2 comments/ 16122 views/ 2 favorites Wanton By: GwenAndWendell There were none so wanton as us we together. The mere sound of your name would conjure such mental perversions that I would flush at the cheeks. And how I loved to please you-— to stoke the fury of your libido with touch and tongue. I live for the sighs that reward my attention; I long nightly for the sweet echo of your release in my ears. Perhaps even more than your sound is your taste that governs this mania. My taste buds are smitten, and I am powerless to resist whenever your legs are spread bare and wide before me. But it is far more than your delicious sex that entices my oral ministrations; from head to toe your body invites a feast and I seldom decline to indulge. Now I am left with mere fantasies, but of the most scrupulous preparation. You're there, and I see you. No smiles or similar formalities will pervade our lucid understanding of purpose. We walk in silent testimony to our lust toward one another, and then, following a hasty pause, we embrace. Not a kiss, mind you—merely a hug. We are desperate for proximity. Our bodies rejoice at the union, and even through the clothes your warmth sends my every synapse into frenzy. We press our cheeks together as if to merge our faces. Soon enough though, our heads begin to turn. This is unquestionably one of my favorite moments—when our lips slowly seek the other pair prior to our first kiss, but slowly, almost reluctant to admit our intention and forfeit the chase. Always though, we know exactly when to abandon such play in favor of the one that follows, and we passionately accept the other's tongue when the moist and hungry corners of our mouth meet at the crossroads of our zeal. My whole body trembles in the wake of a paralytic pleasure. Our tongues are the real lovers in this saga—forged of one purpose and starved to engage the role. Our lips dare not part as we kiss, but instead grow more forcefully attached as we rush to remove the clothes that separate us. I move to lick your neck. I suck at it as gently as my fervor will allow, but my hands are frantic in their unwrapping. With each removal follows a thorough exploration of her skin; I can scarcely feel enough, and I muse at the idea of having more hands with which to touch her. A peculiar shift in pace occurs once our clothes are shed—- slower. Our haste melts swiftly into patience and fortitude. No longer does mindless hurry navigate us through these warm, welcoming seas. Our path is one of leisure now, and we've only just now begun to really fuck. I go down. Soft placticity yields to the pressure of my tongue as it works its way inside you. This is my most favorite spot. Oral sex is unspeakably intimate—perhaps, in some ways, even more so than intercourse. Few things thrill me more than the direct contact of our eyes as my tongue slides its way curiously into your sex. The feel of your bare thighs pressed against my face in a tumultuous grip, urging me to tickle new and exciting spots never before plucked with such enthusiasm. My mouth waters and mixes with your excitement as I continue to swirl my tongue in and out, slowly—up and down. Your clit stands erect in silent pleadings for my attention. Between full, wet lips, I roll the engorged gland, tickling it with my tongue and teeth before yet again plunging deep inside of you to feast. Your fingers claw and carve through my hair, disheveling any semblance of control. Suddenly, I must have better access. I pull you down, into me, my face never leaving the delicious valley between your legs. They assume a familiar elevation, spread wide and outstretched, as my delicate hands slip under to cup the firm globes of your ass. I lift you to my mouth and seal my lips to your hole, plunging again and again my subservient tongue into your most sensitive depths until your eyes can barely hold open their lids. As such I continue to feast, absorbed in the pleasure of yours. My hands, no longer content to experience merely your underside, roam with mounting excitement over the mounds of your breasts, the taut landscape of your stomach and torso, and wildly over the smooth curves of your arched spine. Faster, but ever steady, I maintain a devilish rhythm between your pussy and your clit as your breathing becomes increasingly irregular… …to be always and forever, continued… Wanton You roll us over, so that you're under me and I'm on my knees for you. Again. Just the way you like. The way we both like. Your teeth are raking against my mouth during a rough kiss, making me burn for you on both ends. I focus on self-restraint, trying not to get ahead of myself. Or, more importantly, ahead of you. I put my lips to your ear, breathe deep through your hair and let out a small pleading noise. You chuckle softly back at me and I get breathless at the feel of you under me. I feel your fingers slide down my back and around my backside. You cup my ass for a minute and then pat it at the place where it curves under. I arch under your hand, feeling the tease you're giving me, feeling my need build. It's interesting, this particular need. It's not the same need for release that I've been experiencing for years. Well, not orgasmic release anyway. It's a different sort of thing. A need to be claimed, called and contained all at once. A release from self into your hands, where I will always be safe but always feel precariously balanced on the edge of something big and consuming and oh so naughty. I moan lightly into your ear and you pat me again. Focus focus focus I say to myself and pull away just a little from you to keep myself on the track of pleasing you. You laugh, one short laugh. And then you speak with "the" voice. You always sound a certain way when you're about to show me who's boss. Cold, detached, commanding and fucking on fire. "You're resisting?" I shake my head 'no,' but you repeat yourself, "Are you resisting me?" I shake my head again, but I'm clearly not convincing you. "What's the matter? What do you need? Do you need a spanking?" With that I look at you, startled, as our eyes connect. I can't answer you with words, but apparently my expression speaks volumes. In a move I can never fully describe, you quickly reposition us so that I'm laying across your lap with my face in the futon and my ass in the air. I can feel your thigh under my belly and pubic mound and suddenly I am breathless, hungry, nervous, wanton and desperate for your touch. "You have such a nice ass for spanking." And you smack me, hard. Not the usual start, slightly reluctant and building. This one hit home right out of the gate and all of the air is pushed out of me in surprise. "Are you ready? You should be ready..." I nod my head, tears welling up in my eyes, knowing somehow that there's no way I can be ready for what's about to come next. I feel your hand leave my ass and brace myself. Quickly, so quickly, you shower my ass, both cheeks, with a rain of smacks and spanks. They come so fast I can't catch my breath between them, all I can do is lie there and accept the fact that you have me, and you're not letting go until you're ready. I don't know how long it goes on. Seems like forever and like I'm never going to be anything but this right now - a fine smooth ass for you to torment as you see fit. But then, just as suddenly as it started, it's over. And though I wasn't sure I couldn't take one more moment of the spanking, I am suddenly so lonely for it - all in a matter of seconds. But you don't give me long to evaluate my inner "wicked girl." With a firm voice you say, "Spread your legs, Kitty Cat. Cause only good girls get spanked like that. And only good girls get fucked." As obediently as I can, I spread for you. "Further." And I do. "What do we have here?" It's the first time you've seen me shaven all clean and smooth for you. You touch my velvet pussy and I think I hear you smile, but I can't tell for sure. "This is nice, Kitten. Very, very nice." And then, repeating something you said the first night you fucked me, you say, "Such a pretty pussy," as I sigh contentedly under your fingers. You slide one inside me and I start to move against you, slowly, so slowly dancing with you. I can feel the heat pouring off the skin of my backside and I know that in that moment, I am yours. Marked and claimed by you. Wanton Desire We were sitting in a small restaurant awaiting the arrival of our order; I held a glass of ice water loosely in one hand as I gazed over the lip of it my eyes fixated by my wife across the table. She wore a peach dress that I would have sworn I had ruined one time when I did the laundry, she knew that I liked the dress on her because of how well it accentuated her breasts, providing just enough of her cleavage for me to lust after without providing so much that it seemed tacky. My eyes were enjoying the view of the tops of her breasts, I was almost certain that she was wearing a specific white lace bra that she preferred with that dress due to the way it held her breasts knowing that it drove me crazy with desire every time that she wore it. I watched fascinated as her breasts rose and fell with each breath that she took, I could hear her voice telling me something but I missed the first few words and had to tear my eyes away and look up while mumbling a weak "hmm?" She smiled at me, it was a smile that told she knew where my eyes had been, where my mind had been and that she was not altogether displeased with it. She got up from her seat and moved over to my side of the table sitting down next to me. "Maybe if I sit over here your eyes won't wander so much." She told me with a smirk. I felt my cheeks color, feeling as though I was a school kid who had gotten caught trying to sneak a view down the teacher's blouse. "What were you saying?" I asked her, shaking my head slightly trying to clear the images that seemed to be dancing so quickly before my eyes. She gazed back at me, the soft smile still on her lips as she looked back at me. "You know, I don't remember now." She said her smile broadening into a brief laugh. She reached towards my glass of ice water and her delicate fingers deftly removed an ice cube from the water. She brought the ice cube to her lips, sucking it slowly into her mouth, her lips glistening with water as the ice melted against the warmth of her mouth. She slowly removed the ice cube from her mouth and traced a lazy circle over the top of her breasts. Her warm skin quickly melting the ice leaving a glistening trail of water on her skin wherever the ice traveled along. After two lazy circles she pulled the ice away from her body, a red wet circle visible where she had rubbed it against the soft heat of her breasts and she dropped the ice cube back into my glass. I stared at her, fixated by her, my mind tumbling at what I had seen always imagining that she would do something like that in the privacy of a house but never imagining that she had the brazenness to do something like that in public. Of course the restaurant was rather deserted and there had not been anybody watching, the logical part of my mind told me that she had probably done a quick glance around the room making sure that no one else would have seen her little show. "Nice show." I told her with a smile, feeling as though my mouth was dry as I swallowed hard. She smiled the warm disarming smile that she had had since the day I met her a smile that had always fascinated me. She glanced around the room quickly and then her right hand disappeared beneath the table, her warm palm resting on the top of my thigh. Her hand slowly moved upward until she felt my hardness, her smile broadening as the tip of her tongue flicked out to lick her lips in a most erotic fashion that she knew I would notice. Her hand applied steady pressure as it rubbed up and down against me and then her fingers drifted down to cup around my balls through the Dockers that I was wearing. She squeezed them tenderly and then released them letting her hand just rest there against me. "Well, I got the reaction that I was after." She said with a soft laugh and then leaning towards me in a conspiratorial fashion she whispered in my ear, "I'm just making sure that you are primed and ready for me, I want a nice big load." She said the words in a husky voice knowing that it would drive me crazy and she smiled when she felt a shudder run through my body. "Only the best for you." I told her trying to sound masculine and sexy at the same time but somehow feeling that I had failed on both counts. "I want a big thick load from those balls of yours, baby." She told me continuing her conspiratorial whispering in my ear; "I want you to cover my face and titties with it." She added as an afterthought and almost laughed when she felt a new shudder run through my body. I made a mental note to myself to remember to take her out to dinner more often if this is what she was like in a restaurant. "Oh, you'll have everything you want." I told her finally having some of my confidence return and she smiled a knowing smile to me as she leaned back into the bench seat, her hand returning to the top of the table leaving me with the memory of her teasing and touch. The rest of the dinner past uneventfully, at least uneventfully as far as I was concerned at that time. My mind had become consumed with the thought of getting her home and ripping that dress off of her body. Devouring every inch of her in an attempt to satisfy the woman whose wantonness had suddenly seemed to jump out of her personality. We finished the dinner and considered desert but I guess that even she was in something of a rush to get to the house as she passed on the homemade cheesecake that was offered to her. On the way home we stopped off at her parents house to pick up our two small children that had been waiting there for us and as we picked them up I realized why she had insisted on letting her mom watch them for us, otherwise she most certainly would not have been as brazen as she had been. We got home and I unlocked the door, both the kids charged into the house and the oldest ran immediately to the video shelf selecting a Disney movie that he wanted to watch. I started to tell him no, wanting them both to go to sleep so that I could get my wife alone somewhere and have my way with her, releasing the pressure that she had built up in me with her teasing at the restaurant. Before I could speak, however, she intercepted the movie and taking it from its case told him to go put it in the VCR. She looked over her shoulder with a mischievously teasing smile and I struggled not to feel rejected knowing that she was doing the right thing, after all it was too early for them to go to bed just yet. I kicked my shoes off and wandered over to the couch sitting down on the end that was against the wall as was my custom, folding my feet under me and adjusting a pillow behind my head preparing to watch a movie hoping that it would clear my mind for a couple of hours. The TV flickered for a moment as the movie started and almost immediately went into preview for other movies. Raylene rounded the corner of the couch carrying my favorite brown blanket in her hands and draped it over me as she sat down beside me. "That was a good dinner, thank you." She told me and I could feel her head snuggling into my shoulder as she got comfortable for the movie. I never fully understood how she could possibly get comfortable at all against the boniness of my body but she seemed to do it fairly regularly anyhow. I could feel the softness of her silky hair brushing against my neck and cheek, as she seemed to burrow herself into me. I felt the presence of her hand against my chest under the blanket, her fingers sneaking their way past the buttons of my shirt, her fingers pressing warmly against my skin feeling the sparse hair that I had on my chest as they rubbed up and down slowly a soft sigh escaped from her throat and she seemed relaxed and content which was more than I could have said for myself. Her fingers worked their way back out of my shirt as the previews ended on the TV and the feature presentation began to start. Her fingers walked their way down my shirt even though she seemed to be paying complete attention to the movie that was starting. Her fingers reached the belt in my pants and moved a little farther down, but in resigning myself to watching the Disney movie I had lost the high state of arousal that she had worked me into earlier that evening at the restaurant. "Uh-oh, what happened here?" she asked playfully as her fingers rubbed against me noticing that the hardness she had created earlier had evaporated slightly. Her fingers began to unzip the Dockers, leaving the belt and button as they were. "Well, I thought we were going to watch a movie." I told her sheepishly feeling guilty that I had not managed to maintain the hardness that she seemed to want. I felt her fingers moving past the zipper and finding me inside of the boxers I wore, carefully extracting what she was looking for through the boxers and opened zipper. "We are." She said smiling broadly as her fingers began to stroke up and down, quickly getting the reaction she wanted as I began to stiffen in her hand, "But like I said I want a big thick load tonight." She said the last as her fingers wrapped tightly around me and squeezed to accent her point. "Oh, I think I've already got what you want ready for you." I told her, my eyes closing under her loving touch and she giggled as I said it her fingers curling around my balls seeming to weigh and measure them for a moment. "Yes, darlin, you've got a pretty good load in there for me, but I want a bigger one than that." She said teasingly and her hand returned to its slow stroking. I suddenly realized that her intention had always been to tease me for as much of the evening as possible. I grew slightly concerned that as a result of her teasing I would not be able to last very long when I finally got the opportunity but I decided that she knew what she was doing, I just did not know her full plan and I figured that was fair enough for I had kept my sexual plans hidden from her on a few occasions. I completely came to a full erection under her touching fingers and she wrapped her hand fully around me just holding me in her hand for a moment. "That's better." She whispered into my ear, "for a moment there I was afraid that you didn't want me after I teased you earlier." "Oh no, I think I probably want you more than I've ever wanted you before in fact." I responded to her and I could sense an approving sigh from her as I spoke the words. Her hand released me and both of her hands came out from under the blanket as she got to her feet and grabbed something off of the bar. I could not see what she was doing and fought a desire to look up and see what it was that she was doing but I decided not to. I figured that after the way the evening had gone so far whatever she had in store was just fine with me, I just wished that it was later so that the kids could go to sleep. She sat back down next to me rubbing her hands together for a moment before they disappeared beneath the blanket again. As her hand wrapped around me again and resumed a slow stroking moving along the full length with a tightening grip I instantly knew what her hands had done when they left the blanket. Apparently she had put a bottle of baby oil on the bar and had put some on her hands. The warmth of her hand seemed to be magnified by the oil and the steadiness of her slow teasing stroke seemed to glide so smoothly over me. I gasped a sharp breath my whole body shuddering as her hand continued its slow movement and I could sense the smile on her lips as she leaned against me. "Oh you like that, do you?" she asked me continuing the same rhythm with her hand. "Oh yes, you know I do." I told her breathlessly. "Well, maybe now we can build up that nice big thick load I told you I wanted." She said still smiling and I knew that she was playing with my mind but I didn't really care too much at that point. She continued the same slow stroking her hand almost feeling as though it was burning into me driving me crazy with desire. "You know I could easily make you cum if I wanted to." She told me returning to the same conspiratorial whisper that she had used in the restaurant. '"Oh, believe me I know that, but somehow I don't think that's what you want to do right now." I replied to her. "Your right, I don't, I just wanted to make sure you knew that I could if I wanted to." She told me her hand had not stopped its slow full strokes. "I think you could make me do about anything that you want right about now." I told her smiling luxuriating in her teasing finally relaxing enough to thoroughly enjoy the attention that she was giving me. "Yes, I think I could, if I wanted to." She told me almost laughing as she did so, "but right now all I want you to do is build up that nice big load for me," she said and then she leaned closer to me and whispered what she knew would send my mind spinning, "your good girl deserves every drop of that thick load your building for me." I tried to laugh, knowing that she was teasing me, saying the things that she knew I wanted to hear her say. "Yes, I know you like to hear me talk like that." She said and then laughed with me and I knew that she was enjoying what she had planned. I found myself wondering once again what all she did have planned. She did not say anything else, turning her head back towards the movie which was now more than halfway through, her hand continued its slow stroking as I leaned back and tried to watch what was left of the movie but could not seem to focus on anything other than her hand. Eventually the movie ended and as the final credits began to roll up the screen, her hand left the task that it had been engaged in and she stood up pulling the peach dress over her head and letting it drop to the floor. I saw that I was right about the lacy white bra that she wore underneath it, but for some reason was surprised to see the black garters and the fact that she had not worn any panties at all. My eyes wandered along her body enjoying the view as she glanced over her shoulder to confirm that both of the kids had indeed fallen asleep while watching the movie. "Now for one of the things I want." She said stressing the I with a wicked smile that made me feel even more aroused than I already was. "What?" I asked breathlessly then added hoping that she would not realize how easily she had gained complete control of me, "Whatever it is, I'm ready." She laughed warmly at that last part. She turned slightly and walked towards the kitchen. "You know I had considered doing a strip tease act for you like I did when we were dating, you remember that?" she asked me from the kitchen and I could hear one of the dining table chairs being pushed on the linoleum floor. "Remember? How could I forget that show?" I asked her as the memories of her strip tease act came flooding back and I wished that I had had a video camera running at the time. I got up to my feet and loosed the belt on my Dockers then the button and then easily stepped out of them. I heard her laugh as I turned and started to walk toward the kitchen assuming that she wanted me to follow her even though she had not told me so. She was sitting on the dining table, one nylon-clad foot was resting on the edge of a chair that she had moved and the other dangled off the edge of the table. She loosened the bra and let it slip off of her shoulders as she pressed her breasts together her eyes watching mine watch her. Her hands released her breasts and slipped down between her legs as she smiled at me, a nod of her head indicating that she wanted me to come closer to her. "I want you to make me cum." She said softly and I could see one of her index fingers slowly teasing the tip of her clit that she had exposed to me with her hands. I smiled a devilish smile grateful to finally be given the opportunity to pay back her kindness of the evening as I sat down in the chair before her. As I sat her other leg came up and rested next to my hip, effectively locking me into the chair until she was willing to release me. I kissed the nylon-clad thigh to my left, letting my lips linger on the edge where the nylons ended and her warm skin began. She shuddered slightly and sighed contently as my lips began to move further up her leg towards what she had offered to me and obviously wanted me to pay attention to. I let my tongue teasingly circle around her clitoris as I rubbed one of my hands against my thigh trying to warm it up even though the rest of my body felt like it was on fire. "Oh, yess." She hissed between her teeth as she felt my tongue come into contact with her, no longer teasing her but attacking her with a reckless abandon, slipping up and down, circling first one way then the other. I felt my fingers warming against my leg and brought my hand up as my tongue left the up and down and went to circling around occasionally brushing against the tips of her fingers. As my tongue circled I used a finger on my other hand to rub her gently in a spot that I had discovered quite by accident one time but only occasionally did due to the fact that my hands were usually so uncomfortably cold to her. "That's nice." She moaned her hips moving slightly matching the rhythm of my tongue and finger. I could sense her body beginning to tense and realized that her teasing of me had in someway been teasing herself also. I stopped moving my tongue for a moment as I looked up at her face between her breasts, my finger still slowly rubbing. "You want to cum, don't you?" I asked her teasingly letting my tongue flick back out and brush her clit to accentuate my point after I spoke. "Oh," she shuddered, "Your not going to tease me are you?" she asked and I could sense an affectionate smile on her lips. "Well, I was considering it, now that you mention it." I told her smiling broadly enjoying my opportunity in the spotlight knowing that my opportunities to tease her were much rarer than hers to do me. Of course that was probably due to not knowing exactly how to tease her which was really my own fault, but I quickly decided to through out the philosophical thinking for awhile and return to it later when I had more of my sense about me. "Please?" she asked an extremely erotic pleading had crept into her voice, "please make me cum, I promise I'll be a good girl." She told me and I realized that I was still playing right into her hands, giving her every opportunity to say things that she knew I wanted to hear but usually did not have the chance to say. My tongue returned to what it had been doing, feeling her clit against my tongue, feeling it as it was beginning to stiffen, hearing her breathing as it was becoming more erratic and labored, her thighs beginning to quiver against the sides of my head. "I'm cumming." She moaned throatily with a desperate gasp for air, as her whole body seemed to convulse, my tongue continued to circle struggling to stay with her clit as her body shuddered with her orgasm. I wanted to hold her on the peak for as long as I could but knew that that would only be so long. Her body began to relax, soft ripples still running through her body as her breathing began to slow and her hands wrapped around my face pulling me away and making me stand before her. "Now for the next thing I want." She told me huskily her breathing having returned to normal and except for the sexy flush of her cheeks she seemed to be fully in control again. "And what would that be?" I ask her with a knowing smile, feeling the tip of my hard cock rubbing against the heat of her pussy as I spoke. She smiled back at me and once again let the tip of her tongue dart out and run against her lips, "I want that hard cock of yours." She almost demanded of me. I leaned forward and let the head of my cock slip into her, she sighed contentedly feeling me starting to enter her before I stopped, just the head inside of her. "That hard cock?" I asked her making it jump slightly so that she could feel the head twitch inside of her. Wanton Desire "Oh yes, that's the one, the only one I want." She told me in return. I let it slip a little farther into her and then pulled back out so that just the tip was inside of her and made it twitch again. "You don't sound like you really want it." I told her and immediately after saying it knew that I was playing into her plan again giving her ever opportunity to say things and she seemed to have saved her best words for the evening. "Oh, please?" she practically begged with a smile drawing out the please as long as she could and letting the softness of her southern accent honey her words. I laughed and my head dropped as I struggled to control myself before looking back up at her. "You know I can't hardly handle it when you talk like that." I told her still smiling broadly. "Yes I do, that's why I did it." She told me smiling herself, "now please give me that hard cock." She finished once again drawing out the word please as she spoke. I decided that I was going to have to come up with something that she wanted to give back to her as much as she was doing what I wanted. I pressed forward until I was deep inside of her feeling her tightness surrounding me. "Yes, that's what I wanted." She said as she felt me filling her and I assumed that she was luxuriating in the feeling just as I was. I let my hands slip down the outside of her nylon clad legs until I found her knees and pulled them up beside my body. Pulling her legs up next to my body forced her to lie back on the tabletop and I watched mesmerized as her breasts bounced as she lay back. I pressed her knees further up, holding her legs steady with my grip on her knees. I pulled my cock back out and then pushed back into her slowly repeating the motion and she moaned deeply obviously enjoying what had become one of her favorite positions. "Or is that what you wanted?" I asked her as I pushed back into her again. "Oh yes that's perfect just like that." She replied to me as my cock began slipping back out again. As it neared the end of slipping out I pushed it back in harder and faster than I had before, stepping up my pace slightly moving in and out fully faster than I had been. "Or do you like that better?" I asked her between breathes, holding her knees steady my cock moving at a steady pace in and out of her tight pussy. "Oh, that, ohh, that's good too." She gasped her breasts bouncing steadily with my rhythm. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" I said my eyes watching her swollen nipples as the moved up and down on top of the beautiful swells of her breasts. "You know I do." She told me with a smile of satisfaction, her breathing once again beginning to become erratic as my stead rhythm continued. "I bet you'd like this too." I told her and began to quicken my pace until I was moving as fast as I could, her breasts bouncing erratically, her breathing deep and labored just as mine had become. "Just like that, oh yes." She moaned heavily and I could feel her pussy tightening around my throbbing cock. I knew that she was getting close to cumming again but I just did not know if I could maintain the rhythm without losing control myself and possibly ruining whatever else she had planned. I quickly decided not to worry about whatever she had further planned for the evening deciding that I was going to continue until I made her cum around my cock whether it killed me or not. She heard my breathing beginning to become deeper and more ragged as I continued, my grip on her knees becoming tighter than it had been and she grabbed me by the waist and pulled me deep into her, holding my there without for moving for a moment. "Not yet you don't." she told me with a warm smile that confirmed her knowledge of how close I was and how much I wanted to, "now for the rest of what I want. Let's go to the bedroom." She said I reluctantly pulled out of her, moving slowing so as not to excite myself too much. She slipped from the table to her feet and led me towards the bedroom. Once we had gotten into the room she turned on the overhead light which was extremely unusual for her but after the way the evening had gone I was not surprised by anything that she did. She walked over to her dresser and pulled a purple silk scarf off of the top of it, it was a scarf that I instantly recognized from before. She folded it in her hand and wrapped it around the front of my face covering my eyes with it. I was surprised by how dark it suddenly became but figured with how poorly my eyes worked anyway it didn't really matter too much. "I know that you'd love to see what I'm going to do." She said as she finished the knot behind my head and guided me to the bed, "don't worry I've got the camcorder going so you can watch to your hearts content when I am finished with you." She told me and I could not help but smile even though I felt extremely nervous. I let her help me lie down onto the bed and guide me where she wanted then felt soft ropes around my wrists; soft ropes that like the scarf I instantly recognized. She held my hand above my head near the mirror and then I felt her get up from the bed. "I'm just checking the camera to make sure it will get everything." She told me reassuringly and then I felt her getting back onto the bed next to me. Her hands rested on my thighs, and then one wrapped around the shaft of y cock as the other cradled my balls once again feeling as though it was weighing them. "Oh, yes, you're almost ready, that's going to be one nice thick load there, baby." She told me and I could hear the smile in her voice almost imagining her looking at the camera as she said it for my benefit when I watched the tape later, which I'm sure she knew would be almost immediately when she was done. I felt her shift her weight and then felt one of her knees on either side of my hips as she guided my cock back into the warm tightness of her pussy. "I just want to build up a little bit more of that cum in your balls, it's not quite a big enough load for me yet." She told me and I knew that she was teasing but somehow could not help but shuddering all over as she spoke the words. Slowly she lowered herself onto me until I could feel myself once again deep inside of her. She slowly moved her hips, moving in a very deliberate pattern, pleasing herself with my cock. She continued the slow movements for what seemed like an eternity to me in my darkened world before she rose off me and I could feel her breasts pressing against my thighs and the sudden warmth of her mouth as she sucked the head between her lips and then released it. "Yes, I think your ready now." She told me wrapping one of her hands tightly around my cock and beginning to slowly stroke up and down. I could not help but to moan my whole body quivering at the touch of her hand. I felt her wrap her marvelous breasts around the shaft of my cock, the head feeling as though it just barely protruded from its hiding place as her hand began to quicken its pace stroking ever faster. "Are you ready to cum for me?" she asked me huskily. "Oh yes." I moaned almost sounding desperate and I could sense her smiling against as she continued stroking, the softness of her breasts rubbing against my cock and balls. "Are you going to give your good girl a big thick load like she asked for?" she asked me and I could not believe that she was saying such things let alone saying them when she knew the camera was running. "I'll give you whatever you want." I told her beginning to become overcome with my desire to explode. "Yes, that's good." She told me and kissed the head briefly before returning to her stroking her hand now moving faster and with more desire than it had been earlier, "I'm going to stroke every last drop of that cum out of your balls, baby." She told me and I felt my balls beginning to tighten marveling at how just her words and hand could send me to a peak of such heights. "Give it to me." She demanded of me, "cum for your good girl." And with her last words I could hold back no longer and suddenly exploded. I was not sure if I was giving her what she had said she wanted or not, I just knew that my cock seemed to be erupting as it never had before and going by the soft moans that she was making as she stroked I could only imagine that I was doing a good job. I figured I'd just have to wait to watch the tape to see exactly what did happen and exactly how it was she did it, I decided as she continued to stroke seeming to be attempting to completely drain my balls. I wondered briefly if she realized that every time she so erotically and completely drained me as she was I stayed hard and needed to cum again when she was done. I decided that she most likely did know that and that that was probably part of her plan all along. Wanton: Elven and Mortal Rowrke spied the human through the trees. She was bathing in the lake, her long hair being caressed by the water. "Rowrke, come now. What are ye doing?" He ducked down as his older brother came toward him. Daven did not know what his younger brother was up to, he looked too curious for his own good. But that was Rowrke's way, always had to know what was going on around them, questioning the other elvin-kind. "Hmmm? Oh, I am, I was only..." he pointed, "Look." Daven followed the direction his brother was pointing in through the trees, his gaze landed on a human. His gasp startled Rowrke out of his reverie. "Brother, we must flee, now. 'Tis a human in our forest and that makes us in danger." Rowrke shook his head. "'Tis only a girl human. What harm can she bring us?" "Plenty." *** Lorel swam back to shore, ringing her hair out and wrapping her towel round herself. She heard the rustle of trees and looked around cautiously. "It's only your imagination, Lor." Back home she'd never have been able to take a bath in a lake, let alone without clothes on. She smiled at that, realizing just now that she had for the first time ever, skinny-dipped. Knowing neighbors of her aunt and uncle were miles from here, she spread out her towel and laid down. The warm summer sunshine washed over her. Ah, but if only she could find summer love, like all of her friends back home. They were surely all having beach parties and bonfires and surfing the waves. She was content with the peacefulness of wood and mountain. At first, she thought her parents crazy for sending her away, but now she realized she did need the break. "Lor, I just think that Aunt Sarah and Uncle Edward's would be a quiet place for you to spend your summer. Next year, you can go away with your friends. You seem frazzled at home and you complain about this town and your so-called friends. Go out and enjoy nature. You still have a few weeks home when you get back." Was her Mother's argument. She said a quick, "Thanks Mom." as she shut her eyes. *** As the rest of the elves danced and feasted, Rowrke silently slipped away. He quietly crept through the woods, until he came to the willow tree. Stealthily he climbed up the trunk and sat himself down on a low bough. He took out his flute and played softly. He lost himself in his music until he heard a sweet voice accompanying his song. Lorel's eyes drifted open as she heard the most beautiful music fill the air. She sat up, her blue gaze searching for the source, humming along. Her attention was whisked away by a lovely sight. She grabbed her sketch pad and pencils and began sketching a butterfly that landed on her toe. Afterwards, she continued to search for the music. Rowrke peeked out of the leaves, seeing the girl human. She was sitting up, drawing. Her long waves of ebony locks cascaded down her back. Her skin was pale, but healthy looking. She must prefer moonlight to sun, he supposed. She shimmered as if touched by faery dust. He climbed down, wanting a closer look at the creature. Finally finding the answer, she gasped in awe. A beautiful man stepped out from behind a tree. His hair was a shimmering silver, his eyes evergreen, danced wide with magic. He was slender, but not skinny. His ears stood up in tiny points, he was dressed in forest wears. In his hand was a wooden flute. They stared at each other for several moments. The only sounds that could be heart were the beating of their hearts. Lorel snapped out of her daydreaming and leapt to her feet, grabbing up her clothes and backing away. "Stay back!" She screamed, her face scrunched up in fright. "I have a weapon." She announced pulling out her hair band and aiming it at him. Rowrke took a few steps toward the girl. She kept backing up. "What do you want? Who are you?" She was on the edge of the water and ready to tumble in, but he didn't dare approach her holding the odd object. "I'm warning you...Ahhh!" She screeched as she lost her footing and went tumbling, her notepad splashing beside her. Rowrke leaped into action, running over to her and grabbing her hand as she went over SPLASH, SPLASH!!!" They both crashed into the water. Lorel came sputtering up for air, Rowrke floated on his back lazily watching her. "What did ye do that for?" He asked in an odd accent, cocking his head to one side, curiously, rescuing the notebook. She still was waving her arms around madly. With a sigh he swam over and put his arm around her. She struggled more. "Let go of me, you thing!" She punched his gut. "Oof 'old still or ye will surely drown, m'lady." He threw her over his shoulder, dragging her onto dry land. "Are ye a'right?" Lorel answered with a nod. "I thought you were going to hurt me." She explained. "I heard you 'umming, I wanted to play for ye." "It was you that made such beautiful music?" he nodded "Who and what are you?" Rowrke took her hand in his, placing a kiss upon it. She blushed pulling her hand away. "I be Rowrke Oaken of these woods. I am elven." "My name is Lorel. I have never seen an elf before. I thought you were only creatures in fairytales. Are there more of you?" She put her hair up in a ponytail. "Lorel, like the flower?" "No, Lorel like the Lorelei." He nodded. "And are there more of you?" A shadow crossed her face. "I am told I am the only one like me." The she brightened, "But you mean humans, right?" He nodded again. She smiled. "Not too many around here. But yes there are some." She searched around for her sketch book, gasping. "OH no!" "What's wrong m'lady?" "My notebook!" He held it up, "This?" She nodded grabbing it from him. "Thanks." She took the notebook and tried in vain to dry it off with her shirt. Rowrke watched, curiously, he took it from her. "What are you doing?" He put a finger up to his lips shushing her. Then he blew a gentle breath upon it. The water evaporated. She smiled, brilliantly, accepting it back. "May I sketch you? I mean if you don't mind." He had never been sketched before. He knew the rule of being seen, but did not see the harm in being seen on paper. He shrugged. Lorel, inspired by such beauty, spoke no words, only drew. There was no need for embellishment, he was beautiful already. So tall and handsome. His eyes held wisdom and a touch of wild woods and magic. *** As she sketched him he sang to her in his tongue. The music was enchanting and made her sleepy as if in a beautiful dream. Rowrke saw the effect his voice was having on Lorel, and for a moment thought the better of entrancing her. She had a dreamy expression and didn't notice him walk up to her and move her hand away from the sketch. He nodded his head, amazed at the likeness of the portrait and himself. "'tis a masterpiece, no" Lorel refocused her attention on him. "It isn't done yet, Rowrke." She looked into his eyes. "Do you wish to finish it, m'lady?" She stumbled on her words. "Perhaps another time, please sing to me more. Please play for me." She pleaded with him. She didn't know what was happening to her. She was in total control of her thoughts, which was alarming, because all she wanted to do was gaze into his eyes. She started leaning backward and he was behind her catching her. Rowrke sat Lorel back up and broke the trance. She shook her head and frowned. "I want you." "You want the magic I hold over you. Nay, this will not 'appen. If you want me, you must want me without glamour, without magic. Only want me with your 'eart." He knew how easily it could have been to take advantage of her, he's seen many elves do the same, impregnating the mortal woman with a halfling child. He would not sink to that level. "I want you Rowrke, with my heart and soul. You have no hold over me, this is my choice." She said as if hearing his thoughts. She turned herself around sitting on her knees, face to face with him. they were a breath away from each other. Rowrke framed her face with his long hands, caressing her cheek, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. She snuggled against him. Taking the hint, Rowrke gently kissed her lips. This was his first kiss, not just with a human, but any woman. Lorel sighed as Rowrke's lips met hers. This kiss was as she had always dreamed her first kiss would be. Sweet, tender, passionate. She opened her mouth a bit and slid her tongue against Rowrke's lips. He made a funny sound in the back of his throat surprised. He tested the waters by brushing his tongue against hers, and sucking on her lip. She quivered in his arms. "More, I need more." He obeyed this woman's request and her needs. He stood up and held his hand out toward her. She slipped her hand in his and once on her feet he swept her into his arms. "Where are we going?" She questioned, trying to kiss him. "Somewhere safe." They came out of the woods and found themselves in a glade by the river, the waterfall rushed hurriedly down and Rowrke stepped behind the falls. The spray of water felt arousing on Lorel's bare skin and she wondered where she was being taken. "This is my place, no other knows of it." He set her down on the ground and showed her over to the crude bed he made of moss and grasses. *** Inside the cave, the walls and ceiling sparkled, dazzling Lorel. She was unsure of whether she was dizzy due to the bright lights or from being with Rowrke. He slid off his garments and went to her. She stretched her neck out to watch him. He was now in plain view and she gasped once he was naked in front of her. He had the equipment he needed, alright, but it was silver, like his hair. She stared in wide-eyed. "It's silver" She whispered, "and beautiful." He nodded proudly. "You are beautiful, sweet mortal Siren." He walked back over lowering Lorel onto the bed, his body hovering over hers as he kissed her lips once more. He looked down at her breasts unsure. "Is this proper?" He asked. She giggled. "Yes, it feels very good when they are touched and sucked on." She purred as Rowrke put one hand on her left breast and one on the right, pushing on them slowly and watching them come back up. He looked up to her face again and she nodded. Without anymore urging he caressed her breasts, teasing the tips with his finger, twisting them and rubbing them, watching the skin grow taut. He quickly looked down at himself, embarrassed to see his silver member standing at attention. He moved away from her. "No, please. Let me see it, let me touch it." "I 'ave never done this before." He confessed shyly. "Neither have I. We will learn together." He agreed as she moved her small hands and place them around his silver shaft, moving slowly up and down it, watching it grow and shimmer beneath her manipulation. His eyes were closed and he moved his body to give her the best possible position. He continued to play with her breasts, and driven by desire took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and nibbling. She moaned, he did the same to the other breast and put his hands in her hair bringing her closer. She raised her chest up higher. He kissed from her face down to her ear, sticking his tongue in it. She laughed. He moved his mouth across her collarbone and down between her chest, until he got to her stomach. She moved her hands back and forth, faster and faster, then moved her hands down below to hold and squeeze his silver jewels. He groaned, as he kissed up and down her leg, nearing her center. His fingers traveled up to her dark triangle of hair. He looked at it in wonder and petted it. Marveling that she would have hair down there. He was hairless except for his mane of silver. He put his thumb against her and moved his fingers to part her lips, slipping them in and out of her slit. When he drew his fingers out they had a thick coating on them. He put it up to his nose and inhaled it, and then put his fingers in his mouth, tasting her. "You taste like nothing I 'ave ever tasted before." He remarked before putting his head between her legs and licking where his fingers had left off. Lorel bucked her body up and down trying to feel more. She let go of him and dug her nails into his back. His tongue was doing wicked things. Things a girl can only dream about. His tongue was long and oh so hot. She could only imagine what the silver shaft would feel like inside her. "Rowrke, I need to feel you inside me." He looked up at her. *** "Nara bensa Lorelei kin." He chanted softly, she gave him a questioning look. "To protect you from my flow." She sighed, glad he had thought of it. Rowrked raised his head, bringing it up to her lips to kiss her. She felt her body weep, at the taste of herself mixed with his heady woodscent. He placed his body over hers and lined his silver rod up with her open passion, sliding in a few inches. Lorel winced in pain. "I wish not to hurt ye." He said, seeing the pain written on her face. "It won't last long, I'm OK, please, I need you." After a moment of consideration he whispered a few words to relieve the pain she would feel and then plunged deep. He used his magic to levitate them he held her in his arms. She melted against him urging him on, her muscles squeezing him, milking him. He sang and they flew higher. She felt herself climaxing and screamed his name, as her juices flowed into him. "Open your eyes, precious one." He whispered against her neck. She opened her eyes and startled, clutched him tighter. "you 'ad your turn, now is mine." He announced as he flew higher and plunged deeper, chanting her name over and over again, exploding inside of her. They both saw the moon, nothing existed but each other and the stars around them. His shaft rocketed inside her and her body opened itself to him. They kissed hungrily, sucking, nibbling, drinking each other in. Rowrke wrapped his magic around her and descended, heading back for the cave. He flew them through the waterfall and Lorel orgasmed again and again. He landed softly on the ground, laying Lorel down and resting beside her, pulling her against him. He kissed her tenderly and she cuddled into him, yawning sleepily. "Rest now, sweet Lorelei, for tomorrow will come too soon." He whispered and closed his eyes as well, at last, feeling whole. Wanton: Elven and Mortal Rowrke spied the human through the trees. She was bathing in the lake, her long hair being caressed by the water. "Rowrke, come now. What are ye doing?" He ducked down as his older brother came toward him. Daven did not know what his younger brother was up to, he looked too curious for his own good. But that was Rowrke's way, always had to know what was going on around them, questioning the other elvin-kind. "Hmmm? Oh, I am, I was only..." he pointed, "Look." Daven followed the direction his brother was pointing in through the trees, his gaze landed on a human. His gasp startled Rowrke out of his reverie. "Brother, we must flee, now. 'Tis a human in our forest and that makes us in danger." Rowrke shook his head. "'Tis only a girl human. What harm can she bring us?" "Plenty." *** Lorel swam back to shore, ringing her hair out and wrapping her towel round herself. She heard the rustle of trees and looked around cautiously. "It's only your imagination, Lor." Back home she'd never have been able to take a bath in a lake, let alone without clothes on. She smiled at that, realizing just now that she had for the first time ever, skinny-dipped. Knowing neighbors of her aunt and uncle were miles from here, she spread out her towel and laid down. The warm summer sunshine washed over her. Ah, but if only she could find summer love, like all of her friends back home. They were surely all having beach parties and bonfires and surfing the waves. She was content with the peacefulness of wood and mountain. At first, she thought her parents crazy for sending her away, but now she realized she did need the break. "Lor, I just think that Aunt Sarah and Uncle Edward's would be a quiet place for you to spend your summer. Next year, you can go away with your friends. You seem frazzled at home and you complain about this town and your so-called friends. Go out and enjoy nature. You still have a few weeks home when you get back." Was her Mother's argument. She said a quick, "Thanks Mom." as she shut her eyes. *** As the rest of the elves danced and feasted, Rowrke silently slipped away. He quietly crept through the woods, until he came to the willow tree. Stealthily he climbed up the trunk and sat himself down on a low bough. He took out his flute and played softly. He lost himself in his music until he heard a sweet voice accompanying his song. Lorel's eyes drifted open as she heard the most beautiful music fill the air. She sat up, her blue gaze searching for the source, humming along. Her attention was whisked away by a lovely sight. She grabbed her sketch pad and pencils and began sketching a butterfly that landed on her toe. Afterwards, she continued to search for the music. Rowrke peeked out of the leaves, seeing the girl human. She was sitting up, drawing. Her long waves of ebony locks cascaded down her back. Her skin was pale, but healthy looking. She must prefer moonlight to sun, he supposed. She shimmered as if touched by faery dust. He climbed down, wanting a closer look at the creature. Finally finding the answer, she gasped in awe. A beautiful man stepped out from behind a tree. His hair was a shimmering silver, his eyes evergreen, danced wide with magic. He was slender, but not skinny. His ears stood up in tiny points, he was dressed in forest wears. In his hand was a wooden flute. They stared at each other for several moments. The only sounds that could be heart were the beating of their hearts. Lorel snapped out of her daydreaming and leapt to her feet, grabbing up her clothes and backing away. "Stay back!" She screamed, her face scrunched up in fright. "I have a weapon." She announced pulling out her hair band and aiming it at him. Rowrke took a few steps toward the girl. She kept backing up. "What do you want? Who are you?" She was on the edge of the water and ready to tumble in, but he didn't dare approach her holding the odd object. "I'm warning you...Ahhh!" She screeched as she lost her footing and went tumbling, her notepad splashing beside her. Rowrke leaped into action, running over to her and grabbing her hand as she went over SPLASH, SPLASH!!!" They both crashed into the water. Lorel came sputtering up for air, Rowrke floated on his back lazily watching her. "What did ye do that for?" He asked in an odd accent, cocking his head to one side, curiously, rescuing the notebook. She still was waving her arms around madly. With a sigh he swam over and put his arm around her. She struggled more. "Let go of me, you thing!" She punched his gut. "Oof 'old still or ye will surely drown, m'lady." He threw her over his shoulder, dragging her onto dry land. "Are ye a'right?" Lorel answered with a nod. "I thought you were going to hurt me." She explained. "I heard you 'umming, I wanted to play for ye." "It was you that made such beautiful music?" he nodded "Who and what are you?" Rowrke took her hand in his, placing a kiss upon it. She blushed pulling her hand away. "I be Rowrke Oaken of these woods. I am elven." "My name is Lorel. I have never seen an elf before. I thought you were only creatures in fairytales. Are there more of you?" She put her hair up in a ponytail. "Lorel, like the flower?" "No, Lorel like the Lorelei." He nodded. "And are there more of you?" A shadow crossed her face. "I am told I am the only one like me." The she brightened, "But you mean humans, right?" He nodded again. She smiled. "Not too many around here. But yes there are some." She searched around for her sketch book, gasping. "OH no!" "What's wrong m'lady?" "My notebook!" He held it up, "This?" She nodded grabbing it from him. "Thanks." She took the notebook and tried in vain to dry it off with her shirt. Rowrke watched, curiously, he took it from her. "What are you doing?" He put a finger up to his lips shushing her. Then he blew a gentle breath upon it. The water evaporated. She smiled, brilliantly, accepting it back. "May I sketch you? I mean if you don't mind." He had never been sketched before. He knew the rule of being seen, but did not see the harm in being seen on paper. He shrugged. Lorel, inspired by such beauty, spoke no words, only drew. There was no need for embellishment, he was beautiful already. So tall and handsome. His eyes held wisdom and a touch of wild woods and magic. *** As she sketched him he sang to her in his tongue. The music was enchanting and made her sleepy as if in a beautiful dream. Rowrke saw the effect his voice was having on Lorel, and for a moment thought the better of entrancing her. She had a dreamy expression and didn't notice him walk up to her and move her hand away from the sketch. He nodded his head, amazed at the likeness of the portrait and himself. "'tis a masterpiece, no" Lorel refocused her attention on him. "It isn't done yet, Rowrke." She looked into his eyes. "Do you wish to finish it, m'lady?" She stumbled on her words. "Perhaps another time, please sing to me more. Please play for me." She pleaded with him. She didn't know what was happening to her. She was in total control of her thoughts, which was alarming, because all she wanted to do was gaze into his eyes. She started leaning backward and he was behind her catching her. Rowrke sat Lorel back up and broke the trance. She shook her head and frowned. "I want you." "You want the magic I hold over you. Nay, this will not 'appen. If you want me, you must want me without glamour, without magic. Only want me with your 'eart." He knew how easily it could have been to take advantage of her, he's seen many elves do the same, impregnating the mortal woman with a halfling child. He would not sink to that level. "I want you Rowrke, with my heart and soul. You have no hold over me, this is my choice." She said as if hearing his thoughts. She turned herself around sitting on her knees, face to face with him. they were a breath away from each other. Rowrke framed her face with his long hands, caressing her cheek, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. She snuggled against him. Taking the hint, Rowrke gently kissed her lips. This was his first kiss, not just with a human, but any woman. Lorel sighed as Rowrke's lips met hers. This kiss was as she had always dreamed her first kiss would be. Sweet, tender, passionate. She opened her mouth a bit and slid her tongue against Rowrke's lips. He made a funny sound in the back of his throat surprised. He tested the waters by brushing his tongue against hers, and sucking on her lip. She quivered in his arms. "More, I need more." He obeyed this woman's request and her needs. He stood up and held his hand out toward her. She slipped her hand in his and once on her feet he swept her into his arms. "Where are we going?" She questioned, trying to kiss him. "Somewhere safe." They came out of the woods and found themselves in a glade by the river, the waterfall rushed hurriedly down and Rowrke stepped behind the falls. The spray of water felt arousing on Lorel's bare skin and she wondered where she was being taken. "This is my place, no other knows of it." He set her down on the ground and showed her over to the crude bed he made of moss and grasses. *** Inside the cave, the walls and ceiling sparkled, dazzling Lorel. She was unsure of whether she was dizzy due to the bright lights or from being with Rowrke. He slid off his garments and went to her. She stretched her neck out to watch him. He was now in plain view and she gasped once he was naked in front of her. He had the equipment he needed, alright, but it was silver, like his hair. She stared in wide-eyed. "It's silver" She whispered, "and beautiful." He nodded proudly. "You are beautiful, sweet mortal Siren." He walked back over lowering Lorel onto the bed, his body hovering over hers as he kissed her lips once more. He looked down at her breasts unsure. "Is this proper?" He asked. She giggled. "Yes, it feels very good when they are touched and sucked on." She purred as Rowrke put one hand on her left breast and one on the right, pushing on them slowly and watching them come back up. He looked up to her face again and she nodded. Without anymore urging he caressed her breasts, teasing the tips with his finger, twisting them and rubbing them, watching the skin grow taut. He quickly looked down at himself, embarrassed to see his silver member standing at attention. He moved away from her. "No, please. Let me see it, let me touch it." "I 'ave never done this before." He confessed shyly. "Neither have I. We will learn together." He agreed as she moved her small hands and place them around his silver shaft, moving slowly up and down it, watching it grow and shimmer beneath her manipulation. His eyes were closed and he moved his body to give her the best possible position. He continued to play with her breasts, and driven by desire took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and nibbling. She moaned, he did the same to the other breast and put his hands in her hair bringing her closer. She raised her chest up higher. He kissed from her face down to her ear, sticking his tongue in it. She laughed. He moved his mouth across her collarbone and down between her chest, until he got to her stomach. She moved her hands back and forth, faster and faster, then moved her hands down below to hold and squeeze his silver jewels. He groaned, as he kissed up and down her leg, nearing her center. His fingers traveled up to her dark triangle of hair. He looked at it in wonder and petted it. Marveling that she would have hair down there. He was hairless except for his mane of silver. He put his thumb against her and moved his fingers to part her lips, slipping them in and out of her slit. When he drew his fingers out they had a thick coating on them. He put it up to his nose and inhaled it, and then put his fingers in his mouth, tasting her. "You taste like nothing I 'ave ever tasted before." He remarked before putting his head between her legs and licking where his fingers had left off. Lorel bucked her body up and down trying to feel more. She let go of him and dug her nails into his back. His tongue was doing wicked things. Things a girl can only dream about. His tongue was long and oh so hot. She could only imagine what the silver shaft would feel like inside her. "Rowrke, I need to feel you inside me." He looked up at her. *** "Nara bensa Lorelei kin." He chanted softly, she gave him a questioning look. "To protect you from my flow." She sighed, glad he had thought of it. Rowrked raised his head, bringing it up to her lips to kiss her. She felt her body weep, at the taste of herself mixed with his heady woodscent. He placed his body over hers and lined his silver rod up with her open passion, sliding in a few inches. Lorel winced in pain. "I wish not to hurt ye." He said, seeing the pain written on her face. "It won't last long, I'm OK, please, I need you." After a moment of consideration he whispered a few words to relieve the pain she would feel and then plunged deep. He used his magic to levitate them he held her in his arms. She melted against him urging him on, her muscles squeezing him, milking him. He sang and they flew higher. She felt herself climaxing and screamed his name, as her juices flowed into him. "Open your eyes, precious one." He whispered against her neck. She opened her eyes and startled, clutched him tighter. "you 'ad your turn, now is mine." He announced as he flew higher and plunged deeper, chanting her name over and over again, exploding inside of her. They both saw the moon, nothing existed but each other and the stars around them. His shaft rocketed inside her and her body opened itself to him. They kissed hungrily, sucking, nibbling, drinking each other in. Rowrke wrapped his magic around her and descended, heading back for the cave. He flew them through the waterfall and Lorel orgasmed again and again. He landed softly on the ground, laying Lorel down and resting beside her, pulling her against him. He kissed her tenderly and she cuddled into him, yawning sleepily. "Rest now, sweet Lorelei, for tomorrow will come too soon." He whispered and closed his eyes as well, at last, feeling whole. Wanton in Wales It was a long flight across the Atlantic but we finally landed at Heathrow Airport in the United Kingdom. This trip had been planned for a few months and now we were here. We picked up the rental car and began the drive to the cottage in Wales. The website showed the cottage to be nestled in among gardens and pastures for sheep, what else in Wales. After the long drive from London we found the property sign. Driving down a long lane way we found the cottage with the gardens just beginning to bloom and the key in the door. Inside the 600 year old structure the furnishings were rather nice and very neat. The owners were about our age, 44 and 43, and really friendly. The next morning we rose to the sounds of song birds and sheep in the distance. I sleep in the nude and took the opportunity to step outside into our private garden to feel the morning air against my skin. I looked back and saw my sweetheart, Kelly spying me from inside the glass patio doors also fabric free. Her eyes spoke the desire of her mind, my cock sprung a bit at this early morning offer. Inside I was treated to her body lying on the canopied bed with her back to me. I ran my hand from her feet to her ass and saw her flesh ripple with excitement. Kneeling beside her I began to massage her soft skin and hear her breath start to quicken. From this position I slowly rolled her onto her back and now my own excitement was causing my cock to harden and throb. Kelly loves to be licked and who am I to complain, she loves to suck. I bend down to take in her womanly scent and shift her legs apart to get closer. She reaches over and strokes my legs then my balls and finally gently squeezes my cock with her right hand. My mouth is only a breath away from her cunt and I slide my finger along the folds to moisten the love nest I am about to indulge in. Her grip tightens but I trust her not to go too fast. She wants to cum and I want her to as well. Her cunt is opening and closing slightly as I caress the lips, now engorged and pink. I lick from the top down and taste her sweet nectar. I can feel her clitoris with my tongue peeking out from the skin that hides it. With this modified 69 position I can keep my weight off her and plunge my tongue deep into her cunt. This causes her to squirm and I hold her ass with my left arm and hand as I lick her clit and massage her g spot with my fingers. The pressure I use makes her cum every time and I love that taste. Kelly has been stroking and massaging my balls and asshole all this time and I am close to exploding myself. I hear her voice, even though her thighs are squeezing my head, saying she wants to suck my cock. Again , who am I to not oblige. I swing my leg over her head and her mouth finds my cock instantly. She lifts her head and takes it all. I nearly cum right then and there. Then she backs off and begins licking and sucking my shaft and balls. I start back at her now sensitive clit, carefully because she would suffocate me if I go too fast now. Together we feel each others bodies pleasure. Her mouth and tongue give me the best blow-job I have ever had and I have learned the art of licking and sucking her clit pretty good as well. In time we both slow down and let our orgasms finish coursing through our muscles and nerves. I turn around and lift her ass up on a pillow making her cunt more exposed and drive my hard cock deep into her body. Kelly can squeeze my cock so hard I can barely move, but move I do. I pound her and pound her until her pussy walls shudder around me and my cock explodes violently emptying my cum into her throbbing cunt. Wow, this is going to be some holiday. After showering and fixing breakfast we venture out to investigate the surrounding sites of Wales. Castles, fishing villages and roads that only a sheep could have designed make Wales a delightful place to visit. Then back to the cottage. The owner, Mandy, met us with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. She was about our age and even though she wore clothes meant for working around the gardens I could tell she was busty. Her ass was quite nice looking too in her tight jeans. She asked us if we were having a good time and we both answered with a grin. So far it has been real good. Then she told us that she had been by earlier that morning to read the meter, they charge a bit extra for electricity, and after we didn't answer the door she figured we were out for a walk. She had opened the door and went to the meter cabinet to write down the numbers. I realized then that she must have heard us in the bedroom since there are no doors between the bedroom and the den area. Her smile told the story all to well. She continued by saying if there was anything she could help us with that we should just ask. I sensed an invitation and Kelly must have sensed it as well. Kelly asked her in for tea so they could get acquainted. I made myself a drink, rum from the duty-free shop, and started preparing supper. The girls sitting side by side on the love seat chatted but I can barely hear their conversation. Kelly had invited Mandy and husband Jerrod over for a drink after dinner that night. They had young kids to put down to bed and around 9 pm they would be back. Kelly and I drank a few rum and cokes and by the time Mandy and Jerrod arrived we were both a bit buzzed. Jerrod told us how they had bought this property and were having a great life entertaining people from all around the world. Mandy had been a nurse in London, Jerrod a real estate agent before taking over the role of host and hostess for the five cottages on the property. We laughed into the wee hours of the night and as they got up to leave they gave us both hard hugs and told us that we seemed like their favorite type of guests. I made love to Kelly that night thinking of the foreign breasts that had pressed themselves into my chest and I am sure Kelly was wondering what type of snake lay between the legs of our host. Tomorrow we were about to find out.