blanket over her lap and with the action of the blanket sliding off and falling to the floor, her nightgown was raised nearly to her waist. I reached down and started fondling her thigh and when I did, when I moved my hand deeper in between her legs. Afraid to touch her, I toyed with the inside of her thighs, caressing them and massaging them.

When I looked down, I couldn't believe her pussy was totally exposed. A fantasy of mine before, it was no longer a fantasy now, but my reality. I couldn't stop myself from voicing my excitement.

"Mom, I can see your pussy," I said.

"Do you like what you see?"

She parted her legs more giving me a better view of her slit and that's when her clit came into view.

"Yes."

"Touch me."

I touched her and she gasped. I touched her pubic hair. I actually felt my Mom's pubic hair. Afraid to touch her where no son should touch his mother, at first I teased her by moving my hand up and down the inside of her thigh. I could feel her pubic hair brush against the side of my hand and every time it did, she squirmed.

I could tell my Mom wanted to be touched. My Mom wanted me to touch her pussy. Then, I did it. I cupped her pussy in my hand, before lightly exploring her clit with my fingertip and before inserting my finger to explore our mutual desire deeper.

She was so wet. She was sopping wet and my finger slid right inside her pussy. Once I started playing with her clit is when she started stroking me faster.

"Stephen," she said breathlessly. "Should we be doing this?"

"Yes," I said. "I love you, Mommy."

"And I love you, son," she said, "but this is wrong. This is so wrong, but I can't stop myself from touching you and allowing you to touch me. I've been so horny for so long."

I watched her staring down at my cock, while she stroked it. She was leaning forward now with her hair cascading down and engulfing my cock, as if it was a dark curtain and much in the way of Dracula's cloak, before he sucked the blood from out of one of his victims. Then she did it. She took me in her mouth.

My Mom was blowing me. She was sucking my cock. Never have I been as hard. I knew that if she continued sucking my cock, I'd cum in her mouth. I'd cum in my mother's mouth.

"Mom, that feels so good. Suck my cock, Mom. Suck it. Really suck it. Let me feel your tongue and your lips."

I started humping her mouth. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum in my mother's mouth.

She lifted up her head and whispered in my ear.

"Fuck Mommy. Make love to Mommy. Mommy needs to feel your cock inside of her. It's been such a long time, too long, since Mommy has made love."

I pushed her back on the couch and moved between her legs. She grabbed my pajama bottoms from the floor and put them beneath her to spare the couch from being stained. Then, she reached down and inserted my cock inside of her. She was so warm and so wet and it felt so good when I humped her and slid inside of her.

I couldn't help but kiss her, French kiss her. I was making out with her like no other woman I have ever kissed and she was returning my passion. Harder and deeper I fucked my mother, until she let out a gasp and a scream with an orgasm. I made my mother cum. 

I was still hard when I pulled out and sat back on the couch with my cock glistening.

She looked at me and kissed me before falling to her knees between my legs. Without saying another word, she took my cock in her mouth and started blowing me, really blowing me this time.

"Mom, if you continue blowing me like that, I'll cum. I'll cum in your mouth."

"It's okay, Stephen," she said removing my cock from her mouth to speak. "I want you to cum. I want to taste you. After having watched you masturbate before, you made me so horny."

"Blow me, Mommy," I said putting a hand to the back of her hand and fucking her face.

It felt so good to have my cock buried in my mother's mouth. It felt so good to feel her lips and her tongue surround my cock.

"Cum, Stephen. Cum in Mommy's mouth."

As soon as she said that, I exploded. She took all that I gave her and swallowed. Then, she licked my prick clean. 

We slept together that night, but never again after that. We never talked about what happened. It just happened the one time and it was over. Only, we're closer because of it. Just as my Mom would do anything for me, I'd do anything for my Mom.

That was the best Valentine's Day I ever had.

She finally met a man, a nice guy. He doesn't need to know that my mother and I celebrated Valentine's Day in the way we did. That's just between us. Yet, if Valentine's Day is for lovers, then for one night, we were lovers. Now, we're just mother and son.



Happy Valentines!



I wasn't done yet though, and I quickly slid back down her slit to her hard little button. Before she could even come down from her last orgasm, I had sucked that sensitive clit into my mouth and began running my tongue around it in circles. "Oh my God," she practically screamed before words became lost to her. After that, all she could do was moan and squeal as multiple orgasms rocked her one after another. Her whole body was thrashing, and it was all I could do to hang on and keep her clit sucked into my mouth. Finally, she erupted in a last, huge orgasm and collapsed forward onto the bed.

Looking up from between Ashley's sticky ass-cheeks, I spotted Katie, Ashley's panties still pressed to her face with one hand and the other rubbing her excited pussy, staring down at me intently. Grinning at her, I licked my cum-covered lips, and then leaned forward again. She immediately began to whimper and finger herself faster, as I started tonguing her friend's tight asshole right before her eyes.

I love eating out a girl's ass, and Ashley had such a cute one that I couldn't help myself. My only concern was whether she would object, but I needn't have worried. As my tongue swirled around her puckered, pink hole, she started moaning again and thrusting her ass back towards my face, begging for more. "Oooh yeah, mmmm, yes, yes! Oh god, oh, oh, oh. Oh my god, Katie, oh, oh he's licking my asshole. Oh god, it feels so fucking good!" She was talking right to Katie now, staring at her as she fingered her aching pussy, urging her on with her words. "Oh, Katie. He's tonguing my ass, oh yes, yes, I can feel his tongue going in me - in my hot ass. Oh yes, I love it, it feels sooo good. I love it! Yes, yes, yes!"

As I thrust my tongue in and out of Ashley's tight, smelly hole and listened to her ranting about it, I couldn't help but think about burying my hard cock deep in her ass as well. Oh, how glorious that would be! Just thinking about it made my already hard cock begin to throb painfully with a need to release its sticky content. I wasn't the only one ready to cum either. Ashley's dialogue had once again trailed off into unintelligible moaning, and Katie was fingering herself furiously as she licked at Ashley's lace panties.

I pulled my face out of Ashley's saliva-soaked crack and stood up. She immediately began begging for more, but I silenced her with a tug to her leash. "Katie, on your hands and knees in front of Ashley. Give her something to keep her mouth occupied." I could tell that Katie was slightly jealous of the attention I was paying to Ashley, but knew also that she would soon get over it when she saw what I had in store for her. She didn't complain though as she quickly scampered into place, backing her white butt right into Ashley's face, and looking back over her shoulder to watch what took place next. 

I watched Ashley begin eating my girlfriend's juicy pussy, and stepped up behind her, guiding my erect prick to her pretty pink cunt. I slid it lightly up and down the length of her slit a couple times, teasing, watching her twitch as I brushed her excited clit. Then, in one fluid motion, I buried my cock to the hilt in her sucking cunt, my balls slapping against her ass. Her scream, muffled by Katie's ass cheeks, was still audible as she erupted in a powerful orgasm.

There was no slowing down now. All of that incredible foreplay had me so wound up, that I could already feel my orgasm beginning to build, and I knew that it would only be a matter of a few short minutes before I exploded. I grabbed her firmly by the hips, and began to drive it to her, hard and fast, watching intently as my cock slid in and out of her slick pussy. She responded by slamming her body viciously back against me, meeting each thrust, driving me even deeper. Our bodies were smacking together loudly, flesh against flesh, and over it all, her gasps and moans sounded as she spasmed through one orgasm after another. I could clearly see her white, sticky cum clinging to my shaft as it probed again and again into the depths of her vagina, and in no time, a frothy ring of pearly cream encircled her stretched labia and collected in her puckered asshole. 

I wanted badly to lean down and lick it all up, but knew that I didn't have time. Already, I could feel the cum flowing from my balls into my shaft, marking my imminent climax. As my orgasm neared, my pace quickened until I was banging her like a jackhammer; my hips smashing repeatedly against her hot ass, driving my cock over and over into the deepest part of her cunt. She was howling out loud now, no longer able to focus on eating Katie's pussy, and crying for more, "Yes, yes, give me your cum. Give it to me. Oh God, fuck me!!!"

And them with one last almost-violent thrust, I was coming inside her. "Oh fuck!" I cried, clutching her hips tightly and hanging on as spurt after spurt (I think five, or maybe even six) poured forth from my cock, spraying the inside of her hungry cunt with my love juice. My orgasm seemed to go on forever (maybe twenty seconds), and she matched me, her tight pussy contracting again and again, squeezing out every last drop of cum in my dick. Finally, I fell forward on top of her, totally spent, and we collapsed on to the bed.

We both lay there gasping for air, our sweaty bodies plastered together, my cock slowly shrinking inside of her. Katie, who had turned around to watch much earlier once Ashley started screaming out loud, and who had gotten herself off with her fingers while I was coming inside her friend, now started to slowly work her way down the bed. I was tempted to just lay there and enjoy the feeling of Ashley's warm, slick body pressed against mine, and to slowly drift off to sleep, while Katie crawled between our legs and cleaned us up, but ultimately decided not to. After all, how often do you have two beautiful girls serving as your slaves for the entire night? And I had to admit, Katie really did deserve a good fucking as reward for this gift.

With that in mind, I moved my mouth close to Ashley's ear and whispered to her. "Are you still ready for a little more fun?" She nodded, and I rolled off of her to the side. "Good," I said out loud for both of them to hear, "'cuz now I want you to place Katie on her back in the middle of the bed, and tie her hands to the bedposts."

Katie looked up in surprise from where she had been about to go down on her friend's cum-filled cunt, and I thought for a moment she was going to say something, but she didn't. I smiled at her, and watched as she allowed Ashley to guide her into place, and then secure her hands to the bedposts with the straps already hanging there. 

"Does this remind you of anything?" I asked them as Ashley finished tying the last knot and sat back. Both girls began to grin widely, and I knew that they too were remembering the first time the three of us had gotten together. Katie had been tied down that time too; only then she had been blindfolded and (at first) had no idea who it was above her. And that time, I hadn't been in charge; now I was. No longer needing the leashes, I removed them and dropped them to the floor.

"Alright Ashley, you know what to do," I told her. "I want to see the cum drip from your pussy right into her mouth." 

She nodded and quickly maneuvered into place; straddling Katie's head while facing me, her pussy hovering a couple inches above Katie's open mouth. Her thighs were shiny with our juices, and a small strand of cum was dangling from between her lips, but I knew that most of my cum was still inside of her, ready to drip out. So did Katie, who was staring up at Ashley's pretty pussy with lust-filled eyes, eagerly anticipating her forthcoming treat. Her nipples were rock-hard and sticking straight up, and she began to whimper as that first strand broke and dripped down onto the tip of her nose. She tried reaching it with her tongue.

"Oh Ashley, give it to me," she whined, "Give me that cum. Let me taste it."

Ashley smiled down at her. "Beg for it." Oh my, she was being a naughty little witch today, wasn't she. And, oh, did I like it.

"Please, Ashley, please," Katie was pleading, "Gimme your cum, give it to me. I want it sooo bad. Oh Ashley, I want it; I want it on my face, I want it in my mouth, I want it all over. I wanna suck the cum from your hot cunt and drink it. Please Ashley, please give it to me. Feed me your cum, feed it to me. Sit on my face and let me suck your wet pussy. I want to suck it dry. Please!"

Ashley was grinning now, clearly enjoying her dominance over her friend. "All right," she said, "here it comes." And with that, she reached down with her right hand and used her first two fingers to spread her pussy lips wide. Almost immediately, my cum started to flow from her open pussy, dangling down in long clinging strands. One large glob broke off and dropped onto Katie's chin, while another stretched all the way to her open mouth, and began to collect in a pearly pool on her waiting tongue. "That's it baby. Eat it, eat that cum," Ashley hissed, flexing her muscles and forcing more of it from her dripping cunt.

Katie happily obliged, gulping down her first mouthful and eagerly opening her mouth for seconds, and then thirds, as Ashley continued to flex, pushing my cum out from deep inside her. Most of it dropped into Katie's hungry mouth, but enough missed that soon the lower half of her face was slimy with Ashley and I's combined juices. Katie hardly noticed, so intent was she on swallowing the liquid flowing from Ashley's slit. She was drunk on cum, and all she could do was moan and beg for more.

Looking at Ashley, I could see that she was as aroused as me by the whole situation. She met my eyes briefly and smiled widely, before turning her attention back to Katie. Reaching down with her other hand, she dipped a finger into a glob of cum hanging from her cunt and began to rub it onto Katie's lips and tongue. All the time murmuring to her, "Oh yeah, that's it, suck it, suck it up baby. Eat it, oh yes, yes! Oh yeah, oh you're such a dirty little slut, I love it!"

I couldn't remember ever being so turned on in my entire life. I had just came and already I was getting hard again; I reached down and started to stroke myself lightly. My cock was still slick with Ashley's juices, and with just a couple strokes, it was fully erect and throbbing for release. I stopped then, not wanting to go too far, and licked Ashley's sweet cream from my fingers.

Meanwhile, her pussy was almost empty – only one strand of jism remained hanging from her spread lips, and as I watched, that snapped and dropped into Katie's open mouth. "Very nice," I told her, "now go ahead and sit on her face. Let her finish cleaning you up."

She nodded, and lowered her hot, sweaty ass right down on top of her best friend's face, wiggling a little to find the most comfortable spot as she eased her weight down. Katie groaned with pleasure, happy to be buried in Ashley's crack, and began to lap hungrily at her slippery slit as it came to rest on her chin. Ashley's moans soon echoed hers, as her super-sensitive pussy began to take another licking.

Deciding it was time, I moved up between Katie's spread legs, grabbing them and pushing them back until they were pointing straight up at the ceiling and her ass was raised up off the bed. Having Ashley hold them there for a moment, I quickly stuffed a thick pillow beneath her ass to keep it elevated, and then had Ashley release her. The end result of all this being that hips were now positioned about five or six inches above the bed, which was important because A: now I wouldn't have to lean way over forward as I was fucking her, and B: I knew that at this angle I would be hitting her G spot with every thrust.

I inched forward, my cock erect and pointing the way, until I was up between her thighs and almost touching her pink pussy. Instead of plowing in and fucking her right away, I reached down and began to softly massage her inner thighs. As my hands touched her, she started to squirm; and by the time I progressed to lightly rubbing the outer folds of her labia, I could hear her begging to be fucked from beneath Ashley's ass-cheeks. Her pussy was already wet, but as I continued to caress her, occasionally brushing her clit with a fingertip or knuckle, she got wetter and wetter until, literally, fluid was flowing from her hole and running down her ass crack.

Ashley was watching all of this intently, panting with lust, and occasionally wiggling her ass on Katie's face for good measure. "Oh my god, she's so wet. Look at it," she murmured.

I smiled at her. "Should I fuck her now?"

"Oh god yes," she squealed, "Do it! Fuck her! Fuck her so hard she'll still feel it next week. Fuck her until she can't cum anymore, and then shoot your cum deep inside her and make her cum again!"

"Okay, put me inside her," I said.

She immediately leaned forward and grabbed my cock with one hand; with the other, she cupped Katie's mound and ran a finger up the length of her sticky slit, spreading her wide for me. Then she pulled me forward and guided the head of my cock into her friend's waiting pussy. Katie's scream echoed up from beneath her as she came; and it was all I could do not to cum too as that hot, smooth pussy clenched tightly onto me. Ashley sensed my situation and held me there, with just the tip of my cock in my girlfriend's cunt, for a long couple of moments, until the feeling passed. Then, slowly, she began to feed me deeper and deeper into Katie's moist depths.

She pulled me forward until she could no longer fit her hand on my shaft and then reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me the last few inches until I was buried completely inside of her friend. Katie screamed and came again as my cock brushed against her G-spot, and Ashley let out a deep moan at the site of me fully inside her. Her face wasn't far from mine, just slightly in front and below, and as she released my ass and went to straighten up, I reached out for her. 

I cupped the back of her head and guided her face towards mine, searching for her mouth. She met me warmly, her lips parting against mine, her tongue slipping quickly into my mouth. She smelled and tasted like pussy, and it made me wild to know that not long ago she'd had her face buried in my girlfriend's pussy. We deep kissed passionately, as I began to slowly slide in and out of said girlfriend while she wantonly humped her face. 

"You taste . . . so good," I mumbled around her tongue, my free hand reaching up to cup one of her small, pert breasts. Her nipple stood out firm and hard against my fingers.

"Oh. . . so do. . . you. . ." she whispered back, "Like. . . my. . . pussy."

A flutter went through my body at her words, and I knew it wasn't going to be long before I could no longer hold back my climax. I pulled my mouth from hers and concentrated on fucking Katie. Slowly, I began to pick up my pace, sliding in and out of Katie's lubricated snatch with ease, driving deep with each thrust. Katie's moans echoed each smack of flesh on flesh, as I made her cum over and over.

Ashley clung to my neck, her cheek still pressed against mine, and stared down at my cock as it pistoned in and out of Katie's cunt. "Oh, that's beautiful," she breathed, "That's so fucking beautiful." A moment later she continued, "Fuck her. Oh Jack, that's it, fuck that pretty pussy. Make her cum. Make her cum, and then cum all over her. I want to see your cum. I want to see you cum all over her pussy just like. . . just like I'm cumming on her face right now!" she finished in a shriek, and I knew that she really was.

Well, that did it. A moment later, I could feel the sperm start to travel up the length of my cock, and I began to pump Katie unmercifully as my climax neared. I still had my hand on the back of Ashley's neck, and now I gently pushed her head downward. She went willingly, eager for what I had in mind. 

And then it was happening. The orgasm was on me like a tidal wave, crashing down on me and flowing through me like it was the only thing in the world. I barely managed to pull my cock free before I was spraying cum everywhere. The first spurt blasted Ashley on the cheek, the next her chin, before she finally managed to get her mouth open and in the right position. The next three spurts landed on her lips and waiting tongue, covering her with my sperm, before the final couple fell short and splashed onto Katie's muff and clit. 

Meanwhile, all I could do was grunt and moan, "Oh fuck, oh fuck," over and over as the cum poured from me. I was overwhelmed by the power of my orgasm, and I could feel myself get light-headed to the point of dizziness as it finally came to a conclusion. "Oh my god," I groaned, shaking my head a little to clear it, and then "oh fuck, oh" as I felt Ashley's tongue on my penis.

She was hungrily licking the last drops of cum from the tip of my cock, and each lick sent shivers up and down my spine as her tongue passed over my piss-hole. Then she took me fully in her mouth, cleaning me of all of Katie's juices as well. She looked like such a sexy little slut, my cum dripping from her chin and a smile on her face, as she licked up the last of her friend's cunt juice. I couldn't stop staring down at her as she finished cleaning both of us up. It was so erotic, that I have nothing to compare it to, but I can still see it clearly in my mind whenever I think about it.

I suddenly realized that my legs were starting to get sore. I gently pulled my cock free from Ashley's mouth and fell to the side and forward so that I was lying next to Katie. "Ashley, why don't you turn around and come lay with us," I suggested. As she climbed off of Katie's face, I saw that Katie was covered with cum – and smiling widely.

"Oh Jack, that felt so good," she whispered. "I came so many times I lost track of them. I don't think I've ever came so many times in my life."

"Yeah, me too," Ashley said, laying down next to me on the other side and cuddling up closely, "That was incredible."

"Yeah. Incredible," I said, kissing each of them on the lips and pulling them close. "Happy Valentine's Day," I whispered as I slipped off to sleep.